Blossoming Journey

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<<if $p eq 1>> The following game features adult and sexual themes. All depicted characters are 18 years old and older. Are you at least 18 years old or older? [[Yes|Disclaimer and Intro][$p=3]] [[No|Disclaimer and Intro][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> This game features adult themes and sexual acts. IT IS NOT SUITED FOR CHILDREN! <<elseif $p eq 3>> <b>Beware! This game will feature unavoidable Feminization and Interracial Cuckolding content! If you are not interested in these themes, this is a warning! You will not enjoy this work and you might want to close the tab!</b> You are an <b>18 year old boy</b> who is waiting for his University acceptance letter. Choose your name: <<textbox "$name" "Thomas">> Anderson [[Start the Game|Disclaimer and Intro][$p=4]] <<link[[Skip Intro|My Room]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $sidemenu to 0>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 4>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/MMC Couch Phone.jpg" height=500></div> You find yourself reclined on the couch, idly scrolling through your phone and perusing social media as the days of summer break slip away. With each passing moment, your dreams of college acceptance seem to fade. The rejections from the first two colleges hit you like a tidal wave, drowning your self-esteem in a sea of self-doubt, anxiety, and stress. Despite the unwavering support, both emotionally and financially, from your family, especially your caring <ophelia>mother</ophelia> and stepfather, you can't help but feel like a disappointment. It's as though you've let them down, and you're burdened by the weight of your perceived failure. Yet, a glimmer of hope remains — one last college application is still pending, awaiting a response. But the scars from the initial rejection letters have left you wary of even entertaining the notion of a college acceptance. In a sudden, unexpected motion, your <ophelia>mother</ophelia> gently plucks your phone from your [[grasp.|Disclaimer and Intro][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Hometown/Ophelia.jpg" width=600></div> <<OpheliaTalk "$name, step away from your phone for a moment and take a look at this.">> You accept the opened letter from Emeraldglen College. Your heart races as you search your <ophelia>mother's</ophelia> face for any hint of what's inside. As you slowly read the contents, an immense burden that had been weighing you down for weeks suddenly vanishes, replaced by an overwhelming sense of relief and joy. Your eyes lock onto the word in bold, capital letters, and a radiant smile spreads across your face: <div style="text-align:center"><<timed 3s>><strong> ACCEPTED! </strong><</timed>></div> You jump with joy and [[give a big hug to your mother|Disclaimer and Intro][$p=6]] <<elseif $p eq 6>> Amidst the joyful screams and laughter shared with your <ophelia>mother</ophelia>, your sister <elizabeth>Elizabeth</elizabeth> bursts into the room with an infectious grin on her face. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Hometown/Elizabeth.jpg" height=600></div> <<ElizabethTalk "Oh my goddd!!! Did you get accepted bro?">> She doesn’t even wait for an answer before leaping onto you, wrapping you in a tight, joyful hug. The excitement buzzing between you both is palpable. <<ElizabethTalk "I knew you'd make it! You totally deserve this!">> Your <ophelia>mother</ophelia> heads to the kitchen, her phone already in hand to share the good news with friends and extended family. You and <elizabeth>Elizabeth</elizabeth> are left alone in the living room. <elizabeth>Elizabeth</elizabeth> smiles, her eyes gleaming with pride and excitement. There's a glow about her, though you know it’s partly fueled by her own upcoming adventure. <<ElizabethTalk "It’s gonna be weird not having you around. You know, both of us heading off at the same time... kind of feels like the end of an era.">> You nod, the reality settling in. <<MCTalk "Yeah, it’s gonna be different. But come on—you're going to France for six months. That’s huge! I’m kinda jealous, to be honest.">> She laughs, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. <<ElizabethTalk "Well, you better come visit me if you can. Can you believe that? Croissants for breakfast, café terraces... the whole dream.">> <<MCTalk "You’re gonna love it there. And you'll come back basically fluent in French.">> <<ElizabethTalk "That’s the plan! But hey, I expect updates from you too—college stories, classes, everything. Deal?">> <<MCTalk "Deal.">> The two of you share a heartfelt smile, knowing that while you're about to head down separate paths, your bond will remain as strong as ever. [[Dinner that night|Disclaimer and Intro][$p=7]] <<elseif $p eq 7>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Hometown/Dinner.jpg" width=600></div> On that memorable night, your stepdad enveloped you in a warm, tight hug, sealing the moment with an embrace of pride and love. With a beaming smile, he presented you with an extraordinary gift to celebrate your college acceptance: an all-expenses-paid one-week holiday, a chance to choose a companion of your preference, and an adventure he graciously sponsored. This generous gift, coupled with the anticipation of college life, marked your initial steps into adulthood, a journey where you'd soar from the nest and define yourself as an independent individual. You knew exactly who you would choose. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Clara.jpg" width=400></div> The following day, you reunited with <clara>Clara</clara>, your dearest friend since childhood, and your inseparable companion since high school. In a joyous moment, you both revealed that you had been accepted into the Emeraldglen College. Your shared joys melded seamlessly into each other as you embraced, the happiness radiating from your hearts causing an impromptu dance of elation. As you shared the news of the vacation, a radiant smile spread across <clara>Clara's</clara> face, her eyes reflecting her boundless joy. She was even more overjoyed when you extended the invitation to join the holiday, a gift from your stepdad. The bond between you two was an unbreakable thread, and meant the world to both of you, a connection that would now endure throughout the exciting chapter of college. [[The vacation|Disclaimer and Intro][$p=8]] <<elseif $p eq 8>> You both entered your hotel room, excitedly settling in for the vacation. After a quick freshening up in the bathroom, you emerged to find <clara>Clara</clara> in the room, dressed in a striking small yellow bikini top and short jean shorts. The sight was breathtaking, and if you were an anime character, your heart would have pounded in your chest as you admired her. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Clara2.jpg" height=600></div> <<MCTalk "Wow!">> <<MCTalk "I mean you look absolutely gorgeous! I had no idea you liked to dress this, uhmm, liberally.">> <<ClaraTalk "Well I always wanted to dress like this but you know my parents and how protective my mom can be.">> The day unfolded with the two of you embarking on a delightful exploration of the hotel, uncovering its hidden charms and enchanting corners. In the evening, you savored a delectable dinner, the flavors dancing on your taste buds as you shared stories and laughter, making it a truly memorable experience. At this vacation you and <clara>Clara</clara> engaged in a <nobr>[[conversation|Disclaimer and Intro][$p=9]]</nobr> that would change your college years significantly. <<elseif $p eq 9>> As you stepped out of the room, your eyes met <clara>Clara</clara> leaning on to the railings. Wearing a small and striking red bikini, with a thong showcasing her round buttocks. It was a sight that left you momentarily captivated by her natural figures and beauty. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Clara3.jpg" width=600></div> When you had a crush on her, your feelings never truly faded fully; you often found yourself lost in dreams of her and the allure of her body. Countless nights spent thinking about her, masturbating to her, all to be rejected by her at the end... However, standing before you now, <clara>Clara</clara> surpassed even your most vivid imaginings. The word "sexy" fell short in describing her in that moment. Your awe didn't fade away as you arrived at the beach. All along the way you tried your best to hide your erection, that made a small tent on your swimsuit. At the beach, other young women graced the shoreline in their alluring swimsuits, the sun kissed your skin, the sea's salty scent filled the air, and the gentle breeze caressed your senses. However none of these could take your attention from <clara>Clara</clara>. All the naughty daydreams about her that you had once entertained came rushing back, each one more vivid than the last, as you beheld her in that enticing bikini. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/ClaraDream2.mp4"/></div> [[You snap back to reality|Disclaimer and Intro][$p=10]] <<elseif $p eq 10>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Clara4.jpg" width=600></div> <<ClaraTalk "Caught you staring, didn't I?">> Blushing you answer. <<MCTalk "Uhmm, yeah, just... I mean I was in another world.">> <clara>Clara</clara> smiles and continues as if she is not aware the effect she has on you. <<ClaraTalk "I have something serious I want to talk about. I've been thinking, you know... I don't want to stay in the college dorms. It's just not the same as having my own place, my freedom.">> <<MCTalk "Are you saying what I think you're saying?">> <<ClaraTalk "Yes, I am. I talked to my mom about it, and she trusts you. We've known each other for so long, and she believes you'll look out for me.">> The mere idea that <clara>Clara</clara> was considering living with you was a dream come true for many years. Hearing the proposal was making you leap with joy but the history of your unrequited love for <clara>Clara</clara> was a heavy anchor. She had firmly closed the door on any romantic relationship between the two of you, and over time, she showed no inclination to revisit that idea. It wasn't just a matter of rejection; it was a clear decision that she was not interested in being more than friends. The proposal to live together, despite her past choices, brought forth a surge of feelings that leaves you wrestling with the past and the possibility of a different future with her. It was an emotional tightrope walk, teetering between hope and the ghosts of rejections past. Despite the emotional turmoil and uncertainties, you couldn't help but see <clara>Clara's</clara> proposal as an offer too enticing to decline. At best, it held the promise of rekindling something special with <clara>Clara</clara>, a second chance at a romantic connection. At worst, you'd find yourself living with a captivating, confident, and incredibly attractive roommate, while navigating the world of new potential romantic interests. It was a proposition that seemed to offer the best of both worlds, a rollercoaster of hope, fear, and exciting possibilities. <<MCTalk "Clara, I would love to be your roommate!">> [[Your vacation ended it was the day to move|Disclaimer and Intro][$p=11]] <<elseif $p eq 11>> <<OpheliaTalk "Oh, my sweet baby boy! I'm going to miss you terribly. I promise to call you every weekend, and I need you to promise me that you'll come visit us.">> On the day of your departure, emotions ran high within your family. Your <ophelia>mother</ophelia> and <elizabeth>stepsister</elizabeth> couldn't restrain their tears, and the rawness of the moment was evident. Understanding the need for a private moment, your stepfather led you to the backyard, away from the sobbing women. He spoke softly, <b>"I know <ophelia>Ophelia</ophelia> doesn't want me to provide you with allowances anymore, but take this as a little support until you find a part-time job."</b> His caring gesture touched you deeply, as it was a reminder that he had always treated you as his own, with no distinction from <elizabeth>Elizabeth</elizabeth>, his biological child. You embraced your stepfather, feeling the warmth of family. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Hometown/Ophelia-Elizabeth.jpg" width=600></div> Upon your return, you were greeted by radiant smiles on your <ophelia>mother's</ophelia> and <elizabeth>sister's</elizabeth> faces as they surprised you with a congratulatory cake. It was a heartwarming and thoughtful gesture, a final act of love before your departure for college. The cake symbolized their pride in your achievements and their unwavering support for your journey into the next chapter of your life. [[The move|Disclaimer and Intro][$p=12]] <<elseif $p eq 12>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Unboxing.jpg" width=600></div> After three days of hard work, your new home with <clara>Clara</clara> was finally ready to be lived in. It was an exciting time filled with anticipation and a sense of embarking on a new adventure. The house was a symbol of independence, of starting a fresh chapter as you entered college together. The first thing you want to do with your new freedom is to <jessica><b>find a date!</b></jessica> You want to get over your crush on <clara>Clara</clara> by finding the romance you have aching for years. <<link[[First Day of your College|My Room]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $sidemenu to 0>><</link>> <</if>>

<<set $p to 1>> Time-Day Stats <<set $time to 1>> <<set $day to 1>> <<set $daynumber to 1>> <<set $timename to "Morning">> <<set $dayname to "Monday">> Main Stats <<set $money to 1500>> <<set $upkeep to 250>> <<set $femininity to 0>> <<set $beauty to 0>> <<set $bisexuality to 0>> <<set $stress to 21>> <<set $stresslevel to 2>> <<set $arousal to 30>> <<set $minarousal to 0>> Body Stats <<set $currenthair to "Default">> <<set $face to 1>> <<set $lips to 1>> <<set $waist to 1>> <<set $chest to 0>> <<set $genitalia to 1>> <<set $ass to 0>> <<set $legs to 0>> <<set $fingers to 0>> <<set $facebeauty to 0>> <<set $lipsbeauty to 0>> <<set $waistbeauty to 0>> <<set $chestbeauty to 0>> <<set $assbeauty to 0>> <<set $legsbeauty to 0>> <<set $fingersbeauty to 0>> MC-CURRENT OUTFIT <<set $top to "None">> <<set $topbeauty to 0>> <<set $topimgname to "NoTop">> <<set $bottom to "None">> <<set $bottombeauty to 0>> <<set $bottomimgname to "NoPants">> <<set $dress to "None">> <<set $dressbeauty to 0>> <<set $dressimgname to "NoDress">> <<set $shoes to "None">> <<set $shoesbeauty to 0>> <<set $shoesimgname to "NoShoes">> <<set $bra to "None">> <<set $brabeauty to 0>> <<set $braimgname to "NoBra">> <<set $panties to "None">> <<set $pantiesbeauty to 0>> <<set $pantiesimgname to "NoUnderwear">> <<set $onepiece to "None">> <<set $onepiecebeauty to 0>> <<set $onepieceimgname to "NoOnePiece">> <<set $hosiery to "None">> <<set $hosierybeauty to 0>> <<set $hosieryimgname to "NoSocks">> MC-CURRENT Acc-Piercings Acessories Stats <<set $necklace to "None">> <<set $bracelet to "None">> <<set $ring to "None">> <<set $anklet to "None">> Piercings Stats <<set $earring to "None">> <<set $earringbeauty to 0>> <<set $nosepierced to 0>> <<set $nosepiercing to "None">> <<set $nosepiercingbeauty to 0>> <<set $tonguepierced to 0>> <<set $tonguepiercing to "None">> <<set $tonguepiercingbeauty to 0>> <<set $lipspierced to 0>> <<set $lipspiercing to "None">> <<set $lipspiercingbeauty to 0>> <<set $nipplepierced to 0>> <<set $nipplepiercing to "None">> <<set $nipplepiercingbeauty to 0>> <<set $navelpierced to 0>> <<set $navelpiercing to "None">> <<set $navelpiercingbeauty to 0>> <<set $venuspierced to 0>> <<set $venuspiercing to "None">> <<set $venuspiercingbeauty to 0>> Toy Stats <<set $cage to "None">> <<set $plug to "None">> <<set $haskey to 0>> <<newinv $keyholdersinv>> Daily Limits <<set $alreadymasturbated to 0>> <<set $dtired to 0>> <<set $alreadygamed to 0>> <<set $alreadyshowered to 0>> <<set $alreadytv to 0>> <<set $alreadysocmed to 0>> TOPS <<set $top1 to {"name": "Black T-shirt", "imgname": "BlackTshirt", "beauty": 0, "fem": 0, "price": 40, "slot": "top", "class": "daily", "description": "Comfortable basic t-shirt for a variety of uses."}>> <<set $top2 to {"name": "Black Fitted T-Shirt", "imgname": "BlackFittedTshirt", "beauty": 2, "fem": 2, "price": 50, "slot": "top", "class": "daily", "description": " Comfortable black fitted t-shirt with a sleek, modern cut."}>> <<set $top3 to {"name": "Gray Henley Shirt", "imgname": "GrayHenleyShirt", "beauty": 2, "fem": 2, "price": 50, "slot": "top", "class": "daily", "description": "Soft gray henley shirt featuring a few buttons at the neckline for added detail."}>> <<set $top4 to {"name": "Maroon V Neck T-Shirt", "imgname": "MaroonVNeckTee", "beauty": 3, "fem": 3, "price": 70, "slot": "top", "class": "daily", "description": "Stylish maroon t-shirt with a V-neckline for a touch of elegance."}>> <<set $top5 to {"name": "Black V Neck T-Shirt", "imgname": "BlackVNeckTee", "beauty": 3, "fem":3, "price": 70, "slot": "top", "class": "daily", "description": "Classic black t-shirt with a V-neck design for a refined look."}>> <<set $top6 to {"name": "Black Turtle Neck Sweater", "imgname": "BlackTurtleNeck", "beauty": 5, "fem":5, "price": 80, "slot": "top", "class": "daily", "description": "A fitted black turtleneck sweater that hugs the body."}>> <<set $top7 to {"name": "Grey Small Hoodie", "imgname": "GreySmallHoodie", "beauty": 5, "fem":5, "price": 80, "slot": "top", "class": "daily", "description": "A cozy grey hoodie with a cropped fit that slightly reveals the waist."}>> <<set $top8 to {"name": "Floral Black T-shirt", "imgname": "FloralTshirt", "beauty": 5, "fem":5, "price": 75, "slot": "top", "class": "daily", "description": "A black t-shirt adorned with delicate floral embroidery on the chest."}>> <<set $top9 to {"name": "Black Scoop Tee", "imgname": "BlackScoopTee", "beauty": 5, "fem":5, "price": 75, "slot": "top", "class": "daily", "description": "A sleek black t-shirt with a scoop neckline."}>> <<set $top10 to {"name": "Lavender Crewneck", "imgname": "LavenderCrewneck", "beauty": 5, "fem":5, "price": 75, "slot": "top", "class": "daily", "description": "A soft, lavender-colored crewneck in a comfortable fit."}>> <<set $top11 to {"name": "Pink Short-Sleeved Shirt", "imgname": "PinkShirt", "beauty": 6, "fem":6, "price": 85, "slot": "top", "class": "daily", "description": "A casual pink short-sleeved shirt with a flattering cut."}>> <<set $top12 to {"name": "Buttoned Red Blouse", "imgname": "ButtonedRedBlouse", "beauty": 6, "fem":6, "price": 90, "slot": "top", "class": "daily", "description": "A vibrant red blouse with a relaxed fit, featuring button details down the front."}>> <<set $top13 to {"name": "Yellow Floral Blouse", "imgname": "FloralBlouse", "beauty": 6, "fem":6, "price": 90, "slot": "top", "class": "daily", "description": "A soft yellow blouse with a delicate floral pattern."}>> <<set $top14 to {"name": "Heart-Carved Black Sweater", "imgname": "HeartCarvedSweater", "beauty": 6, "fem":6, "price": 100, "slot": "top", "class": "daily", "description": "A cute black sweater featuring a heart-shaped cutout over the chest."}>> BOTTOMS <<set $bottom1 to {"name": "Blue Jeans", "imgname": "BlueJeans", "beauty": 0, "fem": 0, "price": 40, "slot": "bottom", "class": "daily", "description": "Comfortable blue jeans for men."}>> <<set $bottom2 to {"name": "Skinny Jeans", "imgname": "SkinnyJeans", "beauty": 2, "fem": 2, "price": 60, "slot": "bottom", "class": "daily", "description": "Dark Blue Skinny Jeans that makes your ass look better."}>> <<set $bottom3 to {"name": "High Waisted Skinny Jeans", "imgname": "HighWaistSkinnyJeans", "beauty": 3, "fem": 3, "price": 70, "slot": "bottom", "class": "daily", "description": "Dark Blue High Waisted Skinny Jeans that make your ass look better and waist smaller."}>> <<set $bottom4 to {"name": "High Waisted Leggings", "imgname": "HighWaistBlackLeggings", "beauty": 10, "fem": 10, "price": 80, "slot": "bottom", "class": "daily", "description": "Black High Waisted Leggigns that make your ass look better and more defines."}>> <<set $bottom5 to {"name": "Blue Slim Fit Shorts", "imgname": "BlueSlimFitShorts", "beauty": 3, "fem": 3, "price": 70, "slot": "bottom", "class": "daily", "description": " Comfortable blue shorts, cut slightly above the knees for a modern fit."}>> <<set $bottom6 to {"name": "Slim Fit Denim Shorts", "imgname": "SlimFitShortsDenim", "beauty": 3, "fem": 3, "price": 70, "slot": "bottom", "class": "daily", "description": "Stylish slim-fit denim shorts, ending just above the knees for a sleek, casual look."}>> <<set $bottom7 to {"name": "Black Fitted Capri Pants", "imgname": "BlackCapriPants", "beauty": 5, "fem": 5, "price": 75, "slot": "bottom", "class": "daily", "description": "Chic, fitted capri pants in black, ending mid-calf."}>> <<set $bottom8 to {"name": "White Skinny Jeans", "imgname": "WhiteSkinnyJeans", "beauty": 5, "fem": 5, "price": 85, "slot": "bottom", "class": "daily", "description": "Crisp, white ankle-length skinny jeans that highlight the waist and fit snugly."}>> <<set $bottom9 to {"name": "Beige Cargo Pants", "imgname": "BeigeCargoPants", "beauty": 5, "fem": 5, "price": 80, "slot": "bottom", "class": "daily", "description": "Light beige pants with a paperbag waist design that cinches at the waist and flows into a comfortable, flattering fit."}>> <<set $bottom10 to {"name": "Black Leather Pants", "imgname": "BlackLeatherPants", "beauty": 6, "fem": 6, "price": 95, "slot": "bottom", "class": "daily", "description": "Bold, fitted black leather pants with a soft lining."}>> <<set $bottom11 to {"name": "Light Blue Fitted Shorts", "imgname": "FittedJeansShorts", "beauty": 6, "fem": 6, "price": 95, "slot": "bottom", "class": "daily", "description": "Light blue, high-rise shorts with a form-fitting design that sits at the waist and falls mid-thigh."}>> <<set $bottom12 to {"name": "Pink Slim-Fit Chinos", "imgname": "PinkSlimfitChino", "beauty": 6, "fem": 6, "price": 90, "slot": "bottom", "class": "daily", "description": "Comfortable slim-fit chinos in a subtle pink, tailored for a flattering silhouette."}>> DRESSES <<set $dress1 to {"name": "Black Suit", "imgname": "BlackSuit", "beauty": 0, "fem": 0, "price": 900, "slot": "dress", "class": "daily", "description": "High-end full black suit"}>> SHOES <<set $shoes1 to {"name": "Black Sneakers", "imgname": "BlackSneakers", "beauty": 0, "fem": 0, "price": 120, "slot": "shoe", "class": "daily", "description": "Comfortable Black Sneakers"}>> <<set $shoes2 to {"name": "Gray Ankle Boots", "imgname": "GrayAnkleWedgeBoots", "beauty": 5, "fem": 5, "price": 90, "slot": "shoe", "class": "daily", "description": "Stylish gray ankle boots with a subtle wedge heel."}>> <<set $shoes3 to {"name": "Beige Loafers", "imgname": "BeigeBowLoafers", "beauty": 5, "fem": 5, "price": 85, "slot": "shoe", "class": "daily", "description": "Light beige loafers featuring a small, tasteful bow on the top."}>> <<set $shoes4 to {"name": "Black Quilted Canvas Slip-On Trainers", "imgname": "BlackQuiltedSlipOns", "beauty": 5, "fem": 5, "price": 60, "slot": "shoe", "class": "daily", "description": "Comfortable black slip-on trainers with quilted canvas for added texture and style."}>> <<set $shoes5 to {"name": "Light Pink Sneakers", "imgname": "LightPinkSneakers", "beauty": 6, "fem": 6, "price": 95, "slot": "shoe", "class": "daily", "description": "Soft pink low-top sneakers with a slim design."}>> <<set $shoes6 to {"name": "Pink Sandals", "imgname": "PinkLowWedgeSandals", "beauty": 6, "fem": 6, "price": 100, "slot": "shoe", "class": "daily", "description": "Delicate pink sandals with a low wedge."}>> <<set $shoes7 to {"name": "Navy Blue Mary Janes with Small Heel", "imgname": "NavyMaryJanes", "beauty": 6, "fem": 6, "price": 105, "slot": "shoe", "class": "daily", "description": "Trendy navy blue Mary Janes featuring a short heel and slim strap."}>> BRAS PANTIES <<set $panties1 to {"name": "Black Boxers", "imgname": "BlackBoxers", "beauty": 0, "fem": 0, "price": 30, "slot": "panties", "class": "daily", "description": "Comfortable Black Boxers"}>> <<set $panties2 to {"name": "Black Boy Shorts", "imgname": "BlackBoyShorts", "beauty": 1, "fem": 1, "price": 30, "slot": "panties", "class": "daily", "description": "Comfortable Black Boy Short Panties"}>> <<set $panties3 to {"name": "Gray Boy Shorts", "imgname": "GrayBoyShorts", "beauty": 1, "fem": 1, "price": 30, "slot": "panties", "class": "daily", "description": "Comfortable Gray Boy Short Panties"}>> <<set $panties4 to {"name": "Rubi Boy Shorts", "imgname": "RubiBoyShorts", "beauty": 1, "fem": 1, "price": 30, "slot": "panties", "class": "daily", "description": "Comfortable Rubi Boy Short Panties"}>> <<set $panties5 to {"name": "Pink Lacy Boy Shorts", "imgname": "PinkLacyBoyshorts", "beauty": 2, "fem": 2, "price": 40, "slot": "panties", "class": "daily", "description": "Pink Boy Short Panties with Lace Trimming"}>> <<set $panties6 to {"name": "Purple Lacy Boy Shorts", "imgname": "PurpleLacyBoyshorts", "beauty": 2, "fem": 2, "price": 40, "slot": "panties", "class": "daily", "description": "Purple Boy Short Panties with Lace Trimming"}>> <<set $panties7 to {"name": "Black Lacy Boy Shorts", "imgname": "BlackLacyBoyshorts", "beauty": 2, "fem": 2, "price": 40, "slot": "panties", "class": "daily", "description": "Black Boy Short Panties with Lace Trimming"}>> <<set $panties8 to {"name": "High Rise Brief Panties", "imgname": "HighRiseBrief", "beauty": 3, "fem": 3, "price": 50, "slot": "panties", "class": "daily", "description": "Comfortable dark purple high-rise brief panties that offer full coverage with a smooth, flattering fit."}>> <<set $panties9 to {"name": "Blue Mid Rise Panties", "imgname": "BlueMidRise", "beauty": 3, "fem": 3, "price": 50, "slot": "panties", "class": "daily", "description": "Classic blue mid-rise panties that offer a comfortable fit."}>> <<set $panties10 to {"name": "Dark Blue Mid Rise Panties", "imgname": "DarkBlueMidRise", "beauty": 3, "fem": 3, "price": 50, "slot": "panties", "class": "daily", "description": "Stylish dark blue mid-rise panties designed for a comfortable and secure fit."}>> <<set $panties11 to {"name": "Green Lace Bikini Panties", "imgname": "BikiniPanties", "beauty": 5, "fem": 5, "price": 55, "slot": "panties", "class": "daily", "description": "Green bikini panties with a touch of black lace trim for added flair."}>> <<set $panties12 to {"name": "Peach Lace Bikini Panties", "imgname": "BikiniPanties2", "beauty": 5, "fem": 5, "price": 55, "slot": "panties", "class": "daily", "description": "Soft peach bikini with delicate pink lace edging for a cute, comfortable fit."}>> <<set $panties12 to {"name": "Lavender Hipster Panties", "imgname": "LavenderHipster", "beauty": 5, "fem": 5, "price": 55, "slot": "panties", "class": "daily", "description": "Comfortable lavender hipster panties, blending a relaxed fit with soft femininity."}>> <<set $panties13 to {"name": "Black Mid-Rise Cheeky", "imgname": "BlackCheekyPanties", "beauty": 6, "fem": 6, "price": 65, "slot": "panties", "class": "daily", "description": "Black mid-rise panties that sit comfortably while showing a portion of the butt."}>> <<set $panties14 to {"name": "Pink Lace Cheeky", "imgname": "PinkCheekyPanties", "beauty": 6, "fem": 6, "price": 65, "slot": "panties", "class": "daily", "description": " Pink cheeky panties with lace trim, giving a soft, feminine look that shows a touch of skin."}>> <<set $panties15 to {"name": "Red High-Rise Lace", "imgname": "HighRiseBriefLacy", "beauty": 6, "fem": 6, "price": 65, "slot": "panties", "class": "daily", "description": "High-rise red panties with a lace waist that provides more coverage in a bold color."}>> <<set $panties16 to {"name": "Crimson Lace Boyshort", "imgname": "LaceBoyShorts", "beauty": 6, "fem": 6, "price": 65, "slot": "panties", "class": "daily", "description": "Crimson boyshort panties made with soft lace for a comfortable, alluring fit."}>> <<set $panties17 to {"name": "Black Simple Thong", "imgname": "BlackThong", "beauty": 7, "fem": 7, "price": 85, "slot": "panties", "class": "daily", "description": "A simple black thong that leaves little to the imagination, showcasing all of the butt."}>> <<set $panties18 to {"name": "Lavender Thong", "imgname": "LavenderThong", "beauty": 7, "fem": 7, "price": 85, "slot": "panties", "class": "daily", "description": "A delicate lavender thong with a smaller design, emphasizing minimal coverage and femininity."}>> <<set $panties19 to {"name": "Pink String Thong", "imgname": "PinkString", "beauty": 7, "fem": 7, "price": 85, "slot": "panties", "class": "daily", "description": "A very small pink thong with fine lace details along the edges, blending elegance with allure."}>> <<set $panties20 to {"name": "Pink Thong", "imgname": "PinkThong", "beauty": 7, "fem": 7, "price": 85, "slot": "panties", "class": "daily", "description": "A pink thong with lace trim outlining all edges, adding a soft, sensual touch."}>> <<set $panties21 to {"name": "Soft Orange Thong", "imgname": "SoftOrangeThong", "beauty": 7, "fem": 7, "price": 85, "slot": "panties", "class": "daily", "description": "A warm-toned orange thong made of silky fabric, offering a smooth and barely-there feel."}>> <<set $panties22 to {"name": "Striped Blue Thong", "imgname": "StripedBlueThong", "beauty": 7, "fem": 7, "price": 85, "slot": "panties", "class": "daily", "description": "A playful blue thong with thin white stripes, balancing cuteness with a teasingly revealing cut."}>> <<set $panties23 to {"name": "White String Thong", "imgname": "WhiteString", "beauty": 7, "fem": 7, "price": 85, "slot": "panties", "class": "daily", "description": "A minimalist white string thong with a sleek, barely-there design that enhances a delicate, feminine look."}>> <<set $panties24 to {"name": "RuffledThong", "imgname": "RuffledThong", "beauty": 7, "fem": 7, "price": 95, "slot": "panties", "class": "daily", "description": "A silky white thong with delicate ruffled trim, adding a soft and playful charm."}>> <<set $panties25 to {"name": "Black Seamless Thong", "imgname": "BlackSeamlessThong", "beauty": 7, "fem": 7, "price": 85, "slot": "panties", "class": "daily", "description": "A smooth black thong with a seamless design, hugging the body comfortably without visible lines."}>> <<set $panties26 to {"name": "Red Thong", "imgname": "RedThong", "beauty": 7, "fem": 7, "price": 85, "slot": "panties", "class": "daily", "description": "A bold red thong with lace edges, blending sensuality with an elegant touch."}>> <<set $panties27 to {"name": "Flower String Thong", "imgname": "FlowerStringThong", "beauty": 7, "fem": 7, "price": 90, "slot": "panties", "class": "daily", "description": "A deep blue string thong with intricate white lace and a subtle floral pattern, offering a romantic and delicate look."}>> <<set $panties28 to {"name": "Blue Lace G-String", "imgname": "BlueLaceGString", "beauty": 7, "fem": 7, "price": 90, "slot": "panties", "class": "daily", "description": "A g-string in dark blue lace, designed for an alluring yet comfortable fit."}>> <<set $panties29 to {"name": "Beige String Thong", "imgname": "BeigeString", "beauty": 7, "fem": 7, "price": 85, "slot": "panties", "class": "daily", "description": "A discreet beige thong that blends seamlessly with the skin, making it almost invisible from behind."}>> <<set $panties30 to {"name": "Silk White G-String", "imgname": "SilkWhiteString", "beauty": 7, "fem": 7, "price": 95, "slot": "panties", "class": "daily", "description": "A luxurious silk white g-string that feels soft and smooth against the skin."}>> <<set $panties31 to {"name": "Black String Thong", "imgname": "BlackString", "beauty": 7, "fem": 7, "price": 85, "slot": "panties", "class": "daily", "description": "An ultra-light black string thong with minimal coverage, made for a daring and sleek style."}>> <<set $panties32 to {"name": "Pink Black String ", "imgname": "PinkBlackString", "beauty": 7, "fem": 7, "price": 85, "slot": "panties", "class": "daily", "description": "A delicate pink g-string with bold black edges, creating a striking contrast for a playful yet seductive look."}>> <<set $panties33 to {"name": "Glitter Ruffle", "imgname": "GlitterRuffle", "beauty": 7, "fem": 7, "price": 95, "slot": "panties", "class": "daily", "description": " An icy blue g-string with short ruffled edges, adorned with subtle glittery dots that shimmer beautifully under the light."}>> <<set $panties34 to {"name": "Black Sheer String", "imgname": "BlackSheerString", "beauty": 7, "fem": 7, "price": 90, "slot": "panties", "class": "daily", "description": "A seductive black string thong with sheer fabric on the upper front and a fully sheer back, offering a teasing glimpse despite its minimal design."}>> ONEPIECE HOSIERY <<set $hosiery1 to {"name": "Black Short Socks", "imgname": "BlackShortSocks", "beauty": 0, "fem": 0, "price": 15, "slot": "hosiery", "class": "daily", "description": "Comfortable Black Short Socks"}>> <<set $hosiery2 to {"name": "White Ankle Socks with Ruffled Trim", "imgname": "RuffledWhite", "beauty": 4, "fem": 4, "price": 20, "slot": "hosiery", "class": "daily", "description": "Simple white ankle socks with a soft ruffled trim around the top."}>> <<set $hosiery3 to {"name": "Gray Crew Socks", "imgname": "GreyAlpacaSocks", "beauty": 4, "fem": 4, "price": 25, "slot": "hosiery", "class": "daily", "description": "Comfortable light gray crew socks with a subtle ribbed texture."}>> <<set $hosiery4 to {"name": "Pink Polka Dot Socks", "imgname": "PinkPoltaDotSocks", "beauty": 4, "fem": 4, "price": 22, "slot": "hosiery", "class": "daily", "description": "Soft pastel pink ankle socks with a cute, small dotted pattern."}>> <<set $hosiery5 to {"name": "Black Knee-High Socks", "imgname": "BlackKnee", "beauty": 5, "fem": 5, "price": 40, "slot": "hosiery", "class": "daily", "description": "Elegant black knee-high socks featuring a delicate lace trim at the top."}>> <<set $hosiery6 to {"name": "White Knee-High Socks", "imgname": "WhiteKneeHigh", "beauty": 5, "fem": 5, "price": 40, "slot": "hosiery", "class": "daily", "description": "White knee-high socks with a ribbed texture."}>> <<set $hosiery7 to {"name": "White Crew Socks with Small Heart", "imgname": "CrewSocksHeart", "beauty": 5, "fem": 5, "price": 35, "slot": "hosiery", "class": "daily", "description": "White beige crew socks with a small, embroidered heart near the top."}>> <<set $hosiery8 to {"name": "Black Mid-Length Socks", "imgname": "BlackMidSocks", "beauty": 5, "fem": 5, "price": 40, "slot": "hosiery", "class": "daily", "description": "Comfortable black socks that extend just below the knees."}>> <<set $hosiery9 to {"name": "Black Over Knees Socks", "imgname": "BlackOverKnee", "beauty": 5, "fem": 5, "price": 40, "slot": "hosiery", "class": "daily", "description": "Comfortable black socks that extend just over the knees."}>> <<set $hosiery10 to {"name": "Pink Striped Thigh High Socks", "imgname": "PinkStripedThighHigh", "beauty": 6, "fem": 6, "price": 50, "slot": "hosiery", "class": "daily", "description": "Adorable striped pink&white socks that go up to thighs."}>> <<set $hosiery11 to {"name": "Black Thigh-High Socks", "imgname": "BlackHighSocks", "beauty": 6, "fem": 6, "price": 55, "slot": "hosiery", "class": "daily", "description": "Sleek black thigh-high socks with a delicate white trim, adding a touch of elegance to any outfit."}>> <<set $hosiery12 to {"name": "Lavender Thigh-High Socks", "imgname": "LavenderThighHigh", "beauty": 6, "fem": 6, "price": 55, "slot": "hosiery", "class": "daily", "description": "Gentle lavender thigh-highs made from a soft, cozy fabric."}>> <<set $hosiery13 to {"name": "White Over-the-Knee Socks", "imgname": "LaceTrimKneeSocks", "beauty": 6, "fem": 6, "price": 55, "slot": "hosiery", "class": "daily", "description": "Elegant white over-the-knee socks adorned with delicate lace trim for a soft, feminine touch.."}>> PERCINGS <<set $piercing1 to {"name": "Stud Earrings", "imgname": "Earring1", "beauty": 1, "fem": 1, "price": 20, "slot": "earring", "description": "Stud Earrings with Gems."}>> <<set $piercing2 to {"name": "Heart Earrings", "imgname": "Earring2", "beauty": 1, "fem": 2, "price": 20, "slot": "earring", "description": "Heart Shaped Silver Earrings."}>> <<set $piercing3 to {"name": "Gold Hoop Earrings", "imgname": "Earring3", "beauty": 2, "fem": 10, "price": 30, "slot": "earring", "description": "Golden Hoop Earrings."}>> <<set $piercing4 to {"name": "Silver Hoop Earrings", "imgname": "Earring4", "beauty": 1, "fem": 1, "price": 20, "slot": "earring", "description": "Small Silver Hoop Earrings."}>> <<set $piercing5 to {"name": "Blue Stud Earrings", "imgname": "Earring5", "beauty": 1, "fem": 1, "price": 20, "slot": "earring", "description": "Stud Earrings with Blue Gems."}>> <<set $piercing6 to {"name": "Ring Nose Piercing", "imgname": "NosePiercing1", "beauty": 2, "fem": 4, "price": 30, "slot": "nose", "description": "Nose Piercing with a simple ring."}>> <<set $piercing7 to {"name": "Stud Nose Piercing", "imgname": "NosePiercing2", "beauty": 2, "fem": 4, "price": 30, "slot": "nose", "description": "Simple Stud Nose Piercing."}>> <<set $piercing8 to {"name": "Double Ring Nose Piercing", "imgname": "NosePiercing3", "beauty": 2, "fem": 4, "price": 30, "slot": "nose", "description": "Nose Piercing with a double simple ring."}>> <<set $piercing9 to {"name": "Bunny Navel Piercing", "imgname": "NavelPiercing1", "beauty": 2, "fem": 4, "price": 30, "slot": "navel", "description": "Navel Piercing with a bunny figure."}>> <<set $piercing10 to {"name": "Butterfly Navel Piercing", "imgname": "NavelPiercing2", "beauty": 2, "fem": 4, "price": 30, "slot": "navel", "description": "Navel Piercing with a butterfly figure."}>> <<set $piercing11 to {"name": "Stud Navel Piercing", "imgname": "NavelPiercing3", "beauty": 2, "fem": 4, "price": 30, "slot": "navel", "description": "Navel Piercing with a simple stud."}>> <<set $piercing12 to {"name": "Loosely Chained Navel Piercing", "imgname": "NavelPiercing4", "beauty": 2, "fem": 8, "price": 50, "slot": "navel", "description": "Navel Piercing with a loose chain around the belly."}>> <<set $piercing13 to {"name": "Chained Navel Piercing", "imgname": "NavelPiercing5", "beauty": 2, "fem": 8, "price": 50, "slot": "navel", "description": "Navel Piercing with a chain around the belly."}>> <<set $piercing14 to {"name": "Small Flower Stud Earrings", "imgname": "Earring6", "beauty": 5, "fem": 5, "price": 45, "slot": "earring", "description": "Small flower-shaped studs."}>> <<set $piercing15 to {"name": "Small Pearl Earrings", "imgname": "Earring7", "beauty": 5, "fem": 5, "price": 50, "slot": "earring", "description": "Elegant pearl earrings with a subtle diamond accent, perfect for a refined look."}>> <<set $piercing16 to {"name": "Small Gold Teardrop Earrings", "imgname": "Earring8", "beauty": 6, "fem": 6, "price": 60, "slot": "earring", "description": "Elegant gold teardrop earrings."}>> <<set $piercing17 to {"name": "Mini Heart Dangling Earrings", "imgname": "Earring9", "beauty": 6, "fem": 6, "price": 65, "slot": "earring", "description": "Cute, mini dangling hearts earrings."}>> ACCESSORIES <<set $accessory1 to {"name": "Small Heart Pendant", "imgname": "SmallHeartNecklace", "fem": 5, "price": 50, "slot": "necklace", "description": "A delicate golden chain with a small heart pendant."}>> <<set $accessory2 to {"name": "Small Star Necklace", "imgname": "SmallStarNeck", "fem": 5, "price": 50, "slot": "necklace", "description": "Fine silver chain with a tiny star charm."}>> <<set $accessory3 to {"name": "Rose Gold Layered Necklace", "imgname": "RoseLayeredNecklace", "fem": 6, "price": 70, "slot": "necklace", "description": "Layered rose gold chains with small charms for a refined look."}>> <<set $accessory4 to {"name": "Butterfly Charm Necklace", "imgname": "SmallButterflyNecklace", "fem": 6, "price": 70, "slot": "necklace", "description": "A dainty chain with a single butterfly charm."}>> <<set $accessory5 to {"name": "Thin Silver Bracelet", "imgname": "ThinSilverBracelet", "fem": 5, "price": 45, "slot": "bracelet", "description": "A minimalist silver bracelet with a delicate design."}>> <<set $accessory6 to {"name": "Charm Bracelet with Small Stars", "imgname": "SmallStarBracelet", "fem": 6, "price": 65, "slot": "bracelet", "description": "A bracelet with small star charms for a playful sparkle."}>> <<set $accessory7 to {"name": "Rose Quartz Beaded Bracelet", "imgname": "RoseQuartzBracelet", "fem": 6, "price": 65, "slot": "bracelet", "description": "Soft pink rose quartz beads for a feminine touch."}>> <<set $accessory8 to {"name": "Gold Ankle Chain", "imgname": "ThinAnklet", "fem": 5, "price": 45, "slot": "anklet", "description": "A simple gold chain that elegantly wraps around the ankle."}>> <<set $accessory9 to {"name": "Silver Ankle Chain with Heart Charm", "imgname": "HeartAnklet", "fem": 6, "price": 60, "slot": "anklet", "description": "Silver chain with a small heart charm for a cute accent."}>> <<set $accessory10 to {"name": "Thin Ring with Sapphires", "imgname": "SapphireThinRing", "fem": 5, "price": 50, "slot": "ring", "description": "A dainty silver ring with a string of tiny sapphires."}>> <<set $accessory11 to {"name": "Delicate Flower Ring", "imgname": "FlowerRing", "fem": 6, "price": 55, "slot": "ring", "description": "A silver ring with a tiny flower design, giving a subtle yet charming appearance."}>> MC-CLOTHING INVENTORY: <<set $brasunlocked to 0>> <<set $dressunlocked to 0>> <<set $onepieceunlocked to 0>> <<set $tattoosunlocked to 0>> <<set $jewelryunlocked to 0>> <<set $topinv to []>> <<set $topinv.push($top1)>> <<set $bottominv to []>> <<set $bottominv.push($bottom1)>> <<set $dressinv to []>> <<set $shoesinv to []>> <<set $shoesinv.push($shoes1)>> <<set $brainv to []>> <<set $pantiesinv to []>> <<set $pantiesinv.push($panties1)>> <<set $onepieceinv to []>> <<set $hosieryinv to []>> <<set $hosieryinv.push($hosiery1)>> MC-ACC Piercing INVENTORY: <<set $piercinginv to []>> <<set $accessoryinv to []>> MASCULINE HAVEN <<newinv $mashavinv>> <<pickup $mashavinv '$dress1' 1>> Blossom Apparel <<set $BAbra to[ ]>> <<set $BApanties to [$panties3, $panties4, $panties5, $panties6, $panties7, $panties8, $panties9, $panties10, $panties11, $panties12, $panties13, $panties14, $panties15, $panties16, $panties17, $panties19, $panties20, $panties23, $panties24, $panties25, $panties26, $panties27, $panties28, $panties29, $panties30, $panties31, $panties32, $panties33]>> <<set $BAhosiery to[$hosiery2, $hosiery3, $hosiery4, $hosiery5, $hosiery6, $hosiery7, $hosiery8, $hosiery9, $hosiery10, $hosiery11, $hosiery12, $hosiery13]>> <<set $BAonepiece to[ ]>> <<set $BAtop to [$top2, $top3, $top4, $top5, $top6, $top7, $top8, $top9, $top10, $top11, $top12, $top13, $top14]>> <<set $BAbottom to [$bottom2, $bottom3, $bottom4, $bottom5, $bottom6, $bottom7, $bottom8, $bottom9, $bottom10, $bottom11, $bottom12]>> <<set $BAshoes to[$shoes2, $shoes3, $shoes4, $shoes5, $shoes6, $shoes7]>> <<set $BAdress to[ ]>> INKSTEEL <<set $inksteelinv to [$piercing1, $piercing4, $piercing3, $piercing2, $piercing6, $piercing7, $piercing8, $piercing9, $piercing10, $piercing11, $piercing12, $piercing13, $piercing14, $piercing15, $piercing16, $piercing17]>> JEWELER <<set $AAinv to [$accessory1, $accessory2, $accessory3, $accessory4, $accessory5, $accessory6, $accessory7, $accessory8, $accessory9, $accessory10, $accessory11]>> SET PASSAGES <<set $wardrobetable to "Tops">> <<set $laptoppsg to "Main">> <<set $mirrortable to "Body">> <<set $clothingtable to "Outerwear">> <<set $swiftgram to "Main">> <<set $blossomapparel to "Panties">> <<set $cabinet to "Piercings">> <<set $spa to "Main">> <<set $AA to "Necklace">> Plucking <<set $swiftgramfeedset = [1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25]>> <<set $collegelowfemset =[1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10]>> <<set $televisionset = [1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20]>> <<set $parklowfemset =[1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6]>> <<set $parkmedfemset =[1, 2, 3, 4, 5]>> Virginity <<set $virginity to 1>> <<set $analvirginity to 1>> <<set $bbcinterest to 0>> <<set $femenvy to 0>> <<set $sub to 0>> Met People <<set $metandre to 0>> <<set $metjessica to 0>> <<set $metalexandra to 0>> <<set $metjia to 0>> <<set $metliya to 0>> <<set $meteva to 0>> <<set $meteve to 0>> <<set $metdarius to 0>> Love Points: <<set $JessicaLove to 0>> <<set $JiaLove to 0>> <<set $LiyaLove to 0>> <<set $EthanLove to 0>> <<set $AndreLove to 0>> <<set $DariusLove to 0>> <<set $AlexandraLove to 0>> <<set $BrookeLove to 0>> Class stats: <<set $psycclass to 1>> <<set $sociclass to 1>> <<set $histclass to 1>> <<set $econclass to 1>> Found Location <<set $foundgym to 0>> <<set $foundbeach to 0>> <<set $foundinksteel to 0>> <<set $foundprivatefloor to 0>> <<set $discnaughtyfans to 0>> Quests Jessica <<set $jessicaquest to 0>> <<set $MCcuck to 0>> PhotoClub <<set $photoskill to 0>> <<set $photoquest to 0>> <<set $jiaquest to 0>> Clara <<set $claracor to 0>> <<set $claraquest to 0>> Andre <<set $andrequest to 0>> <<newinv $fundwaitress>> <<pickup $fundwaitress "KiraWilliam" 1 "Insider" 1 "Jordan" 1 "William" 1 "Alexandra" 1 "DrunkWoman" 1 "SexConq" 1 "Mia" 1 "Bribe" 1 "Benoit" 1>> Alexandra <<set $awquest eq 0>> <<newinv $MCQtruthordare>> <<pickup $MCQtruthordare "AndreD1" 1 "AndreD2" 1 "AndreT1" 1 "AndreT2" 1 "JessD1" 1 "JessD2" 1 "JessT1" 1 "JessT2" 1 "AlexandraD1" 1 "AlexandraD2" 1 "AlexandraT1" 1 "AlexandraT2" 1>> <<newinv $MCAtruthordare>> <<pickup $MCAtruthordare "AndreD" 1 "AndreT" 1 "AlexandraD" 1 "AlexandraT" 1 "JessD" 1 "JessT" 1>> <<newinv $MCaskedquestions>> <<newinv $MCansweredquestions>> Nicole and Gym <<set $gymquest to 0>> Social Media <<set $discsydney to 0>> <<set $discnicola to 0>> <<set $sidemenu to 1>> Darius <<set $bbcpornunlocked to 0>> <<set $dariusevent to 0>>

DIALOGUE WIDGETS <<widget "MCTalk">> <table class="mc-table"> <tr> <td rowspan="2" style="width:10%" align="center"> <<if $face eq 1>><img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MC Face1.jpg" width=125 /><<elseif $face eq 2>> <img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MC Face2.jpg" width=125 /> <<elseif $face eq 3>> <img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MC Face3.jpg" width=125 /> <<elseif $face eq 3>> <img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MC Face3.jpeg" width=125 />src="Images/Home/Mirror/MC Face4.jpeg" width=125 /> <<elseif $face eq 5>> <img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MC Face5.jpeg"<</if>></td> <td style="height:25%"><b><<if $femnameactive eq 1>>$femname<<else>>$name<</if>></b></td> </tr> <tr> <td>"$args[0]"</td> </tr> </table> <</widget>> <<widget "JessicaTalk">> <table class="jessica-table"> <tr> <td rowspan="2" style="width:10%" align="center"><img src="Images/Phone/Contacts/Jessica Portrait.jpg" width=125 /></td> <td style="height:20%"><b>Jessica</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td>"$args[0]"</td> </tr> </table> <</widget>> <<widget "ClaraTalk">> <table class="clara-table"> <tr> <td rowspan="2" style="width:10%" align="center"> <img src="Images/Phone/Contacts/Clara Portrait.jpg" width=125 /></td> <td style="height:20%"><b>Clara</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td>"$args[0]"</td> </tr> </table> <</widget>> <<widget "AndreTalk">> <table class="andre-table"> <tr> <td rowspan="2" style="width:10%" align="center"><img src="Images/Phone/Contacts/Andre Portrait.jpeg" width=125 /></td> <td style="height:20%"><b>Mr. Brown</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td>"$args[0]"</td> </tr> </table> <</widget>> <<widget "AlexandraTalk">> <table class="alexandra-table"> <tr> <td rowspan="2" style="width:10%" align="center"><img src="Images/Phone/Contacts/Alexandra Portrait.jpg" width=125 /></td> <td style="height:20%"><b>Alexandra</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td>"$args[0]"</td> </tr> </table> <</widget>> <<widget "OpheliaTalk">> <table class="ophelia-table"> <tr> <td rowspan="2" style="width:10%" align="center"><img src="Images/Phone/Contacts/Ophelia Portrait.jpg" width=125 /></td> <td style="height:20%"><b>Mom</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td>"$args[0]"</td> </tr> </table> <</widget>> <<widget "ElizabethTalk">> <table class="elizabeth-table"> <tr> <td rowspan="2" style="width:10%" align="center"><img src="Images/Phone/Contacts/Elizabeth Portrait.jpg" width=125 /></td> <td style="height:20%"><b>Elizabeth</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td>"$args[0]"</td> </tr> </table> <</widget>> <<widget "AntheaTalk">> <table class="anthea-table"> <tr> <td rowspan="2" style="width:10%" align="center"><img src="Images/Phone/Contacts/Anthea Portrait.jpg" width=125 /></td> <td style="height:20%"><b>Aunt Anthea</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td>"$args[0]"</td> </tr> </table> <</widget>> <<widget "BrookeTalk">> <table class="brooke-table"> <tr> <td rowspan="2" style="width:10%" align="center"><img src="Images/Phone/Contacts/Brooke Portrait.jpg" width=125 /></td> <td style="height:20%"><b>Brooke</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td>"$args[0]"</td> </tr> </table> <</widget>> <<widget "NicoleTalk">> <table class="nicole-table"> <tr> <td rowspan="2" style="width:10%" align="center"><img src="Images/Phone/Contacts/Nicole Portrait.jpg" width=125 /></td> <td style="height:20%"><b>Nicole</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td>"$args[0]"</td> </tr> </table> <</widget>> <<widget "LilyTalk">> <table class="lily-table"> <tr> <td rowspan="2" style="width:10%" align="center"><img src="Images/Phone/Contacts/Lily Portrait.jpg" width=125 /></td> <td style="height:20%"><b>Lily</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td>"$args[0]"</td> </tr> </table> <</widget>> <<widget "EvaTalk">> <table class="eva-table"> <tr> <td rowspan="2" style="width:10%" align="center"><img src="Images/Phone/Contacts/Eva Portrait.jpg" width=125 /></td> <td style="height:20%"><b>Eva</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td>"$args[0]"</td> </tr> </table> <</widget>> <<widget "JiaTalk">> <table class="jia-table"> <tr> <td rowspan="2" style="width:10%" align="center"><img src="Images/Phone/Contacts/Jia Portrait.jpg" width=125 /></td> <td style="height:20%"><b>Jia</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td>"$args[0]"</td> </tr> </table> <</widget>> <<widget "LiyaTalk">> <table class="liya-table"> <tr> <td rowspan="2" style="width:10%" align="center"><img src="Images/Phone/Contacts/Liya Portrait.jpg" width=125 /></td> <td style="height:20%"><b>Liya</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td>"$args[0]"</td> </tr> </table> <</widget>> <<widget "DariusTalk">> <table class="darius-table"> <tr> <td rowspan="2" style="width:10%" align="center"><img src="Images/Phone/Contacts/Darius Portrait.jpg" width=125 /></td> <td style="height:20%"><b>Darius</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td>"$args[0]"</td> </tr> </table> <</widget>> <<widget "EthanTalk">> <table class="ethan-table"> <tr> <td rowspan="2" style="width:10%" align="center"><img src="Images/Phone/Contacts/Ethan Portrait.jpg" width=125 /></td> <td style="height:20%"><b>Ethan</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td>"$args[0]"</td> </tr> </table> <</widget>> <<widget "KiraTalk">> <table class="kira-table"> <tr> <td rowspan="2" style="width:10%" align="center"><img src="Images/Phone/Contacts/Kira Portrait.jpg" width=125 /></td> <td style="height:20%"><b>Kira</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td>"$args[0]"</td> </tr> </table> <</widget>> <<widget "AdamTalk">> <table class="adam-table"> <tr> <td rowspan="2" style="width:10%" align="center"><img src="Images/Phone/Contacts/Adam Portrait.jpg" width=125 /></td> <td style="height:20%"><b>Adam</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td>"$args[0]"</td> </tr> </table> <</widget>> <<widget "GiannaTalk">> <table class="gianna-table"> <tr> <td rowspan="2" style="width:10%" align="center"><img src="Images/Phone/Contacts/Gianna Portrait.jpg" width=125 /></td> <td style="height:20%"><b>Gianna</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td>"$args[0]"</td> </tr> </table> <</widget>> <<widget "AbellaTalk">> <table class="abella-table"> <tr> <td rowspan="2" style="width:10%" align="center"><img src="Images/Phone/Contacts/Abella Portrait.jpg" width=125 /></td> <td style="height:20%"><b>Abella</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td>"$args[0]"</td> </tr> </table> <</widget>> <<widget "JordanTalk">> <table class="jordan-table"> <tr> <td rowspan="2" style="width:10%" align="center"><img src="Images/Phone/Contacts/Jordan Portrait.jpg" width=125 /></td> <td style="height:20%"><b>Mr. Douglas</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td>"$args[0]"</td> </tr> </table> <</widget>> <<widget "AlexTalk">> <table class="alex-table"> <tr> <td rowspan="2" style="width:10%" align="center"><img src="Images/Phone/Contacts/Alex Portrait.jpg" width=125 /></td> <td style="height:20%"><b>Alex</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td>"$args[0]"</td> </tr> </table> <</widget>> <<widget "CharlotteTalk">> <table class="charlotte-table"> <tr> <td rowspan="2" style="width:10%" align="center"><img src="Images/Phone/Contacts/Charlotte Portrait.jpg" width=125 /></td> <td style="height:20%"><b>Charlotte</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td>"$args[0]"</td> </tr> </table> <</widget>> <<widget "MarcusTalk">> <table class="marcus-table"> <tr> <td rowspan="2" style="width:10%" align="center"><img src="Images/Phone/Contacts/Marcus Portrait.jpg" width=125 /></td> <td style="height:20%"><b>Marcus</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td>"$args[0]"</td> </tr> </table> <</widget>> <<widget "EveTalk">> <table class="eve-table"> <tr> <td rowspan="2" style="width:10%" align="center"><img src="Images/Phone/Contacts/Eve Portrait.jpg" width=125 /></td> <td style="height:20%"><b>Eve</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td>"$args[0]"</td> </tr> </table> <</widget>>

<<nobr>> <div style="text-align:center"><table style="width:100%"> <tr> <td>[img[Images/City/Apartment.jpg][Apartment]]</td> <td>[img[Images/City/Park.jpg][Park]]</td> <td><<if $metandre eq 2>> [img[Images/City/AndreVilla.jpg][Andre Villa]]<<elseif $metandre lt 2>> <img src="Images/City/AndreVillaBlur.jpg"><</if>> </td> </tr> <tr> <td>[[Go Home|Apartment]]</td> <td>[[Go to Franklin Angel Park|Park]]</td> <td><<if $metandre eq 2>>[[Go to Mr. Brown's Villa|Andre Villa]] <<elseif $metandre lt 2>>Undiscovered<</if>></td> </tr> <tr> <td>[img[Images/City/CollegeCampus.jpg][College Campus]]</td> <td>[img[Images/City/Bus Terminal.jpg][Bus Terminal]]</td> <td><<if $foundgym eq 1>>[img[Images/City/Gym.jpg][Gym]]<<elseif $foundgym eq 0>><img src="Images/City/GymBlur.jpg"><</if>> </td> </tr> <tr> <td>[[Go To Emeraldglen College Campus|College Campus]]</td> <td>[[Go To Bus Terminal|Bus Terminal]]</td> <td><<if $foundgym eq 1>>[[Go to Alma Mater Fitness|Gym]]<<elseif $foundgym eq 0>>Undiscovered<</if>></td> </tr> </table></div> <</nobr>>

<<if $daynumber eq 2 and $time eq 3 and $gaming1 eq 0>> After a productive day at school and finding <mc>yourself</mc> a gym you go to your PC to play your favorite video game series [[Play Zara|Gaming1]] <<else>> <<if $claraquest eq 0 and $time eq 3>> I should go and talk to <clara>Clara</clara> in the livingroom!<</if>> <div style="text-align:center"><table style="width:100%"> <tr> <td>[img[Images/City/MC Room1.jpg][My Room]]</td> <td>[img[Images/City/Clara Room.jpg][Clara's Room]]</td> </tr> <tr> <td>[[Go to Your Room|My Room]]</td> <td>[[Go to Clara's Room|Clara's Room]]</td> </tr> <tr> <td>[img[Images/City/LivingRoom.jpg][Living Room]]</td> <td>[img[Images/City/Bathroom.jpg][Bathroom]]</td> </tr> <tr> <td>[[Go to Living Room|Living Room]]</td> <td>[[Go to Bathroom|Bathroom]]</td> </tr> <tr> <td>[img[Images/City/City.jpg][City]]</td> <td><<if ($dress neq "None" or ($top neq "None" and $bottom neq "None" and $panties neq "None" and $shoes neq "None" and $hosiery neq "None")) >> [[Leave the Apartment|City]] <<else>> You cannot leave your apartment without a complete outfit. <</if>> </td> </tr> </table></div> <</if>>

<<nobr>> <<if $heelquest eq 1 and $dheelpractice eq 0 and $heelpractice lt 5 and $time gte 2>> <div style="text-align:center"><table style="width:100%"> <tr> <td><div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Heels.jpg" height=300></div></td> <td colspan="2">[[Practice Wearing High Heels!|HeelPractice]]</td></tr> </table></div> <</if>> <div style="text-align:center"><table style="width:100%"> <<if $daynumber gte 15 and $day eq 5 and $time eq 1>> <tr> <td> <<if $hosiery != "None" && $panties != "None" && $shoes != "None">> <<if ($top != "None" && $bottom != "None") || $dress != "None">> <div style="text-align:center">[img[Images/City/AndreV/AndreFaceSmall.jpeg][Andre Villa]]</div> <<else>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/ AndreV/AndreFaceSmall.jpeg"></div> <</if>> <<else>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/ AndreV/AndreFaceSmall.jpeg"></div> <</if>> </td> <td colspan="2"><<if $hosiery != "None" && $panties != "None" && $shoes != "None">> <<if ($top != "None" && $bottom != "None") || $dress != "None">> <div style="text-align:center">[[Go to Mr. Brown’s Villa.|Andre Villa]]</div> <<else>> <div style="text-align:center">You are not dressed properly!</div> <</if>> <<else>> <div style="text-align:center">You are not dressed properly!</div> <</if>></td> </tr> <</if>> <<if $day eq 6 and $time eq 1>> <tr> <td> <<if $hosiery != "None" && $panties != "None" && $shoes != "None">> <<if ($top != "None" && $bottom != "None") || $dress != "None">> <div style="text-align:center">[img[Images/City/Park/BrookeFaceSmall.jpg][Park]]</div> <<else>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/BrookeFaceSmall.jpg"></div> <</if>> <<else>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/BrookeFaceSmall.jpg"></div> <</if>> </td> <td colspan="2"><<if $hosiery != "None" && $panties != "None" && $shoes != "None">> <<if ($top != "None" && $bottom != "None") || $dress != "None">> <div style="text-align:center">[[Go to the Park to meet with Brooke.|Park]]</div> <<else>> <div style="text-align:center">You are not dressed properly!</div> <</if>> <<else>> <div style="text-align:center">You are not dressed properly!</div> <</if>></td> </tr> <</if>> <<if $day eq 7 and $time eq 1>> <tr> <td> <<if $hosiery != "None" && $panties != "None" && $shoes != "None">> <<if ($top != "None" && $bottom != "None") || $dress != "None">> <div style="text-align:center">[img[Images/City/College/PhotoClub/JiaFaceSmall.jpg][Mall]]</div> <<else>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/JiaFaceSmall.jpg"></div> <</if>> <<else>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/JiaFaceSmall.jpg"></div> <</if>> </td> <td colspan="2"><<if $hosiery != "None" && $panties != "None" && $shoes != "None">> <<if ($top != "None" && $bottom != "None") || $dress != "None">> <div style="text-align:center">[[Go to the Mall to meet with Jia.|Mall]]</div> <<else>> <div style="text-align:center">You are not dressed properly!</div> <</if>> <<else>> <div style="text-align:center">You are not dressed properly!</div> <</if>></td> </tr> <</if>> <<if $day lte 4 and $time eq 1>> <tr> <td> <<if $hosiery != "None" && $panties != "None" && $shoes != "None">> <<if ($top != "None" && $bottom != "None") || $dress != "None">> <div style="text-align:center">[img[Images/City/CollegeCampus.jpg][College Campus]]</div> <<else>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/CollegeCampus.jpg"></div> <</if>> <<else>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/CollegeCampus.jpg"></div> <</if>> </td> <td colspan="2"><<if $hosiery != "None" && $panties != "None" && $shoes != "None">> <<if ($top != "None" && $bottom != "None") || $dress != "None">> <div style="text-align:center">Go to [[College|College Campus]]</div> <<else>> <div style="text-align:center">You are not dressed properly!</div> <</if>> <<else>> <div style="text-align:center">You are not dressed properly!</div> <</if>></td> </tr> <</if>> <<if $jessicaquest gte 1 and $time eq 2 and ($day eq 3 or $day eq 7)>> <tr> <td> <<if $hosiery != "None" && $panties != "None" && $shoes != "None">> <<if ($top != "None" && $bottom != "None") || $dress != "None">> <div style="text-align:center">[img[Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaFaceSmall.jpg][Date Prep]]</div> <<else>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaFaceSmall.jpg"></div> <</if>> <<else>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaFaceSmall.jpg"></div> <</if>> </td> <td colspan="2"><<if $hosiery != "None" && $panties != "None" && $shoes != "None">> <<if ($top != "None" && $bottom != "None") || $dress != "None">> <div style="text-align:center">[[Prepare for your date.|Date Prep]]</div> <<else>> <div style="text-align:center">You are not dressed properly!</div> <</if>> <<else>> <div style="text-align:center">You are not dressed properly!</div> <</if>></td> </tr> <</if>> <tr> <td><<if $time neq 3>> <img src="Images/Home/Bed.jpg"> <<elseif $time eq 3 and $claraquest eq 3 and $day eq 1>> <img src="Images/Home/Bed.jpg"> <<elseif $time eq 3 and $claraquest eq 0>> <img src="Images/Home/Bed.jpg"> <<elseif $time eq 3 and $claraquest eq 5 and $day eq 1>> <img src="Images/Home/Bed.jpg"> <<elseif $time eq 3 and $claraquest eq 7 and $day eq 1>> <img src="Images/Home/Bed.jpg"> <<elseif $time eq 3 and $claraquest eq 9 and $day eq 1>> <img src="Images/Home/Bed.jpg"> <<elseif $time eq 3 and $claraquest eq 11 and $day eq 1>> <img src="Images/Home/Bed.jpg"> <<elseif $time eq 3 and $claraquest eq 13 and $day eq 1>> <img src="Images/Home/Bed.jpg"> <<elseif $time eq 3 and $claraquest eq 15 and $day eq 1>> <img src="Images/Home/Bed.jpg"> <<elseif $time eq 3 and $claraquest eq 17 and $day eq 1>> <img src="Images/Home/Bed.jpg"> <<elseif $time eq 3 and $claraquest eq 19 and $day eq 1>> <img src="Images/Home/Bed.jpg"> <<elseif $time eq 3 and $alexandraquest eq 4 and $day eq 4 and $gymquest eq 14 >> <img src="Images/Home/Bed.jpg"> <<elseif $alexandraquest eq 6 and $day eq 6 and $time eq 3 and $awquest eq 16>> <img src="Images/Home/Bed.jpg"> <<elseif $time eq 3 and $daynumber eq 6>> [img[Images/Home/Bed.jpg][Clara Night3]] <<elseif $time eq 3>> [img[Images/Home/Bed.jpg][Sleep]] <</if>></td> <td>[img[Images/Home/Wardrobe.jpg][Wardrobe]]</td> <td>[img[Images/Home/Cabinet.jpg][Cabinet]]</td> </tr> <tr> <td><<if $time neq 3>> It is too early to go to sleep! <<elseif $time eq 3 and $claraquest eq 3 and $day eq 1>> <mc><i>I should talk with Clara</i></mc> <<elseif $time eq 3 and $claraquest eq 0>> <mc><i>I should talk with Clara</i></mc> <<elseif $time eq 3 and $claraquest eq 5 and $day eq 1>> <mc><i>I should talk with Clara</i></mc> <<elseif $time eq 3 and $claraquest eq 7 and $day eq 1>> <mc><i>I should talk with Clara</i></mc> <<elseif $time eq 3 and $claraquest eq 9 and $day eq 1>> <mc><i>I should talk with Clara</i></mc> <<elseif $time eq 3 and $claraquest eq 11 and $day eq 1>> <mc><i>I should talk with Clara</i></mc> <<elseif $time eq 3 and $claraquest eq 13 and $day eq 1>> <mc><i>I should talk with Clara</i></mc> <<elseif $time eq 3 and $claraquest eq 15 and $day eq 1>> <mc><i>I should spend time with Clara</i></mc> <<elseif $time eq 3 and $claraquest eq 17 and $day eq 1>> <mc><i>I should spend time with Clara</i></mc> <<elseif $time eq 3 and $claraquest eq 19 and $day eq 1>> <mc><i>I should spend time with Clara</i></mc> <<elseif $time eq 3 and $alexandraquest eq 4 and $day eq 4 and $gymquest eq 14 >> <mc><i>I should go to Alexandra's Penthouse</i></mc> <<elseif $alexandraquest eq 6 and $day eq 6 and $time eq 3 and $awquest eq 16>> <mc><i>I should go to Alexandra's Penthouse</i></mc> <<elseif $time eq 3 and $daynumber eq 6>> [[Go to Bed|Clara Night3]] <<elseif $time eq 3>> [[Go to Bed|Sleep]] <</if>></td> <td>[[Open Your Wardrobe|Wardrobe]]</td> <td>[[Open Your Cabinet|Cabinet]]</td> </tr> <tr> <td>[img[Images/Home/Mirror.jpg][Mirror]]</td> <td>[img[Images/Home/Laptop.jpg][Laptop]]</td> <td> <<if $top eq "None" and $bottom eq "None" and $dress eq "None">> <img src="Images/City/HomeCorridor.jpg"> <<elseif $panties eq "None">> <img src="Images/City/HomeCorridor.jpg"> <<elseif $dress neq "None">> [img[Images/City/HomeCorridor.jpg][Apartment]] <<elseif $top neq "None" and $bottom neq "None">> [img[Images/City/HomeCorridor.jpg][Apartment]] <<else>> <img src="Images/City/HomeCorridor.jpg"> <</if>> </td> </tr> <tr> <td>[[Look at Mirror|Mirror]]</td> <td>[[Open your Laptop|Laptop]]</td> <td> <<if $top eq "None" and $bottom eq "None" and $dress eq "None">> You cannot leave your room because you're not dressed! <<elseif $panties eq "None">> You cannot leave your room because you're not wearing underwear! <<elseif $dress neq "None">> [[Go to Corridor|Apartment]] <<elseif $top neq "None" and $bottom neq "None">> [[Go to Corridor|Apartment]] <<else>> You cannot leave your room because you're not dressed properly! <</if>> </td> </tr> </table></div> <</nobr>>

<<if $claracor eq 0 and ($time eq 1 and $day lte 4)>> <clara>Clara's</clara> door is locked. [[Return to Corridor|Apartment]] <<elseif $claracor eq 0 and $time eq 3>> <clara>Clara's</clara> door is locked. [[Return to Corridor|Apartment]] <<else>> [[Return to Corridor|Apartment]] <</if>>

<<if $claraquest eq 0 and $time eq 3>> Clara greets you and jumps on the huge sofa, clearly excited with her first day of college. <img src="Images/Home/Clara5.jpg" height=500> [[You two sit on the sofa and talk|Clara Night1]] <<elseif $claraquest eq 3 and $day eq 1 and $time eq 3>> [[Join Clara|Clara Night4]] <<elseif $claraquest eq 5 and $day eq 1 and $time eq 3>> [[Join Clara|Clara Night6]] <<elseif $claraquest eq 7 and $day eq 1 and $time eq 3>> [[Join Clara|Clara Night8]] <<elseif $claraquest eq 7 and $day eq 1 and $time eq 3>> [[Join Clara|Clara Night8]] <<elseif $claraquest eq 9 and $day eq 1 and $time eq 3>> [[Join Clara|Clara Night9]] <<elseif $claraquest eq 11 and $day eq 1 and $time eq 3>> [[Join Clara|Clara Night10]] <<elseif $claraquest eq 13 and $day eq 1 and $time eq 3>> [[Join Clara|Clara Night12]] <<elseif $claraquest eq 15 and $day eq 1 and $time eq 3>> [[Join Clara|Clara Night13]] <<elseif $claraquest eq 17 and $day eq 1 and $time eq 3>> [[You see Clara doing yoga!|Clara Night14]] <<elseif $claraquest eq 19 and $day eq 1 and $time eq 3>> [[You see Clara watching a porn compilation!|Clara Night15]] <</if>> <<if $time eq 1 and $day lte 4>> <mc>I cannot watch tv, I need to get to class.</mc> <<elseif $alreadytv eq 1>> I have watched TV too much already! <<else>> [[Watch TV|Television]] (This action doesn't advance time!) <</if>> [[Return to Corridor|Apartment]]

<<if $time eq 1 and $day lte 4>> The door is locked, clearly <clara>Clara</clara> is in the shower. <<elseif $alreadyshowered eq 0 and ($time neq 1 or $day gt 4)>> <<linkreplace "Take a Shower">><<set $stress -=30>><<Stress>> <<set $alreadyshowered to 1>> <<if $femininity eq 0>> The steam rises as the water beats down on your body. It’s just a typical shower, the kind you’ve taken countless times before. You quickly wash your hair, lathering up the shampoo, and let the suds run down your shoulders. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/MCShower.jpg" height="500"></div> You rub soap across your chest, abs, and arms, rinsing off without much thought. The water is warm, soothing, and practical. You finish up quickly, grabbing the towel and stepping out without even glancing in the mirror. <<elseif $cage eq "Pink Cage">> <<if $femininity gte 7 and ($day eq 1 or $day eq 3 or $day eq 5)>> Warm water cascades down your smooth skin as you stand under the shower, letting it rinse away the lather from your body. Your delicate hands glide over your toned thighs and soft, rounded hips, ensuring every inch is clean. The snug chastity cage is a familiar presence, barely noticeable as you wash. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/MCShower7.jpg" height="500"></div> Once finished, you turn off the water and step out, wrapping a towel around your feminine curves. After drying off, you grab a bottle of lotion and begin applying it to your arms and legs in slow, deliberate strokes. The soothing scent fills the room as your hands work over your thighs, calves, and bubble butt, ensuring your skin remains soft and supple. Finally, you massage a light moisturizer into your face and neck, taking care around the edges of your long brunette hair. Satisfied with your routine, you toss your towel aside and get ready to face the day, feeling refreshed and polished. <<else>> Steam fills the bathroom as you stand under the warm spray, water dripping down your slender body. You run your hands over your soft thighs and curvy hips, the chastity cage resting snugly in place as you go through the familiar motions of washing. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/MCShower6.jpg" height="500"></div> The bubbles from the soap cling to your smooth, hairless skin before the water washes them away, leaving a light sheen. You take your time rinsing off, the warmth relaxing your muscles as droplets trail down your rounded figure. <</if>> <<elseif $femininity gte 1 and $face gte 3>> <<if $day eq 1 or $day eq 3 or $day eq 5>> Steam fills the small space as water pours down your body, clinging to your smooth skin. Your long brunette hair sticks to your back as you run your fingers through it, rinsing the shampoo away. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/MCShower4.jpg" height="500"></div> The water flows over your slender shoulders and down your flat chest, trailing across the gentle curve of your hips. Your bubble butt catches the stream, the warmth soothing as it flows further down to your toned thighs and calves. <<else>> The warm spray coats your body, streams of water running through your hair and over your shoulders. You gently rub body wash across your flat chest and slender frame, the soap lathering easily against your smooth skin. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/MCShower5.jpg" height="500"></div> You grab a towel and wrap it snugly around your body, droplets of water slipping off your smooth skin. You wipe away the last beads of water clinging to your toned thighs, enjoying the cozy warmth of the towel against your skin. After a few moments, you feel refreshed, the towel wrapped securely as you step away from the shower. <</if>> <<elseif $femininity gte 1>> The warm water streams over your smooth skin, the shower filling with steam as you take your time. Your hands glide effortlessly as you lather soap over your body, the silky feel of your skin almost addictive. The water cascades down your legs, pooling briefly at your feet before swirling away. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/MCShower2.jpg" height="500"></div> You shift slightly, the curves of your hips and thighs moving naturally under the spray. As you lean forward to rinse your arms, the warm droplets patter softly against your back and shoulders. The shower is soothing and calm, a brief escape from the world outside. You finish rinsing, savoring the lingering warmth before stepping out to towel off. <</if>> <</linkreplace>> <<elseif $alreadyshowered eq 1>> You have already taken a shower today! <</if>> [[Go to Corridor|Apartment]]

<<nobr>> <div style="text-align:center"><<link [[Return|My Room]]>> <<set $mirrortable to "Body">> <</link>></div> <<if $mirrortable eq "Body">> <table style="width:100%"> <tr> <td><div style="text-align:center"><b>Your Body</b></div></td> <<if $tattoosunlocked eq 1>><td><div style="text-align:center">[[Check Your Tattoos|Mirror][$mirrortable="Tattoos"]]</div></td><<elseif $tattoosunlocked eq 0>><</if>> </tr> </table> <table style="width:100%"> <<if $face gte 3>> <tr><td colspan="2"><div style="text-align:center"><b>Hairstyle</b></div></td></tr> <tr><td><div style="text-align:center"><<if $currenthair eq "Default">><img src="Images/City/Mall/Spa/Default.jpg" height=300> <<elseif $currenthair eq "BraidedSimple">><img src="Images/City/Mall/Spa/BraidedSimple.jpg" height=300> <<elseif $currenthair eq "HighPony">><img src="Images/City/Mall/Spa/HighPony.jpg" height=300> <<elseif $currenthair eq "LowPony">><img src="Images/City/Mall/Spa/LowPony.jpg" height=300> <<elseif $currenthair eq "LowBun">><img src="Images/City/Mall/Spa/BraidedSimple.jpg" height=300> <<elseif $currenthair eq "SoftWaves">><img src="Images/City/Mall/Spa/SoftWaves.jpg" height=300><</if>></div></td> <td><div style="text-align:center"><<if $currenthair eq "Default">> Your hair is left natural and simple, long brunette locks flowing freely without any styling. <<elseif $currenthair eq "BraidedSimple">> Your hair is styled into a simple braid, neat and elegant, perfect for a casual yet polished look. <<elseif $currenthair eq "HighPony">> Your hair is pulled up into a sleek high ponytail, showing off your face and giving a sporty, confident vibe. <<elseif $currenthair eq "LowPony">> Your hair rests in a low ponytail, relaxed and sophisticated, suitable for both casual and formal settings. <<elseif $currenthair eq "LowBun">> Your hair is gathered into a low bun at the nape of your neck, giving you a chic, understated elegance. <<elseif $currenthair eq "SoftWaves">> Your hair flows in soft waves, adding volume and movement for a carefree, yet stylish appearance.<</if>></div></td></tr><</if>> <tr> <td><div style="text-align:center"><b>Face</b></div></td> <td><div style="text-align:center"><b>Lips</b></div></td> </tr> <tr> <td> <div style="text-align:center"> <<if $face eq 1>><img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MC Face1.jpg" width=250> <<elseif $face eq 2>><img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MC Face2.jpg" width=250> <<elseif $face eq 3>><img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MC Face3.jpg" width=250> <<elseif $face eq 4>><img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MC Face4.jpg" width=250> <<elseif $face eq 5>><img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MC Face5.jpg" width=250> <</if>> </div> </td> <td> <div style="text-align:center"> <<if $lips eq 1>><img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MC Lips1.jpg" width=250><<elseif $lips eq 2>><img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MC Lips2.jpg" width=250> <<elseif $lips eq 3>><img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MC Lips3.jpg" width=250> <</if>> </div> </td> </tr> <tr> <td><<if $face eq 1>> You maintain a clean-shaven appearance, and the sparse hair on your face makes the grooming process even more effortless. Your striking blue eyes are complemented by your short brown hair. <<elseif $face eq 2>>Your skin has a beautiful, smooth glow, and your medium-length, wavy brown hair frames your face perfectly. The gentle waves add a natural, soft touch, highlighing your striking blue eyes and enhancing your overall look.<<elseif $face eq 3>> As your long brown hair frames your face, your once intense gaze has softened, and the anger that once etched your expression has gradually dissipated. <<elseif $face eq 4>>The absence of facial hair eliminates the need for daily shaving, freeing up your time for other pursuits. Your flowing, long brown hair not only enhances the beauty of your face but adds an extra dimension to your overall appearance. In your radiant blue eyes, a newfound sense of joy and optimism gleams, giving them an irresistible allure. Your complexion has reached a new level of luminosity, radiating health and vitality. <<elseif $face eq 5>>Your distinctly feminine visage exudes an unmistakable absence of any trace of masculinity or androgyny. Your chin possesses a graceful roundness that perfectly complements your feminine features. Meanwhile, your long, voluminous hair has experienced a surge in growth, now cascading in natural, elegant weaves that further enhance your overall charm. In your radiant blue eyes, a sense of joy and optimism gleams, giving them an irresistible allure. <<elseif $face eq 6>>In your striking azure eyes, a sense of joy and optimism dances, casting an irresistible enchantment. Your complexion has taken on an otherworldly glow, leaving your skin resplendent. Without a shadow of a doubt, you stand as one of the city's most enchanting and captivating women. <</if>></td> <td><<if $lips eq 1>>Your lips exhibit a delicately soft and graceful curvature, blurring the boundaries of traditional masculinity. <<elseif $lips eq 2>>Your lips, full and plump, beckon with an irresistibly natural and feminine sensuality, their allure heightened by their velvet softness, creating a captivating and alluring beauty.<<elseif $lips eq 3>>Your lips are a true work of art. Plump and inviting, exude a natural and beguiling femininity, drawing in all who meet your gaze. Men are irresistibly drawn to you, yearning to be by your side, while women, in silent envy, admire the allure you wields with every word you speak.<</if>></td> </tr> <tr> <td><div style="text-align:center"><b>Chest</b></div></td> <td><div style="text-align:center"><b>Waist</b></div></td> </tr> <tr> <td> <div style="text-align:center"> <<if $chest eq 0>><img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MC Chest0.jpg" width=250> <<elseif $chest eq 1>><img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MC Chest1.jpg" width=250> <<elseif $chest eq 2>><img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MC Chest2.jpg" width=250> <<elseif $chest eq 3>><img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MC Chest3.jpg" width=250> <<elseif $chest eq 4>><img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MC Chest4.jpg" width=250> <<elseif $chest eq 5>><img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MC Chest5.jpg" width=250> <<elseif $chest eq 6>><img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MC Chest6.jpg" width=250> <</if>> </div> </td> <td> <div style="text-align:center"> <<if $waist eq 1>><img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MC Waist1.jpg" width=250> <<elseif $waist eq 2>><img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MC Waist2.jpg" width=250> <<elseif $waist eq 3>><img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MC Waist3.jpg" width=250> <<elseif $waist eq 4>><img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MC Waist4.jpg" width=250> <<elseif $waist eq 5>><img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MC Waist5.jpg" width=250> <</if>> </div> </td> </tr> <tr> <td><<if $chest eq 0>>Your chest is slender, with only a scattering of fine hairs and a graceful, modest breadth.<</if>></td> <td><<if $waist eq 1>>Your waist is elegantly slender and is in masculine form.<<elseif $waist eq 2>>Your waist has never been this slim! You look healthy and a bit androgynous, yet you happen to like this new look.<<elseif $waist eq 3>>Your waist is now strikingly petite, curving gently with a soft, feminine grace. The figure before you is slender and delicate, with an unmistakably girlish shape. <</if>></td> </tr> <tr> <th><div style="text-align:center"><b>Genitalia</b></div></th> <th><div style="text-align:center"><b>Ass</b></div></th> </tr> <tr> <td> <div style="text-align:center"> <<if $genitalia eq 0>><img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MC Pussy.jpg" width=250> <<elseif $genitalia eq 1>><img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MC Penis1.jpg" width=250> <<elseif $cage eq "None" and $genitalia eq 2>><img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MC Penis2.jpg" width=250> <<elseif $cage eq "Pink Cage" and $genitalia eq 2>><img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MCCage.jpg" width=250> <<elseif $genitalia eq 3>><img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MC Penis3.jpg" width=250> <</if>> </div> </td> <td> <div style="text-align:center"> <<if $ass eq 0>><img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MC Ass0.jpg" width=250> <<elseif $ass eq 1>><img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MC Ass1.jpg" width=250> <<elseif $ass eq 2>><img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MC Ass2.jpg" width=250> <<elseif $ass eq 3>><img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MC Ass3.jpg" width=250> <<elseif $ass eq 4>><img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MC Ass4.jpg" width=250> <<elseif $ass eq 5>><img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MC Ass5.jpg" width=250> <</if>> </div> </td> </tr> <tr> <td><<if $genitalia eq 1>>Your penis is 10 cm (4 inches) when it is hard and only its half when it is soft. <<elseif $cage eq "None" and $genitalia eq 2>>Your penis is 10 cm (4 inches) when it is hard and is clean shaven. It looks smaller and slimmer now that it is fully shaven. <<elseif $cage eq "Pink Cage" and $genitalia eq 2>> Your clit is now locked snugly in a small pink chastity cage, unable to get hard. The cage reduces it to just 5 cm (2 inches), making it appear even smaller and slimmer. <</if>></td> <td><<if $ass eq 0>>Your ass is pert and compact, giving you a youthful and trim appearance that's both graceful and refined. <<elseif $ass eq 1>>Your ass is firm, well-defined and has a rounded appearence. You exhibit a delicate and sculpted look with an elegant curve. <<elseif $ass eq 2>>Your ass is firm, well-defined, and has a rounded appearance. It looks like a cute bubble butt, with a medium size that accentuates its feminine shape. The curves are delicate yet sculpted, with an elegant and girly curve that gives your lower body a fuller, more attractive look.<</if>></td> </tr> <tr> <td><div style="text-align:center"><b>Legs</b></div></td> <td><div style="text-align:center"><b>Fingers</b></div></td> </tr> <tr> <td> <div style="text-align:center"><<if $legs eq 0>><img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MCLegs.jpg" width=250> <<elseif $legs eq 1>><img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MCLegs2.jpg" width=250> <<elseif $legs eq 2>><img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MCLegs3.jpg" width=250><</if>></div></td> <td> <div style="text-align:center"><<if $fingers eq 0>><img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MC Fingers.jpg" width=250> <<elseif $fingers eq "FrenchManicure">><img src="Images/City/Mall/Spa/FrenchManicure.jpg" width=250> <<elseif $fingers eq "LavenderPolish">><img src="Images/City/Mall/Spa/LavenderPolish.jpg" height=250> <<elseif $fingers eq "SoftPinkGloss">><img src="Images/City/Mall/Spa/SoftPinkGloss.jpg" height=250> <<elseif $fingers eq "NudeBeige">><img src="Images/City/Mall/Spa/NudeBeige.jpg" height=250> <<elseif $fingers eq "DustyRed">><img src="Images/City/Mall/Spa/DustyRed.jpg" height=250> <<elseif $fingers eq "PearlWhite">><img src="Images/City/Mall/Spa/PearlWhite.jpg" height=250> <<elseif $fingers eq "PinkShimmer">><img src="Images/City/Mall/Spa/PinkShimmer.jpg" height=250><</if>></div> </td> </tr> <tr> <td> <<if $legs eq 0>>Your legs are hairy and manly looking. <<elseif $legs eq 1>>Your legs are free of hair and look androgynous. <<elseif $legs eq 2>>Your legs are undeniably feminine, with smooth, hair-free skin that highlights their slender yet toned shape. The curves of your thighs flow gracefully into your calves, creating a soft, girlish look. The muscles are defined but subtle, giving your legs a delicate and shapely appearance.<</if>></td> <td> <<if $fingers eq 0>>Your hands are pretty standard for an 18 year old boy. <<elseif $fingers eq "FrenchManicure">> Your nails feature a classic French manicure with pale pink or nude bases and crisp white tips, exuding timeless elegance. <<elseif $fingers eq "LavenderPolish">> Your nails are painted in a soft lavender shade, radiating understated charm and calm sophistication. <<elseif $fingers eq "SoftPinkGloss">> Your nails gleam with a delicate pink polish and a high-gloss finish, adding a subtle feminine touch. <<elseif $fingers eq "NudeBeige">> Your nails have a timeless neutral beige polish that enhances their natural look, perfect for everyday elegance. <<elseif $fingers eq "DustyRed">> Your nails are adorned with a muted red tone that strikes the perfect balance between bold and elegant. <<elseif $fingers eq "PearlWhite">> Your nails shimmer with a pearly white polish, exuding grace and refinement. <<elseif $fingers eq "PinkShimmer">> Your nails sparkle with a light pink polish featuring a subtle shimmer, creating a playful and romantic vibe. <</if>> </td> </tr> </table> <<elseif $mirrortable eq "Tattoos">> Testing for Tattoos! <</if>> <</nobr>>

<<if $laptoppsg eq "Main">> <<nobr>> <<if $alreadymasturbated eq 0 and $cage neq "Pink Cage">> [[Watch Your Favorite Pornstar|Laptop][$laptoppsg="Porn"]](This action doesn't advance time!) <<elseif $alreadymasturbated eq 1 and $arousal lte 50 and $cage neq "Pink Cage">> <b>You already masturbated today.</b> <<elseif $alreadymasturbated eq 1 and $arousal gt 50 and $cage neq "Pink Cage">> You already masturbated but you feel too horny to resist doing it again!<br> [[Watch Your Favorite Pornstar|Laptop][$laptoppsg="Porn"]] <<elseif $cage eq "Pink Cage">> <mc><i>I'm already struggling in the cage and I don't want to get horny.</i></mc> <</if>> <</nobr>> <<if $alreadygamed eq 0>> [[Play Your Favorite Game|Laptop][$laptoppsg="Game"]](This action doesn't advance time!) <<elseif $alreadygamed eq 1>> <b>You've spent too much time gaming today</b><</if>> [[Shut Down Laptop|My Room]] <<elseif $laptoppsg eq "Porn">> [[Watch Teasing Porn]] [[Watch Solo Porn]] [[Watch Vanilla Porn]] [[Watch Anal Porn]] [[Watch Gangbang Porn]] <<if $bbcpornunlocked eq 1>> [[Watch Interracial Porn]] [[Watch Interracial Gangbang Porn]]<<else>><</if>> [[Return|Laptop][$laptoppsg="Main"]] <<elseif $laptoppsg eq "Game">> <<linkreplace "Play <b>Legend of Zara</b>">> <<set $stress -= 5>> <<set $alreadygamed to 1>> <<set $laptoppsg to "Main">> <<Stress>> <<set $gameset = [1, 2, 3]>> <<set $gamechoice = $gameset.pluck()>> <<if $gamechoice eq 1>> <video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Laptop/LinkGame.mp4"/> <<elseif $gamechoice eq 2>> <video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Laptop/LinkGame2.mp4"/> <<elseif $gamechoice eq 3>> <video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Laptop/LinkGame3.mp4"/> <</if>> You played <b>"Legend of Zara"</b>, your favorite game series since your childhood. [[Return|Laptop][$laptoppsg="Main"]] <</linkreplace>> <</if>>

You have classes from Monday to Thursday in the mornings. <<if $day eq 1 and $time eq 1>> [[Go to your Psychology Class!|MondayClass]] <<elseif $day eq 2 and $time eq 1>> [[Go to your Sociology Class!|TuesdayClass]] <<elseif $day eq 3 and $time eq 1>> [[Go to your Economy Class!|WednesdayClass]] <<elseif $day eq 4 and $time eq 1>> [[Go to your History Class!|ThursdayClass]] <<else>> You have no class for the moment!<</if>> <<if $day eq 1 and $time eq 2 and $photoquest eq 0>> You see a cute redhead approaching to you, you remember her from your psyc class this morning. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Jia Normal2.jpg" width=500></div> <<JiaTalk "Hey, your name was $name, right?">> <<MCTalk "Yeah, your name starts with a J, doesn't it? Sorry, I'm terrible with names.">> <<JiaTalk "Yep, I'm Jia. I'm trying to make some new friends, and I thought you seemed cool. Want to hang out?">> You think:<mc><i>This cutie wants to hang out with me! College is off to a great start.</i></mc> <<MCTalk "I don't really know many people in the city yet. Absolutely, I'd love to spend time with you.">> <<JiaTalk "Great. I was actually heading to the photography club. I'm thinking of joining. Want to come with?">> <<MCTalk "Sure, I used to be really into photography in high school, before the whole university exam stress kicked in.">> <<JiaTalk "I had a feeling we'd hit it off the moment I saw you.">> [[Go to Photography Club|PhotoClub0]] <<elseif $day eq 2 and $time eq 2 and $foundgym eq 0>> <mc><i>Well, Clara is right. I should move on and get a girlfriend.</i></mc> You see a fit couple jogging down the street as you leave the campus. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Muscular Couple.jpg" width=650></div> <mc><i>What a hot couple. Maybe I should consider hitting the gym. Getting fit not only for myself but who knows, I might find a girlfriend there too.</i></mc> [[Continue walking around the neighborhood|Gym0]] <<elseif $day eq 1 and $time eq 2 and $photoquest eq 1>> [[Go to Photography Club|PhotoClub1]] <<elseif $day eq 1 and $time eq 2 and $photoquest eq 2>> [[Go to Photography Club|PhotoClub2]] <<elseif $day eq 1 and $time eq 2 and $photoquest eq 3>> [[Go to Photography Club|PhotoClub3]] <<elseif $day eq 1 and $time eq 2 and $photoquest eq 4>> [[Go to Photography Club|PhotoClub4]] <<elseif $day eq 1 and $time eq 2 and $photoquest eq 5>> [[Go to Photography Club|PhotoClub5]] <<elseif $day eq 1 and $time eq 2 and $photoquest eq 6>> [[Go to Photography Club|PhotoClub6]] <<elseif $day eq 1 and $time eq 2 and $photoquest eq 7>> [[Go to Photography Club|PhotoClub7]] <<elseif $day eq 1 and $time eq 2 and $photoquest eq 8>> [[Go to Photography Club|PhotoClub8]] <<elseif $day eq 1 and $time eq 2 and $photoquest eq 9>> [[Go to Photography Club|PhotoClub9]] <<else>> [[Leave Campus Grounds|City]]<</if>>

<div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park2.jpg" height=500></div> <<if $day lte 4 and $time eq 1>> <mc><i>I can't go for a walk right now; I have classes this morning.</i></mc> [[Return to your district.|City]] <<elseif $time gte 3>> <mc><i>It's too late for a walk!</i></mc> [[Return to your district.|City]] <<elseif $time eq 2 and $day eq 1 and $photoquest gte 1>> I cannot spend time here, I need to get to the photography class! [[Return|City]] <<elseif $time eq 2 and ($day eq 2 or $day eq 4) and $foundgym eq 1>> I need to be at the gym, I can workout there instead of jogging here! [[Return|City]] <<elseif $day eq 6 and $time eq 1 and $brookequest eq 1>> [[Meet with Brooke|Brooke2]] <<elseif $day eq 6 and $time eq 1 and $brookequest eq 2>> [[Meet with Brooke|Brooke3]] <<elseif $day eq 6 and $time eq 1 and $brookequest eq 3>> [[Meet with Brooke|Brooke4]] <<elseif $day eq 6 and $time eq 1 and $brookequest eq 4>> [[Meet with Brooke|Brooke5]] <<elseif $day eq 6 and $time eq 1 and $brookequest eq 5>> [[Meet with Brooke|Brooke6]] <<elseif $day eq 6 and $time eq 1 and $brookequest eq 6>> [[Meet with Brooke|Brooke7]] <<elseif $day eq 6 and $time eq 1 and $brookequest eq 7>> [[Meet with Brooke|Brooke8]] <<elseif $day eq 6 and $time eq 1 and $brookequest eq 8>> [[Meet with Brooke|Brooke9]] <<elseif $day eq 6 and $time eq 1 and $brookequest eq 9>> [[Meet with Brooke|Brooke10]] <<elseif $dtired eq 0>> [[Go for a walk|Park Walk]](This action doesn't advance time!) [[Return|City]] <<elseif $dtired eq 1>> I am too tired to go for a walk [[Return|City]] <</if>>

<img src="Images/City/Gym.jpg" height=500> You enter the Alma Mater Fitness. <<if ($day neq 2 and $time neq 2) or ($day neq 4 and $time neq 2)>> Your gym time slots are <b>Tuesday and Thursday Evenings!</b> <<elseif $time eq 2 and ($day eq 2 or $day eq 4)>> <<if $gymquest eq 1>> You see <nicole>Nicole</nicole> talking to the receptionist and she waves at you. You go to the lockers to change into your sportswear and return. [[Talk to Nicole|Gym1]] <<elseif $gymquest eq 2>> You see <nicole>Nicole</nicole> talking to the receptionist and she waves at you. You go to the lockers to change into your sportswear and return. [[Start your workout|Gym2]] <<elseif $gymquest eq 3>> You see <nicole>Nicole</nicole> talking to the receptionist and she waves at you. You go to the lockers to change into your sportswear and return. [[Start your workout|Gym3]] <<elseif $gymquest eq 4>> You see <nicole>Nicole</nicole> talking to the receptionist and she waves at you. You go to the lockers to change into your sportswear and return. [[Start your workout|Gym4]] <<elseif $gymquest eq 5>> You see <nicole>Nicole</nicole> talking to the receptionist and she waves at you. You go to the lockers to change into your sportswear and return. [[Start your workout|Gym5]] <<elseif $gymquest eq 6>> You see <nicole>Nicole</nicole> talking to the receptionist and she waves at you. You go to the lockers to change into your sportswear and return. [[Start your workout|Gym6]] <<elseif $gymquest eq 7>> You see <nicole>Nicole</nicole> talking to the receptionist and she waves at you. She tells you to come close to her. [[Go to Nicole.|Gym7]] <<elseif $gymquest eq 8>> You see <nicole>Nicole</nicole> talking to the receptionist and she waves at you. She tells you to come close to her. [[Go to Nicole.|Gym8]] <<elseif $gymquest eq 9>> You see <nicole>Nicole</nicole> talking to <lily>Lily</lily> and she waves at you. [[Change into your leggings.|Gym9]] <<elseif $gymquest eq 10>> You talk with the gym secretary and learn <nicole>Nicole</nicole> is having a sick day today. [[Change into your leggings.|Gym10]] <<elseif $gymquest eq 11>> You see <nicole>Nicole</nicole> talking to <lily>Lily</lily> and she waves at you. [[Change into your leggings.|Gym11]] <<elseif $gymquest eq 12>> You arrive at the gym and get ready to work out! [[Change into your leggings.|Gym12]] <<elseif $gymquest eq 13>> You arrive at the gym and you are ready for your yoga class! [[Change into your leggings.|Gym13]] <<elseif $gymquest eq 14>> You arrive at the gym! [[Change into your leggings.|Gym14]] <<elseif $gymquest eq 15>> You arrive at the gym and you are ready for your yoga class! [[Change into your leggings.|Gym15]] <<elseif $gymquest eq 16>> You arrive at the gym! [[Change into your leggings.|Gym16]] <<elseif $gymquest eq 17>> You arrive at the gym and you are ready for your yoga class! [[Change into your leggings.|Gym17]] <<elseif $gymquest eq 18>> You arrive at the gym! [[Change into your leggings.|Gym18]] <<elseif $gymquest eq 19>> You arrive at the gym! [[Change into your leggings.|Gym19]] <</if>><</if>> [[Leave the Gym|City]]

<<nobr>> <div style="text-align:center"><table> <tr> <td>[img[Images/City/Bus Stop.jpg][City]]</td> <td>[img[Images/City/Mall.jpg][Mall]]</td> <td>[img[Images/City/CarDealer.jpg][Car Dealership]]</td> </tr> <tr> <td>[[Go to Home District|City]]</td> <td>[[Go to the Mall|Mall]]</td> <td>[[Go to the UrbanPulse Auto Gallery|Car Dealership]]</td> </tr> <tr> <td><<if $metalexandra gte 1 and $brookequest gte 2>>[img[Images/City/Lobby.jpg][Lobby]]<<else>> <img src="Images/City/LobbyBlur.jpg"><</if>></td> <td><<if $metalexandra eq 2>>[img[Images/City/Penthouse.jpg][Penthouse]]<<elseif $metalexandra lt 2>> <img src="Images/City/PenthouseBlur.jpg"><</if>></td> <td><<if $foundinksteel eq 1>>[img[Images/City/TattooShop.jpg][Ink & Steel]] <<elseif $foundinksteel eq 0>> <img src="Images/City/TattooShopBlur.jpg"><</if>></td> </tr> <tr> <td><<if $metalexandra gte 1 and $brookequest gte 2>>[[Go to Amorous Whims|Lobby]]<<else>> Undiscovered<</if>> </td> <td><<if $metalexandra eq 2>>[[Go to Alexandra's Penthouse|Penthouse]]<<elseif $metalexandra lt 2>>Undiscovered<</if>></td> <td><<if $foundinksteel eq 1>>[[Go to the Ink & Steel Studio|Ink & Steel]]<<elseif $foundinksteel eq 0>>Undiscovered<</if>></td> </tr> </table></div> <</nobr>>

<<if $awquest eq 0>> <mc><i>Wow this hotel looks huge and really luxurious!<<if $brookequest eq 2>>I need to find Alexandra's office.<</if>></i></mc> <<else>><</if>> <<nobr>> <table> <tr> <td>[img[Images/City/Cafe.jpg][AWCafe]]</td> <td>[img[Images/City/Bar.jpg][AWBar]]</td> <td>[img[Images/City/Nightclub.jpg][AWClub]]</td> </tr> <tr> <td>[[Go to Cafe|AWCafe]]</td> <td>[[Go to Restaurant-Bar|AWBar]]</td> <td>[[Go to Nightclub|AWClub]]</td> </tr> <tr> <td><<if $metalexandra gte 1>> [img[Images/City/AlexandraOffice.jpg][AWOffice]] <<elseif $metalexandra eq 0>> <img src="Images/City/AlexandraOfficeBlur.jpg"> <</if>></td> <td><<if $foundprivatefloor eq 1>> [img[Images/City/PrivateFloor.jpg][Private Floor]] <<elseif $foundprivatefloor eq 0>><img src="Images/City/PrivateFloorBlur.jpg"><</if>> </td> <td>[img[Images/City/Downtown.jpg][Downtown Venue]]</td> </tr> <tr> <td><<if $metalexandra gte 1>>[[Go to Alexandra's Office|AWOffice]] <<elseif $metalexandra eq 0>> Undiscovered<</if>> </td> <td><<if $foundprivatefloor eq 1>> [[Go to Private Floor|AWPrivate]]<<elseif $foundprivatefloor eq 0>> Undiscovered<</if>></td> <td>[[Return to Downtown Venue|Downtown Venue]]</td> </tr> </table> <</nobr>>

You have so little <money>income</money> and <money>money</money> you cannot even imagine buying a car! [[Return|Downtown Venue]]

<div style="text-align:center"><table style="width:100%"> <tr> <td>[img[Images/City/Hometown.jpg][Newton Haven]]</td> <td>[img[Images/City/Downtown.jpg][Downtown Venue]]</td> </tr> <tr> <td>[[Go to Hometown|Newton Haven]]</td> <td>[[Go to Downtown Venue|Downtown Venue]]</td> </tr> <tr> <td>[img[Images/City/City.jpg][City]]</td> <td><<if $foundbeach eq 1>>[img[Images/City/Beach.jpg][Beach]]<<elseif $foundbeach eq 0>><img src="Images/City/BeachBlur.jpg"><</if>></td> </tr> <tr> <td>[[Return to Home District|City]]</td> <td><<if $foundbeach eq 1>>[[Go to the Golden Sands Beach|Beach]]<<elseif $foundbeach eq 0>>Undiscovered<</if>> </td> </tr> </table></div>

You have no reason to go back to your hometown for now! It will be added in the future updates! [[Return|Bus Terminal]]

<div style="text-align:center"> [[Return to Downtown|Downtown Venue][$inksteel = "Piercings"]] </div> <<if $inksteel eq "Piercings">> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center"> <tr> <td>[[Piercings|Ink & Steel][$inksteel="Piercings"]]</td> <<if $tattoosunlocked eq 1>><td>[[Tattoos|Ink & Steel][$inksteel="Tattoos"]]</td><</if>> </tr> </table> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center"> <tr> <td>[[Buy new Earrings|Ink & Steel][$inksteel="Earrings"]]</td> <<if $femininity gte 4 and $nosepierced eq 0>><td>[[Get your nose pierced.|Ink & Steel][$inksteel="Nose"]]</td><<elseif $femininity gte 4 and $nosepierced eq 1>><td>[[Buy new Nose Piercings.|Ink & Steel][$inksteel="Nose"]]</td><</if>> </tr> <tr> <<if $gymquest gte 13 and $navelpierced eq 0>><td>[[Get your belly button pierced.|Ink & Steel][$inksteel="Navel"]]</td><<elseif $gymquest gte 13 and $navelpierced eq 1>><td>[[Buy new Navel Piercings.|Ink & Steel][$inksteel="Navel"]] </td><</if>> </tr> </table> <<elseif $inksteel eq "Earrings">> <table style="width:100%"> <<for _a = 0; _a < $inksteelinv.length; _a++>> <<if $inksteelinv[_a].slot == "earring">> <tr> <td style="text-align:center"> <<PiercingImage $inksteelinv[_a].imgname 200>><</PiercingImage>> </td> <td> <b>Name:</b> <<print $inksteelinv[_a].name>><br> <b>Description:</b> <<print $inksteelinv[_a].description>><br> <b><fem>Femininity Req:</fem></b> <<print $inksteelinv[_a].fem>><br> <b><beauty>Beauty Req:</beauty></b> <<print $inksteelinv[_a].beauty>><br> <money><b>Price:</b> <<print $inksteelinv[_a].price>></money><br> <<capture _a>><b>Actions:</b> <<if $money < $inksteelinv[_a].price>> You cannot afford this item! <<elseif $femininity < $inksteelinv[_a].fem>> This is too feminine for you, why would you buy it? <<else>> <<link [[Buy|Ink & Steel]]>><<set $piercinginv.push($inksteelinv[_a])>><<set $money = $money - $inksteelinv[_a].price>><<set $inksteelinv.splice(_a, 1)>> Buy <</link>> <</if>> <</capture>> </td> </tr> <</if>> <</for>> </table> <<elseif $inksteel eq "Nose" and $nosepierced eq 0>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/InkSteel/Katrina.jpg" height=600></div> You settle into the piercing chair, trying to relax as Katrina, the owner of the Ink&Steel prepares the tools. She notices the way your hands are fidgeting in your lap and smirks. There’s a brief sting, sharp but quick, and then it’s over. You barely have time to process it. Now it is time to buy a piercing!<<set $nosepierced to 1>><<set $Jessnosereaction to 0>><<set $Alexandranosereaction to 0>> [[Buy new Nose Piercings.|Ink & Steel][$inksteel="Nose"]] <<elseif $inksteel eq "Nose" and $nosepierced eq 1>> <table style="width:100%"> <<for _a = 0; _a < $inksteelinv.length; _a++>> <<if $inksteelinv[_a].slot == "nose">> <tr> <td style="text-align:center"> <<PiercingImage $inksteelinv[_a].imgname 200>><</PiercingImage>> </td> <td> <b>Name:</b> <<print $inksteelinv[_a].name>><br> <b>Description:</b> <<print $inksteelinv[_a].description>><br> <b><fem>Femininity Req:</fem></b> <<print $inksteelinv[_a].fem>><br> <b><beauty>Beauty Req:</beauty></b> <<print $inksteelinv[_a].beauty>><br> <money><b>Price:</b> <<print $inksteelinv[_a].price>></money><br> <<capture _a>><b>Actions:</b> <<if $money < $inksteelinv[_a].price>> You cannot afford this item! <<elseif $femininity < $inksteelinv[_a].fem>> This is too feminine for you, why would you buy it? <<else>> <<link [[Buy|Ink & Steel]]>><<set $piercinginv.push($inksteelinv[_a])>><<set $money = $money - $inksteelinv[_a].price>><<set $inksteelinv.splice(_a, 1)>> Buy <</link>> <</if>> <</capture>> </td> </tr> <</if>> <</for>> </table> <<elseif $inksteel eq "Navel" and $navelpierced eq 0>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/InkSteel/Katrina2.jpg" height=600></div> You settle into the piercing chair, trying to relax as Katrina, the owner of the Ink&Steel prepares the tools. She notices the way your hands are fidgeting in your lap and smirks. There’s a brief sting, sharp but quick, and then it’s over. You barely have time to process it. Now it is time to buy a piercing!<<set $navelpierced to 1>><<set $Jessnavelreaction to 0>><<set $Alexandranavelreaction to 0>><<set $Andrenavelreaction to 0>> [[Buy new Navel Piercings.|Ink & Steel][$inksteel="Navel"]] <<elseif $inksteel eq "Navel" and $navelpierced eq 1>> <table style="width:100%"> <<for _a = 0; _a < $inksteelinv.length; _a++>> <<if $inksteelinv[_a].slot == "navel">> <tr> <td style="text-align:center"> <<PiercingImage $inksteelinv[_a].imgname 200>><</PiercingImage>> </td> <td> <b>Name:</b> <<print $inksteelinv[_a].name>><br> <b>Description:</b> <<print $inksteelinv[_a].description>><br> <b><fem>Femininity Req:</fem></b> <<print $inksteelinv[_a].fem>><br> <b><beauty>Beauty Req:</beauty></b> <<print $inksteelinv[_a].beauty>><br> <money><b>Price:</b> <<print $inksteelinv[_a].price>></money><br> <<capture _a>><b>Actions:</b> <<if $money < $inksteelinv[_a].price>> You cannot afford this item! <<elseif $femininity < $inksteelinv[_a].fem>> This is too feminine for you, why would you buy it? <<else>> <<link [[Buy|Ink & Steel]]>><<set $piercinginv.push($inksteelinv[_a])>><<set $money = $money - $inksteelinv[_a].price>><<set $inksteelinv.splice(_a, 1)>> Buy <</link>> <</if>> <</capture>> </td> </tr> <</if>> <</for>> </table> <<elseif $inksteel eq "Tattoos">> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center"> <tr> <td>[[Piercings|Ink & Steel][$inksteel="Piercings"]]</td> <td>[[Tattoos|Ink & Steel][$inksteel="Tattoos"]]</td> </tr> </table> <div style="text-align:center"> </div> <</if>> <div style="text-align:center"> [[Return|Ink & Steel][$inksteel = "Piercings"]] </div>

<table style="width:100%"><div style="text-align:center">[[Return to Mall|Mall][$blossomapparel = "Panties"]]</div></table> <table style="width:100%"> <tr> <th>Outerwear</th> </tr> <tr> <td><<link [[Top|Blossom Apparel]]>><<set $blossomapparel to "Top">><</link>></td> <td><<link [[Bottom|Blossom Apparel]]>><<set $blossomapparel to "Bottom">><</link>></td> <td><<link [[Dress|Blossom Apparel]]>><<set $blossomapparel to "Dress">><</link>></td> <td><<link [[Shoes|Blossom Apparel]]>><<set $blossomapparel to "Shoes">><</link>></td> </tr> <tr> <th>Underwear</th> </tr> <tr> <td><<link [[Bras|Blossom Apparel]]>><<set $blossomapparel to "Bras">><</link>></td> <td><<link [[Panties|Blossom Apparel]]>><<set $blossomapparel to "Panties">><</link>></td> <td><<link [[One Piece|Blossom Apparel]]>><<set $blossomapparel to "OnePiece">><</link>></td> <td><<link [[Hosiery|Blossom Apparel]]>><<set $blossomapparel to "Hosiery">><</link>></td> </tr> </table> <<if $blossomapparel eq "Top">> <table style="width:100%"> <<for _a = 0; _a < $BAtop.length; _a++>> <tr> <td> <div style="text-align:center"> <<ClothesImage $BAtop[_a].imgname 200>><</ClothesImage>> </div> </td> <td> <b>Name:</b> <<print $BAtop[_a].name>><br> <b>Description:</b> <<print $BAtop[_a].description>><br> <b><fem>Femininity Req:</fem></b> <<print $BAtop[_a].fem>><br> <b><beauty>Beauty Req:</beauty></b> <<print $BAtop[_a].beauty>><br> <money><b>Price:</b> <<print $BAtop[_a].price>></money><br> <<capture _a>><b>Actions:</b> <<if $money < $BAtop[_a].price>> You cannot afford this item! <<elseif $femininity < $BAtop[_a].fem>> This is too feminine for you, why would you buy it? <<else>> <<link [[Buy|Blossom Apparel]]>><<set $topinv.push($BAtop [_a])>><<set $money = $money - $BAtop[_a].price>><<set $BAtop.splice(_a, 1)>> Buy <</link>> <</if>> <</capture>> </td> </tr> <</for>> </table> <<elseif $blossomapparel eq "Bottom">> <table style="width:100%"> <<for _a = 0; _a < $BAbottom.length; _a++>> <tr> <td> <div style="text-align:center"> <<ClothesImage $BAbottom[_a].imgname 200>><</ClothesImage>> </div> </td> <td> <b>Name:</b> <<print $BAbottom[_a].name>><br> <b>Description:</b> <<print $BAbottom[_a].description>><br> <b><fem>Femininity Req:</fem></b> <<print $BAbottom[_a].fem>><br> <b><beauty>Beauty Req:</beauty></b> <<print $BAbottom[_a].beauty>><br> <money><b>Price:</b> <<print $BAbottom[_a].price>></money><br> <<capture _a>><b>Actions:</b> <<if $money < $BAbottom[_a].price>> You cannot afford this item! <<elseif $femininity < $BAbottom[_a].fem>> This is too feminine for you, why would you buy it? <<else>> <<link [[Buy|Blossom Apparel]]>><<set $bottominv.push($BAbottom [_a])>><<set $money = $money - $BAbottom[_a].price>><<set $BAbottom.splice(_a, 1)>> Buy <</link>> <</if>> <</capture>> </td> </tr> <</for>> </table> <<elseif $blossomapparel eq "Dress">> To be added in future updates! <table style="width:100%"> <<for _a = 0; _a < $BAdress.length; _a++>> <tr> <td> <div style="text-align:center"> <<ClothesImage $BAdress[_a].imgname 200>><</ClothesImage>> </div> </td> <td> <b>Name:</b> <<print $BAdress[_a].name>><br> <b>Description:</b> <<print $BAdress[_a].description>><br> <b><fem>Femininity Req:</fem></b> <<print $BAdress[_a].fem>><br> <b><beauty>Beauty Req:</beauty></b> <<print $BAdress[_a].beauty>><br> <money><b>Price:</b> <<print $BAdress[_a].price>></money><br> <<capture _a>><b>Actions:</b> <<if $money < $BAdress[_a].price>> You cannot afford this item! <<elseif $femininity < $BAdress[_a].fem>> This is too feminine for you, why would you buy it? <<else>> <<link [[Buy|Blossom Apparel]]>><<set $dressinv.push($BAdress [_a])>><<set $money = $money - $BAdress[_a].price>><<set $BAdress.splice(_a, 1)>> Buy <</link>> <</if>> <</capture>> </td> </tr> <</for>> </table> <<elseif $blossomapparel eq "Shoes">> <table style="width:100%"> <<for _a = 0; _a < $BAshoes.length; _a++>> <tr> <td> <div style="text-align:center"> <<ClothesImage $BAshoes[_a].imgname 200>><</ClothesImage>> </div> </td> <td> <b>Name:</b> <<print $BAshoes[_a].name>><br> <b>Description:</b> <<print $BAshoes[_a].description>><br> <b><fem>Femininity Req:</fem></b> <<print $BAshoes[_a].fem>><br> <b><beauty>Beauty Req:</beauty></b> <<print $BAshoes[_a].beauty>><br> <money><b>Price:</b> <<print $BAshoes[_a].price>></money><br> <<capture _a>><b>Actions:</b> <<if $money < $BAshoes[_a].price>> You cannot afford this item! <<elseif $femininity < $BAshoes[_a].fem>> This is too feminine for you, why would you buy it? <<else>> <<link [[Buy|Blossom Apparel]]>><<set $shoesinv.push($BAshoes [_a])>><<set $money = $money - $BAshoes[_a].price>><<set $BAshoes.splice(_a, 1)>> Buy <</link>> <</if>> <</capture>> </td> </tr> <</for>> </table> <<elseif $blossomapparel eq "Bras">> To be added in future updates! <table style="width:100%"> <<for _a = 0; _a < $BAbra.length; _a++>> <tr> <td> <div style="text-align:center"> <<ClothesImage $BAbra[_a].imgname 200>><</ClothesImage>> </div> </td> <td> <b>Name:</b> <<print $BAbra[_a].name>><br> <b>Description:</b> <<print $BAbra[_a].description>><br> <b><fem>Femininity Req:</fem></b> <<print $BAbra[_a].fem>><br> <b><beauty>Beauty Req:</beauty></b> <<print $BAbra[_a].beauty>><br> <money><b>Price:</b> <<print $BAbra[_a].price>></money><br> <<capture _a>><b>Actions:</b> <<if $money < $BAbra[_a].price>> You cannot afford this item! <<elseif $femininity < $BAbra[_a].fem>> This is too feminine for you, why would you buy it? <<else>> <<link [[Buy|Blossom Apparel]]>><<set $brainv.push($BAbra [_a])>><<set $money = $money - $BAbra[_a].price>><<set $BAbra.splice(_a, 1)>> Buy <</link>> <</if>> <</capture>> </td> </tr> <</for>> </table> <<elseif $blossomapparel eq "Panties">> <table style="width:100%"> <<for _a = 0; _a < $BApanties.length; _a++>> <tr> <td> <div style="text-align:center"> <<ClothesImage $BApanties[_a].imgname 200>><</ClothesImage>> </div> </td> <td> <b>Name:</b> <<print $BApanties[_a].name>><br> <b>Description:</b> <<print $BApanties[_a].description>><br> <b><fem>Femininity Req:</fem></b> <<print $BApanties[_a].fem>><br> <b><beauty>Beauty Req:</beauty></b> <<print $BApanties[_a].beauty>><br> <money><b>Price:</b> <<print $BApanties[_a].price>></money><br> <<capture _a>><b>Actions:</b> <<if $money < $BApanties[_a].price>> You cannot afford this item! <<elseif $femininity < $BApanties[_a].fem>> This is too feminine for you, why would you buy it? <<else>> <<link [[Buy|Blossom Apparel]]>><<set $pantiesinv.push($BApanties [_a])>><<set $money = $money - $BApanties[_a].price>><<set $BApanties.splice(_a, 1)>> Buy <</link>> <</if>> <</capture>> </td> </tr> <</for>> </table> <<elseif $blossomapparel eq "OnePiece">> To be added in future updates! <table style="width:100%"> <<for _a = 0; _a < $BAonepiece.length; _a++>> <tr> <td> <div style="text-align:center"> <<ClothesImage $BAonepiece[_a].imgname 200>><</ClothesImage>> </div> </td> <td> <b>Name:</b> <<print $BAonepiece[_a].name>><br> <b>Description:</b> <<print $BAonepiece[_a].description>><br> <b><fem>Femininity Req:</fem></b> <<print $BAonepiece[_a].fem>><br> <b><beauty>Beauty Req:</beauty></b> <<print $BAonepiece[_a].beauty>><br> <money><b>Price:</b> <<print $BAonepiece[_a].price>></money><br> <<capture _a>><b>Actions:</b> <<if $money < $BAonepiece[_a].price>> You cannot afford this item! <<elseif $femininity < $BAonepiece[_a].fem>> This is too feminine for you, why would you buy it? <<else>> <<link [[Buy|Blossom Apparel]]>><<set $onepieceinv.push($BAonepiece [_a])>><<set $money = $money - $BAonepiece[_a].price>><<set $BAonepiece.splice(_a, 1)>> Buy <</link>> <</if>> <</capture>> </td> </tr> <</for>> </table> <<elseif $blossomapparel eq "Hosiery">> <table style="width:100%"> <<for _a = 0; _a < $BAhosiery.length; _a++>> <tr> <td> <div style="text-align:center"> <<ClothesImage $BAhosiery[_a].imgname 200>><</ClothesImage>> </div> </td> <td> <b>Name:</b> <<print $BAhosiery[_a].name>><br> <b>Description:</b> <<print $BAhosiery[_a].description>><br> <b><fem>Femininity Req:</fem></b> <<print $BAhosiery[_a].fem>><br> <b><beauty>Beauty Req:</beauty></b> <<print $BAhosiery[_a].beauty>><br> <money><b>Price:</b> <<print $BAhosiery[_a].price>></money><br> <<capture _a>><b>Actions:</b> <<if $money < $BAhosiery[_a].price>> You cannot afford this item! <<elseif $femininity < $BAhosiery[_a].fem>> This is too feminine for you, why would you buy it? <<else>> <<link [[Buy|Blossom Apparel]]>><<set $hosieryinv.push($BAhosiery [_a])>><<set $money = $money - $BAhosiery[_a].price>><<set $BAhosiery.splice(_a, 1)>> Buy <</link>> <</if>> <</capture>> </td> </tr> <</for>> </table> <</if>> <table style="width:100%"><div style="text-align:center">[[Return to Mall|Mall][$blossomapparel = "Panties"]]</div></table>

<<if $sidemenu eq 0>> [[Appearance][$sidemenu=1]] [[Check your Phone|Phone][$sidemenu=1]] <<elseif $sidemenu eq 1>> <</if>>

<<nobr>> <<if $clothingtable eq "Outerwear">> <table style="width:100%"> <tr> <td><div style="text-align:center"><b>Outerwear</b></div></td> <td><div style="text-align:center">[[Underwear|Appearance][$clothingtable="Underwear"]]</div></td> </tr> </table> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;"> <tr> <td><b>Top Outerwear</b></td> <td><b>Bottom Outerwear</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td> <<ClothesImage $topimgname 200>><</ClothesImage>><br> Name: <<print $top>><br> <beauty>Beauty: <<print $topbeauty>></beauty> </td> <td> <<ClothesImage $bottomimgname 200>><</ClothesImage>><br> Name: <<print $bottom>><br> <beauty>Beauty: <<print $bottombeauty>></beauty> </td> </tr> <tr> <<if $dressunlocked eq 1>><td><b>Dress</b></td><<else>><</if>> <td><b>Shoes</b></td> </tr> <tr> <<if $dressunlocked eq 1>><td> <<ClothesImage $dressimgname 200>><</ClothesImage>><br> Name: <<print $dress>><br> <beauty>Beauty: <<print $dressbeauty>></beauty> </td><<elseif $dressunlocked eq 0>><</if>> <td> <<ClothesImage $shoesimgname 200>><</ClothesImage>><br> Name: <<print $shoes>><br> <beauty>Beauty: <<print $shoesbeauty>></beauty> </td> </tr> </table> <<elseif $clothingtable eq "Underwear">> <table style="width:100%"> <tr> <td><div style="text-align:center">[[Outerwear|Appearance][$clothingtable="Outerwear"]]</div></td> <td><div style="text-align:center"><b>Underwear</b></div></td> </tr> </table> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;"> <tr> <<if $brasunlocked eq 1>> <td><b>Top Underwear</b></td> <</if>> <td><b>Bottom Underwear</b></td> </tr> <tr> <<if $brasunlocked eq 1>> <td> <<ClothesImage $braimgname 200>><</ClothesImage>><br> Name: <<print $bra>><br> <beauty>Beauty: <<print $brabeauty>></beauty> </td> <</if>> <td> <<ClothesImage $pantiesimgname 200>><</ClothesImage>><br> Name: <<print $panties>><br> <beauty>Beauty: <<print $pantiesbeauty>></beauty> </td> </tr> <tr> <<if $onepieceunlocked eq 1>> <td><b>One Piece Underwear</b></td> <</if>> <td><b>Hosiery</b></td> </tr> <tr> <<if $onepieceunlocked eq 1>> <td> <<ClothesImage $onepieceimgname 200>><</ClothesImage>><br> Name: <<print $onepiece>><br> <beauty>Item Beauty: <<print $onepiecebeauty>></beauty> </td> <</if>> <td> <<ClothesImage $hosieryimgname 200>><</ClothesImage>><br> Name: <<print $hosiery>><br> <beauty>Beauty: <<print $hosierybeauty>></beauty> </td> </tr> </table> <</if>> <<link "Return" `previous()`>> <<set $clothingtable to "Outerwear">> <<set $sidemenu to 0>> <</link>> <</nobr>>

[[Schedule And Tips]] (Spoiler Warning!) [[Contacts]] <<if $alreadysocmed eq 1>> You have spent too much time on social media today! <<elseif $alreadysocmed eq 0>> [[Swiftgram]] <</if>> <<if $brookequest gte 5>>[[NaughtyFans][$naughtyfans="Main"]]<<else>><</if>> <<link [[Close Phone|$return]]>><<set $sidemenu to 0>><<set $swiftgram to "Main">><</link>>

<<widget "TimeDay">> <<if $time is 1>> <<set $timename = "Morning">> <<elseif $time is 2>> <<set $timename = "Evening">> <<elseif $time is 3>> <<set $timename = "Night">> <<elseif $time gte 4>> <<set $time = 1>> <<set $timename = "Morning">> <<set $daynumber += 1>> <<set $day += 1>> <</if>> <<if $day eq 1>> <<set $dayname = "Monday">> <<elseif $day is 2>> <<set $dayname = "Tuesday">> <<elseif $day is 3>> <<set $dayname = "Wednesday">> <<elseif $day is 4>> <<set $dayname = "Thursday">> <<elseif $day is 5>> <<set $dayname = "Friday">> <<elseif $day is 6>> <<set $dayname = "Saturday">> <<elseif $day is 7>> <<set $dayname = "Sunday">> <<elseif $day gte 8>> <<set $day = 1>> <<set $dayname = "Monday">> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget "FemininityIncrease">> <<set $femininity += $args[0]>> Your <fem><b>femininity</b></fem> increased by $args[0]. Your <fem><b>femininity</b></fem> is now <fem><b>$femininity.</b></fem>. <</widget>> <<widget "BisexualityIncrease">> <<set $bisexuality += $args[0]>> Your <bisex><b>bisexuality</b></bisex> increased by $args[0]. Your <bisex><b>bisexuality</b></bisex> is now <bisex><b>$bisexuality</b></bisex>. <</widget>> <<widget "AlexandraLove">> <<set $AlexandraLove += $args[0]>> You gained an <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> love point. It is now <alexandra>$AlexandraLove</alexandra>. <</widget>> <<widget "JessicaLove">> <<set $JessicaLove += $args[0]>> You gained a <jessica>Jessica</jessica> love point. It is now <jessica>$JessicaLove</jessica>. <</widget>> <<widget "JiaLove">> <<set $JiaLove += $args[0]>> You gained a <jia>Jia</jia> love point. It is now <jia>$JiaLove</jia>. <</widget>> <<widget "LiyaLove">> <<set $LiyaLove += $args[0]>> You gained a <liya>Liya</liya> love point. It is now <liya>$LiyaLove</liya>. <</widget>> <<widget "AndreLove">> <<set $AndreLove += $args[0]>> You gained a <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> love point. It is now <andre> $AndreLove</andre>. <</widget>> <<widget "EthanLove">> <<set $EthanLove += $args[0]>> You gained an <ethan>Ethan</ethan> love point. It is now <ethan>$EthanLove</ethan>. <</widget>> <<widget "BrookeLove">> <<set $BrookeLove += $args[0]>> You gained a <brooke>Brooke</brooke> love point. It is now <brooke>$BrookeLove</brooke>. <</widget>> <<widget "Beauty">> <<set $beauty = $topbeauty + $bottombeauty + $dressbeauty + $shoesbeauty + $pantiesbeauty + $brabeauty + $onepiecebeauty + $hosierybeauty + $facebeauty + $lipsbeauty + $waistbeauty + $chestbeauty + $assbeauty + $legsbeauty + $fingersbeauty + $earringbeauty + $nosepiercingbeauty + $tonguepiercingbeauty + $lipspiercingbeauty + $nipplepiercingbeauty + $navelpiercingbeauty + $venuspiercingbeauty>> <</widget>> <<widget "Stress">> <<if $stress lt 0>> <<set $stress to 0>> <<elseif $stress gt 100>> <<set $stress to 100>><</if>> <<if $stress lte 10>> <<set $stresslevel = 0>> <<elseif $stress gt 10 and $stress lte 20>> <<set $stresslevel = 1>> <<elseif $stress gt 20 and $stress lte 30>> <<set $stresslevel = 2>> <<elseif $stress gt 30 and $stress lte 40>> <<set $stresslevel = 3>> <<elseif $stress gt 40 and $stress lte 50>> <<set $stresslevel = 4>> <<elseif $stress gt 50 and $stress lte 60>> <<set $stresslevel = 5>> <<elseif $stress gt 60 and $stress lte 70>> <<set $stresslevel = 6>> <<elseif $stress gt 70 and $stress lte 80>> <<set $stresslevel = 7>> <<elseif $stress gt 80 and $stress lte 90>> <<set $stresslevel = 8>> <<elseif $stress gt 90 and $stress lte 100>> <<set $stresslevel = 9>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget "Arousal">> <<if $arousal lt $minarousal>> <<set $arousal to $minarousal>><</if>> <<if $arousal gte 100>> <<set $arousal to 100>><</if>> <</widget>> <<widget "Arousalincrease">> <<set $arousal += $args[0]>> <div style="text-align:center">Your <cor><b>arousal</b></cor> increased by $args[0].</div> <</widget>> <<widget "WearDress">> <<set $top to "None">> <<set $topbeauty to 0>> <<set $topimgname to "NoTop">> <<set $bottom to "None">> <<set $bottombeauty to 0>> <<set $bottomimgname to "NoPants">> <</widget>> <<widget "WearOutfit">> <<set $dress to "None">> <<set $dressbeauty to 0>> <<set $dressimgname to "NoDress">> <</widget>>

<div style="text-align:center"><b>Blossoming Journey</b> by <b>Atta</b></div> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/BlossomingJourney.jpg" height=200></div> Day: $daynumber <b>It is $dayname $timename</b> <b><money>Money: $money</money></b> <b><cor>Arousal: $arousal/100</cor></b> <b><stress>Stress Level: $stresslevel/9</stress></b> <b><beauty>Beauty: $beauty</beauty></b> <b><fem>Femininity: $femininity</fem></b> <b><bisex>Bisexuality: $bisexuality</bisex></b>

<<if $alexandraquest eq 4 and $day eq 4 and $time eq 3 and $gymquest eq 14 >> [[Go up to Alexandra's Penthouse.|AlexandraMeet4]] <<elseif $alexandraquest eq 6 and $day eq 6 and $time eq 3 and $awquest eq 16>> [[Go up to Alexandra's Penthouse.|AlexandraMeet7]] <<else>> <mc><i>I have no business here.</i></mc> <</if>> [[Return to Downtown.|Downtown Venue]]

<<Arousalincrease 40>><<Arousal>> <<set $solopornset = [1, 2, 3]>>\ \ <<set $solopornchoice = $solopornset.pluck()>>\ \ <<if $solopornchoice eq 1>> <video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Laptop/JenniferPorn.mp4"/> Jennifer twerking her bubble butt in the skimpy outfit makes your dick rock hard in seconds. <</if>>\ \ <<if $solopornchoice eq 2>> <video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Laptop/JenniferPorn2.mp4"/> Jennifer's jiggling curves in her micro bikini make your dick rock hard in seconds. <</if>>\ \ <<if $solopornchoice eq 3>> <video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Laptop/JenniferPorn3.mp4"/> Jennifer twerking her bubble butt in the skimpy outfit makes your dick rock hard in seconds. <</if>> <<linkreplace "Masturbate">><<silently>><<set $arousal -=90>><<Arousal>><</silently>> You cum! <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/MCCums.jpg"></div> [[Return|Laptop]]<<set $alreadymasturbated to 1>><<set $laptoppsg to "Main">><</linkreplace>>

<<Arousalincrease 55>><<Arousal>> <<set $vanillapornset = [1, 2, 3]>>\ \ <<set $vanillapornchoice = $vanillapornset.pluck()>>\ \ <<if $vanillapornchoice eq 1>> <video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Laptop/JenniferPorn4.mp4"/> It is clear she loves being fucked roughly and that spank puts her in her place. <</if>>\ \ <<if $vanillapornchoice eq 2>> <video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Laptop/JenniferPorn5.mp4"/> You wish you could suck her jiggling tits as you fuck her. <</if>>\ \ <<if $vanillapornchoice eq 3>> <video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Laptop/JenniferPorn6.mp4"/> Jennifer worshipping that cock with a full facial makes your dick rock hard in seconds. <</if>> <<linkreplace "Masturbate">><<silently>><<set $arousal -=90>><<Arousal>><</silently>> You cum! <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/MCCums.jpg"></div> [[Return|Laptop]]<<set $alreadymasturbated to 1>><<set $laptoppsg to "Main">><</linkreplace>>

<<Arousalincrease 60>><<Arousal>> <<set $analpornset = [1, 2, 3]>>\ \ <<set $analpornchoice = $analpornset.pluck()>>\ \ <<if $analpornchoice eq 1>> <video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Laptop/JenniferPorn7.mp4"/> Her ass looks so tight from this angle! This position makes your dick rock hard in seconds. <</if>>\ \ <<if $analpornchoice eq 2>> <video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Laptop/JenniferPorn8.mp4"/> "<i><mc>Such a lucky bastard!</mc></i>" you think as you imagine how good it would feel to fuck her ass! <</if>>\ \ <<if $analpornchoice eq 3>> <video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Laptop/JenniferPorn9.mp4"/> Seeing Jennifer's pussy move with every pump makes your dick rock hard in seconds. <</if>> <<linkreplace "Masturbate">><<silently>><<set $arousal -=90>><<Arousal>><</silently>> You cum! <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/MCCums.jpg"></div> [[Return|Laptop]]<<set $alreadymasturbated to 1>><<set $laptoppsg to "Main">><</linkreplace>>

<<Arousalincrease 70>><<Arousal>> <<set $gangbangpornset = [1, 2, 3]>>\ \ <<set $gangbangpornchoice = $gangbangpornset.pluck()>>\ \ <<if $gangbangpornchoice eq 1>> <video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Laptop/JenniferPorn13.mp4"/> <mc><i>I wish I could join the guys to fuck her for a round</i></mc> <</if>>\ \ <<if $gangbangpornchoice eq 2>> <video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Laptop/JenniferPorn14.mp4"/> Seeing her double penetrated makes your dick rock hard in seconds. <</if>>\ \ <<if $gangbangpornchoice eq 3>> <video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Laptop/JenniferPorn15.mp4"/> Seeing her double penetrated makes your dick rock hard in seconds. <</if>> <<linkreplace "Masturbate">><<silently>><<set $arousal -=90>><<Arousal>><</silently>> You cum! <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/MCCums.jpg"></div> [[Return|Laptop]]<<set $alreadymasturbated to 1>><<set $laptoppsg to "Main">><</linkreplace>>

<<Arousalincrease 80>><<Arousal>> <<set $interracialpornset = [1, 2, 3]>>\ \ <<set $interracialpornchoice = $interracialpornset.pluck()>>\ \ <<if $interracialpornchoice eq 1>> <video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Laptop/JenniferPorn10.mp4"/> <</if>>\ \ <<if $interracialpornchoice eq 2>> <video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Laptop/JenniferPorn11.mp4"/> <</if>>\ \ <<if $interracialpornchoice eq 3>> <video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Laptop/JenniferPorn12.mp4"/> <</if>> <<linkreplace "Masturbate">><<silently>><<set $arousal -=90>><<set $arousal +=15>><<Arousal>><</silently>> You cum! <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/MCCums.jpg"></div> [[Return|Laptop]]<<set $alreadymasturbated to 1>><<set $laptoppsg to "Main">><</linkreplace>>

<<Arousalincrease 90>><<Arousal>> <<set $irgangbangpornset = [1, 2, 3]>>\\ <<set $irgangbangpornchoice = $irgangbangpornset.pluck()>>\ \ <<if $irgangbangpornchoice eq 1>> <video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Laptop/JenniferPorn16.mp4"/> <</if>>\ \ <<if $irgangbangpornchoice eq 2>> <video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Laptop/JenniferPorn17.mp4"/> <</if>>\ \ <<if $irgangbangpornchoice eq 3>> <video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Laptop/JenniferPorn18.mp4"/> <</if>> <<linkreplace "Masturbate">><<silently>><<set $arousal -=90>><<set $arousal +=15>><<Arousal>><</silently>> You cum! <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/MCCums.jpg"></div> [[Return|Laptop]]<<set $alreadymasturbated to 1>><<set $laptoppsg to "Main">><</linkreplace>>

<<if $swiftgram eq "Main" and $alreadysocmed eq 0>> <<link [[Check your Feed|Swiftgram]]>><<set $swiftgram to "Feed">>><</link>>(This action doesn't advance time!) <<if $brookequest gte 1>> [[Check Brooke's profile|Swiftgram][$swiftgram= "Brooke"]](This action doesn't advance time!) <</if>> <<if $discnicola eq 1>> [[Check Nicola's profile|Swiftgram][$swiftgram= "Nicola"]](This action doesn't advance time!) <<elseif $discnicola eq 0>><</if>> <<if $discsydney eq 1>> [[Check Sydney's profile|Swiftgram][$swiftgram= "Sydney"]](This action doesn't advance time!) <<elseif $discsydney eq 0>><</if>> <<if $discmia eq 1>> [[Check Mia's profile|Swiftgram][$swiftgram= "Mia"]](This action doesn't advance time!)<<elseif $discmia eq 0>><</if>> <<if $claraquest gte 8>> [[Check Darius' profile|Swiftgram][$swiftgram= "Darius"]](This action doesn't advance time!)<</if>> [[Close Swiftgram|Phone]] <<elseif $swiftgram eq "Main" and $alreadysocmed eq 1>> You have spent too much time on social media today! [[Close Swiftgram|Phone]] <</if>> <<if $swiftgram eq "Feed">> <<set $swiftgramfeedchoice = $swiftgramfeedset.pluck()>> <<if $swiftgramfeedchoice eq 1>> <img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Feed/Alla.jpg" width=600><<set $arousal +=10>><<Arousal>> <mc><i>Damn, think of the possibilities!</i></mc> <<elseif $swiftgramfeedchoice eq 2>> <img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Feed/Alla2.jpg" width=600><<set $arousal +=5>><<Arousal>> <mc><i>If only she showed more cleavage.</i></mc> <<elseif $swiftgramfeedchoice eq 3>> <img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Feed/Alla3.jpg" width=600><<set $arousal +=15>><<Arousal>> <mc><i>Wow, she is such a tease.</i></mc> <<elseif $swiftgramfeedchoice eq 4>> <img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Feed/Alla4.jpg" width=600><<set $arousal +=10>><<Arousal>> <mc><i><<if $femininity gte 6>>She’s so adorable and sexy! I wish I could pull off a dress like that…<<else>>How can she be so cute and sexy?<</if>></i></mc> <<elseif $swiftgramfeedchoice eq 5>> <img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Feed/Alla5.jpg" width=600><<set $arousal +=10>><<Arousal>> <mc><i><<if $femininity gte 6>>Wow, lucky girl! Maybe I’ll be spoiled like that someday, too!<<else>>I am sure she didn't need to work hard to get that car gift. Sexy girls are too lucky.<</if>></i></mc> <<elseif $swiftgramfeedchoice eq 6>> <<set $discnicola to 1>> <img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Feed/Nicola.jpg" width=600><<set $arousal +=5>><<Arousal>> <mc><i>Her eyes are dreamy...</i></mc> <<elseif $swiftgramfeedchoice eq 7>> <<set $discnicola to 1>> <img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Feed/Nicola2.jpg" width=600><<set $arousal +=15>><<Arousal>> <mc><i><<if $femininity gte 6>>I wish I was this sexy...<<else>>How can she be so cute and sexy?<</if>></i></mc> <<elseif $swiftgramfeedchoice eq 8>> <<set $discnicola to 1>> <img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Feed/Nicola3.jpg" width=600><<set $arousal +=5>><<Arousal>> <mc><i>Ohh, I wish she did show her belly more.</i></mc> <<elseif $swiftgramfeedchoice eq 9>> <<set $discnicola to 1>> <img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Feed/Nicola4.jpg" width=600><<set $arousal +=20>><<Arousal>> <mc><i><<if $femininity gte 6>>I wish I could be her photographer!<<else>>WOW! Her photographer must be so lucky.<</if>></i></mc> <<elseif $swiftgramfeedchoice eq 10>> <<set $discnicola to 1>> <img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Feed/Nicola5.jpg" width=600> <mc><i>Oh, how I would bury my face in that ass.</i></mc><<set $arousal +=20>><<Arousal>> <<elseif $swiftgramfeedchoice eq 11>> <img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Feed/Irene.jpg" width=600> <mc><i>I would let this vampire suck me dry!</i></mc><<set $arousal +=20>><<Arousal>> <<elseif $swiftgramfeedchoice eq 12>> <img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Feed/Irene2.jpg" width=600> <mc><i><<if $femininity gte 6>>She’s absolutely stunning! How can I make my hair this pretty?<<else>>It is unfair some people are so attractive.<</if>></i></mc> <<elseif $swiftgramfeedchoice eq 13>> <img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Feed/Irene3.jpg" width=600><<set $arousal +=10>><<Arousal>> <mc><i>I love her cosplays so much.</i></mc> <<elseif $swiftgramfeedchoice eq 14>> <img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Feed/Irene4.jpg" width=600><<set $arousal +=20>><<Arousal>> <mc><i>I would like to peel those off with my teeth!</i></mc> <<elseif $swiftgramfeedchoice eq 15>> <img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Feed/Irene5.jpg" width=600><<set $arousal +=5>><<Arousal>> <mc><i>She is teasing with those pokies even when she is fully dressed.</i></mc> <<elseif $swiftgramfeedchoice eq 16>> <img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Feed/Mary.jpg" width=600><<set $arousal +=10>><<Arousal>> <mc><i>I would love to motorboat those titties!</i></mc> <<elseif $swiftgramfeedchoice eq 17>> <img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Feed/Mary2.jpg" width=600><<set $arousal +=5>><<Arousal>> <mc><i>That outfit must be turning heads wherever she walks.</i></mc> <<elseif $swiftgramfeedchoice eq 18>> <img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Feed/Mary3.jpg" width=600><<set $arousal +=10>><<Arousal>> <mc><i><<if $femininity gte 6>>Would playing tennis make my look butt better?<<else>>I should workout more to be around girls like her.<</if>></i></mc> <<elseif $swiftgramfeedchoice eq 19>> <img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Feed/Mary4.jpg" width=600><<set $arousal +=20>><<Arousal>> <mc><i>WOW! Look at these curves!</i></mc> <<elseif $swiftgramfeedchoice eq 20>> <img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Feed/Mary5.jpg" width=600><<set $arousal +=20>><<Arousal>> <mc><i>I should visit the beach more.</i></mc> <<elseif $swiftgramfeedchoice eq 21>> <img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Feed/Cute2.jpg" width=600><<set $stress -=5>><<Stress>> <mc><i>Awww! Such a cute puppy!</i></mc> <<elseif $swiftgramfeedchoice eq 22>> <img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Feed/Meme.webp" width=600><<set $stress -=5>><<Stress>> <mc><i>I would hate to be in his shoes.</i></mc> <<elseif $swiftgramfeedchoice eq 23>> <img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Feed/Meme2.webp" width=600><<set $stress +=5>><<Stress>> <mc><i>Well, this sure wasn't encouraging.</i></mc> <<elseif $swiftgramfeedchoice eq 24>> <img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Feed/Meme3.webp" width=600><<set $stress -=5>><<Stress>> <mc><i>I hate needing to use cars and busses to get around town.</i></mc> <<elseif $swiftgramfeedchoice eq 25>> <img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Feed/Cute.webp" width=600><<set $stress -=5>><<Stress>> <mc><i>Aww such a cute fox!</i></mc> <</if>> <<link [[Return|Phone][$swiftgram="Main"]]>><<set $alreadysocmed to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $swiftgram eq "Brooke">> <<if $brookequest gte 1>> <<link [[Return|Phone][$swiftgram="Main"]]>><<set $alreadysocmed to 1>><</link>> <img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Profiles/Brooke1.jpg" height=500> <mc><i>She really looks cute here.</i></mc> <img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Profiles/Brooke2.jpg" height=500> <mc><i>She really has grown into a pretty woman.</i></mc> <img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Profiles/Brooke3.jpg" height=500> <mc><i>Wow! I can see why this picture gathered a huge following. Who is that guy in the background, I bet he is her boyfriend.</i></mc> <</if>> <<if $brookequest gte 2>> <img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Profiles/Brooke4.jpg" height=500> <mc><i>She is naughty to show her camel toe like this.</i></mc> <img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Profiles/Brooke5.jpg" height=500> <mc><i>Ah, my photo. Really shows her figure well.</i></mc> <img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Profiles/Brooke6.jpg" height=500> <mc><i>Can't believe we did this shoot together. Her back really looks good...</i></mc><</if>> <<if $brookequest gte 4>> <img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Profiles/Brooke8.jpg" height=500> <mc><i>Ah, my photo. Really shows off her legs.</i></mc> <img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Profiles/Brooke7.jpg" height=500> <mc><i>Well she was right, pinching her nipples increased the likes and comments a lot!</i></mc><</if>> <<elseif $swiftgram eq "Sydney">> <<link [[Return|Phone][$swiftgram="Main"]]>><<set $alreadysocmed to 1>><</link>> You check the Swiftgram profile of the actress Sydney, you discovered her beauty on TV. <img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Profiles/Sweeney.webp" height=400><<set $arousal +=15>><<Arousal>> <img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Profiles/Sweeney2.webp" height=400> <img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Profiles/Sweeney3.webp" height=400> <img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Profiles/Sweeney4.webp" height=400> <img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Profiles/Sweeney5.webp" height=400> <img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Profiles/Sweeney6.jpg" height=400> <<elseif $swiftgram eq "Nicola">> <<link [[Return|Phone][$swiftgram="Main"]]>><<set $alreadysocmed to 1>><</link>> You check the Swiftgram profile of the model Nicola, you discovered her beauty on your Swiftgram feed. <img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Profiles/Nicola6.webp" height=400><<set $arousal +=15>><<Arousal>> <img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Profiles/Nicola7.webp" height=400> <img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Profiles/Nicola8.webp" height=400> <img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Profiles/Nicola9.webp" height=400> <img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Profiles/Nicola10.jpg" height=400> <<elseif $swiftgram eq "Mia">> <<link [[Return|Phone][$swiftgram="Main"]]>><<set $alreadysocmed to 1>><</link>> You check the Swiftgram profile of the Vixen model Mia, you and the world discovered her beauty thanks to the Photo Club of Ethan Sterling.<<set $arousal +=15>><<Arousal>> <img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Mia3.jpg" height=400> <mc><i>Hottt! What a sexy tease!</i></mc> <img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Mia2.jpg" height=400> <mc><i>She is indeed such a vixen...</i></mc> <img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Mia5.jpg" height=400> In the comments you see Mia got this car as a birthday present, by being the model of the year in the Vixen group. <mc><i><<if $femininity gte 6>>She must have worked so much to become the model of the year.<<else>>Damn, lucky girl got rich by only being pretty. Such an unfair world.<</if>></i></mc> <img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Mia6.jpg" height=400> <mc><i>I wish I could motorboat those tits...</i></mc> <<elseif $swiftgram eq "Darius">> <<link [[Return|Phone][$swiftgram="Main"]]>><<set $alreadysocmed to 1>><</link>> <img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Profiles/Darius1.jpg" height=500> <mc><i>He really has a huge bulge...</i></mc> <img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Profiles/Darius2.jpg" height=500> <mc><i>He looks so imposing next to the baddie...</i></mc> <img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Profiles/Darius4.jpg" height=300> <mc><i>He looks like a warrior of legends...</i></mc> <</if>>

[[Return|Phone][$naughtyfans="Main"]] <<if $naughtyfans eq "Main">> [[Check Jennifer's page|NaughtyFans][$naughtyfans="Jennifer"]] <<if $NFMary eq 0>><<link[[Buy subscription for Mary's NaughtyFans.|NaughtyFans]]>><<set $naughtyfans to "Mary">><<set $upkeep +=5>><<set $NFMary to 1>><</link>> It will increase your weekly upkeep by <money>$5</money>! <<elseif $NFMary eq 1>>[[Go to Mary's page|NaughtyFans][$naughtyfans="Mary"]]<</if>> <<if $NFCristy eq 0>><<link[[Buy subscription for Cristy's NaughtyFans.|NaughtyFans]]>><<set $upkeep +=5>><<set $NFCristy to 1>><<set $naughtyfans to "Cristy">><</link>>It will increase your weekly upkeep by <money>$5</money>! <<elseif $NFCristy eq 1>>[[Go to Cristy's page|NaughtyFans][$naughtyfans="Cristy"]]<</if>> <<elseif $naughtyfans eq "Jennifer">> [[Return to Main Page of NaughtyFans.|NaughtyFans][$naughtyfans="Main"]] <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/NaughtyFans/JenniferNaughty5.jpg" width=500></div> <i>"Those hands holding perfection... I can’t breathe, Jennifer. You're unreal!" "You just redefined temptation, and I’m a very willing sinner. 😈🔥" "I didn’t think it was possible to be this obsessed... yet here I am, lost in this picture."</i> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/NaughtyFans/JenniferNaughty3.jpg" width=500></div> <i>"This should be illegal—too hot for the human eye. You’re a goddess!" "The garter, the spread, THAT look... Jennifer, my willpower is nonexistent now. 🔥🥵" "You could ruin lives with this photo, babe. I’m already a goner."</i> <<if $daynumber gte 40>><div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/NaughtyFans/JenniferNaughty.jpg" width=500></div><</if>> <i>"I swear your body was carved by the gods. 🔥 Absolute perfection!" "How do you keep getting hotter?! Every upload is a masterpiece 😍" "Jennifer, you're the reason I log in every day. NEVER stop being this sexy, queen! 👑"</i> <<if $daynumber gte 50>><div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/NaughtyFans/JenniferNaughty4.jpg" width=500></div> <i>"You're glistening like a goddess fresh out of paradise. I need a cold shower now. 💦" "The pool’s lucky to have touched that body. Jennifer, you're driving me WILD." "Wet and wild? You just unlocked my ultimate fantasy. 🔥"</i> <</if>> <<if $daynumber gte 60>><div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/NaughtyFans/JenniferNaughty2.jpg" width=500></div> <i>"The way your fingers hover there... you're teasing us to the brink of insanity. 😫🔥" "That lingerie is doing the Lord’s work, but your body steals the show. Damn." "Hands down (literally) the most erotic thing I’ve seen today. You're driving me crazy!"</i> <</if>> <<if $jenniferdariusvid eq 0>><<link[[Buy Jennifer's exclusive video with a local rapper!|NaughtyFans]]>><<set $jenniferdariusvid to 1>><<set $naughtyfans to "JenniferDarius">><<set $money -=25>><</link>>The cost of the video is <money>$25</money>. <<elseif $jenniferdariusvid eq 1>><<link[[Watch Jennifer's exclusive video with Darius.|NaughtyFans]]>><<set $naughtyfans to "JenniferDarius">><</link>><</if>> <<elseif $naughtyfans eq "JenniferDarius">> [[Return to Main Page of NaughtyFans.|NaughtyFans][$naughtyfans="Main"]] <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Phone/NaughtyFans/JenniferNaughty2.mp4"/> <video loop autoplay src="Images/Phone/NaughtyFans/JenniferNaughty3.mp4"/> <video loop autoplay src="Images/Phone/NaughtyFans/JenniferNaughty4.mp4"/> <video loop autoplay src="Images/Phone/NaughtyFans/JenniferNaughty.mp4"/></div> <<elseif $naughtyfans eq "Mary">> [[Return to Main Page of NaughtyFans.|NaughtyFans][$naughtyfans="Main"]] <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/NaughtyFans/MaryNaughty.jpg" width=500></div> <i>"That bikini is holding on for dear life, and I can’t blame it. Absolute perfection 🍑🔥." "Sunshine, curves, and pure temptation. Mary, you're a walking fantasy 😍." "How is it possible to have the best view from both angles? Ass and cleavage? Insane!"</i> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/NaughtyFans/MaryNaughty2.jpg" width=500></div> <i>"I wish I could be sand right now. 🔥🔥🔥" "Beach days hit different when you're the main attraction 😍." "Those fire emojis are doing God's work, but DAMN, you're the real fire! 🔥"</i> <<if $daynumber gte 35>><div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/NaughtyFans/MaryNaughty8.png" width=500></div> <i>"The pink garter is cute, but let’s be honest—you're the whole damn show. 🔥" "One hand’s not enough to cover that perfection, Mary. Please don’t even try next time 😍." "This pic broke my brain... gorgeous beyond words!"</i> <</if>> <<if $daynumber gte 42>><div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/NaughtyFans/MaryNaughty10.jpg" width=500></div> <i>"This should be illegal. That thong is holding on for dear life, and so am I. 🔥" "That little star emoji is the MVP, but we both know it’s fighting a losing battle! 😍" "Ultimate tease unlocked. I swear I almost dropped my phone."</i> <</if>> <<if $daynumber gte 50>><div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/NaughtyFans/MaryNaughty3.jpg" width=500></div> <i>"The art of the tease has a new master—her name is Mary. 😫🔥" "You’ve got me staring at this like it’s a puzzle I HAVE to solve. Perfection!" "The ultimate tease. I’m sweating trying to fill in the blanks here. 🥵"</i> <</if>> <<if $daynumber gte 60>><div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/NaughtyFans/MaryNaughty4.jpg" width=500></div> <i>"Blurred but beautiful. This is a whole fantasy, Mary. 😍" "Who knew steamy shower pics could get me THIS hot and bothered? 🥵" "The glass might be foggy, but my imagination is crystal clear. 😏"</i><</if>> <<elseif $naughtyfans eq "Cristy">> [[Return to Main Page of NaughtyFans.|NaughtyFans][$naughtyfans="Main"]] <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/NaughtyFans/CristyNaughty8.jpg" width=500></div> <i>"Those brown eyes AND that cleavage? Straight-up goddess vibes 😍🔥." "Blue looks so perfect on you, but honestly, you'd slay in any color!" "Cleavage that could stop traffic. You're making my day way better, Cristy 😫."</i> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/NaughtyFans/CristyNaughty2.jpg" width=500></div> <i>"The ‘innocent’ look is cute, but let’s be real—you're deadly with those curves 😍." "Gray looks way sexier than it should when it's on you! Unreal 🔥." "Hands behind your back like you're about to steal every guy's soul! Damn, Cristy!"</i> <<if $daynumber gte 35>><div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/NaughtyFans/CristyNaughty3.jpg" width=500></div> <i>"This is casual? My heart can't handle your definition of casual 😍." "Legs for days, curves for eternity. You're breaking the internet, Cristy 🔥." "That leotard is working overtime, and I’m grateful for it."</i> <</if>> <<if $daynumber gte 42>><div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/NaughtyFans/CristyNaughty7.jpg" width=500></div> <i>"Soft, sexy, and just sinful enough to drive us wild 😍." "Cristy, this is ART. The tease, the pose—absolute perfection 🔥." "Pink never looked this dangerous before. Please keep blessing us 🙌."</i> <</if>> <<if $daynumber gte 50>><div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/NaughtyFans/CristyNaughty10.jpg" width=500></div> <i>"Pool days are officially blessed when you're the view 😍." "Cristy in white? That cleavage just took me OUT 🔥." "Your hourglass figure isn’t fair. I can’t breathe over here 😵‍💫."</i> <</if>> <<if $daynumber gte 60>><div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/NaughtyFans/CristyNaughty6.jpg" width=500></div> <i>"The way you tease without showing everything—pure magic 🔥." "Show them already! Girl, you're killing me softly over here 😫." "You’ve officially made my screen too hot to handle 🥵."</i> <</if>> <</if>>

<<nobr>> <div style="text-align:center">[[Return to Room|My Room][$wardrobetable="Tops"]]</div> <<if $wardrobetable eq "Tops">> <table style="width:100%"> <tr> <td><div style="text-align:center"><b>Outerwear</b></div></td> <td><div style="text-align:center">[[Underwear|Wardrobe][$wardrobetable="Panties"]]</div></td> </tr> </table> <table style="width:100%"> <tr> <td><div style="text-align:center"><b>Tops</b></div></td> <td><div style="text-align:center">[[Bottoms|Wardrobe][$wardrobetable="Bottoms"]]</div></td> <<if $dressunlocked eq 1>><td><div style="text-align:center">[[Dresses|Wardrobe][$wardrobetable="Dress"]]</div></td><<elseif $dressunlocked eq 0>><</if>> <td><div style="text-align:center">[[Shoes|Wardrobe][$wardrobetable="Shoes"]]</div></td> </tr> </table> <table style="width:100%"> <<for _a to 0; _a lt $topinv.length; _a++>> <tr> <td><div style="text-align:center"><<ClothesImage $topinv[_a].imgname 200>><</ClothesImage>></div></td> <td> <b>Name:</b> <<print $topinv[_a].name>><br> <fem><b>Fem req:</b> <<print $topinv[_a].fem>></fem><br> <beauty><b>Beauty:</b> <<print $topinv[_a].beauty>></beauty><br> <b>Description:</b> <<print $topinv[_a].description>><br> <<capture _a>> <b>Actions:</b> <<if $top is $topinv[_a].name>> You are already wearing this! <<elseif $femininity lt $topinv[_a].fem>> You don't feel comfortable wearing this. <<else>> <<link [[Wear|Wardrobe]]>> <<set $top = $topinv[_a].name>> <<set $topbeauty = $topinv[_a].beauty>> <<set $topimgname = $topinv[_a].imgname>> <<WearOutfit>> <<Beauty>> <</link>> <</if>> <</capture>> </td> </tr> <</for>> </table> <table style="width:100%"> <tr><td><<if $top neq "None">><div style="text-align:center"><<link [[Remove your Top|Wardrobe]]>><<set $top to "None">> <<set $topimgname to "NoTop">><<set $topbeauty to 0>><<Beauty>><</link>></div><<elseif $top eq "None">><div style="text-align:center"><b>You are not wearing a Top!</b> </div><</if>></td></tr> </table> <table style="width:100%"> <tr><td><b>Quick Dress-up</b></td></tr> <<if $femininity lt 3>><tr><td><<link[[Casual T-Shirt and Jeans|Wardrobe]]>><<set $top to "Black T-shirt">><<set $topimgname to "BlackTshirt">><<set $topbeauty to 0>><<set $bottom to "Blue Jeans">><<set $bottomimgname to "BlueJeans">><<set $bottombeauty to 0>><<set $shoes to "Black Sneakers">><<set $shoesimgname to "BlackSneakers">><<set $shoesbeauty to 0>><<set $panties to "Black Boxers">><<set $pantiesimgname to "BlackBoxers">><<set $pantiesbeauty to 0>><<set $hosiery to "Black Short Socks">><<set $hosieryimgname to "BlackShortSocks">><<set $hosierybeauty to 0>><</link>></td></tr><</if>> <<if $femininity gte 1>><tr><td><<link[[Casual T-Shirt and Jeans with Boyshorts|Wardrobe]]>><<set $top to "Black T-shirt">><<set $topimgname to "BlackTshirt">><<set $topbeauty to 0>><<set $bottom to "Blue Jeans">><<set $bottomimgname to "BlueJeans">><<set $bottombeauty to 0>><<set $shoes to "Black Sneakers">><<set $shoesimgname to "BlackSneakers">><<set $shoesbeauty to 0>><<set $panties to "Black Boy Shorts">><<set $pantiesimgname to "BlackBoyShorts">><<set $pantiesbeauty to 1>><<set $hosiery to "Black Short Socks">><<set $hosieryimgname to "BlackShortSocks">><<set $hosierybeauty to 0>><<Beauty>><</link>></td></tr><</if>> </table> <<elseif $wardrobetable eq "Bottoms">> <table style="width:100%"> <tr> <td><div style="text-align:center"><b>Outerwear</b></div></td> <td><div style="text-align:center">[[Underwear|Wardrobe][$wardrobetable="Panties"]]</div></td> </tr> </table> <table style="width:100%"> <tr> <td><div style="text-align:center">[[Tops|Wardrobe][$wardrobetable="Tops"]]</div></td> <td><div style="text-align:center"><b>Bottoms</b></div></td> <<if $dressunlocked eq 1>><td><div style="text-align:center">[[Dresses|Wardrobe][$wardrobetable="Dress"]]</div></td><<elseif $dressunlocked eq 0>><</if>> <td><div style="text-align:center">[[Shoes|Wardrobe][$wardrobetable="Shoes"]]</div></td> </tr> </table> <table style="width:100%"> <<for _a to 0; _a lt $bottominv.length; _a++>> <tr> <td><div style="text-align:center"><<ClothesImage $bottominv[_a].imgname 200>><</ClothesImage>></div></td> <td> <b>Name:</b> <<print $bottominv[_a].name>><br> <fem> <b>Fem req:</b> <<print $bottominv[_a].fem>></fem><br> <beauty><b>Beauty:</b> <<print $bottominv[_a].beauty>></beauty><br> <b>Description:</b> <<print $bottominv[_a].description>><br> <<capture _a>> <b>Actions:</b> <<if $bottom is $bottominv[_a].name>> You are already wearing this! <<else>> <<link [[Wear|Wardrobe]]>> <<set $bottom = $bottominv[_a].name>> <<set $bottombeauty = $bottominv[_a].beauty>> <<set $bottomimgname = $bottominv[_a].imgname>> <<WearOutfit>> <<Beauty>> <</link>> <</if>> <</capture>> </td> </tr> <</for>> </table> <table style="width:100%"> <tr><td><<if $bottom neq "None">><div style="text-align:center"><<link [[Remove your Bottom|Wardrobe]]>><<set $bottom to "None">> <<set $bottomimgname to "NoPants">><<set $bottombeauty to 0>><<Beauty>><</link>></div><<elseif $bottom eq "None">><div style="text-align:center"><b>You are not wearing a Bottom!</b> </div> <</if>></td></tr> </table> <<elseif $wardrobetable eq "Dress">> <table style="width:100%"> <tr> <td><div style="text-align:center"><b>Outerwear</b></div></td> <td><div style="text-align:center">[[Underwear|Wardrobe][$wardrobetable="Panties"]]</div></td> </tr> </table> <table style="width:100%"> <tr> <td><div style="text-align:center">[[Tops|Wardrobe][$wardrobetable="Tops"]]</div></td> <td><div style="text-align:center">[[Bottoms|Wardrobe][$wardrobetable="Bottoms"]]</div></td> <td><div style="text-align:center"><b>Dresses</b></div></td> <td><div style="text-align:center">[[Shoes|Wardrobe][$wardrobetable="Shoes"]]</div></td> </tr> </table> <table style="width:100%"> <<for _a to 0; _a lt $dressinv.length; _a++>> <tr> <td><div style="text-align:center"><<ClothesImage $dressinv[_a].imgname 200>><</ClothesImage>></div></td> <td> <b>Name:</b> <<print $dressinv[_a].name>><br> <fem> <b>Fem req:</b> <<print $dressinv[_a].fem>></fem><br> <beauty><b>Beauty:</b> <<print $dressinv[_a].beauty>></beauty><br> <b>Description:</b> <<print $dressinv[_a].description>><br> <<capture _a>> <b>Actions:</b> <<if $dress is $dressinv[_a].name>> You are already wearing this! <<else>> <<link [[Wear|Wardrobe]]>> <<set $dress = $dressinv[_a].name>> <<set $dressbeauty = $dressinv[_a].beauty>> <<set $dressimgname = $dressinv[_a].imgname>> <<WearDress>> <<Beauty>> <</link>> <</if>> <</capture>> </td> </tr> <</for>> </table> <table style="width:100%"> <tr><td><<if $dress neq "None">><div style="text-align:center"><<link [[Remove your Dress|Wardrobe]]>><<set $dress to "None">> <<set $dressimgname to "NoDress">><<set $dressbeauty to 0>><<Beauty>><</link>></div><<elseif $dress eq "None">><div style="text-align:center"><b>You are not wearing a Dress!</b></div><</if>></td></tr> </table> <<elseif $wardrobetable eq "Shoes">> <table style="width:100%"> <tr> <td><div style="text-align:center"><b>Outerwear</b></div></td> <td><div style="text-align:center">[[Underwear|Wardrobe][$wardrobetable="Panties"]]</div></td> </tr> </table> <table style="width:100%"> <tr> <td><div style="text-align:center">[[Tops|Wardrobe][$wardrobetable="Tops"]]</div></td> <td><div style="text-align:center">[[Bottoms|Wardrobe][$wardrobetable="Bottoms"]]</div></td> <<if $dressunlocked eq 1>><td><div style="text-align:center">[[Dresses|Wardrobe][$wardrobetable="Dress"]]</div></td><<elseif $dressunlocked eq 0>><</if>> <td><div style="text-align:center"><b>Shoes</b></div></td> </tr> </table> <table style="width:100%"> <<for _a to 0; _a lt $shoesinv.length; _a++>> <tr> <td><div style="text-align:center"><<ClothesImage $shoesinv[_a].imgname 200>><</ClothesImage>></div></td> <td> <b>Name:</b> <<print $shoesinv[_a].name>><br> <fem> <b>Fem req:</b> <<print $shoesinv[_a].fem>></fem><br> <beauty><b>Beauty:</b> <<print $shoesinv[_a].beauty>></beauty><br> <b>Description:</b> <<print $shoesinv[_a].description>><br> <<capture _a>> <b>Actions:</b> <<if $shoes is $shoesinv[_a].name>> You are already wearing this! <<else>> <<link [[Wear|Wardrobe]]>> <<set $shoes = $shoesinv[_a].name>> <<set $shoesbeauty = $shoesinv[_a].beauty>> <<set $shoesimgname = $shoesinv[_a].imgname>> <<Beauty>> <</link>> <</if>> <</capture>> </td> </tr> <</for>> </table> <table style="width:100%"> <tr><td><<if $shoes neq "None">><div style="text-align:center"><<link [[Remove your Shoes|Wardrobe]]>><<set $shoes to "None">> <<set $shoesimgname to "NoShoes">><<set $shoesbeauty to 0>><<Beauty>><</link>></div><<elseif $shoes eq "None">><div style="text-align:center"><b>You are not wearing Shoes!</b></div><</if>></td></tr> </table> <<elseif $wardrobetable eq "Bra">> <table style="width:100%"> <tr> <td><div style="text-align:center">[[Outerwear|Wardrobe][$wardrobetable="Tops"]]</div></td> <td><div style="text-align:center"><b>Underwear</b></div></td> </tr> </table> <table style="width:100%"> <tr> <td><div style="text-align:center"><b>Bras</b></div></td> <td><div style="text-align:center">[[Underwear|Wardrobe][$wardrobetable="Panties"]]</div></td> <<if $onepieceunlocked eq 1>><td><div style="text-align:center">[[One Piece Underwear|Wardrobe][$wardrobetable="OnePiece"]]</div></td><<elseif $onepieceunlocked eq 0>><</if>> <td><div style="text-align:center">[[Hosiery|Wardrobe][$wardrobetable="Hosiery"]]</div></td> </tr> </table> <table style="width:100%"> <tr><td><div style="text-align:center"><<link "Remove your Bra">><<set $bra to "None">> <<set $braimgname to "NoBra">><<set $brabeauty to 0>><<Beauty>><</link>></div></td></tr> </table> <<elseif $wardrobetable eq "Panties">> <table style="width:100%"> <tr> <td><div style="text-align:center">[[Outerwear|Wardrobe][$wardrobetable="Tops"]]</div></td> <td><div style="text-align:center"><b>Underwear</b></div></td> </tr> </table> <table style="width:100%"> <tr> <<if $brasunlocked eq 1>> <td><div style="text-align:center"><b>[[Bras|Wardrobe][$wardrobetable="Bra"]]</b></div></td><<elseif $brasunlocked eq 0>><</if>> <td><div style="text-align:center"><b>Underwear</b></div></td> <<if $onepieceunlocked eq 1>><td><div style="text-align:center">[[One Piece Underwear|Wardrobe][$wardrobetable="OnePiece"]]</div></td><<elseif $onepieceunlocked eq 0>><</if>> <td><div style="text-align:center">[[Hosiery|Wardrobe][$wardrobetable="Hosiery"]]</div></td> </tr> </table> <table style="width:100%"> <<for _a to 0; _a lt $pantiesinv.length; _a++>> <tr> <td><div style="text-align:center"><<ClothesImage $pantiesinv[_a].imgname 200>><</ClothesImage>></div></td> <td> <b>Name:</b> <<print $pantiesinv[_a].name>><br> <fem> <b>Fem req:</b> <<print $pantiesinv[_a].fem>></fem><br> <beauty><b>Beauty:</b> <<print $pantiesinv[_a].beauty>></beauty><br> <b>Description:</b> <<print $pantiesinv[_a].description>><br> <<capture _a>> <b>Actions:</b> <<if $panties is $pantiesinv[_a].name>> You are already wearing this! <<elseif $femininity lt $pantiesinv[_a].fem>> You don't feel comfortable wearing this. <<else>> <<link [[Wear|Wardrobe]]>> <<set $panties = $pantiesinv[_a].name>> <<set $pantiesbeauty = $pantiesinv[_a].beauty>> <<set $pantiesimgname = $pantiesinv[_a].imgname>> <<Beauty>> <</link>> <</if>> <</capture>> </td> </tr> <</for>> </table> <table style="width:100%"> <tr><td><div style="text-align:center"><<link [[Remove your Underwear|Wardrobe]]>><<set $panties to "None">> <<set $pantiesimgname to "NoUnderwear">><<set $pantiesbeauty to 0>><<Beauty>><</link>></div></td></tr> </table> <<elseif $wardrobetable eq "OnePiece">> <table style="width:100%"> <tr> <td><div style="text-align:center">[[Outerwear|Wardrobe][$wardrobetable="Tops"]]</div></td> <td><div style="text-align:center"><b>Underwear</b></div></td> </tr> </table> <table style="width:100%"> <tr> <<if $brasunlocked eq 1>> <td><div style="text-align:center"><b>[[Bras|Wardrobe][$wardrobetable="Bra"]]</b></div></td><<elseif $brasunlocked eq 0>><</if>> <td><div style="text-align:center"><b>[[Underwear|Wardrobe][$wardrobetable="Panties"]]</b></div></td> <td><div style="text-align:center"><b>One Piece Underwear</b></div></td> <td><div style="text-align:center">[[Hosiery|Wardrobe][$wardrobetable="Hosiery"]]</div></td> </tr> </table> <mc>Why would I have this kind of lingerie?</mc> <<elseif $wardrobetable eq "Hosiery">> <table style="width:100%"> <tr> <td><div style="text-align:center">[[Outerwear|Wardrobe][$wardrobetable="Tops"]]</div></td> <td><div style="text-align:center"><b>Underwear</b></div></td> </tr> </table> <table style="width:100%"> <tr> <<if $brasunlocked eq 1>> <td><div style="text-align:center"><b>[[Bras|Wardrobe][$wardrobetable="Bra"]]</b></div></td><<elseif $brasunlocked eq 0>><</if>> <td><div style="text-align:center"><b>[[Underwear|Wardrobe][$wardrobetable="Panties"]]</b></div></td> <<if $onepieceunlocked eq 1>><td><div style="text-align:center">[[One Piece Underwear|Wardrobe][$wardrobetable="OnePiece"]]</div></td><<elseif $onepieceunlocked eq 0>><</if>> <td><div style="text-align:center"><b>Hosiery</b></div></td> </tr> </table> <table style="width:100%"> <<for _a to 0; _a lt $hosieryinv.length; _a++>> <tr> <td><div style="text-align:center"><<ClothesImage $hosieryinv[_a].imgname 200>><</ClothesImage>></div></td> <td> <b>Name:</b> <<print $hosieryinv[_a].name>><br> <fem> <b>Fem req:</b> <<print $hosieryinv[_a].fem>></fem><br> <beauty><b>Beauty:</b> <<print $hosieryinv[_a].beauty>></beauty><br> <b>Description:</b> <<print $hosieryinv[_a].description>><br> <<capture _a>> <b>Actions:</b> <<if $hosiery is $hosieryinv[_a].name>> You are already wearing this! <<else>> <<link [[Wear|Wardrobe]]>> <<set $hosiery = $hosieryinv[_a].name>> <<set $hosierybeauty = $hosieryinv[_a].beauty>> <<set $hosieryimgname = $hosieryinv[_a].imgname>> <<Beauty>> <<WearOutfit>> <</link>> <</if>> <</capture>> </td> </tr> <</for>> </table> <table style="width:100%"> <tr><td><div style="text-align:center"><<link [[Remove your Hosiery|Wardrobe]]>><<set $hosiery to "None">> <<set $hosieryimgname to "NoSocks">><<set $hosierybeauty to 0>><<Beauty>><</link>></div></td></tr> </table> <</if>> [[Return to Room|My Room][$wardrobetable="Tops"]] <</nobr>>

<<if $daynumber eq 4 and $time eq 3>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamNicole2.jpg" height=500></div> In your sleep you see <nicole>Nicole</nicole> naked at the gym. She doesn't even care and keeps on working out and even trains you naked. You cannot concentrate on the weights and drop a dumbbell on your foot. <<link [[Wake Up|Freshman Party]]>> <<set $time += 1>> <<TimeDay>> <<set $alreadymasturbated = 0>> <<set $alreadygamed = 0>> <<set $alreadyshowered = 0>> <<set $alreadytv to 0>> <<set $alreadysocmed to 0>> <<set $dtired = 0>> <<set $p =1>> <</link>> <<elseif $day eq 7>> It takes a total of <b><money>$upkeep $</money></b> for your weekly rent, utilities and groceries! <<if $money gte 250>> <<linkreplace "Pay for weekly upkeep">> You paid for your weekly costs, you can go to sleep in peace! <<set $money -= $upkeep>> <<if $daynumber eq 7>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamJessica3.jpg" height=500></div> In your sleep you see <jessica>Jessica</jessica> with her ex! He has her naked on the bed. She grabs his cock, ready to direct his larger member into her inviting pussy. <<elseif $daynumber eq 14>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamJessica4.jpg" height=700></div> <<elseif $daynumber eq 42>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamJessica10.jpg" height=600></div> In your dream you see <abella>Abella</abella> with <jessica>Jessica</jessica>... <<elseif $daynumber eq 56>> Settling into bed, you shift uncomfortably, trying to find a position that accommodates the new cage. It presses against you in every direction, its presence impossible to ignore as you turn from side to side. Each adjustment only serves as a reminder of its tightness, the constraint a strange sensation you’re not yet accustomed to. Just as you’re about to close your eyes, your phone lights up with a message from <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. Heart racing, you reach for it, curiosity and a spark of excitement flickering through the discomfort. Her words appear on the screen, a mixture of praise and promise. <<AlexandraTalk "Good job tonight, darling. It takes courage to embrace this change, and you’ve shown such commitment. I know it’s not easy, but trust me—the rewards will be worth it.">> With a slight smile you text her back. <<MCTalk "Thank you Mistress. Your words help ease the discomfort.">> <<AlexandraTalk "I’m proud of you, my sissy doll. You’re on the right path, and I’m here every step of the way. Good night, little one. 💋">> A surge of warmth floods through you at her words, and for the first time since putting on the cage, the unease seems to soften. Her validation, the promise of something fulfilling, settles over you like a blanket. In that moment, you find yourself willing to bear the cage, imagining the rewards she hinted at—perhaps a new level of intimacy, a connection, something even deeper than before. You put the phone aside, pulling the covers up and letting her words replay in your mind as your body adjusts to the cage’s grip. Bit by bit, your second-guessing fades into the background. <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> assurance fills you with a strange kind of peace, and as you drift into sleep, you feel a quiet resolution to continue down this path. <</if>> <<link [[Get Up|My Room]]>> <<set $time += 1>> <<TimeDay>> <<set $alreadymasturbated = 0>> <<set $alreadygamed = 0>> <<set $alreadyshowered = 0>> <<set $alreadytv to 0>> <<set $alreadysocmed to 0>> <<set $dtired = 0>> <<set $dheelpractice to 0>> <<set $p =1>> <</link>> <</linkreplace>> <<else>> [[You don't have enough money to pay!|Game Over]] <</if>> <<else>> <<if $daynumber eq 1>> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamJia1.mp4"/></div> In your sleep you see <jia>Jia</jia>, the hot redhead from Psyc class giving you a passionate blowjob. She licks your huge cock like a lollipop and says she wants to have your babies. <<elseif $daynumber eq 2>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamNicole1.jpg" height=500></div> In your sleep you see <nicole>Nicole</nicole> giving you a blowjob to motivate your workout. She praises your arm and chest muscles when she pauses to breathe... <<elseif $daynumber eq 3>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamJessica1.jpg" height=500></div> In your sleep you see the girl that fascinated you by the fountain. You fuck her with your big cock, making her squirt all over you. Finally you cum all over her belly to mark her as <b>your</b> girl. <<elseif $daynumber eq 6>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamJessica2.jpg" height=500></div> In your sleep you see <clara>Clara</clara> and <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. They say they both are in love with you and they desire you. They get on their knees to please you willingly. <<elseif $daynumber eq 8>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamEve.jpg" height=500></div> In your sleep you see the girl from the photography club as she poses for you, almost naked... <<elseif $daynumber eq 9>> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamCat.mp4"/></div> In your sleep you see silly cats. <<elseif $daynumber eq 10>> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamJessica1.mp4"/></div> In your dream you see a lawyer in court, defending the vulnerable against oppressors. <<elseif $daynumber eq 13>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamSPH.jpg" height=500></div> In your dream you approach a busty blonde at a dorm party and you go to a private room. But once you remove your boxers she laughs at your penis, gets dressed and returns to the party...<<set $stress +=15>><<Stress>> <<elseif $daynumber eq 15>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamJessica6.jpg" height=400></div> In your dream <jessica>Jessica</jessica> squeezes your small penis between her ample breasts, giving you a nice titfuck. <<elseif $daynumber eq 16>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamJessica7.jpg" height=500></div> In your dream <jessica>Jessica</jessica> is laying under you, taking your dick in her inviting sloppy pussy. You choke her while fucking her which causes her pussy to tighten even more... <<elseif $daynumber eq 17>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamJessica8.jpg" height=500></div> In your dream <jessica>Jessica</jessica> is riding you again in her Amazing Woman costume, you make her cum without cumming in your boxers... <<elseif $daynumber eq 18>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamDarius.jpg" height=600></div> In your dream <darius>Darius</darius> is fucking a blonde girl roughly. You cannot see her face but she feels so familiar... <<elseif $daynumber eq 19>> All day long, you couldn't distract yourself from the bulge of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. That night, your mind continues to swirl with thoughts of the pool event. When you finally drift off to sleep, the images follow you into your dreams. You find yourself back at the pool, but this time it's different. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> are there, their bodies glistening under the sun. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamAlexandra1.jpg" height=600></div> <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> stands fully naked, his enormous cock prominently on display for all the world to see. The sight of it, larger and more imposing than anything you’ve ever encountered, makes your breath hitch. You feel a wave of arousal wash over you, your pre-cum soaking your $panties... Your gaze is locked on <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, unable to look away from his impressive member. In the dream, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> catches your eye and gives you a knowing smile, a look that sends shivers down your spine. She steps closer to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, her hand reaching out to caress his chest, then slowly trailing down to his massive cock. The sight makes you even hornier. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamAlexandra2.jpg" height=700></div> The dream intensifies, every detail vivid and overwhelming. <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> cock seems even larger up close, and the raw sexuality of the scene captivates you completely. You watch as <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> touches his sculpted muscles. Your body reacts involuntarily, and you wake up with your heart pounding and your $panties soaked with pre-cum. You lie there, grappling with the confusing mix of jealousy, arousal, and frustration. <<Arousalincrease 100>><<Arousal>> <<elseif $daynumber eq 20>> You sleep till the morning... In the depths of your restless sleep, your mind conjures a vivid dream. You find yourself kneeling on a plush, crimson carpet in a dimly lit room. The air is thick with a sense of anticipation and tension. Before you stands <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, her presence commanding and powerful. She’s wearing a provocative black fishnet bodysuit that clings to her curves. The fishnet leaves little to the imagination, revealing glimpses of her smooth skin beneath. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamAlexandra3.jpg" height=700></div> Strapped around her waist is a large, intimidating strap-on. It juts out with a sense of authority, a symbol of her control and dominance over you. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> look into your eyes with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine. You try to avert your gaze... You try to speak, but words fail you. Instead, you remain on your knees. Alexandra reaches down and gently cups your chin, lifting your face to meet her gaze. Looking up at her with a mixture of awe and submission your legs rub each other and exert pressure to your penis unconsciously. You wake up, the vividness of the dream leaves you disoriented as pre-cum leaks into your $panties once again. <mc><i>What was that? Why does she have such a hold on me, even in my dreams?</i></mc> <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> <<elseif $daynumber eq 22>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamDarius2.jpg" height=600></div> In your dream you see <darius>Darius</darius> fucking his cover girl... <<elseif $daynumber eq 23>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamYoga.jpg" height=600></div> In your dream you see a girl doing yoga, naked... <<elseif $daynumber eq 25>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamYoga2.jpg"></div> In your dream, your yoga class surrounds you with encouragement and motivation, making you feel truly accepted and content. <<set $stress -=20>><<Stress>> <<elseif $daynumber eq 26>> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamJessica2.mp4"/></div> In your dream, you see <jessica>Jessica</jessica> getting fucked in doggystyle by someone... She is in ecstasy. <<elseif $daynumber eq 27>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamAlexandra4.jpg" height=600></div> In your dream, you see <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> approaching you with her tongue out, you anticipate for a blowjob but you wake up before it happens... <<elseif $daynumber eq 29>> <<if $claradarius eq 0>> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamDog.mp4"/></div> In your dream, you see a happy dog after your continuous wins today! <<elseif $claradarius eq 1>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamClara.jpg" height=500></div> In your dream, you see <clara>Clara</clara> riding a big black cock, like the heroine in the show! <</if>> <<elseif $daynumber eq 30>> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamJessica3.mp4"/></div> In your dream, you eat <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> pussy as she holds your head... <<elseif $daynumber eq 31>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamJessica9.jpg" height=600></div> In your dream, you see <jessica>Jessica</jessica> pleasuring herself with a monster dildo! <<elseif $daynumber eq 32>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamMom.jpg" height=600></div> In your dream, you see your <ophelia>mother</ophelia>, giving you a big smile and a bigger hug. Embracing the new you, with your longer hair and your unisex, more feminine clothing... <<elseif $daynumber eq 33>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamBunny.jpg" height=600></div> In your dream, you see yourself fucking a hottie in a bunny outfit... <<elseif $daynumber eq 34>> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamJessica4.mp4"/></div> In your dream, you see <jessica>Jessica</jessica> on all fours, her body arching with each deep thrust, her face contorted in pure bliss. Her eyes roll back, lost in pleasure, and you know it's not you behind her, but you can't see who it is. That uncertainty stirs something deep within you, fueling your arousal. You love watching her like this, every moan and squirm captivating you, drawing you deeper into the moment, even though a part of you aches with the realization that it's someone else making her feel this way. Yet, you can't look away... <<elseif $daynumber eq 36>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamAlexandra6.jpg" height=500></div> In your dream you see <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> licking <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> big black cock. <<elseif $daynumber eq 37>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamAlexandra7.jpg" height=500></div> In your dream you see <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> licking her own tit as you fuck her... The idea of opening your relationship and having sex with <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> intrigues you even in your sleep now... <<elseif $daynumber eq 38>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamGianna.jpg" height=500></div> In your dream you see <gianna>Gianna</gianna> getting fucked by her <william>daddy</william>... <<elseif $daynumber eq 39>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamMom2.jpg"></div> In your dream you see a brunette woman, walking in your hometown with a backpack. You cannot understand who she is but you can sense she is sad and leaving the place for good... <<elseif $daynumber eq 40>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/JessicaNTRDream.jpg" height=600></div> In your dream you see <jessica>Jessica</jessica> getting fucked by <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. You are not aware but your $panties get sligthly wet as you dream this... <<elseif $daynumber eq 41>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamHeels.jpg" height=500></div> In your dream you see yourself falling while wearing high heels. A stern reminder for your need to practice! <<elseif $daynumber eq 43>> <<if $claradarius eq 1>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamDarius3.jpg" height=500></div> In your dream you see <darius>Darius</darius> fucking a girl in missionary, just like he fucked <clara>Clara</clara>. <<elseif $claradarius eq 0>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamBBC.jpg" height=600></div> In your dream you see a girl getting fucked by two big black cocks, just like <clara>Clara</clara> was.<</if>> <<elseif $daynumber eq 44>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamBelly.jpg" height=600></div> In your dream you see a belly dancer, meaningful after getting such a feminine and sexy waist. <<elseif $daynumber eq 45>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamBBC2.jpg" height=500></div> In your dream you see and flirt with a hot blonde girl but instead of sucking your tiny little dick she chooses to suck her big black dildo... <<elseif $daynumber eq 46>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamBarista.png" ></div> In your dream you see a hot bikini barista in a thong... <<elseif $daynumber eq 47>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamJessica11.jpg" height=500></div> In your dream you see <jessica>Jessica</jessica> getting fucked by <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and <jordan>Mr. Douglas</jordan>... <<elseif $daynumber eq 48>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamModel.jpg" height=500></div> In your dream you see yourself shooting a hot model as the photographer... <<elseif $daynumber eq 50>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamField.jpg" height=500></div> In your dream you stand alone in a twilight field, watching two familiar figures—<jessica>Jessica</jessica> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>—laughing together in the distance. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> waves, beckoning you to join them. You try to move forward, but a gentle breeze holds you back. The figures draw closer, yet remain just out of reach, with <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> hand extended toward you, inviting you to take the final step. <<elseif $daynumber eq 51>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamDoor.jpg" height=400></div> In your dream you stand before an intricately carved wooden door, hearing <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> laughter on the other side, soft and inviting. You try the handle, but it's locked. Looking down, you see a small key engraved with your initials. As you turn it, warmth spills through the opening, and you know that crossing this threshold means stepping into something new—something deeply transformative. <<elseif $daynumber eq 52>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamAlexandra8.jpg" height=500></div> In your dream, you find yourself in a dimly lit room, the air thick with an almost electric anticipation. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> sits on a grand throne, her figure commanding and alluring, dressed in a sleek, red latex outfit that gleams under the subtle light. Her gaze finds you, sharp yet inviting, and she gestures for you to come closer. Step by step, you approach, feeling a comforting warmth and an undeniable thrill as you draw near. Every step forward, her presence grows more magnetic, and you can feel your nerves settle, replaced by a deep sense of belonging. Just as you’re almost within reach, about to stand by her side, the dream slips away, leaving only the memory of her beckoning smile lingering as you wake. <<elseif $daynumber eq 53>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamJessica12.jpg" height=500></div> That night, your dreams take you somewhere else entirely: <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> luxurious villa. You see <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> effortlessly carrying and fucking <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. They're moving in sync as if no one else exists. The scene feels almost like a glimpse into another world—one that’s just within reach yet still mysterious and thrilling. The dream fades as you wake, the images vivid, anticipation for what’s to come filling you today. <<elseif $daynumber eq 54>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamMC.jpg" height=500></div> In your dream, a woman drifts gracefully through crystal-clear water, her figure barely visible beneath the shimmering surface, her blue bikini a soft blur against the vast, gentle waves. She moves effortlessly, gliding and swirling with an elegance that feels both otherworldly and profoundly familiar. You watch her, mesmerized, feeling an unexpected sense of freedom and lightness as she floats, unburdened, reveling in the cool embrace of the water. As she turns, a flicker of recognition stirs within you. It’s almost as if you’re looking at yourself, yet the idea remains just beyond reach, tantalizing but elusive. The woman’s face is indistinct, yet her presence fills you with a deep sense of self-acceptance and peace. <<elseif $daynumber eq 55>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamCloud.jpg" height=500></div> In your dream, you find yourself weightless, floating among soft, golden clouds that stretch endlessly in every direction. The sun bathes the sky in warm hues of pink and gold, its gentle rays wrapping around you like a tender embrace. There’s no ground beneath you, no sense of time or limitation—just the soft caress of the clouds as they carry you higher and higher. You feel a deep, unshakable happiness, a joy that radiates from within, spreading through every part of you. Your body feels light and perfect, a sense of completeness washing over you with every breath. The sky seems to hum with quiet contentment, and as you stretch your arms wide, you feel like you’re embracing the infinite, the dream of being wholly, unapologetically yourself. <<elseif $daynumber eq 57>> The room is dark, but sleep evades you. You twist and turn, the light fabric of your sheets brushing against your body, only amplifying the relentless awareness of the cage. <clara>Clara's</clara> teasing words from earlier, her casual mention of sex, and the stretch of her leggings cling stubbornly to your thoughts, replaying over and over like a tormenting echo. You try to push it all away, breathing deeply and closing your eyes, but the ache in your body—both physical and emotional—refuses to let go. Every pulse of frustration seems to thrum through you, your mind desperately craving release that isn’t yours to claim anymore. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamCorridor.jpg" height=500></div> You find yourself walking down an endless corridor. The air is thick with anticipation, yet the destination ahead remains shrouded in shadow. Your steps echo faintly, the sound swallowed by the endless expanse as you move forward, driven by an unshakable need to reach… something. No matter how far you walk, the corridor stretches endlessly before you. Occasionally, you think you see a doorway ahead, a flicker of promise, but as you approach, it vanishes like a mirage. The frustration gnaws at you, your pace quickening as desperation sets in, yet the corridor offers no end, no relief, no answers. You wake suddenly, heart pounding and body tense, the weight of the cage all too real against you, as if it followed you out of the dream. Frustration lingers, the infinite corridor a cruel reminder of what remains just out of reach. <<elseif $daynumber eq 58>> You lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, the day's memories swirling in your mind. The gym was a blur of toned bodies, smooth skin, and teasing smiles. The sight of the girls—confident, sexy, and effortlessly alluring—left a lingering ache, one that the cage now keeps firmly in place. You shift uncomfortably, the device a constant reminder of your growing frustration. The regret seeps in, a fleeting thought: <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/MCCage.mp4"/></div> <mc><i>Why did I agree to this?</i></mc> Your phone buzzes on the nightstand, the soft glow lighting up the room. Frowning, you pick it up, curiosity piqued when you see Charlotte’s name. You swipe open the message, and your breath catches in your throat. The photo is undeniably seductive: Charlotte in a pair of soft pink panties that hug her curves perfectly. The massive bulge beneath the delicate fabric leans slightly to the right, impossible to ignore. A teasing caption accompanies the image: <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/Charlotte2.jpg" height=500></div> <<CharlotteTalk "Bi curiosity can be such a powerful thing, don’t you think? Sweet dreams, $femname 😉">> Your cheeks burn as you stare at the screen, your heart racing. Your mind involuntarily compares her obvious, intimidating size to your own 2-inch caged clit. The contrast is… overwhelming, and you can’t stop the wave of arousal that surges through you, only to be met with the frustrating confinement of the cage. <<Arousalincrease 30>><<Arousal>> You fumble with the keyboard, trying to muster a response that doesn’t give away just how flustered you are. Finally, you settle on something playful. <<MCTalk "Looks like curiosity is your biggest strength. Night, Charlotte.">> You hit send and immediately put the phone down, rolling onto your side and burying your face in the pillow. A soft buzz from the phone signals a reply, but you can’t bring yourself to look right now. You close your eyes, hoping the lingering heat in your cheeks and the persistent ache below will eventually fade into sleep. <<elseif $daynumber eq 59>> You find yourself in a vast, barren desert under a dim, overcast sky. The air feels heavy, oppressive, as you take hesitant steps forward. Suddenly, your foot sinks into the ground—a soft, sticky quicksand. Panic sets in as you try to pull yourself free, but the more you struggle, the deeper you sink. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamQuicksand.jpg" height=500></div> The quicksand clings to you, cold and unyielding, dragging you down inch by inch. You call out for help, but your voice is swallowed by the silence. Every movement only accelerates your descent, the weight pressing on your chest, making it harder to breathe. The sky above feels further and further away. When you wake, your heart pounds in your chest, and the cage feels unbearably tight. The suffocating frustration of denial lingers, heavy and relentless, as you gasp for air in the still darkness of your room. <<elseif $daynumber eq 61>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DayDreamAndre4.jpg" height=500></div> You drift into an uneasy sleep, the vivid images of the night replaying in your subconscious. In your dream, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> stands before <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, her eyes filled with admiration and devotion. The room around them is bathed in a golden glow, soft and surreal, as if the scene exists outside of time itself. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> kneels gracefully at his feet, her hands resting lightly on his thighs. Her movements are deliberate, almost ceremonial, as she serves him with unwavering dedication. You stand nearby, unable to move, watching as the connection between them deepens with every passing moment. <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> The sight fills you with a mix of awe, longing, and something darker—a deep, aching frustration. You glance down, seeing the cage as clear in the dream as it is in reality, its presence inescapable. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> looks up at <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, her smile radiant, and then she glances at you. For a moment, her expression shifts—acknowledging your place in this dynamic, a mix of compassion and control. The scene blurs as your heart races, a pressure building within you. You wake with a sharp intake of breath, the cool night air against your damp skin. The cage is tight, unforgiving, a reminder of your place, as the remnants of the dream linger in your mind, vivid and unshakable. <<elseif $daynumber eq 64>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamClara2.jpg" height=500></div> In your dream, you see <clara>Clara</clara> on all fours, her long hair spilling across her back as she gasps and moans, lost in pleasure. Beside her is another petite brunette with soft curves and flushed skin, her body mirroring <clara>Clara's</clara> as they both take powerful thrusts from two tall, muscular black men. Their grunts and dominant presence fill the space, the rhythm of their movements primal and mesmerizing. You feel disoriented as the scene unfolds. There's something unsettlingly familiar about the other girl. It tugs at your mind, but clarity remains just out of reach, like trying to grasp smoke. The scene dissolves abruptly, and you wake up breathless, heart racing, your cage uncomfortably tight. Fragments of the dream linger, vivid and hazy, and you're left grappling with the nagging question: who was that other girl? The thought clings to you, tinged with confusion and a lingering arousal you can't shake. <<elseif $daynumber eq 65>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamElizabeth.jpeg" height=500></div> In your dream, <elizabeth>Elizabeth</elizabeth> walks beside you, her arm warmly wrapped around you as you stroll through vibrant, sunlit streets filled with boutique shops and cobblestone paths. A soft dress swirls around your thighs with each graceful step, strappy sandals clicking against the stones. You feel beautiful, radiant, and free—a feminine glow enveloping you completely. The breeze teases your hair, and your glossy blush-pink nails gleam in the golden light. Reflections in shop windows reveal a confident, elegant woman, and for once, you recognize her as yourself. <elizabeth>Elizabeth's</elizabeth> laughter blends with the gentle hum of the world around you, grounding you in this blissful moment. Her closeness fills you with a sense of belonging, as if nothing could ever shatter this bond between sisters. The scent of flowers and pastries lingers as you walk together, arm in arm, your steps perfectly in sync. The vivid joy lingers even as the dream begins to dissolve, leaving only warmth—and a pang of longing—as your body stirs awake, caged and aching in the quiet of your room. <<elseif $daynumber eq 66>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamAndre.jpg" height=500></div> <<if $bbcinterest gte 26>><<set $bbcinterest +=1>> In your dream, you see a woman on her knees, bathed in a soft, golden glow that seems to pulse with the heat of the room. Her hair spills down her back as she tilts her head forward, lips stretched wide around <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> monstrous cock. Slick and glistening from her devotion, the sheer girth dominates her small frame. She moves with desperate effort, throat fluttering as she struggles to take more of him. Her fingers press against the thick base, futile in their attempt to hold even a fraction of his size. The sight is raw, primal, and utterly hypnotic. Heat grips your entire body. Your gaze is drawn magnetically to the veined shaft, its presence commanding and impossible to ignore. Desire gnaws at your core, fierce and aching. An unspoken hunger swirls inside you as you imagine yourself in her place—lips trembling, overwhelmed, and filled by that same imposing flesh. The thought lingers even as the dream begins to dissolve, your heart racing and your body slick with sweat. Yet you don’t fully remember the ache as you wake, only the faint trace of forbidden longing imprinted on your mind. <<else>> In your dream, you see a woman kneeling under the warm haze of golden light. Her body is poised in elegant submission, hair cascading down her back as she leans forward. <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> massive cock juts proudly before her, thick and veined, glistening with her spit. She moves with a devoted rhythm, soft moans blending with the slick sounds filling the air. There’s an intoxicating energy to the scene, a raw intensity that prickles at your senses. A pang of helpless arousal clenches in your chest. You're frozen, heart racing, breath shallow, unable to look away from the unapologetic display of dominance and desire. The cage around you feels tighter, the ache pulsing with every beat of your heart, as though even in this dream you are confined and yearning. The vivid image consumes you, lingering as the dream dissolves, leaving you breathless and damp in the dark stillness of your bedroom. <</if>> <<elseif $daynumber eq 67>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamMC2.jpeg" height=500></div> In your dream, you see yourself standing in a grand ballroom bathed in soft golden light. A flowing gown hugs your body, the silk brushing against your legs with every movement. Heels click softly against the polished marble floor as you take a step forward, the weight of elegance settling effortlessly on your frame. The air hums with a delicate melody, drawing you into motion. <<set $stress -=20>><<Stress>> You begin to dance, arms lifting gracefully as you twirl across the vast room. The music guides you, every spin and sweep of your body fluid and confident. The gown flares around you, weightless, as joy blooms in your chest. There's no hesitation, no fear—just the intoxicating rhythm that fills the space and the warmth that radiates from within. You are beautiful, bold, and utterly free. <<elseif $daynumber eq 68>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamMC3.jpg" height=600></div> In your dream, you see yourself bent over, stuck in a washing machine. The cool metal of the appliance presses against your skin, and you're clad in nothing but a black string thong and sleek black heels. The barely-there fabric clings to your body, the thin string disappearing between your cheeks. A sudden gust from the nearby vent brushes across your exposed skin, the cool air teasing your sensitive butthole and sending shivers up your spine. You wiggle instinctively, trying to free yourself, but the motion only makes you more aware of how utterly bare you are. The thong, with its daring minimalism, feels both foreign and exhilarating. Despite the awkwardness of your position, a strange sense of acceptance fills you—this is who you are now, boldly feminine, open, and daring. The air caressing your skin feels like a reminder of your liberation. <<elseif $daynumber eq 69>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamMC4.jpg" height=600></div> In your dream, you see yourself stretched elegantly across a lounge chair by <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> luxurious pool. The sun bathes your soft, flawless skin in warmth, highlighting the gentle curves of your body. You're topless, your small, perky breasts glistening in the light. A black thong hugs your hips, accentuating the smooth arch of your waist. The faint scent of chlorine and sun lotion lingers in the air. Slowly, you run your hands over your chest and stomach, smoothing sun lotion across your bare skin. The sensation is electric—your fingers lingering over your sensitive nipples, sending little waves of pleasure through your body. You revel in the femininity of the moment, each touch amplifying your awareness of how sensual and beautiful you’ve become. As you bask in the sun, a subtle ache settles within you—a longing to be seen. The fantasy lingers like the warmth of the sun on your skin, leaving you breathless and glowing. <</if>> <<link [[Get Up|My Room]]>> <<set $time += 1>> <<TimeDay>> <<set $alreadymasturbated = 0>> <<set $alreadygamed = 0>> <<set $alreadyshowered = 0>> <<set $alreadytv to 0>> <<set $alreadysocmed to 0>> <<set $dtired = 0>> <<set $dheelpractice to 0>> <<set $p =1>> <</link>> <</if>>

<<if $time eq 3>>It is too late to spend time at the beach!<<elseif $day lte 4 and time eq 1>>I have to go to class! <<elseif $dtired eq 0>>[[Spend time at the beach|BeachRandom]](This action doesn't advance time!) <<elseif $dtired eq 1>> You feel too tired to go to the beach. <</if>> <<link [[Return to Home District|City]]>> <<set $p to 1>> <</link>>

<div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/AWCafe.jpg" height=500></div> <<if $awquest gte 7>> <<if ($day gte 5) and $time eq 2 and $awquest eq 7>> [[Begin your shift as a waiter|CafeWaitress2]] <<elseif ($day gte 5) and $time eq 2 and $awquest eq 8>> [[Begin your shift as a waiter|CafeWaitress3]] <<elseif $awquest eq 9 and $day eq 6 and $time eq 2>> [[Begin your shift as a waiter|CafeWaitress4]] <<elseif $awquest eq 10 and $day eq 5 and $time eq 2>> [[Begin your shift as a waiter|CafeWaitress5]] <<elseif $awquest eq 11 and $day eq 6 and $time eq 2>> [[Begin your shift as a waiter|CafeWaitress6]] <<elseif $awquest eq 12 and $day eq 5 and $time eq 2>> [[Begin your shift as a waiter|CafeWaitress7]] <<elseif $awquest eq 13 and $day eq 6 and $time eq 2>> [[Begin your shift as a waiter|CafeWaitress8]] <<elseif $awquest eq 14 and $day eq 5 and $time eq 2>> [[Begin your shift as a waiter|CafeWaitress9]] <<elseif $awquest eq 15 and $day eq 6 and $time eq 2>> [[Begin your shift as a waiter|CafeWaitress10]] <</if>> <<elseif $awquest lt 7>> <<if $awquest eq 0>> I need to find <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> office and speak with her. <<elseif $awquest gte 1>> <<if ($day gte 5) and $time eq 2 and $alexandraquest eq 3>> I need to find <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> office and speak with her. <<elseif ($day eq 5 or $day eq 6) and $time eq 2>> [[Begin your shift as a waiter|CafeJob]] <<else>> Your shifts begin in the evenings of Friday and Saturday! <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> [[Return to Lobby|Lobby]]

<div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/AWBar.jpg" height=500></div> <mc><i>I don't work here and I don't think I can afford to have fun here...</i></mc> [[Return to Lobby|Lobby]]

<div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/AndreHome.jpg" height=400></div> <<if $day neq 5 and $time neq 1>> <mc><i>I have no reason to be here.</i></mc> <<elseif $day eq 5 and $time neq 1>> <mc><i>I have no reason to be here.</i></mc> <<elseif $day eq 5 and $time eq 1 and $andrequest eq 1>> You arrive at <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> Villa with your swimming shorts tucked into your backpack. You are ready to chill by the pool all morning. You will need your rest as you will be working all evening and night later today. [[Buzz the gate intercom.|AndreMeet2]] <<elseif $day eq 5 and $time eq 1 and $andrequest eq 2>> You walk towards <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> Villa with your swimming shorts tucked into your backpack. The events of last week still linger in your mind, and as you approach, you feel a mix of excitement and anxiety. The influence <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> has on <jessica>Jessica</jessica>—and on yourself—seems to grow stronger with each visit. As you near the gate, you see <jessica>Jessica</jessica> walking towards you, her presence instantly soothing some of your nerves. She looks radiant, her summer dress flowing in the breeze, her smile warm as she spots you. <<JessicaTalk "Hey, $name! Ready for another day at the villa?">> [[Talk with her before going into the Villa.|AndreMeet3]] <<elseif $day eq 5 and $time eq 1 and $andrequest eq 3>> You arrive at <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> villa, the grandeur of the place never ceasing to amaze you. [[Into the villa for a morning by the pool.|AndreMeet4]] <<elseif $day eq 5 and $time eq 1 and $andrequest eq 4>> You arrive at the gate of <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> villa, the tall iron bars towering over you, blocking your view of the house beyond. The air is thick with anticipation, and your heart races a little faster as you pull out your phone to text <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. [[Text Alexandra to declare your arrival|AndreMeet5]] <<elseif $day eq 5 and $time eq 1 and $andrequest eq 5>> You arrive at <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> villa, the grandeur of the place never ceasing to amaze you. You feel nervous about this "special event". [[Go into the property.|AndreMeet6]] <<elseif $day eq 5 and $time eq 1 and $andrequest eq 6>> You arrive at <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> villa and meet with <jessica>Jessica</jessica> at the gates. [[Go into the property with Jessica.|AndreMeet7]] <<elseif $day eq 5 and $time eq 1 and $andrequest eq 8>> You arrive at <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> villa. [[Buzz the gate.|AndreMeet9]] <</if>> [[Return|City]]

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<table style="width:100%"><div style="text-align:center">[[Return to Spa|Rejuvenate & Glow Spa][$spa = "Main"]]</div></table> <<if $spa eq 'Main'>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center"> <tr> <td>[[Change your Hairstyle|Rejuvenate & Glow Spa][$spa="Hairstyle"]]</td> <<if $femininity gte 5>><td>[[Change your Nail Polish|Rejuvenate & Glow Spa][$spa="Nail"]]</td><</if>> </tr> </table> <<elseif $spa eq "Hairstyle">> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center"> <tr> <td colspan="2"><b>Your current hairstyle</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td><<if $currenthair eq "Default">><img src="Images/City/Mall/Spa/Default.jpg" height=300> <<elseif $currenthair eq "BraidedSimple">><img src="Images/City/Mall/Spa/BraidedSimple.jpg" height=300> <<elseif $currenthair eq "HighPony">><img src="Images/City/Mall/Spa/HighPony.jpg" height=300> <<elseif $currenthair eq "LowPony">><img src="Images/City/Mall/Spa/LowPony.jpg" height=300> <<elseif $currenthair eq "LowBun">><img src="Images/City/Mall/Spa/LowBun.jpg" height=300> <<elseif $currenthair eq "SoftWaves">><img src="Images/City/Mall/Spa/SoftWaves.jpg" height=300><</if>></td> <td><<if $currenthair eq "Default">> Your hair is left natural and simple, long brunette locks flowing freely without any styling. <<elseif $currenthair eq "BraidedSimple">> Your hair is styled into a simple braid, neat and elegant, perfect for a casual yet polished look. <<elseif $currenthair eq "HighPony">> Your hair is pulled up into a sleek high ponytail, showing off your face and giving a sporty, confident vibe. <<elseif $currenthair eq "LowPony">> Your hair rests in a low ponytail, relaxed and sophisticated, suitable for both casual and formal settings. <<elseif $currenthair eq "LowBun">> Your hair is gathered into a low bun at the nape of your neck, giving you a chic, understated elegance. <<elseif $currenthair eq "SoftWaves">> Your hair flows in soft waves, adding volume and movement for a carefree, yet stylish appearance. <</if>></td></tr></table> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center"> <tr> <td><img src="Images/City/Mall/Spa/Default.jpg" height=300></td> <td> <<if $currenthair neq "Default" and $money gte 50>> <<link[[Remove any styles for a basic look.|Rejuvenate & Glow Spa]]>><<set $currenthair to "Default">><<set $money -=50>><</link>> Cost: <money>50$</money> <<else>> Your hair already looks like this. <</if>> </td> </tr> <tr> <td><img src="Images/City/Mall/Spa/BraidedSimple.jpg" height=300></td> <td> <<if $currenthair neq "BraidedSimple" and $money gte 100>> <<link[[Change to a simple braid.|Rejuvenate & Glow Spa]]>><<set $currenthair to "BraidedSimple">><<set $money -=100>><</link>> Cost: <money>100$</money> <<else>> Your hair already looks like this. <</if>> </td> </tr> <tr> <td><img src="Images/City/Mall/Spa/HighPony.jpg" height=300></td> <td> <<if $currenthair neq "HighPony" and $money gte 50>> <<link[[Switch to a sleek high ponytail.|Rejuvenate & Glow Spa]]>><<set $currenthair to "HighPony">><<set $money -=100>><</link>> Cost: <money>100$</money> <<else>> Your hair already looks like this. <</if>> </td> </tr> <tr> <td><img src="Images/City/Mall/Spa/LowPony.jpg" height=300></td> <td> <<if $currenthair neq "LowPony" and $money gte 50>> <<link[[Opt for a low ponytail.|Rejuvenate & Glow Spa]]>><<set $currenthair to "LowPony">><<set $money -=100>><</link>> Cost: <money>100$</money> <<else>> Your hair already looks like this. <</if>> </td> </tr> <tr> <td><img src="Images/City/Mall/Spa/LowBun.jpg" height=300></td> <td> <<if $currenthair neq "LowBun" and $money gte 50>> <<link[[Get a low bun style.|Rejuvenate & Glow Spa]]>><<set $currenthair to "LowBun">><<set $money -=100>><</link>> Cost: <money>100$</money> <<else>> Your hair already looks like this. <</if>> </td> </tr> <tr> <td><img src="Images/City/Mall/Spa/SoftWaves.jpg" height=300></td> <td> <<if $currenthair neq "SoftWaves" and $money gte 50>> <<link[[Switch to soft waves.|Rejuvenate & Glow Spa]]>><<set $currenthair to "SoftWaves">><<set $money -=100>><</link>> Cost: <money>100$</money> <<else>> Your hair already looks like this. <</if>> </td> </tr> </table> <<elseif $spa eq "Nail">> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center"> <tr> <td colspan="2"><b>Your current nail polish.</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td><<if $fingers eq "FrenchManicure">><img src="Images/City/Mall/Spa/FrenchManicure.jpg" width=300> <<elseif $fingers eq "LavenderPolish">><img src="Images/City/Mall/Spa/LavenderPolish.jpg" height=300> <<elseif $fingers eq "SoftPinkGloss">><img src="Images/City/Mall/Spa/SoftPinkGloss.jpg" height=300> <<elseif $fingers eq "NudeBeige">><img src="Images/City/Mall/Spa/NudeBeige.jpg" height=300> <<elseif $fingers eq "DustyRed">><img src="Images/City/Mall/Spa/DustyRed.jpg" height=300> <<elseif $fingers eq "PearlWhite">><img src="Images/City/Mall/Spa/PearlWhite.jpg" height=300> <<elseif $fingers eq "DustyRed">><img src="Images/City/Mall/Spa/DustyRed.jpg" height=300> <<elseif $fingers eq "PinkShimmer">><img src="Images/City/Mall/Spa/PinkShimmer.jpg" height=300><</if>></td> <td><<if $fingers eq "FrenchManicure">> A timeless and elegant look featuring pale pink or nude base polish with crisp white tips, perfect for a classic and refined appearance. <<elseif $fingers eq "LavenderPolish">> A soft lavender shade that radiates understated charm and calm sophistication. <<elseif $fingers eq "SoftPinkGloss">> A delicate pink polish with a high-gloss finish, adding a subtle feminine touch. <<elseif $fingers eq "NudeBeige">> A timeless neutral beige polish that enhances the natural look of nails, perfect for everyday elegance. <<elseif $fingers eq "DustyRed">> A muted red tone that strikes the perfect balance between bold and elegant. <<elseif $fingers eq "PearlWhite">> A pearly white polish with a luminous sheen, exuding grace and refinement. <<elseif $fingers eq "PinkShimmer">> A light pink polish with a subtle shimmer, creating a playful and romantic vibe. <</if>></td></tr></table> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center"> <tr> <td><img src="Images/City/Mall/Spa/FrenchManicure.jpg" width=300></td> <td> <<if $fingers neq "FrenchManicure" and $money gte 35>> <<link[[Get French Manicure.|Rejuvenate & Glow Spa]]>><<set $fingers to "FrenchManicure">><<set $money -=35>><</link>> Cost: <money>35$</money> <<else>> Your nails already look like this. <</if>> </td> </tr> <tr> <td><img src="Images/City/Mall/Spa/LavenderPolish.jpg" height=300></td> <td> <<if $fingers neq "LavenderPolish" and $money gte 30>> <<link[[Get Lavender Nail Polish|Rejuvenate & Glow Spa]]>><<set $fingers to "LavenderPolish">><<set $money -=30>><</link>> Cost: <money>30$</money> <<else>> Your nails already look like this. <</if>> </td> </tr> <tr> <td><img src="Images/City/Mall/Spa/SoftPinkGloss.jpg" height=300></td> <td> <<if $fingers neq "SoftPinkGloss" and $money gte 30>> <<link[[Get Soft Pink Gloss Polish|Rejuvenate & Glow Spa]]>><<set $fingers to "LavenderPolish">><<set $money -=30>><</link>> Cost: <money>30$</money> <<else>> Your nails already look like this. <</if>> </td> </tr> <tr> <td><img src="Images/City/Mall/Spa/NudeBeige.jpg" height=300></td> <td> <<if $fingers neq "NudeBeige" and $money gte 30>> <<link[[Get Nude Beige Polish|Rejuvenate & Glow Spa]]>><<set $fingers to "NudeBeige">><<set $money -=30>><</link>> Cost: <money>30$</money> <<else>> Your nails already look like this. <</if>> </td> </tr> <tr> <td><img src="Images/City/Mall/Spa/DustyRed.jpg" height=300></td> <td> <fem>Fem: 6</fem> <<if $femininity gte 6 and $fingers neq "DustyRed" and $money gte 35>> <<link[[Get Dusty Red Polish|Rejuvenate & Glow Spa]]>><<set $fingers to "DustyRed">><<set $money -=35>><</link>> Cost: <money>35$</money> <<elseif $fingers eq "DustyRed">> Your nails already look like this. <<elseif $femininity lt 6>> <mc><i>This is too feminine for me.</i></mc> <</if>> </td> </tr> <tr> <td><img src="Images/City/Mall/Spa/PearlWhite.jpg" height=300></td> <td> <fem>Fem: 6</fem> <<if $femininity gte 6 and $fingers neq "PearlWhite" and $money gte 35>> <<link[[Get Pearl White Polish|Rejuvenate & Glow Spa]]>><<set $fingers to "PearlWhite">><<set $money -=35>><</link>> Cost: <money>35$</money> <<elseif $fingers eq "PearlWhite">> Your nails already look like this. <<elseif $femininity lt 6>> <mc><i>This is too feminine for me.</i></mc> <</if>> </td> </tr> <tr> <td><img src="Images/City/Mall/Spa/PinkShimmer.jpg" height=300></td> <td> <fem>Fem: 6</fem> <<if $femininity gte 6 and $fingers neq "PinkShimmer" and $money gte 35>> <<link[[Get Pink Shimmer Polish|Rejuvenate & Glow Spa]]>><<set $fingers to "PinkShimmer">><<set $money -=35>><</link>> Cost: <money>35$</money> <<elseif $fingers eq "PinkShimmer">> Your nails already look like this. <<elseif $femininity lt 6>> <mc><i>This is too feminine for me.</i></mc> <</if>> </td> </tr> </table> <</if>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center">[[Return to Mall|Mall][$spa = "Main"]]</table>

<<if $p eq 1>> As you slip under the covers and prepare to embrace the realm of dreams, you reflect upon the enchanting evening spent in the company of <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Normal1.jpg" height=500></div> A sense of something extraordinary lingers in your thoughts, a whisper of destiny, perhaps hinting that she just might be the one. After years of harboring an unspoken affection for <clara>Clara</clara>, a devotion as enduring as the Earth's orbit around the sun, despite the heartache of rejection and the shadows of the friendzone, your gaze has now found a new muse. This time, it's a captivating presence that quickens your heartbeats, much like a spirited marathon. You had once despaired of ever finding love in the quaint confines of Newton Haven. Yet, like a cherished bloom in the midst of a forgotten garden, your hopes have now sprung anew, all thanks to <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. [[As you are about to sleep you hear some familiar yet uncharted voices|Clara Night2][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> Amidst faint moans and a rhythmic wall-knock, the voice seems neighborly, but it's not. The voices are clearly coming from <clara>Clara's</clara> room and she is definitely having sex. <<ClaraTalk "Ahh, ahh!!! Oh my god, this is amazing.">> <<linkreplace "Your heart breaks">> <nobr><<silently>><<set $stress +=30>><<Stress>><</silently>> <div style="text-align:center"><stress> <b>Your stress have increased!</b></stress></div></nobr> Your heart breaks, hearing these lewd moans of <clara>Clara</clara>, your first crush, your once dream girl. How many nights have you spent in dreams of her? You find yourself caught in a whirlwind of emotions. Your breath quickens, and a wave of feelings washes over you. A sense of melancholy sets in as you hear your former crush, now clearly entwined with someone new. A louder moan brings your attention back to your room, to your present. <<ClaraTalk "AHHHHH! Fuuckk!!!">> As you reflect on the passage of time, you surmise that <clara> Clara's </clara> intimate encounter must have reached its conclusion. A question pops into your mind;<mc><i> "Will I have to endure hearing her moans every time she brings someone over?"</i></mc> You realize you have a rock hard erection from hearing all those moans. Not wanting to jerk off to your former crush getting railed you <<link [[go to sleep.|Brooke1]]>>with shame.<<set $claraquest = 2>><<set $p to 1>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>> <</link>><</linkreplace>> <</if>>

<<set $stress -=5>><<Stress>> <img src="Images/City/Park/MCJog.jpg"> You go for a quick jog in the park and release stress! <<if $femininity lt 6>><<set $parklowfemsetchoice = $parklowfemset.pluck()>> <<if $parklowfemsetchoice eq 1>> During your exercise you see a woman walking a pack of clouds. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/ParkDog.jpg"></div> <<elseif $parklowfemsetchoice eq 2>> During your exercise you see a woman resembling a cartoon character reading her book on the grass. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/ParkBook.jpg" height=500></div> <<elseif $parklowfemsetchoice eq 3>> During your exercise a gorgeous woman with perfect perky tits flash you. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/ParkFlash.jpg" height=500></div> <<elseif $parklowfemsetchoice eq 4>> During your exercise you see a slender woman playing with a Hula Loop. Your stare makes her lose concentration and drop the object, thankfully she seems playful. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/ParkLoop.jpg" height=500></div> <<elseif $parklowfemsetchoice eq 5>> During your exercise you see a topless woman sunbathing on the grass. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/ParkSunbathing.jpg"></div> <<elseif $parklowfemsetchoice eq 6>> During your exercise you see a vegan woman with a fat ass jogging on the park's track. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/ParkVegan.jpg" height=500></div> <</if>> <<elseif $femininity gte 6>> <<set $parkmedfemsetchoice = $parkmedfemset.pluck()>> <<if $parkmedfemsetchoice eq 1>> During your exercise, you hear an excited chorus of barks growing louder behind you. You turn just in time to see a small pack of corgi puppies sprinting your way, their stubby legs wobbling and fluffy tails wagging with pure joy. Before you can react, they surround you like tiny, furry stormtroopers. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/ParkCorgi.jpg" height=500></div> <<MCTalk "Ahhh! Puppies!">> you squeal, laughing as the first one reaches up to paw at your leggings. Another hops up to lick your hand, while a particularly feisty one grabs the hem of your hoodie with its teeth and tugs playfully. Soon, you're crouching on the ground, giggling as they swarm you, vying for your attention. <<MCTalk "Oh my gosh, you’re all so cute!">> You gush, scratching behind the ears of one particularly round pup who flops onto his back for belly rubs. <b>"Sorry about that!"</b> a breathless woman jogs up, holding several leashes in one hand. <b>"They get a little excited around pretty people."</b> <<MCTalk "It’s okay! They’re adorable!">> You blush at her compliment as she wrangles the puppies one by one, but not before one of them plants a wet kiss right on your cheek. <<MCTalk "Good cardio, huh?">> You joke as you wipe your cheek. You wave her goodbye as you resume your jog, still smiling from the adorable ambush. <<elseif $parkmedfemsetchoice eq 2>> During your exercise, you spot a group of young people gathered near a large oak tree. Their laughter echoes through the park as they spin brightly colored hula hoops around their waists, hips swaying rhythmically to the beat of a portable speaker playing upbeat pop music. You slow down, mesmerized by fun energy. One of them, a woman with bright pink hair and a mischievous smile, notices you staring and calls out, <b>"Hey, you over there! Wanna give it a spin?"</b>You blink, pointing at yourself in surprise. <<MCTalk "Me? Oh, I don’t think I—">> <b>“C’mon, it’s fun! You’ve got the hips for it!”</b> another girl encourages, holding out a hoop. Their enthusiasm is infectious, and before you know it, you’ve jogged over and slipped the hoop around your waist. <<MCTalk "Alright, but don’t laugh if I’m terrible!">> <b>“Never!”</b> Pink-Hair says, grinning. You give it a go, your hips swaying as you try to keep the hoop spinning. At first, it wobbles dangerously, and you almost lose it. But with a bit of laughter and encouragement from the group, you get the rhythm down, the hoop twirling effortlessly around your waist. <b>"Look at her go!"</b> someone cheers, clapping. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/ParkHula.jpeg" height=500></div> <<MCTalk "Guess I’ve still got it!">> You joke, spinning the hoop a few more times before stopping to hand it back. <b>“Anytime you want a hooping lesson, come find us!”</b> one of them says as you jog away, your cheeks flushed and your spirits high from the unexpected fun. <<elseif $parkmedfemsetchoice eq 3>> During your exercise, you pause by a shaded spot under a large tree to catch your breath. Nearby, a group of women—ranging from their early 20s to mid-40s—are gracefully flowing through a yoga routine on brightly colored mats. Their movements are synchronized, each pose melting into the next with a peaceful energy that draws your attention. You stretch your arms behind your head as you watch them, captivated by the way they balance strength and serenity. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/ParkYoga.jpg" height=500></div> <mc><i>I love yoga. It always feels so good to just... breathe and move like that.</i></mc> One of the women shifts into a warrior pose, her confident stance reminding you of how empowered you feel during those classes. You take a deep breath and smile to yourself. <mc><i>And my flexibility’s really improved... Plus, I always feel so calm afterward.</i></mc> Feeling refreshed just from watching, you adjust your ponytail and return to your jog, a renewed sense of calm carrying you forward. <<elseif $parkmedfemsetchoice eq 4>> During your exercise, you pass by two women sitting cross-legged on a patch of grass. Their boho-style outfits—flowy skirts, beaded jewelry, and delicate headscarves—give them a whimsical air. They’re chatting softly, weaving wildflowers into delicate crowns. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/ParkBoho.jpg" height=500></div> As you jog past, one of them looks up and smiles warmly. <b>“Hey there! Care to take a little break?”</b> she asks, gesturing for you to join them.You hesitate but can’t resist their kind demeanor. <<MCTalk "Sure, just for a minute.">> The other woman pats the grass beside her, and you sit down, catching your breath. “You’ve got such a good energy,” she says, holding up a nearly finished flower crown. <b>“Here, this one’s for you.”</b>You blink, surprised. <<MCTalk "Oh, really? That’s so sweet!">> She gently places the crown on your head, adjusting it so the flowers sit perfectly around your hair. <b>“There. That’s lovely.”</b> You touch the crown lightly, smiling. <<MCTalk "Wow, thank you. I’ve never worn something like this before.">> <b>“It suits you.”</b> The first woman says with a nod. You sit with them for a few more minutes, chatting casually before standing up to continue your jog. As you pass by a reflective surface in the park, you catch a glimpse of yourself and the crown. <<MCTalk "It does look good.">> You smile to yourself as you jog away, the small act of kindness adding an extra bounce to your step. <<elseif $parkmedfemsetchoice eq 5>> During your exercise, you take a detour down a quieter trail lined with tall grass swaying gently in the breeze. As you jog past a small clearing, movement catches your eye. You slow down instinctively, your curiosity getting the better of you. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/ParkVoyeur.jpg" height=500></div> Amidst the tall grass, a blonde couple is sprawled on a checkered picnic blanket. It takes you a moment to realize what’s happening, but the unmistakable rhythm of their movements leaves no doubt. The man leans over the woman, his body pressed against hers in a pronebone position, their soft moans blending with the rustle of the wind. You freeze, wide-eyed, your cheeks burning. <mc><i>Oh my gosh... they really think no one can see them?</i></mc> For a moment, you can’t look away. There’s something oddly hypnotic about the sight—their boldness, their abandon, the sheer naughtiness of doing something so intimate in a public space. Your heart races, and a flush creeps over you. Your breath quickens, not just from the run, but from the scene unfolding before you. You feel a pang of arousal building in your body, and you bite your lip, forcing yourself to look away. <mc><i>Nope. Not getting caught staring. That would be way too awkward.</i></mc> Glancing around to make sure no one’s noticed you, you pick up your pace and jog away, your pulse still quickened. As you continue down the trail, you shake your head and let out a soft, nervous laugh, trying to refocus on your workout. But the vivid image lingers in your mind, leaving a lingering heat that makes it hard to concentrate. <</if>><</if>> [[Return to park|Park][$dtired=1]]

[[My Room]] <<ClaraTalk "Hello, how are you today?">> <<MCTalk "Whatsupp">> <<AndreTalk "Hello">> <<JessicaTalk "Hi there hello">> <<AlexandraTalk "Hi">> <<OpheliaTalk "Hi son">> <<ElizabethTalk "Hi bro">> <<BrookeTalk "Heey">> <<AntheaTalk "Wow you have grown so much">> <<JiaTalk "Helloo">> <<DariusTalk "Hi white boy">> <<LiyaTalk "Hi there $name">> <<NicoleTalk "Nice butt">> <<EthanTalk "Nice camera">>

<<set $televisionchoice = $televisionset.pluck()>> <<if $televisionchoice eq 1>> <video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/TV/TVSfw.mp4"/><<set $stress -=10>><<Stress>> <<elseif $televisionchoice eq 2>> <video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/TV/TVSfw2.mp4"/><<set $stress -=10>><<Stress>> <<elseif $televisionchoice eq 3>> <video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/TV/TVSfw3.mp4"/><<set $stress -=10>><<Stress>> <<elseif $televisionchoice eq 4>> <video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/TV/TVSfw4.mp4"/><<set $stress -=10>><<Stress>> <<elseif $televisionchoice eq 5>> <video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/TV/TVSfw5.mp4"/><<set $stress -=10>><<Stress>> <<elseif $televisionchoice eq 6>> <video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/TV/TVSfw6.mp4"/><<set $stress -=10>><<Stress>> <<elseif $televisionchoice eq 7>> <video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/TV/TVSfw7.mp4"/><<set $stress -=10>><<Stress>> <<elseif $televisionchoice eq 8>> <video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/TV/TVSfw8.mp4"/><<set $stress -=5>><<Stress>> <<elseif $televisionchoice eq 9>> <video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/TV/TVSfw9.mp4"/><<set $stress -=5>><<Stress>> <<elseif $televisionchoice eq 10>> <video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/TV/TVSfw10.mp4"/><<set $stress -=5>><<Stress>> <<elseif $televisionchoice eq 11>> <video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/TV/TVNsfw.mp4"/><<set $stress -=5>><<Stress>><<set $arousal +=15>><<Arousal>> <<Arousalincrease 15>> <<elseif $televisionchoice eq 12>> <video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/TV/TVNsfw2.mp4"/><<set $stress -=5>><<Stress>><<set $arousal +=15>><<Arousal>> <<Arousalincrease 15>> <<elseif $televisionchoice eq 13>> <video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/TV/TVNsfw3.mp4"/><<set $stress -=5>><<Stress>><<set $arousal +=15>><<Arousal>> <<Arousalincrease 15>> <<elseif $televisionchoice eq 14>> <video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/TV/TVNsfw4.mp4"/><<set $stress -=5>><<Stress>><<set $arousal +=15>><<Arousal>> <<Arousalincrease 15>> <<elseif $televisionchoice eq 15>> <video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/TV/TVNsfw5.mp4"/><<set $stress -=5>><<Stress>><<set $arousal +=15>><<Arousal>> <<Arousalincrease 15>> <<elseif $televisionchoice eq 16>> <video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/TV/TVNsfw6.mp4"/><<set $stress -=5>><<Stress>><<set $arousal +=15>><<Arousal>> <<Arousalincrease 15>> <<elseif $televisionchoice eq 17>> <video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/TV/TVNsfw7.mp4"/><<set $stress -=5>><<Stress>><<set $arousal +=15>><<Arousal>> <<Arousalincrease 15>> <<elseif $televisionchoice eq 18>> <video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/TV/TVNsfw8.mp4"/><<set $stress -=5>><<Stress>><<set $arousal +=15>><<Arousal>> <<Arousalincrease 15>> <<elseif $televisionchoice eq 19>> <video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/TV/TVNsfw9.mp4"/><<set $stress -=5>><<set $discsydney to 1>><<Stress>><<set $arousal +=15>><<Arousal>> <<Arousalincrease 15>> <<elseif $televisionchoice eq 20>> <<Arousalincrease 15>> <video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/TV/TVNsfw10.mp4"/><<set $discsydney to 1>><<set $stress -=5>><<Stress>><<set $arousal +=15>><<Arousal>> <</if>> <<set $alreadytv to 1>> [[Turn off the TV|Living Room]]

<<if $p eq 1>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Clara5.jpg" height=500></div> <<ClaraTalk "Hi $name! How did the school treat you in its first day?">> <<MCTalk "It was alright. Classes started too quickly for my liking, but I went to a club meeting. I'll probably join; it looks fun.">> <<ClaraTalk "Nice! I met so many people on the first day. College has been exceeding all my expectations. Which club did you join, by the way?">> <<MCTalk "It is a photography club, but the instructor said something about modeling. I guess I'll learn to be on both sides of the camera... Well I need to buy a camera from the city, shit. But being the only man in a room of pretty girls is a good motivator.">> <<ClaraTalk "You were always eyeing the girls in school, including me...">> <<MCTalk "My bad, but come on, I was a hormone-filled teenager. Not everyone's a prude like you.">> <clara>Clara</clara> bursts into laughter at being called a prude. <<ClaraTalk "Haha! Anyway, on a more serious note, there's a party on Friday evening for freshmen to mingle with the whole school. I'll be going, and so will you.">> <<MCTalk "Sure, we can go together. But why so serious?">> <<ClaraTalk "Firstly, we'll go separately. I don't want anyone assuming I have a boyfriend. Secondly, and more importantly, $name, I need you to get a date. Your long crush on me has to end, and I don't want to see you heartbroken. I'm here to live the <b>full</b> college experience. Got it?">> <<MCTalk "Yes commander, I will get a date pronto!">> <clara>Clara</clara> is clearly not amused. <<MCTalk "Ok, I will try to get a date, that's why I joined the photo club. But I told you before, I don't have a crush on you anymore".>> <<ClaraTalk "That's all I wanted to hear. You know I care about you a lot, in a friendly way. I want you to find love and happiness. Don't miss the chances college will give you.">> After a couple of minutes of small talk you end the conversation and get ready to leave the living room. On your way to your room, you see the cracked door of <clara>Clara's</clara> room. [[Take a peek|Clara Night1][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> You peek into her room and realize you never got in there after you moved in together, she always keeps her door locked. You cannot see much at first but what little you see shocks you. You notice a huge dildo stuck on the mirror! <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/ClaraBBCDildo.jpg" height=500></div> The huge black dildo has shiny spots on it... <mc><i>Did... did she use it recently? It's so big, no way such a tiny girl can take it all...</i></mc> You hear <clara>Clara's</clara> footsteps and don't want to get caught peeking into her room. <<link[[Go to your room|My Room]]>><<set $claraquest = 1>><<set $p to 1>><</link>><</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> <mc>You</mc> come across a gym called "Alma Mater Fitness" <img src="Images/City/Gym.jpg" height=500> You get inside and talk to the receptionist. He sends you to talk to one of the trainers of the gym. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/NicoleGym.jpg" height=500></div> <<NicoleTalk "Hello, my name is Nicole, I heard you are joining our membership.">> <<MCTalk "Well, I am not sure yet, this is the first gym I visited, trying to find one between the college and home.">> <<NicoleTalk "Oh, you go to Emeraldglen? We have a special discount for students like you, only 15 dollars a week. You get to use the gym twice a week with all the perks, you also get a personal trainer. You would get me in your case!">> [[You lower your gaze|Gym0][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> You lower your gaze and your eyes meet with the fit and curvy body of Nicole in her short shorts and her cleavage providing sports bra. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/NicoleGym2.jpg" height=500></div> <<MCTalk "Well that is a bargain, who could say no to that?">> <<NicoleTalk "I am guessing you are a freshman?">> <nicole>Nicole</nicole> takes a look at your body and makes a circular notion around you. As if you are a prey and she is the lioness inspecting her game. Before you can answer her question she continues the conversation. <<NicoleTalk "Let me guess, you are really slim and you want to join the gym to get in shape, get a girlfriend quickly in college.">> You stutter, you think how could she read you so well, within moments. <<NicoleTalk "I have been here for years kid, let me say, I know the type. But I think we can help you here. You don't need to lose weight, but you need to get toned in the right places. From taking a good look at you, your glutes should be our focus. Women, love looking at guys' butts, and yours could help you get a girl if we focus on it.">> You had ideas to improve your chest, shoulder and arms... butt? But I guess she is a pro and you already know you have a well defined bottom already. So improving what you already have sounds rational. <<MCTalk "Well, I think I will join the gym, if you will be my PT">> You say flirtatiously. <nicole>Nicole</nicole> brings the paper to be signed and tells you to be here Tuesday and Thursday evenings, every week. Glad getting a gym membership for a discount and getting matched up with a hot trainer who knows what she does you leave the Alma Mater Fitness with joy. Also getting to workout before Friday's party can give you an advantage to get a date! Your gym time slots are <b>Tuesday and Thursday Evenings!</b> You dream of going home and spending the night playing video games in your room! <<link[[Leave|City]]>> <<set $p to 1>> <<set $gymquest to 1>> <<set $time += 1>><<TimeDay>> <<set $foundgym to 1>><<set $gaming1 to 0>> <</link>> <</if>>

After completing great deeds today, you open your laptop to play Legend of Zara: Breath of the Kingdom. The main hero <b><mc>Zink</mc></b> has been your childhood hero and you played almost every game in the series throughout the series. After years of hiatus finally the new Zara game is here and you cannot wait to start it! <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Laptop/LinkGame.mp4"/></div> <<link [[Close the game|My Room]]>> <<set $alreadygamed = 1>><<set $stress -=20>><<set $gaming1 to 1>><</link>>

As you left the building in the college and walking by the big central fountain of campus your eyes got fixed on a girl wearing a checkered mini skirt and a beautiful white top. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Normal2.jpg" height=500></div> In your first week of college, you saw many pretty faces and tight sexy bodies but something you couldn't name set this girl apart from all. Seeing her by herself, you admired her heartwarming smile. Yet a faint shadow of sadness lingered behind her sparkling, bright eyes. With a naive enthusiasm you daydreamed this unknown girl in her bridal gown, as your future bride, as your future soulmate. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Dream.jpg" height=500></div> You try to gather your courage to meet her but she gets up and starts walking after receiving a text on her phone. Hoping to see her at the Freshman Party on Friday, you say goodbye to your dream bride in your mind. <<link [[Leave Campus|City]]>> <<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $arousal +5>><<Arousal>><</link>>

After warming up <nicole>Nicole</nicole> asked you to work on your cardio. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/MCGym.jpg" height=500> </div> <<NicoleTalk "Good job. Now as I said you in our first meeting, I think we should focus on your glutes and legs as a priority. Women always check out men's butts, trust me on this. And if you want to be fit to get college chicks it is the fastest change we can make in your body">> You stutter, still not fully comfortable with how frankly <nicole>Nicole</nicole> speaks. And you reply with reddened cheeks. <<MCTalk "Uhmm, well yeah I want to impress girls with my body. But I was hoping for working on my arms and shoulders. Don't girls love broad shoulders?">> <<NicoleTalk "Yeah many do. But here is the thing kid, take a look at your slim body. It would take months for you to make a difference in your arms and shoulder. But by taking a look at you, your butt and legs are much more defined. You could improve them in a shorter time. It is all about opportunity cost.">> Convinced you follow her lead as <nicole>Nicole</nicole> shows you how to properly squat. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/MCGym2.jpg"></div> Exhausted after cardio and working on your butt you take a shower and leave the gym. <<link[[Leave|City]]>> <<set $gymquest to 2>> <<set $time += 1>><<TimeDay>><<set $stress -= 5>><<Stress>><<set $dtired = 1>><</link>>

<<if $p eq 1>> As you wake up, you remember today there is the big party for freshmen to mingle with the rest of the school. <clara>Clara</clara> was excited for the party before you but seeing that girl by the fountain made this day more important to you. What if you could see and meet her, what if something could start between the two of you. As you were lost in your own thoughts <clara>Clara</clara> barged into your room. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Clara6.jpg" height=500></div> <<ClaraTalk "$name, good morning! We have to get ready for today's party. I will take a shower first; you can go second. Make sure to wear a nice t-shirt and put on some cologne for the night. We can go together but I would like to hang out separately so we can socialize with others. Anyway, off the shower!">> Well, <clara>Clara</clara> is still more excited than you are, as she speaks frantically and rushes to the bathroom before you can talk back. [[Kill some time.|Freshman Party][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> After you kill some time on your phone you go the corridor hoping <clara>Clara</clara> is done at the bathroom. You see the bathroom door slightly open. <<linkreplace "Take a look in.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Clara7.jpg" height=500></div> <<set $arousal +=40>><<Arousal>> You see <clara>Clara</clara> is still taking her shower and you see the crush of your teenage years fully naked for the first time ever. Your attention gets fixated on her tight little ass with running water making it more vibrant and captivating. Quickly you come to your senses and leave before she catches you spying on her.<</linkreplace>> [[Wait for your turn at the bathroom.|Freshman Party][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> The rest of the morning goes without further events as both of you get ready for the party. You see <clara>Clara</clara> fully dressed and with her make-up as you are about the apartment together. Twice today you are struck by her looks. You had never seen her like this in all your highschool years. <<ClaraTalk "I was going to ask you how do I look, but looking at your expression I think I do look good.">> She says with a broad smile on her face as she glimmers with confidence. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Clara8.jpg" height=500></div> Your breath taken away, you just nod and leave the apartment for college. [[Arrive at the College Campus.|Freshman Party][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> <<set $time += 1>><<TimeDay>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/FreshmanParty.jpg" height=500></div> You arrive at the College Campus decorated with lights to create a welcoming atmosphere. <clara>Clara</clara> and you get inside social sciences building to join the party and get some punch and beer. You and <clara>Clara</clara> are quickly separated in the crowd but you come across a familiar face in the crowd. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Jia Normal1.jpg" height=500></div> <<JiaTalk "$name! Great to see you here, let me introduce my friend and dorm roommate Liya to you.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Liya.jpg" height=500></div> You remember this vixen from your photo club, wearing a leather top which shows her bra quite a bit. She waves hello in a friendly manner but it is clear she wants to take <jia>Jia</jia> somewhere else. Before a conversation begins they leave to another part of the hall. Saddened to see them and <clara>Clara</clara> leaving you by yourself you take a sip from your vodka punch. As you drink and take a look around you see someone you had hoped to meet today. You see [[THE Girl!|Freshman Party][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Normal3.jpg" height=500></div> You see the beauty you saw by the pool 2 days ago. With her slit skirt and pout lips she looks out of this world. And when you look at her eyes you see the slight sadness you saw the other day. She might be the most breath-taking woman in the room but clearly her mind is elsewhere. You drink your punch down and get 2 new glasses. Giving yourself a small pep talk and remembering the words of <clara>Clara</clara> to get a girlfriend you walk towards this <jessica>fallen angel</jessica>. <<MCTalk "Hi, you look like you need some company and some punch.">> <mc><i>What kind of a pickup line was that you idiot.</i></mc> The girl didn't mind your awkward introduction and took the glass, bringing it to her lips. <<MCTalk "My name is $name, it is my first week of college, I am new to this town, I don't know anyone and I am talking to the most beautiful woman I met, sorry for being so nervous.">> You smile after being honest instead of trying cheesy lines, your heart beats like crazy till you see her face light up with a smile. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Normal1.jpg" height=500></div> <<JessicaTalk "Hi $name, I'm Jessica. Yeah I need the company, I learned I was getting cheated on this week and broke up with my lover. So yeah, we are both having a shitty week. Thanks for the drink, I needed it.">> <<MCTalk "That's messed up, sorry you had to go through it.">> After speaking to her for almost an hour you learn <jessica>Jessica</jessica> is a sophomore Law student, she lives with her roommate who forced her out of the house to get to the party so she could feel less blue. [[You go inside to get another drink.|Freshman Party][$p=6]] <<elseif $p eq 6>> You have a feeling in your stomach that is very familiar, you are growing a crush on <jessica>Jessica</jessica> slowly. Finding a sweet, stunning girl you can connect with, in the first week of college. You feel you are the luckiest man on the campus tonight. Inside the institute you see a couple of freshman girls with big muscular guys in basketball jerseys. You think they might be the school team, and you see a familiar face in front of the 6 sitting black players. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Clara9.jpg" height=500></div> You see <clara>Clara</clara> with her mini skirt and her lace bodysuit. You are far away from them and cannot hear what they are speaking but the girls start twerking their asses towards the seated players one by one. As the last girl in line <clara>Clara</clara> starts twerking with her body pointed at a particular player. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Clara10.jpg" height=500></div> <clara>Clara</clara> is the center of attention and she seems to enjoy it. You cannot be sure from afar but her bodysuit encasing her nether regions show underneath her skirt as she shakes her ass. <<set $arousal +=40>><<Arousal>> You come to your senses as you feel your erection rising. You decide not to make <jessica>Jessica</jessica> wait anymore and [[get back outside.|Freshman Party][$p=7]] <<elseif $p eq 7>> You spend some more time with <jessica>Jessica</jessica> as you laugh, flirt and talk with each other. The sadness in her eyes seems to be gone for the rest of the night as a new connection brings her up from the depths of her grief and suffering. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> invites you to go to a local concert this Sunday evening. <<JessicaTalk "Well, I was planning to go to this concert with... Hmm, my ex. I would bail out. But if you want to join me, we could go together and have some fun.">> You try to act cool and suppress your excitement for a real date, but you fail. <<MCTalk "I would love to have fun with you! I mean, sure concert would be fun">> As the time passes away and party disperses, you offer <jessica>Jessica</jessica> to walk her home. On your way you keep talking about the new Amazing Woman movie and plotholes it had. <<JessicaTalk "So, this is my place here. Listen $name, I am really glad you came to talk to me this evening. I was in a dark place and you brightened my evening, thank you.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Normal4.jpg"></div> She plants a loving kiss on your cheek, on the corner of your mouth as you two hold each other. After sharing a fun, flirtatious evening the day comes to an end. You swap phone numbers before she goes inside her apartment, leaving you love struck on the streets. <<link [[Go to your Apartment|Clara Night2][$p=1]]>> <<set $metjessica to 1>><<set $arousal +=20>><<Arousal>><<set $time += 1>><<TimeDay>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> During your sleep you see yourself pounding <clara>Clara</clara> into submission! Clearly hearing her lewd moans made you hornier than you realized and you still lust after her! <<set $arousal +=50>><<Arousal>> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/ClaraDream.mp4"/></div> [[Wake up|Brooke1][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> You wake up and go to the kitchen to have breakfast. You hope you will not come across <clara>Clara</clara> but there she is smiling. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Clara6.jpg" height=500></div> <<ClaraTalk "Good morning $name! Oh, I had a great time at the party last night. How was your night?">> <mc><i> Yeah, I am sure you had a great night after the party too...</i></mc> You try not to stutter as you remember your heart breaking last night. She didn't even kiss you over the years you had a crush on her, you were so nice to her and were always there for her. But she brings someone who she just met to her bed. You are filled with jealousy and sadness. <<set $stress +=10>><<Stress>> <<MCTalk "Yeah, mine was good too. I met a cute girl, shared our first kiss already, we will go on another date this Sunday evening.">> <clara>Clara</clara> jumps with joy and gives you a big hug! <<ClaraTalk "I knew you could do it, you are a very cute boy after all! Make sure to introduce us!">> As you finish your breakfast after a very awkward and discomforting conversation [[you get a text|Brooke1][$p=3]] from your <brooke>cousin</brooke>. She invites you to the local park to meet after years of not seeing each other. She learned your enrollment at Emeraldglen College from <elizabeth>Elizabeth</elizabeth>. <<elseif $p eq 3>> You go the park to meet with <brooke>Brooke, your cousin</brooke>. You see her waiting for you. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/Brooke.jpg" height=500></div> You hadn't seen her for years after your <ophelia>mom</ophelia> and your aunt stopped talking to each other. She is only a couple of months older than you but she has grown into a beautiful curvy woman. You are the only person in the family puberty didn't hit radically to change your physcial appearance. You had hoped to grow muscles, get a broad shoulder and chest but you still look like a boy. As you are lost in your thoughts <brooke>Brooke</brooke> sees you and runs toward you! <<BrookeTalk "$name! Come here!">> She gives you a tight hug before you can react. <<BrookeTalk "Oh my god, we haven't seen each other for years. I can't believe it. I have missed you so much.">> You two make small talk as you get to know each other once again. <<BrookeTalk "Well, I didn't even apply to any colleges, there are some other venues I want to try. I am working on creating a following on Swiftgram to become an influencer. I already have about 30K followers but I am sure it will be in the hundred thousands by the summer.">> <<MCTalk "Wow, that is different. What kind of content do you make?">> <<BrookeTalk "For now I was about more lifestyle, beauty tips, you know? But none of that brought followers as much as one bikini selfie. And only in the last three days. I don't know, I am conflicted about which way to pursue.">> <<MCTalk "Well, I follow social media models, uhmm influencers and they get most likes on sultry pictures. But are you sure you want to go that way? It can create problems for you if you want to work in a more serious job later.">> <<BrookeTalk "That's what my mom said too yeah. She doesn't pressure me, she is not a prude like your mom.">> <<MCTalk "Yeah she tried to control Elizabeth during her highschool years by constantly checking on her.">> <<BrookeTalk "Well she also criticized my mom a lot in the past. One of the main reasons they stopped talking and why we didn't see each other for years.">> <<MCTalk "Really? Mom never said anything about it. She always ended the conversation when we asked her.">> <<BrookeTalk "It was great to talk to you but I have some errands to run, wanna meet up here next week?">> <<MCTalk "Sure, I have free time <b>Saturday mornings!</b>">> <<set $time += 1>><<TimeDay>> [[Go home|Brooke1][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> You arrive home and see <clara>Clara</clara> is not home. Deciding to play some video games you start walking towards your room. But curiosity takes over you and you decide to check her room. To your surprise the door isn't locked and you enter the room. You look around and notice the bedside cabinet has its drawer half open. You take a look in and <clara>Clara</clara> once again surprises you with her horniness. You see a unopened package of XL condoms and two black dildos in different sizes. You remember the bigger one, it was attached to the mirror when you took a peek to <clara>Clara's</clara> room. You feel small as you look at these dildos and with a whim, you decide you compare your penis with them. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/ClaraBBCDildo2.jpg" height=500></div> Even next to the smaller dildo, your dick looks significantly small. Compared to bigger one... your penis looks half as big and half as thick... To this moment you had never thought your penis was small, you had always assumed it was average. For the first time an alternative cognition has fired in your brain as you struggle to realize, you might have a small penis. [[Panic sets in.|Brooke1][$p=5]] [[Curiosity takes over.|Brooke1][$p=6]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> Your hands tremble as you slam the drawer shut, the sound echoing in the quiet room. <mc><i>No. This isn’t right. I shouldn’t even be in here. What am I doing? Clara can have whatever she wants, but why does it make me feel so... small? Is this what women like? Am I... not enough?</i></mc> You glance back at the drawer, the image of the dildos burned into your mind. Anxiety grips your chest as you imagine <clara>Clara</clara> using them, enjoying their size, their power—something you could never replicate. <mc><i>I thought I was fine. Normal. But compared to that... It’s no wonder she’s never looked at me like that, never taken me seriously as a man.</i></mc> Your breathing quickens, and your heart pounds against your ribs. The room feels stifling, the weight of the realization pressing down on you. <<set $stress +=20>><<Stress>> <mc><i>I need to get out of here. Before she comes home. Before I think about this any more.</i></mc> <<link [[Go to your room before you get caught.|My Room]]>><<set $p = 1>><<set $time += 1>><<TimeDay>><<set $brookequest to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 6>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/ClaraBBCDildo2.jpg" height=500></div> You hesitate for a moment before reaching for the larger dildo, unable to suppress your curiosity. As you hold it in your hands, its weight and sheer size are almost intimidating. <mc><i>How could anyone... take something this big? And yet Clara has it here. She must have imagined using it. Maybe she even... loves it.</i></mc> You glance down at yourself, comparing. The difference is striking—no, overwhelming. The dildo’s thickness, length, and presence seem to mock your own. <<set $stress +=10>><<Stress>><<set $arousal +=20>><<Arousal>><<set $bbcinterest +=1>> <mc><i>It’s so much bigger than me. Twice the size... no, more. Is this what women want? Is this why Clara sees me as... small? She must have fantasized about this. Maybe she still does...</i></mc> A strange warmth courses through you, a mix of shame and fascination. The thought of <clara>Clara</clara> desiring something so large, so powerful, sends a shiver down your spine. You can’t help but picture it—her being completely satisfied, her needs met in a way you could never deliver. <mc><i>I need to get out of here. Before she comes home. Before I think about this any more.</i></mc> <<link [[Go to your room before your get caught|My Room]]>><<set $p = 1>><<set $time += 1>><<TimeDay>><<set $brookequest to 1>><</link>> <</if>>

<b>Follow the schedule to continue the story!</b> <table style="width:100%"> <tr> <th>Day/Time</th> <th>Monday</th> <th>Tuesday</th> <th>Wednesday</th> <th>Thursday</th> <th>Friday</th> <th>Saturday</th> <th>Sunday</th> </tr> <tr> <td>Morning</td> <td>Psychology Class at College</td> <td>Sociology Class at College</td> <td>History Class at College</td> <td>Economy Class at College</td> <td>Meeting at Mr. Brown's Villa</td> <td>Brooke Meeting at the Park</td> <td>Jia Meeting at City Mall</td> </tr> <tr> <td>Evening</td> <td>Photography Club</td> <td>Gym</td> <td>Date with Girlfriend</td> <td>Gym</td> <td>Work at AW</td> <td>Work at AW</td> <td>Date with Girlfriend</td> </tr> <tr> <td>Night</td> <td>Spend time with Clara at livingroom</td> <td></td> <td></td> <td></td> <td>Work at AW</td> <td>Work at AW</td> <td>Weekly Pay of Rent and Expenses</td> </tr> </table> Your weekly rent and expenses cost <money><b>$upkeep $</b></money> You can click on location images to navigate! Watching porn and TV, playing games, checking social media feed doesn't advance time! You can decrease stress by watching TV, playing games, taking a walk at the park! [[Credits]] [[Return|Phone]]

You try to go to sleep but you remember the moans you heard last night as you get cozy in the bed. You get horny and bothered with this memory. As you are about to fall asleep you hear some giggling in the corridor and a door shutting firmly. Minutes later you hear muffled screams and moans of <clara>Clara</clara>. <<ClaraTalk "Ahh, ahh!!! Oh my god, I love your cock!">> This time you get too horny to resist jerking off. You close your eyes and imagine yourself fucking <clara>Clara</clara>. You imagine <clara>her</clara> jumping on your cock as you jerk your cock. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Clara11.jpg" height=500></div> You go on for a minute or two when you hear... <<ClaraTalk "Yess! Give me that <b>Big Black Cock!</b> I am your little fuck toy! Yeeesss!">> You cum while hearing these words!<<set $arousal -=90>><<Arousal>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/MCCums.jpg"></div> They go on for another ten minutes as you clean up after your ejaculation. You hear <clara>her</clara> moans and the sound of the bed. Finally they are done and you can go to <<link[[Sleep]]>> <<set $claraquest = 3>><<set $alreadymasturbated = 0>><<set $alreadygamed = 0>><<set $alreadyshowered = 0>><<set $alreadytv to 0>><<set $alreadysocmed to 0>><<set $dtired = 0>><</link>> in peace!

<<if $p eq 1>> You meet with <jia>Jia</jia> at the mall and she is accompanied by a brunette. They are both wearing a similar yet stylish black outfit. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/JiaLiya.jpg" height=500></div> As expected by now <jia>she</jia> is with <liya>Liya</liya>. It looks like they are talking something intimate and you notice they are holding hands. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/JiaLiya2.jpg" height=500></div> <<JiaTalk "Hey $name! We were waiting for you, let's go buy cameras.">> <<LiyaTalk "Hi $name, I don't think we properly met. I am Liya, sorry I can be antisocial sometimes.">> You shake hands with <liya>Liya</liya> and you once again realize how pretty she is. Your eyes also go down and you see her sexy legs with a sultry tattoo on her left lower thigh. <<MCTalk "You girls look amazing, no doubt you decided to join the modeling club.">> <<JiaTalk "I am still more interested to be behind the camera but Liya here is really excited to try modeling.">> [[Go to tech store|Jia Mall1][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> You go to tech store and you find an appropriate camera for a beginner like yourself but you are shocked by the price of <money>900$</money>. <mc><i>Damn, it is expensive. It is almost all the money dad gave me... Is it really worth it to join the club?</i></mc> <<JiaTalk "Hey, are ok? You look like you zoned out.">> <<MCTalk "Hmm, yeah. Just wasn't expecting beginner cameras to be this expensive. Did you find any cheaper ones?">> <<LiyaTalk "Well, the cheaper ones are really bad. This is the best one in terms of price-performance. Plus you can use it to make money as you learn to shoot.">> <<MCTalk "Yeah... Well I was always interested in photography, so it would be a good investment in myself, right?">> <<JiaTalk "Exactly, come on we are in college, if we aren't going to explore our hobbies now, when will we?">> <<MCTalk "Yeah, you are right. I was gonna get a job anyways. I can earn the money back.">> <<LiyaTalk "That's the spirit!">> The girls and you buy the cameras and the manager gives you a <money>100$</money> discount as you bought three as a group! <money>Money</money> decreased by <money>800$</money><<set $money -=800>> [[Leave the tech store|Jia Mall1][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/JiaLiya2.jpg"></div> The rest of the morning you spend time at a cafe talking to the girls. You learn <jia>Jia</jia> wants to be a psychologist and <liya>Liya</liya> still is not decided which major to focus. She also looks much more carefree as she gets comfartable around you. Her awkwardness is gone as she habituated to your presence. <<LiyaTalk "I think this club can be a huge oppurtinity for me. I checked on Ethan and he really works with Vixen and a couple of big magazines regularly. If he likes me and my modeling maybe he can make me famous like Mia.">> <<MCTalk "Uhmm, Mia?">> <<LiyaTalk "The Vixen model Ethan showed us. She has more than a million followers on Swiftgram and she looks like she is living in luxury. All thanks to Ethan discovering her.">> <<JiaTalk "This one here has dreams to become a celebrity.">> <<LiyaTalk "Well I have the looks for it, so why not! It would be easy money and big win. Certainly would be easier than studying for four years then trying to get a job.">> <mc><i>So many young girls just want to make money with their looks. First Brooke and now this chick too. A shameful display! But still Liya is hot as fuck and I would love to see her pictures...</i></mc> After finishing your coffee you ask to leave as you are going to a date with <jessica>Jessica</jessica> this evening! <b>You can go to your dates with Jessica from your Bedroom!</b> <<link [[Leave the mall and return to your District|City]]>> <<set $time+=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $stress -=15>><<Stress>><<set $p = 1>><<set $jiaquest = 2>><<set $jessicaquest to 1>><<set $discmia to 1>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $jessicaquest eq 1>> <mc><i>This will be our first proper date after the freshman party, I need to make a good impression! Concert date, it should be easy, we will dance, listen to music. Just don't be awkward!</i></mc> After giving yourself a pep talk you are ready to leave the house and go to Jessica's place to [[pick her up!|JessicaDate1]] <<elseif $jessicaquest eq 2>> <mc><i>I hope we fuck after the event tonight. I already missed her lips on my cock, damn she is so sexy. I need to be better at bed though, I need to last longer tonight.</i></mc> After preparing yourself in your casual outfit and putting on some perfume you text <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. She sends you the location of the fundraising, a law firm downtown. You are ready to [[leave.|JessicaDate2]] <<elseif $jessicaquest eq 4>> You are really excited for today's date with Jessica. Last time you couldn't spend time at her place and you were left longing for her. With the sexting of the last days you are really in the mood for a good time with your girlfriend. You might even bring up anal sex... [[Go to Jessica's Place|JessicaDate4]] <<elseif $jessicaquest eq 5>> The last time you saw <jessica>Jessica</jessica> you saw her accidental selfie to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. With your last interaction with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> you don't just feel jealousy when you think of them, but arousal. You are starting to accept that arousal but it is still making you confused. You text <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and she informs you she is at a nearby cafe, she asks you to meet there. [[Go to the Cafe|JessicaDate6]] <<elseif $jessicaquest eq 6>> After witnessing <jessica>Jessica</jessica> flirt with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, a knot of anxiety tightens in your chest. Today’s date looms over you like a dark cloud, your nerves frayed as you contemplate what might happen. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> is clearly frustrated—frustrated enough to confide in your boss, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, about the most intimate details of your relationship. The thought is like a punch to the gut, leaving you struggling to keep it together as your mind spirals with fear. Fear of loss—of losing your first girlfriend, the one who means everything to you. The girlfriend you gave your virginity to, who’s as beautiful and sexy as a supermodel. It’s a relationship you’ve cherished, but now, that very relationship feels like it’s slipping through your fingers. Jealousy gnaws at you, clawing at your insides as you picture <jessica>Jessica</jessica> with someone else, maybe even <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. Anxiety bubbles up, mixing with the uneasiness in your stomach until you’re practically sick with worry. Your thoughts race, painting scenarios where you lose her, where her frustration turns into something irreversible. The idea of her leaving you, of not being enough for her, is terrifying. You try to shake it off, but the fear lingers, heavy and oppressive. Just as you’re about to drown in your own thoughts, your phone buzzes. It’s <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. <<JessicaTalk "Hi babe, Gianna is out for the day. Come to my place, we need a private space to talk about our relationship.">> Her message is short, but the implications are vast. Your heart skips a beat as you read it, your mind immediately jumping to the worst-case scenario. Is this it? Is she going to break up with you? The thought sends a chill down your spine, but you know you can’t avoid this conversation. [[Go to Jess' place.|JessicaDate7]] <<elseif $jessicaquest eq 7>> You text <jessica>Jessica</jessica> for the meet up. She sends the location of a local cafe, near the city park. [[Go to the cafe to meet your girlfriend.|JessicaDate8]] <<elseif $jessicaquest eq 8>> You text <jessica>Jessica</jessica> for the meet up. She sends the location of a local bar. [[Go to the bar to meet your girlfriend.|JessicaDate9]] <<elseif $jessicaquest eq 9>> You text <jessica>Jessica</jessica> for the meet up. She asks you to come to her place. [[Go to her place to meet your girlfriend.|JessicaDate10]] <<elseif $jessicaquest eq 10>> You text <jessica>Jessica</jessica> for the meet up. She asks you to come to city mall. You tell her you just came back from the mall yet she doesn't change her mind. She informs you she wants to buy a new bikini. You relent and get on your way. [[Go to the mall to meet your girlfriend.|JessicaDate11]] <<elseif $jessicaquest eq 11>> You pull out your phone, thumbs gliding over the screen as you send Jessica a quick text. <<MCTalk "Hi babe, where are we meeting today?">> <<JessicaTalk "Meet me at the bus terminal in 20? I’ve got an idea for our little ‘test’. 😉">> Your heart skips a beat at the wink emoji, curiosity bubbling up inside you. You reply with a quick thumbs up and head out, excitement stirring as you make your way to the terminal. [[Go to the bus terminal to meet your girlfriend.|JessicaDate12]] <<elseif $jessicaquest eq 12>> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> is horny and is waiting for you at her place! Go go go! [[Rush to Jessica's home.|JessicaDate13]] <<elseif $jessicaquest eq 13>> You text with <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and you decide to meet at Mr. Brown's law firm. [[Go to the meeting with Mr. Brown.|JessicaDate14]] <<elseif $jessicaquest eq 14>> You text with <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and she invites you to her place for a sexy evening. [[Go to Jessica's home.|JessicaDate15]] <<elseif $jessicaquest eq 15>> You text with <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and she invites you to her place to talk about the arrangement. [[Go to Jessica's home.|JessicaDate16]] <<elseif $jessicaquest eq 16>> You text with <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and she invites you to her place. [[Go to Jessica's home.|JessicaDate17]] <<elseif $jessicaquest eq 17>> Knowing <jessica>Jessica</jessica> will be at a meeting with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> you decide to text her. [[Text Jessica.|JessicaDate18]] <<elseif $jessicaquest eq 18>> You text with <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and she invites you to a restaurant to have dinner. [[Go meet Jessica at the restaurant.|JessicaDate19]] <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> You go to <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> apartment and text her. Minutes later she appears on the door. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Normal5.jpg" height=500></div> <mc><i>Wow, she looks heavenly!</i></mc> <<MCTalk "Hi Jessica, looking at you I think I am underdressed for the concert. You look lovely">> <<JessicaTalk "Thank you $name, don't worry, I think you look good too. Can't wait to have fun all evening with you.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Normal6.jpg" height=500></div> <mc><i>Look at that figure! Look at those full lips! I am the luckiest bastard alive...</i></mc> <<JessicaTalk "I also really like this band, so let's go. I don't want to be late, you can ogle me later, babe.">> [[Go to concert venue|JessicaDate1][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> You arrive at the concert venue, go through security and find a good view to see the stage. You locate a place not too crowded and get ready to settle down. You still cannot believe you are lucky to date this beauty that walks in front of you. As if she can hear your thoughts she turns to you with a big smile. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Normal7.jpg" height=500></div> You don't talk much during the date as you listen to the concert. You don't particularly enjoy the music but laying down on the grass, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> cuddling and hugging you makes it all good. She rests her head on your lap, your hand resting on her bare belly. Your dick is rock hard and you hope she doesn't notice it. <<set $arousal +=50>><<Arousal>> As you are halfway into the concert she sits on your lap as you hug her from behind. You smell the floral scent of her perfume as your cheeks touch each other. She sways her hips on your lap with the slow rhythm of the music. Now, there is no way she is not noticing your hard dick as it presses to her butt. Thankfully she seems happy with it. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Normal8.jpg"></div> As the concert comes to an end <jessica>Jessica</jessica> give you a kiss on your lips. <b>Your first ever real kiss!</b> You feel lost in the kiss, you are teleported into another realm from the concert venue. <<JessicaTalk "So, can you walk me home please?">> [[Walk Jessica Home|JessicaDate1][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> You expect to go home after you walk <jessica>Jessica</jessica> home but once you get to her apartment she takes your hand and brings you inside. The sun is about to set and it looks like the house is empty. As she leads you to her bedroom through the corridor your heart beats like crazy. <mc><i>Is this really happening?</i></mc> In the room she removes her white top and within seconds you see her removing her bra! <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Normal10.jpg"></div> <mc><i>IT IS REALLY HAPPENING!</i></mc> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Normal9.jpg"></div> She removes her jean shorts and finally you see <jessica>Jessica</jessica> in all her glory. An angel stands in front of you naked, it happened so quickly you cannot even comprehend as you look at her lovestruck. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaSex5.jpg" height=500></div> <<JessicaTalk "Are you ready babe?">> [[Lose your virginity to Jessica|JessicaDate1][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> You quickly undress your top with much anticipation. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> lightly pushes you to her sofa and removes your jeans and your boxers. Your dick, fully erected meets her. After watching porn for years, you were expecting a more lustful reaction from <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, like all the pornstars who were shocked by the size of the cock. But your 4 inch dick failed to create such a response from <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. Quickly she started sucking your dick's head as she hold the rest firmly in her hand. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaSex1.jpg" height=500></div> <<JessicaTalk "Babe, are you ready to fuck me? I am really horny, I wanna cum so bad...">> Lustfully you get up as she lays on the sofa to replace your place. You get on top of her and give her a kiss. She kisses you back and pushes her tongue into your mouth, exploring your mouth gently and playing with your tongue. She slowly gets back, delicately biting your lower lip. <<JessicaTalk "Do it baby, put it in.">> You position your dick and slowly thrust into <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> pussy. Your world changes at that moment, you had never felt this good or this much pleasure. Your cheeks flush as you start to slowly fuck <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaSex2.jpg" height=500></div> <<JessicaTalk "You can go harder babe.">> You listen to <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and start fucking her harder but within a minute you feel like you are about to cum. You slow down and start kissing her to gain your stamina back. <<JessicaTalk "Are you tired? You can lay down and I can go on top if you want?">> Before waiting for your response she switches the positions and gets on top of you. [[Let Jessica Ride You|JessicaDate1][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaSex3.jpg" height=500></div> Jessica starts riding your dick and she leans to kiss you, once again her tongue finds her way into your mouth. Her pussy gripping your dick, her tongue in your mouth, her nipples touching your chest and your hands holding her ass... It is too much for you and you cum in her pussy before a total of three minutes passes. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaSex4.jpg" height=500></div> <<MCTalk "Baby, I am sorry, you are just so sexy and I couldn't hold it.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> looks unsatisfied and disappointed but she acts cool. <<JessicaTalk "Babe, it is okay, I understand... Uhmm, was this your first time with a girl?">> <<MCTalk "Uhmm, honestly, yeah. I am really sorry for finishing early, but I am sure with lots of practice I can get better.">> <<JessicaTalk "Hahaha, nice. Yeah we can have lots of sex and improve your stamina babe. Don't worry. Actually you being too horny for me made me feel real good about myself.">> After some more pillow talk you get dressed and get ready to leave <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> apartment. <<link [[Leave|City]]>><<set $arousal -=100>><<Arousal>><<set $time += 1>><<TimeDay>><<set $p =1>><<set $jessicaquest=2>><<set $virginity to 0>><</link>> <</if>>

<b>Thanks to The Nook Erotica for supporting me and motivating me to develop this project! Thanks to Lobsterman9999 for The Good Son which inspired me to develop my own project!</b> <b>Visual Credits: <clara>Clara: Emily Willis</clara> <jessica>Jessica: Adriana Chechik</jessica> <alexandra>Alexandra: Angela White</alexandra> <jia>Jia: Jia Lissa</jia> <liya>Liya: Liya Silver</liya> <ophelia>Ophelia: Brandi Love</ophelia> <elizabeth>Elizabeth: Elsa Jean</elizabeth> <anthea>Anthea: Savannah Bond</anthea> <brooke>Brooke: Blake Blossom</brooke> <nicole>Nicole: Abigail Mac</nicole> <ethan>Ethan: Johnny Sins </ethan> <darius>Darius: Jason Luv</darius> <andre>Andre Brown: Omari Hardwick</andre> <gianna>Gianna: Gianna Dior</gianna> <charlotte>Charlotte: Jade Venus</charlotte> <eve>Eve: Eve Sweet</eve> <alex>Alex: Alberto Blanco</alex> <marcus>Marcus: Michael-B-Jordan</marcus> </b> [[Return|Phone]]

You have lost all your money and your college journey have ended! A shame :(

<<if $p eq 1>> You see <clara>Clara</clara> in the living room in a comfortable yet sexy nightie. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Clara12.jpg" height=500></div> <<ClaraTalk "Hi $name! How was your weekend? Mine was so goood! College is awesome, I have never felt this free!">> <<MCTalk "Well, it was awesome. Clara, I got a girlfriend, like a really hot girlfriend!">> <<ClaraTalk "Wow, already? I am so happy for you. I wasn't expecting you to get a hot date so soon. Good job.">> Remembering the times you heard her moans through the wall you ask. <<MCTalk "What about you? Did you find someone special at the party?">> <<ClaraTalk "I did. Well technically we are not dating, I want to explore my freedom and myself before I get a boyfriend. But this is really fun.">> You notice her looking down and left, she briefly bites her lips. Most likely she is remembering the "fun times" you heard about. <<ClaraTalk "Anyway. I was planning to start a new series I heard about. Wanna join me?">> <<MCTalk "What is it about?">> <<ClaraTalk "I think it is about a super powered woman fighting crime. I heard it was really progressive and empowering for women. But I am sure you would love the action.">> <<MCTalk "Well I got nothing better to do before I go to bed, so why not...">> [[Watch the new show.|Clara Night4][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> The action scenes in the series doesn't excite you much but the "plot" of the series with the ethereal beauty of the lead actress makes the first episode enjoyable on your end. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/TV/ClaraTV.jpg" height=500></div> You are motivated to continue the series with <clara>Clara</clara> and see Monday Nights as a bonding time with your best friend. Now that you have a girlfriend, you can finally see <clara>Clara</clara> as a friend. Well, a very hot friend. <<link[[Thank Clara.|Clara Night4]]>><<set $claranightchoice to 1>><<set $p to 3>><</link>> <<link[[Flirty Joke.|Clara Night4]]>><<set $claranightchoice to 2>><<set $p to 3>><</link>> <<link[[Nonchalant Exit.|Clara Night4]]>><<set $claranightchoice to 3>><<set $p to 3>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 3>> <<if $claranightchoice eq 1>> <<MCTalk "That was fun, Clara. Thanks for inviting me to join you.">> <clara>Clara's</clara> face lights up with a warm smile. <<ClaraTalk "Of course, $name! I love having you around—it’s way more fun watching with someone else.">> She pauses thoughtfully, then adds: <<ClaraTalk "Let’s make this our little Monday tradition, yeah? I think it’ll be fun to unwind together.">> You nod, appreciating her suggestion. Spending more time with <clara>Clara</clara> feels comforting, even if her casual confidence still leaves you a little flustered. <<elseif $claranightchoice eq 2>> <<MCTalk "I’m not sure what was better—the show or your outfit tonight.">> <clara>Clara</clara> raises an eyebrow, a teasing smile spreading across her lips. <<ClaraTalk "Careful, $name, keep that up and I’ll start charging you for my company.">> Her playful tone makes your heart skip a beat, but you manage a laugh. <<MCTalk "Hey, I’m just being honest!">> <<ClaraTalk "Well, enjoy the view while it’s free. Now, go get some rest. You’ve got a hot girlfriend to impress soon, right?">> You chuckle awkwardly, her teasing leaving you a little flustered as you head to your room. <<elseif $claranightchoice eq 3>> <<MCTalk "Alright, I’m off to bed. Night, Clara.">> <clara>Clara</clara> waves at you with a relaxed smile. <<ClaraTalk "Night, $name. Sleep tight.">> As you walk to your room, you hear her humming softly to herself, clearly content. Her presence feels comforting, and despite the lightness of your interaction, you feel glad to have her as a friend.<</if>> <<link [[Go to your room.|My Room]]>><<set $stress -=15>><<Stress>><<set $arousal +=5>><<Arousal>><<set $p to 1>><<set $claraquest +=1>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> You warm up and start with a run on the treadmill. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/MCGym.jpg" height=500> </div> After you are all sweaty from running <nicole>Nicole</nicole> comes to see you. <<NicoleTalk "$name, your body is really adaptive, lucky genes.">> <nicole>Nicole</nicole> instructs you to work on your belly and waist with crunches and Russian Twist. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/MCGym3.jpg"></div> You feel really tired after all this workout and sit down to catch your breath. You see one of the reasons why so many men join gym. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/Gym/GymGirl.mp4"/></div> You are fully focused on watching this girl's ass as it goes up and down, up and down. <<link[[Admire her confidence.|Gym2]]>><<set $gym2choice to 1>><<set $p to 2>><</link>> <<link[[Focus on how sexy she is.|Gym2]]>><<set $gym2choice to 2>><<set $p to 2>><</link>> <<link[[Focus on how she is out of your league.|Gym2]]>><<set $gym2choice to 3>><<set $p to 2>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 2>> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/Gym/GymGirl.mp4"/></div> <<if $gym2choice eq 1>> <mc><i>Wow, she looks so confident doing that. I wish I had her dedication.</i></mc> You can’t help but admire the way she moves so effortlessly, her confidence radiating as she works out. <mc><i>She looks amazing. So natural, so at ease. I could never pull that off… or could I?</i></mc> A pang of envy creeps in as you wonder if you’ll ever exude that kind of effortless grace.<<set $femenvy += 1>> <<elseif $gym2choice eq 2>> <mc><i>How is she so hot? I need to stop staring…</i></mc> Your eyes keep drifting back to her, captivated by the sway of her hips and the curves of her body. You feel a warmth building inside you, making it harder to focus. <mc><i>Why am I staring? She’s just so… mesmerizing. This is embarrassing!</i></mc> You look away quickly, your cheeks flushing as you try to shake off the thoughts racing through your mind. <<set $arousal += 10>> <<elseif $gym2choice eq 3>> <mc><i>She’s way out of my league. Look at her, and then look at me.</i></mc> A sinking feeling grips you as you compare yourself to her. Every movement she makes only emphasizes the gap between her confidence and your awkwardness. <mc><i>There’s no way I could ever be this hot or even catch her attention.</i></mc> The thought leaves you feeling deflated, the motivation you had for working out more slipping away. <<set $stress += 10>> <<Stress>> <</if>> As you avery your gaze from the girl you see a huge, sweaty, tattooed black man working out topless in shorts. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/Darius Gym.jpg"></div> The dumbell looks heavier than any you could lift yet it seems so easy to him. You realize you are checking the guy's muscles with sweat running down his muscular arms and chests. With this realization you finish your workout and prepare to leave. <mc><i>Why did I look at him for so long?</i></mc> [[Leave the Gym|Gym2][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> On your way to home <jessica>Jessica</jessica> calls you! <<JessicaTalk "Hi babe! Are you free tomorrow evening?">> <<MCTalk "Yeah, I was hoping to see you actually.">> <<JessicaTalk "Cool, I want to go to a fund raising event, one of my professors is organizing it. I had taken an online class from him last year and I thought I could use the event for networking. You know meeting lawyers and some influential people from the city.">> <<MCTalk "Awesome, it could be useful with your future career.">> <<JessicaTalk "Exactly, so would you be my date for the event babe?">> <<MCTalk "Of course! I would love to join you for the evening.">> <<JessicaTalk "Great! See you tomorrow.">> <<link [[Arrive to Home|Apartment]]>> <<set $p = 1>><<set $time += 1>><<TimeDay>><<set $gymquest to 3>><<set $dtired = 1>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> You arrive at the location <jessica>Jessica</jessica> sent you. You are in front of a seven-story building, an elegant sign reads <b>"Brown & Associates Legal Solutions"</b>. You enter the building and get directed into a spacious lobby with connecting offices. The law firm's building seems luxurious with an elegant ambiance. There are many people dressed in high-class clothing which makes you feel uncomfortable in your simple t-shirt. As you walk around hoping to see <jessica>Jessica</jessica> you finally come across her. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Normal11.jpg" height=500></div> She looks stunning in her pinkish short dress. Her full lips sparkle with pink lipstick which complements her dress. <mc><i>Doesn't she have a bra on? Is that her nipple... Damn she is really naughty, I am totally getting laid tonight!</i></mc> <<JessicaTalk "Babe, I am so happy you joined me. Oh I can't wait to meet Mr. Brown in person.">> <<MCTalk "Mr. Brown? Oh I read that surname on the way here.">> <<JessicaTalk "Yeah he is the founder of this law firm. I took a class from him last year but he was abroad so it was an online class. He teaches law at our college, has this company and he is supporting young people from disadvantaged communities. That's what this fundraising is about.">> <<MCTalk "He seems like a really cool guy.">> <<JessicaTalk "Yeah, I am hoping to get an internship at his firm so I need to meet him tonight, can you help me in the conversation babe? I feel so stressed already.">> You see <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> hands sweating. <mc><i>This internship must be really important for her, I should help her get it.</i></mc> [[An announcement begins!|JessicaDate2][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> <b>Esteemed guests, our founder and the organizer of today's event! Mr. Brown!</b> From your position you cannot see where the man is for a while. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> spots him first after a couple of minutes of trying to go througgh people. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, the host of the evening, sits on a chair in his expensive looking gray suit, effortlessly charming a group of high-profile guests. With an air of authority, <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> radiated confidence. His sharp suit and easy smile only added to his commanding presence. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/MrBrown.jpg" height=500></div> <<JessicaTalk "Uhmm, I think this was a bad idea. Why would he give me an internship? Why would he even meet me? Coming here was stupid, look at all the people around him.">> You see this confident woman panicking in front of you. All her insecurities seem to surface and she is ready to run out of the building. In a moment of challenge you hold her hand firmly. <<MCTalk "Babe. Jess. I am here for you, let me introduce you to him. I am sure he will remember you from his class and at worst you can just talk to him then leave.">> With your support she feels less overwhelmed, she squeezes your hand and gives you a smile. <<JessicaTalk "Thank you $name.">> [[Go and talk to Mr. Brown.|JessicaDate2][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> You two navigate through the crowd and get near <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, thankfully by the time you get near him he seems less suffocated by the people around him. <<MCTalk "It's an honor to meet you sir. I'm $name, and this is Jessica. She’s very interested in your work.">> <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> turned his piercing gaze toward you, his smile widening as he sees <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. His gaze returns to you, he checks your casual outfit and looks at you disapprovingly. <<JessicaTalk "Mr. Brown, I've been following your work for months. Your charity's achievements are truly inspiring. I am sure you don't remember me but I had taken your class last semester, when you were overseas.">> <<AndreTalk "Hello $name, Jessica... I remember you. You had the second highest grade in my class right?">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> blushes as <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> remembers her. <<JessicaTalk "Yes sir. Your class was my favorite by far.">> Quickly the topic gets to law, <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> charity and organizational work for disadvantaged communities. As the conversation deepened <jessica>Jessica</jessica> got more passionate about justice and law as you just sat there. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> listened intently, occasionally nodding and asking thoughtful questions to <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. <video loop autoplay src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaDate.mp4"/> <<link[[Sit and listen to them.|JessicaDate2]]>><<set $p to 4>><<set $jessicadate2 to 0>><</link>> <<link[[Be active in the conversation.|JessicaDate2]]>><<set $p to 4>><<set $jessicadate2 to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 4>> <<if $jessicadate2 eq 0>> <<JessicaTalk "So Mr. Brown, how did you get started in law?">> <<AndreTalk "Ah, that's a long story. It wasn't easy, but perseverance and a bit of luck played a big part. What about you, Jessica? What drives your passion for law?">> <<JessicaTalk "I want to make a difference, to help those who can't help themselves. Since I was a child justice was always an important topic for me.">> As the conversation continued, it became clear that <jessica>Jessica</jessica> was captivated by <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> charisma and success. You felt left out of the conversation but remained supportive, knowing how important this opportunity was for her. <<AndreTalk "Jessica. I’d like to discuss your prospects further. Normally I should invite you to my office but it is going through renovation and will not be available for a while. I would hate to lose you to another firm, so would you feel comforable getting to my place so we can talk about potential prospects in your career. I have an office at home.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> seems thrilled but tries to act cool. <<JessicaTalk "Of course sir, I would be honored. Thank you!">> She says with a trembling voice, her anxiety has gone and excitement filled its space. <<AndreTalk "$name was it? I apologize for keeping your date for so long this evening. If you are free please join us this Friday.">> <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> exchanges phones with <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and sends her the home address. <<elseif $jessicadate2 eq 1>> <<MCTalk "I’ve always thought your focus on disadvantaged communities was really impactful. It must be challenging to keep it going." >> <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> glances at you, acknowledging the comment with a curt nod, but quickly turns back to <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. <<AndreTalk "The challenge is part of the reward. But I’m more curious about what drives young minds like Jessica here.">> <<JessicaTalk "I've always felt that justice is about protecting those who can't protect themselves.">> <<MCTalk "Absolutely, and it's great to see someone with so much passion for making a difference." >> Your efforts to join the conversation fails once again... <<JessicaTalk "Mr. Brown, I’d love to hear how you got started in law!">> <<AndreTalk "Ah, well, it’s a bit of a winding road. Perseverance and seizing the right opportunities... And what about you, Jessica? What inspires you to pursue law?">> As they continue talking, you realize the dynamic between them. Every time you attempt to chime in, it’s either politely brushed off or overshadowed by their deepening connection. <<AndreTalk "Jessica, I'd like to explore your future prospects. Normally, I’d invite you to my office, but it’s currently under renovation. How would you feel about coming by my home office to discuss your career in detail?">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> can barely contain her excitement, though she tries to act composed. <<JessicaTalk "I’d be honored, sir. Thank you so much!">> Her voice trembles slightly with enthusiasm. You glance between the two, feeling more and more like an outsider in the conversation. <<AndreTalk "$name, I apologize for monopolizing your date. If you’re free, you’re welcome to join us this Friday.">> Before you can respond, <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> are already exchanging phone numbers, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> beaming as <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> sends her his home address. <</if>> [[Continue the event|JessicaDate2][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> You and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> hang out for a while and finish your drinks. Before it gets too late you decide to leave the law firm. <<JessicaTalk "Babe, thank you so much for this evening. Without you I couldn't gather my courage to speak with him.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Normal12.jpg"></div> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> gives you a romantic kiss and holds you. <<JessicaTalk "Wanna come to my place?">> <video loop autoplay src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaDate2.mp4"/> You look behind her as she seductively walks in front of you. Soon you find a cab and get to <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> place. [[Follow her into the apartment|JessicaDate2][$p=6]] <<elseif $p eq 6>> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> shouts to her roommate but it looks like she is not home. You go to the living room and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> does not waste any time. Her tongue once again finds its way into your mouth. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaDate3.mp4"/></div> <<JessicaTalk "Babe, I was in a dark place after I broke with my ex. I told you already. But I feel so safe and secure around you, thank you so much for this evening. I really want to make you feel good tonight!">> She gets up and sensually removes her dress, revealing she was wearing no underwear for the whole night! <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaDate4.mp4"/></div> Your cock was already semi-erect after the kiss but seeing this sensual stripping in front of you now it is rock hard. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> quickly removes your bottom and gets on top of you. <<JessicaTalk "Warn me when you are close so I can stop this time.">> With these words anxiety sets in, your mind wanders to a potential future where you cannot satisfy your girlfriend. You are brought back to your senses when she takes all of your small dick into her dripping wet pussy. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaDate5.mp4"/></div> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> starts grinding you, keeping all your dick inside. Tonight, she seems much more into it and she feels much tighter. She slowly moans and makes you moan louder with her hip movements. A minute or so passes and you feel the orgasm building up. <<MCTalk "Jess, I'm close can you slow down please?">> <<JessicaTalk "Already? Ok.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> removes your dick from her pussy but leans in for a kiss, your hard dick touches her belly, leaking pre-cum. <<JessicaTalk "I can give you a slow blowjob so we slow down a bit.">> You cannot refuse this proposal in this state. She gets down on her knees and slowly sucks your dick. She can effortlessly take most of your dick into her mouth which leads to more moans from your side. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaDate6.mp4"/></div> [[You are about to cum|JessicaDate2][$p=7]] <<elseif $p eq 7>> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> continues sucking your dick and looks at you with her pretty eyes, never breaking eye contact. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaSex6.jpg" height=500></div> All this is too much for you! Your dick starts twitching as you cum in her mouth. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaSex7.jpg" height=500></div> <<JessicaTalk "$name, I told you to warn me!">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> looks annoyed and unsatisfied with you. It is two times in a row when you came early and it shows on <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> frustrated face. She leaves for the bathroom and returns a bit later. <<JessicaTalk "I am sorry for shouting babe, wanna join me in bed for a while.">> You go to her bed, as young lovers you get under the blankets naked and cuddle. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaSex8.jpg"></div> <<JessicaTalk "Tonight was awesome, well if you could make me cum it would have been perfect.">> <<MCTalk "I am so sorry baby, I think my dick cannot get over his excitement when he sees you naked. I will try to get him under control, I promise.">> Assured with your answer <jessica>Jessica</jessica> puts her head on your chest and hugs in closer. <<JessicaTalk "Hehe, your leg hair tickled me. It is a weird feeling, your hair. My ex didn't have any body hair, so I think I got used to it. Uhh, talking about my ex is not the best way to end a date night.">> You didn't get her to cum and the first thought she gets is her ex! Feeling insecure and seeing her frustration of unsatisfaction you think you have to do her a favor to gain her approval before you go home. <<MCTalk "Would you like it more if I shaved my leg hair baby?">> <<JessicaTalk "Honestly? I think hairy people are really unattractive, thank God you only have on your legs. But no, I wouldn't want to impose on you, it is your body, your decisions.">> <<MCTalk "After tonight's ride, it is something I can do. Swimmers shave all of their body don't they, it must be cool.">> Hoping <mc>shaving your legs</mc> will please <jessica>Jessica</jessica> you decide to buy a shaving kit after the gym. <<link[[Go home.|Apartment]]>><<set $arousal -=100>><<Arousal>><<set $time += 1>><<set $metandre to 1>><<TimeDay>><<set $p =1>><<set $jessicaquest=3>><<set $andrequest=1>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Laptop/LinkGame.mp4"/></div> As usual you play <b>Legend of Zara</b> to wind down after a long day. You play a quest which you have to find feminine clothing to sneak into a town that bans all males! The game doesn't give you much direction but as a loyal gamer of the Zara series you quickly figure it out and find the outfit. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Laptop/GerudoGame.mp4"/></div> <mc><i>Wow, Zink really looks adorable!</i></mc> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Laptop/GerudoGame2.mp4"/></div> "It's such a striking look around here, I doubt anyone would even suspect you're a man!" says the outfit provider and you cannot disagree. <mc><i>Zink looks like a cute girl.</i></mc> you think as you check out his slender midriff. Seeing your childhood hero in this outfit gives you and unexpected erection as you inspect his exotic and erotic feminine outfit. You decide to look for Legend of Zara [[hentai.|Gaming2][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> You quickly find so many erotic visuals of <mc>Zink</mc> and <jessica>Zara</jessica>. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Laptop/ZeldaHentai.jpeg" height=500></div> You slowly start rubbing your dick over your boxers, trying to remember the feminine outfit's name <mc>Zink</mc> was wearing. <mc><i>Ah yes Berido Outfit.</i></mc> You search <mc>Zink</mc> Hentai with the Berido outfit, hoping to see <mc>Zink</mc> wearing it while fucking <jessica> Zara </jessica>. But the visuals you see shock you! <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Laptop/ZeldaHentai2.png" height=500></div> You see <jessica> Zara </jessica> put a lipstick on <mc>Zink's</mc> lips, wearing the Berido outfit with the jewels. He looks like he is wearing a thong... Your dick gets harder as you continue to rub it slowly, the picture has a strong effect on your erection as blood pumps to it. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Laptop/ZeldaHentai3.png" height=500></div> You see a picture of <mc>Zink</mc> in an only exotic panty preparing with his makeup on. His sexy feminine midriff is decorated with a pretty piercing. Seeing this feminine look you are almost about to cum! <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Laptop/ZeldaHentai4.jpeg" height=500></div> You see one last picture of <mc>Zink</mc> wearing an oversized tshirt which highlights his smooth legs which you find oddly sexy. Your hand stops rubbing your bare, hard dick and starts feeling your newly smooth legs. With this new, unknown sensation you start cumming! After you clean up you look at picture of feminine <mc>Zink</mc> and post-nut clarity hits you. You feel ashamed to cumming to a man's image, even if it is a feminine picture. You just came to your childhood hero from your favorite game series, increasing your shame! <<silently>><<set $stress +=20>><<Stress>><</silently>> <div style="text-align:center"><stress> <b>Your stress have increased!</b></stress></div> You quickly turn off the laptop and get ready to <<link[[sleep!|AndreMeet1]]>> <<set $time += 1>> <<TimeDay>> <<set $alreadymasturbated = 0>> <<set $alreadygamed = 0>> <<set $alreadyshowered = 0>> <<set $alreadytv to 0>> <<set $alreadysocmed to 0>> <<set $dtired = 0>> <<set $p =1>> <<set $arousal -=90>> <<Arousal>> <</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>>You wake up with a raging boner. Your first guess is you have to pee but when you tune into your body that's not the issue. Your legs are closed together and tightly pressed into each other. The smooth feeling of your legs and the pressure on your penis lead to this raging erection. <mc><i>Smooth legs must have reminded me of Jessica.</i></mc> You get up and get dressed up as your dick calms down. <mc><i>I hope Jess gets that internship today. Man, I gotta find a job soon. I will be soon running out of money at this pace. Maybe I shouldn't have bought that camera...</i></mc> [[Get breakfast.|AndreMeet1][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> You come across <clara>Clara</clara> in the kitchen and you start talking as you prepare the breakfast together. <<ClaraTalk "Good morning $name. We can't see each other much. How are you doing">> <<MCTalk "Morning Clara. Well my classes seem easy, I found new friends in the photo club, I got a smoking hot girlfriend. Things are looking good. Well I need to find a job soon, so I have that problem. How do you handle money by the way?">> <<ClaraTalk "You know how overprotective my parents can be, she just sends me money weekly. I won't probably have to find a job this semester at all. I can and will focus on partying.">> <<MCTalk "Luck you! Well after finishing breakfast I will go look for job online. If I can't find a job this month I will have to beg dad for money.">> <<ClaraTalk "Oh that sucks. Do you have any skills for a job?">> <<MCTalk "Honestly? No. I was hoping for a part-time waiter job at a cafe. Or maybe a bar? I am sure the town has jobs for students like me.">> <<ClaraTalk "I hope you are not too late and there are still openings. By the way, I will bring a guy home tonight, heads up.">> With this piece of info you stutter and blush. As if she didn't bring a man before... <<MCTalk "Uhmm sure. I will bring Jess home sometime, maybe I can introduce you at some point.">> <<ClaraTalk "Cool. If she is really as hot as you say, don't let her go!">> [[Finish breakfast and look for a job|AndreMeet1][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> You go to your room and turn on the laptop. You check for online job listings in the town hoping to find a part-time job for yourself. . . . All morning and noon you look for <b>one</b> part-time job that is compatible with your classes and your skills yet you find nothing. <<set $stress +=30>><<Stress>><div style="text-align:center"><stress> <b>Your stress have increased!</b></stress></div> Frustrated, stressed and filled with future anxiety you realize you have to leave home to get to <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> house. You text <jessica>Jessica</jessica> to learn the address and you [[leave your apartment.|AndreMeet1][$p=4]] <<set $time += 1>><<TimeDay>> <<elseif $p eq 4>> You are lucky <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> apartment is in walking distance from your home. As you get closer to the location the apartments around you turn into modern luxurious villas, big garages for multiple cars. Finally, you arrive at the location <jessica>Jessica</jessica> sent you. The high walls don't let anyone outside take a peek in. You ring the bell near the garden gate. <b>"Who is this?"</b> says a woman's voice. <<MCTalk "Hi, my name is $name. Mr. Brown had invited me and my girlfriend Jessica here. Did I come too early?">> <b>$name and Jessica... Yes Mr. Brown had notified me about you. Come in, I will meet you shortly.</b> The gate buzzes and gets unlocked, your breath is taken away once you get inside and see <b><andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> villa.</b> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/AndreHome.jpg" height=500></div> You go through the garden and enter the villa, a slender young black lady is there to greet you. <mc><i>Oh, I wonder if she is Mrs. Brown.</i></mc> <<KiraTalk "Welcome $name. I am Kira, Mr. Brown's personal secretary. He has some work in his office and he will join you when he is done. He said you can rest by the pool.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Kira.jpg" height=500></div> [[Go to Pool Area|AndreMeet1][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> You go to the pool area and you see a woman swimming in the pool. You sit on the comfortable patio chair and you watch the woman swim laps in the pool. Soon she is done swimming. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AndreV/AlexandraPool.mp4"/></div> <mc><i>Wow, look at those tits!</i></mc> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AndreV/AlexandraPool2.mp4"/></div> This woman's physique fascinates you. Her curves, her big beautiful breasts captivates your attention. You try to shake this enhancement off of you and realize she is looking for something. You see the towel near you and quickly get it and bring it to this middle-aged beauty. "Oh, thank you. What a good boy you are." she says, taking the towel from your hands. As if you were not captivated by her already, being called <b>"good boy"</b> by her get your cheeks red and your heart skipping. <<MCTalk "Hi, ma'am. I'm $name, me and my girlfriend were invited here by Mr. Brown.">> <<AlexandraTalk "Oh, how nice of Andre. I'm Alexandra, his partner.">> <mc><i>Lucky man! Look at this house, look at this woman!</i></mc> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AndreV/AlexandraPool3.mp4"/></div> She lays down on the lounge chair and you cannot stop yourself from checking her out, from toes to her shining hair. She looks at you and sees you devouring her with your eyes, she gives you a mischievous smile and asks. <<AlexandraTalk "Dear $name, could you get to the fridge and get me a glass of the cocktail in it?">> She points to a mini fridge near the house entrance, on the patio. <<link[[You are eager to please this gorgeous woman!|AndreMeet1]]>><<set $p to 6>><<set $andremeet1firstchoice to 1>><</link>> <<link[[You cannot stop looking at this beauty!|AndreMeet1]]>><<set $p to 6>><<set $andremeet1firstchoice to 2>><</link>> <<link[[You focus on getting the cocktail!|AndreMeet1]]>><<set $p to 6>><<set $andremeet1firstchoice to 3>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 6>> <<if $andremeet1firstchoice eq 1>><<set $sub +=2>> Your heart pounds as you jump to your feet, eager to serve her. The sight of her radiant curves fills your thoughts as you retrieve the cocktail from the mini-fridge. When you return, your hands tremble slightly as you present the drink to <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. She notices immediately, her lips curling into an amused smile. <<AlexandraTalk "Careful, dear. You're shaking. Am I that intimidating?">> <<MCTalk "No, ma’am, I just wanted to bring it quickly.">> <<AlexandraTalk "Such a sweet, eager boy. Andre must’ve known I’d like you.">> Her words, playful yet teasing, send a mix of pride and arousal through you. Her gaze lingers on you for a moment longer before she leans back, sipping her cocktail with elegance. <<elseif $andremeet1firstchoice eq 2>> You retrieve the cocktail, but your gaze keeps drifting back to <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. Her damp skin glistens in the sunlight, and her curves leave you utterly mesmerized. <<set $sub +=1>> As you approach, <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> sharp eyes catch you staring. She smirks knowingly, her confidence piercing through your flustered thoughts. <<AlexandraTalk "See something you like, dear?">> <<MCTalk "N-no, ma’am. I wasn’t trying to...">> <<AlexandraTalk "Relax, $name. I’m used to being admired. But you’re adorable when you’re flustered.">> She takes the drink from your hands, her teasing tone lingering in your mind. You stand there, cheeks burning, unsure of what to say. <<elseif $andremeet1firstchoice eq 3>> You fetch the cocktail with care, your nerves on edge as you bring it back to <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. She takes the glass but doesn’t drink immediately, instead eyeing you with an amused smile. <<AlexandraTalk "Hmm, good posture, polite... Do you always follow orders so well, $name?">> <<MCTalk "Yes, ma’am, I try to.">> <<AlexandraTalk "Good boy. I like that—obedience.">><<set $sub +=1>> Her words make your stomach flutter, her tone both playful and commanding. She sips her cocktail, her approval leaving you breathless and strangely fulfilled. <</if>> <<AlexandraTalk "How old are you?">> <<MCTalk "I am 18, I'm a freshman at Emeraldglen.">> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AndreV/AlexandraPool4.mp4"/></div> <<AlexandraTalk "Oh, you look even younger with no facial hair, and I didn't see any hair on your ankles as you sat down.">> You take a look and you notice your right leg shows a bit of your ankles, clean shaved legs. Before you can continue <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> continues her questions. <<AlexandraTalk "Let me guess, you swim right? Slender body, hairless legs. Do you compete in races?">> <<MCTalk "Uhmm, yes ma'am, that's why they are shaven.">> <mc><i>That was close, thankfully she came up with a story for me.</i></mc> Then you hear two similar voices, one of them is clearly <jessica>Jessica</jessica> giggling. [[Turn around|AndreMeet1][$p=7]] <<elseif $p eq 7>> <<JessicaTalk "Hi babe. Mr. Brown and I had a talk in his office upstairs and he gave me a job as his assistant in the firm. I will be doing my early internship and learn so much from him.">> <<AndreTalk "Don't forget to mention the good pay. I see $name has already met my partner. Jessica let me introduce Alexandra to you. My partner, my best friend and my business associate.">> <<MCTalk "Oh, you are a lawyer too?">> <<AlexandraTalk "No dear. Nice to meet you Jessica, I already met your boy, he is a cute one. I own an leisure complex downtown, hotel, clubs, cafe etc.">> <<AndreTalk "Jessica told me you not having a job $name. I am sure we can help if you need a job.">> <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> says with a hint of pity in his voice. <mc><i>I shouldn't have gone to that fundraising party with a t-shirt. Well I really need a job though.</i></mc> <<MCTalk "Well sir, actually I am looking for a job. I was hoping to get a part-time job in a cafe or a pub but there are no more vacancies in town.">> <<AlexandraTalk "$name, come to Amorous Whims tomorrow evening, the hotel complex I own. I am sure we can find an appropriate job for you. By handing me the towel before I even asked, you have shown me you are a good candidate in the service business.">> <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> brings some cocktails for you to celebrate the new business arrangement. You cannot believe your luck for finding a job after losing all hope this morning. And to work for this beautiful, sexy woman? Even better. After you finish your cocktails <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and you leave <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> home. You don't see <kira>Kira</kira> on your way out. [[Jessica hugs you on the way home|AndreMeet1][$p=8]] and invites you to her place for a quick blowjob. <<elseif $p eq 8>> You two go to <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> place. On your way there <jessica>Jessica</jessica> thanks you so much for pushing her to talk with <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre>. She gives you kisses and never lets your arm go on the way. You enter her apartment and there is a girl in the livingroom, the roommate you figure. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Gianna.jpg" height=500></div> <mc><i>Is everyone hot in this college or am I lucky to come across all the hotties in town?</i></mc> <<JessicaTalk "Hi Gianna girl, this is $name I told you about. We are going to the bedroom quickly, you can meet him later.">> You say hi and wave at her as <jessica>Jessica</jessica> brings you to her room. Quickly she unbuckles your belt and starts licking your dick. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaSex11.jpg" height=500></div> <<MCTalk "Wow you are fast.">> <<JessicaTalk "I want to reward you for being a good boyfriend, so relax and let me pleasure you. No pressure to last this time.">> She starts sucking your dick sloppily, twirling her tongue around your dick head. <<JessicaTalk "Babe, do you wanna take a pic? So you can jerk off to me later...">> <mc><i>She is one hell of a horny succubus.</i></mc> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaSex9.jpg" height=500></div> You take a picture of <jessica>Jessica</jessica> with your dick in her mouth, her dreamy eyes looking at the phone's camera. Seeing the picture on your phone seems unreal, this beautiful, smart and sexy as fuck girl is really your girl. And she is really horny and naughty around you. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> starts licking the bottom of your dick as she keeps the head in her mouth. Rapid tongue flicks quickly drive you to the edge. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaSex10.jpg" height=500></div> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> swallows your cum as the naughty girl she is and to your surprise starts kissing you! Her tongue, which was the landing place of your cum, is now in your mouth! You taste a slightly bitter flavour... <mc><i>Oh god, is that the taste of my cum?</i></mc> <<JessicaTalk "Babe, I think I am falling in love with you.">> These words take all your attention away from the bitter taste in your mouth. <<MCTalk "Baby, I love you too.">> You spend the rest of the evening watching some cat videos in <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> room, cuddling and kissing each other. <<set $arousal -=90>><<Arousal>> <<link[[Go to home with a joyous heart|Clara Night5]]>><<set $p = 1>><<set $time += 1>><<TimeDay>><<set $metalexandra to 1>><<set $awquest to 0>><<set $andrequest to 1>> <</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> <mc><i>Wow what a day! I am getting a job; Jess is getting a job. My sex life is going good, I still need to last more but damn Jess is crazy in bed.</i></mc> You enter your apartment and the lights are closed. As you move in you see the corridor is illuminated slightly. <clara>Clara's</clara> room's half-closed door lets the light out and you hear soft moans of <clara>Clara</clara>. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/ClaraRoom.jpg"></div> <mc><i>Damn it, I am sure she is with that guy again.</i></mc> You are intrigued with the moans and the slightly open door. [[You decide to take a peek in.|Clara Night5][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> You go near the door and you see a huge tattooed black man on top of <clara>Clara</clara>. They are not naked yet, but it is clear <clara>Clara</clara> is already enjoying this too much. You crouch and try to see the action through the opening as the man gets on his knees over the bed. You look at him and recognize him. <mc><i>Isn't he the huge guy from the gym?</i></mc> The huge black guy quickly removes his basketball shorts and starts removing <clara>Clara's</clara> panties. At that point you can take a good look at him. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/ClaraDarius2.jpg"></div> <mc><i>Holy shit, is that cock real?</i></mc> Your mind cannot process what you are seeing. <clara>Clara</clara>, your crush throughout high school years is about to get fucked by this huge man with a huge cock. Your eyes are fixated on the guy's cock as you cannot even see <clara>Clara</clara> properly. <mc><i>Was this the same guy on the previous nights?</i></mc> He lifts <clara>Clara</clara> effortlessly and impales her with his massive member. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/ClaraDarius.jpg" height=500></div> <clara>Clara</clara> starts moaning as he starts hammering her pussy. Her legs start shaking as she cums within the minute. You try to be very quiet, but your cock is rock hard with this live porno in front of your eyes. Seeing your former crush fucked relentlessly makes you filled with jealousy but your fully hard dick suggests no jealousy, just horniness. [[The guy lays on the bed|Clara Night5][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> <clara>Clara</clara> gets on top of the guy and starts riding him. She moans and jumps on top of him. The images of <jessica>Jessica</jessica> riding you the last time flash before your eyes, it was nothing alike to what you are seeing. <table> <tr> <td><div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/ClaraDarius.mp4"/></div> </td> <td><div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaDate5.mp4"/></div> </td> </tr> </table> <mc><i>Damn, Jessica never moaned like this with me, she never seemed to enjoy sex as much as this.</i></mc> <table> <tr> <td><div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/ClaraDarius3.jpg" height=500></div> </td> <td><div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaSex12.jpg" height=500></div> </td> </tr> </table> <mc><i>Compared to mine, his cock is so much bigger, and thicker... Might be even bigger than her dildos...</i></mc> you think as you watch <clara>Clara</clara> get streched by the... <<ClaraTalk "I love your big black cock Darius! Yesss stretch my tight pussy, breed your little bitch!">> Hearing those words make your dick twitch as precum leaks to your boxers and jeans, you rush to your room for release. As you rush into your room, your heart pounds, <clara>Clara's</clara> moans growing louder through the thin walls. <<link[[Jerk off as you fantasize about Clara and Darius.|Clara Night5]]>> <<set $p to 4>> <<set $claranight5choice to 1>> <</link>> <<link[[Jerk off as you compare yourself to the huge black cock.|Clara Night5]]>> <<set $p to 4>> <<set $claranight5choice to 2>> <</link>> <<link[[Try not to masturbate to your ex-crush getting pounded!|Clara Night5]]>> <<set $p to 4>> <<set $claranight5choice to 3>> <</link>> <<elseif $p eq 4>> <<if $claranight5choice eq 1>> The moans coming from <clara>Clara's</clara> room are muffled now but still loud enough to ignite your imagination. <mc><i>Damn it, Clara... How is she enjoying herself that much? I’ve never heard someone moan like that in real life...</i></mc> Your cock throbs painfully in your jeans. You sit on the edge of your bed, unable to shake the image of <clara>Clara</clara> riding the man, her cries of ecstasy ringing in your ears. You grip your cock through your pants, letting the mental image take over. You imagine being in his place, feeling <clara>Clara's</clara> warmth and tightness wrapped around you. But no matter how hard you try, the reality of his size and <clara>Clara's</clara> unrestrained screams invade your mind. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/ClaraDarius3.jpg" height=500></div> <mc><i>She loves it... She’s going crazy for it...</i></mc> <<set $bbcinterest +=1>> Your hand works faster as you picture her bouncing on his cock, her face twisted in pleasure. Her moans echo through the wall, perfectly in sync with the rhythm of your strokes. With a stifled groan, you climax, your body shuddering as you release onto your hand. You sit there for a moment, catching your breath as <clara>Clara's</clara> voice continues to filter through the walls. <<elseif $claranight5choice eq 2>> You rush into your room, your heart pounding as <clara>Clara's</clara> moans grow louder through the thin walls. The image of his massive cock fills your mind, and you can’t stop comparing it to your own. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/ClaraDarius3.jpg" height=500></div> You unbuckle your jeans and let your cock spring free. Staring down at it, you can’t help but feel inadequate. <mc><i>It’s not like I’m that small...right? But compared to him...</i></mc> <<set $stress +=30>><<Stress>> The sound of <clara>Clara's</clara> cries of pleasure sends a jolt through you. You remember how she looked with the big black cock inside her, her body writhing with pure ecstasy. Your hand moves to your cock, and as you stroke yourself, your mind keeps returning to the sheer contrast. <mc><i>She loves it... He’s giving her something I never could. Would Jessica enjoy something like that? Would she...?</i></mc> <<set $bbcinterest +=1>><<set $MCcuck +=1>> The thought makes your cock twitch, and you grip yourself harder, letting the comparison fuel your arousal. <clara>Clara's</clara> moans grow louder, and you can almost hear her begging for more. <mc><i>She’s completely lost in it... I’ll never make anyone feel like that...</i></mc> The mix of jealousy, shame, and excitement builds until you explode, your body shivering with release. <<elseif $claranight5choice eq 3>> You close your bedroom door and sit on the bed, your hands clenched into fists. The muffled sounds of <clara>Clara's</clara> moans filter through the wall, sending a shiver down your spine. <mc><i>No. I’m not going to do this. I’m not going to jerk off to this. This is wrong.</i></mc> You bury your face in your hands, willing yourself to think of something else. But the moans grow louder, more desperate, and your cock throbs in your pants. <mc><i>Damn it... Just stop thinking about it. Don’t touch yourself. You’re better than this.</i></mc> You grab your phone and try to distract yourself, scrolling aimlessly through social media. But the sounds from <clara>Clara's</clara> room keep pulling you back. With a sigh of frustration, you switch over to a short video feed, hoping for anything that might block out the sounds. As you scroll, a video catches your eye: a blonde girl in skimpy black underwear twerking with hypnotic precision. The curve of her hips, the jiggle of her ass—it’s impossible to look away. You tell yourself it’s harmless, just a distraction, but your body reacts instantly, your cock straining against your pants. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Feed/BlondeTwerk.mp4"/></div> You press play, and the video loops, the blonde’s ass bouncing rhythmically. The sounds of <clara>Clara's</clara> moans blend with the visual in front of you, your imagination taking over. You picture the blonde not just twerking, but riding a man—someone bigger, darker, stronger. The image sharpens in your mind: her body moving in perfect rhythm, her moans matching <clara>Clara's</clara> as she’s stretched by a massive, dominating presence. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Dream/BBCTwerk.mp4"/></div> <mc><i>Stop. Don’t think about Clara. Don’t think about… him.</i></mc> But the fantasy consumes you. You stroke yourself to the rhythm of the imagined scene, unable to stop. Your body tenses, and you climax harder than you have in weeks, gasping for air. The video ends, fading to black, but the guilt lingers. <mc><i>What the hell is wrong with me? Why did I…?</i></mc> You close your phone, your heart racing as you try to push the thoughts away. But the image of <clara>Clara</clara>, her moans, and the imagined scene stay burned in your mind. <<set $bbcinterest +=2>><<set $stress +=20>><<Stress>> <</if>> After you cum and clean up, finally the moans stop. You get ready to go to <<link[[sleep|Clara Night5]]>><<set $p = 5>><<set $arousal=0>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 5>> In your sleep you see a nightmare of this <darius>Darius</darius> fucking your lovely girlfriend. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaDarius.mp4"/></div> <<link[[You wake up|My Room]]>><<set $time += 1>> <<TimeDay>> <<set $alreadymasturbated = 0>> <<set $alreadygamed = 0>> <<set $alreadyshowered = 0>> <<set $alreadytv to 0>> <<set $alreadysocmed to 0>> <<set $dtired = 0>> <<set $claraquest to 5>> <<set $p =1>> <</link>> with the anxiety of <darius>Darius</darius> stealing <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, like he stole your crush <clara>Clara</clara>. <<silently>><<set $stress +=20>><<Stress>><</silently>> <div style="text-align:center"><stress> <b>Your stress have increased!</b></stress></div> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/Brooke2.jpg" height=500></div> You meet with <brooke>Brooke</brooke> at the park, she again wears a tight athletic outfit, she looks much happier this week. <<BrookeTalk "$name, you won't believe what happened this week! Last week I had a huge following on Swiftgram and a company already sent me free merchandise. Look at my last post.">> Before you can speak she opens her profile and shows you the latest photo. It is a mirror selfie in a skin tight legging and sports bra. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Profiles/Brooke4.jpg" height=500></div> <mc><i>Is that her camel toe?</i></mc> <<MCTalk "Wow, you look stunning cuz!">> <<BrookeTalk "They liked this post so much! I got so many new followers and likes. Not as much as the bikini one mind you... The company offered to pay me a thousand dollars for a <i>more liberal</i> photo, so they can reach out to more people. Well, $name, I would normally ask my boyfriend to take a photo of me but he is out of town. But you are into photography right, could you help me, I can even pay you hundred bucks!">> <<MCTalk "A thousand dollars for a single post? Damn isn't it too much?">> <<BrookeTalk "Well it is a huge company and I think that is how they try out new influencers. Don't change the subject, can you please help mee?">> <<MCTalk "Sure I can, let's walk to my place, I have a new camera at home">> [[Get your camera and go to Brooke's place.|Brooke2][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> You two soon arrive at <brooke>Brooke's</brooke> place. It is a nicer place than you imagined, a two bedroom apartment, it is cozy yet big as she seems to live alone. <<BrookeTalk "Stay here I will change to the outfit they sent.">> She goes to her bedroom to change as you look around to find a good spot, checking the lighting. <brooke>Brooke</brooke> comes back in the outfit you got familiar from the Swiftgram post and some fitness equipment. <<BrookeTalk "They sent these too, maybe we can show them off as well huh?.">> You look around and find a pose for <brooke>Brooke</brooke>, you tell her to get in the position as you direct her. You remember <ethan>Ethan's</ethan> mannerism and try to copy them yet you fail to create the same effect as he did. In the end you get your first photo ready for a potential post: <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Profiles/Brooke5.jpg" height=500></div> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> takes a look and she loves it. <<BrookeTalk "Wow you are better than I thought $name! I think this works to show the merchandise to my followers. Next we need a thirst trap photo to increase the views, similar to my bikini photo. I'm sure you jerk off to e-girls all the time so I need your expertise here.">> <mc><i>Does she think I'm a perverted simp? Well I watched Clara get fucked last night... I also have a pornstar I'm obsessed with...</i></mc> <<BrookeTalk "So what kind of photo would be best?">> [[Think of a naughty angle|Brooke2][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> <<if $photoskill gte 1>> <<MCTalk "Well, Brooke leggings are great to show off your butt. So maybe a photo focused on showing your butt might work?">> <<BrookeTalk "Uhmm sure but I don't want it too slutty. I want to be able to get good offers from respected companies so I want to show my confidence in myself. But sexy photos bring new followers... Damn it let's take a sexy butt photo. Where do you want me?">> <<MCTalk "I can crouch and shoot you from below, so it shows your butt and you look empowered.">> <<BrookeTalk "Oh, I like it, I have an idea!">> You two get into position and she gives you a really sexy pose. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Profiles/Brooke6.jpg" height=500></div> <<BrookeTalk "Damn $name! This is awesome, I'm sure that is worth a thousand! I was nervous you would make the shoot awkward but you were really a professional, here is the hundred bucks I promised you.">> Well you behaved professionaly, yet your dick is semi-hard from checking your cousin's butt... <<elseif $photoskill lt 1>> <<MCTalk "Well, Brooke leggings are great to show off your butt. So maybe a photo focused on showing your butt might work?">> <<BrookeTalk "Uhmm sure but I don't want it too slutty. I want to be able to get good offers from respected companies so I want to show my confidence in myself. But sexy photos bring new followers... Damn it, let's take a sexy butt photo. Where do you want me?">> <<MCTalk "Uh, maybe... try standing near the window? I think the lighting there could work... or maybe not? Uh, hold on, let me figure this out.">> <mc><i>Why is this so much harder than it looks? How did Ethan always make it seem effortless?</i></mc> You crouch awkwardly, fumbling with the camera settings as Brooke gets into position. The angle isn’t great, and the lighting from the window casts odd shadows over the shot. <<MCTalk "Okay, uh, yeah, that should work. Let me just take the picture now.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Profiles/Brooke6Worse.jpg" height=500></div> <<BrookeTalk "Hmm... not bad, $name. The pose is good, but the lighting is a little off, and the angle... Maybe next time we can try something different?">> She doesn’t seem upset, but her enthusiasm is clearly muted. <<MCTalk "Sorry, Brooke. I’ll practice more—next time will be better, I promise!">> <<BrookeTalk "It's okay! It's still good enough to post, and hey, you helped me out, so here’s your hundred bucks.">> You accept the money, feeling a mix of relief and embarrassment. Your semi-hard dick doesn’t make it easier to shake off the awkwardness of the shoot. <</if>> You two sit down and chat for a while, you tell <brooke>Brooke</brooke> about <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and she tells you about Adam, her boyfriend of 8 months. You leave <brooke>Brooke's</brooke> place, on your walk you reflect on the photoshoot. <<link[[You are happy you helped your cousin.|Brooke2]]>><<set $brooke2choice to 1>><<set $p to 4>><</link>> <<link[[You realize you did most of the work but Brooke will reap the rewards.|Brooke2]]>><<set $brooke2choice to 2>><<set $p to 4>><</link>> <<link[[You realize how sexy Brooke is!|Brooke2]]>><<set $brooke2choice to 3>><<set $p to 4>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 4>> <<if $brooke2choice eq 1>> As you walk down the streets, a smile creeps onto your face. <mc><i>That was actually kind of fun! Brooke seemed so happy with the photos, and it feels good to help her out. I guess I’m not too bad at this photography thing after all.</i></mc> You feel a sense of pride in being a supportive cousin, brushing aside any other thoughts. <<elseif $brooke2choice eq 2>> As you walk down the streets you realize you resent <brooke>Brooke</brooke> a bit. <mc><i>I took the pictures, came up with the angles, found good lighting and got hundred bucks. She stood there, looking pretty and will get 900$! That's not fair, hot girls have it easy...</i></mc> There is a hint of envy in your thoughts that you fail to recognize as you ruminate on the shoot.<<set $femenvy +=1>> <<elseif $brooke2choice eq 3>> Your thoughts keep drifting back to the shoot as you walk down the street. <<Arousalincrease 10>><<Arousal>> <mc><i>I shouldn’t have been looking at her like that. She’s my cousin, for crying out loud! But those leggings... the way she posed...</i></mc> You shake your head, trying to push the thoughts away, but the memory lingers, leaving you flustered and tense. <<set $stress +=10>><<Stress>> <</if>> You need to go to Amorous Whims Hotel complex this evening to talk with <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, hoping to get a job! You check the location on your phone and you learn you need to go to the Downtown Venue by bus! <<link [[Go on your with day|Bus Terminal]]>><<set $brookequest to 2>><<set $money +=100>><<set $time += 1>><<TimeDay>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <</if>>

<div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/AWClub.jpg" height=500></div> <mc><i>I don't work here and I don't think I can afford the entry.</i></mc> [[Return to Lobby|Lobby]]

<<if $awquest eq 0 and $p eq 1 and $day gte 5 and $time gte 2>> You first go to lobby and ask for <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> office. She had already notified the meeting to staff so a security guard leads you to her office. The corridor leading to the office is decorated with expensive art, statues and paintings. Showing the money, influence and power she has. The whole hotel complex seems like it was made for the top strata of the city. You [[knock on the door.|AWOffice][$p=2]] <<elseif $awquest eq 0 and $p eq 2>> You enter the office, contrary to your expectations the office is simpler and less extravagant compared to the corrdior and hotel at large. There you see <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> in a tight white dress showcasing all her curves with her underboob cleavage highligthing her ample breasts. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra.jpg" height=500></div> <<AlexandraTalk "Welcome $name, take a seat.">> She looks happy to see you, you are captivated by her smile and bright eyes but you cannot keep eye contact for long as your eyes go to her chest. <<AlexandraTalk "Do you have any experience in the service sector? Maybe in highschool?">> <<MCTalk "Thank you for having me ma'am. Well, no I never worked before...">> <<AlexandraTalk "Alright, I'm sure a smart boy like you can learn quickly. I have an opening in the Hotel's cafe. You can start as a waiter today if you choose so. Part-time job, we can determine your hours so they don't mess with your classes. But, Satudays are always busier here so I would love it if you could come at weekends.">> <<MCTalk "Of course ma'am, I tried to find work at the town near the college but couldn't. So I would really love to work here.">> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> and you talk about your weekly shifts and determine <b>Evenings and Nights for Friday and Saturday!</b> <<AlexandraTalk "With these shifts you can make 250$ a week, excluding the tips. And most of our clients are really generous when it comes to tipping.">> <mc><i>Well, it is not much but I can cover the rent and expenses. I'm sure a luxurious business like Amorous Whims has generously tipping clientele.</i></mc> <<MCTalk "Thank you ma'am, I will not dissappoint you.">> Trying to not look at her chest you two shake hands and sign a contract. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> leads you to the cafe and introduces you to the manager there. You get your own formal clothing and work at the cafe for the rest of the evening. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/MC Waiter.jpg" height=500></div> During the work you remember watching <clara>Clara</clara> have sex. You get bothered by it and try to supress those thoughts by concentrating on the job at hand. But as you try to focus on your work disturbing thoughts on your penis size come to bother you. <mc><i>Does my size matter to Jessica? She talked about her ex last time, did he have a bigger dick?</i></mc> Struggling to get away from your anxieties you continue to work for the whole evening and night. At the end of your shift your new manager comes to see you and tells you to go to <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> [[office.|AWOffice][$p=3]] <<elseif $awquest eq 0 and $p eq 3>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra3.jpg" height=500></div> <<AlexandraTalk "I heard you did a good job today. Manager said you adapted quickly, as I expected.">> <<MCTalk "Thanks ma'am. I did my best, I'm sure I will get better.">> <<AlexandraTalk "Are you bothered by something $name? I watched you through the security cameras, you looked like something was bothering you.">> <mc><i>She did what?</i></mc> <<MCTalk "Uhmmm, yeah. I was just thinking of all the classes I have.">> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> sees through your lie, you can tell. But thankfully she doesn't press it. In the awkward silence between you, your eyes once again focus on her breasts as you daydream for a second. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra4.jpg" height=500></div> <<AlexandraTalk "You already have a pretty hot girlfriend, yet you lust over your new, older boss?">> <mc><i>Shit! She noticed me ogling. I'm definitely getting tired.</i></mc> <<MCTalk "Ma'am, I'm so sorry. I am just tired and I wasn't aware where I was looking. I didn't mean to disturb you.">> <<AlexandraTalk "No worries, getting the attention from a cute young boy like you does not disturb me.">> <mc><i>Fuuuck! Is she flirting with me?</i></mc> You see <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> play with her hair in a flirty fashion with a predatory look on her face. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra2.jpg" height=800></div> <<AlexandraTalk "You can leave now $name, good work on your first day. See you later.">> She says with an authoritative voice. <<link[[Return to Lobby|Darius1]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $awquest to 1>><<set $time += 1>><<TimeDay>><</link>> <<elseif $alexandraquest eq 3 and $day gte 5 and $time eq 2 and $p eq 1>><<set $sidemenu to 0>> Navigating through the luxurious hallways, your footsteps echo softly on the marble floors until you reach <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> office. Her assistant greets you with a polite nod, and you’re led into the spacious room that you’ve come to associate with her commanding presence. The moment you step inside, the door closing softly behind you, you feel the atmosphere shift. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> is already there, seated behind her large, polished desk. Her eyes lock onto yours the moment you enter. She’s dressed impeccably, exuding authority and confidence. <<AlexandraTalk "Right on time, $name. I appreciate punctuality. It shows you’re serious about making an impression.">> You manage a small smile, feeling a bit out of your depth, but determined to keep up. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> gestures for you to sit, and you take the seat opposite her, your hands resting nervously in your lap. <<MCTalk "Thank you, Ma'am.">> <<AlexandraTalk "We’re here to help you make the most out of your shift today. I mentioned yesterday that if you want to make more money in tips, you need to dress the part. I'm sure you remember. ">> <<MCTalk "Yes, Ma'am. You had mentioned makeup and waitress outfit... Wih the mini skirt...">> <<AlexandraTalk "Exactly, you have some incredible assets, $name. Your legs, your ass—they’re exactly what customers love to see. And if you present yourself in a way that highlights those features, I can guarantee you’ll walk out with far more money than you ever expected.">> You swallow hard, the reality of what she’s suggesting sinking in. You've experimented with wearing a mini skirt and makeup before, but doing that here, in public, while working? Not just in private, but out where everyone can see? It feels like a huge leap, one you’re not entirely sure you’re ready to take. <<MCTalk "I … I don’t know if I can do that in front of everyone, Ma'am.">> <mc><i>What if they laugh? What if I can’t pull it off?</i></mc> Your thoughts swirl with doubt. The fears are almost paralyzing. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> smile is patient, understanding. She places a hand on your shoulder, her touch light but reassuring. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra14.jpg" height=500></div> <<AlexandraTalk "I get it, $name. It’s natural to be nervous, but you’ve already thought about it, haven’t you? You’ve wondered what it would be like. And I’m telling you, it’s not as scary as it seems. You’ve got the looks, and you’ll have my guidance. There’s nothing wrong with stepping outside your comfort zone to explore something new.">> Her words are soothing, yet your mind still has doubts. <mc><i>Well, in my time at college stepping outside my comfort zone never got me sad...</i></mc> <<MCTalk "Okay… I’ll do it!">> <<AlexandraTalk "That’s the spirit, $name. Let’s get you ready to turn some heads.">> [[Alexandra brings her makeup kit.|AWOffice][$p=2]] <<elseif $alexandraquest eq 3 and $day gte 5 and $time eq 2 and $p eq 2>> <<AlexandraTalk "Sit tight, $name.">> She instructs, her tone both commanding and reassuring. You sit back in the chair, your nerves still fluttering but slightly eased by her confidence. She steps closer, her presence dominating the space around you as she begins applying the makeup with practiced precision. <<AlexandraTalk "You’ve got such pretty eyes, $name. We’re going to make them pop even more. Close your eyes.">> You obey, feeling the soft brush strokes on your lids. The sensation of the brush gliding over your skin is oddly soothing, and as she continues, you can’t help but feel yourself relaxing into her touch. Every sweep of her hand seems to erase a bit of your anxiety, replacing it with something new—something that feels like anticipation. <<AlexandraTalk "You have a natural beauty, $name. The kind that doesn’t need much to shine, but with a little enhancement, you’re going to look absolutely stunning. Trust me.">> Her voice low and melodic as she works on you. You feel a warmth in your chest at her words, the praise wrapping around you like a comforting blanket. The fears that had been gnawing at you earlier start to fade, replaced by a growing curiosity about the person she’s helping you become. <<AlexandraTalk "Just a little more... And... Done!">> You open your eyes slowly as <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> steps back, allowing you to take in the full effect of her work. Your reflection in the mirror nearly takes your breath away. The person staring back at you is both familiar and foreign—a version of yourself you’ve only glimpsed in your imagination. Your eyes are vibrant, your lips perfectly shaped and colored, your skin flawless. You look… beautiful. So feminine... <<AlexandraTalk "See? You’re gorgeous, $name. Anyone who sees you this evening is going to be captivated.">> You’re lost for words, staring at your reflection in awe. You’ve worn makeup before, but nothing like this. Nothing that made you feel this… alluring. But <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> isn’t done. <<AlexandraTalk "Now, for your uniform. Put these on, and let’s see how they look.">> She gives you a crisp white shirt, a black pencil mini skirt, and a pair of black wedge shoes. You take the outfit from her, your fingers trembling slightly as you undress. Standing there in just your $panties for a moment, you feel the cool air on your skin, heightening your awareness of the situation. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> watches you with an approving smile, her gaze steady and confident, which somehow makes you feel safe despite your vulnerability. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/AWWork4.jpg" height=500></div> You start with the skirt, pulling it up over your hips. The fabric is soft yet snug, hugging your curves in a way that feels both strange and exciting. The skirt fits perfectly, sitting high on your waist, accentuating your legs and the slight curve of your hips. Next, you slip on the white shirt, buttoning it up slowly, each motion deliberate as if sealing your transformation. Finally, you step into the black wedges, the added height making you feel even more elegant. <<AlexandraTalk "Look at you, you’re stunning, $name. Absolutely stunning.">> You turn to the mirror once more, and the sight that greets you nearly overwhelms you. There, reflected back, is a hot girl—a vision of femininity and allure. Your legs look longer, your posture more refined, your entire presence radiating a soft yet undeniable power. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> moves closer, her hand resting gently on your lower back, guiding you to take in your new appearance fully. In an intimate voice... <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/AWWork6.png" height=500></div> <<AlexandraTalk "What do you see?">> <<MCTalk "I… I see a girl.">> <<AlexandraTalk "Yes, a beautiful girl. A girl who’s going to turn heads and make an impression. A girl who’s going to walk out there and command the room. And do you know what else, $name?">> <<MCTalk "What, Ma'am?">> <<AlexandraTalk "A girl who’s going to make a lot of money tonight. And she’s going to love every second of it!">> <<MCTalk "Yes, Ma'am.">> A flush of excitement rushes through you at her words, and for the first time, the idea doesn’t feel terrifying. It feels… thrilling. You respond, your voice stronger now, the confidence in her words seeping into your very being. As you turn to leave the office, you carry with you a new sense of self—one that’s ready to step out of the shadows and into the light. <<link[[Go and make lots of tips!|CafeWaitress1]]>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <<else>> I have no business at <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> office! <<link[[Return to Lobby|Lobby]]>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> You leave Amorous Whims and arrive home. There is no one home and it is getting late. You decide to give <clara>Clara</clara> a call but she hangs up. She texts <clara>"I won't be home tonight, don't worry."</clara> After your first day at work you go to your room to unwind. Then you get a text from an unknown number: "Clara told me you had a long crush on her, is that right?". You ask who this is but the response is just a picture. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Darius Text2.png" height=750></div> <mc><i>Is that Clara?</i></mc> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Darius Text.jpg" height=500></div> You are so conflicted, a part of you wants to take a look at the photo but another part just feels too avoidant with shame and jealousy. But you cannot stop yourself! <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Darius Text4.jpg" height=500></div> <mc><i>Look at the size of it, he must be the guy from the gym. Fucking asshole, why did he send me this...</i></mc> Your heart rate goes up, your hands sweat... Yet you cannot stop looking at the photo. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Darius Text3.jpg" height=500></div> <mc><i>He must have used a special lens for this shot, right? It cannot be this big...</i></mc> <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> You could only see them from the door so you are having a hard time comprehending the size of the cock you are seeing in the photo. <mc><i>Her fingers doesn't reach around the cock. Fuckkk, it must be really huge...</i></mc> [[Try to close the app|Darius1][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> You fail to close the app, instead you open the photo in the gallery. An idea pops in your mind, an idea that will make you more jealous. You decide to compare this photo with the one you took with Jessica... <table> <tr> <td><div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Darius Text3.jpg" height=500></div> </td> <td><div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaSex9.jpg" height=500></div> </td> </tr> </table> <mc><i>Oh fuck, he is really huge. No way that is comfortable to suck or fuck... Why am I even thinking about that?</i></mc> <<Arousalincrease 30>><<Arousal>> The man doesn't send any more texts and you don't even dare to respond with your reddened cheeks with shame and arousal. Looking at the huge cock <clara>Clara</clara> takes make you jealous, and incredibly horny as your penis gets rock hard. <<link[[You feel so jealous of the man.|Darius1]]>><<set $darius1firstchoice to 1>><<set $p to 3>><</link>> <<link[[You cannot believe the size of the cock.|Darius1]]>><<set $darius1firstchoice to 2>><<set $p to 3>><</link>> <<link[[Be daring and text him back to stop!|Darius1]]>><<set $darius1firstchoice to 3>><<set $p to 3>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 3>> <<if $darius1firstchoice eq 1>> You stare at the photo, your chest tightening as jealousy floods your thoughts. <<set $bbcinterest +=1>><<set $stress +=10>><<Stress>> <mc><i>Clara rejected me over and over... but she lets him do this? Why him? Is it because of his size? That can’t be the only reason.</i></mc> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Darius Text3.jpg" height=500></div> Your eyes linger on the photo, tracing the sheer size of his cock again and again. The more you look, the more the image burns itself into your brain. <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> <mc><i>It’s not just big—it’s unreal. Is this what women really want? Is that why Clara didn’t want me for years?</i></mc> The ache in your pants grows unbearable, but instead of relief, shame bubbles to the surface. You clench your fists, overwhelmed by the tension building inside you. <<link[[Turn on your laptop and go into private mode!|Darius1]]>><<set $p to 4>><</link>> <<elseif $darius1firstchoice eq 2>> Your eyes stay locked on the photo, a strange mix of emotions swirling inside you. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Darius Text3.jpg" height=500></div> <mc><i>There’s no way this is normal. Is it even possible to be that big? But Clara looks like she’s loving it...</i></mc> <<set $bbcinterest +=1>> Your arousal spikes as you imagine her hands barely wrapping around his length. Her flushed face flashes through your mind, and suddenly you feel a pang of desire you can’t shake. <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> <mc><i>I’ve never thought she would be so slutty, letting a man take her photo like this... Could, could she take this all in her mouth? Why am I still thinking this?</i></mc> <<link[[Turn on your laptop and go into private mode!|Darius1]]>><<set $p to 4>><</link>> <<elseif $darius1firstchoice eq 3>> You hesitate, staring at the photo as your thoughts race. Finally, your fingers move on their own, typing out a response. <<MCTalk "What do you want from me? Stop sending stuff like this!">> You hit send, your heart pounding. Almost immediately, the man responds. <darius><b>Relax, little boy. Just thought you’d appreciate seeing what Clara enjoys. You’ve been crushing on her for years, haven’t you?</b></darius> Your breath catches in your throat as you read his words. <mc><i>Why does he know that? Why did Clara tell him?</i></mc> <<MCTalk "Just stop, okay?">> <darius><b>You’ve got no chance, so why not just enjoy the show? Jerk off, knowing a bigger man has claimed your crush!</b></darius> You drop your phone on the bed, your hands trembling. His words sting, each one cutting deeper than the last. <mc><i>Why is he doing this? Why did Clara let him know so much about me?</i></mc> <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>><<set $stress +20>><<Stress>> Your gaze drifts back to the photo on your screen. The sheer size of him, the way <clara>Clara</clara> looks so... into it. It’s all too much, but you can’t stop looking. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Darius Text3.jpg" height=500></div> <mc><i>What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I just block this guy and move on?</i></mc> The room feels stifling, and your heart races as the pressure inside you builds. You’re left with a choice—try to shake this off and move forward, or confront the curiosity gnawing at you. <<link[[You try to get over this and go to sleep without masturbating.|Darius1]]>><<set $p to 6>><</link>> <<link[[You need release and you turn on your laptop to watch porn.|Darius1]]>><<set $p to 4>><</link>> <</if>> <<elseif $p eq 4>> You decide to look for porn as your guranteed way of orgasm. You look through videos of Jennifer, your favorite pornstar for a while. You couldn't get over her sexy body and sultry looks. You find a video of her getting hardly fucked in her lingerie. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Laptop/JenniferPorn4.mp4"/></div> You start rubbing your dick as you watch her spanked and watch her ass clap. But you are too horny to get satisfied with this video, your mind still stuck on the photo you recieved. You start writing her name and "black". But the autofill writes "Bbc", intrigued you click on it and open the most viewed video. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Laptop/JenniferPorn.jpg" height=250></div> In the video you see the biggest dick you have ever seen in porn, being serviced by Jennifer. <mc><i>Holy shit! No way that thing is real. IT must be a camera trick.</i></mc> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Laptop/JenniferPorn22.mp4"/></div> You are fully focused on the cock, Jennifer's fingers don't reach around the cock. Even when she uses both her hands to hold it, they are not enough to cover it. Scene continues by Jennifer in pronebone position, grabbing the sheets for her life as the massive cock penetrates her rapidly. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Laptop/JenniferPorn24.mp4"/></div> <mc><i>I had never seen such expressions from her before...</i></mc> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Laptop/JenniferPorn23.mp4"/></div> The scene once again changes as she gets on top of the man but she is not in charge. The man fucks her roughly and rapidly as she just moans and screams for his "BBC", which you learn to stand for Big Black Cock. Hearing Jennifer scream like that reminds you of Clara's moans... <<link[[You find this just so arousing!|Darius1]]>><<set $darius1thirdchoice to 1>><<set $p to 5>><</link>> <<link[[You feel jealous over Clara!|Darius1]]>><<set $darius1thirdchoice to 2>><<set $p to 5>><</link>> <<link[[You feel this is so wrong!|Darius1]]>><<set $darius1thirdchoice to 3>><<set $p to 5>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 5>> <<if $darius1thirdchoice eq 1>> You can’t stop watching. Jennifer’s every reaction, every moan drives you wild. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Laptop/JenniferPorn23.mp4"/></div> <mc><i>I can’t believe how intense this is... She looks like she’s losing herself completely. This is insane...</i></mc> <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> Your arousal peaks as you imagine yourself in such a situation, losing all control of your thoughts and letting the sheer pleasure take over. You don’t even notice when you climax, completely overwhelmed by the sensations. <<set $bbcinterest +=1>> <<elseif $darius1thirdchoice eq 2>> Jennifer’s pleasure makes you think of <clara>Clara</clara> again. You can’t shake the image of her with <darius>Darius</darius>, moaning in the same way. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Laptop/JenniferPorn23.mp4"/></div> <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> <mc><i>That should’ve been me with her. She rejected me for someone like him... for that! I’ll never be enough, will I?</i></mc> <<set $stress +=10>><<Stress>> You feel a pang of jealousy deep in your chest, and it only drives you to climax harder, as if trying to drown the frustration in your own release. But it leaves you bitter and tense. <<elseif $darius1thirdchoice eq 3>> Your heart races, but not entirely from arousal. Watching Jennifer like this, especially after seeing <clara>Clara's</clara> photo, makes you feel dirty. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Laptop/JenniferPorn23.mp4"/></div> <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> <mc><i>This isn’t me. Why am I even watching this? I should stop, but I can’t... Why can’t I?</i></mc> <<set $stress +=20>><<Stress>> Despite your internal conflict, your body betrays you, leading to a release that feels tainted and hollow.<<set $bbcinterest +=1>> <</if>> You sit back in your chair, staring at the screen as the video continues playing. Your body feels spent, but your mind churns with thoughts you can’t escape. Post-nut clarity hits you hard! <mc><i>What is wrong with me? Why did I let this get to me like that?</i></mc> <<BisexualityIncrease 1>> <b>You can now look for interracial porn on your laptop!</b> <<link[[Clean up and get ready for bed.|My Room]]>><<set $bbcpornunlocked to 1>><<set $p to 1>><<set $dariusevent to 1>><<set $arousal -=100>><<Arousal>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 6>> You toss your phone onto the nightstand and lie back on your bed, staring at the ceiling. The image of the photo lingers in your mind, no matter how hard you try to shake it off. <mc><i>I just need to sleep. Forget about this. Just forget.</i></mc> You close your eyes, but the photo replays vividly behind your eyelids—<clara>Clara's</clara> lips, her hands struggling to grip him, the sheer size that made you feel so small in comparison. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DaydreamClara.jpg" height=500></div> <mc><i>Stop. Just stop thinking about it.</i></mc> <<set $stress +10>><<Stress>> You shift uncomfortably, rolling onto your side, then your stomach, but nothing helps. The tension in your chest builds, radiating downward as you grow more restless. <mc><i>Why can’t I let this go? It’s not even my business... but Clara looked so...</i></mc> The thought of her, paired with the image of that massive cock, makes your arousal spike uncontrollably. Your body betrays you, growing harder with every passing second, making it impossible to focus on anything else. You sit up abruptly, running your hands through your hair. <mc><i>This is ridiculous. I need to stop obsessing over this. Maybe some water or a distraction...</i></mc> But as you glance at your laptop across the room, an idea creeps into your mind. <mc><i>No... I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t.</i></mc> You bite your lip, but your feet move on their own. Moments later, you’re sitting in front of the screen, your hands trembling as you open the browser. <mc><i>I’ll just... look for a second. Just to satisfy my curiosity.</i></mc> <<link[[You need release and you turn on your laptop to watch porn.|Darius1]]>><<set $p to 4>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> You meet with <jia>Jia</jia> at the mall to hangout. She looks as pretty as always. <<JiaTalk "Hi $name! I need to buy something, later we can get a coffee if you want.">> <<MCTalk "Sure, is Liya coming too?">> <<JiaTalk "No she couldn't wake up early. So I'm gonna buy some beauty products. Some new nail polish, etc. Liya lets me work on my makeup skills on her and she wanted some manicure later today.">> <<MCTalk "So you two are pretty close huh?">> <<JiaTalk "Yeah, we went to same highschool and now are roommates. As close as we can get I guess.">> <<MCTalk "Cool, my roommate is a friend from highschool too, her name is Clara.">> <<JiaTalk "Oh, living with a girl huh, lucky you.">> <<MCTalk "Hehe, we are just friends but I have a new girlfriend from college.">> <<JiaTalk "Ohh, you are fast. Is she cute?">> <<MCTalk "Yeah, cutest.">> As you chat along with <jia>Jia</jia> you two enter Sensual Selections a store which sells intimate wear and beauty products for women. You feel weird for being there at first but Jia's enthusiasm on makeup and manicure keeps you engaged somewhat. After a while <jia>Jia</jia> finds what she wants to purchase and you are done in the store. <<JiaTalk "Sorry I took so much time, I thought I would be faster. So to save time, why don't we go to my place. I can make you coffee as promised and can work on Liya's fingernails as you drink it.">> <<MCTalk "Uhm, sure why not, I can join you two.">> [[Go to Jia and Liya's place|Jia Mall2][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> You arrive at <jia>Jia's</jia> place. It is an average 2 room house similar to your own. You two go into the livingroom and see <liya>Liya</liya> laying on the sofa. <<LiyaTalk "Hi $name, I was not expecting to see you here. I thought you were gonna hang out at the mall with Jia.">> <<MCTalk "That was the plan but she invited me here for a coffee, I hope I don't bother you.">> <<LiyaTalk "No problem, as long as I get the manicure I was promised.">> <<JiaTalk "I will prepare the coffee for $name, later we can start on it.">> <<LiyaTalk "So $name, do you want your fingernails done too?">> <<MCTalk "Uhmm, I don't think so.">> <jia>Jia</jia> comes with the coffe and soon starts working on <liya>Liya</liya>. [[Drink your coffee|Jia Mall2][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> After some time passes the girls are done and <liya>Liya</liya> looks delighted with the work <jia>Jia</jia> did. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/LiyaHands.jpg"></div> <<LiyaTalk "Girlll, they look awesome. You are really good at this stuff. I will not spend a dime on the beauty saloon anymore.">> <<JiaTalk "Hehe, I will need some other kind of payment from you...">> The girls look at each other in a flirty manner. You get suspicious about how close they really are. <<JiaTalk "So, $name. Can you let me do some manicure on you too? I want to improve my skills and I still don't have many friends I can practice on. Pretty please?">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Jia Normal3.jpg" height=500></div> <jia>Jia</jia> looks at you with puppy-dog eyes. Her beautiful smile and her gaze breaks down your defenses. <mc><i>What's the worst thing that can happen huh, it would go away in a day or two at worst.</i></mc> <<MCTalk "Okay, you win. You can work on my fingers. But no pink polish like Liya's.">> [[Let Jia do her magic|Jia Mall2][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> As <jia>Jia</jia> works on your fingers you three chat for a while. <<LiyaTalk "Remember Mia the model? Soo, I stalked her online for a while this week and I think she is sleeping with Ethan.">> <<JiaTalk "Gross, isn't he like in his forties? I'm sure he took advantage of the poor girl.">> <<LiyaTalk "Maybe she took advantage of him to shoot up her career, can't know.">> <<MCTalk "Isn't it more likely the man with the power and network took advantage of the wanna be model?">> <<LiyaTalk "Does he need to be sinister like that? Two adults made choices to benefit each other right? Mia got rich and famous, Ethan got laid with a model. Win-win right?">> <<JiaTalk "So you would sleep with Ethan to get famous huh?">> You can clearly sense the criticisim in <jia>Jia's</jia> tone and voice as she gets distracted from your fingernails. You decide to lighten the mood. <<MCTalk "Why did the model break up with the photographer?">> <<JiaTalk "What?">> <<LiyaTalk "Ok, I will play along, why?">> <<MCTalk "He had too many negatives! Ba-dum-tss">> Contrary to your expectation <liya>Liya</liya> laughs at your silly joke and her hand brushes your arm as she laughs. <<LiyaTalk "Wow $name, your skin is so soft. Do you use any products?">> <<MCTalk "Uhmm no. But thanks I guess.">> <liya>Liya</liya> pets your cheek with the back of her hand as <jia>Jia</jia> continues the manicure. But you are complety lost with the touch on your cheek. With that touch you realize you are between two gorgeous girls and they act so kindly and lovingly to you. Sure you had a good friendship with <clara>Clara</clara> for many years but she never gave you the kind of attention and touch these two girls do now. You feel safe and cared for. <liya>Liya's</liya> words bring your attention back to the broader context. <<LiyaTalk "Your face is so soft too. Come on you gotta tell me what products you use.">> <<MCTalk "Hehe, really I use nothing.">> <liya>Liya</liya> gets up, takes a good look at you from a bit afar. <<LiyaTalk "You can be a model too $name. Your body is really slender, you look fit, your skin is good.">> <<MCTalk "Really? Thanks... But I don't think I have what it takes. All the men have broad shoulders, big arms, six pack. I have none of them to be a real model...">> <<LiyaTalk "You don't need those to be a model. There are many men like you and there are many slender models like you, just check any online clothing store. You are pretty in your own way $name.">> You blush with <liya>Liya's</liya> compliments and encouragement. <mc><i>Pretty huh?</i></mc> <<JiaTalk "I'm done">> You realize you didn't look at your hands as <jia>Jia</jia> was working on them as you were distracted by your conversation with <liya>Liya</liya>. You look at your hands! <<set $fingers to "FrenchManicure">><<set $fingersbeauty to 1>><<Beauty>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Mall/Spa/FrenchManicure.jpg" width=250></div> <<link[[You are shocked by what you see and anger rises within you!|Jia Mall2]]>><<set $jiamallchoice to 1>><<set $p to 5>><</link>> <<link[[You cope with humor!|Jia Mall2]]>><<set $jiamallchoice to 2>><<set $p to 5>><</link>> <<link[[You feel overwhelmed but feel curious!|Jia Mall2]]>><<set $jiamallchoice to 3>><<set $p to 5>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 5>> <<if $jiamallchoice eq 1>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Mall/Spa/FrenchManicure.jpg" width=250></div> You look at your fingers and are in shock. They look beautiful but so feminine with the manicure and the light pink polish. <<MCTalk "Hey, I told you not to do the polish Jia!">> <<JiaTalk "I know but I knew it would look so good on your delicate fingers. Come on you cannot say it looks bad on you!">> <<LiyaTalk "Yeah they look great on you $name. If you don't like them you can just remove them once you go home. Try to be more open minded...">> <<MCTalk "Sorry for shouting, I... my hands now look like a girl's...">> <<JiaTalk "Oh come on don't be bigoted, do you like them or not. Regardless of your gender norms. Don't they look pretty?">> You are still angry as <jia>Jia</jia> transgressed your boundaries, yet she is right. You agree with her, your hands never looked so <beauty>pretty</beauty>. <<MCTalk "Well it doesn't look bad at all. And the color is really light so it doesn't stand out does it?">> <<LiyaTalk "Nah, it looks just right don't worry.">> <<JiaTalk "Soo, did you like it $name?">> <<MCTalk "Uhmmm, yeah I guess. It looks better, I had never got manicure before. My mom brought my sis to her spa days but my dad and I went to hunting trips those days...">> <<LiyaTalk "Aww, do you want to go to the spa with us, maybe next week?">> <<JiaTalk "Well gender roles impose being rugged to so many men they are not used to pretty things. And yeah, we should have a spa day next week $name.">> <<elseif $jiamallchoice eq 2>> You look at your fingers and laugh nervously. They look beautiful and surprisingly elegant with the light pink polish. <<MCTalk "Well... I guess I have hands ready for the runway now. Maybe I should start charging for hand modeling gigs.">> <<JiaTalk "See? I knew you’d come around! You have great fingers for this—delicate and smooth.">> <<LiyaTalk "Totally. Your hands could sell jewelry or expensive watches. Just imagine them in some sleek ad.">> <<MCTalk "Haha, you two are really hyping me up. Okay, I’ll admit it looks... nice. But don’t tell anyone about this, alright?">> <<JiaTalk "Deal! But only if you let me take a picture of them for my portfolio.">> <<MCTalk "Fine, but no tagging me. I have a reputation to maintain.">> You glance down at your hands again. They do look stunning, and deep down, you can't deny you enjoy the compliments. <mc><i>Maybe it’s not so bad after all...</i></mc> <<MCTalk "I had never got manicure before. My mom brought my sis to her spa days but my dad and I went to hunting trips those days...">> <<LiyaTalk "Aww, do you want to go to the spa with us, maybe next week?">> <<JiaTalk "Well gender roles impose being rugged to so many men they are not used to pretty things. And yeah, we should have a spa day next week $name.">> <<elseif $jiamallchoice eq 3>> You stare at your fingers, feeling a strange mix of emotions—confusion, discomfort, and, oddly, curiosity. <<MCTalk "Wow... I don’t know what to say. They look... different.">> <<JiaTalk "Different in a good way, right? Look at how clean and polished they are. I think it suits you.">> <<LiyaTalk "Totally. Your hands look so refined now. Maybe this is a new side of you, $name.">> <<MCTalk "I... I guess? I’ve never really thought about my hands looking, well, pretty.">> <<JiaTalk "There’s a first time for everything. Honestly, you should take care of them more often—they’re part of your charm.">> <<LiyaTalk "And it’s fun! Self-care isn’t just for girls, you know.">> <<MCTalk "I had never got manicure before. My mom brought my sis to her spa days but my dad and I went to hunting trips those days...">> <<LiyaTalk "Aww, do you want to go to the spa with us, maybe next week?">> <<JiaTalk "Well gender roles impose being rugged to so many men they are not used to pretty things. And yeah, we should have a spa day next week $name.">> You glance down at your hands again. They do look stunning, and deep down, you can't deny you enjoy the compliments. You nod slowly, still processing. It’s overwhelming, but their encouragement feels genuine and supportive. <</if>> <mc><i>They might be right, I never got so much compliments and support before in one morning before.</i></mc> Before you can answer your phone buzzes and you see a text from <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. [[Check the text|Jia Mall2][$p=6]] <<elseif $p eq 6>> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> texts you to meet with her at the beach for a date this evening. She says she doesn't want to swim today so she will not be bringing her swimsuit and just want to hang out. You are hyped for a beach date but you were hoping to see her in a bikini all evening. <<JiaTalk "You look happy with that notification.">> <<MCTalk "Hehe, I'm going on a beach date with my girlfriend today.">> <<LiyaTalk "Jia! We should go to the beach too. It is always sunny here and we still didn't go to the beach.">> The girls decide they want to come with you to the beach. They go to their rooms to wear their swimsuits. Soon they come with casual clothes with swimsuits under them most likely. <<JiaTalk "Will you stop by your home to get your swimsuit $name?">> <<MCTalk "Nah, Jessica will not be getting hers so I won't too.">> <<LiyaTalk "You should introduce us, we don't have many friends here yet. You are the first person we got close to in college.">> You agree with their request and leave their home soon. <<link[[Go to the beach|JessicaDate3]]>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $jiaquest to 3>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> Three of you take the bus and arrive at the beach. The girls look for a place to spread their blankets and towels on the beach. Once they find a good place they settle down. You take a look around and see a young couple near you. They look intimate with the girl sitting on his lap and giggling. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Beach/Beach Couple2.jpg" height=500></div> The couple with a black guy and a white girl reminds you of <clara>Clara</clara> and that bastard <darius>Darius</darius>. You get angry with the photo he sent and feel bad with your comparison to his dick. When you look back at your friends you see <jia>Jia</jia> removed her outerwear and is showcasing her black bikini. Your attention comes back to present immediately. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Beach/JiaBeach.jpg" height=600></div> <mc><i>Wow!</i></mc> Once again you find yourself gazing at a slender girl friend in a bikini... With the sun shining on her red hair and fair skin, <jia>Jia</jia> looks stunningly beautiful. Her hair falls in soft waves, catching the light and giving off a warm glow. Every freckle on her face adding to her unique charm. <<JiaTalk "Wanna sit down with us while waiting for your girlfriend?">> [[Wait for Jessica|JessicaDate3][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> You sit down for a while, then <jessica>Jessica</jessica> texts you to inform her arrival. You send your location through text and within minutes you see her in a white summer dress. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Beach/JessicaBeach4.jpg" height=600></div> <<JessicaTalk "Hi $name, sorry for making you wait, I missed the bus.">> You greet <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and introduce your friends to her. You have a sense of uneasiness radiating from <jessica>Jessica</jessica> as she meets <jia>Jia</jia> and <liya>Liya</liya>. Introducing your girlfriend to your new hot friends doesn't seem like such a good idea now. To make things worse, <jia>Jia</jia> gets up to give <jessica>Jessica</jessica> a hug. Her bikini bottom leaves little to imagination as your and <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> eyes get glued to her sand covered ass. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Beach/JiaBeach2.jpg" height=600></div> Wanting to avoid the tension in the air you break the silence quickly. <<MCTalk "Well, see you later at the club. We gotta go.">> [[Go on to your date with Jessica|JessicaDate3][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and you walk on the beach holding hands. You sit down at a beach cafe and start to talk while gazing at the gentle waves of the sea. You sense the uneasiness from Jessica yet you don't confort her about it. <<JessicaTalk "$name, sorry. Just seeing you with those girls made me feel anxious a bit.">> <<MCTalk "Do you want to talk about it?">> <<JessicaTalk "Is it alright if we don't? At least for now?">> You hold her hands on the cafe table and look her in the eye. <<MCTalk "Of course. Let me assure you, you have nothing to worry about.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> feels validated and smiles, tightening her grip of your hands. <<JessicaTalk "Uhm, babe. Why do you have pink nails?">> <mc><i>Fuck! I never thought what to say to Jessica about it.</i></mc> <<MCTalk "Well that's a funny story. Jia, the redhead you just met, wanted to practice her skills on me and I kind of let her. I hope it doesn't matter you.">> <<JessicaTalk "No babe. Your hands look soo cute. I actually love them.">> Surprised and pleased with <jessica>Jessica's compliment</jessica> you feel relieved. <<MCTalk "You couldn't see yet but I also shaved myself. Legs and more.">> <<JessicaTalk "Oh babe, you didn't have to do that for me.">> <<MCTalk "I actually liked it too. So it's okay. Maybe I could show it to you later...">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> blushes. You two continue to have small talk and feel the sun and the breeze on your skin. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> turns to her right to order a small cake. <<JessicaTalk "Oh shit! Fuck!">> Not understanding what is happening [[you look at the same direction.|JessicaDate3][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> You don't see anything out of the ordinary. There is a pool of the cafe, which you find it to be weird, you are already so close to the sea... <<MCTalk "Are you ok? What happened?">> <<JessicaTalk "Don't look directly there. I just saw my ex. Fuck!">> You take a glance at the pool once again. You see only see a couple there. You look at them discretely. What you see next really worries you... <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Beach/JessicaBeach.jpg" height=500></div> <mc><i>FUCK! Is this her ex?</i></mc> Your heart beats as if you are running a marathon. Your mind starts comparing this muscular, handsome, tall and manly man to yourself. You have none of that muscle mass or that charisma. Your mind goes into a spiral with anxiety and self-loathing. <mc><i>How am I gonna live up to Jessica's expectations when her ex is this guy? I'm sure his cock is much bigger than mine too... No surprise she never came with me...</i></mc><<set $stress +=30>><<Stress>> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> touches your hand which stops your spiraling. <<JessicaTalk "Can we go back to the beach? Please?">> <<MCTalk "Sure, it is for the best. For both of us...">> As you walk to the exit you can't stop yourself from taking another look back to the pool area. There you see the other partner of the couple, that must be the girl of the ex... <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Beach/JessicaBeach2.jpg" height=500></div> She is wearing a tiny bikini that showcases her huge ass. <mc><i>That guy must be fucking all kinds of sexy girls. Jessica, now that phat assed chick.</i></mc> [[Leave the cafe|JessicaDate3][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> You two return to the beach. Both of you are anxious for different reasons. Thankfully <jessica>Jessica</jessica> breaks the silence first. <<JessicaTalk "$name, babe. I'm sorry for dragging you into my drama. I thought I had gotten over it, but clearly not.">> <<MCTalk "Nonesense. I'm here for you. I'm sure it is difficult to see your ex at any point. Do you wanna tell me about it?">> <<JessicaTalk "Well, that asshole cheated on me. On my back for months. And when I found out only response I got was, I wasn't enough for...">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> starts sobbing as she tells you how that asshole cheated on her. You hug her and hold her close. You affirm her, saying you would never cheat on her and now you understand why seeing <jia>Jia</jia> and <liya>Liya</liya> made her so nervous. <<JessicaTalk "We are not together for long. Yet still you are so kind to me. Thank you $name.">> You cuddle and support her for a while. <<JessicaTalk "Do you have an evil ex I need to be worried about?">> <<MCTalk "Uhmm, no. But, I have some burdens to share. My roommate and friend, Clara, uhmm, I had a crush on her throughout my highschool years. She rejected me, but we are still friends. It was so hard for me, to not get loved back, for years. But now with your love, I believe I can be healed too.">> It is <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> turn to hug and support you this time. Her loving attitude and your bodies fitting together perfectly soothes you. <mc><i>I don't have big muscles but so what? I have Jessica loving me, not that asshole!</i></mc> <<JessicaTalk "I used to come to a beach like this with my family every summer. We’d build sandcastles and have picnics. Maybe we can build a sandcastle with you next time here.">> <<MCTalk "Elizabeth and I used to dig for treasures, playing as pirates. I will build a sandcastle with you if you find seashells with me.">> <<JessicaTalk "Oh seashells, romantic much?">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Beach/JessicaBeach5.jpg" height=500></div> <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> lips find yours as the sun starts to set. You two slowly make out as your hands explore each other once again. You feel, today was a milestone in your relationship which brought you closer. [[Prepare to leave the beach|JessicaDate3][$p=6]] <<elseif $p eq 6>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Beach/JessicaBeach3.jpg"></div> As you walk to the bus stop you come across <liya>Liya</liya> on the same spot you left them. She has removed her outerwear and is in her bikini too and you cannot believe how sexy she looks. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Beach/LiyaBeach.jpg" height=600></div> <<LiyaTalk "Hi $name, hi Jessica! You missed swimming today, the water was so good just the right temperature. Jia is still in there.">> <<link[[Focus on Jessica and squeeze her hand.|JessicaDate3]]>><<set $p to 7>><<set $jessicadatechoice to 1>><</link>> <<link[[Compliment Liya’s swimsuit.|JessicaDate3]]>><<set $p to 7>><<set $jessicadatechoice to 2>><</link>> <<link[[Get flustered and look away.|JessicaDate3]]>><<set $p to 7>><<set $jessicadatechoice to 3>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 7>> <<if $jessicadatechoice eq 1>> You turn your gaze back to <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and gently squeeze her hand, silently affirming your affection for her. She notices and gives you a warm smile in return. It feels good to reassure her of your attention. <<elseif $jessicadatechoice eq 2>> <<MCTalk "That swimsuit looks really nice on you, Liya. It suits you perfectly.">> <liya>Liya</liya> grins and does a little twirl. <<LiyaTalk "Thanks, $name! Glad someone noticed.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> doesn’t seem fazed but squeezes your hand, making you aware she caught your comment. <<elseif $jessicadatechoice eq 3>> You try to look away from <liya>Liya</liya> to calm yourself, but your eyes land on <jia>Jia</jia>, who is emerging from the water, her swimsuit clinging to her. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Beach/JiaBeach.jpg" height=500></div> Your face heats up even more, and you glance down at the sand to avoid getting caught staring. <</if>> You worry once again from a potential bad reaction from <jessica>Jessica</jessica> but she holds your hand. <<JessicaTalk "We were just talking about that. We really need to get to the beach more. The climate in this town is amazing.">> You don't hear a hint of jealousy or anxiety in her voice. She must be really feeling safe with you right now. The only odd feeling you have is, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> seems to be gazing at <liya>Liya's</liya> body like you. <<JiaTalk "Hi girls! Liya please hand me the towel!">> As <jia>Jia</jia> towels off you and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> cannot take your eyes off <liya>Liya</liya>. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Beach/LiyaBeach2.jpg" height=600></div> After <jia>Jia</jia> dries herself, four of you depart the beach after some small talk. In the city girls say their goodbyes to you <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and leave you two alone on the street. [[Walk towards Jessica's home|JessicaDate3][$p=8]] <<elseif $p eq 8>> As you get near <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> home you start to get hornier with the expectation of sex at her place! Just outside her home, you see a high-end car. It's the kind of car you can rarely see, and it's the first time you've noticed such a luxury vehicle in this college town. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/WilliamCar.jpg" height=600></div> <<JessicaTalk "Ohhh. Babe I wanted to invite you over but I can't. See that car?">> <<MCTalk "Yeah, it must be expensive as hell.">> <<JessicaTalk "I'm sure it is. Uhm, it belongs to my roommate's... well let's say partner kindly. I'm sure they are up there doing it.">> <<MCTalk "Wow, your roommate must be dating a millionaire. Wasn't she a student like you?">> <<JessicaTalk "Yeah, she is. Anyway, sorry for not inviting you in tonight baby. I will try to arrange the home for Wednesday.">> <<MCTalk "Or we could go to my place, I have a shelter over my head too.">> <<JessicaTalk "Maybe another time, huh, please?">> Not wanting to make her uncomfortable you retract your advances. You agree on "sexy times" on this Wednesday to make up for today. You kiss each other goodbye and you are ready to leave. <<link[[Go Home|Gaming3]]>><<set $p = 1>><<set $time += 1>><<TimeDay>><<set $jessicaquest = 4>><<set $arousal +=80>><<Arousal>><<set $foundbeach to 1>><</link>> <</if>>

<div style="text-align:center"> [[Return|Phone]] <table style="width:100%"> <tr> <th><b>Photo</b></th> <th><b>Name</b></th> <th><b>Status</b></th> </tr> <tr> <td><<if $face eq 1>><img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MC Face1.jpg" width=250 /><<elseif $face eq 2>> <img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MC Face2.jpg" width=250 /> <<elseif $face eq 3>> <img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MC Face3.jpg" width=250 /> <<elseif $face eq 3>> <img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MC Face3.jpeg" width=250 />src="Images/Home/Mirror/MC Face4.jpeg" width=250 /> <<elseif $face eq 5>> <img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MC Face5.jpeg"width=250><</if>></td> <td><b><mc><<if $andrequest gte 7>>$femname<<else>>$name<</if>></mc></b></td> <td>This is you. <<if $gymquest gte 9>>[[Gallery][$gallery = "MC"]]<</if>></td> </tr> <<if $metjessica eq 1>> <tr> <td><img src="Images/Phone/Contacts/Jessica Portrait.jpg" width=250 /></td> <td><b><jessica>Jessica</jessica></b></td> <td><<if $jessicaquest lt 2>>Jessica was your date on the freshman party. You hope her to be more than that. <<elseif $jessicaquest gte 2>> Jessica is your girlfriend. <<if $andrequest gte 1>>[[Gallery][$gallery = "Jessica"]]<</if>> <</if>> </td> </tr> <</if>> <tr> <td><img src="Images/Phone/Contacts/Clara Portrait.jpg" width=250 /></td> <td><b><clara>Clara</clara></b></td> <td>Clara is your best friend from highschool and your current roommate. <<if $dariusevent gte 1>>[[Gallery][$gallery = "Clara"]]<</if>></td> </tr> <<if $metandre gte 1>> <tr> <td><img src="Images/Phone/Contacts/Andre Portrait.jpeg" width=250 /></td> <td><b><andre>Mr. Andre Brown</andre></b></td> <td>Mr. Brown is a law professor of Jessica and the founder of a major law firm. <<if $jessicaquest gte 7>>[[Gallery][$gallery = "Andre"]]<</if>></td> </tr> <</if>> <<if $metalexandra gte 1>> <tr> <td><img src="Images/Phone/Contacts/Alexandra Portrait.jpg" width=250 /></td> <td><b><alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra></b></td> <td>Alexandra is the owner of Amorous Whims complex and Mr. Brown's partner. <<if $awquest gte 3>>[[Gallery][$gallery = "Alexandra"]]<</if>></td> </tr> <</if>> <<if $jiaquest gte 1>> <tr> <td><img src="Images/Phone/Contacts/Jia Portrait.jpg" width=250 /></td> <td><b><jia>Jia</jia></b></td> <td>Jia is a friend from college psychology class and photography club.</td> </tr> <</if>> <<if $jiaquest gte 2>> <tr> <td><img src="Images/Phone/Contacts/Liya Portrait.jpg" width=250 /></td> <td><b><liya>Liya</liya></b></td> <td>Liya is a friend from college photography club. <<if $claraquest gte 10>>[[Gallery][$gallery = "Liya"]]<</if>></td> </tr> <</if>> <tr> <td><img src="Images/Phone/Contacts/Brooke Portrait.jpg" width=250 /></td> <td><b><brooke>Brooke</brooke></b></td> <td>Brooke is your maternal cousin.</td> </tr> <tr> <td><img src="Images/Phone/Contacts/Ophelia Portrait.jpg" width=250 /></td> <td><b><ophelia>Ophelia</ophelia></b></td> <td>Ophelia is your dear mom.</td> </tr> <<if $gymquest gte 6>> <tr> <td><img src="Images/Phone/Contacts/Darius Portrait.jpg" width=250 /> </td> <td><b><darius>Darius</darius></b></td> <td>Darius is your bully. <<if $dariusevent gte 1>> [[Gallery][$gallery = "Darius"]]<</if>></td> </tr><</if>> <tr> <td><img src="Images/Phone/Contacts/Elizabeth Portrait.jpg" width=250 /> </td> <td><b><elizabeth>Elizabeth</elizabeth></b></td> <td>Elizabeth is your dear step-sister. <<if $elizabethquest gte 1>>[[Gallery][$gallery = "Elizabeth"]]<</if>></td> </tr> <tr> <td><img src="Images/Phone/Contacts/Anthea Portrait.jpg" width=250 /></td> <td><b><anthea>Anthea</anthea></b></td> <td>Anthea is your maternal aunt.</td> </tr> <<if $gymquest gte 1>> <tr> <td><img src="Images/Phone/Contacts/Nicole Portrait.jpg" width=250 /></td> <td><b><nicole>Nicole</nicole></b></td> <td>Nicole is your gym trainer.</td> </tr> <</if>> <<if $photoquest gte 1>> <tr> <td><img src="Images/Phone/Contacts/Ethan Portrait.jpg" width=250 /></td> <td><b><ethan>Ethan</ethan></b></td> <td>Ethan Sterling is a professional photographer and leads the Photo Club.</td> </tr> <</if>> <<if $andrequest gte 1>> <tr> <td><img src="Images/Phone/Contacts/Kira Portrait.jpg" width=250 /></td> <td><b><kira>Kira</kira></b></td> <td>Kira is Mr. Brown's personal secretary.</td> </tr> <</if>> <<if $daynumber gte 7>> <tr> <td><img src="Images/Phone/Contacts/Charlotte Portrait.jpg" width=250 /></td> <td><b><charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte></b></td> <td>Your activist friend from College. <<if $sociclass gte 9>>[[Gallery][$gallery = "Charlotte"]]<</if>></td> </tr> <</if>> <<if $daynumber gte 7>> <tr> <td><img src="Images/Phone/Contacts/Marcus Portrait.jpg" width=250 /></td> <td><b><marcus>Marcus</marcus></b></td> <td>Your friend from History Class.</td> </tr> <</if>> <<if $daynumber gte 7>> <tr> <td><img src="Images/Phone/Contacts/Alex Portrait.jpg" width=250 /></td> <td><b><alex>Alex</alex></b></td> <td>Your acquaintance from Economy Class.</td> </tr> <</if>> </table> [[Return|Phone]] </div>

<<if $p eq 1>> After a long day you finally come back home. Spending the day with your girlfriend, hugging and making out with her... Seeing your two smoking hot potential model friends in their small bikinis... <cor>You feel soo horny!</cor> Without losing any time you go to your room and turn on your laptop. The first thing comes to your mind is to jerk off to Jennifer like you did hundreds of times. But remembering the BBC she was taking changes your mind. You don't want to feel bad by seeing a huge cock pleasuring a girl! You don't want to overthink about your penis size! You don't want to compare yourself to other man and get performance anxiety in your relationship! No! Not tonight! You decide to go for a safer approach and look for <jessica>Princess Zara</jessica> hentai. This way you won't be seeing feminine <mc>Zink</mc> too, totally safe. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Laptop/ZeldaHentai5.png" height=500></div> You find a lovely <jessica>Princess Zara</jessica> picture and your dick gets so hard! You slowly start to jerk your hairless dick. You imagine to fuck this waifu while sucking her nipples slowly. Making her moan. Your mind wanders to <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. <mc><i>I wonder if Jessica would let me suck on her nipples as I fuck her.</i></mc> These thoughts make you hornier and you want to see something more. [[Search for more hardcore Zara content.|Gaming3][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Laptop/ZeldaHentai8.png" height=500></div> You see another hentai, designed as if it is an in-game scene. <mc><i>Yeah Jessica suck me! Swallow my cum again!</i></mc> During your masturbation session you slowly identify yourself with <mc>Zink</mc>, unsurprisingly after playing as him in so many games. And you start to identify <jessica>Zara</jessica> with <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. This thought makes your dick leak a bit. [[Search for more hardcore Zara content.|Gaming3][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Laptop/ZeldaHentai6.jpg" height=500></div> The next hentai you see shocks you. <jessica>Princess Zara</jessica> is sucking the huge, dark cock of <andre>Bargon</andre> the villain. <mc><i>Why would anyone draw this? Why would Zara sleep with Bargon? He is the arch nemesis of Zink.</i></mc> Once your shock surpasses you see how different <andre>Bargon's</andre> cock is. Even if it is produced by the same artist, <andre>Bargon's</andre> cock is so much bigger than <mc>Zink's</mc>. And the submissive expression of <jessica>Zara</jessica> is driving you crazy. You return to the previous image and compare the two. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Laptop/ZeldaHentai9.jpg" height=500></div> <<link[[Masturbate to Zara and Zink's hentai!|Gaming3]]>><<set $gaming3choice to 1>><<set $p to 4>><</link>> <<link[[Fixate on Bargon's size and dominance!|Gaming3]]>><<set $gaming3choice to 2>><<set $p to 4>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 4>> <<if $gaming3choice eq 1>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Laptop/ZeldaHentai8.png" height=500></div> <mc><i>She looks so beautiful with Zink… They’re the perfect pair. Size doesn’t matter; what matters is love, connection… right?</i></mc> You focus on <jessica>Zara</jessica> giving oral to <mc>Zink</mc>, trying to suppress the memory of the other image. You stroke yourself slowly, imagining <jessica>Zara</jessica> as <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, her soft lips wrapped around your cock. But doubt creeps in as your mind drifts. <mc><i>Will she ever feel truly satisfied with me?</i></mc> You shake the thought away, determined to focus on the image of <mc>Zink</mc>. But it feels hollow, like you’re forcing yourself to believe something you don’t fully feel. Your strokes grow more frantic, and your breathing quickens. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/MCCums2.jpg"></div> You climax, but the release feels shallow, overshadowed by lingering anxiety. <<elseif $gaming3choice eq 2>><<set $MCcuck +=1>><<set $bbcinterest +=1>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Laptop/ZeldaHentai6.jpg" height=500></div> <mc><i>She is looking so much better with Bargon's cock...</i></mc> The photo with the darker, bigger, thicker cock makes you much hornier and your focus is fully on the right side. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Laptop/ZeldaHentai7.png" height=700></div> The next picture you see is the final point. You see <jessica>Princess Zara</jessica> on top of <andre>Bargon</andre>. His cock reaches to her belly button and seeing this huge cock next to <jessica>Zara's</jessica> body gets you cumming! <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/MCCums2.jpg"></div> You came all over your own belly without even seeing <jessica>Zara's</jessica> pussy, just <andre>Bargon's</andre> big, dark cock... After imagining her as <jessica>Jessica</jessica>! You look down at yourself and look back to the screen. Your dick doesn't reach even halfway to your own belly. <</if>> <<link[[Clean yourself|Gaming3]]>><<set $arousal -=90>><<Arousal>><<set $p to 5>> <</link>> <<elseif $p eq 5>> <<if $gaming3choice eq 1>> As you clean yourself, the post-nut clarity hits hard. <mc><i>Why do I keep feeling like this? Jessica loves me… doesn’t she?</i></mc> A familiar unease settles over you. You sit there, staring at your laptop, overwhelmed by the fear of being inadequate. Once again, the thought of losing <jessica>Jessica</jessica> to someone else terrifies you. You turn to your favorite search engine, desperate for a solution. <i>How to please a woman with a small dick?</i> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Laptop/AnalSex.png" height=500></div> One of the search finds that intrigues you is from a famous women's health magazine. You open the link and start reading it. <i>"One of the most popular ways to have sex with a smaller partner is to have anal sex with them. Bigger tools can create discomfort and even pain during this type of intercourse but trying the back door with partners on the smaller end can lead to a satisfying sex life. Don't forget to use lubricants!"</i> <mc><i>Yeah, this makes so much sense. I would love to fuck Jessica's tight ass, and she would come so good. She would feel it bigger in her asshole.</i></mc> Reading this article calms your nerves as you find a way out of your predicament. Even with a non-monster dick, you feel confident you can make your significant other come like a fountain. <<elseif $gaming3choice eq 2>> Once again post-nut clarity hits you. You start feeling ashamed for basically masturbating while looking at a cock, again. On top of feeling ashamed you feel inadequate as a man. Fearing your inability to please <jessica>Jessica</jessica> will lead into your rejection and inevitable loneliness. You open your favorite search engine and start looking for a solution to your problem. <i>How to please a woman with a small dick?</i> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Laptop/AnalSex.png" height=500></div> One of the search finds that intrigue you is from a famous women's health magazine. You open the link and you start reading it. <i>"One of the most popular ways to have sex with a smaller partner is to have anal sex with them. Bigger tools can create discomfort and even pain during this type of intercourse but trying the back door with partners on the smaller end can lead to a satisfying sex life. Don't forget to use lubricants!"</i> <mc><i>Yeah this makes so much sense. I would love to fuck Jessica's tight ass, and she would come so good. She would feel it bigger in her asshole.</i></mc> Reading this article calms your nerves as you find a way out of your predicament. Even with a non-monster dick you feel confident you can make your significant other come like a fountain. <</if>> <<link[[Prepare to Sleep|My Room]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $stress -=50>><<Stress>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> You see <clara>Clara</clara> laying on the sofa, freshly out of shower and wearing her gown. <<ClaraTalk "Hi $name. How was your weekend?">> <<MCTalk "Pretty good, I went to a beach date with my girl, Jessica.">> <<ClaraTalk "Oh cool, you two are getting really close huh?">> <<MCTalk "Yeah, I think our relationship is getting deeper and closer.">> <<ClaraTalk "Are you two, doing it?">> <<MCTalk "Haha! Uhmm but yeah, we are.">> <<ClaraTalk "<b>Attaboy!</b> I'm really glad you found someone $name. With your long-time crush on me, I was worried you'd be alone forever...">> <<MCTalk "Uhmm thanks for the vote of confidence.">> <<ClaraTalk "By the way I gave your number to Darius, my fuck buddy. He wanted to ask you something, did he contact you?">> <darius>Darius</darius>? He must be the guy who sent you the photos... <<MCTalk "Nope, no one reached me.">> You decide to lie to avoid the topic with him. You are already having a bad day after crying in a cabin. <<ClaraTalk "$name.">> <<MCTalk "Yeah?">> <<ClaraTalk "Have you been using my stuff in the bathroom? Your skin looks so much better.">> <<MCTalk "Uhmm, yeah, a bit. Only in the mornings to wash my face though.">> <<ClaraTalk "That's okay, I'm not mad. You look cuter.">> She starts the TV Show. [[Watch the show|Clara Night6][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/TV/ClaraTV7.mp4"/></div> You start watching the episode. The superhero woman beats up some bad guys, acts smart, normal super-hero stuff. As you watch the episode further you see her next-door neighbor who has a crush on the super heroine yet she finds him dull and unattractive. She puts him in the friendzone. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/TV/ClaraTV2.jpg" height=500></div> As the episode comes to its ending the heroine's super boyfriend comes to visit her. A bald, big, muscular black man. As soon as they get into her apartment they start fucking in an erotic scene. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/TV/ClaraTV3.mp4"/></div> The guy with the super strength picks her up effortlessly, pushes her to the wall and starts pounding her. The TV scene goes on for a while, you take a look at <clara>Clara</clara>. You see her left hand is in her gown and she is fixated on the TV screen. Her toes are curled with pleasure. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/ClaraGown.jpg"></div> <mc><i>Is she touching herself?</i></mc> [[Turn your attention to the screen|Clara Night6][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> <<set $arousal +=70>><<Arousal>>You look at the screen and see the sex scene is still on. The erotic display on TV, thinking <clara>Clara</clara> is masturbating next to... You have a raging boner. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/TV/ClaraTV4.mp4"/></div> The scene shows the outer door of her apartment is open and the neighbor with a crush on her is watching the couple have wild sex! The heroine sees him and slams the door aggressively. The episode ends with that slam. At that point you look at <clara>Clara</clara> and you see her looking back at you, with a smile on her face... <<ClaraTalk "Wow, what an episode huh? I bet you enjoyed it as much as I did.">> <<MCTalk "Uhmm, yeah, the action was solid!">> <<ClaraTalk "Oh yeah, especially at the end!">> Needing a release, you say goodnight to <clara>Clara</clara>. [[Go to your room.|Clara Night6][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/TV/ClaraTV3.jpg" height=500></div> As you walk to your room you briefly reflect on what you just lived through today. You dressed up like a girl, posed to camera like a girl, cried over it, watched passionate interracial sex on the TV. Your roommate who is having sex with a huge black guy, smiled at you after you two watched a huge black guy fuck an ethereal beauty while her friend zoned neighbor was watching... You cannot not notice the similarities there. Another wave of shame hits you. <mc><i>I'm just like that neighbor in Clara's life. I got friend zoned and she is fucking that asshole Darius.</i></mc> [[Get into your bed|Clara Night6][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> You had hoped watching the series with <clara>Clara</clara> would make you feel better but today nothing seems to make you feel better. You decide to text <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, hoping talking to her will make you feel better about yourself. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaText.png"></div> <<MCTalk "Hi, are you awake? I had a shitty day and wanted to chat for a bit.">> <<JessicaTalk "I'm about to go to sleep babe, feeling so tired after working for Mr. Brown all evening. What is wrong babe?">> <<MCTalk "Ohh, babe go to sleep, we can talk on Wednesday.">> <<JessicaTalk "Alright, but let me make you feel better first.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaText2.png"></div> You see her big, perky tits on your screen and yeah, you feel much better. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/JessicaPhoto.jpg" height=500></div> <<JessicaTalk "So feeling better $name?">> <<MCTalk "Actually, yeah baby. Thank you, I love you.">> <<JessicaTalk "I love you too babe, whatever happened today, let me remind you how amazing you are and how much I love you. I will make all your troubles go away on Wednesday.">> Reading those words make you feel so loved and cared for. You two just met but clicked so hard, you cannot believe how she soothed you so quickly. <<set $stress -=50>><<Stress>> With your mind cleared you jerk off to <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> selfie and get ready to sleep. <<link[[Get ready to sleep|My Room]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $claraquest to 6>><<set $arousal -=90>><<Arousal>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> You arrive at <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> place and text her. She texts you her roommate is out for all evening and you have the house for yourselves. You learn the door isn't locked and you can get in, she tells you to go to the living room and wait. You find it weird but you comply. You sit on the sofa. <<MCTalk "I'm here Jess!">> What you see next delightes you. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> emerges from her room, wearing an Amazing Woman costume, with "the lasso of truth" in her hands. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date2.jpg" height=500></div> <<JessicaTalk "Hi citizen, I heard you needed some help!">> <mc><i>She looks smoking hot in that. I can play along.</i></mc> <<MCTalk "Yes Amazing Woman! I had very bad days and I need to be rescued from sadness!">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date3.jpg" height=500></div> <<JessicaTalk "Don't worry innocent one! You are in good hands. And soon will be between good legs.">> <<set $sidemenu to 1>><<Arousalincrease 50>><<Arousal>> [[Follow Jessica to her bedroom.|JessicaDate4][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date4.jpg" height=500></div> You two enter her bedroom and she pushes you to her bed. She starts kissing your lips, then your neck, followed by a sensual lick. You quickly lose your t-shirt and jeans as <jessica>Jessica</jessica> removes your clothes. <<MCTalk "Oh Amazing Woman, do you always sleep with the people you rescue?">> <<JessicaTalk "Only if they are as cute as you.">> She gets on top of you, pinning you to the bed, holding your wrists! <<JessicaTalk "Oh baby, your legs feel amazing! Loving how smooth you are, thank you.">> You feel so contend hearing her words, feeling her warm panties on your boxer covered dick. <<Arousalincrease 50>><<Arousal>> [[Jessica reached for the lasso|JessicaDate4][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> <<JessicaTalk "I need to tie you before we can go on citizen. I need to use my lasso of truth on you to make sure you are innocent.">> You don't object at all as she ties your hands with the rope. Your hands are stationary on top of your head as <jessica>Jessica</jessica> sits on your lap. You can feel her panties getting wet, she must be as horny as you are now. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date.jpg" height=500></div> As she sits on your lap she starts to grind herself to you as she starts her interrogation. <<JessicaTalk "So tell me the truth citizen $name, do you love me?">> <<MCTalk "Yes Amazing Woman, I love you. And, I'm falling in you...">> You had said you loved her, but never like this, never with this intensity. <<JessicaTalk "Will you love me no matter what?">> <<MCTalk "Yes, I will!">> <<JessicaTalk "Me too babe, I love you.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> speeds up her grinding with your answers which leads to... <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaDate7.mp4"/></div> You cumming in your boxers as <jessica>Jessica</jessica> grinds on your dick! <jessica>Jessica</jessica> lifts herself from your lap, goes to the bathroom without saying a word. For a brief moment you see her teary eyes. You are left alone in her room with your hands tied and wearing your cum filled boxer. <<link[[Call out to Jessica.|JessicaDate4]]>><<set $p to 4>><<set $jessicadate4choice to 1>><</link>> <<link[[Struggle against the ropes.|JessicaDate4]]>><<set $p to 4>><<set $jessicadate4choice to 2>><</link>> <<link[[Stay silent and wait.|JessicaDate4]]>><<set $p to 4>><<set $jessicadate4choice to 3>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 4>><<set $arousal -=90>><<Arousal>> <<if $jessicadate4choice eq 1>><<set $stress +=20>><<Stress>><<set $sub +=2>> You call out to her, your voice trembling with guilt and desperation. <<MCTalk "Jess... I’m so sorry. Please come back. Let’s talk.">> Silence fills the room for a moment, broken only by the faint sound of running water in the bathroom. You tug lightly at the ropes, realizing how exposed and helpless you are. <mc><i>Why did I have to ruin this? She went through so much effort, and I couldn’t even last...</i></mc> Minutes feel like hours as you wait, tied and vulnerable, hoping she’ll forgive you. <<elseif $jessicadate4choice eq 2>><<set $stress +=30>><<Stress>><<set $sub +=1>> Panic sets in as you glance around the room, your hands tied and your boxers sticky with shame. <mc><i>I can’t just sit here like this! What if she’s crying? What if she hates me now?</i></mc> You twist and pull at the ropes, but they’re tighter than you thought. Frustration builds with every failed attempt, your breaths coming quicker as you realize how powerless you are. <mc><i>This is pathetic... She probably thinks I’m a joke.</i></mc> You stop struggling when you hear the bathroom door creak open, freezing in place as Jessica walks back in, her face unreadable. <<MCTalk "I'm so sorry Jess! I'm so sorry!">> <<elseif $jessicadate4choice eq 3>><<set $stress +=10>><<Stress>> You stay still, the weight of the moment pressing down on you. <mc><i>She’s upset. I should’ve been better for her... She deserved so much more tonight.</i></mc> The sound of water running in the bathroom fills the silence, each second stretching endlessly. You look down at yourself—hands tied, boxers soiled—and feel a mix of shame and regret. <mc><i>I just hope she doesn’t hate me for this...</i></mc> Time drags on until you hear her footsteps returning, your heart racing as you brace for what’s to come. <</if>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date6.jpg" height=500></div> <mc><i>Look at her man, she is way out of my league....</i></mc> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> returns to the room fully naked, comes over you and unties your hands. [[Try to talk to her now!|JessicaDate4][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> <<MCTalk "Jess, can we talk about it?">> <<JessicaTalk "I'm cursed, what is there to talk about?">> <<MCTalk "Cursed? What curse?">> <<JessicaTalk "I love you and we can't have decent sex. I never came with you yet. You are sweet, loving, cute but you can't fuck me right. My ex turned out to be an asshole but at least I came every time...">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> stops mid-sentence, you two look each other's eyes. Now your eyes tear up as your girlfriend confronts you harshly. <<MCTalk "I-I didn't realize it got to you so much. I'm sorry, I, just...">> You are too emotional to form up a sentence. <<JessicaTalk "That's the curse there, you are so sweet, with you I feel things I never felt before. I feel so safe around you... But I need to cum $name. Since we met I didn't even masturbate so we could cum together at the same time!">> Tears roll down from <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> eyes. You two take a break to calm down. You get up and remove your cum soaked boxers. <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> takes a look at you, with your soft, 2-inch dick in sight. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MC Penis3.jpg" height=500></div> With her gaze on your soft, tiny dick you feel self-conscious and you [[turn around.|JessicaDate4][$p=6]] <<elseif $p eq 6>> You feel so inadequate and feel ashamed to even show your limp dick to <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. To your surprise she holds your hand from behind and lands a kiss on the back of your neck. <<JessicaTalk "Your ass looks lovely babe, I never noticed it looked so good.">> <<MCTalk "Uhmm, I have been working on my glutes.">> <<JessicaTalk "I'm sorry I got so emotional, I didn't mean to break your heart.">> <<MCTalk "I know baby, I'm really sorry for not lasting, you are just really driving me crazy with your body.">> <<JessicaTalk "I know, honestly your ass looks so hot right now and it is driving me crazy.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> turns you around and hugs you, putting her hand on your ass. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date7.jpg" height=500></div> She looks down to your body with a slight smile on her face. <<JessicaTalk "Babe, you ruined your boxers. Let me give you something to wear, ok? I promise you will look amazing in it.">> [[Jessica opens her drawer|JessicaDate4][$p=7]] <<elseif $p eq 7>> She browses her underwear drawer and pulls out a pair of black panties. <<JessicaTalk "Here babe, these are boy shorts, and they are black just like your boxers. You can wear it for the rest of our evening together.">> <mc><i>What? No, no, no! I will not be wearing a girl's clothes two times a week.</i></mc> <<MCTalk "Jess, please no.">> <<JessicaTalk "Oh come on, don't be shy. We are home alone.">> You don't feel like you have the leverage to say no to her. After making her cry, after not satisfying her even once! <<MCTalk "Fine, if it will make you happy baby.">> [[Take the black boyshorts|JessicaDate4][$p=8]] <<elseif $p eq 8>> You take the black panties reluctantly. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and you are in front of the full-lenght mirror. You are filled nervousness and shame. You slowly step into the panties, they feel so soft around your ankles. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> gently touches your lower back. With a deep breath you slowly pull the panties up, the sensation of the smooth material sliding up your legs is unlike anything you had felt before. Your shame is replaced with excitement. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date5.jpg" height=600></div> Once the boy shorts are in place, a shiver runs down your spine. You smooth your hands over the waistband, feeling a rush of warmth spread through your body. The mirror reflects back an image that is both familiar and startlingly new. You take a tentative step closer to the mirror, your eyes tracing the lines of your body. The black boy short panties contrast starkly against your pale skin, emphasizing the gentle curve of your slim waist and the smooth expanse of your legs. A smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you turn slightly. Your small, limp penis makes a small bulge but the size of it doesn't bother you. You don't feel inadequate or ashamed of it, you just find yourself sexy and attractive in your panties. [[Turn to Jessica|JessicaDate4][$p=9]] <<elseif $p eq 9>> <<JessicaTalk "Oh my god $name, you look amazing.">> She lands a huge kiss on your cheek and goes to lay down on the bed. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date8.jpg" height=500></div> <mc><i>Oh my god she looks so good.</i></mc> <<JessicaTalk "Come on baby, give me a little show with your sexy panties. Your ass is making me so wet!">> You don't object, feeling good in them you start to play around the room, trying to give <jessica>Jessica</jessica> a good show. As you turn around, you catch a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> is right, your butt looks amazing in these panties. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/College/MC Black Boyshorts.mp4"/></div> <<JessicaTalk "Yeah babe, shake that ass.">><<Arousalincrease 30>><<Arousal>> [[Play along willingly|JessicaDate4][$p=10]] <<elseif $p eq 10>> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/College/MC Black Boyshorts2.mp4"/></div> You walk back and forth like a model on the runway, each step filled with newfound confidence. Your ass sways with each step, causing the panties to ride up slightly higher, exposing more of your butt. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date9.jpg" height=500></div> You see <jessica>Jessica</jessica> rubbing her clit in a circular motion as she watches. She looks captivated by your beauty, by your grace and by your butt. <<JessicaTalk "Your butt is the bomb babe!">><<set $arousal +=30>><<Arousal>> Feeling so attractive, confident you decide to [[finish with a bang!|JessicaDate4][$p=11]] <<elseif $p eq 11>> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaDate8.mp4"/></div><<set $arousal +=50>><<Arousal>> Going with the flow, you shake your ass and give your ass a slap. This is the final straw for <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. She raises her voice in a stern way. <<JessicaTalk "That's it babe!">> For a second you feel uncomfortable with what you just did and the panties you are wearing now, but it doesn't last. <<JessicaTalk "I'm so horny please come to bed.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> makes you sit on the bed, pulls down your boy short panties to your ankles, keeping them there. She sits on your lap, grabbing your hard dick. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaSex13.jpg" height=500></div> <<JessicaTalk "This time, you will warn me before you are close! I will change position, ok?">> Hearing her words, feeling her firm grip on your dick and her being in charge turns you on so much. You comply to her wish as you start grabbing her right tit. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaSex14.jpg" height=500></div> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> lowers herself to take all of your small dick into her wet pussy. You last for about a minute in this position as she slowly but steadily rides you. [[Warn her|JessicaDate4][$p=12]] <<elseif $p eq 12>> <<JessicaTalk "Alright let me change positions babe.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaSex16.jpg" height=500></div> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> turns around and gets into cowgirl position. She starts slowly riding you and starts to rub her clit with her hand. You grab her ass with both hands and put her nipple into your mouth, slowly sucking it. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaSex15.jpg" height=500></div> <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> moans suggest she is really enjoying sex with you this time. You feel confident and put your finger over her asshole, slowly cricling around it. In the heat of the moment you decide to try your chance! <<MCTalk "Baby, have you ever done anal?">> <<JessicaTalk "What? No.">> <<MCTalk "Would you like to try with me?">> <<JessicaTalk "Eww no. $name, shut up and let me cum.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> grabs your head and pulls you to her chest. Taking the hint you start sucking her nipple again. With her pussy, ass, clit and boobs stimulated <jessica>Jessica</jessica> starts to moan. <<JessicaTalk "I'm cumming babe, yesss!">> <mc><i>YESSS! Finally I made her cum!</i></mc> <<MCTalk "I'm about to cum Jess.">> [[Cum!|JessicaDate4][$p=13]] <<elseif $p eq 13>><<set $arousal -=100>><<Arousal>><<set $stress -=60>><<Stress>> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> quickly goes to her knees next to bed and gives you a couple of strokes, making you cum over her chin and tongue! <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaSex17.jpg" height=500></div> <<JessicaTalk "Babe, I'm so proud of you. You finally lasted enough!">> With your cum dripping from her lips and chin she plants a kiss on your lips. She licks your lips, smearing cum all over you. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaSex18.jpg" height=500></div> Your resistance is futile as her tongue finds its way into your mouth as she grabs your ass. You taste your own cum while <jessica>Jessica</jessica> sucks on your tongue. <<JessicaTalk "I'm sorry babe, got some cum on you. I got too excited, but we broke the curse!">> [[Clean Yourselves|JessicaDate4][$p=14]] <<elseif $p eq 14>> You two clean up and calm down laying on the bed, cuddling each other after sharing your first orgasm together! <jessica>Jessica</jessica> runs her fingers in your hair. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date10.jpg"></div> <<JessicaTalk "I never noticed how pretty your hair is. Have you ever grown your hair long before?">> <<MCTalk "No, never. But I had never done manicure before, yet I did. I had never worn panties before, yet I did. I might do that too.">> <<JessicaTalk "Uhmm, are you ok? How do you feel about the panties and the dance you did?">> <<MCTalk "I - I thought I would feel ashamed by now. But I don't, it felt natural to... to wear those boy shorts and give you the show.">> <<JessicaTalk "Your boxers are ruined anyway, you can have the panties. Seeing you in them turned me on like crazy, as if a switch flipped in me. It, it was scary.">> You raise your head from <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> body to look at her in the eye. <<MCTalk "It is good we accept and support each other, right?">> <<JessicaTalk "Yeah babe, I love you. If you liked wearing panties, just wear them. Don't tell society what you can or can't do!">> Hearing these words of support soothes you. You feel safe and warm. [[Cuddle her again|JessicaDate4][$p=15]] <<elseif $p eq 15>> <<JessicaTalk "I bought the Amazing Wonder costume because I want to go to Comic-Con downtown this Sunday. I’d love for you to come with me. What do you think?">> <<MCTalk "Comic-Con? That sounds fun! I've never been to a convention before. I’d love to go with you, Jess. Do you think it would be okay if I dressed up as Zink? He's my favorite game character and my childhood hero.">> <<JessicaTalk "Zink, huh? I was hoping we could go as a duo, but it’s your first time, and <b>you should wear what you want.</b> I’d love to see you as Zink.">> <<MCTalk "Thanks, babe. I never thought you’d be into comics or conventions. This is awesome.">> <<JessicaTalk "I actually went to Comic-Con last year and had a blast. I love dressing up and getting into character. I think you’ll really enjoy it too. I can’t wait to see you as Zink!">> With your next date arranged you two share one last kiss. You will also see each other at <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> pool on Friday. [[It is time for you to leave!|JessicaDate4][$p=16]] <<elseif $p eq 16>> You dress up, not with your boxers but with your boy short panties and go to the street. On your walk home you reflect on your evening with <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. After you came too early again you thought that was the end of your relationship with her. But wearing the panties transformed your night and your relationship. Initially filled with nervousness, the softness of the fabric and Jessica's gentle encouragement replaced your shame with excitement. <mc><i>When I looked in the mirror, I saw myself in a whole new light, feeling attractive and confident like never before. I cannot believe how horny Jess got, finally she came with me. These panties are magic.</i></mc> As your thoughts dwelled on the panties you are wearing you don't feel shame or discomfort. It feels good and natural to wear the boy shorts, you might even buy more... <<FemininityIncrease 1>> <fem>You know feel comfortable wearing panties discretely and open to the idea to buy more boyshorts.</fem> <<link[[You arrive home|My Room]]>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $metandre to 2>><<set $p to 1>><<set $sidemenu to 0>><<set $pantiesinv.push($panties2)>><<set $panties = "Black Boy Shorts">><<set $pantiesbeauty = 1>><<set $pantiesimgname = "BlackBoyShorts">><<Beauty>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> You warm up and start with a run on the treadmill as usual. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/MCGym.jpg" height=500> </div> You work on your glutes and legs with your weighted squats. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/MCGym4.jpg"></div> Your workout goes on without any problems. The gym seems to be empty today. You look around and you don't see <darius>Darius</darius>, giving you a sense of relief after your last encounter. <mc><i>Maybe I should notify Nicole about Darius choking me. I'm sure they will ban him from the gym.</i></mc> [[Look for Nicole|Gym5][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> You look for <nicole>Nicole</nicole> around the gym and find her working out. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/NicoleGym3.jpg" height=600></div> <<MCTalk "Hi Nicole! Can we talk for a second?">> <<NicoleTalk "Sure $name, do you need anything?">> <<MCTalk "Uhmm, this is awkward but one of the members here assaulted me last time I was here.">> <<NicoleTalk "What! No way, what happened?">> <<MCTalk "There was this guy, Darius, who was messing with me. I tried to step up and he choked me!">> <<NicoleTalk "Oh honey I'm so sorry. What was it about? Did you two have an argument or something?">> <<MCTalk "No, he just bullied me...">> <<NicoleTalk "Alright. I will talk with him and give him a firm warning.">> <<MCTalk "Only a warning? Shouldn't he be banned or something?">> <<NicoleTalk "Here's the thing honey, he is a member of the college basketball team, he is also a rising local rapper. So he brings lots of new customers and money to the gym. I don't think I can get him banned for your troubles. But let me assure you I will give him a warning. If he steps out of line again I promise I will go directly to the owner of the Alma Mater and deal with it.">> You feel assured with her words, if <darius>Darius</darius> tries to mess with you again here he will be banned for sure! Feeling confident for stepping up for yourself and keeping your boundaries you feel proud of yourself! <mc><i>Maybe I should thank Nicole for encouring me to work on my ass. My ass got Jess turned on enough to have an orgasm last time.</i></mc> [[Thank Nicole|Gym5][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/NicoleGym4.jpg" height=500></div> <<MCTalk "Thank you Nicole, and not only for Darius. Your instructions to work on my glutes might have actually saved my relationship. Thank you so much.">> <<NicoleTalk "Oh honey, keep up with the gains. I'm sure your girl with love it even more. Can I give you small advice about your relationship?">> <<MCTalk "Sure go ahead.">> <<NicoleTalk "If your girl enjoys your butt, maybe show off more when you are around her. Don't know maybe skinny jeans, some sports leggings. I told you women love looking at guy's backs.">> You thank <nicole>Nicole</nicole> for her advice and go take a shower. Soon you are <<link[[ready to go home!|Gym5]]>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $p to 4>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 4>> <mc><i>Can I really wear skinny pants? Nah, <<if $panties eq ("Black Boyshorts" or "Gray Boyshorts" or "Rubi Gray Boyshorts")>>I'm already wearing panties.<<else>> I already wore panties.<</if>> It would be too much for me. </i></mc> Soon you arrive home and go online to look for a cosplay outfit of Zink. So you can go to the Sunday's Comic-con with <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/ZinkCosplayOutfit.jpg" height=500></div> <mc><i>155 dollars? For a one time costume? Shit. If I pay for this there is no way I'm seeing the next month financially.</i></mc> You think about how to afford the costume without going bankrupt. You could ask your new boss, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> for an advance payment. But you just got the job and you cannot... You definitely cannot ask <jessica>Jessica</jessica>... You decide to use <clara>Clara's</clara> credit card as your only viable option and [[knock on her door.|Gym5][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> When you two were in highschool you used to purchase stuff with <clara>Clara's</clara> card and pay her cash later. So she got the money from her parents and you, doubling her money. You knock on her door but she doesn't answer. You go to your room and undress after a long day. In your bed you lay on your stomach wearing only your $panties. Deciding to text <clara>Clara</clara>, you send the link of the cosplay outfit. <<MCTalk "Hi Clara, I need a small favor. Can you buy this outfit of Zink for me? The outfit must be the blue one from the last game! I will pay it in a couple of weeks, I promise. I need it by Sunday morning so please choose the express delivery!">> In a couple of minutes she texts back. <<ClaraTalk "Sure I can buy it tonight. Won't be coming home, don't wait up.">> <<MCTalk "Make sure you buy the right one! I need the one from the last game.">> She doesn't respond. You wait and hang around for about 20 minutes then you got worried. <mc><i>What if she buys the green old outfit, it wouldn't look good at all.</i></mc> [[Text Clara Again|Gym5][$p=6]] <<elseif $p eq 6>> You text back yet she doesn't respond again... You drop your phone to bed, frustrated... At that moment your phone buzzes, an unknown yet familiar number send you a photo. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Darius Text5.jpg" height=500></div> <mc><i>Fuck, Darius! Damn how does that thing fit in Clara, it is so thick...</i></mc> <<DariusTalk "Hey whiteboi! She is busy!.">> You don't dare to text him back but you cannot divert your eyes from the photo. Your eyes don't track the curves of <clara>Clara's</clara> ass but the length of <darius>Darius'</darius> big black cock. As you lay on your stomach in your $panties you slowly start to hump the bed without realizing. Seeing this thick cock seems to make you so horny every time, so horny you cannot even feel bad at seeing your ex-crush getting fucked. <<set $arousal +=50>><<Arousal>> You lay on the bed trying to process what is going on then <darius>Darius</darius> [[sends another text.|Gym5][$p=7]] <<elseif $p eq 7>><<set $arousal +=50>><<Arousal>> You open the conversation and see a video of <clara>Clara</clara>. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Darius Text6.jpg" height=500></div> You open the video and see cum leaking from <clara>Clara's</clara> mouth, dripping down to her chin. She is directly looking at the camera. She looks tired after the pounding she recieved. You start the video: <<ClaraTalk "Thank you for making me cum with your <b>big black cock</b>!">> <<DariusTalk "How many times did you cum on my cock?">> <<ClaraTalk "At least 6 times... You are the best Darius, thank you.">> Hearing these words hasten humping the bed in your $panties unconsciously. <<DariusTalk "Is there anything you forgot?">> <<ClaraTalk "Thank you for feeding me your potent, thick, delicious cum.">> <<DariusTalk "Good girl.">> The video ends... <<link[[Succumb to your desires.|Gym5]]>><<set $p to 8>><<set $gym5choice to 1>><</link>> <<if $bbcinterest lt 5>> <<link[[Focus on Clara’s pleasure.|Gym5]]>><<set $p to 8>><<set $gym5choice to 2>><</link>> <<link[[Struggle with reluctant arousal.|Gym5]]>><<set $p to 8>><<set $gym5choice to 3>><</link>> <<elseif $bbcinterest gte 5>> <<linkreplace "Focus on Clara’s pleasure.">>Darius' BBC made you too horny.<</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Struggle with reluctant arousal.">>Darius' BBC made you too horny.<</linkreplace>> <</if>> [[Clean up|Gym5][$p=8]] <<elseif $p eq 8>><<set $arousal -=90>><<Arousal>> <<if $gym5choice eq 1>><<set $bbcinterest +=2>><<set $MCcuck +=1>> <mc><i>Thick, delicious cum...</i></mc> Your eyes remain glued to the screen, not on <clara>Clara's</clara> naked body or the slight bounce of her hanging breasts, but on the thick, white streams of <darius>Darius'</darius> cum dripping from her lips. The way she smiles, tired yet blissfully satisfied, is etched in your mind. <mc><i>She came six times on his cock? Six times... And she thanked him for it. Thanked him for feeding her his cum...</i></mc> The words echo in your head, over and over, resonating deeper each time. The sight of <clara>Clara</clara> kneeling there, looking up at <darius>Darius</darius> with gratitude and awe, stirs something primal and undeniable within you. Your fingers twitch as you feel a pulse of arousal you can’t control. <mc><i>How does she even take him? That size, that thickness... He’s so much bigger than me. How could she not love that?</i></mc> Your body moves on its own now, pressing into the bed, grinding your hips against the mattress as the traction sends sparks of pleasure shooting through you. You try to resist, to hold yourself back, but the pressure only builds. Each second feels heavier, your breath shallower, your heart racing. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Darius Text5.jpg" height=500></div> <mc><i>Fuck... How do I even compete with that? She’s glowing, so happy... so full of him...</i></mc> Your hands clench the sheets as your grinding grows faster, your body desperate for release. The scene replays in your mind, but it’s not <clara>Clara</clara> you’re imagining—it’s him. That cock, impossibly thick and veined, taking all the attention, all the power. <mc><i>What does that even feel like for her? To have something so big, so perfect inside her? To know you’re with someone who can give you that, every time...</i></mc> You’re consumed now, no longer fighting it. Your body trembles as you edge closer and closer, the friction and the vivid images in your mind pushing you past the point of no return. The thought of <clara>Clara</clara> submitting so willingly, so enthusiastically, makes your whole body tense with need. <mc><i>Damn it, I can’t... I need to...</i></mc> At the last second, you push yourself up from the bed, your panties slipping down your thighs. Standing shakily on your knees, you stare at the screen one more time, and the final image of <clara>Clara</clara>, dripping with <darius>Darius'</darius> cum, sends you over the edge. Your release is sudden and intense, spurts of cum hitting the floor as you gasp for air. Your body shudders with the force of it, the tension finally snapping in a way that feels almost euphoric. <mc><i>God... I didn’t even touch myself...</i></mc> You collapse back onto the bed, your breathing ragged, your legs weak. The huge cock of <darius>Darius</darius> lingers in your mind, no longer something you can deny. There’s no room for guilt or shame now—just an overwhelming sense of awe... <<elseif $gym5choice eq 2>><<set $MCcuck +=1>><<set $stress +=10>><<Stress>> <mc><i>No, this isn’t about Darius... It’s Clara. Look at her—how happy she looks, how satisfied she is...</i></mc> You try to convince yourself that your arousal is rooted in <clara>Clara's</clara> pleasure. Her flushed cheeks, her glazed-over eyes, the way her lips curve into a blissful smile despite being coated in another man’s cum—all of it mesmerizes you. <mc><i>She’s glowing... She’s radiant... How could I ever make her feel like that?</i></mc> Your heart tightens at the thought, but the ache in your chest mixes with a deeper ache lower down. You rub yourself against the bed, your hands gripping the sheets tightly as your mind fixates on <clara>Clara</clara>. Her voice from the video replays in your head like a haunting melody: <clara>At least 6 times... You are the best, Darius.</clara> Your movements grow more desperate, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through you. But it’s not your own climax that dominates your thoughts—it’s the image of <clara>Clara</clara> writhing in ecstasy, crying out for another man. And then, unbidden, <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> face flashes in your mind. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamJessica2.mp4"/></div> <mc><i>Jessica deserves that too... What if...</i></mc> You freeze momentarily, but the thought persists. You picture <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, her body trembling as she experiences pleasure beyond anything you’ve ever been able to give her. The idea stings, but it also sends a thrill through you—a twisted blend of jealousy and longing. <mc><i>What if she could be as happy as Clara?</i></mc> Your body betrays your hesitation, your hips grinding against the mattress as your arousal builds to a fever pitch. The idea of surrendering to her needs, of letting someone else fulfill her in ways you can’t, ignites something deep within you. <mc><i>Fuck... What’s wrong with me? Why does this make me so... so...</i></mc> The tension finally breaks, and your orgasm rips through you, leaving you gasping for air. Your cum seeps into the sheets beneath you as you collapse, trembling, your mind swirling with conflicting emotions. <<elseif $gym5choice eq 3>> <mc><i>No. This isn’t right. I shouldn’t feel this way about Darius and Clara... especially Darius.</i></mc> You force yourself to look away from your phone, turning your face into the pillow. Your breathing is shallow, your cheeks hot. The image of <clara>Clara</clara>, flushed and glowing, keeps burning in your mind. <mc><i>It’s just Clara. I’ve known her for years. She’s my friend. She’s just happy... That’s all this is. Nothing to do with him.</i></mc> But the scene from the video keeps replaying in your head—the way <clara>Clara's</clara> body arched, her voice trembling with gratitude as she thanked Darius for his “big black cock.” The words strike a chord deep in your mind, unwanted but undeniable. <mc><i>Stop it. Don’t think about that. Don’t think about how... big he is. How thick he looked next to her... how she seemed to love it so much...</i></mc> <<set $stress +=20>><<Stress>> You try to focus on something else—anything else—but your body betrays you. The warmth spreading through your stomach and down between your legs is impossible to ignore. Without realizing it, your hips start to move slightly, grinding into the mattress. <mc><i>No. No, this isn’t happening. I can stop this. I’m not... like that.</i></mc> Your hands clutch at the sheets as you will yourself to stop, but the friction against your sensitive skin feels so good, so tempting. You glance at the phone again, your heart racing as you swipe back to the video. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Darius Text6.jpg" height=500></div> <clara>Clara's</clara> voice echoes in your ears again: <clara>Thank you for making me cum with your <b>big black cock</b>!</clara> Your grip on resistance falters as your mind flashes back to the video. The size, the shape, the raw dominance <darius>Darius</darius> exuded—it all presses down on you like an inescapable weight. <mc><i>Fuck, why am I even thinking about this? Why does this turn me on so much?</i></mc> You rub harder against the mattress now, trying to convince yourself it’s just physical, just something you need to get out of your system. But the harder you push back against the feelings, the stronger they become. The image of <clara>Clara's</clara> satisfied smile and <darius>Darius's</darius> cock fills your mind, leaving no room for anything else. <mc><i>Goddammit... Just... just get it over with.</i></mc> With a desperate moan muffled into your pillow, you finally give in. Your body tenses as your climax crashes over you, leaving you trembling and breathless. The sheets beneath you are damp with the evidence of your surrender, and for a moment, all you can do is lie there in the aftermath. <</if>> 10 minutes later <clara>Clara</clara> texts you, informing you she ordered the outfit and it will arrive on Sunday morning. You thank her with shame, jerking off to her video minutes ago. Without her knowing... <mc><i>Should I tell Clara about Darius sending me these things? Nah, she would be mortified if she learned I saw that video...</i></mc> <<link [[Get Ready to Sleep|My Room]]>> <<set $arousal -=90>><<Arousal>> <<set $gymquest to 6>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <</if>>

<<set $beachrandomevents to [1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13]>> <<set $beachrandomchoice = $beachrandomevents.pluck()>> <<if $beachrandomchoice eq 1>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Beach/Beach Couple1.jpg" height=500></div> You see 3 bikini-clad young women around a young black man. <mc><i>Wow they look so intimate together! What a lucky man.</i></mc> <<elseif $beachrandomchoice eq 2>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Beach/Beach Couple3.jpg" height=500></div> You see an interracial couple, a white pregnant woman and the father of her baby. A towering black man with well defined abs... <mc><i>What a good looking couple, I'm sure their baby will be cute.</i></mc> <<elseif $beachrandomchoice eq 3>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Beach/BeachBabe.jpg" height=500></div> You see a pretty woman in a small black bikini, she seems watching her friends playing cards next to her. <mc><i>Wow, she has such a tight body!</i></mc> <<elseif $beachrandomchoice eq 4>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Beach/BeachBabe2.jpg" height=500></div> You see a woman with a tiny knitted bikini which leaves little to your imagination. She realizes your gaze and gives you a good pose with a smile. You smile back with a nice manner as an older man comes in to give her a kiss on the cheek. <mc><i>Damn she looks so fine. That guy doesn't seem jealous with all the looks she is getting.</i></mc> <<elseif $beachrandomchoice eq 5>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Beach/BeachBabe3.jpg" height=500></div> You see a woman of color with pretty curly hair and a HUGE ass covered with sand. She notices you checking her and gives you a slight smile. <mc><i>I'm sure she is used to getting all the attention on her, well on her ass.</i></mc> <<elseif $beachrandomchoice eq 6>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Beach/BeachBabe4.jpg" height=500></div> You see a pretty woman with a tiny green bikini in the shallow waters. <mc><i>Wow! Her boos and her tight waist looks so good...</i></mc> <<elseif $beachrandomchoice eq 7>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Beach/BeachVolleyball.jpg" height=500></div> You sit down and watch a couple of young people watch beach volleyball. Your eye follow the ball and the semi naked butts... <mc><i>Thank you! Whoever invented this sport, thank you!</i></mc> <<elseif $beachrandomchoice eq 8>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Beach/BeachVolleyball2.jpg" height=500></div> You sit down and watch a couple of young people watch beach volleyball. Your eye follow the ball and the semi naked butts... <mc><i>Thank you! Whoever invented this sport, thank you!</i></mc> <<elseif $beachrandomchoice eq 9>> While spending some time at the beach, you sit on the warm sand, letting the sea breeze brush against your skin. The rhythmic sound of the waves fills the air as you idly watch the people enjoying themselves. Your eyes catch a very busty woman swimming gracefully in the sea, her small black bikini clinging tightly to her curvaceous figure. She emerges from the water, her wet hair slicked back and sparkling droplets cascading down her sun-kissed skin. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Beach/BeachMishap.jpg" height=500></div> Then it happens—you notice her bikini top has shifted, and her right boob is almost fully exposed! Her group of friends on the shore spot it too, bursting into laughter and teasing her with playful shouts. She glances down, realizing the malfunction, and instead of panicking, she casually adjusts her top back into place with a confident laugh. Her smile is radiant as she sticks her tongue out at her friends, teasing them right back. The playful back-and-forth creates an infectious energy, and her effortless confidence is captivating. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Beach/BeachMishap.jpg" height=500></div> You can’t help but stare, impressed and a little flustered. A warm flush spreads over you, but it’s not just from the sun. <mc><i>I wish I could be that confident someday.</i></mc> You turn your attention back to the waves, trying to distract yourself, but the image of her poise and beauty lingers in your mind. <<elseif $beachrandomchoice eq 10>> As you sit on the sand, letting the salty breeze tickle your face, your attention is drawn to a young couple nearby. They’re lying on the sand, completely absorbed in each other. The guy, a brunette with a lean build, is on top of his girlfriend, their bodies pressed close as they kiss passionately. Her hands trail through his hair, and his fingers gently caress her cheek. It’s intimate, romantic, and impossible not to notice. <<MCTalk "Geez, get a room!">> You mutter under your breath, feeling a bit awkward. But then, watching the way they seem lost in their own little world, a softer thought crosses your mind. <mc><i>They do look really happy, though... so carefree.</i></mc> <<if $daynumber gte 14>>Your gaze lingers for a moment longer as a small smile tugs at your lips. You imagine yourself and Jessica in their place—her warm laughter, her arms wrapped around you, the two of you sharing a sweet, private moment under the sun. With a deep breath, you turn your focus back to the gentle waves, letting the thought of that future bring a faint blush to your cheeks and a flicker of hope to your heart.<</if>> <<elseif $beachrandomchoice eq 11>> As you sit on the sand, soaking up the warm breeze, your eyes land on a group of four pretty young women nearby. Each of them is dressed in a brightly colored bikini, their toned bodies glowing under the sun. They’re laughing, striking playful poses, and clinking their glass bottles together, the soft sound of their cheers mixing with the waves. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Beach/BeachBabe5.jpg" height=500></div> For a moment, you can’t help but admire them. Together, they look like they’ve stepped straight out of a Swiftgram feed, their beauty amplified by the so-called cheerleader effect. <mc><i>How are all the women in this city so hot?</i></mc> You watch as they giggle and snap pictures, likely for their Swiftgram profiles. The way they carry themselves with such effortless confidence leaves you a little mesmerized. But as you realize how long you’ve been watching, a wave of self-awareness hits. You quickly stand up, brushing the sand off your legs. <mc><i>Better not look like some staring creep</i></mc> You turn and stroll down the beach, letting the lively sound of their laughter fade behind you. Even as you focus on the horizon, their carefree energy lingers in your mind, a small reminder of the vibrant life this city holds. <<elseif $beachrandomchoice eq 12>> As you walk further along the beach, the crowds begin to thin, replaced by the soft rustle of vegetation swaying in the gentle breeze. The sounds of laughter and splashing waves fade, and the secluded part of the beach feels quieter, almost serene—until you see her. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Beach/BeachBabe6.jpg" height=500></div> A stunning woman in a fiery red bikini is kneeling in the sand, posing provocatively in a doggy-style position. Her thong bikini bottoms leave little to the imagination, her curves glistening under the sun. In front of her, a man with an expensive-looking camera snaps away, offering occasional directions as he adjusts his lens. <mc><i>She’s gotta be a model or something. No one looks that perfect—and that camera isn’t amateur equipment.</i></mc> You freeze, unsure whether to keep walking or turn back, but curiosity holds you in place. The way she moves with confidence, switching angles as if she owns every inch of her body, is almost hypnotic. Suddenly, she shifts her position, turning towards the camera with a sultry expression—and spots you in the process. Her eyes narrow for a second before she smirks and, to your utter shock, reaches back to untie her bikini top, tossing it to the side. <b>"Hey, you!"</b> she calls out, her voice cutting through the quiet like a whip. <b>"Yeah, you standing there gawking! If you want to see more, subscribe to my NaughtyFans. Don’t just stand there like a creep!"</b> Your cheeks flush hot with embarrassment as you realize how this must look. You quickly turn on your heel and power-walk back the way you came, the sound of her teasing laugh trailing behind you. By the time you’re back in the busier part of the beach, your face is still burning. <mc><i>She’s the one trying to do topless shots on a public beach! She should be the one ashamed—not me!</i></mc> But even as you try to justify it, the memory of her boldness sticks with you, an odd mixture of indignation and lingering arousal simmering in your chest. <<elseif $beachrandomchoice eq 13>> <<if $awquest gte 11>> The warm sand shifts beneath your feet as you stroll along the shoreline, the salty breeze ruffling your hair and the rhythmic sound of waves providing a soothing backdrop. It’s a beautiful day, and the beach is buzzing with activity. As your gaze sweeps across the scene, you spot two strangers near the water’s edge. The first is a tall, muscular black man with a physique that looks carved from stone. His yellow slip swimsuit clings to him like a second skin, accentuating every curve of his defined body. Your eyes can’t help but be drawn to the prominent bulge in his swimsuit. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Beach/BeachBulge.jpg" height=500></div> <mc><i>Holy… that’s massive.</i></mc> You swallow hard, feeling a rush of heat rise to your cheeks. Your heart races slightly as you try to convince yourself to look away, but your gaze lingers, almost hypnotized by the sight. Then, out of the corner of your eye, you notice her—a curvy brunette walking along the sand nearby. She’s stunning, with a confident sway in her step and a commanding presence of her own. At first, you think she’s just passing by, but then you notice her gaze is fixed on the same spot as yours. Her eyes are locked onto the man’s bulge, a faint, playful smirk curling at her lips. She doesn’t bother to hide her interest, her expression almost daring as she leans into her curiosity. With a flick of her hair and a confident posture, she makes no secret of her admiration. You glance back at the man for a split second, but it’s enough to make your stomach flutter again. His bulge is palpable, and the casual ease with which he carries himself makes the whole situation feel even more charged. The girl finally catches herself staring too long and walks off with a mischievous grin, as if savoring a secret she shares with no one but herself. You take a deep breath and will yourself to move along, your feet carrying you down the shore, but your thoughts linger on what you just witnessed. <<else>> The beach is alive with the sound of laughter and crashing waves as you stroll along, soaking in the vibrant atmosphere. Near the shoreline, you notice two strangers who happen to cross paths—a curvy brunette and a towering black man with a body that looks like it belongs in a fitness magazine. His yellow slip swimsuit hugs his muscular frame, leaving little to the imagination. Your gaze drifts downward, and you can’t help but notice the significant bulge in his swimsuit. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Beach/BeachBulge.jpg" height=500></div> <mc><i>Oh my… that’s hard to miss.</i></mc> As you glance back at the brunette, you catch her blatantly checking him out. Her eyes are locked on the same spot, and when she realizes it, she quickly flips her hair back, pretending to be nonchalant. For a moment, you feel oddly connected to this stranger in the shared act of staring. Then the realization hits, and you turn away, embarrassed. <mc><i>Okay, time to move along before it gets awkward.</i></mc> Even as you walk away, you can’t shake the image from your mind—the man’s confidence and the boldness of the girl who couldn’t hide her fascination. <</if>> <</if>> [[Return|Beach][$dtired = 1]]

<<if $p eq 1>> <kira>Kira</kira> lets you into the villa grounds. <<KiraTalk "Welcome $name. Jessica already arrived, she is with Mr. Brown by the pool. You can go upstairs and turn left. There will be a bathroom on your right. You change your clothes there.">> <<MCTalk "Thanks Kira, will you be joining us?">> <<KiraTalk "No, I have the day off and will hang out with my friends. Leaving in 5 minutes. Have fun.">> You follow <kira>Kira's</kira> instructions and go upstairs. You go left and you [[open the door on the left.|AndreMeet2][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Alexandra Nude.jpg" height=500></div> You open the door and see <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> without any clothes! She quickly covers herself with her hands, a shock on her face! Her cheeks and chest flush, so do yours. You feel ashamed for running into your naked <alexandra>Boss</alexandra>. At the same time you get so horny by seeing this beautiful, voluptuous woman without clothes. The way she tries to cover her huge boobs make them look even bigger and fuller as she presses them to her body. Before she can say a word you [[leave the room|AndreMeet2][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> You feel ashamed, horny and horrified. <mc><i>I can get fired for this! What if she tells this to Mr. Brown! Jess could get fired too. She could even sue me, oh man she is so rich, she would get the best lawyers. Including Mr. Brown... I'm fucked.</i></mc> The door behind you opens and <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> steps out. <<AlexandraTalk "$name! This will have consequences.">> <<MCTalk "I'm so sorry ma'am, I went into the wrong room. I didn't know you were in there. I'm so sorry.">> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> goes downstairs without saying a word, her face is perfectly still. <mc><i>Shit, she is gonna tell on me. Jess is downstairs too, fuck.</i></mc> She was wearing her swimsuit but you were so anxious you couldn't even notice what she was wearing. Your mind is racing with conflicting emotions. The fear of losing your new job and disappointing Jessica is battling with the undeniable attraction you feel towards Alexandra. You try to calm your mind, get into the bathroom and change into your swimsuit. Terrified with what you will go through, you are ready to [[go downstairs.|AndreMeet2][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Alexandra Pool5.jpg" height=500></div> You go downstairs and see <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> next to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, she is whispering something into his ear. You notice her cleavage and the curves of her cross-tied swimsuit. Her breasts are full and beautifully shaped, straining slightly against the fabric, making it difficult for you to keep your eyes off them. The swimsuit hugs her hourglass figure perfectly, drawing your attention to her narrow waist. Your gaze travels upwards to her face, which is equally mesmerizing. Her blue eyes, framed by long, thick lashes, seem to sparkle with a mix of warmth and authority. Her well-formed eyebrows are perfectly arched, giving her an air of allure. <<AlexandraTalk "Oh $name, come here. I was just talking about you.">> <<AndreTalk "Yes $name, come here.">> <mc><i>Shit, I'm done for!</i></mc> <<AndreTalk "Alexandra was just telling me how quickly you got adjusted at your new job. A smart and beautiful girl like Jessica chose her partner wisely, as expected.">> <<AlexandraTalk "Yeah, I'm sure $name here will be one of my top service providers in the upcoming months.">> As she speaks, you find yourself not just hearing her words but also being entranced by the way her lips move, the subtle play of expressions on her face, and the confidence that radiates from her every gesture. It’s as if her entire being is designed to command attention and admiration. With her words your fear calms down and you feel indebted to her. <mc><i>Thank god she didn't throw me under the bus!</i></mc> <<MCTalk "Thank you ma'am, for the chance you gave me.">> Understanding the true meaning of your words <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> [[gives you a smile.|AndreMeet2][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> <<AlexandraTalk "I'm sure $name will be a fun guest, right Andre?">> <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> fingers touch <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> abs in a seductive manner while she keeps eye contact with you. You slowly lower your gaze to follow her fingers, noticing <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> sculpted abs. <mc><i>Mr. Brown looks so fit for a professor.</i></mc> You keep following her fingers as they land on <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> swim shorts. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Alexandra Pool4.jpg" height=500></div> <<if $bbcinterest gte 6>> Your eyes lock on the outline of <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> cock, impossible to ignore as it swells under <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> teasing fingers. You can’t look away, mesmerized by the sheer size and the way it seems to throb beneath the fabric. <mc><i>God, that’s massive... How can he just stand there like that? No wonder she’s touching him—how could she resist?</i></mc> Your breath catches as a wave of heat washes over you, your own body reacting involuntarily. You glance down at yourself and feel a pang of inadequacy as you see nothing—no outline, no proof of arousal. <mc><i>He’s just so much bigger... And she knows it. She’s doing this to show me, isn’t she?</i></mc> The thought sends an unexpected jolt of excitement through you, your hands twitching as you struggle to regain composure. <<elseif $bbinterest $lte 3>> You notice the outline of <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> cock as it hardens with <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> playful touch. Your gaze lingers for a split second before you quickly look away, a nervous heat rushing to your face. <mc><i>Why does she do this in front of me? It’s like they’re trying to make me feel small...</i></mc> You drop your eyes to your feet, the moment leaving you feeling strangely inadequate. As your gaze lands on your own shorts, you notice the absence of any bulge, and a familiar sense of frustration bubbles up. <<else>> You notice the outline of <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> cock as it begins to swell under <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> touch. Your eyes linger a moment longer than you intend, tracing the prominent curve beneath his swim shorts. <mc><i>God, he’s big... Is that why she’s touching him like that? She knows how obvious it is...</i></mc> Your heart pounds as you force yourself to look away, but the image stays in your mind. Glancing down at your own shorts, you can’t help but notice the stark contrast—no outline, no visible proof of your arousal. A mix of shame and an unspoken curiosity twists in your chest, leaving you flushed and distracted.<</if>> [[Go outside to the pool area|AndreMeet2][$p=6]] <<elseif $p eq 6>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Jessica Swimwear.jpg" height=600></div> Three of you go to the patio, you see <jessica>Jessica</jessica> in her bikini, taking in the sunshine next to lounge chairs. <<JessicaTalk "Hi there. Thank you once again Mr. Brown, the patio and the garden look amazing.">> <<AndreTalk "You are welcome Jessica, without your diligence the report wouldn't be finished in time.">> As two couples you start chilling by the pool, have small talk for a while. But you are having a hard time following the conversation lead by <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. You are too distracted by the bikini beauties around you. Looking at <jessica>Jessica</jessica> you realize she seems zoned out while looking at <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> topless physique and nodding her head. <mc><i>Is she looking at his abs?</i></mc> <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> voice brings you back to the patio. <<AlexandraTalk "$name, can you help me get some cocktails and carry them to the mini fridge over there?">> [[Go inside with Alexandra|AndreMeet2][$p=7]] <<elseif $p eq 7>> You two arrive at the kitchen in the big empty villa. She leads you there from the back as you start to worry about what will happen. <<AlexandraTalk "$name, I didn't get bothered by you seeing me naked. Really, I was shocked at the moment but you have nothing to worry about.">> <<MCTalk "Thank you ma'am, it was an honest mistake. I apologize once again.">> <<AlexandraTalk "I might have even enjoyed it a bit too much. I have always had this effect on men, they lust after me, want me. But you boy, none of them blush and get all flustered like you. I feel like a goddess around you since the day we met, so your job is secure, for now.">> You were relieved with her not holding a grudge but this? You don't know what to say or even what to think. You blush again... <<AlexandraTalk "That is a good enough answer for me. We will talk later. Now carry these.">> Her words, both comforting and teasing, leaves you feeling indebted and strangely exhilarated. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Alexandra Pool2.jpg" height=600></div> She turns around to show you the goods, the cocktails... Your heart beats fast and your dick gets semi-hard by seeing her shiny ass and her lovely side-boob. At that moment she turns her head, catching you as you were undressing her in your imagination. <mc><i>Goddd, she is teasing me so much! She must be really enjoying this. I hope Mr. Brown doesn't catch her in the act.</i></mc> [[Return to Patio with the cocktails|AndreMeet2][$p=8]] <<elseif $p eq 8>> You return to the patio with the cocktails, you hear <jessica>Jessica</jessica> giggling with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. When she sees you with the cocktails she meets you half-way to help you. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Jessica Swimwear3.jpg" height=500></div> This is your first chance to have long look at her this morning, you realize she has done heavier make-up than usual. Her cheeks looks slightly reddened which you dismiss as the effect of sitting under the morning sun. Her bikini top doesn't show much cleavage but shows the outline of her nipples under the sun. You feel jealous noticing that, <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> must have seen them during their conversation. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> helps you get the cocktails into the fridge as <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> prepares four glasses for you. <<AlexandraTalk "Don't worry, the alcohol level is really in low in the cocktails. So you can drink in peace $name, after all you will be working all day after our time here.">> You thank her and get a glass. <<AlexandraTalk "So why don't we have a little fun before we get into the pool! What about a couple of rounds of a drinking game?">> <<AndreTalk "Great idea, so we could get to know each other more. We will be working together for a long time and it would be better to know and trust each other, right?">> <<JessicaTalk "I would love to kno... work with you Mr. Brown. ">> <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> smiles slightly without a word, you feel light tension in the air. The group takes a look at you and [[you nod yes to play the game.|AndreMeet2][$p=9]] <<elseif $p eq 9>> <<AlexandraTalk "Cocktails aren't heavy on alcohol but still we can play 'Never Have I Ever'. Everyone knows the rules right? Alright here I go: Never have I ever walked in my naked boss.">> <mc><i>Shit, why did she do that? I need to come up with something quick!</i></mc> You take a sip from your cocktail. Nobody else does. <<MCTalk "It was at highschool, I was working as a volunteer at the school's sport complex and walked in the coach after shower.">> <<AlexandraTalk "You don't have to explain yourself in the game $name, don't worry.">> <<AndreTalk "Alright I'm next. Never have I ever kissed a person of the same gender.">> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> takes a sip, then <jessica>Jessica</jessica> takes a sip, you were not expecting that. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> blushes further a bit. <<AlexandraTalk "Good girl! You have a wild one here $name boy.">> <<JessicaTalk "Next! So we are gonna play naughty huh?">> <<AlexandraTalk "It is the whole point of this game isn't it?">> <<JessicaTalk "Never have I ever cheated on my partner.">> None of you drink. You are surprised by <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> not taking a sip. You were expecting a rich, powerful and charismatic man with a fit body to have affairs. It is your turn. <<MCTalk "Never have I ever gone skinny dipping.">> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> take a sip like you expected. With this one first round ends. [[Go to second round|AndreMeet2][$p=10]] <<elseif $p eq 10>> <<AlexandraTalk "Alright let's make it more spicy this turn, then we cool in the pool. Never have I ever fantasized about my boss.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and you take a sip, after you do, you have a brief moment of eye contact. You avert your eyes from her but you see the contended faces of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. Without giving you much time to think about <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> sip, next turn begins. <<AndreTalk "Never have I ever been caught in an embarrassing situation by someone I was attracted to.">> All three of you take a sip as <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> bursts out a laugh. <<JessicaTalk "Never have I ever had sex in a public space?">> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> take a sip after looking at each other. <<AlexandraTalk "Oh Jessica, you have no idea.">> Feeling more at ease with socializing and the effect of the cocktails you decide to get bold on the last turn of the game. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> teased you all morning, messing with your head. Now you will make her, only her drink. <<MCTalk "Never have I ever had sex with someone of the same sex.">> As you expect <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> takes a sip. Also, with a nervous face <jessica>Jessica</jessica> takes a sip from her cocktail. <<AlexandraTalk "You have nothing to feel ashamed about Jessica, sex is a natural and beautiful thing.">> <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> gets up, heading to the pool, [[giving you two a chance to talk.|AndreMeet2][$p=11]] <<elseif $p eq 11>> <<JessicaTalk "I didn't want you to know that part of my past $name. I regret taking a sip.">> <<MCTalk "Baby, you are young, in college, it is okay to experiment. I love you the same, nothing changed with this information.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> gives you a hug and plants a kiss on your cheek. She still looks nervous for a reason but you decide not to pry. <<MCTalk "Do you want to swim?">> <<JessicaTalk "No babe, I think I will just sunbathe here.">> You decide to tag along and lay on the lounge chair next to <jessica>Jessica's</jessica>. She holds your hand and you two sunbathe. As you lay comfortably you see the powerful couple in the pool. [[Look at Mr. Brown and Alexandra in the pool|AndreMeet2][$p=12]] <<elseif $p eq 12>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Alexandra Pool3.jpg" height=500></div> As you observe <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> in the pool, their chemistry is undeniable. The contrast between the tall, muscular black man and the short, voluptuous white woman is striking. <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> powerful physique, with its defined muscles and broad shoulders, contrasts dramatically with <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> soft, alluring curves. The sun shines on their wet skin, emphasizing the stark difference in their physical forms. <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> Together, they create an alluring tableau—each individual captivating in their own right, but as a couple, they form a mesmerizing synergy. The rich, dark hue of <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> skin against <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> fair complexion adds an extra layer of allure. The couple swim individually for a while as [[your gaze follows Alexandra.|AndreMeet2][$p=13]] <<elseif $p eq 13>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Alexandra Pool.jpg" height=500></div> As she swims her swimsuit seems to be pushing her boobs tighter, even from the patio you can see her erect nipples. Your eyes lock with hers, and she rewards you with a teasing smile. Maintaining eye contact, she brushes her hair back with a graceful, deliberate motion, giving you a view to die for.. She glides closer to the patio, her every movement exuding confidence and allure. Instinctively, you rise, grabbing a towel and approaching her. <<Arousalincrease 40>><<Arousal>> <<AlexandraTalk "Thank you my dear boy. I noticed you didn't join us in the pool. Swimmers usually have a more athletic build, don’t they? I was expecting you to have the physique of a swimmer, especially since you told me you were a competitive swimmer. But you don’t quite fit the bill, do you?">> <<MCTalk "Uhmm, I haven’t swum in a while.">> She noticed your lie about the reason of your shaved body hair. You try to steer the conversation elsewhere, trying to come up with something but it is too late. <<AlexandraTalk "Not an active swimmer huh! You must just enjoy having smooth skin like I do.">> Avoiding the conversation you turn and walk towards the chairs, you notice <jessica>Jessica</jessica> is completely absorbed in watching <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. Her gaze is fixed on him, clearly captivated by his presence. [[You take a seat and glance over to see what has captured Jess's attention so completely|AndreMeet2][$p=14]] <<elseif $p eq 14>> You look in <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> direction just as he emerges from the pool. Your eyes are drawn to his swimsuit, which clings to his body, revealing the outline of his impressive cock. The substantial bulge leans to the left, clearly defined against the wet fabric. You can't help but feel a mix of awe and intimidation at the sight, the size and presence of it leaving a lasting impression. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Andre Pool.jpg" height=400></div> <<if $bbcinterest lte 3>> You catch a glimpse of <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> bulge and quickly avert your eyes, a wave of discomfort hitting you. The size, the definition—it’s too much to ignore, but you do your best to push it from your mind. <mc><i>Why did I even notice that? It’s just... there. It doesn’t mean anything.</i></mc> You shift in your seat, trying to shake the intrusive thoughts creeping in. The sight lingers in your mind despite your efforts, stirring a confusion you don’t want to confront. <mc><i>This is ridiculous. I shouldn’t even care. Why do I feel so tense?</i></mc> You clench your fists, willing the heat in your face to subside as you focus on anything else in your surroundings. Yet, the moment sticks with you, unsettling in its intensity. <<elseif $bbcinterest gte 6>> Your gaze locks onto <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> bulge, the sheer size and definition making your heart pound. It’s not just a glance—it’s as though your eyes are drawn there by a force beyond your control. The wet fabric clings to him, outlining every detail, and your breath catches in your throat. <mc><i>It’s massive... It’s not fair how someone can just exude this kind of presence, this dominance, without even trying.</i></mc> <<Arousalincrease 40>><<Arousal>> You feel the heat rising in your cheeks as your body responds, the tightness in your shorts impossible to ignore. The memory of <darius>Darius</darius> briefly flashes in your mind, but this is something more immediate, more visceral. <mc><i>How does anyone compete with that? How can I?</i></mc> A tingle spreads through your body as you unconsciously shift in your seat, the arousal building to a point where it’s impossible to deny. You feel overwhelmed, captivated by the raw masculinity before you, and a part of you doesn’t want to look away. <<else>> You glance at <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> bulge, a quick, fleeting look that lasts longer than you intended. The outline is unmistakable, the wet fabric revealing more than you’re prepared to process. <mc><i>Damn... It’s huge. Why do I keep looking?</i></mc> You try to focus elsewhere, but your eyes betray you, flickering back to the sight. There’s a strange pull you can’t quite explain—a mix of curiosity, awe, and something else entirely. Your heart races as you struggle to maintain your composure. <mc><i>This isn’t normal. Why am I even thinking about it?</i></mc> You shift uncomfortably, a flush creeping over your skin as the tension in your body grows. You can’t shake the image from your mind, and it leaves you feeling both unnerved and strangely intrigued. <</if>> <<BisexualityIncrease 1>> <<set $bbcinterest +=1>> [[Turn to see Jessica's reaction|AndreMeet2][$p=15]] <<elseif $p eq 15>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Jessica Swimwear4.jpg" height=400></div> You glance over at <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and notice her eyes are also fixed on the same spot. Her gaze is intense, her cheeks visibly flushed, and she's unconsciously biting her lip. The realization that she is seeing the same thing stirs a complicated mix of emotions in you. What do you think? <<link[["She’s... into him. Really into him."|AndreMeet2]]>><<set $p to 16>><<set $andremeet2firstchoice to 1>><</link>> <<link[["This isn’t fair. I’m right here! Does she even notice me?"|AndreMeet2]]>><<set $p to 16>><<set $andremeet2firstchoice to 2>><</link>> <<link[["It’s like she’s lost in him, and I... I can’t stop watching her."|AndreMeet2]]>><<set $p to 16>><<set $andremeet2firstchoice to 3>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 16>> <<if $andremeet2firstchoice eq 1>> Your thoughts spiral uncontrollably as you try to process what you’re seeing. <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> captivated expression feels like a window into something deeper—a desire you hadn’t realized she had. <mc><i>She’s... into him. Really into him. Am I even a part of her thoughts right now?</i></mc> The blush on her cheeks, the way her teeth graze her lip, and her unflinching gaze—it all leaves you feeling small and disoriented. Yet, beneath the unease, you feel a pull, a strange allure you can’t shake. <mc><i>What’s happening to me? Why am I so drawn to her reaction?</i></mc> <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> Your arousal intensifies despite the confusion. You watch as <jessica>Jessica</jessica> finally stirs from her trance, rising from her seat. <<elseif $andremeet2firstchoice eq 2>> Jealousy flares in your chest as you see <jessica>Jessica</jessica> so utterly engrossed in him. The way her eyes linger on his form feels like a silent declaration that you don’t measure up. <<Arousalincrease 10>><<Arousal>> <mc><i>This isn’t fair. I’m right here! Does she even notice me?</i></mc> <<set $MCcuck +=1>><<set $stress +=20>><<Stress>> You clench your fists, feeling the sharp sting of inadequacy. Your gaze flickers between her flushed face and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, trying to convince yourself that this is just a moment of weakness for her—or maybe for you. <mc><i>If I could just break her focus, remind her I’m here...</i></mc> But your efforts to meet her eyes or pull her attention fail. She doesn’t even glance your way before standing up, still absorbed in the scene before her. <<elseif $andremeet2firstchoice eq 3>> Your body betrays you as your arousal rises uncontrollably. It’s not just <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> reaction that captivates you—it’s the raw, undeniable energy in the room. <mc><i>Her face... She’s so into it. It’s like she’s lost in him, and I... I can’t stop watching her.</i></mc> The way her lip trembles, the way her breathing deepens—it fuels something primal inside you. You feel ashamed for how much this is affecting you, yet you can’t stop. <mc><i>What is wrong with me? Why does this feel... so intense?</i></mc> <<Arousalincrease 40>><<Arousal>><<set $bbcinterest +=1>><<set $MCcuck +=1>> Your pulse races as <jessica>Jessica</jessica> suddenly moves, standing up with a purpose you can’t quite read. <</if>> <<JessicaTalk "Thank you for having us all morning but we better go now. $name has his shift and I have chores to deal with. We would hate to keep you occupied Mr. Brown.">> You sense an urgency at <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> voice and mannerisms. The two of you pack your things rapidly and start to walk towards the villa to change your clothes. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Jessica Swimwear2.jpg" height=600></div> As you walk together, you notice her trying to adjust her bikini bottom. You glance down and see part of it dampened, yet she didn’t go anywhere near the pool. <mc><i>Did... did she get wet just by looking at Mr. Brown’s bulge?</i></mc> You walk into the villa and change into your usual clothes. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and you leave the villa without uttering a word to each other, both of you struggling to process the morning's experience. The silence between you is thick, each of you lost in your thoughts and unable to make eye contact. <<JessicaTalk "So, uhmm... See you Sunday, $name.">> <<MCTalk "Yeah, see you at the comic-con.">> Both of your voices are subdued, almost hesitant. The usual ease between you is replaced by a palpable tension, a shared understanding that something significant had just transpired. As you part ways, you can't shake the overwhelming feelings from the pool gathering. [[Walk towards the bus stop|AndreMeet2][$p=17]] <<elseif $p eq 17>> An expensive SUV stops next to you, you look inside and see <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Alexandra Car.jpg" height=600></div> <<AlexandraTalk "I am going home but I can give you a lift to the hotel my dear.">> You nod and get in. On the way she listens to the music and you two don't talk at all. As she drops you by the hotel she says the only words you share in the car. <<AlexandraTalk "We should do more of these pool double dates, it was so fun. See you tomorrow and have a good shift dear.">> <<link [[Go into the hotel|Lobby]]>><<set $andrequest to 2>><<set $p to 1>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $gallery eq "Clara">> <div style="text-align:center"><table style="width:100%"> <tr><td>[[Return|Contacts]]</td></tr> <<if $dariusevent gte 1>> <tr><td> <img src="Images/Home/Darius Text3.jpg" height=500></td></tr> <tr><td>You had received this photo from <darius>Darius</darius>, <clara>Clara</clara> sucking his <b>BBC</b></td></tr><</if>> <<if $gymquest gte 6>> <tr><td><img src="Images/Home/Darius Text5.jpg" height=500></td></tr> <tr><td>You had received this photo from <darius>Darius</darius>, <clara>Clara</clara> taking his <b>BBC</b> in doggystyle.</td></tr> <tr><td><img src="Images/Home/Darius Text6.jpg" height=500></td></tr> <tr><td>You had received this video from <darius>Darius</darius>,<clara>Clara</clara> thanking his <b>BBC</b>, with cum dripping down her chin. </td></tr><</if>> <<if $claraquest gte 6>> <tr><td><img src="Images/Home/Darius Text7.jpg" height=500></td></tr> <tr><td>You had received this photo from <darius>Darius</darius>, <clara>Clara's</clara> face covered by <darius>Darius'</darius> cum... </td></tr><</if>> <tr><td>[[Return|Contacts]]</td></tr> </table></div> <<elseif $gallery eq "Jessica">> <div style="text-align:center"><table style="width:100%"> <tr><td>[[Return|Contacts]]</td></tr> <<if $andrequest gte 1>> <tr><td><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/JessicaPhoto4.jpg" height=500></td></tr> <tr><td>You had taken this photo after <jessica>Jessica</jessica> got a job in <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> law firm.</td></tr> <</if>> <<if $claraquest gte 5>> <tr><td><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/JessicaPhoto.jpg" height=500></td></tr> <tr><td>You had received this photo from your lovely girlfriend, <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. </td></tr> <</if>> <<if $gymquest gte 5>> <tr><td><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/JessicaPhoto2.jpg" height=500></td></tr> <tr><td>You had received this photo from <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, after asking for a nude to lift up your spirits.</td></tr><</if>> <<if $gymquest gte 9>> <tr><td><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/JessicaPhoto3.jpg" height=500></td></tr> <tr><td>You had received this photo from <jessica>Jessica</jessica>.</td></tr><</if>> <<if $alexandraquest gte 6>> <tr><td><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/JessicaPhoto5.jpg" height=500></td></tr> <tr><td><andre>Mr. Brown</andre> took this photo as <jessica>Jessica</jessica> was sucking his big black cock. </td></tr> <</if>> <<if $claraquest gte 20>> <tr><td><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/JessicaPhoto6.jpg" height=500></td></tr> <tr><td><jessica>Jessica</jessica> sent this photo to you with <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> cum on her tongue and lips.</td></tr> <</if>> <<if $jessicaquest gte 18>> <tr><td><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/JessicaPhoto7.jpg" height=500></td></tr> <tr><td><andre>Mr. Brown</andre> sent this photo to you as <jessica>Jessica</jessica> sucked his huge cock.</td></tr> <<if $jessicaquest gte 18 and $jessicadate18secondchoice gte 2>> <tr><td><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/JessicaPhoto8.jpg" height=500></td></tr> <tr><td><andre>Mr. Brown</andre> sent this photo to you as <jessica>Jessica</jessica> sucked his huge cock.</td></tr> <</if>> <<if $jessicadate18secondchoice eq 3>> <tr><td><video loop autoplay src="Images/Phone/Gallery/JessicaVideo.mp4"/></td></tr> <tr><td><andre>Mr. Brown</andre> sent this video to you as <jessica>Jessica</jessica> sucked his huge cock.</td></tr> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $jessicaquest gte 19>> <tr><td><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/MCPhoto7.jpg" height=500></td></tr> <tr><td>You took this photo as <jessica>Jessica</jessica> straddled you.</td></tr> <</if>> <tr><td>[[Return|Contacts]]</td></tr> </table></div> <<elseif $gallery eq "Alexandra">> <div style="text-align:center"><table style="width:100%"> <tr><td>[[Return|Contacts]]</td></tr> <<if $awquest gte 3>> <tr><td><div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/AlexandraPhoto.jpg" height=500></div></td></tr> <tr><td>You had received this photo from your boss, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. </td></tr> <</if>> <<if $alexandraquest gte 3>> <tr><td><div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/AlexandraPhoto2.jpg" height=500></div></td></tr> <tr><td>You had received this bunny outfit selfie from your boss, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. </td></tr> <</if>> <<if $alexandraquest gte 4>> <tr><td><div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/AlexandraPhoto3.jpg" height=500></div></td></tr> <tr><td>You had received this selfie from <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> with <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> monster cock... </td></tr> <</if>> <<if $claraquest gte 13>> <tr><td><div style="text-align:center"><<if $v04photocensor eq 1>><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/AlexandraPhoto4.jpg" height=500><<elseif $v04photocensor eq 0>><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/AlexandraPhoto5.jpg" height=500><</if>></div></td></tr> <tr><td>You had received this selfie from <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> with a focus on <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> monster cock... </td></tr> <</if>> <<if $awquest gte 11>> <tr><td><div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Phone/Gallery/AlexandraVideo.mp4"/></div></td></tr> <tr><td><div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Phone/Gallery/AlexandraVideo2.mp4"/></div></td></tr> <tr><td>You had received these videos from <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>.</td></tr><</if>> <<if $awquest gte 14>> <tr><td><div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/AlexandraPhoto6.jpg" height=500></div></td></tr> <tr><td>You had received this bikini selfie from <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>.</td></tr><</if>> <<if $jessicaquest gte 18>> <tr><td><div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/AlexandraPhoto7.jpg" height=500></div></td></tr> <tr><td>You had received this selfie from <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>.</td></tr><</if>> <<if $awquest gte 16>> <tr><td><div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/AlexandraPhoto8.jpg" height=500></div></td></tr> <tr><td>You had received this censored selfie from <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> as she invited you to her place.</td></tr> <</if>> <<if $jessicadate19mistress eq 1>> <tr><td><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/AlexandraPhoto9.jpg" height=500></td></tr> <tr><td><alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> sent this photo to you as she was measuring <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> big black cock with her forearm.</td></tr> <</if>> <tr><td>[[Return|Contacts]]</td></tr> </table></div> <<elseif $gallery eq "Andre">> <div style="text-align:center"><table style="width:100%"> <tr><td>[[Return|Contacts]]</td></tr> <<if $jessicaquest gte 7>> <tr><td><div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/BrownPhoto.jpg" height=500></div></td></tr> <tr><td><jessica>Jessica</jessica> had received this selfie from <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and you forwarded it to yourself. </td></tr> <</if>> <<if $alexandraquest gte 4>> <tr><td><div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/AlexandraPhoto3.jpg" height=500></div></td></tr> <tr><td>You had received this selfie from <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> with <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> monster cock... </td></tr> <</if>> <<if $claraquest gte 13>> <tr><td><div style="text-align:center"><<if $v04photocensor eq 1>><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/AlexandraPhoto4.jpg" height=500><<elseif $v04photocensor eq 0>><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/AlexandraPhoto5.jpg" height=500><</if>></div></td></tr> <tr><td>You had received this selfie from <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> with a focus on <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> monster cock... </td></tr> <</if>> <<if $awquest gte 11>> <tr><td><div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Phone/Gallery/AlexandraVideo.mp4"/></div></td></tr> <tr><td><div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Phone/Gallery/AlexandraVideo2.mp4"/></div></td></tr> <tr><td>You had received these videos from <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>.</td></tr><</if>> <<if $alexandraquest gte 6>> <tr><td><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/JessicaPhoto5.jpg" height=500></td></tr> <tr><td><andre>Mr. Brown</andre> took this photo as <jessica>Jessica</jessica> was sucking his big black cock. </td></tr> <</if>> <<if $jessicaquest gte 18>> <tr><td><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/JessicaPhoto7.jpg" height=500></td></tr> <tr><td><andre>Mr. Brown</andre> sent this photo to you as <jessica>Jessica</jessica> sucked his huge cock.</td></tr> <<if $jessicaquest gte 18 and $jessicadate18secondchoice gte 2>> <tr><td><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/JessicaPhoto8.jpg" height=500></td></tr> <tr><td><andre>Mr. Brown</andre> sent this photo to you as <jessica>Jessica</jessica> sucked his huge cock.</td></tr> <</if>> <<if $jessicadate18secondchoice eq 3>> <tr><td><video loop autoplay src="Images/Phone/Gallery/JessicaVideo.mp4"/></td></tr> <tr><td><andre>Mr. Brown</andre> sent this video to you as <jessica>Jessica</jessica> sucked his huge cock.</td></tr> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $jessicadate19mistress eq 1>> <tr><td><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/AlexandraPhoto9.jpg" height=500></td></tr> <tr><td><alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> sent this photo to you as she was measuring <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> big black cock with her forearm.</td></tr> <</if>> <tr><td>[[Return|Contacts]]</td></tr> </table></div> <<elseif $gallery eq "Darius">> <div style="text-align:center"><table style="width:100%"> <tr><td>[[Return|Contacts]]</td></tr> <<if $dariusevent gte 1>> <tr><td><img src="Images/Home/Darius Text3.jpg" height=500></td></tr> <tr><td>You had received this photo from <darius>Darius</darius>, <clara>Clara</clara> sucking his <b>BBC.</b></td></tr><</if>> <<if $gymquest gte 6>> <tr><td><img src="Images/Home/Darius Text5.jpg" height=500></td></tr> <tr><td>You had received this photo from <darius>Darius</darius>, <clara>Clara</clara> taking his <b>BBC</b> in doggystyle.</td></tr> <tr><td><img src="Images/Home/Darius Text6.jpg" height=500></td></tr> <tr><td>You had received this video from <darius>Darius</darius>, <clara>Clara</clara> thanking his <b>BBC</b>, with cum dripping down her chin.</td></tr> <<if $claraquest gte 8>> <tr><td> <img src="Images/Home/Darius Text8.jpg" height=500></td></tr> <tr><td>You had received this photo from <darius>Darius</darius>, his cover model sucking his <b>BBC</b>.</td></tr><</if>> <tr><td> <img src="Images/Home/Darius Text9.jpg" height=500></td></tr> <tr><td>You had received this photo from <darius>Darius</darius>, his cover model being penetrated by <b>BBC</b>.</td></tr><</if>> <tr><td>[[Return|Contacts]]</td></tr> </table></div> <<elseif $gallery eq "Liya">> <div style="text-align:center"><table style="width:100%"> <tr><td>[[Return|Contacts]]</td></tr> <<if $claraquest gte 10>> <tr><td><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/LiyaPhoto.jpg" height=500></td></tr> <tr><td>You had received this bikini selfie from <liya>Liya</liya>.</td></tr><</if>> <tr><td>[[Return|Contacts]]</td></tr> </table></div> <<elseif $gallery eq "MC">> <div style="text-align:center"><table style="width:100%"> <tr><td>[[Return|Contacts]]</td></tr> <<if $gymquest gte 9>> <tr><td><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/MCPhoto.jpeg" height=500></td></tr> <tr><td>You had taken this boyshorts selfie and sent it to <jessica>Jessica</jessica>.</td></tr><</if>> <<if $v04pantiesphoto eq 1>> <tr><td><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/MCPhoto2.jpg" height=450></td></tr> <tr><td><liya>Liya</liya> had taken the photo so you could send it to <jessica>Jessica</jessica>.</td></tr><</if>> <<if $v04pantiesphoto eq 2>> <tr><td><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/MCPhoto2.jpg" height=450></td></tr> <tr><td><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/MCPhoto3.jpg" height=450></td></tr> <tr><td><liya>Liya</liya> had taken these photos so you could send them to <jessica>Jessica</jessica>.</td></tr><</if>> <<if $awquest gte 11>> <tr><td><<if $cafewaitress5choice eq 1>><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/MCPhoto4.jpg" height=500><<elseif $cafewaitress5choice eq 2>><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/MCPhoto5.jpg" height=500><</if>></td></tr> <tr><td>You had taken this thong selfie for <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>.</td></tr><</if>> <<if $jessicadate18secondchoice eq 3>> <tr><td><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/MCPhoto6.jpg" height=450></td></tr> <tr><td>You took this selfie for <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> as you begged him for a photo of <jessica>Jessica</jessica> sucking him.</td></tr><</if>> <<if $jessicaquest gte 19>> <tr><td><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/MCPhoto7.jpg" height=500></td></tr> <tr><td>You took this photo as <jessica>Jessica</jessica> straddled you.</td></tr> <</if>> <tr><td>[[Return|Contacts]]</td></tr> </table></div> <<elseif $gallery eq "Charlotte">> <div style="text-align:center"><table style="width:100%"> <tr><td>[[Return|Contacts]]</td></tr> <<if $sociclass gte 9>> <tr><td><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/Charlotte.jpg" height=500></td></tr> <tr><td>You had received this bra selfie from <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte>.</td></tr><</if>> <<if $daynumber gte 59>> <tr><td><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/Charlotte2.jpg" height=500></td></tr> <tr><td>You had received this bulge photo from <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte>.</td></tr><</if>> <tr><td>[[Return|Contacts]]</td></tr> </table></div> <<elseif $gallery eq "Elizabeth">> <div style="text-align:center"><table style="width:100%"> <tr><td>[[Return|Contacts]]</td></tr> <<if $elizabethquest gte 1>> <tr><td><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/ElizabethPhoto.jpg" height=500></td></tr> <tr><td>You had received this selfie from <elizabeth>Elizabeth</elizabeth>.</td></tr><</if>> <tr><td>[[Return|Contacts]]</td></tr> </table></div> <</if>>

<<if $awquest eq 1 and $p eq 1>> You get into your waiter uniform and start your shift at the cafe. After this morning's events, your mind is constantly elsewhere, unable to focus on the tasks at hand. <mc><i>Jess took a sip for fantasizing about her boss. Is that boss Mr. Brown?</i></mc> <<if $bbcinterest gte 8 and $MCcuck gte 2>> Your chest tightens as anxiety washes over you. You vividly remember how <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> body captivated <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, the way her gaze lingered on him with open admiration. A shiver runs down your spine as you recall the way his wet swim trunks clung to him, revealing that massive bulge. <mc><i>It wasn’t just her who was captivated... I couldn’t stop staring either. How does someone even compare to that?</i></mc> The image replays in your mind, leaving you flushed with arousal and self-doubt. <mc><i>She sees him almost every day now... She must notice it. How could she not? Does she think about him when we’re together? Does she wish I was more like him?</i></mc> A knot tightens in your stomach as a strange mixture of jealousy and curiosity consumes you. The more you think about it, the harder it is to focus on work, your mind wandering back to the thought of <jessica>Jessica</jessica> fantasizing about a man like <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. <<elseif $bbcinterest gte 8 and $MCcuck lt 2>> Your chest tightens as anxiety washes over you. You can’t forget how <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> body drew <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> attention, how her eyes were fixed on him with that unmistakable look. A flash of his imposing physique comes back to you, the definition of his muscles, the sheer size of the bulge in his trunks. <<set $stress +=20>><<Stress>> <mc><i>I hate how I keep thinking about it... but it’s so hard to forget. That guy doesn’t even have to try—he just commands attention.</i></mc> The thoughts stir both frustration and an unsettling intrigue within you. <mc><i>She works with him now... Does she find him attractive? Is it just admiration, or is there something more? God, I hate this... Why does it bother me so much?</i></mc> You shake your head and try to focus, but the memory refuses to leave, like a constant reminder of how inadequate you feel in comparison. <<elseif $bbcinterest lt 8 and $MCcuck lt 2>> Your chest tightens as anxiety washes over you. The memory of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> emerging from the pool flashes through your mind, but it’s not the details of his body that stick—it’s <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> reaction. The way she looked at him, her blush, her fixation... It leaves you unsettled. <mc><i>Does she think he’s more attractive than me? She works with him so often now... I can’t get it out of my head.</i></mc> <<set $stress +=20>><<Stress>> You feel an unwelcome pang of jealousy and push it down, trying to rationalize it away. <mc><i>It’s just a look... She was just admiring him. That doesn’t mean anything, right? It’s not like she’s fantasizing about him... Is she?</i></mc> You try to shake the thoughts, but they linger like an unwelcome shadow, pulling your attention away from your work. <<elseif $bbcinterest lt 8 and $MCcuck gte 2>> Your chest tightens as anxiety washes over you. You can’t help but replay the moment when <jessica>Jessica</jessica> was so clearly captivated by <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. It wasn’t just the way she looked at him—it was the blush on her cheeks, the way her lip trembled as if she couldn’t contain herself. <mc><i>She works for him now... Sees him every day... She already admires him so much. What if that admiration turns into something more?</i></mc> <<set $stress +=20>><<Stress>> The thought gnaws at you, a sharp pang of jealousy twisting in your chest. <mc><i>I know I’m not as impressive as him. What if I’m not enough for her? What if she’s already thinking about...?</i></mc> The idea is unbearable, yet you can’t push it away. You fumble through your duties at the café, your thoughts circling around <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and the growing distance you fear. <</if>> Lost in your thoughts, you don't notice the hot coffee precariously balanced on your tray. Your distracted movements lead to a misstep, and before you can react, the cup tilts and spills hot coffee all over a customer's lap. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/AWCoffee.jpg" height=400></div> <<link[[Manager comes running to scold you!|CafeJob]]>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $p to 2>><</link>> <<elseif $awquest eq 1 and $p eq 2>> Your manager comes running with a stern face, removing you from the scene and starts to apologize to the customer. A waitress brings an ice-pack as you go to the cafe's counter. The managers arrives to the counter to scold you: <i>"What happened there? You can't be this sloppy, especially during a busy shift!</i> <<MCTalk "I'm really sorry. It won't happen again. I was just... distracted.">> <i>Distracted? Well, you better get your head in the game. I have to report this to the boss lady. She won't be pleased with your performance today.</i> <mc><i>Shit! The last thing I need is Alexandra to fire me.</i></mc> As the hours pass, you manage to get through the rest of your shift without further incidents. However, your eyes keep drifting towards the pretty waitresses in their mini skirts, gracefully weaving through the cafe, effortlessly earning smiles and generous tips from customers. <mc><i>It's so unfair. They get all the attention just because they're hot... Like Brooke. I barely get anything in tips.</i></mc> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/AWWork.jpg" height=600></div> <<link[[Try to shake off your frustrations and focus on doing your job better.|CafeJob]]>><<set $p to 3>><<set $awquest1choice to 1>><</link>> <<link[[Resentfully watch the waitresses as they charm their way through the shift.|CafeJob]]>><<set $p to 3>><<set $awquest1choice to 2>><</link>> <<link[[Succumb to intrusive thoughts about Jessica and Mr. Brown.|CafeJob]]>><<set $p to 3>><<set $awquest1choice to 3>><</link>> <<elseif $awquest eq 1 and $p eq 3>> <<if $awquest1choice eq 1>><<set $stress +=10>><<Stress>> You glance at the waitresses again, their confident strides and playful smiles captivating the customers effortlessly. Their charm is magnetic, leaving you feeling invisible in comparison. Your thoughts spiral as frustration and doubt creep in. <mc><i>Mr. Brown has the charisma, money, the body, the luxury villa—everything. No wonder Jessica is so impressed by him. And these girls… they have beauty and sexuality that just draw people in. I have nothing. Meanwhile, I can't catch a break. I can't make enough money, I can't satisfy Jessica...</i></mc> The realization feels like a weight pressing down on you, making it even harder to focus on your work. . As you wipe down a table, your eyes stray to one of the waitresses, laughing with a group of customers who eagerly hand her tips. Her effortless grace contrasts starkly with your awkwardness. Finally, your shift ends. You sigh in relief, counting your meager tips—just <money>$10</money>—before collecting your <money>$125</money> pay. The weight of your thoughts lingers as you change into your regular clothes, feeling drained and ready to go home. <<elseif $awquest1choice eq 2>><<set $stress +=10>><<Stress>><<set $femenvy +=1>> You glance at the waitresses again, their confident strides and playful smiles captivating the customers effortlessly. The way they laugh, move, and interact draws attention, leaving everyone around them spellbound. <mc><i>They just look pretty, and everything comes their way. It’s so unfair.</i></mc> You wipe down a table, trying to focus on the task at hand, but your thoughts keep drifting back to them. One waitress twirls a strand of her hair as she chats with a group of customers, their smiles growing wider with each word. Another flips her tray onto her hand with practiced ease, her mini-skirt swaying as she moves gracefully across the café. <mc><i>I’m stuck as the odd one out. I don’t have their charm, their grace, or their looks. It’s like the world rewards beauty above all else, and I don’t stand a chance.</i></mc> A customer waves you over, and you rush to take their order. Despite your best efforts to appear cheerful, they barely look at you, their tone clipped and disinterested. As you walk back to the counter, your shoulders slump. <mc><i>Even if I worked twice as hard, I’d still end up with crumbs. It’s not about the work; it’s about... them.</i></mc> Finally, the shift ends. You count your tips—just <money>$10</money>—and collect your <money>$125</money> pay. As you change into your usual clothes, you can’t shake the lingering sense of inadequacy. <<elseif $awquest1choice eq 3>><<set $bbcinterest +=1>><<set $MCcuck +=1>><<set $stress +=10>><<Stress>> Your chest tightens as anxiety washes over you. The memory from this morning lingers vividly in your mind—<andre>Mr. Brown</andre> stepping out of the pool, water dripping off his chiseled physique. You remember how <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> gaze lingered on him, her admiration clear as day. <mc><i>She couldn’t take her eyes off him... How could she not notice that massive bulge in his swim trunks?</i></mc> A shiver runs through you as the image replays in your mind, his confidence and dominance radiating effortlessly. <mc><i>It wasn’t just her who was captivated... I couldn’t stop staring either. How does someone even compare to that?</i></mc> You wipe down a table half-heartedly, your movements mechanical as your thoughts spiral. It’s not just his looks or his body. It’s everything about him—his charisma, his wealth, his effortless control over every situation. <mc><i>He has everything—money, a luxury villa, and that presence. No wonder Jessica is so impressed by him. How can I even begin to compete?</i></mc> Your eyes drift around the café, but your mind is preoccupied. You imagine <jessica>Jessica</jessica> seeing him at work every day, the way she must notice his broad shoulders, his commanding demeanor. <mc><i>Does she think about him when we’re together? Does she wish I was more like him? She said she wanted good sex, but I can’t even satisfy her properly... What if she’s already picturing what it would be like with him?</i></mc> The knot in your stomach tightens, a strange blend of jealousy, self-doubt, and arousal coursing through you. You try to focus on your work, but your mind keeps returning to that moment by the pool, to the way <jessica>Jessica</jessica> seemed entranced by <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. A customer calls you over, snapping you back to reality. You force a smile and take their order, but your thoughts remain tangled. Even as you move through the rest of your shift, you can’t shake the unsettling feeling of inadequacy. Finally, the shift ends. You count your tips—just <money>$10</money>—and collect your <money>$125</money> pay. As you change into your usual clothes, the weight of the day feels heavier than ever. <</if>> <<link[[Go Home|ClaraNight7]]>><<set $awquest to 2>><<set $p to 1>><<set $money +=135>><<set $stress +=10>><<Stress>><</link>> <<elseif $awquest eq 2 and $p eq 1>> You get into your waiter uniform and start your shift at the cafe. After yesterday's screw-up, you feel tense, and with more clients than usual, you are walking on eggshells. After a couple of hours without an incident, you take your 10-minute break. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> comes into the resting area. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra5.jpg" height=600></div> She is wearing a glittering mini dress which shows a good portion of her busty chest. You blush as she is looking at you, playing with her hair slowly. With a serious look on her face she motions you to come over her. <<AlexandraTalk "Slacking at work, after yesterday's event. You spilled coffee on the district attorney $name. He needed a lot of convincing to finally let it go. Andre had to intervene!">> <<MCTalk "I... I'm sorry ma'am, it won't happen again.">> <<AlexandraTalk "Everyone makes mistakes, but it's how we handle them that matters. Focus on staying calm and composed, even under stress. And this job is stressful, you need to do better to focus on the job.">> <<MCTalk "Thank you, Ma'am. I'll do my best.">> <<AlexandraTalk "I will be keeping a closer on you for a while, for your own good.">> As these words come out of her mouth she leans to you, her finger running through your wrists to your arm, giving you a better view of her cleavage. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra6.jpg" height=600></div> <mc><i>She has such an effect on me... I can barely think around her, such a succubus. I can't let her down, can't lose the job.</i></mc> [[Alexandra takes a seat.|CafeJob][$p=2]] <<elseif $awquest eq 2 and $p eq 2>> <<AlexandraTalk "You know, Andre never lets stress get to him. He handles everything with such calmness. It's something you could learn from.">> You feel a pang of jealousy mixed with admiration. Andre's confidence and the way he seems to command respect effortlessly is something you wish you had. <mc><i>I wish I was rich like him, had his looks, had his cock...</i></mc> <<MCTalk "Yes, ma'am. I'll try to learn from him.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra7.jpg" height=600></div> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> adjusts her position on the chair, her knees touching each other while her feet remain apart. As she talks, she pushes her breasts together with her arms, enhancing her cleavage without seeming to notice. The glittering mini dress rides up slightly, giving you a tantalizing view of her smooth, toned thighs and a glimpse of her black panties. <<AlexandraTalk "Oh, and $name, Andre and I were talking about Jessica yesterday. He thinks she has a lot of potential, and I must agree. You know, when someone as influential as Andre in legal circles sees potential in someone, it’s hard not to take it seriously. He was also curious about how such a stunning girl like Jess ended up with someone as... petite as you. But anyway, they say good things come in <i>small packages.</i>">> Her words cut deep, the insinuation clear. You feel a mix of humiliation and a strange, unwanted arousal at her teasing. Causing an erection. <<Arousalincrease 60>><<Arousal>> <<MCTalk "I... uh...">> <<link[[You are determined to impress Alexandra!|CafeJob]]>><<set $p to 3>><</link>> <<link[[You feel overwhelmed by her confidence!|CafeJob]]>><<set $p to 4>><</link>> <<link[[You feel overwhelmed by her sexuality!|CafeJob]]>><<set $p to 5>><</link>> <<elseif $awquest eq 2 and $p eq 3>> <mc><i>She’s right—staying calm and composed is the only way to earn her respect. I have to prove I’m more than just a screw-up. If she’s willing to give me this chance, I can’t let her down.</i></mc> You take a deep breath and square your shoulders, looking her in the eye despite the distracting heat in your chest. <<MCTalk "Thank you for the advice, ma’am. I’ll do my best to stay focused and improve.">> <<AlexandraTalk "Good. I like seeing this attitude in you. Make me proud.">> Alexandra gives a small approving smile, and her touch on your arm feels less teasing and more reassuring.<<set $stress -=10>><<Stress>> [[Alexandra leaves and you take a long breath|CafeJob][$p=6]] <<elseif $awquest eq 2 and $p eq 4>> <mc><i>She’s so perfect—her confidence, her beauty, the way she moves. How could I ever measure up to someone like her? And then there’s Mr. Brown, who’s got everything I’ll never have. Being around people like them makes me feel so… small.</i></mc> You glance down, unable to meet her gaze. The envy bubbling inside you makes her words cut even deeper.<<set $femenvy +=1>> <<MCTalk "I… I understand, ma’am. Thank you.">> <<AlexandraTalk "Good. Keep that humility—it might just help you grow.">> [[Alexandra leaves and you take a long breath|CafeJob][$p=6]] <<elseif $awquest eq 2 and $p eq 5>> <mc><i>The way she leans in, her perfume, her voice—why is she doing this to me? I can barely think when she’s this close. Does she know what kind of effect she has on me? God, I need to pull myself together…</i></mc> You swallow hard, your face burning, and struggle to maintain eye contact. <<MCTalk "I-I’ll do better, ma’am. I promise.">> <<AlexandraTalk "Oh, I’m sure you will.">> She smirks, her tone dripping with amusement <<AlexandraTalk "Just remember, $name. It's about how you handle yourself, I'm short myself but look at all the things I have in life.">> She leans closer to you, giving you a better view of her cleavage. <mc><i>She's so close... her scent, her presence... it's overwhelming.</i></mc> <<MCTalk "Thank you, ma'am. I'll do my best.">> <<AlexandraTalk "Good. I expect nothing less. Now, get back to work and show me what you're capable of.">> <<set $stress +=10>><<Stress>><<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> [[Alexandra leaves and you take a long breath|CafeJob][$p=6]] <<elseif $awquest eq 2 and $p eq 6>> <mc><i>Why does she have this effect on me? I shouldn't be feeling like this... but I can't help it. The way she looks at me, the way she talks about Andre and Jess...</i></mc> You take a deep breath, attempting to steady yourself. The lingering scent of her perfume fills your nostrils, reminding you of how close she was just moments ago. <mc><i>She's right about one thing. I need to handle myself better, but how can I compete with someone like Andre? He's got everything—looks, confidence, power. And then there's Jess... what if she sees the same things in him that I do? What if she starts to realize what I'm lacking?</i></mc> The thought of <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> together sends a shiver down your spine. The jealousy and insecurity gnaw at you, making it hard to focus. <mc><i>And Alexandra... she's so confident, so in control, so teasing... Why does she turn me on so much? Why do I feel this strange mix of fear and excitement around her?</i></mc> With a deep breath, you head back to the cafe floor, determined to do your best despite the turmoil inside you. You work for the rest of your shift, trying to focus on the job to run away from your thoughts and feelings. <<link[[Finish your shift and go home!|CafeJob]]>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $p to 7>><<set $money +=125>><</link>> <<elseif $awquest eq 2 and $p eq 7>> After a long day you finally come back home. You try to unwind after a <i>hard</i> day at work by playing Legend of Zara. Normally you can focus on the beautiful open world of the game but <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> provocative behaviors drift into your mind. As you finish cleaning a puzzle dungeon your phone buzzes. <<AlexandraTalk "A little something to keep you focused on the job, $name. Andre and I have a steamy night ahead in the hot tub. Remember, the hardness of a job can be quite motivating ;)">> Thoughts of <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> together invade your mind, stirring a mix of jealousy, frustration, and arousal. <<Arousalincrease 40>><<Arousal>> <mc><i>She's doing this on purpose... She knows exactly how to get under my skin. This is driving me crazy.</i></mc> Your phone buzzes again, and you can't help but look. It's a picture from <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>: she's wearing the swimsuit from yesterday. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/AlexandraPhoto.jpg" height=500></div> <mc><i>Oh my God... She's really teasing me to death.</i></mc> The image is seared into your mind. You feel a mixture of longing and helplessness, knowing that she's with Andre, sharing an intimate moment that you can only fantasize about. You try to come up with an appropriate response. <<MCTalk "Thanks for the motivation, ma'am. I'll do my best to stay focused.">> You try to return to your game, but it's impossible to focus. You decide to solve your arousal problem. <<link[[Search for Hentai|Gaming4]]>><<set $awquest to 3>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $awquest eq 3 and $p eq 1>> You go through the motions of your shift at the café, but your mind is elsewhere, stuck replaying the events at the pool. The memory of how close you were to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> lingers, sending a shiver down your spine. His presence was overwhelming, so powerful and commanding that it made you feel small in comparison. <mc><i>I felt so small next to him, so delicate. The way his hands roamed on my thigh and waist...</i></mc> You try to focus on the task at hand. But no matter how hard you try, your thoughts keep drifting back to him. <<if $andremeet3firstchoice eq 3>> <mc><i>And then, when I stepped back into him... I could feel it—his bulge pressing into me, so hard and so big. It was overwhelming. It’s like my whole body reacted to him without even thinking.</i></mc> Your breath catches as the memory floods back, your arousal rising just from thinking about it. <mc><i>The size, the heat... it’s burned into my mind. I felt so weak in his arms, like I couldn’t do anything but let him hold me. And that bulge… it was so much bigger than me. Just thinking about it makes my legs shake.</i></mc> You catch yourself leaning against the counter, your face burning as you try to compose yourself. <mc><i>Why does that make me feel so... excited?</i></mc> <<elseif $andremeet3firstchoice neq 3 and $bbcinterest gte 15>> <mc><i>And then… oh god, when I fell. My hand—it landed right there, on him. I couldn’t help but feel it, the size of it… so big, so firm, even through his shorts.</i></mc> Your face flushes at the memory, your stomach fluttering. <mc><i>It wasn’t just big—it made me feel tiny in comparison. I couldn’t stop thinking about how I grabbed it, even for a second. How could anyone be that huge? I couldn’t even look him in the eye afterward...</i></mc> You almost drop a tray of drinks as the memory hits you again, making your hands tremble. <mc><i>Why does it excite me so much? Why does he make me feel this way?</i></mc> <<elseif $andremeet3firstchoice neq 3 and $bbcinterest lt 15>> <mc><i>When I fell… his hands caught me so easily. He was so strong, like he was in total control. The way he steadied me, like it was nothing to him…</i></mc> You set down a cup of coffee with a slight shake in your hand, embarrassed by your own thoughts. <mc><i>And then, when I touched him… accidentally. The size of it—it felt unreal. Even though it was just for a moment, it’s like it’s stuck in my mind. Why do I keep thinking about it? Why can’t I stop?</i></mc> The memory sends a wave of warmth through you, confusing and exhilarating all at once.<</if>> The way <jessica>Jessica</jessica> flirted with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> keeps playing over and over in your mind. You remember how she leaned against the pool wall, her chest pushed forward, her eyes sparkling as she engaged with him. <mc><i>She enjoyed that… too much.</i></mc> The jealousy captures you, but there’s something else too—something you don’t want to admit. The scene of them together, so close, so intimate, makes your heart race, and you can’t help but feel a powerful arousal mixed with your jealousy. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/BrownPhoto.jpg" height=600></div> <<Arousalincrease 50>><<Arousal>> As you try to push the thoughts away, another memory creeps in—one that you’ve tried to forget but can’t. The image of <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> boxer selfie that he sent to <jessica>Jessica</jessica> flashes in your mind. The way he looked, so confident, his bulge so… big... <mc><i>Why did he send her that? Was it just a joke? Or was there something more? What if she… what if she likes him more than me? What if she leaves me for him?</i></mc> The anxiety tightens in your chest, making it hard to breathe. The thought of <jessica>Jessica</jessica> choosing <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> over you, of her being with him, leaves you feeling hollow and desperate, your jealousy now mixed with a growing fear. <<link[[Try to calm down and continue your shift|CafeJob]]>><<set $p to 2>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><</link>> <<elseif $awquest eq 3 and $p eq 2>> As you pour another cup of coffee, you catch sight of one of the baristas. She’s charming the customers effortlessly, her cleavage just visible under her low-cut top. Each time she bends forward to take an order or serve a drink, the tip jar on the counter fills up a little more. You watch her, feeling a wave of envy wash over you. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/AWWork2.jpg" height=500></div> <mc><i>She’s making money so easily, just by showing a little skin… Could I do that? In my Berido suit I got so much attention...</i></mc> The thought frustrates you, deepening your sense of inadequacy. You’ve been struggling financially, and seeing her rake in tips with just a smile and a bit of cleavage only makes you feel worse. Your mind keeps drifting back to the pool, to that moment when <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> were so close, so connected, while you were left on the sidelines. <mc><i>What did she and Alexandra talk about when I was with Mr. Brown? Why did they stop talking when I approached them?</i></mc> The uncertainty eats away at you, making you feel even more insecure. You try to focus on your work, but your thoughts are a tangled mess of jealousy, arousal, and frustration. The shift drags on, each minute feeling longer than the last, as you wrestle with the confusing emotions swirling inside you. <<link[[Finally your shift ends and you are ready to go home and relax.|Gaming5]]>><<set $awquest to 4>><<set $money +=145>><</link>> With the tips you made <money>145 dollars today!</money> <<elseif $awquest eq 4 and $p eq 1>> You change into your waiter uniform and begin your shift at the café. The familiar hum of the espresso machine and the soft chatter of customers create a comforting backdrop as you move about, taking orders and serving tables. As you’re tying your apron, the manager approaches, his expression neutral but with a hint of something more serious. <b>"$name, Boss wants to see you after your shift, at her office."</b> A flicker of anxiety passes through you at his words. After last week’s incident she’s been keeping a much closer eye on you. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/AWWork3.jpg" height=600></div> You push the thought to the back of your mind as the café begins to fill up with the evening rush. The usual crowd of regulars and a few new faces keep you busy, and you slip into the rhythm of the work. The café is cozy, with the scent of freshly ground coffee beans mixing with the sweet aroma of pastries. You greet the regulars with a smile, jotting down orders and making small talk as you go. But even as you stay focused on your tasks, your thoughts keep drifting back to <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. You can’t help but wonder what she wants to talk to you about. The uncertainty gnaws at you, making you more aware of every little mistake you might make, though, thankfully, today seems to be going smoothly. <<link[[Your shift ends, time to meet with Alexandra|AlexandraMeet1]]>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $money +=145>><<set $awquest to 5>><</link>> With the tips you made <money>145 dollars today!</money> <<elseif $awquest eq 5 and $p eq 1>> After leaving the villa and heading to work, you try to push the events of the poolside gathering out of your mind, but they linger, the memory of <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> dominance and <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> responses playing on a loop in your thoughts. The arousal that had clouded your mind starts to fade, leaving behind a gnawing sense of insecurity. As you step into the café, the familiar sights and sounds do little to comfort you. Instead, your thoughts turn darker. Jessica’s words echo in your head, her admission to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> about your size and performance in bed. Each time the memory surfaces, it feels like a blow, undermining whatever confidence you had left. The realization of <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> influence over both you and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> becomes harder to ignore. The way she leaned into his touch, the casual intimacy they shared—it’s clear that there’s a connection between them that you can’t compete with. Even <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> teasing, once something you could brush off, now feels heavier, more pointed. Her power over you, her subtle jabs, all seem designed to remind you of your inadequacies. [[Change into your uniform!|CafeJob][$p=2]] <<elseif $awquest eq 5 and $p eq 2>> As you go about your duties at the café, the weight of these thoughts presses down on you, making every task feel more difficult. The café is busy today, customers lounging by the pool, enjoying the sun. Your coworkers seem at ease, especially one waitress who catches your eye. She’s wearing a mini skirt, her pretty face framed by a bright smile, and she’s clearly drawing attention. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/AWWork5.jpg"></div> You can’t help but notice how easily she navigates the space, how the customers respond to her. Tips pile up for her—over <money>$200</money> by the time you check—and it stings. It’s not just about the money; it’s about how effortlessly she attracts attention, how her beauty and charm seem to make everything easier for her. It’s a stark contrast to how you feel, burdened by insecurities and doubts, struggling just to keep your mind on your work.<<set $femenvy +=1>> The combination of everything—<jessica>Jessica's</jessica> words, <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> dominance, <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> teasing, and now the effortless success of your coworker—crushes down on you. It’s like the world is conspiring to remind you of your shortcomings, making you question everything, especially your place in your relationship with <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. By the end of your shift, the weight of it all is almost too much to bear. <<link[[Your shift ends and you get ready to leave.|AlexandraMeet2]]>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $money +=135>><<set $awquest to 6>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> With the tips you made only <money>135 dollars today!</money> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> As you are about to arrive home a sense of dread washes over you. For two weeks a row <darius>Darius</darius> comes to your home and fucks your roommate on Friday nights. After a long, disastrous day, you feel far from ready to endure the inevitable sounds of their passion. <mc><i>Oh God, please, don't let me hear them tonight!</i></mc> [[Go into your apartment|ClaraNight7][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> You step inside your apartment, bracing yourself, but find the place engulfed in darkness. There are no moans, no sounds of pleasure. Just silence. With a sense of relief, you go to your room to sleep after a long day. As you set your alarm to meet <brooke>Brooke</brooke> tomorrow morning <darius>Darius</darius> texts you. <<DariusTalk "Hey whiteboy! Clara is at my place tonight, don't worry about her. Here's a pic of your crush :)">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Darius Text7.jpg" height=500></div> <<Arousalincrease 30>><<Arousal>> You open the photo to see <clara>Clara</clara> covered in <darius>Darius'</darius> cum, her face, neck, and sheets splattered, with some dripping from her mouth. The image stirs conflicting emotions within you. <mc><i>Fuck, that's hot. He came a bucket... What am I thinking...</i></mc> <<DariusTalk "Hey, I heard from Nicole that you're trying to get me banned from the gym. Good luck with that, you sissy bitch. See you at the gym, if you even have the guts to show up.">> <mc><i>Fuck, he is gonna kill me! Should I just skip gym on Tuesdays?</i></mc> You are aroused and scared. And this is the summary of your day. You don't want to think over your insecurities or black cocks anymore and you <<link[[get ready to sleep.|My Room]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $claraquest to 7>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> You arrive at the spot where you usually meet with <brooke>Brooke</brooke> but she is not there. You sit on a bench and decide to text her, as you reach for your phone it starts ringing. <<BrookeTalk "Hi $name, sorry for not coming to park. Something came up and I cannot make it to the park this morning. Can you come to the adress I am sending you? Thanks, kisses.">> Without giving you a chance to speak she hangs up. You check the address and see it's within walking distance. After a 20-minute walk, you arrive at a boutique hotel. As you enter, you see a bunch of girls in bikinis lounging around the pool area. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/BrookePool.jpg" height=500></div> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> sees you and comes rapidly, she is wearing a sundress unlike the other girls in bikinis. <<BrookeTalk "Hi $name! Thank you so much for coming along. Sorry for the no heads up but they called me last night too.">> <<MCTalk "Hi Brooke, no problem but, uhmm what is happening?">> <<BrookeTalk "After our photo session last week I got a surge in Swiftgram followers and I got called here. There will be a photoshoot with a big-time influencers and I will be in the background too! It is all for a bikini brand and if this works out I can get called to other shoots.">> <<MCTalk "That's awesome! So, why aren't you with the other girls?">> <<BrookeTalk "The main influencer hasn't shown up, and the brand reps are freaking out. Without her, the shoot is in jeopardy.">> <<link[[Encourage Brooke|Brooke3]]>><<set $p to 2>><<set $brooke3firstchoice to 1>><</link>> <<link[[Suggest Brooke Calls the Influencer.|Brooke3]]>><<set $p to 2>><<set $brooke3firstchoice to 2>><</link>> <<link[[Volunteer to help Brooke.|Brooke3]]>><<set $p to 2>><<set $brooke3firstchoice to 3>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 2>> <<if $brooke3firstchoice eq 1>> <<MCTalk "You have to seize this chance Brooke!">> <<BrookeTalk "But I'm not sure if they want me as the center model. I was just supposed to be in the background.">> As you talk a man who seems to be in charge walks near you. <<MCTalk "Excuse me, I see your big-shot influencer is not coming to the shoot. Brooke here can be at the spotlight and save your day.">> The organizer takes a look at <brooke>Brooke</brooke>, checking her curves through the sundress. He says they need a bikini shoot and if she wants to be the main model she needs to wear a bikini. <brooke>Brooke</brooke> hesitates, looking unsure. You look her in the eyes and nod. Giving her the last drop of confidence needed. <<BrookeTalk "Ok $name. Sir, I will do it.">> <<elseif $brooke3firstchoice eq 2>> <<MCTalk "Maybe you should try calling the influencer to see what's going on? Do you have her number? They might just be running late.">> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> bites her lip nervously, considering your suggestion. After a moment, she pulls out her phone and dials. You both wait in awkward silence as the call rings... and rings... and rings. Finally, it goes to voicemail. <<BrookeTalk "No answer. I guess she's not coming. What now?">> She looks at you, unsure. You place a reassuring hand on her shoulder. <<MCTalk "Then it's your chance to shine. Don’t let this opportunity slip away because of someone else. You’ve got this!">> With your encouragement, <brooke>Brooke</brooke> straightens her shoulders and takes a deep breath. <<BrookeTalk "Okay, I’ll do it. I’ll show them what I can do.">> <<elseif $brooke3firstchoice eq 3>> <<MCTalk "Hey, maybe I can help out? I mean, I know I’m no model, but I can help you figure out some poses or just... be there for support.">> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> looks at you, her uncertainty melting into a grateful smile. <<BrookeTalk "You’d really do that?">> Before you can respond, the event organizer interjects, his eyes narrowing slightly. <i>"You? Help her pose? Do you even know what you're doing?"</i> You feel your face flush, but Brooke steps in before you can respond. <<BrookeTalk "He’s great at this kind of thing. Trust me, he’s helped me before.">> The organizer shrugs and waves you both off. <brooke>Brooke</brooke> takes your hand and pulls you aside, away from the skeptical gaze of the organizer. You try a few goofy poses to make her laugh, eventually settling on ones that highlight her best features. The tension breaks, and she bursts out laughing. <<BrookeTalk "Okay, okay, you’re not bad at this. I think I can do this now. Thanks, $name.">> She gives you a quick hug before preparing for the part! <</if>> [[Brooke gets into the hotel to change into the brand's bikini|Brooke3][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> As you wait for <brooke>Brooke</brooke>, you sip a refreshing pink cocktail brought to you by the event organizers. The cool drink is perfect to refresh you under the warm morning sun. <brooke>Brooke</brooke> emerges from the hotel, walking with confidence in a pink bikini provided by the brand. The bikini is a perfect fit for her curves. The bottom doesn't completely cover her butt cheeks, and the top shows just a hint of underboob, striking a balance between tasteful and alluring. The platform heels she's wearing accentuate her legs and make her butt look even more attractive, making her stand out in a place filled with lots of hot girls.. The pool area comes alive with activity as <brooke>Brooke</brooke> steps onto the set. She strikes her first pose, captivating everyone present. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/BrookePool2.jpg" height=600></div> You see the awe of the photographer as he takes <brooke>Brooke's</brooke> photos. Seeing this set remind you of the last photo club session you joined, you notice a slight feel of shame as you remember posing in woman's clothing. But <brooke>Brooke's</brooke> new pose doesn't let you delve into those thougths. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/BrookePool3.jpg" height=600></div> <mc><i>I shouldn't think this about my cousin but she is fine as hell. It's hard not to admire her beauty and sex appeal, even though I know I shouldn't.</i></mc> You take a sip from your pink cocktail and [[an idea pops into your head.|Brooke3][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> You take a pink cocktail and rush to the set. <<MCTalk "Hey Brooke, try holding this bottle seductively. It'll add a fun, dynamic element to the photos.">> She looks surprised for a second then she gives you a big smile, taking the bottle from your hands. She holds it seductively, her fingers lightly tracing the glass. Then, with a playful glint in her eye, she pulls her bikini top string slightly down, revealing a bit more cleavage. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/BrookePool4.jpg" height=600></div> <i>"Hey you, that's an amazing idea! <brooke>Brooke</brooke>! You're killing it, go for it!"</i> The photographer praises your thinking and encourages <brooke>Brooke</brooke> further. <brooke>Brooke's</brooke> playful poses with the bottle add a new layer of excitement to the shoot. The photographer captures every moment, the camera clicking rapidly as Brooke expertly balances sensuality and cuteness. [[The shoot comes to an end|Brooke3][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> The shoot comes to an end, the organizers and photographer clearly impressed by Brooke's performance. The brand reps approach her, showering her with compliments and discussing future opportunities. <i>"You were fantastic, <brooke>Brooke</brooke>. We’ll definitely be calling you for more shoots. Here's your payment, the rate of pay has changed as you became our central model for the day. And your creativity with the bottle deserves a small bonus"</i> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/BrookePool5.jpg"></div> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> opens the envelop and her eyes widen. <<BrookeTalk "2500 dollars, for a couple of photos! I can't believe it, $name, I couldn't have done it without you!">> Brand Rep asks who you are and <brooke>Brooke</brooke> answers on your behalf. <<BrookeTalk "$name is my manager and my personal photographer.">> <i>"Oh, next time we will make sure to pay him for his services."</i> Says the brand representative. You force a smile, feeling a mix of pride and jealousy. The contrast between her sudden success and your own struggles is stark. <mc><i>I hate that I'm jealous, but I can't help it. She just made more in a morning than I can in 10 weeks! And she did it all with a smile and a bikini. It's frustrating...</i></mc><<set $femenvy +=1>> With the end of the shoot <brooke>Brooke</brooke> gets into her sundress and you two [[leave the Hotel.|Brooke3][$p=6]] <<elseif $p eq 6>> <<BrookeTalk "You know, $name, this could really be the start of something big. I owe you becoming the centre model today. We became a good team and I want to pay you ten percent of today's pay.">> <mc><i>A week of pay, I can get used to this managership!</i></mc> <<MCTalk "Thank you so much Brooke. I need to go to work now but we can meet next Saturday huh?">> You hug each other and part ways as you walk to the <<link[[Bus Terminal]]>> <<set $brookequest to 3>><<set $money +=250>><<set $time += 1>><<TimeDay>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> You open your browser and your favorite hentai website. Tonight you are determined to not look at the big, dark cock of Bargon. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> breasts remind you of <alexandra>Orbusa</alexandra> and you decide to search her name: "<i>Orbusa, Legend of Zara</i>" <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Laptop/ZeldaHentai11.jpeg" height=500></div> You come across hentai of <alexandra>Orbusa</alexandra> and <jessica>Zara</jessica> and they look so pretty together. In the hentai you can see <alexandra>Orbusa</alexandra> has a significant influence over <jessica>Zara</jessica>. You continue looking around and see a lovely hentai of <alexandra>Orbusa</alexandra> and <jessica>Zara</jessica> making sweet love. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Laptop/ZeldaHentai2.mp4"/></div> As you watch the video you realize in your mind <alexandra>Orbusa</alexandra> is <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> and <jessica>Zara</jessica> is <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. <mc><i>I would pay to see them makeout...</i></mc> <<Arousalincrease 40>><<Arousal>> [[You want to see Orbusa with Zink!|Gaming4][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> You search for <alexandra>Orbusa</alexandra> and <mc>Zink</mc>. The video you see turns you on so much! <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Laptop/ZeldaHentai.mp4"/></div> <alexandra>Orbusa</alexandra>, a much larger person than <mc>Zink</mc>, is sittin on his face, making him lick her pussy. The dominance <alexandra>Orbusa</alexandra> has over <mc>Zink</mc> is too much for your dick as you <<link[[start cumming into the tissues...|Gaming4]]>><<set $p to 3>><<set $arousal -=50>><<Arousal>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 3>> You have been teased so much all day you are still not done after cumming. You are still horny and you want to see something more, something more intense. You keep browsing the website and you find that intensity: <alexandra>Orbusa</alexandra> is laying on the bed, you see the straps of her strap-on. <mc>Zink</mc> is in his Berido outfit and is riding <alexandra>Orbusa's</alexandra> strap on. In the hentai <mc>Zink</mc> is leaking pre-cum from his dick as he rides the big strap-on. His mind has gone away with pleasure, his eyes crossed and tongue out, panting... <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Laptop/ZeldaHentai10.png" height=500></div> <<Arousalincrease 60>><<Arousal>> You see the tags and understand this is called <b>pegging</b>. <<link[[You fully embrace the fantasy!|Gaming4]]>><<set $gaming4firstchoice to 1>><<set $p to 4>><</link>> <<link[[You are intrigued!|Gaming4]]>><<set $gaming4firstchoice to 2>><<set $p to 4>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 4>> <<if $gaming4firstchoice eq 1>><<set $sub +=2>> You find yourself captivated by the scene on the screen, your body responding to every detail. You close your eyes for a moment, letting the fantasy take hold. <mc><i>What if that was me? What if I was riding Alexandra, feeling so helpless and exposed, yet so completely owned?</i></mc> Your breathing quickens as the thought consumes you, an intoxicating mix of submission and pleasure. The idea of surrendering completely, of being in <mc>Zink's</mc> position, feels both thrilling and inevitable. <mc><i>I want to feel that... to let go of control, to let her take over. She would know exactly how to break me, to push me beyond anything I’ve ever experienced.</i></mc> A deep shiver runs through you as the fantasy grows more vivid. You bite your lip, unable to look away from the screen, fully immersed in the idea of Alexandra’s dominance. <<elseif $gaming4firstchoice eq 2>><<set $sub +=1>> You stare at the screen, your heart racing as conflicting emotions swirl within you. You try to shake the thoughts, but they’re too persistent, too alluring. <mc><i>This is... wrong, isn’t it? But why does it feel so good to imagine? Why can’t I stop picturing myself in his place?</i></mc> Your body betrays your hesitation, a wave of arousal coursing through you despite your attempts to fight it. <mc><i>Maybe it’s just curiosity. Maybe it’s because Alexandra always teases me, always makes me feel so small... and I like it more than I want to admit.</i></mc> The image of <alexandra>Orbusa</alexandra> asserting her dominance stays in your mind, stirring something deep within you. You try to tell yourself it’s just a passing thought, but a part of you knows it’s more than that. <</if>> You click on the pegging tag. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Laptop/PeggingHentai.jpg" height=800></div> A particular hentai image catches your eye. A big-breasted woman is pegging a petite man from behind. The man wears a leash around his neck, his eyes blue just like yours, his face flushed and panting in total bliss. The woman holds his head to steady him as he cums, completely lost in the moment. <mc><i>She looks like Alexandra... Do I look like him...</i></mc> <<Arousalincrease 100>><<Arousal>> You can’t tear your eyes away. The woman's breasts, her confident stance, the way she completely dominates the <i>petite boy</i>... The more you look, the more you can’t help but see <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> in the woman’s place, and yourself as the submissive <i>man</i>. You remember how <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> calls you a <i><b>boy</b></i>... The leashed boy's hands grab the sheets firmly with pleasure, cumming without even touching his flopping small dick... <<link[[You fully surrender to the fantasy.|Gaming4]]>><<set $p to 5>><<set $gaming4secondchoice to 1>><</link>> <<link[[You aroused but conflicted.|Gaming4]]>><<set $p to 5>><<set $gaming4secondchoice to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 5>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Laptop/PeggingHentai.jpg" height=800></div> <<if $gaming4secondchoice eq 1>><<set $sub +=2>> Your heart pounds as you let the image fully consume you. The boy’s flushed face, the way his body shakes with pleasure—it's not just a fantasy anymore. You see yourself in his place, completely at <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> mercy. <mc><i>Yes... that’s me. That’s what I want. To be her boy, her toy, her everything.</i></mc> A shiver runs through you as you imagine her standing behind you, her hands steadying you, her voice teasing and commanding all at once. The thought of being so vulnerable, so utterly hers, sends waves of arousal through your body. <mc><i>Alexandra, make me yours. Please...</i></mc> Your breathing quickens, and for a moment, it feels as if she’s right there, her presence overpowering and intoxicating. You can’t stop yourself from sinking deeper into the fantasy, fully giving in to the allure of submission. Finally you cum, shaking with pleasure. As the waves of pleasure subside, you're left trembling, your body still tingling from the intensity of your release. Yet, even as satisfaction washes over you, a deep sense of longing lingers. The image of <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> commanding you, taking complete control, feels seared into your mind. <<elseif $gaming4secondchoice eq 2>><<set $sub +=1>> You stare at the screen, your face hot as conflicting emotions swirl within you. You can’t deny the pull of the image, the way it stirs something deep inside. <mc><i>Why does this excite me? Is it really me in that position? No... but... maybe.</i></mc> You shift uncomfortably, trying to shake the thoughts, but they keep creeping back. You imagine <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> confident smirk, her commanding presence, and the way she makes you feel so small, so powerless. <mc><i>She always calls me a boy... Maybe she’s right. Maybe I’m meant to be her boy.</i></mc> The idea both scares and excites you, leaving you breathless. You can’t tear your eyes away from the screen, the fantasy pulling you in deeper despite your hesitation. Finally you cum, shaking with pleasure. The intensity of your orgasm leaves you dazed, but as your breathing steadies, a wave of conflicted emotions crashes over you. Satisfaction mingles with confusion, a knot of shame twisting in your chest. <</if>> You close your laptop and sit on the edge of your bed, trying to process everything. <mc><i>This is so wrong... What if Jess found out? Why can't I stop thinking about Alexandra. </i></mc> You go to the bathroom, brush your teeth to go to sleep. As you return to your room similar thoughts still haunt you. <mc><i>Do I want Alexandra to have this kind of power over me? Ahh, this is so confusing. I have to meet with Jia tomorrow and go to Comic-con with Jess, I really need to sleep now!</i></mc> <<link[[Prepare to Sleep|My Room]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $arousal to 0>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/LiyaandJia.jpeg" height=600></div> You see the girls near the mall's entrance, they are both wearing jean mini skirts and crop tops. <mc><i>They look so good together.</i></mc> <<JiaTalk "Hey $name! Ready for another adventure?">> <<LiyaTalk "I’m so glad you could join us. Jia’s thinking about getting another earring today!">> You glance at <jia>Jia</jia>, noticing her excited expression. <<MCTalk "Another earring, huh? Where are you thinking of getting it?">> <<JiaTalk "I’m thinking of getting a second one on my upper ear. I’ve always liked how it looks.">> <<LiyaTalk "I think it’ll look great on her. Plus, I already have my nose piercing, so it’s her turn to try something new.">> The girls lead you out of the mall to the piercing shop, chatting about your classes and recent events on the way. Your mind wanders to your date with Jess later today. <mc><i>The Zink outfit hadn't arrived by morning. What if it doesn't get delivered before I go Jess' place. I don't want to dissappoint her without a costume.</i></mc> Eventually, you arrive at a trendy piercing shop: <b>Ink and Steel</b>. [[Enter Ink and Steel|Jia Mall3][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/InkSteel/InknSteel.jpg" height=500></div> <jia>Jia</jia> starts to talk with the artist and leave you with <liya>Liya</liya> for a bit. <<LiyaTalk "Hey $name, have you ever thought about getting a piercing yourself?">> <<MCTalk "Me? Not really. It’s never crossed my mind.">> <<LiyaTalk "Really? It could be fun. Maybe an earring? I bet it’d look great on you.">> You laugh, feeling a bit unsure. The idea of getting a piercing is new and a bit intimidating. After getting manicure and <b>panties</b>, you don't feel comfortable with doing another <i>girly</i> thing. <<LiyaTalk "Hey Jia! Don't you think $name would look fabolus with earrings?">> <<JiaTalk "You should totally do it, $name! We can be piercing buddies. And besides, Liya’s right. An earring would look awesome on you.">> You hesitate, looking at the display of earrings. Something about the idea starts to grow on you, especially with Jia and Liya’s encouragement. <mc><i>Well, Zink has earrings. It could make the cosplay look better... I mean, it’s just a small piece of jewelry, right?</i></mc> <<MCTalk "Well, maybe…">> [[The girls don't let the topic go|Jia Mall3][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> <<LiyaTalk "Plus, you’re already rocking the manicure. Why not go a step further?">> You glance at your manicured nails and smile. Their enthusiasm is contagious, and you start to feel a bit more adventurous. <mc><i>They’re right. It’s not like I’m committing to it forever. And if I don’t like it, I can just take it out. Plus, it’s kind of nice that they care so much about me trying new things. Maybe it’s time to break out of my comfort zone more. I didn't regret a thing yet.</i></mc> <<MCTalk "Alright, fine. Let’s do it. If I don't like it I can just remove the earring right!">> <jia>Jia</jia> and <liya>Liya</liya> cheer, excited about your decision. The piercer comes over, and you all discuss the options. After a brief moment, you settle on a small blue stud earring. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/InkSteel/Earring5.jpg" height=600></div> [[Get your ears pierced|Jia Mall3][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> Jia holds your hand reassuringly, and Liya stands by your side, ready to document the moment with her phone. The piercer quickly and efficiently pierces your ear. You feel a slight pinch, but it’s over before you know it. <<JiaTalk "See? That wasn’t so bad, right?">> <<MCTalk "Yeah, it was actually pretty easy.">> <<LiyaTalk "It looks amazing, $name! You’re officially part of the club now.">> You smile, feeling a sense of accomplishment and a newfound sense of style. The three of you spend the rest of the morning enjoying the mall, taking photos, and celebrating your new piercings. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/InkSteel/EarringG5.jpg" height=300></div> <mc><i>I can’t believe I actually did it. An earring. It does look pretty cool, though. It feels good to try something new and to have Jia and Liya’s support. They are so nice.</i></mc> It is time to go home, get your Zink outfit and meet with <jessica>Jessica</jessica> at her place. You will be going to the Comic-Con in cosplay for the first time ever! <<link[[Go home|JessicaDate5]]>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $jiaquest to 4>><<set $p to 1>><<set $earring to "Blue Stud Earrings">><<set $earringbeauty to 1>><<set $piercinginv.push($piercing5)>><<Beauty>><<set $inksteel to "Piercings">><<set $foundinksteel to 1>><<set $nosepierced to 0>><<set $tonguepierced to 0>><<set $lipspierced to 0>><<set $nipplepierced to 0>><<set $navelpierced to 0>><<set $venuspierced to 0>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> You arrive home and see the cargo package on the corridor floor. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Comiccon/CostumePackage.jpg"></div> <<ClaraTalk "$name! Welcome, your cosplay outfit arrived. You can pay me later don't worry.">> <<MCTalk "Thanks a lot Clara. I have to hurry and go to Jess' place. Then we will be going to the convention.">> [[Take the package and go to Jessica's home|JessicaDate5][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> <<set $sidemenu to 1>> You arrive to <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> place, her roommate is not home and she is already dressed as Amazing Woman, eagerly waiting you. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Comiccon/JessicaWonder.jpg" height=600></div> <<JessicaTalk "Welcome babe. I'm guessing that is your Zink costume. Come on open the package. We have to leave soon.">> You open the cardboard box, open the plastic wrap around the outfit and you cannot believe your eyes. You have the wrong outfit from the last Legend of Zara game! <<MCTalk "This isn't the Zink outfit I wanted. It's... it's the Berido outfit.">> <<JessicaTalk "The online store mixed it up most likely, can you check the order on your phone?">> <<MCTalk "Uhmm, my room mate ordered it for me, I specifically sent the link of the one I want...">> You cannot believe this happened. You really wanted to go the Comic-Con with <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. But now you don't have a costume... <<MCTalk "I can’t wear this. It's too... feminine. Everyone will stare. I’m not sure I can go to Comic-Con like this.">> [[Jessica tries to calm you|JessicaDate5][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> gently touches your arm which calms your nerves. <<JessicaTalk " Hey, it’s going to be okay. You’ll look great, I promise. And besides, Comic-Con is all about creativity and having fun with costumes. And, it's still part of the Zara universe! And you know, it’s quite pretty and bold.">> <<MCTalk "I really don't want to wear such a feminine thing, in public... I would feel so ashamed baby.">> <<JessicaTalk "I understand, but think about it: with the veil, no one will even recognize you. You'll have a bit of mystery and anonymity. And remember, I’ll be with you the whole time. Plus, you’ll be unique! Everyone’s going to love it.">> <<MCTalk "I don’t know...">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica>delicately brushes the hair on top of your ear backward, her touch gentle and soothing. <<JessicaTalk "You even got your ears pierced for this costume? Blue earrings like Zink's? Babe you have to give it a try, I'm sure the costume will look as good as these earrings look on you.">> You feel a slight blush creeping onto your cheeks with <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> touch and her words provide a comforting warmth. <<MCTalk "What if people make fun of me, for wearing a girly outfit?">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Comiccon/JessicaComicDate.jpg"></div> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> gently hugs you, gets closer to your body, as if she is going to kiss you next. <<JessicaTalk "You are lucky you have Amazing Woman to protect you!">> Both of you giggle! <<JessicaTalk "Think of it as an adventure, a chance to try something new. And remember, you’re not alone in this $name. I’ll be right beside you the whole time.">> <<MCTalk "Alright... I'll give it a try.">> <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> face lights up with excitement. She pets your head. <<JessicaTalk "That’s my brave Zink! Let’s head to my room and get you suited up. We can make any adjustments you need, and I’ll help with anything you’re not comfortable with.">> [[You follow her to the bedroom, heart racing with a mix of anxiety and curiosity.|JessicaDate5][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> sets the package on the bed and starts to unpack it, revealing the complete Berido outfit: the top, panties, a wig, a veil and the elaborate bottom piece. <<JessicaTalk "Okay, let’s start with the top and the arms.. It’s going to be so cool once you’re all set up.">> You take a deep breath and put on the top, feeling the soft fabric against your skin. Jessica’s eyes light up with approval. <<JessicaTalk "Wow, that looks great already. You’ve got such a good build for this! Now, let’s get those panties on.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Comiccon/Gerudo MC5.jpg" height=600></div> This isn't the first time wearing panties in front of <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and she doesn't try to hide her excitement and arousal. <<JessicaTalk "You look amazing, $name. The panties fit you perfectly, again.">> Next, you pick up the bottom piece of the costume. It’s more elaborate than you expected, with intricate detailing. As you put it on, it feels a bit strange but also oddly empowering. <<JessicaTalk "It’s coming together so well! Look at how the whole outfit complements you. The colors really bring out your features.">> Finally, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> helps you with the wig and adjusts it carefully. The final touch is the veil, which you drape over your face. <<JessicaTalk "Perfect! The veil adds a touch of mystery and elegance. I knew you could pull this off.">> <<MCTalk "I still feel a bit nervous, but I do appreciate your support.">> <<JessicaTalk "You know what? Why don’t you try to get into character a bit? It might help you feel more comfortable and embrace the look.">> [[Try to act like Zink|JessicaDate5][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> You remember Zink's reaction the first time he got into the outfit. It would be an appropriate pose to get into character. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Comiccon/Gerudo MC4.jpg" height=600></div> <<JessicaTalk "Oh babe, you look so damn cute, so adorable. You’re going to look fantastic at Comic-Con. Trust me, everyone will be impressed by how you’ve embraced this.">> You start to feel a growing sense of excitement. The nerves begin to settle as you look at yourself in the mirror, seeing the transformation from <mc>$name</mc> to <mc><i>Berido Zink</i></mc> in a whole new light. <<MCTalk "Thanks Jess. I think I look cute too, thanks for encouraging me.">> You two share a loving kiss. <<MCTalk "Alright, let’s go. I’m ready for Comic-Con.">> <<JessicaTalk "That’s the spirit! Let’s go before I get too tempted to take off your outfit and have my way with you...">> <mc><i>Damn, Jess is getting wild when she sees me in feminine outfits.</i></mc> [[Head to the Comic-Con|JessicaDate5][$p=6]] <<elseif $p eq 6>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Comiccon/ComicconOutside.jpg" height=600></div> As you and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> arrive at Comic-Con, the area is a whirl of excitement. The crowd is a vibrant mix of costumes and animated conversations, and you can't help but feel a rush of exhilaration. Outside the convention center, a group of enthusiastic cosplayers spots you. They admire your Berido Zink outfit and excitedly ask for a short video. <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> encouraging smile gives you the final push you need. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/Comiccon/Gerudo MC.mp4"/></div> With a shy but playful demeanor, you strike a cute, girly pose, letting your veil flutter slightly. The cheers and compliments from the group are a boost to your confidence, and you start to feel a sense of pride in your outfit. <mc><i>No one shamed me, all these people seems to love my outfit, me...</i></mc> As you move inside the convention center, the lively atmosphere continues. The sight of numerous Amazing Woman cosplays adds to the excitement. The women wear Amazing Woman costumes from different periods. Amidst the crowd outside, a girl in a skimpy Zara costume catches your eye, her outfit showing her side boob, wearing panties and a veil similar to yours. She motions you to come closer. <mc><i>She looks so good. Next time I should convince Jess to wear a Zara outfit.</i></mc> [[Go near the Zara cosplayer|JessicaDate5][$p=7]] <<elseif $p eq 7>> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/Comiccon/Comiccon.mp4"/></div> She approaches with a flirtatious smile: <i>"Oh wow, I’ve finally found my hero! Can I get a photo with you?"</i> You pose together, and she flirts playfully, complimenting your outfit. Despite the flirtatious undertone, you feel more at ease than you did earlier. <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> presence helps you stay grounded and distanced from the girl. <<JessicaTalk "$name, let’s get into the building. We don’t want to miss anything!">> As you follow <jessica>Jessica</jessica> to explore more of the convention, you reflect on how far you’ve come. You were so anxious about trying on the feminine Berido outfit, but now everything is going great. [[Go inside the convention building|JessicaDate5][$p=8]] <<elseif $p eq 8>> Inside the building, the vibrant atmosphere of Comic-Con envelops you. You and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> head straight to the Legend of Zara section, where fans of the franchise gather. Almost immediately, you attract a lot of attention. People approach you, complimenting your cosplay and admiring how perfectly you fit the character of Zink. "<i>Wow, you have the perfect body for Zink!</i>" one person exclaims, while another enthusiastically asks to take a photo with you. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Comiccon/Gerudo MC.jpg" height=600></div> You shyly agree, and as the camera clicks, you strike a cute pose, feeling more at ease with each passing moment. Another person hands you their phone, asking if you could take a selfie with them. You smile and happily oblige. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Comiccon/Gerudo MC3.jpg" height=600></div> <mc><i>This feels amazing. I was so nervous about wearing this outfit, but everyone loves it. They love me. Maybe this isn't so bad after all.</i></mc> With each interaction, your confidence grows. You start to embrace the character of Berido Zink fully, letting yourself act cute and girly, playing up the role with a sense of joy and freedom. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> watches you with delight, her eyes shining with pride and affection. As you continue to pose and interact with fellow fans, you realize that you're no longer just wearing a costume; you're embodying the character. And it feels incredible. <mc><i>Is this how the models I follow on Swiftgram feel—being liked, showered with attention, and constantly in the spotlight?</i></mc> "<i>Hey strike us a pose! Give us the iconic Berido pose!</i>" a man shouts. After him a huge crowd starts to shout "<b>Pose! Pose! Pose!</b>". [[Strike the pose to satisfy your crowd!|JessicaDate5][$p=9]] <<elseif $p eq 9>> You strike a very feminine pose with a shocked face, head between your hands. You sway your hips sideways and avert your gaze towards the ground, acting shyly and flirty. Your midriff is exposed in the Berido outfit, showcasing your lovely flat stomach and slender waist. You are totally in character and don't feel any shame while acting so feminine. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/Comiccon/Gerudo MC2.mp4"/></div> The crowd erupts in applause and cheers, their approval washing over you like a warm wave. You steal a glance at <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and see her eyes filled with love and lust. Her gaze is intense, filled with admiration and desire. Her validation makes you feel safe and secure, giving you the confidence to continue. <mc><i>Jess really likes this. Seeing her like this, it makes all my fears melt away. I’m glad I decided to wear this outfit. I feel... liberated.</i></mc> <<FemininityIncrease 1>> <<JessicaTalk "Now that you feel comfortable in your outfit, can we go over to the Amazing Woman section? Please babe?">> [[Go to the Amazing Woman Section with Jessica.|JessicaDate5][$p=10]] <<elseif $p eq 10>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Comiccon/ComicWonder4.jpeg" height=600></div> You and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> make your way to the "Amazing Woman" section of the convention. The area is buzzing with excitement, filled with numerous girls cosplaying as Amazing Woman in various versions of the iconic outfit. Among the crowd, you notice a line forming for the "Hottest Amazing Woman" competition. <mc><i>Jess is the most beautiful woman here, she has to enter this competition. She'll win for sure.</i></mc> You gently nudge <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. <<MCTalk "Hey, look, there's a competition for the hottest Amazing Woman. You should totally enter. You're the most beautiful woman here, Jess.">> <<JessicaTalk "Hottest Amazing Woman? That is so against the character and the message of the last movie. Assholes!">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> looks pissed for a second but as you put your hand on her shoulder she starts to calm a bit. <<MCTalk "I had my fair share of attention today, it is your turn babe.">> <<JessicaTalk "You really think so?">> <<MCTalk "Absolutely, go and win that competition baby.">> With your encouragement, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> joins the line for the competition. As the rounds progress, the crowd's engagement becomes the deciding factor for who moves forward. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Comiccon/JessicaWonder2.jpg" height=600></div> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> confidently steps onto the stage for the first round, striking a series of cool and powerful poses that capture the essence of Amazing Woman. The crowd cheers loudly, ensuring her victory in the initial round. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Comiccon/JessicaWonder7.jpg" height=600></div> [[Second Round|JessicaDate5][$p=11]] <<elseif $p eq 11>> In the second round, the competition gets tougher. The other contestants are impressive, but <jessica>Jessica</jessica> holds her own, moving with grace and confidence. As she twirls dramatically, her skirt lifts slightly, <i>accidentally</i> revealing part of her beautiful butt. The unexpected glimpse causes the crowd to go wild with excitement and cheers, pushing her through to the final round. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Comiccon/JessicaWonder3.jpg" height=600></div> <mc><i>She's amazing. She's going to win this. I can feel it.</i></mc> Jessica, now in the final round, stands poised and ready. The excitement in the air is palpable as the crowd eagerly awaits the next stage of the competition. [[Final Round|JessicaDate5][$p=12]] <<elseif $p eq 12>> As Jessica steps into the final round, she faces fierce competition from another girl in an older, skimpier version of the Amazing Woman outfit. Her long red boots highlight the beautiful long legs... <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Comiccon/ComicWonder.jpg" height=600></div> The girl's mini shorts barely cover her, leaving a significant part of her ass exposed. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Comiccon/ComicWonder2.jpg" height=600></div> To make things even more challenging, she invites a man from the crowd to hug her legs and ass, earning wild cheers and more points from the audience. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Comiccon/ComicWonder3.jpg" height=600></div> <mc><i>After this show, there is no chance Jess is winning this. Still she had a good run.</i></mc> [[Now it is Jessica's turn|JessicaDate5][$p=13]] <<elseif $p eq 13>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Comiccon/JessicaWonder2.jpg" height=600></div> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> strikes her heroic pose again, but it's clear that the crowd is more captivated by the other girl's skimpy outfit and bold move. Determined not to lose in the final round, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> decides to take a daring step. She removes her skirt, revealing her bottom part clad in similar Amazing Woman panties. The crowd gasps in surprise and excitement. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Comiccon/JessicaWonder4.jpg" height=600></div> She looks at you in the crowd. You are shocked by her action and turned on by it... You give her a nod, giving her the encouragement she gave you all evening. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Comiccon/JessicaWonder5.jpg" height=600></div> <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, now more exposed, starts to dance around, flaunting her panty-clad ass to the delighted audience. The cheers grow louder and more enthusiastic with each move she makes. <mc><i>This is intense. I can't believe Jess is doing this in front of everyone. She's so daring... I can't help but feel jealous seeing all these eyes on her, but at the same time, it's incredibly arousing.</i></mc> [[Winner is announced|JessicaDate5][$p=14]] <<elseif $p eq 14>> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> wins the competition and the announcement comes through the speakers moments later, echoing her victory to the entire crowd. Her daring stage dance had paid off. With a triumphant smile, she accepts the <money>$5,000</money> award and comes running towards you, her excitement palpable. <<JessicaTalk "We did it, $name! I can’t believe I won!">> <<MCTalk "I'm so proud of you, Jess. You were incredible out there, even if I was a bit jealous seeing you like that in front of everyone">> <<JessicaTalk "Thanks, babe. But now, I want to celebrate with just you. You will be the only one seeing what is beneath these panties.">> As the young lover couple you leave Comic-Con in a hurry, horny by the events of the evening you [[go to Jessica's place.|JessicaDate5][$p=15]] <<elseif $p eq 15>> Back at <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> place, the atmosphere is charged with anticipation and desire. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> leads you to her bedroom quickly. She grabs her lasso, playfully wrapping it around your neck as you begin to undress. The sensation sends shivers down your spine, a mix of excitement and vulnerability. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Comiccon/JessicaWonder6.jpg" height=600></div> She guides you to your knees, still wearing the Berido panties, and you look up at her. Jessica meets your gaze with a sultry smile, the lasso in her hand giving her a sense of control that you find thrilling. <<JessicaTalk "You're so beautiful like this $name. You were so pretty, so adorable, so sexy all day in your little outfit. You drove me crazy.">> The feeling of the lasso around your neck drives <b>you</b> crazy. You are quickly reminded the pegging hentai you saw the other night. <<Arousalincrease 60>><<Arousal>> <<link[[Soon you are both fully naked!|JessicaDate5]]>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $sidemenu to 0>><<set $p to 16>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 16>> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> kneels before you, her lips and tongue working their magic on your fully erect dick. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Comiccon/ComicconSex3.jpg" height=600></div> The feminine outfit, the attention, and her unwavering support throughout the day have built you up, making you feel desired and <b>powerful</b>. Feeling a newfound surge of confidence, you guide Jessica onto all fours. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Comiccon/ComicconSex6.jpg" height=600></div> [[Penetrate her|JessicaDate5][$p=17]] <<elseif $p eq 17>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Comiccon/ComicconSex4.jpg" height=600></div> You get on the bed, behind <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. You align your dick to penetrate your beautiful girlfriend's wet, inviting pussy. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Comiccon/ComicconSex7.jpg" height=600></div> <<JessicaTalk "Ohh, fuck me baby, fuck me good tonight.">> Her words, meaning well, break your concentration and remind you all of your worries. <mc><i>What if I cannot satisfy her again?</i></mc> You fuck <jessica>Jessica</jessica> slowly, too afraid of cumming early, again... <<JessicaTalk "Please baby, faster, harder! I need a good fuck.">> You try to give her the good fucking she deserves but under 50 seconds you feel your orgasm build up. [[Take a moment to change positions|JessicaDate5][$p=18]] <<elseif $p eq 18>> <<MCTalk "Jess, can we continue in missionary. I want to look into your beautiful green eyes.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> turns around without a complaint. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Comiccon/ComicconSex5.jpg" height=500></div> You start to fuck her once again, her wet pussy walls grabbing your dick's small head. But you don't dare to go balls deep in her. You are afraid all that stimulation will lead to another early ending. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Comiccon/ComicconSex2.jpg" height=500></div> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> looks you in the eyes, plays with her nipple and moans seductively, trying to get you into the mood even more. <<JessicaTalk "Harder babe, harderrr. I need it <b>deeper</b>.">> With her words you push all your 4 inch dick in her embracing pussy. <<JessicaTalk "More babe, give me more.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Comiccon/ComicconSex.jpg" width=700></div> Yet you cannot give her more, you have run out of dick to give her. A crushing wave of shame, embarrassment, and humiliation crashes over you with this realization. <mc><i>Oh my God! What if she is used to her ex's big dick, what if this is the reason she got so horny around Mr. Brown's pool. I will never be able to satisfy her!</i></mc> With your mind racing with anxious thoughts, your sperms start racing to come out of your dick. <<link[[Try to pull out to stop your ejaculation|JessicaDate5]]>><<set $p to 19>><<set $arousal to 0>><<Arousal>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 19>> You cannot pull out fast enough, you cannot calm your nerves fast enough; you can only cum too fast... <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Comiccon/ComicconSex8.jpg" height=600></div> <<link[[Do nothing...|JessicaDate5]]>><<set $jessicadate5 to 0>><<set $p to 20>><</link>> <<link[[Eat her pussy with your own cum in it...|JessicaDate5][$p=20]]>><<set $jessicadate5 to 1>><<set $p to 20>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 20>> <<if $jessicadate5 eq 0>> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> looks baffled with your inability to give her consistent orgasms. This time she keeps her calm, gets up from the bed. <<JessicaTalk "Uhmm, $name, I'm gonna take a long shower. It was a long day.">> <<MCTalk "Would you like me to accompany you?">> You try your luck with her but she doesn't bother to answer with words, just her hand motion to signal you to "no thanks". As you watch her walk away, a mixture of disappointment and shame. The fear and insecurity gnaw at you, replaying the events of the night. You can't shake the feeling of inadequacy, and it's eating you alive. <<elseif $jessicadate5 eq 1>><<set $sub +=1>> <<MCTalk "Wait, Jessica... let me at least make it up to you.">> You blurt it out before you can think, a desperate plea to salvage what’s left of the moment. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> pauses, her expression unreadable, but she doesn’t stop you as you shift downward between her legs, determined to please her in any way you can. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Comiccon/ComicconSex9.jpg" height=500></div> The taste of your own cum, your own failure hit you immediately, but you press on, focusing entirely on her pleasure. At first, it feels like a punishment—each second, each movement, weighing heavily on you. But then, you notice <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> breathing change. She lets out a soft sigh, her body relaxing beneath you. Her hand instinctively tangles into your hair, gently guiding your head with subtle encouragement. She’s getting more into it now, and the realization both stings and motivates you. You feel humiliated, but also compelled to keep going. Her soft moans begin to fill the room, small sounds of approval that cut through your swirling thoughts of inadequacy. For a moment, you find yourself focusing entirely on her reactions, the way her body responds, the way she subtly tugs on your hair when you hit just the right spot. You feel a strange shift in yourself—a subtle, quiet surrender. The humiliation is still there, gnawing at your pride, but beneath it, something else stirs. A twisted sense of arousal starts to creep in, mingling with your shame. You don’t want to acknowledge it, but you can’t help but notice how your own body reacts as her pleasure builds. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Comiccon/ComicconSex10.jpg" height=500></div> Her back arches suddenly, her thighs tightening around your head. With one final, breathy moan, she reaches her peak, her body trembling beneath your touch. For a moment, you almost feel proud—but then the moment passes, and you're left with the bitter taste of your own cum still on your tongue. During her orgasm <jessica>Jessica</jessica> you got your own cum all over your face... <jessica>Jessica</jessica> catches her breath, her body relaxing as she gently releases her grip on your hair. She sighs, satisfied, before getting up from the bed, her tone softer but still detached. <<JessicaTalk "Uhmm, $name, I'm gonna take a long shower. Thanks for trying...">> You nod weakly, your own feelings a tangled mess. <<MCTalk "Do you want me to... join you?">> You try your luck with her but she doesn't bother to answer with words, just her hand motion to signal you to "no thanks". <</if>> [[Lay on the bed|JessicaDate5][$p=21]] <<elseif $p eq 21>> <mc><i>Is she comparing me to her ex? Am I not enough for her? What if she gets tired of me and finds someone else who can fuck her right?</i></mc> You hear a soft ding from <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> phone on the bedside table, bringing your attention back to the room. The screen lights up, showing a notification from <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> roommate. You take the phone, go to the bathroom door. <<MCTalk "Babe! Your roommate just sent a message, want me to read it to you?">> <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> voice calls out from behind the shower curtain, slightly muffled by the water. <<JessicaTalk "Sure, go ahead!">> With her permission, you unlock the phone and open the messages. Her roommate just texted to remind <jessica>Jessica</jessica> about the groceries she will buy the other day. You read her the message then sit on the bed again. The phone is still in your hand, texting app open. Your fingers tremble slightly as you find <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> name. Hesitating for a moment, you finally tap on the thread, your heart pounding in your chest. As you start reading, you see a mix of professional and casual exchanges. Most of the conversations are about work, sending files back and forth. Some office gossip. You couldn't imagine <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> to text each other this much. [[You scroll upwards till you reach Tuesday...|JessicaDate5][$p=22]] <<elseif $p eq 22>> You go to the top and start reading the messages of Tuesday with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. They have sent each other some documents, <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> wanting reports and adjustments. Then your heart skips a beat as you read <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> next text! <<JessicaTalk "So, do you like my new thong?">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/JessicaPhoto2.jpg" height=500></div> <mc><i>What! I couldn't receive this photo properly that day. Is this why?</i></mc> Your stomach starts to ache with jealousy as you [[scroll down.|JessicaDate5][$p=23]] <<elseif $p eq 23>> <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> response sends a wave of shock through you <<AndreTalk "I love it. It suits you perfectly, Jessica. I bet it feels as good as it looks. If you ever need advice on lingerie, feel free to ask.">> Your hands tremble as you continue to read. You cannot believe at this response from <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. <<JessicaTalk "Oh my god, Mr. Brown, I'm so sorry! That was meant for $name. Please forget about it. It was a total accident!">> <<AndreTalk "Relax, Jessica. Mistakes happen. You look stunning, by the way. No need to be embarrassed.">> <<JessicaTalk "Thank you. I'm really sorry, though. I didn't mean for you to see that.">> <<AndreTalk "It's fine, really. I appreciate your honesty. You're an amazing woman, Jessica, and there's no need to hide that.">> <<JessicaTalk "I appreciate your understanding. I just feel so silly.">> <<AndreTalk "Don't. You're beautiful and confident, and that's nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, here's a little something to show you we're even.">> You scroll down further, your heart pounding. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/AndreText2.png" height=600></div> Your eyes widen as the photo of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> in his luxurious boxer briefs fills the screen. His body is immaculate, every muscle defined and glistening. His abs look like they were carved from stone, and the way his boxer briefs cling to him leaves little to the imagination. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/BrownPhoto.jpg" height=500></div> <<link[[You are too aroused by the photo!|JessicaDate5]]>><<set $p to 24>><<set $jessicadate5firstchoice to 1>><</link>> <<link[[You are so aroused by the photo!|JessicaDate5]]>><<set $p to 24>><<set $jessicadate5firstchoice to 2>><</link>> <<link[[You feel threatened by his body and bulge...!|JessicaDate5]]>><<set $p to 24>><<set $jessicadate5firstchoice to 3>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 24>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/BrownPhoto.jpg" height=500></div> <<if $jessicadate5firstchoice eq 1>> <mc><i>Oh my God... He's so...perfect. Why can't I look away when I see him in shorts...</i></mc> You can't look away. The sight of <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> confident pose, his chiseled abs, and his huge bulge captivates you. Your heart pounds in your chest, a mix of jealousy, intrigue, and unexpected arousal surging through you. <<Arousalincrease 80>><<Arousal>> <<MCTalk "Why... why do I feel this way about him? He's everything I wish I could be, but also... something I can't stop thinking about.">> You feel a strange thrill imagining Jessica with him, wondering what it would feel like to truly submit to someone like him, to know your place. <<set $MCcuck +=2>><<set $bbcinterest +=2>> <<elseif $jessicadate5firstchoice eq 2>> <mc><i>This isn’t right. I should be angry—furious at him for flirting with Jessica. But... he’s so... attractive.</i></mc> You swallow hard, unable to fully tear your eyes away from the image. His confidence is intoxicating, and a part of you can't help but wonder what it would be like to be more like him—or to be under his control. <mc><i>He's... impressive, I'll give him that. No wonder Jessica might be drawn to him. But what does that mean for me?</i></mc> <<Arousalincrease 50>><<Arousal>><<set $MCcuck +=1>><<set $bbcinterest +=1>> Your feelings are a confusing mix of jealousy, admiration, and something you can’t quite admit to yourself yet. <<elseif $jessicadate5firstchoice eq 3>> <mc><i>Why does he have to be so perfect? How can I even begin to compete with someone like him? This isn’t fair...</i></mc><<set $stress +=20>><<Stress>> Your hands shake as you stare at the photo, a deep sense of inadequacy washing over you. The thought of <jessica>Jessica</jessica> admiring him, even accidentally, drives a sharp pang of jealousy into your chest.<<set $MCcuck +=1>> <<Arousalincrease 50>><<Arousal>> <mc><i>No wonder she’d feel drawn to him. Look at him! How am I supposed to measure up to that?</i></mc> Your stress levels spike, the image of his confident pose, his muscular body and his huge bulge... The idea of <jessica>Jessica</jessica> fawning over him creating a whirlwind of insecurity. <</if>> [[Continue Scrolling|JessicaDate5][$p=25]] <<elseif $p eq 25>> <mc><i>He's so confident. Just look at him. And Jessica... she really appreciates that. How could she not be drawn to him? How can I ever measure up to someone like that?</i></mc> You continue scrolling, your heart pounding with each new message. The conversation is casual, friendly, but there's an undercurrent of flirtation that gnaws at you. <<AndreTalk "Looks like we're both ready for bed. Nice choice, by the way.">> <<JessicaTalk "Wow, Mr. Brown. You look... great. Thank you for being so understanding.">> <<AndreTalk "Anytime, Jessica. Sweet dreams.">> Just as you're about to dive deeper into the conversation, you hear the sound of the shower turning off. The reality of what you've been doing hits you, and you quickly place the phone back on the bedside table, trying to compose yourself. <mc><i>What if she finds out I was snooping? But how could I not look? This is tearing me apart...</i></mc> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> comes into the room from her bedroom's bathroom. <<JessicaTalk "You okay? You look a little... distracted.">> <mc><i>Should I tell her? No, not now. I need to process this... and figure out what it means for us.</i></mc> <<MCTalk "I'm fine, just a lot on my mind. It's been a long day.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> nods, her eyes searching yours for a moment, but you cannot look into her eyes. She leans in to kiss you softly. <<MCTalk "I think I should head home now. It's been a long day.">> <<link[[Go Home|Apartment]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $jessicaquest to 5>><</link>> <</if>>

<table style="width:100%; text-align:center;"> <tr><td colspan="3">[[Return to Room|My Room][$cabinet = "Piercings"]]</td></tr> <tr><td><b>[[Piercings|Cabinet][$cabinet = "Piercings"]]</b></td> <<if $femininity gte 5>> <td><b>[[Accessories|Cabinet][$cabinet = "Accessories"]]</b></td><</if>> <<if $jessicaquest gte 15>><td><b>[[Toys|Cabinet][$cabinet = "Toys"]]</b></td><</if>> </tr> </table> <<if $cabinet eq "Piercings">> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;"> <tr> <td><b>[[Earrings|Cabinet][$cabinet = "Earring"]]</b></td> <td><b>[[Nose Piercing|Cabinet][$cabinet = "Nose"]]</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td> <<if $earring eq "None">> <<link[img[Images/City/InkSteel/EarNoPiercing.jpg][Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Earring">><</link>> <<elseif $earring eq "Stud Earrings">> <<link[img[Images/City/InkSteel/EarringG1.jpg][Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Earring">><</link>> <<elseif $earring eq "Heart Earrings">> <<link[img[Images/City/InkSteel/EarringG2.jpg][Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Earring">><</link>> <<elseif $earring eq "Gold Hoop Earrings">> <<link[img[Images/City/InkSteel/EarringG3.jpg][Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Earring">><</link>> <<elseif $earring eq "Silver Hoop Earrings">> <<link[img[Images/City/InkSteel/EarringG4.jpg][Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Earring">><</link>> <<elseif $earring eq "Blue Stud Earrings">> <<link[img[Images/City/InkSteel/EarringG5.jpg][Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Earring">><</link>> <</if>> </td> <td> <<if $nosepiercing eq "None">> <<link[img[Images/City/InkSteel/NoseNoPiercing.jpg][Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Nose">><</link>> <<elseif $nosepiercing eq "Ring Nose Piercing">> <<link[img[Images/City/InkSteel/NosePiercingG1.jpg][Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Nose">><</link>> <<elseif $nosepiercing eq "Stud Nose Piercing">> <<link[img[Images/City/InkSteel/NosePiercingG2.jpg][Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Nose">><</link>> <<elseif $nosepiercing eq "Double Ring Nose Piercing">> <<link[img[Images/City/InkSteel/NosePiercingG3.jpg][Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Nose">><</link>> <</if>> </td> </tr> <tr> <td><b>[[Tongue Piercing|Cabinet][$cabinet = "Tongue"]]</b></td> <td><b>[[Lips Piercing|Cabinet][$cabinet = "Lips"]]</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td> <<if $tonguepiercing eq "None">> <<link[img[Images/City/InkSteel/TongueNoPiercing.jpg][Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Tongue">><</link>> <</if>> </td> <td> <<if $lipspiercing eq "None" and $lips eq 1>> <<link[img[Images/City/InkSteel/LipsNoPiercing.jpg][Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Lips">><</link>> <</if>> </td> </tr> <tr> <td><b>[[Nipple Piercing|Cabinet][$cabinet = "Nipple"]]</b></td> <td><b>[[Navel Piercing|Cabinet][$cabinet = "Navel"]]</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td> <<if $nipplepiercing eq "None" and $chest eq 0>> <<link[img[Images/City/InkSteel/NippleNoPiercings.jpg][Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Nipple">><</link>> <</if>> </td> <td> <<if $navelpiercing eq "None" and $waist eq 1>> <<link[img[Images/City/InkSteel/NavelNoPiercing1.jpg][Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Navel">><</link>> <<elseif $waist eq 2 and $navelpiercing eq "None">> <<link[img[Images/City/InkSteel/NavelNoPiercing2.jpg][Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Navel">><</link>> <<elseif $waist eq 3 and $navelpiercing eq "None">> <<link[img[Images/City/InkSteel/NavelNoPiercing3.jpg][Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Navel">><</link>> <<elseif $navelpiercing eq "Bunny Navel Piercing">> <<link[img[Images/City/InkSteel/NavelPiercingG1.jpg][Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Navel">><</link>> <<elseif $navelpiercing eq "Butterfly Navel Piercing">> <<link[img[Images/City/InkSteel/NavelPiercingG2.jpg][Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Navel">><</link>> <<elseif $navelpiercing eq "Stud Navel Piercing">> <<link[img[Images/City/InkSteel/NavelPiercingG3.jpg][Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Navel">><</link>> <<elseif $navelpiercing eq "Loosely Chained Navel Piercing">> <<link[img[Images/City/InkSteel/NavelPiercingG4.jpg][Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Navel">><</link>> <<elseif $navelpiercing eq "Chained Navel Piercing">> <<link[img[Images/City/InkSteel/NavelPiercingG5.jpg][Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Navel">><</link>> <</if>> </td> </tr> <tr> <td colspan="2"><b>[[Lower Back Piercing|Cabinet][$cabinet = "Venus"]]</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td colspan="2"> <<if $venuspiercing eq "None">> <<link[img[Images/City/InkSteel/VenusNoPiercing.jpg][Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Venus">><</link>> <</if>> </td> </tr> </table> <<elseif $cabinet eq "Earring">> <table style="width:100%"><div style="text-align:center">[[Return|Cabinet][$cabinet = "Piercings"]]</div></table> <table style="width:100%"> <<for _a to 0; _a lt $piercinginv.length; _a++>> <<if $piercinginv [_a].slot == "earring">> <tr> <td><div style="text-align:center"><<PiercingImage $piercinginv[_a].imgname 200>><</PiercingImage>></div></td> <td> <b>Name:</b> <<print $piercinginv [_a].name>><br> <fem><b>Fem req:</b> <<print $piercinginv [_a].fem>></fem><br> <beauty><b>Beauty:</b> <<print $piercinginv [_a].beauty>></beauty><br> <b>Description:</b> <<print $piercinginv [_a].description>><br> <<capture _a>> <b>Actions:</b> <<if $earring is $piercinginv [_a].name>> You are already wearing this! <<elseif $femininity lt $piercinginv [_a].fem>> You don't feel comfortable wearing this. <<else>> <<link [[Wear|Cabinet]]>> <<set $earring = $piercinginv [_a].name>> <<set $earringbeauty = $piercinginv [_a].beauty>> <<Beauty>> <</link>> <</if>> <</capture>> </td> </tr> <</if>> <</for>> </table> <<if $earring neq "None">><table style="width:100%"><div style="text-align:center"><<link[[Remove Earring|Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Earring">><<set $earring to "None">><<set $earringbeauty to 0>><<Beauty>><</link>></div></table><</if>> <<elseif $cabinet eq "Nose">> <table style="width:100%"><div style="text-align:center">[[Return|Cabinet][$cabinet = "Piercings"]]</div></table> <table style="width:100%"> <<for _a to 0; _a lt $piercinginv.length; _a++>> <<if $piercinginv [_a].slot == "nose">> <tr> <td><div style="text-align:center"><<PiercingImage $piercinginv[_a].imgname 200>><</PiercingImage>></div></td> <td> <b>Name:</b> <<print $piercinginv [_a].name>><br> <fem><b>Fem req:</b> <<print $piercinginv [_a].fem>></fem><br> <beauty><b>Beauty:</b> <<print $piercinginv [_a].beauty>></beauty><br> <b>Description:</b> <<print $piercinginv [_a].description>><br> <<capture _a>> <b>Actions:</b> <<if $nosepiercing is $piercinginv [_a].name>> You are already wearing this! <<elseif $femininity lt $piercinginv [_a].fem>> You don't feel comfortable wearing this. <<else>> <<link [[Wear|Cabinet]]>> <<set $nosepiercing = $piercinginv [_a].name>> <<set $nosepiercingbeauty = $piercinginv [_a].beauty>> <<Beauty>> <</link>> <</if>> <</capture>> </td> </tr> <</if>> <</for>> </table> <<if $nosepiercing neq "None">><table style="width:100%"><div style="text-align:center"><<link[[Remove Nose Piercing|Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Nose">><<set $nosepiercing to "None">><<set $nosepiercingbeauty to 0>><<Beauty>><</link>></div></table><</if>> <<elseif $cabinet eq "Tongue">> Will be added in future updates! <table style="width:100%"><div style="text-align:center">[[Return|Cabinet][$cabinet = "Piercings"]]</div></table> <<elseif $cabinet eq "Lips">> Will be added in future updates! <table style="width:100%"><div style="text-align:center">[[Return|Cabinet][$cabinet = "Piercings"]]</div></table> <<elseif $cabinet eq "Nipple">> Will be added in future updates! <table style="width:100%"><div style="text-align:center">[[Return|Cabinet][$cabinet = "Piercings"]]</div></table> <<elseif $cabinet eq "Navel">> <table style="width:100%"><div style="text-align:center">[[Return|Cabinet][$cabinet = "Piercings"]]</div></table> <table style="width:100%"> <<for _a to 0; _a lt $piercinginv.length; _a++>> <<if $piercinginv [_a].slot == "navel">> <tr> <td><div style="text-align:center"><<PiercingImage $piercinginv[_a].imgname 200>><</PiercingImage>></div></td> <td> <b>Name:</b> <<print $piercinginv [_a].name>><br> <fem><b>Fem req:</b> <<print $piercinginv [_a].fem>></fem><br> <beauty><b>Beauty:</b> <<print $piercinginv [_a].beauty>></beauty><br> <b>Description:</b> <<print $piercinginv [_a].description>><br> <<capture _a>> <b>Actions:</b> <<if $navelpiercing is $piercinginv [_a].name>> You are already wearing this! <<elseif $femininity lt $piercinginv [_a].fem>> You don't feel comfortable wearing this. <<else>> <<link [[Wear|Cabinet]]>> <<set $navelpiercing = $piercinginv [_a].name>> <<set $navelpiercingbeauty = $piercinginv [_a].beauty>> <<Beauty>> <</link>> <</if>> <</capture>> </td> </tr> <</if>> <</for>> </table> <<if $navelpiercing neq "None">><table style="width:100%"><div style="text-align:center"><<link[[Remove Navel Piercing|Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Nose">><<set $navelpiercing to "None">><<set $navelpiercingbeauty to 0>><<Beauty>><</link>></div></table><</if>> <table style="width:100%"><div style="text-align:center">[[Return|Cabinet][$cabinet = "Piercings"]]</div></table> <<elseif $cabinet eq "Venus">> Will be added in future updates! <table style="width:100%"><div style="text-align:center">[[Return|Cabinet][$cabinet = "Piercings"]]</div></table> <<elseif $cabinet eq "Accessories">> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;"> <tr> <td><b>[[Necklaces|Cabinet][$cabinet = "Necklace"]]</b></td> <td><b>[[Bracelets|Cabinet][$cabinet = "Bracelet"]]</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td> <<if $necklace eq "None">> <<link[img[Images/Home/Mirror/MC Neck1.jpg][Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Necklace">><</link>> <<elseif $necklace eq "Small Heart Pendant">> <<link[img[Images/Clothes/SmallHeartNecklace.jpg][Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Necklace">><</link>> <<elseif $necklace eq "Small Star Necklace">> <<link[img[Images/Clothes/SmallStarNeck.jpg][Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Necklace">><</link>> <<elseif $necklace eq "Rose Gold Layered Necklace">> <<link[img[Images/Clothes/RoseLayeredNecklace.jpg][Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Necklace">><</link>> <<elseif $necklace eq "Butterfly Charm Necklace">> <<link[img[Images/Clothes/SmallButterflyNecklace.jpg][Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Necklace">><</link>> <</if>> </td> <td> <<if $bracelet eq "None">> <<link[img[Images/Home/Mirror/MC Wrist.jpg][Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Bracelet">><</link>> <<elseif $bracelet eq "Thin Silver Bracelet">> <<link[img[Images/Clothes/ThinSilverBracelet.jpg][Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Bracelet">><</link>> <<elseif $bracelet eq "Charm Bracelet with Small Stars">> <<link[img[Images/Clothes/SmallStarBracelet.jpg][Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Bracelet">><</link>> <<elseif $bracelet eq "Rose Quartz Beaded Bracelet">> <<link[img[Images/Clothes/RoseQuartzBracelet.jpg][Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Bracelet">><</link>> <</if>> </td> </tr> <tr> <td><b>[[Rings|Cabinet][$cabinet = "Ring"]]</b></td> <td><b>[[Anklets|Cabinet][$cabinet = "Anklet"]]</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td> <<if $ring eq "None" and $fingers eq "FrenchManicure">> <<link[img[Images/City/Mall/Spa/FrenchManicure.jpg][Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Ring">><</link>> <<elseif $ring eq "None" and $fingers eq "LavenderPolish">> <<link[img[Images/City/Mall/Spa/LavenderPolish.jpg][Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Ring">><</link>> <<elseif $ring eq "None" and $fingers eq "SoftPinkGloss">> <<link[img[Images/City/Mall/Spa/SoftPinkGloss.jpg][Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Ring">><</link>> <<elseif $ring eq "None" and $fingers eq "NudeBeige">> <<link[img[Images/City/Mall/Spa/NudeBeige.jpg][Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Ring">><</link>> <<elseif $ring eq "None" and $fingers eq "DustyRed">> <<link[img[Images/City/Mall/Spa/DustyRed.jpg][Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Ring">><</link>> <<elseif $ring eq "None" and $fingers eq "PearlWhite">> <<link[img[Images/City/Mall/Spa/PearlWhite.jpg][Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Ring">><</link>> <<elseif $ring eq "None" and $fingers eq "PinkShimmer">> <<link[img[Images/City/Mall/Spa/PinkShimmer.jpg][Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Ring">><</link>> <<elseif $ring eq "Thin Ring with Sapphires">> <<link[img[Images/Clothes/SapphireThinRing.jpg][Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Ring">><</link>> <<elseif $ring eq "Delicate Flower Ring">> <<link[img[Images/Clothes/FlowerRing.jpg][Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Ring">><</link>> <</if>> </td> <td> <<if $anklet eq "None">> <<link[img[Images/Home/Mirror/MC Ankle.jpg][Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Anklet">><</link>> <<elseif $anklet eq "Gold Ankle Chain">> <<link[img[Images/Clothes/ThinAnklet.jpg][Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Anklet">><</link>> <<elseif $anklet eq "Silver Ankle Chain with Heart Charm">> <<link[img[Images/Clothes/HeartAnklet.jpg][Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Anklet">><</link>> <</if>> </td> </tr> </table> <<elseif $cabinet eq "Necklace">> <table style="width:100%"><div style="text-align:center">[[Return|Cabinet][$cabinet = "Accessories"]]</div></table> <table style="width:100%"> <<for _a to 0; _a lt $accessoryinv.length; _a++>> <<if $accessoryinv [_a].slot == "necklace">> <tr> <td><div style="text-align:center"><<ClothesImage $accessoryinv[_a].imgname 200>><</ClothesImage>></div></td> <td> <b>Name:</b> <<print $accessoryinv [_a].name>><br> <fem><b>Fem req:</b> <<print $accessoryinv [_a].fem>></fem><br> <b>Description:</b> <<print $accessoryinv [_a].description>><br> <<capture _a>> <b>Actions:</b> <<if $necklace is $accessoryinv [_a].name>> You are already wearing this! <<elseif $femininity lt $accessoryinv [_a].fem>> You don't feel comfortable wearing this. <<else>> <<link [[Wear|Cabinet]]>> <<set $necklace = $accessoryinv [_a].name>> <</link>> <</if>> <</capture>> </td> </tr> <</if>> <</for>> </table> <<if $necklace neq "None">><table style="width:100%"><div style="text-align:center"><<link[[Remove Necklace|Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Necklace">><<set $necklace to "None">><</link>></div></table><</if>> <<elseif $cabinet eq "Bracelet">> <table style="width:100%"><div style="text-align:center">[[Return|Cabinet][$cabinet = "Accessories"]]</div></table> <table style="width:100%"> <<for _a to 0; _a lt $accessoryinv.length; _a++>> <<if $accessoryinv [_a].slot == "bracelet">> <tr> <td><div style="text-align:center"><<ClothesImage $accessoryinv[_a].imgname 200>><</ClothesImage>></div></td> <td> <b>Name:</b> <<print $accessoryinv [_a].name>><br> <fem><b>Fem req:</b> <<print $accessoryinv [_a].fem>></fem><br> <b>Description:</b> <<print $accessoryinv [_a].description>><br> <<capture _a>> <b>Actions:</b> <<if $bracelet is $accessoryinv [_a].name>> You are already wearing this! <<elseif $femininity lt $accessoryinv [_a].fem>> You don't feel comfortable wearing this. <<else>> <<link [[Wear|Cabinet]]>> <<set $bracelet = $accessoryinv [_a].name>> <</link>> <</if>> <</capture>> </td> </tr> <</if>> <</for>> </table> <<if $bracelet neq "None">><table style="width:100%"><div style="text-align:center"><<link[[Remove Bracelet|Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Bracelet">><<set $bracelet to "None">><</link>></div></table><</if>> <<elseif $cabinet eq "Ring">> <table style="width:100%"><div style="text-align:center">[[Return|Cabinet][$cabinet = "Accessories"]]</div></table> <table style="width:100%"> <<for _a to 0; _a lt $accessoryinv.length; _a++>> <<if $accessoryinv [_a].slot == "ring">> <tr> <td><div style="text-align:center"><<ClothesImage $accessoryinv[_a].imgname 200>><</ClothesImage>></div></td> <td> <b>Name:</b> <<print $accessoryinv [_a].name>><br> <fem><b>Fem req:</b> <<print $accessoryinv [_a].fem>></fem><br> <b>Description:</b> <<print $accessoryinv [_a].description>><br> <<capture _a>> <b>Actions:</b> <<if $ring is $accessoryinv [_a].name>> You are already wearing this! <<elseif $femininity lt $accessoryinv [_a].fem>> You don't feel comfortable wearing this. <<else>> <<link [[Wear|Cabinet]]>> <<set $ring = $accessoryinv [_a].name>> <</link>> <</if>> <</capture>> </td> </tr> <</if>> <</for>> </table> <<if $ring neq "None">><table style="width:100%"><div style="text-align:center"><<link[[Remove Ring|Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Ring">><<set $ring to "None">><</link>></div></table><</if>> <<elseif $cabinet eq "Anklet">> <table style="width:100%"><div style="text-align:center">[[Return|Cabinet][$cabinet = "Accessories"]]</div></table> <table style="width:100%"> <<for _a to 0; _a lt $accessoryinv.length; _a++>> <<if $accessoryinv [_a].slot == "anklet">> <tr> <td><div style="text-align:center"><<ClothesImage $accessoryinv[_a].imgname 200>><</ClothesImage>></div></td> <td> <b>Name:</b> <<print $accessoryinv [_a].name>><br> <fem><b>Fem req:</b> <<print $accessoryinv [_a].fem>></fem><br> <b>Description:</b> <<print $accessoryinv [_a].description>><br> <<capture _a>> <b>Actions:</b> <<if $anklet is $accessoryinv [_a].name>> You are already wearing this! <<elseif $femininity lt $accessoryinv [_a].fem>> You don't feel comfortable wearing this. <<else>> <<link [[Wear|Cabinet]]>> <<set $anklet = $accessoryinv [_a].name>> <</link>> <</if>> <</capture>> </td> </tr> <</if>> <</for>> </table> <<if $anklet neq "None">><table style="width:100%"><div style="text-align:center"><<link[[Remove Anklet|Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Anklet">><<set $anklet to "None">><</link>></div></table><</if>> <<elseif $cabinet eq "Toys">> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;"> <tr> <td><b>[[Cages|Cabinet][$cabinet = "Cages"]]</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td><<if $cage eq "Pink Cage">> <<link[img[Images/Home/Mirror/MCCageSmall.jpg][Cabinet]]>><<set $cabinet to "Cages">><</link>> <</if>></td> </tr> </table> <<elseif $cabinet eq "Cages">> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;"> <tr> <td><b>[[Cages|Cabinet][$cabinet = "Cages"]]</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td><<if $cage eq "Pink Cage">> <img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MCCageSmall.jpg"> <</if>></td> </tr> <tr> <td><<if $cage eq "Pink Cage" and $haskey eq 0>> Even if you wanted to, you cannot remove the cage as you don't have the key.<</if>></td></tr> </table> <</if>> <table style="width:100%"><div style="text-align:center">[[Return to Room|My Room][$cabinet = "Piercings"]]</div></table>

<div style="text-align:center">End of the 0.6 update of the Blossoming Journey. I hope you enjoyed the story so far!</div> <div style="text-align:center"> <b>This is where the story is going. All these images will be in the next update!</b> </div> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Teaser.jpg" height=500></div> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Teaser2.jpg" height=500></div> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Teaser3.jpg" height=500></div> If you like where the story is heading and want to see more, please consider supporting the game's development on Patreon. Your support will help me continue creating and improving the game, adding more <b>exciting</b> content and features. <b> https://www.patreon.com/atta_bj </b> If you cannot afford to support the game financially, you can drop a like at TFgames or write an endorsing review: https://tfgames.site/?module=viewgame&id=3286 You can join the game's Discord at: https://discord.gg/GacyTDPjmg Thank you for your playing! See you in the upcoming updates!

<<if $p eq 1>> You were busy all day, with classes and the photo club. You didn't have any time to worry about <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> accidental selfie to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and his flirtatious respond. His chiseled abs, his big bulge... <mc><i>I wonder what is Jessica feeling about him...</i></mc> As you are lost in your thoughts <clara>Clara</clara> removes her headphones and turns to you. <<ClaraTalk "Hi $name, was listening to the last rap album of Darius. It is so good.">> <mc><i>Oh shit, Darius! He will fuck me up tomorrow, I should just not go to the gym.</i></mc> <<MCTalk "Uhmm, good for him.">> <<ClaraTalk "If my mom wasn't following my Swiftgram I would beg him to be his next cover girl...">> <clara>Clara</clara> sits next to you and shows you the album cover photo. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Darius Album.jpg" height=600></div> You see <darius>Darius</darius> and a stunning blonde in white lingerie on the cover. She is touching him and looking into his eyes with lust and mesmerized... <mc><i>Black Magic? Really?</i></mc> <<if $bbcinterest gte 7>> Your eyes linger on the photo, drawn to the contrast between them. The way the blonde looks up at him, completely entranced—it stirs something deep within you that you can’t fully explain. A mix of fascination and envy takes hold, and you quickly look away, embarrassed by your reaction. <<elseif $bbcinterest lt 4>>You shake your head, feeling annoyed by the over-the-top imagery. The whole setup seems so exaggerated and clichéd, you can’t understand why <clara>Clara</clara> finds it so captivating. <<else>>Your gaze lingers on the cover longer than you intended. The image feels bold and striking, the contrast impossible to ignore. It’s not just <clara>Clara's</clara> admiration; something about it seems deliberately provocative, and you can’t help but feel a flicker of curiosity mixed with unease.<</if>> <<ClaraTalk "Great photo right? Big black man and the small white girl in her small lingerie.">> <clara>Clara's</clara> remarks shock you, isn't she jealous of seeing him with another girl? <<MCTalk "Uhmm, aren't you seeing each other with Darius? Doesn't this bother you?">> <<ClaraTalk "We are not dating and I don't want such a relationship anyway. And he deserves to be with girls like her.">> You are puzzled by <clara>Clara's</clara> words, she is supportive of <darius>Darius</darius> fucking others, she even sees it as his right? <<MCTalk "You don't want a serious relationship huh? Is that why you always rejected me?">> [[Wait for Clara's response|Clara Night8][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> <<ClaraTalk "Sure, that was one of the reasons for sure.">> <<MCTalk "What were the others?">> <<ClaraTalk "$name, I thought you were over me, with your new girlfriend, Jessica?">> <<MCTalk "I don't have any romantic feelings toward you, just curious why we didn't get together. For closure...">> <<ClaraTalk "I'm getting tired sweetie, we can talk later, let's just watch the show.">> You watch the episode as the super heroine fight against the man who looks like a fox. Normal, exciting action scenes till <i>that part</i> of the show begins... Heroine's boyfriend arrives to her place for another rough sex session. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/TV/ClaraTV.mp4"/></div> [[Put a pillow on your crouch|Clara Night8][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> <<Arousalincrease 80>><<Arousal>> You put a pillow on your crouch as a small tent forms. You don't want <clara>Clara</clara> to see it as she sits down next to you. <<ClaraTalk "These scenes are so good, they made it so realistic. Right $name?">> <<MCTalk "Yeah, but why? What do they add to the series?">> <<ClaraTalk "Sex sells, and these scenes give this show a huge popularity. People love seeing big black man fucking small girls. The contrast is what makes people tick.">> <mc><i>Why is she talking about these stuff...</i></mc> <<MCTalk "Hmm, okay, sure.">> <<ClaraTalk "Don't tell me you are not enjoying watching this.">> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/TV/ClaraTV2.mp4"/></div> You are too distracted by the erotic scene in front of you. She is getting pinned down and getting pounded. Grabbing the sheets and his arms for support as the big black man gives it to her. Suddenly <clara>Clara</clara> takes your pillow away. <<ClaraTalk "I knew you were enjoying it as much as I do.">> You are buffled by her actions and try to cover your small tent with your hands. <<MCTalk "Hey it's a sex scene and I'm a healthy 18 year old man, of course I enjoy it!">> <<ClaraTalk "Yeah 18 year old white boys love these kinds of scenes, it is all natural.">> There is a sinister tone in her voice as she teases you but thankfully the episode is over. <<link[[You blush and deflect.|Clara Night8]]>><<set $claranight8firstchoice to 1>><<set $p to 4>><</link>> <<link[[You tease her back.|Clara Night8]]>><<set $claranight8firstchoice to 2>><<set $p to 4>><</link>> <<link[[You react honestly and show your vulnerability.|Clara Night8]]>><<set $claranight8firstchoice to 3>><<set $p to 4>><</link>> <<link[[Try to change the subject.|Clara Night8]]>><<set $claranight8firstchoice to 4>><<set $p to 4>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 4>> <<if $claranight8firstchoice eq 1>> <<MCTalk "I-I don’t know what you’re talking about, Clara. It’s just a show…">> Your cheeks feel hot as you fumble for words, trying to downplay your obvious reaction. You shift uncomfortably, hoping <clara>Clara</clara> doesn’t press further. <<ClaraTalk "Aw, look at you! All flustered like a little kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar. You’re adorable, $name.">> Her teasing tone makes your face burn even more. You look away, pretending to focus on the now-finished credits rolling on the screen. <<MCTalk "Anyway, uh, thanks for the company, Clara. I should get some sleep now… Classes tomorrow, you know.">> <<ClaraTalk "Sure thing, sweetie. Sweet dreams—don’t let those wild scenes keep you up too late.">> She winks as you grab your things and practically bolt out of the room. <<elseif $claranight8firstchoice eq 2>> <<MCTalk "Well, it’s not like you’re looking away either, Clara. Seems like you’re enjoying it as much as I am.">> You muster a smirk, hoping to turn the tables on her teasing. <<ClaraTalk "Oh, bold today, are we? I like it when you show some spine, $name.">> She leans in closer, her voice dropping to a playful murmur. <<ClaraTalk "But let’s be real, sweetie—you’re the one with the tent in your pants, not me.">> Her words hit you like a freight train, and your confidence wavers for a moment. <<MCTalk "Okay, okay, you got me. It’s a good scene, all right? No need to rub it in.">> <<ClaraTalk "Oh, I’m not rubbing anything… yet.">> She laughs, clearly enjoying your flustered expression. <<MCTalk "Well, I should probably go before you come up with more ways to mess with me. Good night, Clara.">> <<ClaraTalk "Night, $name. And hey, next time, don’t be such a prude, huh?">> As you head to your room, you can’t help but feel both thrilled and embarrassed by how the exchange played out. <<elseif $claranight8firstchoice eq 3>> <<MCTalk "I can’t help it, Clara… It’s just… so intense…">> You glance at her, your voice barely above a whisper. You feel exposed, but the words spill out before you can stop them. <<ClaraTalk "Wow, you’re really into this, huh?">> Her teasing shifts into something sharper, more knowing. She leans back, watching you squirm. <<ClaraTalk "I bet you’re imagining watching her in real life, aren’t you? Watching a stud fuck a girl's brain out...">> Your breath catches as her words strike a nerve you didn’t even realize was there. <<MCTalk "I don’t know… No…">> You look away, unable to meet her gaze. <<ClaraTalk "Well, good luck with those thoughts, $name. Sweet dreams—hope they’re as intense as the scene.">> She chuckles, her voice dripping with amusement, and heads to her room. <<elseif $claranight8firstchoice eq 4>> <<MCTalk "Anyway, the action scenes were cool. That fox guy was badass, don’t you think?">> You force a grin, trying to steer the conversation away from your obvious embarrassment. <<ClaraTalk "Oh sure, let’s talk about foxes instead of what’s pitching a tent in your pants.">> Her sarcastic tone makes you cringe, but you hold onto the subject change for dear life. <<MCTalk "Right, uh, so… His powers were pretty awesome. The way he—">> <<ClaraTalk "Okay, okay, fine. Fox guy was cool. But come on, $name, don’t think I didn’t notice.">> She smirks, clearly amused by your attempt to dodge. <<MCTalk "Well, anyway, I should probably get to bed. Long day tomorrow.">> <<ClaraTalk "Sure, sure. Sleep tight, $name. Try not to dream about foxes—or anything else.">> You retreat to your room, feeling like you barely escaped <clara>Clara's</clara> relentless teasing. <</if>> You are so horny after <clara>Clara's</clara> teasing, the hardcore sex scene in the show and with the cover photo of <darius>Darius'</darius> album. You lay on your bed and open your Swiftgram and look for <darius>Darius</darius>. Soon you find his profile. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Profiles/Darius1.jpg" height=600></div> Your already erect dick gets harder as you see the muscular body of <darius>Darius</darius> and his big bulge in his boxers. A month ago getting horny by looking at a man's selfie would make you feel ashamed and bother you, now, it feels more natural... You can understand why <clara>Clara</clara> is fucking this man and never fucked you... You scroll down and you see the album release from two days ago while trying to zoom into the girl's ass you <b>like</b> the photo! <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Profiles/Darius3.png" height=600></div> <mc><i>Shit! Shit! Shit!</i></mc> You quickly unlike the photo, hoping he won't get the notification. <mc><i>He is already mad at me, I cannot get on his radar before the gym tomorrow. Shit!</i></mc> You check the next photo of the album's release and see the white blonde looking at the camera, her ass almost all visible in her thong bodysuit. Her hands on <darius>Darius'</darius> abs as she leans to her. The contrast is clear... <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Darius Album2.jpg" height=600></div> [[Scroll down|Clara Night8][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Profiles/Darius2.jpg" height=600></div> You see another photo with another hot girl in tiny lingerie, next to huge <darius>Darius</darius>. Even when he is fully clothed you can see how well built he is... You realize you are slowly rubbing your dick under your $panties. Then <darius>Darius</darius> texts you! [[Go to messages|Clara Night8][$p=6]] <<elseif $p eq 6>> <<DariusTalk "Liked the album huh?">> You don't dare to text him back after your last confrontation with him. <<DariusTalk "Or do you just love to see me with sexy girls?">> He has a point, you are starting to normalize seeing him with sexy ladies... <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Darius Text8.jpg" height=600></div> <<DariusTalk "Try not to focus solely on my big black cock, if you can.">> <mc><i>Shit, this is the girl from the cover, she is so sexy!</i></mc> Your focus quickly shifts to <darius>Darius'</darius> cock, you don't even try to fight it this time... It looks bigger than her head, she could use three hands to jerk that cock if she could... <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Darius Text9.jpg" height=600></div> You start to rub your $panties faster with the next image! <darius>Darius</darius> fucking this blonde PAWG is too much! Your mind goes to your last date with <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, how you also "fucked" her in doggystyle. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Comiccon/ComicconSex7.jpg" height=600></div> The image in your mind and the photo in front of your eyes are two totally seperate phenomenons. Even with only a photo from <darius>Darius</darius> you know these two acts of sex feel so different for the girls... Your mind is running with thoughts of <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and <darius>Darius</darius>, and you cannot hold it in anymore. And for a second your mind conjures an image of a blonde <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, having sex with Darius! <<link[[You focus on the cock in your imagination.|Clara Night8]]>><<set $claranight8secondchoice to 1>><<set $p to 7>><</link>> <<link[[You focus on Jessica's pleasure.|Clara Night8]]>><<set $claranight8secondchoice to 2>><<set $p to 7>><</link>> <<link[[You focus on your inadequacy.|Clara Night8]]>><<set $claranight8secondchoice to 3>><<set $p to 7>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 7>> <<if $claranight8secondchoice eq 1>><<set $bbcinterest +=1>> The image in your mind sharpens, honing in on the massive cock dominating the scene. Blonde <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> body is wrapped around <darius>Darius</darius>, trembling with anticipation as his thick shaft stretches her in ways you can only imagine. <mc><i>That size... That power. How could I ever compete?</i></mc> Your hand moves faster as you picture every detail: the way his veins throb, the way Jessica’s small frame struggles to handle him, her blonde hair cascading down her back. You zoom in mentally on him, not her—the sheer size, the stark contrast, the overwhelming dominance he exudes. <mc><i>This is what a real man looks like... No wonder she’d lose herself to him.</i></mc> The thought consumes you, and as you imagine <jessica>Jessica</jessica> crying out his name, you shudder violently, your release washing over you in a wave of raw desire. Your body still trembles from the release, but as the waves of pleasure subside, a cold, sinking feeling settles in. <mc><i>What’s wrong with me? Why did I let myself go there? She’s with me... and I’m fantasizing about her with him. How could I even think that way?</i></mc> <<elseif $claranight8secondchoice eq 2>><<set $MCcuck +=1>> You can’t tear your thoughts away from Jessica’s face in your imagination—her pleasure, her ecstasy. Blonde <jessica>Jessica</jessica> arches her back, her eyes rolling back as she clutches <darius>Darius</darius>’ broad shoulders, moaning louder than you’ve ever heard. <mc><i>She’s so happy... She’s never felt this with me.</i></mc> Your grip tightens as you picture her body completely consumed by his, her cries of joy filling the room. You see yourself standing in the corner, watching helplessly but mesmerized by how he gives her something you never could. <mc><i>This is what she deserves... To be fully satisfied, to feel complete.</i></mc> The idea of <jessica>Jessica</jessica> being overwhelmed with pleasure sends you spiraling. Your body tenses as you climax hard, shaking with the thought of her ultimate happiness. Your orgasm fades, but the confusion doesn’t. It lingers like a heavy cloud in your mind. <mc><i>Why did that feel so good? Why does it turn me on thinking about her with him? What kind of person am I?</i></mc> <<elseif $claranight8secondchoice eq 3>><<set $sub +=1>> The vision shifts as you zero in on your own feelings. Blonde <jessica>Jessica</jessica> is radiant and satisfied, her body glowing as <darius>Darius</darius> claims her completely. You imagine kneeling at their feet, unable to measure up, your role reduced to servitude. <mc><i>I’m so small compared to him… so weak. This is how it should be.</i></mc> Your hand speeds up as you imagine offering yourself to them—not as her lover, but as her support, her servant, her audience. You picture <darius>Darius</darius> smirking down at you, his dominance undeniable as <jessica>Jessica</jessica> clings to him. <mc><i>I could never satisfy her like he can. All I can do is submit...</i></mc> The overwhelming thrill of surrender breaks you. You climax intensely, trembling at the thought of giving yourself entirely to their dynamic. After your orgasm subsides, your mind clears, and reality crashes down on you. Your chest feels tight, your heart racing with guilt. <mc><i>What did I just do? I let myself get off to that. To him. To them... Why? Why did I get off to imagining her with someone else?</i></mc> <</if>> As you get ready to sleep you take your phone to set the alarm. There's one more text from <darius>Darius</darius>. <<DariusTalk "I remember how you snitched on me to Nicole, white boy. We'll have a serious talk tomorrow.">> <mc><i>Shit, I hope he doesn't try to attack me again. There's no way I can defend myself against him. Should I just skip gym tomorrow?</i></mc> <<link[[Get in your bed|My Room]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $claraquest to 8>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> You leave your classroom, walking briskly towards the courtyard. Anxiety churns in your stomach as you second-guess your decision to go to the gym. Suddenly, a familiar voice echoes down the corridor behind you. <<DariusTalk "Yo, look who it is. The pretty boy. Where do you think you're going, huh?">> You glance back and see <darius>Darius</darius>. Panic sets in, and you quicken your pace, but he's much faster. In a few strides, he catches up and blocks your path. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Darius.jpg" height=500></div> <<MCTalk "I'm just heading to the courtyard, Darius. Please, let me pass.">> <<DariusTalk "You're a joke, you little sissy. You think you can snitch on me without facing the consequences?">> <<MCTalk "I-I'm sorry, but you choked me...">> <darius>Darius</darius> steps closer, forcing you to retreat until your back hits the wall. He plants his right hand on the wall beside your head, trapping you. Fear grips you as you realize there's no escape. He towers over you, his presence overwhelming. You feel so small, so insignificant next to him... <<DariusTalk "I'm sure you enjoyed it, you little sissy bitch, just like you enjoy looking at my huge black cock.">> A mix of emotions surges through you. You're terrified, unsure of what <darius>Darius</darius> will do next. Yet, the helplessness, the stark contrast between his imposing figure and your own frailty, stirs something else inside you—a strange, confusing sense of arousal. <<Arousalincrease 10>><<Arousal>> His eyes bore into yours, a cruel smirk playing on his lips as he revels in your fear and confusion. <<MCTalk "Please, Darius... I didn't mean to...">> <<DariusTalk "Shut up. You're gonna regret ever messing with me.">> He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear, and you shiver, caught between dread and an inexplicable attraction. The hallway feels like it's closing in on you, and all you can focus on is <darius>Darius</darius>. <<set $stress +=25>><<Stress>> [[A man shouts from the far end of the corridor|Darius2][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> <<AndreTalk "What's going on over there?">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/MrBrown2.jpg" height=500></div> Upon hearing <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> voice, <darius>Darius</darius> takes a step back immediately. He has a look of surprise and slight fear crossing his face. <<DariusTalk "N-nothing Mr. Brown, sir. We were just having a little chat with $name.">> <<AndreTalk "It doesn't look like a friendly chat to me. Both of you, come with me.">> <<DariusTalk "But sir...">> <<AndreTalk "Silence Darius.">> The tension in the air dissipates as <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> authoritative tone leaves no room for argument. You and <darius>Darius</darius> follow <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> to his office. Your heart is pounding, relieved to have been saved from the imminent danger. [[Go to Mr. Brown's office.|Darius2][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> You arrive to <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> office without a word coming out of your mouth. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> points the chair outside his office. <<AndreTalk "$name, wait there. I will talk with Darius first.">> You take a seat on the chair in the hallway, your mind racing with the events that just transpired. <mc><i>What would happen if Mr. Brown didn't arrive? Why did I get aroused near Darius so much?</i></mc> You try to listen in the office, trying to focus on any sounds you can hear, but nothing. You don't hear even one word. As you wait you try to relax but after feeling so threatened you cannot calm your nerves. Minutes pass with your anxious thoughts. <mc><i>Will I get into trouble too? I didn't do anything but what if Mr. Brown doesn't think that? What if Darius convinces him, that guy is manipulative...</i></mc> The door opens and they both leave the office. <<DariusTalk "$name. I want to apologize for my transgressions to you. I will not try to bully you in any physical form and I will not ever touch you without your consent. I hope you can forgive my actions.">> You look at <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> who has a content look on his face. <<MCTalk "Uhmm, thank you for your apology. I hope it doesn't happen again.">> <<AndreTalk "Oh, it won't, ever!">> <<DariusTalk "Yes Mr. Brown. Can I leave now?">> <<AndreTalk "You can, $name, into my office, now.">> [[Go into Mr. Brown's office.|Darius2][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> places a firm hand on your back, guiding you into his office with a sense of control and authority. You follow, your legs feeling weak and your heart still racing from the confrontation. As you step inside, you can't help but notice how well-designed and expensive the room looks. Even his room at the college is exquisite, emitting a sense of power and sophistication. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> closes the door behind you and gestures you to sit down. <<AndreTalk "Sit down, $name. Take a deep breath.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/NervousMC.jpg"></div> You sit down, your hands trembling slightly. <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> commanding presence is both comforting and intimidating. He takes a seat opposite you, leaning forward slightly. <<AndreTalk "Are you okay? That must have been frightening.">> <<MCTalk "Yes, it was. Thank you for stepping in.">> <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> intense gaze softens a bit, and he reaches out, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. <<AndreTalk "You're safe now. No one will hurt you while I'm around.">> <mc><i>His touch... it's so warm, so strong. Why does this make me feel safe and... something else?</i></mc> You feel a strange mix of emotions—relief, gratitude, and an undeniable attraction. The warmth of <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> hand on your shoulder sends a shiver down your spine. You look up into <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> eyes, feeling both vulnerable and protected. The memory of seeing <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> at the pool, his powerful physique, and the image of him in those boxer briefs flashes through your mind... <<Arousalincrease 30>><<Arousal>> [[Talk with Mr. Brown.|Darius2][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> <<AndreTalk "It's natural to feel shaken after something like that. But remember, you're stronger than you think. And you don't have to face these things alone.">> <<MCTalk "Thank you. I... I really appreciate it.">> <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> grip on your shoulder tightens slightly, a gesture of both support and control. <<AndreTalk "You're a good boy, $name. Don't let anyone make you feel otherwise. And if you ever need someone to talk to, someone to lean on, my door is always open.">> <<MCTalk "Thank you Mr. Brown.">> <<AndreTalk "You don't have to call me Mr. Brown everytime $name. <b>Sir</b> is good enough.">> <<MCTalk "Okay... Sir.">> <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> gets up, opens the fridge in his office and pours you a glass of cold water. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/MrBrown4.jpg"></div> [[Take the water|Darius2][$p=6]] <<elseif $p eq 6>> You try to calm down, drinking the water. <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> words and attitude helped you calm down but the adrenaline from the confrontation is still coursing through your veins. As you drink your glass of water <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> sits down at his comfy chair. You put the glass on the table and walk towards your former seat. Suddenly, a gust of wind blows through the open window, slamming it shut with a loud bang. You jump, startled, your heart racing. You try to hasten to your seat but you lose your balance. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> acting quickly, pulls you onto his <i>lap</i> to steady you. <<AndreTalk "It’s okay, it’s just the wind. You’re safe.">> You, now sitting on <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> lap, feel the strong, reassuring presence of <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> body beneath you. You take a few deep breaths, trying to calm your racing heart. The unexpected physical closeness brings a strange mix of comfort and heightened <i>awareness</i>. <<MCTalk "I’m sorry, I just… I got scared.">> <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> places his hand on your lower back, slowly rubbing your back to soothe you. <<AndreTalk "There’s nothing to apologize for. It’s natural to be scared after what you’ve been through.">> <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> voice is calm and soothing, and his touch is firm yet comforting. You feel your muscles slowly relax as your body rests against <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> chest. His hands grab your side waist, holding you in place. The initial shock of the noise and the confrontation starts to fade, replaced by a sense of safety. As you start to calm down you start to realize the growing erection of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> pressing against you. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/MrBrown5.jpg" height=500></div> <mc><i>This feels so wrong but so good. Why am I reacting like this? What would Jessica think if she saw me like this? She has Mr Brown’s attention at work. I could never be like him—strong, confident, and... impressive...</i></mc> <<AndreTalk "You don’t always have to be strong, $name. Sometimes it’s okay to lean on someone else.">> You nod, your breathing evening out. You feel a strange but reassuring sense of security in <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> arms, a feeling you haven’t experienced before. As you begin to calm down, you become more aware of your intimate position, your cheeks flushing. The feeling of <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> big bulge against you send a confusing mix of emotions through your mind. <mc><i>I feel so safe here, but also so exposed. I’ve never felt this way with anyone, not even with Jessica. Jessica... I bet she would want to be in my place now...</i></mc> <<Arousalincrease 40>><<Arousal>> <<link[[You instinctively sway your hips subtly.|Darius2]]>><<set $darius2choice to 1>><<set $p to 7>><</link>> <<if $bbcinterest lt 12>><<link[[Get off Mr. Brown's lap.|Darius2]]>><<set $darius2choice to 2>><<set $p to 7>><</link>><</if>> <<elseif $p eq 7>> <<if $darius2choice eq 1>><<set $bbcinterest +=1>> As you sit sideways on <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> lap, the warmth and firmness of his thighs beneath you bring a strange sense of comfort. His hand remains steady on your lower back, grounding you. But your feet don't reach the ground as you sit on his lap. Without thinking, your body begins to shift ever so slightly. It starts as an unconscious movement—a subtle sway of your hips, as if trying to find a more comfortable position. The sensation of his hard, prominent bulge pressing against you becomes more pronounced with each small movement. Your breath catches, and your cheeks flush as a wave of heat washes over you. You dare not look up at him, but you feel his hand tighten slightly on your back, keeping you steady, firm, and in place. <mc><i>Oh my god. What am I doing? Was I…? Was I giving him a lap dance? No, no, it wasn’t on purpose. It wasn’t.</i></mc> Your cheeks burn, a mix of shame and something else entirely washing over you. You glance up, cautiously meeting <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> gaze. His expression is calm, unreadable, yet there’s a flicker of something in his eyes—a knowing glint that makes your cheeks flush. Before you can say anything, he speaks, his voice steady but carrying a faint teasing edge. <<AndreTalk "I think it’s time for you to get up now, $name.">> Mortified, you glance upward to gauge his reaction, only to find his piercing gaze already locked on you. His face is composed, calm, but the faintest glimmer of something unreadable—something knowing—flickers in his eyes. The tension between you feels almost tangible, and you freeze under his gaze, unsure of what to do. <<AndreTalk "I think it’s time for you to get up now, $name.">> His voice is smooth and steady, carrying just the faintest trace of amusement. The gentle but unmistakable command in his tone makes your stomach flip. You nod hastily, eager to escape the intensity of the moment, but as you rise, the intimacy lingers like a phantom touch. <<MCTalk "Thank you, Mr... uhmm Sir. I… I don’t know what I would have done without you.">> <<AndreTalk "You’re welcome, $name. And remember, you can always count on me.">> As you step off his lap, a small part of you already misses the weight of his hand on your back. But then, your eyes drop instinctively, and you catch sight of the unmistakable outline of his bulge, straining against his pants. Your breath catches, and your cheeks burn hotter than ever as you quickly avert your gaze. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/MrBrown3.jpg" height=500></div> <mc><i>He’s so… big. No wonder Jessica finds him attractive. Her eyes were so focused on his bulge, getting her bikini visibly wet… How could I ever compete with him?</i></mc> The thought stirs an uncomfortable mix of jealousy, insecurity, and an unnameable thrill. Despite yourself, you steal another glance, your eyes drawn to the prominent outline. It’s undeniable now, and your mind can’t help but fixate on the sheer size of him. When your gaze finally drifts upward, your heart skips a beat. His eyes are already on you, his expression cool but edged with that same knowing look. The faint curve of his lips is enough to send your embarrassment into overdrive. You quickly look away, your heart pounding in your chest. <mc><i>What is wrong with me? Why couldn't I stop looking?</i></mc> The moment feels endless, but the tension finally breaks as he steps back slightly, allowing you to compose yourself. <<elseif $darius2choice eq 2>> <<MCTalk "Thank you, Mr... uhmm Sir. I… I don’t know what I would have done without you.">> <<AndreTalk "You’re welcome, $name. And remember, you can always count on me.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/MrBrown3.jpg" height=500></div> As you get up you can't help but glance down, catching a sight of <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> impressive bulge straining against his pants. Your eyes widen, and you quickly avert your gaze, a deep blush spreading across your cheeks. <mc><i>He’s so... big. No wonder Jessica finds him attractive. Her eyes were so focused on his bulge, getting her bikini visibly wet... How could I ever compete with him?</i></mc> You steal one more glance at <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, savoring the look of his impressive cock outline. As your gaze shift upwards your eyes meet with <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre>, who is watching you with a knowing smile. You quickly look away, feeling both embarrassed and intrigued. <</if>><<set $stress -=50>><<Stress>> [[It is time for you to leave|Darius2][$p=8]] <<elseif $p eq 8>> <<AndreTalk "$name, as you can imagine I have classes to prepare for. Let me escort you out.">> <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> walks with you to the door of his office, guiding you with his hand on your lower back. Warmth and firmness of his hand, his <b>control</b> over your walking pace sends a shiver thorugh your back. Before you can reach the door with a swift move he makes you turn to him. With a firm yet gentle hand, he straightens your top and adjusts your collar. The proximity and <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> meticulous care send another shiver through you... <<MCTalk "Sir, why are you so nice to me?">> You can sense he wasn't expecting this question at all. He seems momentarily lost in a memory before recomposing himself. <<AndreTalk "You... remind me of someone. From my youth. Someone I lo...">> He trails off. You never saw <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> like this, losing his composure. Under all his charisma, authority, appeal; you sense a feeling of sadness in him. Making him more human to you, more attractive... The physical closeness, combined with <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> protective presence and the unexpected sexual tension, leaves a lasting impression on you, deepening your burgeoning feelings of attraction and admiration for <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. [[Leave his office|Darius2][$p=9]] <<elseif $p eq 9>> As you leave <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> office, your mind races with conflicting emotions. The memory of his touch, his words, and the sadness in his eyes lingers with you. You find a quiet spot on campus and sit down, trying to sort through your feelings. <mc><i>Why does he have this effect on me? His presence is so commanding, yet there's a softness beneath it. I felt... safe with him, but also something more. Arousal for sure, I cannot deny it anymore... Attraction? Admiration? Both? Even Darius got scared of him, obeyed him without question. Mr. Brown is definitely alpha of any pack... His control, his dominance... it’s overwhelming, mesmerizing. How does he command such respect and fear?</i></mc> You recall <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and the way she looks at <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. You still feel jealous but you are starting to understand her attraction... <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> sees something in you, something that reminds him of someone he once loved. This connection, however brief and mysterious, feels significant. <mc><i>What did he mean? Who do I remind him of? And why does that make me feel... special? </i></mc> Today has been tiring for you with all these emotions running rampant. You try to focus, not to think of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> but your mind is <i>filled</i> with thoughts of him for minutes... <mc><i>I can't stop thinking about him. <b>Sir</b> and <b>Ma'am</b> have so much power over me...</i></mc> <<link[[You leave the college more confused than ever.|Gym]]>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Mr. Brown Cafe.jpg"></div> You step into the local cafe your eyes immediately spot <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> seated at a table near the window. They are laughing and chatting, clearly enjoying their time together. You feel a pang of jealousy seeing them so comfortable and happy in each other's company. <mc><i>They look like they're having so much fun. Do they always get along this well?</i></mc> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> notices you and waves you over with a bright smile. <<JessicaTalk "$name, come join us!">> <<AndreTalk "Yes, $name, have a seat. We were just discussing some interesting cases.">> You hesitate for a moment, trying to process what is happening. You can’t help but notice how <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> casual yet stylish attire makes him look effortlessly attractive. <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, as usual, looks beautiful and radiant, her laughter filling the air. Standing next to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, her frame looks even smaller and more delicate. You realize next to both of them, your frame is much more similar to <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> than to <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre>. <mc><i>Jessica and I look so small next to him. Why do I feel so inadequate?</i></mc> [[Mr. Brown brings a third chair|JessicaDate6][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> effortlessly carries a chair and puts it down for you. You sit next to them. They are facing each other and you are sitting facing the window. <<AndreTalk "So, as I was telling Jessica, this particular case has a fascinating precedent...">> You try to listen but your mind keeps drifting to how well <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> seem to get along. Every now and then, they exchange a look or a laugh that makes your heart tighten with jealousy. <mc><i>Why do I feel like a third wheel? They seem so close. I feel so small and insignificant next to Mr. Brown. He’s so confident and... perfect.</i></mc> <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> playful comments and teasing make <jessica>Jessica</jessica> giggle, and you can't help but notice the ease with which they interact. <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> hand brushes against <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> as he gestures, making your jealousy and anxiety flare up even more. <mc><i>She looks so happy with him. Does she enjoy his company more than mine? I can't help but compare... my petite frame, my size, everything. Why am I not enough?</i></mc> <<link[[Stay quiet and observe.|JessicaDate6]]>><<set $p to 3>><<set $jessicadate6firstchoice to 1>><</link>> <<link[[Try to steer the conversation.|JessicaDate6]]>><<set $p to 3>><<set $jessicadate6firstchoice to 2>><</link>> <<link[[Playfully tease Jessica.|JessicaDate6]]>><<set $p to 3>><<set $jessicadate6firstchoice to 3>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 3>> <<if $jessicadate6firstchoice eq 1>> You remain silent, feeling small and unsure of how to contribute. The dynamic between <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> pulls you in, a mix of fascination and jealousy keeping you transfixed. <mc><i>They’re so at ease with each other. It’s like I’m not even here.</i></mc> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> leans in slightly, her smile wide as Mr. Brown recounts a story. You notice how his deep voice commands attention and how <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> laughter rings out like a bell. <mc><i>She looks... so engaged with him. Does she laugh like that with me? Why does this feel so different?</i></mc> Before you can sink further into your thoughts, <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> shifts his gaze to you. <<elseif $jessicadate6firstchoice eq 2>> Determined to assert yourself, you clear your throat and jump into the conversation. <<MCTalk "That sounds interesting, Mr. Brown, but I actually think Jessica would love hearing about... uh, that thing we talked about last week.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> tilts her head, curious. <<JessicaTalk "What thing, $name?">> You stumble over your words, struggling to recapture the attention. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> smoothly cuts in, his tone warm but commanding. <<AndreTalk "Oh, I’m sure Jessica would enjoy that, but let me finish this story first.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> nods, her attention snapping back to Mr. Brown. You sink back into your seat, feeling the weight of your failed attempt. <mc><i>Why can’t I keep up with him? He’s just so... effortless.</i></mc> <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> glances at you, his eyes sharp but kind, and addresses you directly. <<elseif $jessicadate6firstchoice eq 3>> You decide to inject some levity into the conversation, hoping to ease the growing tension you feel. <<MCTalk "Jessica, you’re going to laugh so hard that you spill your drink again, just like last week.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> giggles and rolls her eyes, swatting at your arm. <<JessicaTalk "Oh, stop it, $name! That was ONE time.">> <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> chuckles, his deep voice adding to the moment’s warmth. <<AndreTalk "Now that’s a story I’d like to hear. But Jessica doesn’t seem like the type to lose composure, does she?">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> blushes slightly, glancing at <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> with a playful smile. <<JessicaTalk "Well, I can be clumsy sometimes. But I’m not that bad, right?">> Their shared look lingers a moment too long, making your heart sink despite the laughter. You force a smile but feel your spirits dip as you realize how easily Mr. Brown commands her attention. <mc><i>I tried to lighten the mood, but even when she’s laughing with me, it feels like he’s the one really connecting with her. Why do I feel so... out of place?</i></mc> <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> shifts his gaze to you, his smile warm but with a weight behind it that you can’t quite place. <</if>> <<AndreTalk "You know, $name, Jessica speaks very highly of you. It’s clear you mean a lot to her.">> You blush feeling flustered by the compliment and the intensity of <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> gaze, it reminds you of your last interaction... <<MCTalk "Uhm, thanks Mr. Brown.">> <<AndreTalk "What did we talk about this $name?">> <<MCTalk "Yeah, sorry. Thank you sir.">> <<JessicaTalk "Oh, when did you two talk $name, you never mentioned it.">> <<AndreTalk "$name here had a little trouble at college, I just helped him a bit. No big deal Jessica.">> <<JessicaTalk "Thank you Mr. Brown, you are so kind and helpful to everyone.">> <mc><i>Why does he have to be so nice? It’s making this so much harder... His presence makes me feel even more insecure.</i></mc> <<JessicaTalk "We should get going, $name. We have a date, remember?">> [[Get up|JessicaDate6][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> You get up, feeling a mix of relief and lingering jealousy. You say your goodbyes to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. <mc><i>He’s so confident and charming. I feel like I’m fading into the background. Jessica... does she feel this way about him? Am I just imagining things? </i></mc> As you leave the cafe you cannot help but glance back to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. You can see his gaze is on your and <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> butts' level. The interaction leaves you feeling confused and insecure, but also even more drawn to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. Your insecurities about your petite body and <i>size</i> seem magnified, making the contrast between yourself and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> even more pronounced. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date11.jpg" height=600></div> <mc><i>Was he checking Jessica out? Was he checking <b>me</b> out? </i></mc> [[Leave the cafe with Jessica|JessicaDate6][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> You leave the cafe with <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, your thoughts swirling with confusion and jealousy. Despite your attempts to focus on your upcoming date, you can’t shake the image of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> together. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> notices your distraction and squeezes your hand gently. <<JessicaTalk "Hey, you okay? You seem a bit off.">> You force a smile and nod. <<MCTalk "Yeah, just a lot on my mind.">> <<JessicaTalk "Well, let's go have some fun and take your mind off things. How about we grab a drink?">> You agree, hoping a few drinks might help clear your head and ease your worries. [[Head to a bar for drinks|JessicaDate6][$p=6]] <<elseif $p eq 6>> At the bar, the atmosphere is lively, with music playing and people chatting all around. You and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> find a cozy booth in the corner. She orders her favorite cocktail for both of you, trying to relax and enjoy the evening. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date12.jpg" ></div> <<JessicaTalk "$name, we need to talk.">> You can see the tension in her eyes, the way she fidgets with her drink. <<JessicaTalk "I've been feeling... frustrated lately.">> You nod, feeling the weight of her words. <<MCTalk "I know, Jess. I've noticed. I'm sorry. I don't know what to do.">> She takes a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly. <<JessicaTalk "It's not just you, $name. It's us. I need more. I need to feel... satisfied.">> Your heart sinks, knowing exactly what she means but feeling helpless to fix it. <<MCTalk "I want to make you happy, Jess. I really do.">> She reaches out, taking your hand. <<JessicaTalk "I believe you, $name. But we need to find a way.">> You nod, trying to muster some confidence. <<MCTalk "We'll figure it out together. I promise.">> <mc><i>She's right, we need to find a way. Jessica deserves to feel fulfilled, and I'm failing her. But what if I can't give her what she needs? What if she leaves me? This frustration is eating at both of us.</i></mc> You try to relax, but your mind keeps drifting back to <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> frustration and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and the way he looked at you and <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. The drinks help a bit, though the underlying tension remains. [[Finish your drinks and head to Jessica's apartment|JessicaDate6][$p=7]] <<elseif $p eq 7>> You are on your way to <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> apartment. Tension is in the air and your performance anxiety is rapidly rising. You see a familiar car in front of <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> apartment. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/WilliamCar.jpg" height=600></div> <<JessicaTalk "Damn it, Gianna didn't notify me about this.">> <<MCTalk "Oh, your roommate's secret boyfriend is here huh?">> <<JessicaTalk "Yeah, and she doesn't want me or anyone else at home when she brings him home.">> <<MCTalk "Why don't they go to his place, he must be rich as a dragon.">> <<JessicaTalk "Dragon? Seriously? Anyway, I think he likes this secrecy and excitement.">> <<MCTalk "Secrecy, with a multi million car in front of the apartment?">> <<JessicaTalk "So I think our date ends here.">> <<set $williamMC to 0>><<set $williamjess to 0>> <<link[[Offer to go to Jessica's place anyway|JessicaDate6]]>><<set $p to 8>><</link>> <<link[[Offer to take Jessica to your place for the very first time|JessicaDate6]]>><<set $p to 9>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 8>><<set $williamMC to 1>><<set $williamjess to 1>> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and you quietly ascend the stairs to her apartment. She slowly opens the door, and you both tiptoe inside, trying to remain unnoticed. As you make your way towards <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> room, you hear muffled sounds coming from the living room. You peer inside and are shocked by what you see. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Gianna2.jpg" height=600></div> Her roommate, <gianna>Gianna</gianna>, is on her knees, blindfolded, servicing a white man who looks to be in his fifties. You can't see his face clearly due to his position and <gianna>Gianna's</gianna> blindfold forbids her seeing you. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> tugs at your arm, signaling you to retreat as you quickly and silently leave the apartment. <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> <<link[[Bring Jessica to your apartment|JessicaDate6]]>><<set $p to 9>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 9>> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and you arrive at your place for the first time. <<if $williamMC eq 1>>The encounter you witnessed at Jessica's apartment lingers in your mind. Who was that guy, and what kind of relationship do they have?<</if>> You lead <jessica>Jessica</jessica> into the living room. [[Go to the living room with Jessica.|JessicaDate6][$p=10]] <<elseif $p eq 10>> You take <jessica>Jessica</jessica> to the living room. <clara>Clara</clara> is wearing a tight crop top without a bra and blue short shorts, showing off her toned physique. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date13.jpg" height=600></div> <<ClaraTalk "Hi $name, wow, who is this? Don't tell me she is your girlfriend!">> You blush a bit, your former crush got impressed by your current girlfriend and it feels good. <<MCTalk "Uh, yeah, Clara, this is Jessica.">> <<JessicaTalk "Nice to meet you, Clara. $name has told me about you.">> <<ClaraTalk "All good things, I hope.">> <<JessicaTalk "We can say that, so are you seeing anyone?">> <<ClaraTalk "Well I have a friend with benefits. His name is Darius. We've got a good thing going.">> <mc><i>Mr. Brown scared the shit out of your Darius.</i></mc> <<ClaraTalk "He’s quite the man. You know, I’ve always had a thing for athletic black guys. They really know how to satisfy a woman.">> You feel a pang of jealousy, mixed with a sense of inadequacy. <<set $stress +=10>><<Stress>><clara>Clara's</clara> words hit a sore spot, making you painfully aware of your own insecurities. You glance at <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, hoping she doesn't take <clara>Clara's</clara> comment to heart. <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, on the other hand, looks intrigued by <clara>Clara's</clara> words. Her eyes widen slightly, and you can see a flicker of curiosity mixed with something else—maybe doubt? <<JessicaTalk "Is it about the athleticism or something more?">> <<ClaraTalk "A bit of both. There's just something about them that drives me wild. They take control, make you feel things you didn't know you could feel.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> bites her lip, clearly intrigued by <clara>Clara's</clara> response. You notice her shifting uncomfortably, and for the first time, you see a hint of worry in her eyes—worry that perhaps she’s missing out on something. <<JessicaTalk "Sounds like you know what you like, Clara.">> <<ClaraTalk "Absolutely. And what about you, Jessica? What do you like about $name?">> <<JessicaTalk "He’s kind and thoughtful. I really feel safe and loved with him.">> <<ClaraTalk "That’s important. But don’t forget, a bit of excitement never hurts. Oh, Jessica, did $name tell you he had a crush on me for four years?">> <<JessicaTalk "All four years?">> <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> eyes widen in surprise, a mix of curiosity and jealousy flashing across her face. Now it's <jessica>Jessica</jessica> who's feeling insecure and worried. <<ClaraTalk "It's true. Poor guy was head over heels. But, you know, even back then I was dreaming to be together men like Darius. Too bad I didn't get what I wanted in our town...">> <<MCTalk "Uhmm, alright then. We better get to my room, right Jess?">> <<JessicaTalk "Sure baby, let's go.">> [[Get up from the sofa.|JessicaDate6][$p=11]] <<elseif $p eq 11>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date14.jpg" height=600></div> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> casts a lingering look at <clara>Clara</clara>, clearly taking in her toned body and confident demeanor. You can sense <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> jealousy simmering just beneath the surface. <mc><i>Why did Clara have to bring that up? Jessica looks so tense now. And why the fuck did she talk about "black athletic men" like that? Fuck!</i></mc> You both head to your room, closing the door behind you. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> crosses her arms, looking slightly flustered. <<JessicaTalk "Wow, I wasn't expecting your roommate to be so... hot.">> <<MCTalk "Uhmm, are you jealous?">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> hesitates, her eyes darting to the floor. <<JessicaTalk "Maybe a little. I mean, she's stunning and so confident. And you get to see her everyday half naked like this...">> You can see the vulnerability in her eyes, the doubt that's crept in. You lean in, brushing a soft kiss on her lips. <<MCTalk "Jess, Clara's just a roommate now. You're my world.">> <<JessicaTalk "I just... I want to make sure we're both happy. That we're both satisfied.">> <<MCTalk "We will be, Jess. We just need to communicate, to be open with each other about what we want and need.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> nods and rests her head on your shoulder, sighing softly. <<JessicaTalk "So, since we're alone now... What do you say we make the most of it?">> [[Go to your bed with Jessica.|JessicaDate6][$p=12]] <<elseif $p eq 12>> You both move to the bed, and after a few moments of tender kisses, things heat up. You feel a rush of excitement and nervousness as you undress each other. You try to focus on the moment, on making <jessica>Jessica</jessica> feel good, but the anxiety gnaws at you. <mc><i>I want this to be perfect. I want to make her feel amazing.</i></mc> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaSex19.jpg" height=500></div> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> holds your small dick with her two fingers, rest of them on your balls. She gives sensual licks to the tip of your dick. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaSex20.jpg" height=500></div> She lets go of your dick, to not overstimulate you and starts to suck your dick head slowly, sensually. <<Arousalincrease 30>><<Arousal>> [[Jessica climbs on top of you.|JessicaDate6][$p=13]] <<elseif $p eq 13>> She climbs on top of you, starts to slowly ride you... <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaSex22.jpg" height=500></div> You look up and see your lovely girlfriend on top of you, her beautiful breasts push together as she uses her arms to leverage support from your hairless, flat chest. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaSex21.jpg" height=500></div> [[Despite your best efforts, it happens again. In just two minutes, you find yourself climaxing, unable to hold back...|JessicaDate6][$p=14]] <<elseif $p eq 14>> You feel a wave of shame and frustration wash over you as you finish too soon. You roll over, panting, trying to catch your breath. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> lies beside you, her expression unreadable. You can see the disappointment in her eyes, though she tries to mask it. She doesn't say anything neither do you. You feel a lump in your throat. You wish you could be better for her, make her feel the way she deserves to feel. As you lie there, trying to find the right words to apologize, you hear something from the next room. <b>Moans.</b> Loud, unabashed moans coming from <clara>Clara's</clara> room. You recognize <clara>Clara's</clara> voice, and it's clear she's with someone, having a very different experience than you just did. The bed creaks rhythmically, and <clara>Clara's</clara> moans grow louder and more intense. <<ClaraTalk "Oh my God, you’re so perfect Darius!">> <mc><i>Oh no... not now.</i></mc> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> stiffens beside you, and you can see her eyes widen as she listens. The sounds of <clara>Clara's</clara> wild, uninhibited sex fill the room, a stark contrast to the brief, unsatisfying encounter you just had. <clara>Clara's</clara> moans reach a fever pitch, and you hear her cry out in ecstasy, her voice echoing through the thin walls. <<ClaraTalk "You make me come so hard every time! Give me that <b>big black cock!</b>">> <mc><i>Why did she had to use those words... When I have Jess over...</i></mc> <<Arousalincrease 30>><<Arousal>> You feel a deep sense of inadequacy wash over you.<jessica>Jessica's</jessica> eyes are fixed on the ceiling, her expression a mix of curiosity and discomfort. You can't help but imagine what she's thinking, hearing the clear evidence of what a woman can experience with a capable partner. <mc><i>She must be thinking about how different it is. How Clara is having multiple orgasms while I can't even last long enough to give Jessica one.</i></mc> [[Cuddle Jessica|JessicaDate6][$p=15]] <<elseif $p eq 15>> You pull <jessica>Jessica</jessica> closer, trying to offer some comfort, but the sounds from the next room continue, unabated. The contrast between your two sex lives is painfully clear, and you can't shake the feeling of jealousy and frustration. <<set $stress +=20>><<Stress>> <mc><i>I wish I could make her feel like that. I wish I could be enough for her. I have to apologize. She deserves better.</i></mc> <<MCTalk "I'm really sorry, Jess. I know I should last longer...">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> sighs, and then, unable to hold back, she responds. <<JessicaTalk "I don't think it's only about the duration...uhmm, forget it.">> You feel a stab of pain at her words, but before you can respond, the sounds from <clara>Clara's</clara> room intensify. <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> breath quickens, and you see her biting her lip, trying and failing to hide her arousal. Her hand starts to move down her body, landing at her crouch and breast. <<MCTalk "Jess, what are you doing?">> Your voice a mixture of surprise and confusion. She looks at you, her eyes dark with desire. <<JessicaTalk "I can’t help it. Hearing her… it’s driving me crazy.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Masturbation.jpg" height=600></div> You watch, feeling a mix of jealousy and arousal as she begins to touch herself, her fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles. You feel a surge of inadequacy and shame, knowing that the sounds from the next room are turning her on more than you could. Reluctantly, you join her, your hand moving to your own body. You feel awkward and self-conscious, but the sight of <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, her back arching in pleasure, spurs you on. <mc><i>This feels so wrong, but I can’t stop. I want to make her feel good, even if it’s like this.</i></mc> [[You start to masturbate together|JessicaDate6][$p=16]] <<elseif $p eq 16>> The moans from <clara>Clara's</clara> room grow louder, and you can hear the deep, rhythmic grunts of the man with her. You imagine <darius>Darius</darius> giving <clara>Clara</clara> the kind of pleasure you can’t. The thought sends a wave of jealousy and frustration through you. <<ClaraTalk "Fuck your little bitch with that huge black cock, make me your fucktoy!">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Masturbation2.jpg" height=600></div> <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> breathing becomes ragged, and you can see she’s close. <<JessicaTalk "Oh, God, $name, I’m going to… I’m going to…">> And then she does... Her body shudders with a powerful orgasm, her cries mingling with the sounds from the next room. <<link[[You feel a pang of jealousy as you imagine Darius giving her more.|JessicaDate6]]>><<set $p to 17>><<set $jessicadate6secondchoice to 1>><</link>> <<link[[You feel ashamed but aroused by her pleasure.|JessicaDate6]]>><<set $p to 17>><<set $jessicadate6secondchoice to 2>><</link>> <<link[[You feel like you don’t deserve Jessica.|JessicaDate6]]>><<set $p to 17>><<set $jessicadate6secondchoice to 3>><</link>> <<link[[You imagine Clara and Darius as you hear their moans.|JessicaDate6]]>><<set $p to 17>><<set $jessicadate6secondchoice to 4>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 17>> <<if $jessicadate6secondchoice eq 1>><<set $sub +=1>><<set $bbcinterest +=2>><<set $MCcuck +=3>><<set $stress +=10>><<Stress>> <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> body arches as her orgasm overtakes her, her cries mingling with the heated sounds from <clara>Clara's</clara> room. A pang of jealousy shoots through you, unbidden. <mc><i>Darius could give her more. He could make her feel things I never could. What if she’s thinking about him right now?</i></mc> You try to shake the thought, but the image of <darius>Darius'</darius> towering frame and confident demeanor fills your mind. Your jealousy twists into an unsettling mix of shame and arousal. You feel smaller, more inadequate, as <jessica>Jessica</jessica> shudders beside you, lost in her ecstasy. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamJessica6.mp4"/></div> Her pleasure pushes you to your own climax, though it feels hollow. As you both collapse onto the bed, you wrap your arms around her, holding her close as her breathing slows. <mc><i>She deserves someone who can truly satisfy her. But I can’t let her go. I have to be enough—somehow.</i></mc> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> murmurs softly, her voice drowsy. <<JessicaTalk "That was nice, $name.">> You bury your face in her hair, trying to savor the moment, even as your thoughts churn with jealousy and inadequacy. <<elseif $jessicadate6secondchoice eq 2>><<set $sub +=2>><<set $bbcinterest +=1>><<set $MCcuck +=1>><<set $stress +=30>><<Stress>> <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> moans reach a crescendo, and you watch her body quake as she’s consumed by her orgasm. Her pleasure is mesmerizing, undeniable. Yet a sharp pang of shame slices through your chest. <mc><i>Why does it feel so good to see her like this? I didn’t do this—this wasn’t because of me.</i></mc> Her flushed cheeks, her parted lips, the way her hands grip the sheets—all of it ignites something inside you, even as guilt gnaws at the edges of your mind. You touch yourself hesitantly, feeling the dual pull of pride in her pleasure and the deep-seated inadequacy of not being enough. You finish moments after she does, your climax tinged with bittersweet emotions. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> turns to you, her body warm and soft against yours as you pull her close. <<JessicaTalk "You’re so sweet, $name. I love this side of you.">> Her words should soothe you, but instead, they amplify your self-doubt. <mc><i>She’s happy, but is it enough? Am I enough?</i></mc> <<elseif $jessicadate6secondchoice eq 3>><<set $sub +=3>><<set $bbcinterest +=1>><<set $MCcuck +=1>><<set $stress +=30>><<Stress>> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> collapses beside you, her body trembling from the intensity of her orgasm. You can’t stop staring at her, her flushed face glowing with satisfaction. But instead of pride, a heavy weight settles in your chest. <mc><i>She’s amazing. Perfect. And me? I’m just... not. She deserves someone stronger, someone better. Not someone who gets lost in his own head like this.</i></mc> The thought consumes you as you try to touch yourself, your movements mechanical and guilt-ridden. Even as the pleasure builds, it feels undeserved, wrong. You can’t help but think of all the ways you fall short, and how someone else—someone like <darius>Darius</darius>—could give her everything you can’t. Despite the gnawing self-doubt, your body betrays you, and you climax soon after her. You hold her close as she snuggles into your chest, her satisfied sigh echoing in your ears. <<JessicaTalk "You’re so good to me, $name. Thank you.">> Her words feel like a bittersweet balm, easing your guilt but also deepening your belief that she deserves better. <<elseif $jessicadate6secondchoice eq 4>><<set $sub +=1>><<set $bbcinterest +=3>><<set $MCcuck +=2>><<set $stress +=10>><<Stress>> <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> orgasm sends ripples of pleasure through her body, her cries mixing with the unrelenting sounds from <clara>Clara's</clara> room. The deep, guttural tones of <darius>Darius</darius> and <clara>Clara's</clara> wild pleasure spark an unwelcome image in your mind: <clara>Clara</clara>, your old crush, writhing beneath <darius>Darius</darius>, her cries as loud and uninhibited as Jessica’s. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DaydreamClara2.jpg" height=500></div> <mc><i>Clara never saw me like that. She probably never even considered me. And now... Darius is giving her everything I never could.</i></mc> The thought fuels an unsettling mix of jealousy, humiliation, and arousal. You try to focus on <jessica>Jessica</jessica> beside you, but your mind keeps drifting to the scene next door. The idea of <clara>Clara</clara> and <darius>Darius</darius> together, their bodies intertwined, feels too vivid, too real. Jessica’s pleasure is infectious, though, and you soon reach your own climax, the conflicting emotions swirling in your chest. As you hold <jessica>Jessica</jessica> close, the vivid images from the other room linger in your mind, adding a strange intensity to the moment. <<JessicaTalk "That was amazing, $name. I feel so relaxed now.">> You kiss her hair, your grip tightening around her, even as your thoughts betray you. <mc><i>Why does it feel like I’m losing something I never even had?</i></mc> <</if>> As you lie there, holding <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, you wonder how long it will be before she realizes what you already know: that you might never be enough for her. <<link[[Cuddle and sleep with Jessica|JessicaDate6]]>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $p to 18>><<set $arousal to 0>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 18>> In your sleep you hear the moans of a girl, the voice is familar but the moans are not! As you get closer to the voices you see a huge black man on top of a white girl. Fucking her senseless, her moans so high your ears are ringing. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaDarius2.mp4"/></div> As you get closer you realize the man is <darius>Darius</darius>. As you get closer you realize the moaning, the screaming, the sound of joy is coming from <jessica>your girlfriend, Jessica</jessica>. The sight is unbearable. You want to look away, but you can't. You watch as <jessica>Jessica</jessica> writhes under <darius>Darius</darius>, her cries of ecstasy filling the air. You feel a knot of jealousy and helplessness tighten in his chest. [[Wake up with panic!|JessicaDate6][$p=19]] <<elseif $p eq 19>> You wake up with your heart pounding, your breath coming in shallow gaps. The bed is empty, no sight of <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. Panic surges through you as you notice the bedroom door is ajar. You check your phone: it’s early in the morning but you still have an hour to sleep before your class. Anxiety grows in you, the nightmare is still fresh in your mind. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date15.jpg"></div> <mc><i>Where is Jess? Did she leave me already?</i></mc> <<set $stress +=10>><<Stress>> You get up, your body feels heavy with sleep and dread. You head into the corridor. [[Go to the corridor|JessicaDate6][$p=20]] <<elseif $p eq 20>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date16.jpg" height=600></div> As you poke your head out of your room for a glimpse you see <jessica>Jessica</jessica> in her underwear, walking in the corridor. Sleepy and slightly disoriented with anxiety you move much slower than usual. By the time you can focus your attention there is no one in the corridor. The apartment is silent except for the distant sound of running water. You move toward the bathroom, the door closed, the shower running inside. You hear a man’s voice singing, the deep, resonant sound unmistakably <darius>Darius</darius>. <<set $stress +=10>><<Stress>> <mc><i>No, she wouldn’t… would she?</i></mc> In a state of panic, you imagine <jessica>Jessica</jessica> in there with <darius>Darius</darius>, just like in your dream. The jealousy and anxiety about her being with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> or <darius>Darius</darius> flood back, overwhelming you. [[Driven by fear, you open the bathroom door.|JessicaDate6][$p=21]] <<elseif $p eq 21>> Inside, you are met with the sight of <darius>Darius</darius>, alone and naked. He is just stepping outside the shower, his huge muscular body is glistening with dripping water. His impressive big black cock is in full view. Your eyes are drawn to it, unable to look away, the size and presence of it making a lasting impression on you, again. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Darius Shower.mp4"/></div> <<DariusTalk "You love looking at my black cock don't you? You little sissy.">> <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> You stammer, trying to form words, but nothing coherent comes out. Your face burns with embarrassment and shame. <darius>Darius</darius> chuckles, taking a step closer to you, his towering presence making you feel even smaller. <<DariusTalk "I bet you wish you had something like this, huh? That way Clara wouldn't reject your sorry lil white dick.">> He gestures to his impressive member, the teasing clear in his voice. You swallow hard, feeling a mix of humiliation, an unsettling sense of awe and arousal... <<MCTalk "I-I didn’t mean to… I just…">> <<DariusTalk "It’s not like you could compete anyway, right? Clara needs a real man to satisfy her.">> His words cut deep, each one a reminder of your insecurities. You can't help but feel inadequate, your mind flashing back to the sounds of <clara>Clara's</clara> passionate cries and the disappointment at <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> eyes after your brief encounter. <mc><i>He’s right. How could I ever compete with someone like him?</i></mc> [[Darius continues to taunt you.|JessicaDate6][$p=22]] <<elseif $p eq 22>> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Darius Shower2.mp4"/></div> <<DariusTalk "You are lucky Mr. Brown saved you the other day. But do you think he can stop me from fucking your roommate, or your girlfriend? Clara told me about her, pretty hot girl she said, Jessica right?">> You feel a surge of panic. <<set $stress +=30>><<Stress>> <<MCTalk "Jessica has nothing to do with this...">> <<DariusTalk "If she's anything like Clara, she's probably craving a real man. Maybe I should introduce myself.">> You can't take it anymore. You quickly leave the bathroom, your heart pounding in your chest. The image of <darius>Darius'</darius> massive body and his taunts replay in your mind as you head back to your room. [[Get in your room|JessicaDate6][$p=23]] <<elseif $p eq 23>> When you get back to bed, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> is lying there, looking peaceful and unaware of the turmoil you just experienced. She opens her eyes slightly, giving you a sleepy smile. <<JessicaTalk "I went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Everything okay babe?">> You try to act cool and force a smile. <<MCTalk "Yeah, everything’s fine baby, go to sleep.">> You climb back into bed, laying next to <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, but sleep doesn’t come. Instead, your mind is a whirlwind of thoughts. <clara>Clara</clara> and <darius>Darius</darius>, their loud, passionate sex still ringing in your ears. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, the subtle hints and your own insecurities painting a vivid picture of what might be happening behind your back. <mc><i>What if she realizes I’m not enough? What if she starts looking for someone like Darius or Mr. Brown? Someone who can give her what she needs?</i></mc> <<set $stress +=10>><<Stress>> The hour ticks by slowly, each minute filled with your restless thoughts. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> sleeps peacefully next to you, oblivious to the storm inside your head. You feel a deep sense of inadequacy, wondering how long you can keep pretending to be enough for her. The fear of losing her, of her finding someone who truly satisfies her, is a constant, gnawing presence. [[Try to push these thoughts away|JessicaDate6][$p=24]] <<elseif $p eq 24>> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Darius Shower3.mp4"/></div> Images of <darius>Darius'</darius> member come unbidden to your mind. <darius>Darius</darius> had sent photos of his sexual exploits to you before, teasing and taunting you, but you had never seen his huge, thick, impressive cock this close in real life. The sight of it, glistening with water, was seared into your memory. <mc><i>How can I ever compete with that? No wonder Clara wants him. No wonder Jessica might, too.</i></mc> You recall the way he bragged about his "conquests", his confidence and dominance. Seeing him in person so closely only made it worse, the reality far more imposing than any picture. You had seen his cock before but he was so away in <clara>Clara's</clara> room... <mc><i>What if Jessica is curious? What if she starts thinking about what it would be like with someone like him?</i></mc> The thought makes your heart race with anxiety. You turn to look at <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, her face serene and peaceful in sleep. You wonder if she dreams of something more, something you can't provide. The images of <darius>Darius</darius> with <clara>Clara</clara> flash again, her loud moans and cries of pleasure a stark contrast to the brief, unsatisfying encounter you just had with <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. <mc><i>I can’t lose her. I have to find a way to be enough for her.</i></mc> You take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. The fear and jealousy gnaw at you, but the exhaustion from the night finally starts to take its toll. Your thoughts, though still troubled, begin to blur as sleep slowly claims you. As you drift off, you hold <jessica>Jessica</jessica> a little tighter, hoping that in the morning, things will feel less overwhelming. [[Go to sleep again.|JessicaDate6][$p=25]] <<elseif $p eq 25>> The morning light filters through the curtains, gently waking you. You blink, disoriented for a moment, then remember the events of the night before. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> stirs beside you, stretching and yawning. <<JessicaTalk "Morning, sleepyhead. We need to get going or we’ll be late for class.">> You nod, still feeling the weight of your worries but trying to push them aside. You both quickly get dressed, the usual morning routine feeling rushed. <<JessicaTalk "See you on Friday, at Mr. Brown's villa babe. He invited us there again, I think we are the new regulars at his pool.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> leaves your room, fully dressed before you can fully get awake. <<link[[Start your day!|My Room]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $jessicaquest to 6>><<set $claraquest to 9>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>><<set $sidemenu to 1>> You feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. <<NicoleTalk "You ready for your first yoga class, honey?">> <<MCTalk "I think so...">> <nicole>Nicole</nicole> hands you a small bag. <<NicoleTalk "Here, go ahead and change in the locker room. I picked out an outfit for you that I think you'll love.">> You head to the locker room and open the bag. Inside, you find a pair of sleek, black leggings and a matching sporty top that cuts off just above your waist, exposing your midriff. You hesitantly try them on, feeling the smooth fabric hug your legs and torso. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/MCGym5.jpg" height=600></div> To your surprise, you actually like how they feel against your skin. You glance in the mirror and take in your reflection. The fabric hugs your legs and torso in all the right ways. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and pause, admiring how the leggings accentuate your slender legs and firm, round butt. The top shows off your toned midsection. <mc><i>Wow, I look... really good. Almost like I belong in these.</i></mc> With a small boost of confidence, you step out of the locker room and [[head to the yoga studio.|Gym7][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> You step out of the locker room, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. As you enter the yoga studio, you’re greeted by a stunning blonde with piercing blue eyes. She’s crazy fit, with a body that looks like it was sculpted from marble, and her large, silicone breasts are impossible to ignore. <<LilyTalk "Hey there! You must be $name, Nicole told me you were joining us today. I'm Lily, the instructor.">> <lily>Lily's</lily> voice is smooth and welcoming, instantly putting you at ease. <<LilyTalk "Don't worry, you'll fit right in. Just follow my lead, and if you need any help, let me know.">> You nod, feeling a bit more at ease as you find a spot in the back. The other girls in the class, all dressed in tight leggings and sports bras, give you friendly nods and smiles as you settle in. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/MCGym6.jpg" height=600></div> As the class begins, you follow along with the stretches and poses. The leggings give you a surprising amount of flexibility, and the top feels light and breathable against your skin. You notice two girls nearby, one a brunette with a ponytail, the other a fit redhead, glancing at you with approving smiles. "<b>You're doing great, keep it up!</b>". <mc><i>They're actually being nice to me. I didn't expect that being the only man in the group...</i></mc> [[Follow Lily's lead.|Gym7][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/MCGym7.jpg" height=400></div> As the class progresses, you start to lose yourself in the flow of the movements. When <lily>Lily</lily> leads the class into Warrior pose, you feel the stretch in your legs and the strength in your core. The mirrors on the studio walls give you a full view of your form, and you can’t help but notice how good your butt looks in these leggings. <mc><i>Is that really me? My butt looks... amazing.</i></mc> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="images/City/Gym/Leggings.mp4"/></div> At one point, you adjust your leggings, pulling them up slightly to make sure they fit snugly. The action draws a few subtle glances from the girls around you, and you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror again. Your bubbly, round butt looks even more pronounced now, and you feel a surge of confidence. [[Do the next position|Gym7][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/MCGym8.jpg" height=600></div> <lily>Lily</lily> moves the class into Cobra pose, and as you arch your back and lift your chest, you feel the leggings stretch perfectly over your curves, highlighting your hips and butt even more. <mc><i>I might not have the big muscles Darius or Mr. Brown have but... I-I think I’m okay with that. My body, it feels right like this. I even feel attractive.</i></mc> <div style="text-align:center"> <img src="Images/City/Gym/MCGym9.jpg" height=600></div> By the time the class ends, you’re sweating and a bit tired, but in the best way possible. The other girls gather around you, complimenting you on how well you did: "<b>You're a natural! You should definitely come back next week.</b>". <<MCTalk "Thanks, I think I will.">> As you are about to leave you feel like you truly belong—and more than that, you feel confident and attractive. Just like how you felt in your Berido outfit at the Comic-con. <<link[[Leave the gym|City]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $sidemenu to 0>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $gymquest to 8>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> <<MCTalk "Yeah, I guess so. How are you feeling about it?">> <<JessicaTalk "It’s nice to have a place like this to relax. And Mr. Brown and Alexandra are pretty cool.">> <<MCTalk "Yeah, they are.">> You make some small talk as you walk together, the sun shining brightly above, the conversation light but your thoughts heavy with the weight of last week’s events. The memory of <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> firm touch at his office, his commanding presence, and the way he seemed to effortlessly draw you in flashes through your mind. You are sure <jessica>Jessica</jessica> feels the same pull, the same magnetic attraction. You saw how she looked at him last week, you saw how she was giggling to his every small joke. When you reach the gate, you buzz it, and after a moment, you hear <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> voice crackle through the intercom. <<AlexandraTalk "Hey, come on in, you two!">> The gate swings open, and you both step through, walking up the path towards the villa. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> is waiting for you at the entrance, her bright smile and confident stance immediately setting the tone. <<AlexandraTalk "Glad you could make it! The pool’s perfect today. You can change into your swimsuits inside.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Alexandra Pool6.jpg" height=600></div> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> is a vision of seduction, wearing a huge hat, big sunglasses, and a tiny swimsuit that leaves little to the imagination. The V-shaped black outfit showcases her full breasts, the back is a thong that accentuates her toned, wide hips, and the high heels she wears only add to her commanding presence. [[Try to keep your eyes off from her majestic curves|AndreMeet3][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> You can't help but notice <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> eyes lingering on <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, a mix of admiration and desire in her gaze. It's clear that <jessica>Jessica</jessica> finds <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> incredibly sexual, just as you do. The attraction is evident, a magnetic pull that neither of you can ignore. <<JessicaTalk "Thanks, Alexandra. We’ll go get changed.">> You both head inside, the air between you charged with unspoken tension. As you walk through the villa, you steal a glance at <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, her expression focused but with a hint of something more. You know she's thinking about <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, about her sensual presence and the effect she just had on both of you. As you change into your swimsuits, you can’t shake the feeling that today will be another test of your self-control, a challenge to navigate the growing attractions and jealousies that seem to define your interactions with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. [[Go to the pool area|AndreMeet3][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> As you walk down the stairs you meet <jessica>Jessica</jessica> again. She is wearing a thin tunic over her bikini. You cannot see her bikini or her body beside her legs, but the color of it seems different from last week's. <<JessicaTalk "Ready babe? Let’s go make the most of the day.">> <<MCTalk "Yeah, let’s do it.">> As you head back outside, the sun hits you again, and you see <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> by the pool, his presence as commanding as ever. He is wearing a red swimsuit and his muscles shine under the sunlight. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> is by his side, her confident stance and revealing outfit making it impossible to look away. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Alexandra Pool7.jpg" height=600></div> <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> <<AlexandraTalk "Jessica, you look fantastic today. Why don't we have a swim together? You didn't get to enjoy the pool last week so please join me today.">> <<JessicaTalk "I'd love that.">> As they head to the far end of the pool, <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> turns to you. <<AndreTalk "$name, how about we work on your swimming technique? Alexandra had told me you were a competitive swimmer. I have a few tips that might help.">> <mc><i>That one lie is causing me so much trouble...</i></mc> <<MCTalk "Sure, Mr... uhmm, Sir, thank you.">> <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> places a hand on your lower back, guiding you to the pool. [[Get into the pool with Mr. Brown.|AndreMeet3][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> As you step into the water, you can't help but notice how effortlessly <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> moves, his confidence and charisma radiating with every step. He starts giving you pointers, his hands on your arms, your shoulders, correcting your form. <<AndreTalk "Good, $name. You're doing great. Just relax and follow my lead.">> His voice is low and soothing. After his instructions he takes a couple of steps back in the pool, giving you the oppurtinity to take a good look at him. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Andre Pool2.jpg" height=600></div> Meanwhile, on the other side of the pool, you see <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> laughing together, their heads close as they share secrets and stories. As the lesson continues, you become acutely aware of <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> physical presence. His strong hands guide you, his voice a constant source of encouragement. You find yourself once again drawn to him. But this time both of you are only wearing swimsuits that cover only a small portion of your bodies. This proximity of your semi naked bodies, it's confusing and unsettling. <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> <mc><i>Why am I feeling this way? I should be focusing on my swimming. But all I can think about is him. And Jessica... is she attracted to him too? Is that why she sent that photo?</i></mc> [[Continue the swimming lesson.|AndreMeet3][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> The tension between you and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> is palpable. His touch lingers a little longer than necessary, his gaze intense and penetrating. You can feel your body reacting, your heart racing, your thoughts a jumble of confusion and desire. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> positions himself behind you, his hands firmly but gently guiding your arms into the proper swimming stance. As <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> body presses closer, You feel the unmistakable sensation of <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> well-endowed bulge against your lower back. The realization sends a shiver through you, a mix of nervousness and unexpected excitement. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Andre Pool5.jpg" height=300></div> <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> <mc><i>Oh my God, is that…? Focus, $name. Just focus on the swimming. But why does it feel so… good?</i></mc> <<AndreTalk "Relax your shoulders, and keep your arms straight. Like this.">> <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> hands move along your arms, demonstrating the correct motion. You follow suit, feeling a mix of admiration and excitement at <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> touch. <mc><i>His hands are so strong and sure. Why does his touch make me feel so… good?</i></mc> [[Try to distract yourself by looking at Jessica.|AndreMeet3][$p=6]] <<elseif $p eq 6>> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AndreV/AlexandraPool5.mp4"/></div> You look at <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and she is still talking with <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> but they have left the pool, chilling under the umbrella, having cold drinks. You glance back to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> seeing his encouraging smile. <mc><i>He’s so confident, so in control. I'm sure he doesn't have my worries about appearence, about sexually satisfying Alexandra... I want to be like that. Or do I just want to be with someone...</i></mc> <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> <<AndreTalk "Alright $name. If you would like, I can help you in one more position. This one will really increase your energy efficiency while swimming.">> <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> guidance becomes even more personal. He adjusts your form, your bodies occasionally brush against each other. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> holds you to help you get into the swimming posture. One of <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> hands rests on your stomach, the other on the back of your lower thigh. The intimate touch sends a jolt through you, making you hyper-aware of <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> presence and where his hands are on your naked skin. [[Mr. Brown continues to instruct you.|AndreMeet3][$p=7]] <<elseif $p eq 7>> <<AndreTalk "Let’s get you in the right position. Feel my hand on your stomach? Tighten your core.">> You tighten your core, with your attention there you can feel his warm hand in the cool water more. His other hand goes upper your thigh... <<AndreTalk "And here keep your legs steady.">> <mc><i>His touch… it’s electrifying. He is completely controlling my body, why does it feel so good... Why do I want even more?</i></mc> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Andre Pool6.jpg"></div> <<Arousalincrease 30>><<Arousal>> You can barely focus on his voice, all of your attention is on how he makes you feel. Your small dick is fully erected, hoping he won't notice it. The physical closeness and <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> authoritative yet caring demeanor start to blur the lines of your sexuality even more... He finally removes his hands from your naked skin. <<AndreTalk "You’ve got potential, $name. Don’t ever doubt yourself.">> <<link[[You stay close, unable to move.|AndreMeet3]]>><<set $p to 8>><<set $andremeet3firstchoice to 1>><</link>> <<link[[You step forward and glance back.|AndreMeet3]]>><<set $p to 8>><<set $andremeet3firstchoice to 2>><</link>> <<link[[You step backward towards Mr. Brown!|AndreMeet3]]>><<set $p to 8>><<set $andremeet3firstchoice to 3>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 8>> <<if $andremeet3firstchoice eq 1>><<set $sub +=1>> <<MCTalk "I… I just need a moment.">> You remain still, unable to take a step away. Your heart pounds, and your legs feel weak as the heat of his touch lingers. You glance up at <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, his confident expression only making you feel smaller, more submissive. <<MCTalk "Thank you, Sir… for everything.">> His gaze softens slightly, though his authoritative aura doesn’t waver. <<AndreTalk "Glad you enjoyed it. We have spent so much time in the pool, look Alexandra is already fully dry. Let's join the girls shall we?">> <<elseif $andremeet3firstchoice eq 2>> You gather your courage and take a small step forward, just enough to close the gap between you. Slowly, you glance back over your shoulder, your heart racing as your eyes meet his. His gaze is intense, but there’s a warmth in it that makes you shiver. For a moment, the world around you seems to fade, and all you can focus on is him. <<set $sub +=1>> <i>Why does he look at me like that? Like I’m… special? Noone has ever looked at me like this before. </i> You can’t help but feel a flutter in your chest, a confusing mix of admiration and something deeper you don’t quite understand. His lips curve into a faint smile, and his nod feels like a silent approval that makes your pulse race. <<AndreTalk "We have spent so much time in the pool, look Alexandra is already fully dry. Let's join the girls shall we?">> <<elseif $andremeet3firstchoice eq 3>><<set $sub +=2>><<set $bbcinterest +=3>> Without thinking, you step back, needing space to catch your breath. But instead of the cool emptiness of the water, your lower back presses against something firm—unyielding—and impossibly large. You freeze, the realization hitting you like a jolt. Your breath catches, and heat floods your body as you feel the undeniable bulge behind you. The sheer size of it makes your head spin, a stark contrast to your own smaller size. <mc><i>Oh god… Is that really him? How can it be so…</i></mc> Your body trembles as you remain frozen, trapped in this electrifying moment. His deep, warm chuckle vibrates through you, the sound making your arousal spike even more. <<AndreTalk "Careful now $name. The pool can play tricks on your footing.">> His hand lightly grazes your shoulder, steadying you, and the sheer dominance in his casual touch sends a shiver down your spine. You step forward quickly, but the sensation lingers—the memory of his overwhelming size against your skin and the effortless way he holds control over you. <<Arousalincrease 30>><<Arousal>> Your small dick is throbbing under the water, making it impossible to focus on anything but him. The moment loops in your mind, his size, his strength… his power over you. Your face burns, and you know you’re more aroused than ever before. <<AndreTalk "We have spent so much time in the pool, look Alexandra is already fully dry. Let's join the girls shall we?">> As you step out of the pool, your foot slips on the wet tiles. You yelp softly, your body pitching forward as you lose balance. Before you can hit the ground, <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> moves with startling speed, his strong arms catching you mid-fall. But as you flail for balance, your hand lands against him—right against the front of his shorts. The heat radiates through the damp fabric, and your fingers involuntarily press into his bulge, feeling its size and shape for the first time. It’s massive, firm, and undeniable. The sheer size fills your thoughts, making your own small, throbbing erection feel almost insignificant in comparison. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Andre Pool3.jpg" height=500></div> <i>Oh my god... Am I really touching it? I didn’t mean to... but...</i> <<Arousalincrease 50>><<Arousal>> You freeze, your hand still resting there, your fingers curling slightly before you realize what you’re doing. A surge of panic and arousal floods you as your face burns hotter than ever. <<AndreTalk "Careful now, you seem a bit unsteady today, $name.">> <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> says, his voice smooth and steady, though there’s a teasing edge to his tone. His grip remains firm on your waist as he gently steadies you upright, his calm composure only heightening your embarrassment. You pull your hand back quickly, your entire body trembling from the accidental intimacy of the moment. <<MCTalk "Th-thank you, Sir.">> You stammer, your voice barely above a whisper as you avoid his eyes. His hand finds your lower back as he leads you toward the chairs, the light pressure of his touch grounding you yet leaving you feeling smaller and more vulnerable than ever. <<AndreTalk " Let’s go join the girls.">> His smirk faint but unmistakable. It feels like he knows exactly what you’re thinking—and exactly how flustered you are. Your heart pounds as the memory of his size lingers in your mind, sending a fresh wave of heat through your body. You’ve never felt anything like this before, and you don’t know how to make it stop—or if you even want to. <</if>> <<if $andremeet3firstchoice neq 3 and $bbcinterest gte 10>> You stand up, still dripping from the pool, and step out carefully. But the wet tiles are slick under your feet, and before you can steady yourself, you slip. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> is there immediately, his strong arms wrapping around you in an almost effortless motion. Your hands instinctively grab for stability, but one lands squarely on his shorts, directly over his bulge. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Andre Pool3.jpg" height=500></div> It feels massive, even through the fabric, and your fingers linger for a split second longer than they should. Heat floods your face as you realize what you’re touching, but the sheer size and firmness leave you frozen in place. <<set $bbcinterest +=1>> <i>Oh my God... He’s so big. How does someone even…?</i> <<Arousalincrease 30>><<Arousal>> <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> grip tightens briefly, steadying you, and he lets out a soft, knowing chuckle. <<AndreTalk "Careful now.">> His tone is deep and calm, but there’s a flicker of something in his eyes—amusement, perhaps, or maybe something more. You can barely meet his gaze as he helps you stand upright again. His hand stays on your lower back as he guides you back to the chairs, the warmth of his touch sending shivers down your spine. <<AndreTalk "You’ve got to watch your footing, $name. Let’s go join the girls.">> <<elseif $andremeet3firstchoice neq 3 and $bbcinterest lt 10>> You step out of the pool, but the slick tiles betray you, and your foot slips. You gasp as you fall, but <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> moves quickly, catching you with ease. His hands are strong and steady, holding you upright as you struggle to find your footing. Instinctively, you reach out, but your hand brushes his shorts—just briefly. The contact is accidental, but the firmness you feel under the fabric sends a jolt of awareness through you. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Andre Pool3.jpg" height=500></div><<set $bbcinterest +=1>> <i>Did I just…? No, it was nothing… right?</i> <<Arousalincrease 30>><<Arousal>> Your face flushes, but <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> doesn’t seem fazed. His calm expression is unreadable, and he steadies you as if nothing had happened. <<AndreTalk "Watch your step.">> You mutter an embarrassed “thank you” as he helps you to the chairs, his hand on your back guiding you with quiet authority. The moment lingers in your mind, though—brief, but charged in a way you don’t quite understand. <<AndreTalk "You’ve got to watch your footing, $name. Let’s go join the girls.">> <</if>> [[Join the girls.|AndreMeet3][$p=9]] <<elseif $p eq 9>> As you and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> walk back to the poolside, you notice how much time has passed since you first entered the water. The sun is now higher in the sky, casting a warm glow over everything. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> are lounging on the poolside chairs, sipping on drinks, and chatting comfortably. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> seems more relaxed than usual, her laughter light and genuine as she talks with <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. As you get close to them both of them look at your direction for a second and stop talking you can’t quite shake the feeling that something is off. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> guides you to an empty chair next to him, his hand still on your lower back, the warmth of his touch lingering even as you sit down. You catch a glimpse of <jessica>Jessica</jessica> glancing your way, her eyes flicking between you and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. She focuses on <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> hand on your lower back before returning to her conversation with <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> but they have lost their relaxed attitude after your arrival. There’s something in her expression, something you can’t quite place. <<AlexandraTalk "So, $name, how was your swimming lesson with Andre?">> <<MCTalk "It was... intense. Mr. Brown really knows his stuff.">> You try to keep your voice steady, but the lingering effects of the lesson—both physical and emotional—are hard to shake off. <<AndreTalk "You did great, $name. Just keep practicing, and you’ll see even more improvement.">> [[Jessica, meanwhile, stands up, stretching her body before heading back to the pool.|AndreMeet3][$p=10]] <<elseif $p eq 10>> <<JessicaTalk "I think I’ll take another dip. The water’s too nice to pass up.">> She glances at <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> as she says this, her eyes lingering on him a moment longer than usual. The way she stretches, arching her back and pushing her chest forward, doesn’t go unnoticed by you—or by <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. You can’t help but feel a pang of jealousy mixed with something else, something darker and more complicated. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> leans back in her chair, watching <jessica>Jessica</jessica> head to the pool. She turns her attention to you, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. <<AlexandraTalk "You look tense, $name. Still thinking about your swimming lesson?">> Her voice is playful, almost mocking. You try to shake off the unease, but it clings to you, heavy like the heat of the sun. You are sitting in a lounge chair between <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, their presence a magnetic force that pulls at your senses, making your heart race. <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> commanding aura wraps around you, a constant reminder of his power, while <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> constant teasing feels like a game you’re not quite sure how to play. Sitting between them, you can’t help but feel the tension—an invisible thread binding you to their every move. <<MCTalk "I guess… I just have a lot on my mind.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Jessica Swimwear5.jpg" height=600></div> Your eyes drift to <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, who’s now gracefully swimming across the pool, her movements slow and deliberate, making sure not to get her hair wet. [[Keep watching your girlfriend.|AndreMeet3][$p=11]] <<elseif $p eq 11>> After a few laps, she stops at the edge near <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, leaning against the pool wall in a way that pushes her chest forward, her yellow bikini accentuating her curves. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Jessica Swimwear6.jpg" height=600></div> <<AlexandraTalk "It’s okay to be a little distracted. She’s quite the sight, isn’t she?">> <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> words catch you off guard. You glance at her, and she’s still smirking, her eyes glinting with amusement. <<MCTalk "What do you mean?">> <<AlexandraTalk "Oh, you know… it’s natural to be curious. She’s your girlfriend, after all. But I see the way you’re watching her… and him.">> Her words make your heart race, a mix of fear and excitement building inside you. You turn back to <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, who’s now leaning her arms on the pool’s edge, pushing her butt slightly out of the water, giving <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> a perfect view of her bikini-thonged ass. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Jessica Swimwear7.jpg" height=600></div> <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> stands up, his gaze fixed on <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, and walks over to the pool’s edge. You can’t tear your eyes away as <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> kneels down beside her, his large frame towering over her petite form. [[Watch Mr. Brown and Jessica.|AndreMeet3][$p=12]] <<elseif $p eq 12>> As <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> moves, his broad, muscular back blocks your view of <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. All you can see now are the powerful contours of his shoulders and back, every muscle defined and intimidating. He’s so big, so imposing, that <jessica>Jessica</jessica> almost disappears behind him, leaving you with nothing but the sight of <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> body, so close to her, so dominant. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Andre Pool4.jpg" height=600></div> <<AlexandraTalk "It’s okay to feel a little jealous, you know. But maybe… you’re feeling something else too?">> Her voice is soft but insistent, and you can feel her words burrowing into your mind, making you question everything. <<MCTalk "I don’t know what you’re talking about…">> You try to keep your voice steady, but it’s no use. The sight of <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> together, so close and intimate, is stirring something deep inside you. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> hand brushes against your arm, a fleeting touch that sends a shiver down your spine. Your eyes dart back to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, who’s now leaning in closer to <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. The jealousy bubbling inside you begins to morph—into arousal, confusion, a desperate need to understand what’s happening between them. [[To your surprise, Alexandra comforts you.|AndreMeet3][$p=13]] <<elseif $p eq 13>> <<AlexandraTalk "Relax, $name. They’re just talking, right?">> Her words are light, almost casual, but they linger in your mind as you watch <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> continue their conversation by the pool. The tension in your chest grows, but you try push it down, trying to focus on what <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> is saying. She leans in slightly, her voice soft and reassuring, drawing your attention away from the scene before you. <<AlexandraTalk "You’ve got nothing to worry about.">> Her smile warm but with an undertone that’s hard to place—comforting yet unsettling. You want to believe her, but the uneasy feeling lingers, bothering at the back of your mind. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> finally return from the pool, breaking the spell. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> picks up her towel, drying herself off with slow, deliberate movements that draw your eyes despite your best efforts to look away. The scene between them was just a conversation—nothing more. Yet, the tension remains, simmering just beneath the surface, leaving you feeling more unsettled than before. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Jessica Swimwear8.jpg" height=600></div> [[The morning comes to an end|AndreMeet3][$p=14]] <<elseif $p eq 14>> <<AlexandraTalk "Dear $name, don’t you have an upcoming shift at my cafe?">> Her words snap you back to reality. You nod, trying to steady your thoughts. <<MCTalk "Uhmm, yes Ma'am. I should get going now. Will you join me, Jess?">> <<JessicaTalk "Nah, I think I’ll stay for a while, if it’s okay with you, Mr. Brown?">> <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> glances at you briefly before turning his attention to <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. <<AndreTalk "Of course, Jessica. Stay as long as you like.">> There’s a casualness in his tone that makes you feel even more out of place. You hesitate, unsure if you should say something more, but <jessica>Jessica</jessica> doesn’t even look your way. <<MCTalk "Alright, see you later then.">> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AndreV/AlexandraPool6.mp4"/></div> You mumble your farewell, gathering your things quickly. As you walk through the villa, the sound of their voices fades behind you, but the weight of the moment lingers. You take a look back to see what they are doing, but in your brief gaze you only get to see the sexy back of <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. <<link[[Go to the bus station|Bus Terminal]]>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $p to 1>><<set $andrequest to 3>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> You've been on edge all day. You can't shake off the incomprehensible arousal that surged through you when you saw them so close, almost naked in their swimsuits. It was as if their connection, their proximity, was a magnet, pulling you into a confusing mix of emotions that you couldn't fully grasp. <mc><i>Why did it turn me on so much? Seeing them together like that… I shouldn't feel this way.</i></mc> The unsettling truth gnaws at you—how aroused you were by watching <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> interact. The thought of it keeps looping in your mind, an itch you can’t scratch. <mc><i>I can’t get over this… I need to understand why I felt like that.</i></mc> In an attempt to make sense of your feelings, you decide to watch something you’ve avoided before—a specific type of hentai. Maybe, just maybe, it will help you untangle the confusing emotions swirling inside you. You remove your clothes, only leaving your $panties on. [[You lay on your bed and open your laptop, your heart racing as you do.|Gaming5][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> Your heart races, your fingers hover over the keyboard for a moment, and then you search for <jessica>Zara</jessica> and <andre>Bargon</andre>. You try to steady your breath, but the anticipation is overwhelming. <mc><i>Why am I doing this? I shouldn’t want to see this, but…</i></mc> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Laptop/ZeldaHentai12.png" height=500></div> With a few clicks, you find the video, and the screen fills with the animated scene. Your eyes widen as you see <jessica>Zara</jessica>, her voluptuous body seated on the lap of Bargon, the massive, dark-skinned character whose size and dominance are impossible to ignore. One of his hands firmly grasps her breast, while the other explores her wet pussy. The sheer contrast between their sizes and the way Bargon handles <jessica>Zara</jessica> sends a jolt of arousal through you, something you can't quite understand or control. Your mind goes back to <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> office, where you sat on his lap, on his huge bulge... <<Arousalincrease 50>><<Arousal>> <mc><i>This is so wrong… but why does it feel so… intense?</i></mc> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Laptop/ZeldaHentai3.mp4"/></div> You feel a tightening in your chest as you continue browsing the videos. Now you see <jessica>Zara</jessica> on her knees, her mouth working on <andre>Bargon's</andre> dark balls, sucking them while slowly playing with his cock. <andre>Bargon's</andre> presence is so overwhelming, so powerful, that it makes <jessica>Zara</jessica> seem small, almost insignificant in comparison. Her movements are deliberate, almost eager, and the sight makes your breath hitch. The way she looks up at him, the way she positions her ass to give him a view, it all reminds you too much of how <jessica>Jessica</jessica> flirted with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. The thought of that moment at the pool resurfaces, and it mixes with what you’re seeing now, confusing you even more. <mc><i>She’s completely under his control… just like how I felt at the pool with Mr. Brown...</i></mc> [[Keep Browsing|Gaming5][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Laptop/ZeldaHentai4.mp4"/></div> You click to the next video, where <jessica>Zara</jessica> is still giving a blowjob to <andre>Bargon</andre>, but now he’s filming her with his phone, capturing every angle. A mirror in the background reflects her submissive position and reveals her thong-clad butt. She’s giving herself over completely. <andre>Bargon</andre> places his hand on her head, guiding her, and she complies without hesitation. The image burns itself into your mind, even as a part of you wants to look away. <mc><i>Why is this turning me on so much? It’s like… I’m seeing something I shouldn’t, but I can’t stop.</i></mc> <<Arousalincrease 50>><<Arousal>> [[Keep Browsing|Gaming5][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Laptop/ZeldaHentai5.mp4"/></div> Finally, the last video starts, and it’s the one that hits you the hardest. <andre>Bargon</andre> and <jessica>Zara</jessica> are engaged in hardcore doggystyle sex, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that makes your head spin. But what really catches your attention is the figure in the left—<mc>Zink</mc>, the character you've identified with for so long, is watching them closely, his tiny dick is in his hand, almost invisibe in the video. He is jerking off to <jessica>Zara</jessica> getting her ass clapped by <andre>Bargon</andre>... The look of joy and arousal on his face mirrors something deep within you, something you’ve been trying to ignore. <mc><i>Zink… that’s me…</i></mc> <<set $MCcuck +=1>> You feel a surge of conflicting emotions—arousal, shame, confusion—as you watch <mc>Zink</mc>. He is willingly watching the scene unfolds before him. The intensity of the moment becomes too much, and before you know it, you release the tension that’s been building inside you all day. You cum not once, but twice, the experience overwhelming you in a way you never expected. [[Post-nut Clarity hits again|Gaming5][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> <<set $arousal to 0>> <mc><i>What have I just done? Why did this affect me so much?</i></mc> As you lay back, catching your breath, the weight of what you’ve just watched and how it made you feel settles on you. The arousal, the jealousy, the confusing emotions—they all mix together, leaving you more conflicted than ever. But deep down, a part of you knows that you’ve just uncovered something about yourself that you can’t easily put back. <<link[[Prepare to Sleep|My Room][$p=1]]>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/Brooke2.jpg" height=500></div> You meet with <brooke>Brooke</brooke> at the park, she again wears a tight athletic outfit. You go by the lake and feed some ducks, then <brooke>Brooke</brooke> invites you to her home for a private conversation. You arrive at her home and sit in her kitchen, she makes lemonade for you. <<BrookeTalk "You know, $name, I've been thinking a lot about my future. The money from Swiftgram is good, but it's not enough if I want to really make it big. I mean really big money.">> <<MCTalk "What do you mean? You're already doing great. Your followers are increasing rapidly, and last week you were the primary model at that shoot.">> <<BrookeTalk "Have you ever heard of NaughtyFans?">> <<MCTalk "NaughtyFans?">> <<BrookeTalk "It's this platform where girls—well, not just girls, but mostly—can post... more revealing content. Nipples, full nudity, mesh underwear even more risqué photos. Some people even do porn there. And the money... it's serious. Like, ten times what I'm making now. If you get a good following...">> <<MCTalk "Brooke, please don't tell me you're thinking about doing porn.">> <<BrookeTalk "What? No I'm not. But what if I could make more money by just offering slightly <i>naughtier</i> content for paid followers.">> [[You're shocked she's even considering this!|Brooke4][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> <<MCTalk "Brooke, are you really thinking about it?">> <<BrookeTalk "I don’t know yet. It’s a big step, and I don’t want to rush into it. But the idea of that kind of money... it’s tempting. I mean, I already get a lot of attention on Swiftgram, but this could take things to a whole new level.">> <<MCTalk "Brooke, come on. What would your mom say?">> <<BrookeTalk "She is used to getting attention with her looks and sex appeal, I don't think she would object much.">> <<MCTalk "Have you talked to anyone else about it? Does your boyfriend know?">> <<BrookeTalk "Not really. I wanted to get your opinion first. You're the one who's been helping me with all this, and I trust you. Besides, it’s not like I’m opening an account today. It’s just a thought.">> <<MCTalk "Well, whatever you decide, I'll support you. But just make sure you're doing it for the right reasons.">> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> puts the lemonade jug on the counter and you try to reach to it. <<BrookeTalk "Hey wait. It's for our shoot now. We shoot first, you drink later cuz.">> [[Brooke goes to her bedroom to change her outfit.|Brooke4][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> <<MCTalk "Shoot? What do you have in mind this time?">> You shout from the kitchen, she shouts back. <<BrookeTalk "Open my Swiftgram account, you will see a lemon photo!">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Profiles/Brooke1.jpg" height=500></div> <<MCTalk "Yeah found it, so what?">> <<BrookeTalk "It had gotten a lot of attention, but I think I can do better. After our little talk about NaughtyFans, I thought maybe I'd try something a little… sexier.">> <<MCTalk "You want to do a… naughtier version of that photo?">> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> returns with a white crop top and short jean shorts. <<BrookeTalk "Exactly! I was thinking, why not use the lemonade as a prop? You know, something that’ll get people talking. So why don't you try my new tripod with your camera?">> Excited you fetch the tripod from the living room and set yourself up, finding a good angle and light... You take your first photo of the day. [[Continue the shoot|Brooke4][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Profiles/Brooke8.jpg" height=500></div> <<BrookeTalk "My legs were looking good right?">> <<MCTalk "Yeah, they're great. How about we recreate that pose? Try putting the lemon over your eye again.">> <<BrookeTalk "Good idea! It could link back to the old photo and drive even more engagement. Give me a sec.">> To your surprise, <brooke>Brooke</brooke> begins to casually play with her breasts, focusing on her nipples. She pinches them lightly, seemingly unfazed by your presence. <<MCTalk "Brooke, what... what are you doing?">> <<BrookeTalk "Relax, $name. I'm just making sure they pop a little more in the photo. Hard nipples get more attention. It’s all about understanding the Swiftgram algorithm, right?">> <brooke>Brooke's</brooke> nonchalant attitude towards her actions leaves you momentarily stunned, but you quickly regain focus as she strikes a pose, placing the lemon over her eye and sticking her tongue out playfully. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Profiles/Brooke7.jpg" height=500></div> You snap a few shots, the lens capturing her confidence and allure. Brooke steps over to review the images with you. <<BrookeTalk "Let me see... oh, that second one is amazing! Exactly what I was going for.">> She grins, clearly satisfied with the result. You can’t help but marvel at her boldness. <<MCTalk "Wow, that turned out... really well. I guess we’re done, right?">> [[Brooke holds your arm and wants your further help|Brooke4][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> <<BrookeTalk "Alright, let’s do a few more poses. I’ve got some ideas.">> Her eyes sparkle with anticipation as she glances at you. You nod, adjusting the camera, but a growing unease gnaws at you. <brooke>Brooke</brooke> has been pushing boundaries lately, and while you’ve been supportive, this feels like it’s crossing a line. Before you can voice your concerns, <brooke>Brooke</brooke> is already turning around, lifting her white crop top. She has placed two lemons over her nipples. She glances back at you with a playful smirk. <<BrookeTalk "Don’t be shy, $name. It’s just us here.">> <<MCTalk "I don’t know, Brooke. This is… a lot. Are you sure you want to do this?">> <<BrookeTalk "Relax. These won’t go on Swiftgram. It’s just for fun, and who knows? Maybe I’ll use them in the future.">> Hesitant, you bring the camera up to your eye, feeling your heart race. She faces you, her expression a mix of confidence and mischief. You can’t help but notice how stunning she looks, how every curve of her body seems to scream for attention. It’s impossible not to feel something—an undeniable arousal that you’ve been trying to ignore today. But she’s your cousin, and this feels wrong. But then, <brooke>Brooke</brooke> speaks again, breaking your internal struggle. <<BrookeTalk "If you’re feeling nervous, just think of it as art. Or… an experiment. If you’re getting turned on, then it’s proof that this would work on other guys too, right?">> Her words strike a chord. Is she using you as a test audience? You feel a flush of embarrassment, but also a strange thrill. Maybe she’s right. If you, her hormone-filled 18-year-old cousin, can’t help but be drawn to her, what about the thousands of men who would see this content? You take the photos, capturing her sultry pose, her playful smile, the way she teases the camera with her eyes. Your hands tremble slightly as you adjust the focus, trying to maintain some level of professionalism despite the situation. Click. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/NaughtyFans/BrookeNaughty.jpg" height=500></div> [[Clearly the shoot isn't done yet!|Brooke4][$p=6]] <<elseif $p eq 6>> Then, <brooke>Brooke</brooke> turns around again, facing away from you. She pulls her top back down but not before grabbing the lemonade jug. You watch, almost in slow motion, as she pours the lemonade over herself, the cold liquid soaking through the thin cotton. Her crop top becomes semi-transparent, clinging to her skin, revealing the shape of her breasts beneath. Your breath catches in your throat. <<MCTalk "Brooke… are you sure about this? I don’t know if I’m comfortable taking this photo.">> She glances at you, her expression softening for a moment. <<BrookeTalk "It’s okay, $name. Just take the shot. Trust me.">> Reluctantly, you stare at her, conflicted. <<BrookeTalk "Come on, it’s just for fun. I’m not posting it on Swiftgram or anything. But who knows, maybe I’ll use it in the future for something. You know how this stuff can blow up. Just think of it as artistic expression.">> <mc><i>Artistic expression? Or the start of something I shouldn't be encouraging? If she ever posts these, will I have been the one who helped her become an internet slut? I can't let her go down this path, can I? But... she seems so confident, so sure of herself. What if I’m just trying to be overly protective?</i></mc> Your hesitation lingers, but <brooke>Brooke's</brooke> determination breaks down your defenses. You lift the camera to your eye, adjusting the focus as she strikes the pose. Click. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/NaughtyFans/BrookeNaughty2.jpg" height=500></div> <<BrookeTalk "You did great, cuz. These are going to be amazing. I won’t post them yet, but who knows? They could be useful someday. Here, for your effort.">> She walks over to you, planting a quick kiss on your cheek, and slips a <money>$100 bill</money> into your hand. You stand there, the camera still in your hand, feeling a strange mix of pride and unease. As she walks away, you can’t help but think about how things have changed. <mc><i>If this is where she’s at now, what will she be like in a few months? A year? Will I be the one who helped her become something I never thought she’d be? Someone who sells her body online?</i></mc> <<link[[Leave and get ready to go to your cafe shift|Bus Terminal]]>><<set $brookequest to 4>><<set $money +=100>><<set $time += 1>><<TimeDay>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> As your shift ends, you head to <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> office, feeling a mix of curiosity and apprehension. When you knock on her door, she calls you in with a playful tone, and you step inside to find her seated behind her desk, looking as effortlessly glamorous as always. Her outfit is form-fitting, accentuating her voluptuous figure, with just enough of legs on display to make you uncomfortable in the best way possible. You try not to look too long but you realize there's no way she is wearing panties under that dress. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra8.jpg" height=600></div> <<AlexandraTalk "$name">> She purrs, her voice dripping with warmth and a hint of something else. <<AlexandraTalk "I’m glad you’re here. I need you to do something for me after work. You don’t mind, do you?">> You hesitate, trying to come up with an excuse, but nothing convincing comes to mind. Before you can respond, she stands up, her movements fluid and graceful, and she walks around the desk to stand in front of you. <<AlexandraTalk "Come on, it’ll be fun. Besides, I won’t take no for an answer.">> She says, a teasing smile playing on her lips. You nod, unable to resist the commanding yet playful tone in her voice. Together, you walk to the underground garage, where her luxury SUV is parked. She gestures for you to get in, and you do so, feeling a little trapped but also oddly excited. The drive is smooth, with <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> making small talk, but you can’t help but feel there’s something more behind her words, something she’s not telling you yet. [[You arrive at a luxurious building's garage.|AlexandraMeet1][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> When you arrive at her luxury apartment building, you’re impressed by its grandeur. The elevator ride is quiet, and you can feel your nerves building with each floor you pass. Finally, you reach the penthouse, and when she opens the door, you’re greeted by the sight of her luxurious home—a duplex with a breathtaking view of the city and mountains, complete with its own swimming pool. It’s the kind of place that screams power and success, just like <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> herself. <<AlexandraTalk "Make yourself comfortable.">> She motions for you to sit on the plush sofa in the living room. As you do, she casually slips off her heels and pads over to the kitchen, returning with a glass of wine for herself and you. She begins to talk, her tone shifting to something more serious but still teasing. <<AlexandraTalk "So, $name, Jessica mentioned to me that your sex life isn’t… up to par.">> You nearly choke on your wine, caught completely off guard by her bluntness. <mc><i>She told her that? Why would she…?</i></mc> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> smirks at your reaction, clearly enjoying your discomfort. <<AlexandraTalk "Don’t look so surprised. It’s only natural that girlfriends talk, and Jessica is concerned. She cares about you, you know, and she wants things to be better. The way she told me about this situation as you boys were doing your swimming lesson, I really understand she loves you deeply. That’s why I’m going to help you.">> You’re too shocked to speak, so she continues, clearly relishing in your reaction. <<AlexandraTalk "I’m going to teach you how to really please a woman, $name. You’re a smart guy, and I think with a little guidance, you’ll be able to turn things around in the bedroom.">> You can’t believe what you’re hearing. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, your boss, is offering to give you sex tips? The whole situation feels surreal, and you don’t know how to respond. Before you can protest, she takes out a small whiteboard with a detailed drawn diagram of female anatomy. With a more authoritative tone she starts to lecture you. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra Training.jpg" height=600></div> <<AlexandraTalk "Now, pay attention, $name, this is important.">> [[She starts to give you a lecture.|AlexandraMeet1][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> She goes over the diagram with the precision of someone explaining a business strategy, her fingers tracing over the different areas to focus on. <<AlexandraTalk "The clitoris, $name, is the most sensitive part. You need to approach it gently, but with intention. It’s all about understanding how to build up the pleasure, not rushing through it. Do you understand?">> You nod, your face burning with embarrassment, but also with a strange sense of intrigue. Her eyes are locked on yours. <<AlexandraTalk "Good boy. Now, when it comes to oral sex, the most important thing is to pay attention to her reactions. Every woman is different, so you need to be responsive. Don’t just do what you think will work—listen to her body. Does she tense up? Does she relax? These are all cues you need to pick up on.">> Her voice is calm and firm, as if she’s discussing a business proposal, but the content of what she’s saying makes your heart race. You’re acutely aware of how close she is to you, how her scent fills the space between you. <<AlexandraTalk "Use your tongue to explore but don’t be too rough. Start slow, gentle, and then build up the pressure as she responds. And remember, it’s not just about the clitoris. The inner lips, the entrance—these are all areas that need your attention too. And don’t forget, it’s not just about the physical. You need to create an atmosphere, make her feel desired. Do you understand, $name?">> <mc><i>This is so intense… I never expected anything like this.</i></mc> You nod again, feeling almost dazed by the situation, and <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> smiles, clearly pleased with your compliance. <<AlexandraTalk "Excellent! Now, let’s put some theory into practice.">> <mc><i>Practice? Oh my God, does she want to have sex with me?</i></mc> You would blush if it was physically possible for you to blush even more. [[She gets up and goes to kitchen.|AlexandraMeet1][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> She returns with a sweet orange, setting it down in front of you. <<AlexandraTalk "This will be your practice partner for today. I want you to simulate the techniques I’ve just taught you on this orange. It may seem silly, but it’s about developing muscle memory and technique.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Orange.jpg"></div> You hesitate, feeling incredibly self-conscious, but <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> steady gaze and the subtle edge of command in her voice leave you with little choice. <<if $jessicadate5 eq 1>>You made <jessica>Jessica</jessica> cum with your mouth once, even if you had to eat your own cum during the process. You believe you can do this.<</if>>You lean forward, bringing your face closer to the orange, and begin following her instructions, your movements awkward and unsure at first. As you practice, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> watches closely, offering guidance and corrections, her tone both encouraging and slightly mocking at times. <<AlexandraTalk "No, not like that, boy. You need to be more precise. Remember what I said about sensitivity—don’t rush it.">> Her words seep into your mind, making you hyper-aware of every movement, every mistake. The whole situation feels surreal, but also strangely compelling, as if you’re being drawn into her world, one where she’s completely in control. After what feels like an eternity... <<AlexandraTalk "Good, you’re getting the hang of it. Now, I want you to keep practicing at home, until you can do this without thinking. Jessica will appreciate it, trust me.">> You sit back, feeling drained and overwhelmed, but also oddly exhilarated by the experience. As you look up at <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, you see a glint of satisfaction in her eyes, as if she’s accomplished exactly what she set out to do. <<AlexandraTalk "I knew you were a very good boy, you didn't even object.">> Her voice softer now, almost affectionate. <<AlexandraTalk "I think this is going to make a big difference for you and Jessica. And remember, if you ever need more guidance… I'm here for you.">> [[Before you can answer Alexandra moves closer|AlexandraMeet1][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> Before you can respond, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> moves closer, her thumb brushing over your chin, gathering the sticky orange juice that dripped down. She slowly moves her thumb to your lips, and without thinking, you lick the juice off her thumb. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> doesn’t pull away. Instead, she pushes her thumb into your mouth, her eyes locked on yours. <<AlexandraTalk "That’s it… good boy.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Orange2.jpg" height=600></div> The taste of the orange juice mixes with something else, something intoxicatingly intimate. You suck her thumb gently, feeling a strange mix of emotions—submission, excitement, and a growing realization that you’re completely under her influence. After a moment, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> pulls her thumb away, and then, to your surprise, she gently pets your head, her fingers threading through your hair. <<AlexandraTalk "Such a good boy.">> <<link[[Embrace your submissiveness and thank her for helping you.|AlexandraMeet1]]>><<set $p to 6>><<set $alexandrameet1choice to 1>><</link>> <<link[[Tell her how you will make her proud.|AlexandraMeet1]]>><<set $p to 6>><<set $alexandrameet1choice to 2>><</link>> <<link[[Ask for more guidance.|AlexandraMeet1]]>><<set $p to 6>><<set $alexandrameet1choice to 3>><</link>> <<link[[Act more neutral.|AlexandraMeet1]]>><<set $p to 6>><<set $alexandrameet1choice to 4>><</link>> <<link[[Be playful.|AlexandraMeet1]]>><<set $p to 6>><<set $alexandrameet1choice to 5>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 6>> <<if $alexandrameet1choice eq 1>><<set $sub +=4>> The weight of her words settles over you like a warm, intoxicating blanket, compelling you in a way you can’t resist. You feel an overwhelming urge to show your gratitude and respect. Without thinking, your knees buckle, and you sink to the plush carpet before her. Looking up into her eyes, you feel small and vulnerable, yet safe under her gaze. Your voice is barely above a whisper, trembling with sincerity. <<MCTalk "Thank you, Ma'am. Thank you for guiding me.">> Her lips curl into a slow, deliberate smile, her hand reaching out to cup your cheek. Her touch is firm but tender, sending a jolt of warmth through you. <<AlexandraTalk "Such a good boy.">> She purrs, her voice rich with approval. She brushes her thumb across your skin, her eyes studying you like a masterpiece she’s molding into perfection. After a long, charged moment, she pats your head, her fingers threading briefly through your hair. The gesture is simple yet profound, filling you with a sense of pride and belonging that you’ve never felt before. As she steps back, her presence remains imprinted on you, her scent and touch lingering long after she’s withdrawn. <<elseif $alexandrameet1choice eq 2>><<set $sub +=3>> The intensity of her gaze makes it impossible to look her in the eye. Your head dips, your gaze falling to the floor as your hands fidget nervously at your sides. You feel a strange mix of emotions—shame, excitement, and an odd comfort in her control. Your voice comes out soft, but there’s no mistaking the earnestness in your words. <<MCTalk "I’ll do my best to make you proud, Ma'am.">> Her sharp, approving nod sends a thrill through you, as if you’ve passed an unspoken test. <<AlexandraTalk "I have no doubt you will, $name. Keep that eagerness, and you’ll go far.">> The way she speaks to you feels both encouraging and commanding, a combination that makes your pulse quicken. She brushes past you as she moves to her desk, her presence as overwhelming as ever. You don’t dare look up until she sits back down, her eyes still on you, measuring your every reaction. The warmth in her tone feels like a reward, and the promise of her approval becomes a goal you’re desperate to achieve. <<elseif $alexandrameet1choice eq 3>><<set $sub +=3>> You hesitate, the conflicting emotions swirling inside you threatening to burst forth. Part of you feels humiliated, but another part—a growing, undeniable part—feels eager to learn more, to prove yourself under her guidance. The question forms in your mind before you can stop it, and your voice shakes as you ask. <<MCTalk "Do you think… we could practice more sometime, Ma'am?">> Her response is immediate and electrifying—a low, rich laugh that seems to vibrate in the air between you. She leans closer, her eyes gleaming with amusement and something else you can’t quite name. <<AlexandraTalk "Oh, $name, there will be plenty of opportunities. Trust me, this is just the beginning.">> Her words hang in the air like a promise, sending a shiver down your spine. You feel as though you’ve stepped onto a path you can’t turn back from, one where she leads and you eagerly follow. The anticipation of what’s to come fills you with both dread and excitement. Her hand briefly grazes your shoulder as she passes by, a small touch that feels heavier than it should. <<elseif $alexandrameet1choice eq 4>><<set $sub +=2>> The tension in the room feels almost suffocating, and you struggle to keep your composure. Your face burns with embarrassment, and your mind races to process everything that just happened. In the end, all you can manage is a quiet nod and a simple response. <<MCTalk "Yes, Ma'am.">> Her expression doesn’t falter; in fact, her smile seems to widen, as though she’s already two steps ahead of you. Her eyes bore into yours, and you can tell she’s pleased, even if you didn’t offer much. <<AlexandraTalk "Good. I can see you’re learning. Keep it up, $name.">> Her words linger in your mind as she moves to her desk, her presence still dominating the room even as she sits down. You feel her gaze on your back as you gather your thoughts, the weight of her influence pressing down on you in a way that feels impossible to escape. <<elseif $alexandrameet1choice eq 5>><<set $sub +=2>> The sheer intensity of the moment feels like too much, and you instinctively try to lighten the mood with humor. Your voice is shaky but carries a nervous chuckle as you say, <<MCTalk "Well, I hope I passed your test, Ma'am.">> Her eyes narrow slightly, her smile turning sharper, more predatory. She steps closer, her voice dropping to a low, sultry whisper that sends a shiver through you. <<AlexandraTalk "Oh, you’re far from done being tested, $name.">> Her words land like a challenge, and the heat in her gaze makes your heart pound. You try to swallow the lump in your throat, realizing too late that your attempt at humor has only deepened her control over you. She brushes past you, her hand grazing your arm briefly—a touch that leaves you feeling both exposed and exhilarated. Her dominance feels inescapable, and you know she’s already planning her next move, her hold on you tightening with every word and gesture. <</if>> As you gather your belongings and head for the door, the weight of <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> influence settles heavily on you. The way she guided you, her teasing yet commanding demeanor, and the subtle way she pushed you deeper into submission—all of it has left an indelible mark. You replay the techniques and instructions she gave you in your mind, but it’s her overpowering presence that lingers most. <mc><i>Tomorrow, I’m going to use everything she taught me. I need to show Jessica how much I’ve learned, how I’ve grown<<if $jessicadate5 eq 1>> after eating her pussy the last time<</if>>. But there’s something else—something deeper. Jessica must be really unsatisfied with me to talk to Alexandra about this. Maybe her flirtation with Mr. Brown was only a cry for help, so I can better understand her needs.</i></mc> <<if $alexandrameet1choice eq 3 or $alexandrameet1choice eq 2>> As you leave her penthouse, conflicting emotions swirl within you—a growing respect for <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> tempered by a faint unease. Her guidance and teasing have opened a door you didn’t even realize was there, and you can’t help but peek through, curiosity tugging at you. Yet, there’s a part of you that hesitates, unsure of where this path might lead. <mc><i>Why does she have this effect on me? She’s showing me something I never expected to feel, and it scares me—but I can’t deny how much I crave her approval.</i></mc> <<elseif $alexandrameet1choice eq 1>> As you leave her penthouse, a profound sense of submission washes over you, making your steps feel lighter yet more deliberate. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> intimate “mentorship” has reshaped how you see her—no longer just an authoritative figure but someone who commands your deepest respect and obedience. There’s no hesitation now; the role she’s crafting for you feels almost inevitable, as though you’ve been waiting for someone like her to guide you. <mc><i>She knows exactly how to control me, how to bring out this side of me I didn’t even know existed. I don’t just feel powerless around her—I feel… ovedient to her every wish.</i></mc> <<elseif $alexandrameet1choice eq 4 or $alexandrameet1choice eq 5>> As you leave her penthouse, a lingering sense of confusion and frustration gnaws at you. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> clearly knows how to dominate the room—and you—but you’re not ready to fully acknowledge what that means. Her teasing and commanding presence left a mark, but you push the thoughts aside, unwilling to face the implications just yet. <mc><i>Why does she have this power over me? It’s like she’s uncovered something buried deep inside, something I’m not sure I want to face. I don’t know if I’m ready to give in to her completely… but it’s getting harder to resist.</i></mc> <</if>>The thought lingers as you step into the elevator, the memory of her touch, her words, and her dominance burning in your mind. <<link[[Go Home.|Apartment]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $alexandraquest to 2>><<set $metalexandra to 2>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> It's been a week since you got your ear pierced. You're back at the mall with <jia>Jia</jia> and <liya>Liya</liya>, who are as energetic as ever. After some casual browsing, they drag you into a bright, colorful makeup store. The store is filled with all kinds of beauty products, and you watch as <jia>Jia</jia> and <liya>Liya</liya> excitedly pick up different items, testing shades on their hands and laughing together. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Makeup Store.jpg" height=450></div> After purchasing the makeup, the three of you head back to their home. The atmosphere is light and playful as you all settle into the cozy living room. <jia>Jia</jia> is busy unpacking the new makeup products, a slight smile playing on her lips as she admires the vibrant colors and sleek packaging. <liya>Liya</liya>, meanwhile, is eyeing her with a mischievous grin. [[Jia does Liya's makeup|Jia Mall4][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> <liya>Liya</liya> sits on a chair, facing <jia>Jia</jia>, who begins to carefully apply the makeup. As <jia>Jia</jia> works, she leans in close, the two of them sharing whispered words and soft smiles. The intimacy between them is palpable. <<JiaTalk "You always look amazing, Liya.">> <jia>Jia</jia> smiles softly, she murmurs, brushing a strand of hair behind <liya>Liya's</liya> ear. The intimacy of the moment is undeniable, and it dawns on you that these two are more than just friends—they’re a couple. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Liya7.jpg" height=600></div> <liya>Liya</liya> then turns to you, her playful smile returning. <<LiyaTalk "Okay, $name, it’s your turn! Sit down and let Jia work her magic on you.">> You hesitate, feeling a bit out of place. <<MCTalk "I don’t know, guys… This is all a bit much.">> <<LiyaTalk "Tell you what if $name agrees to let you do his makeup, why don’t you change into something a little more… comfortable? Like your sleepwear?">> <jia>Jia's</jia> eyes widen in surprise at the suggestion, her face turning a shade of pink that rivals the blush on her cheeks. <<JiaTalk "Wait, what?">> <liya>Liya</liya> just giggles, clearly enjoying the idea. <<LiyaTalk "Come on, Jia, it’ll be fun! Besides, you look super cute in your sleepwear, and it might just convince $name to join in.">> <jia>Jia</jia> looks hesitant, biting her lip as she considers the suggestion. But eventually, she nods, giving in to <liya>Liya's</liya> teasing grin. <<JiaTalk "O-okay… if $name agrees.">> You can’t help but feel a mix of curiosity and nerves. <mc><i>Jia in her sleepwear, doing my makeup?</i></mc> The thought is strangely enticing, and despite your reservations, you can’t help but feel intrigued. <<MCTalk "Alright… fine. Let’s do it,">> You finally agree, your voice wavering slightly as you speak. <jia>Jia</jia> disappears into her room, and you can hear her moving around as she changes. [[Jia returns in her sexy sleepwear|Jia Mall4][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> Moments later, she reappears in an orangish crop top and high-waist short shorts that cling to her curves. The sight of her in such a revealing outfit sends a wave of heat through you, and you realize they are really a hot couple. <jia>Jia</jia> first goes to the kitchen to have a cup of coffee. <liya>Liya</liya> doesn’t waste any time. As soon as <jia>Jia</jia> is within reach, she playfully grabs the waistband of <jia>Jia's</jia> shorts, pulling them up to showcase her lovely butt. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Jia Normal7.jpg" height=600></div> <<LiyaTalk "Doesn't she have an ass to die for?">> <<JiaTalk "Liyaa, not in front of $name!">> <<LiyaTalk "Come on, $name is our only real friend at college so far. He deserves to now we started dating.">> <<MCTalk "Wow, that's cool. Happy to hear that.">> <jia>Jia</jia> blushes deeply, her gaze shifting to the floor as she fidgets with the hem of her crop top. You’re taken aback, but also a bit flattered that they trust you enough to share this. The atmosphere is charged with a new kind of energy—one that’s both intimate and slightly thrilling. <liya>Liya</liya> has a smirk on her face before giving <jia>Jia's</jia> right butt cheek a hard slap. [[Jia's cheek reddens before she takes a sip from her coffee |Jia Mall4][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Jia Normal9.jpg" height=600></div> <<LiyaTalk "There we go, perfect! What? He already saw us in our bikinis, and we are all model friends. It is normal to see each other semi-naked.">> <jia>Jia</jia> lets out a small gasp, blushing even more deeply as she looks over her shoulder at <liya>Liya</liya>, who is grinning wickedly. They’re a couple now huh? You feel a strange mix of emotions—surprise, curiosity, and perhaps a hint of envy. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Jia Normal6.jpg" height=600></div> <<JiaTalk "Alright, $name, your turn.">> Her voice is a little breathless but filled with a shy excitement. She gestures for you to sit down, and you do so, feeling a knot of anticipation in your stomach. [[Start your makeup session with Jia|Jia Mall4][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> <<JiaTalk "You’ve got great skin, $name. This is going to look amazing on you,">> <<LiyaTalk "I knew it! He’s going to look so cute!">> <jia>Jia</jia> begins to apply the makeup, starting with a soft lip balm. The sensation is soothing, and you’re surprised at how nice it feels. She moves on to the blush, her fingers brushing lightly against your cheeks, and you can’t help but notice how gentle she is. Finally, she carefully applies the eye makeup, making sure each stroke is precise. When <jia>Jia</jia> finishes, she steps back, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction <<JiaTalk "All done. Take a look, $name.">> When she’s done, you glance in the mirror and are shocked by what you see. Your reflection is almost unrecognizable—feminine, pretty, and undeniably alluring. Your defined eyelashes: <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Jia Event3.jpg" height=300></div> Your pink lips: <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Jia Event1.jpg"></div> And your pink blushed cheeks all work together to create a look that radiates sexuality. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Jia Event2.jpg"></div> <<JiaTalk "You look amazing.">> <<LiyaTalk "Told you it would look great on you! You’re really pulling it off! You look so pretty, $name. You should pose in the next photo club meeting.">> The enthusiasm in their voices makes your cheeks flush even more, and you can’t help but smile at the compliment. You feel surprisingly confident in your new look. [[Liya proposes to do a mini photoshoot now!|Jia Mall4][$p=6]] <<elseif $p eq 6>> <<LiyaTalk "Let’s do a little photoshoot! I want to capture this moment.">> You nod, still buzzing with excitement. <liya>Liya</liya> takes the camera and aims it at you snapping a picture of you with your makeup. You strike a pose, trying to channel the confidence the girls have. <liya>Liya</liya> looks at the photo and beams. <<LiyaTalk "Perfect! Now it’s my turn!">> She hands the camera to you and steps back, posing dramatically. She licks her lips sensually and raises an eyebrow, her confidence radiating from her. You can’t help but admire her boldness as you snap the picture. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Liya6.jpg" height=600></div> <liya>Liya</liya> encourages <jia>Jia</jia>, excitement dancing in her eyes. <<LiyaTalk "Now, Jia! Show me what you’ve got!">> <jia>Jia</jia> looks a bit shy at first, but the playful atmosphere lifts her spirits. <<JiaTalk "That's your camera right? Alright I will play along.">> She adjusts her crop top strings, pulling them down to her arms in a teasing manner. With a quick glance at you and <liya>Liya</liya>, she brings her finger to her lips, sucking on it sensually, and gives the camera a side-eye that makes your heart race. The moment is electric. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Jia Normal8.jpg" height=600></div> You quickly snap the picture, capturing the playful yet seductive vibe between them. The chemistry in the room is palpable, and you find yourself getting lost in the moment. <<JiaTalk "How did I do?">> <<LiyaTalk "You totally outdid me! That was amazing!">> <<JiaTalk "Alright, let me see it!">> [[You have to leave soon for your date!|Jia Mall4][$p=7]] <<elseif $p eq 7>> As the photos develop, you’re all giggling and teasing each other. The playful energy keeps you engaged, but soon you start to feel the time ticking away. You glance at your watch and realize you have a date with Jessica soon. With a small frown, you begin to prepare to leave. <<MCTalk "I should probably head out… I have a date with Jessica this evening.">> <liya>Liya</liya> raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk on her face. <<LiyaTalk "Going out with your girlfriend, huh? Should we tell her you’re going to look like this?">> You chuckle nervously, brushing your hair back. <<MCTalk "No way! I need to remove these before she sees me.">> <<JiaTalk "You do look pretty fabulous, though! Just say you’re experimenting with new looks.">> You shake your head, feeling a mix of embarrassment and amusement. <mc><i>I can't let Jess see me as anything less than a man, especially not compared to Mr. Brown. Not after last Friday!</i></mc> <<MCTalk "Thanks, but I think I’ll save this for another time. Let me just wipe this off before I go.">> You head to the bathroom and swiftly wipe off the lip balm, leaving your lips bare once more. As you look in the mirror, you notice how the makeup had subtly enhanced your features. With a sigh, you decide to remove the light blush and eye makeup as well, but as you do, a wave of sadness washes over you. The transformation had been brief, yet it left a lingering sense of loss. [[Leave the bathroom.|Jia Mall4][$p=8]] <<elseif $p eq 8>> As you rejoin <jia>Jia</jia> and <liya>Liya</liya> in the living room, you feel a sense of camaraderie and warmth between you all. <<MCTalk "Thanks for today, you two. It was really fun!">> <<JiaTalk "Anytime, $name. You’re always welcome to join us for a makeover.">> <<LiyaTalk "And next time, maybe we can have a girls' night in? You can bring your girlfriend too! That would be a fun sleepover!">> <<MCTalk "I’d like that. Enjoy the rest of your day!">> As you leave, you can’t shake the feeling that the two girls are about to get even closer as soon as you’re gone. It’s clear that they’re in love, and this morning, you’ve seen a side of them that you’ll never forget. You can’t help but think about the fun you just had. You feel a strange mix of excitement and apprehension about your date with <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, knowing that it’ll be a challenge to keep this side of yourself hidden. The sense of loss lingers, reminding you of how much you had actually enjoyed the makeup, even if you can’t yet bring yourself to show it to the world. <<link[[Go Home|My Room]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $jiaquest to 5>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> You arrive at <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> place, your heart pounding in your chest. The door creaks open, and there she stands, looking stunning in a pretty dress that contrasts sharply with the seriousness etched on her face. The leather bustier hugs her curves, and the cloth skirt sways slightly as she steps aside to let you in. The air between you feels thick with tension, her unsatisfied expression only deepening the pit of anxiety in your stomach. You follow her to the living room, each step heavy with dread. Your mind races, conjuring up every worst-case scenario you can imagine. You’re convinced she’s about to break up with you. Maybe she’s finally decided to be with someone with a bigger cock, like her ex, like <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, or even <darius>Darius</darius>. The thought gnaws at you, making you feel small, inadequate. <<JessicaTalk "Hi, $name. We need to talk. Sit down. I’ll bring some wine for us.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date20.jpg" height=600></div> Her voice is calm, but there’s an undercurrent of something that makes your pulse quicken. You nod silently and take a seat, your hands clammy as you try to steady your breathing. As she leaves the room, your thoughts spiral further. This is it, you think. She’s done with you. She’s going to tell you that she wants something more, something you can’t give her. When <jessica>Jessica</jessica> returns, she hands you a glass of wine and sits down across from you, her gaze piercing. She takes a deep breath, and you brace yourself for the inevitable heartbreak. <<JessicaTalk "I’ve been thinking a lot about us lately, about our relationship, and there’s something I need to tell you. Something I’ve been holding back.">> You grip your glass tighter, feeling the wine slosh around inside. The silence between her words stretches out, your anxiety mounting with each passing second. [[Wait for her to continue.|JessicaDate7][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> turns to face you, her eyes searching yours for understanding. Her voice is steady, but there's a vulnerability beneath it, as if she's revealing a part of herself she’s kept hidden for too long. <<JessicaTalk "You already know I had sex with a girl, but there’s more I need to tell you. I want to be fully honest with you, $name. I’m bisexual. And it isn’t just a phase or some ‘college experimenting.’ It’s a part of who I am, and it always has been. My only serious relationship before you… it was with a girl.">> Her confession hangs in the air, and for a moment, you’re too stunned to react. The weight of her words crashes over you, and your mind races to piece together the fragments of her past that now take on a new meaning. <mc><i>Wait… a girl? What about the man we saw at the beach café? Wasn't he her boyfriend? No, there was a girl too, the one with the big ass by the pool. Could that have been her ex? Oh God, was that her?</i></mc> Relief washes over you—she’s not breaking up with you. You were panicking with her ex's big cock but now you find out she didn't have a cock... But as her words sink in, that relief is quickly replaced by a new wave of anxiety. <<JessicaTalk "When I was with her, every time we were together, I came. It was… amazing. And I wanted to be with a man to experience that same kind of pleasure, but in a different way. I wanted to feel something more intense, more… hetero.">> She pauses, her eyes searching yours for a reaction, but you’re too shocked to do anything but stare. Your heart sinks as the implication of her words hits you. <<JessicaTalk "But with us… it hasn’t been like that. I haven’t been getting what I need, and it’s been really frustrating.">> Her voice is gentle, but the impact of her confession feels like a punch to the gut. You lower your gaze, feeling a mix of shame and inadequacy. The relief you felt moments ago is gone, replaced by the crushing feeling that you’ve failed to meet her expectations. You knew she weren't good at sex but hearing it still hurts. <<JessicaTalk "I’m telling you this because I care about you, and I want <b>us</b> to work. But we need to figure this out, together.">> You nod, feeling small and vulnerable under her gaze. The fear of losing her is still there, but now it’s coupled with a deep sense of inadequacy. You want to fix this, to be the boyfriend she needs, but the doubt in your mind is overwhelming. <<MCTalk "I... I didn’t know. I’m sorry. I want to make this work too. I’ll do whatever it takes, Jess.">> Your voice trembles as you speak, the desperation clear. You don’t want to lose her, not after everything. But as you look into her eyes, you can’t shake the feeling that you’re not enough. <mc><i>What if I’m not enough? What if I can never give her what she needs?</i></mc> [[You try to come up with a solution!|JessicaDate7][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> You swallow hard, the memory of <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> lesson flashing in your mind. You’re willing to try anything to make things right with <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. <<MCTalk "What if… what if I try something different? Something that might help you feel… more like how you did before?">> <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> expression softens, her eyebrows lifting slightly in curiosity. <<JessicaTalk "What do you mean?">> You hesitate, your heart pounding, but you push forward. <<MCTalk "I’ve been thinking… maybe I could focus more on, you know, oral. I want to make you feel good, Jess. Like, really good.">> A surprised smile tugs at the corners of her lips, and for a moment, you see a glimmer of hope in her eyes. <<JessicaTalk "You mean… you’d really do that? You’d go down on me? Why didn't you do that before?">> <<MCTalk "I don't know, you are the only girl I have been with... I think I'm not experienced enough but I want to try. I want to make sure you’re getting what you need. I know it’s important.">> <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> smile widens, her mood lifting visibly. She leans in a little closer, her hand resting on your knee. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date17.jpg" height=600></div> <<JessicaTalk "That sounds amazing, $name. I’d really love that.">> Just as you begin to feel a surge of relief, Jessica’s expression becomes more serious again, as if she’s weighing something important. <<JessicaTalk "There’s one more thing, though. With my ex, we used toys in bed. It was something that really added to our experience, made things more exciting and satisfying. I’ve been thinking… maybe we could bring that into our relationship too.">> Your stomach drops again, a new wave of anxiety rushing in. The idea of sex toys is intimidating, but you’re not in a position to argue or push back. You’re desperate to keep <jessica>Jessica</jessica> happy, and if this is what she wants, you know you have to be okay with it. <<MCTalk "Toys? Um, yeah… sure. If that’s what you want, we can try it. I’m open to it.">> Your voice is shaky, and you hope she doesn’t hear the doubt creeping in. <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> eyes search yours for a moment, as if trying to gauge your sincerity, but she nods. [[Jessica gets up|JessicaDate7][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> pulls down her dress slightly and starts to play with her nipple. Making sure she is aroused enough before your intimacy. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date18.jpg" height=600></div> <<Arousalincrease 50>><<Arousal>> Then she turns around, pulling up her dress, showing her thong panties to you. She sensually removes the panties. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date21.jpg" height=600></div> You kneel down, determined to make this right, and begin to pleasure her as you were taught. But as your mouth moves against her, the doubt creeps in. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaSex27.jpg" height=600></div> <mc><i>Am I doing it right? Is she enjoying this?</i></mc> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> moans softly, encouraging you, but your own arousal starts to take over. Before she can reach her peak, you pull back, driven by an overpowering urge to be inside her. [[You stop eating her pussy.|JessicaDate7][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> <<MCTalk "I want to be in you, Jess. Now.">> She nods, climbing on top of you, taking control. Just as she begins to ride you, your body starts to betray you. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaSex24.jpg" height=600></div> <<Arousalincrease 50>><<Arousal>> <<MCTalk "Can you remove the dress baby? It's getting in the way.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> understands you are about to cum, she slowly and gently sucks your dick. You don't cum and you don't go soft this way. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaSex23.jpg" height=500></div> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> removes the dress fully and starts riding you once again, giving you a perfect view of her ass and back. She starts to ride you harder, clearly in the mood and clearly horny... <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaSex25.jpg" height=600></div> <<MCTalk "Can we take a break">> But it is too late, you lose control too quickly. You finish once again before she’s even close. The pleasure is fleeting, and the reality of what just happened hits you hard! <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaSex26.jpg" height=600></div> [[Jessica pulls away, frustration etched on her face.|JessicaDate7][$p=6]] <<elseif $p eq 6>><<set $arousal to 0>> <<JessicaTalk "You did it again. You were selfish, and you didn’t give me enough time.">> Her words cut deep, leaving a sting of guilt and shame. You know she’s right—once again, you were too focused on your own needs, neglecting her pleasure. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> doesn’t wait for your apology. Without a word, she leaves the room, and you’re left standing there, dreading the silence. Every second feels like an eternity as you grapple with the realization of how badly you’ve let her down. When she returns, there’s a shift in her demeanor. She’s smiling, but it’s a smile laced with something else—determination, perhaps, or maybe even satisfaction. She’s holding something in her hand, and when you see it, your heart skips a beat. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date22.jpg" height=600></div> It’s a dildo, much larger than you—an imposing presence that sends a jolt of insecurity through you. But beneath that insecurity, there’s another emotion simmering—arousal, confusing and undeniable. [[She starts to use the dildo on herself.|JessicaDate7][$p=7]] <<elseif $p eq 7>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date23.jpg" height=400></div> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> doesn’t say a word as she positions herself, her focus entirely on the toy. You stand there, watching as she begins to use it, her body reacting in ways that mesmerize you. The way her back arches, the way her moans fill the room—it’s intoxicating. You should feel jealous, angry even, but instead, you’re drawn in, captivated by the sight of her finding satisfaction in something other than you. The way she moans, the way her body arches with pleasure—it’s intense, overwhelming, and oddly thrilling. You had never seen her like this. Her body never reacted this way when you were inside her... <mc><i>She’s enjoying it so much… more than she ever did with me.</i></mc> But instead of feeling entirely defeated, a strange sense of arousal washes over you, stronger than before. Watching her find satisfaction with the toy awakens something within you, a deep, confusing mix of emotions. You should feel jealous or angry, but instead, you’re turned on by her pleasure, even though it’s not you who’s giving it to her. It’s a twisted, unfamiliar sensation—one part jealousy, another part submission. <<Arousalincrease 70>><<Arousal>> <mc><i>Why does this turn me on so much? Is it the way she’s so completely satisfied? Or is it because… I couldn’t do it myself?</i></mc> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date24.jpg" height=600></div> The realization unsettles you, but it’s undeniable. The mix of emotions overwhelms you, but you can’t look away. There’s something about seeing her like this, so utterly pleasured, that stirs a deep arousal in you—a mix of desire, submission, and the unsettling acceptance of your own inadequacy. You’re aroused by her pleasure, even if it’s not you who’s giving it to her. The idea that she might need someone—or something—bigger, better, more capable than you, flames your arousal. [[You are both about to cum.|JessicaDate7][$p=8]] <<elseif $p eq 8>> As <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> body trembles with the crescendo of her impending climax, she glances back at you. Her eyes lock onto yours, and the look she gives you is intense—full of dominance and control. It's a look that sends a shiver down your spine, a look that tells you she’s fully aware of the effect she’s having on you. It’s not just the sight of her that arouses you; it’s the power she wields in this moment. Her voice, breathy yet commanding, cuts through the haze of your arousal. <<JessicaTalk "You want to cum, don’t you? Then come here and finish on my face.">> There’s no room for hesitation. You move toward her, driven by a mix of desire and submission. The sight of her—flushed, in control, and completely engrossed in her own pleasure—pushes you over the edge. But it’s not the act itself that makes you climax; it’s the realization that your role is shifting. The balance of power has changed. You’re no longer the one in control—she is. You are not the one that made her climax, the huge dildo is... <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date25.jpg" height=600></div> As you cum onto her face, she looks up at you, a satisfied smile curling her lips. But then, she takes the scene further, pushing the large dildo that had just pleasured her into her mouth. The sight is both mesmerizing and humbling. She keeps her eyes locked on yours, a silent reminder of who truly satisfied her. She moans softly around the toy, clearly enjoying the sensation. The way she treats the dildo with the same care and attention she might give to a lover makes it clear that she’s enjoying this far more than she should. With a playful yet final look, she pulls the dildo from her mouth, the act both sensual and dismissive. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date26.jpg" height=500></div> <<JessicaTalk "I knew you’d enjoy the show, babe. But fun time’s over.">> The words linger in the air, leaving you feeling both exhilarated and humbled. The realization hits hard—you were just a <i>spectator</i> to her pleasure, and now, the moment is over. <<link[[Jess needs to go take a shower.|JessicaDate7]]>><<set $p to 9>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $arousal to 0>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 9>> As <jessica>Jessica</jessica> heads to the shower, she casually picks up her phone, glancing at it briefly. You notice her expression shift—just for a split second—before she turns off the screen and sets the phone back down. She turns to you with a smile, but there’s something in her eyes that makes your heart skip a beat. <<JessicaTalk "I'll be right back, babe. Just need to rinse off all this... mess.">> She gives a light laugh, but there’s a flicker of something else in her tone—nervousness, maybe? Or is it just your imagination? As she walks away, the sound of the bathroom door closing behind her leaves you alone with your thoughts—and her phone. You can’t help but replay that quick glance she gave her screen, the subtle change in her expression. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to stir a sense of unease in your chest. <mc><i>Why did she look at her phone like that? Is she still sexting with Mr. Brown? Is that why she seemed so... cautious?</i></mc> The doubts gnaw at you, refusing to let go. Your gaze falls on her phone. It’s right there, unlocked, just a swipe away from revealing whatever it was that caught her attention. [[Check her phone.|JessicaDate7][$p=10]] <<elseif $p eq 10>> Your heart races as you pick up the phone, a mix of anxiety and suspicion swirling within you. You unlock the screen, and the browser window opens automatically. The search query that catches your eye makes your stomach drop: <b>"Does penis size matter?"</b> Your pulse quickens. You start to scroll through her browsing history, your eyes scanning the entries: <b>"Female orgasms and penis size" "Women share experiences with big penises"</b> The memories from just minutes ago flood back—watching <jessica>Jessica</jessica> climax on a dildo, twice your size. When she stayed at your place she had masturbated to <clara>Clara's</clara> moans as she got railed by a <b>big black cock</b>. And now, seeing her search history obsessing over penis size… it feels like a punch to the gut. As you continue to scroll, her search queries become more focused, more specific: <b>"Penis size comparison by race" "Do black men have bigger penises?" "Black men size myths and realities" "What is BBC?" "Are black men better lovers?"</b> Your heart sinks as you notice the date when these searches began. It lines up perfectly with the night <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> sent her that boxer selfie... <<Arousalincrease 35>><<Arousal>> <mc><i>Is she fantasizing about him? Does she want to experience… Oh God, why is my dick hard again? I already came twice...</i></mc> You can’t ignore the rising arousal mixed with jealousy and fear. It’s a confusing, unsettling cocktail of emotions. [[You click on "Is BBC really better?"|JessicaDate7][$p=11]] <<elseif $p eq 11>> You see that she opened a page from a blog called "snowbunny69". <jessica>Jessica</jessica> opened this page on Thursday, the day after <clara>Clara</clara> told her about she only "dates" athletic black men... The sound of the shower starts to muffle down, and you realize you don’t have much time left. Quickly, you send the link to yourself, then delete the text from <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> phone. Your hands tremble as you check her browsing history one last time. Your heart breaks as you come across a page titled: "What to Do If Your Partner Is Small?" You send this link to yourself too, careful not to leave a trace. Right now, your mind is reeling with the certainty that she’s fantasizing about <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. The jealousy burns deep, mingling with a strange, twisted arousal you can’t fully comprehend. [[Check her texts with Mr. Brown.|JessicaDate7][$p=12]] <<elseif $p eq 12>> You navigate to her conversation with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. As you skim through their texts, the anxiety that gripped you moments ago begins to fade. Most of their conversation is mundane—work-related discussions and the occasional office gossip. The last text by <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> was sent minutes ago, a reminder about a work event. That's why she must have looked at her phone... You were so sure they were flirting, maybe even cheating, especially after the way <jessica>Jessica</jessica> acted by the pool. But all you find in their texts is the echo of your own insecurity. And yet, despite the absence of anything incriminating, you find yourself hesitating. On a whim, and for reasons you can’t fully explain, you forward <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> selfie to yourself. [[Jessica returns.|JessicaDate7][$p=13]] <<elseif $p eq 13>> As <jessica>Jessica</jessica> returns from the shower, her skin still slightly damp and her hair wrapped in a towel, she gives you a soft smile. There's a glow about her, a sense of contentment that contrasts with the uncertainty still gnawing at you. <<JessicaTalk "Come on, babe, let's cuddle in the bed before you go.">> She doesn’t wait for a response, simply walking towards the bedroom. You follow, heart racing as you replay everything that’s just happened in your mind. The sight of the dildo, the way she used it, and the recent discovery on her phone—it all blends together, leaving you feeling both inadequate and strangely aroused. As you settle into bed beside her, she turns to face you, her expression softer now, more open. She looks like she wants to talk, and part of you hopes it’s about anything but what’s just happened, but you know better. <<JessicaTalk "You know, I’m really glad we talked earlier. I’ve been wanting to tell you about me being bisexual for a while. I was just nervous about how you'd react.">> You nod, reaching out to take her hand. <<MCTalk "It’s okay, Jess. I’m glad you told me. Honestly, I think it’s great. It doesn’t change how I feel about you at all. If anything, it makes me love you more, knowing that you trust me enough to share that.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> smiles, a look of relief washing over her face. <<JessicaTalk "I’m lucky to have someone like you, you know that? Someone who’s open-minded and accepting. Not everyone would be so cool about it.">> You squeeze her hand, trying to ignore the lingering doubts in the back of your mind. <<MCTalk "Of course. It’s part of who you are, and I love every part of you.">> [[She leans in, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek before settling back onto her pillow.|JessicaDate7][$p=14]] <<elseif $p eq 14>> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> turns with a playful smile, her fingers lightly tracing patterns on your chest. The air between you is warm and intimate, and she leans in close, her voice soft and teasing. <<JessicaTalk "You know, earlier... that toy... it really did the trick. I didn’t realize how much I missed that kind of satisfaction. I guess I forgot how good it can feel, you know?">> Her words are casual, but they hit you harder than you expected. The image of her using the dildo flashes in your mind, and with it, the confusing mix of arousal and inadequacy returns. <<MCTalk "Yeah, I could tell you were... enjoying yourself.">> She chuckles, a sound that’s equal parts playful and content. <<JessicaTalk "Yeah, it was pretty amazing. I mean, it’s not like I don’t enjoy what we do together, but sometimes, it’s nice to have... more, you know? Something that really fills me up.">> Her words are deliberate, designed to make you think. And they do. You can feel the tension in your chest, a tightness that comes from knowing she’s right, from knowing that there’s something she craves that you can’t quite provide. <<JessicaTalk "But, hey, that’s why toys exist, right? To give us a little extra when we need it.">> She says it with a smile, but the underlying message is clear. She’s satisfied, but not thanks to you. [[Jessica continues to talk|JessicaDate7][$p=15]] <<elseif $p eq 15>> <<JessicaTalk "You know, I could tell how much you enjoyed watching me earlier. I saw the way your eyes were glued to me, and how you couldn’t help yourself…">> Her words make your breath hitch. She’s right—you were captivated by the sight of her with the toy, and the memory of it sends a shiver of both arousal and discomfort through you. Part of you feels inadequate, knowing you couldn’t satisfy her the way the toy did, but another part of you is undeniably aroused by the idea. <<JessicaTalk "Watching you get off just from watching me… it was hot. Maybe it’s something we should explore more, hmm?">> As <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> words hang in the air, you feel a complicated mix of emotions swirling inside you. There’s a part of you that wants to stay, to explore whatever this new dynamic is between you two, but there’s another part that feels overwhelmed, uncertain of what all of this means for your relationship. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> seems to sense your hesitation, and her playful smile softens into something more understanding. She reaches out and gently cups your cheek, her thumb brushing over your skin. <<JessicaTalk "Hey, I didn’t mean to freak you out. I just want us to be open with each other, you know? Today was amazing, we both came, I finally gathered my courage to come out to you babe. I didn't mean to overwhelm you.">> You nod, appreciating her words but still feeling a bit out of your depth. You lean in to give her a soft kiss, wanting to reassure her—and maybe yourself—that everything is okay. <<MCTalk "I know, Jess. I just… need some time to process everything.">> She nods, her eyes full of understanding. <<JessicaTalk "Of course, babe. Take all the time you need.">> <<MCTalk "It's late, I have to go now.">> You quickly dress up and leave <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> home. You were too overwhelmed to stay next to her for another minute... The cool night air hits you as you step outside, and you take a deep breath, letting it calm your nerves. You start the walk home, your mind still replaying everything that happened tonight. There’s a lot to think about, a lot to sort through, but for now, you just try to focus on putting one foot in front of the other. <<link[[Go to your bedroom and go to sleep.|JessicaDate7]]>><<set $p to 16>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 16>> As you lie in bed, the silence of your room feels almost oppressive. You can’t stop thinking about the websites you saw on <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> phone. The titles, the questions—everything is gnawing at your mind, refusing to let you rest. Every time you close your eyes, you see the words staring back at you, mocking you. It’s impossible to ignore the sinking feeling in your gut, the creeping dread that you’re not enough for her. Eventually, you give up on trying to sleep. You reach for your phone, hesitating for just a moment before typing in the first of the links you sent to yourself: "What to Do If Your Partner Is Small?" As the article loads, your heart races with a mix of anxiety and a morbid curiosity that you can’t quite shake. The article begins by addressing the issue directly, framing it as something that many women face. The tone is gentle, almost sympathetic, but that doesn’t stop the words from stinging. <b>1. Sex Positions for a Smaller Penis</b> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Laptop/CowgirlSex.png" height=400></div> The first section discusses positions that are supposedly better suited for a smaller penis. You skim through the list—"woman on top," "doggy style with deep thrusts," and others that are meant to help with penetration. The article claims these positions can make the experience more satisfying for the woman. <mc><i>So, this is what she’s been thinking about? Trying to find ways to make it better… Is that why she rode me tonight, even when I asked her to change positions she got on top of me again...</i></mc> <<set $stress +=10>><<Stress>> The realization hits you hard. You feel embarassed, you can't satisfy your girlfriend and she’s been trying to figure out ways to enjoy sex more. You can’t help but feel inadequate, the factual knowledge that she is disappointed with you settling in your chest like a heavy weight. [[Keep scrolling|JessicaDate7][$p=17]] <<elseif $p eq 17>> <b>2. Oral and Finger Techniques</b> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Laptop/Cunningulus.jpg" height=400></div> The next part of the article talks about how oral sex and the use of fingers can make up for a smaller penis. The writer goes into detail about techniques that can enhance a woman’s pleasure, suggesting that these methods can be just as satisfying as penetration. <mc><i>I need to learn these techniques if I don't want to lose Jess. And I need to perform them much longer... I made an ass of myself by not eating her pussy enough...</i></mc> <b>3. Acceptance by the Woman</b> This part suggests that women should try to accept their partner’s size and focus on the emotional connection instead of the physical aspects of sex. The tone is almost patronizing, as if telling women to just deal with it if their partner is lacking in the size department. <mc><i>So, she’s supposed to just accept it? Pretend like everything’s fine while she’s clearly not sexually satisfied? That’s not fair to her…</i></mc> <<set $stress +=10>><<Stress>> You feel a pang of guilt. The idea that <jessica>Jessica</jessica> might be forcing herself to accept something she’s unhappy with makes you feel even worse. You want her to be genuinely satisfied, not just pretending for your sake. [[Keep scrolling|JessicaDate7][$p=18]] <<elseif $p eq 18>> <b>4. Introducing Larger Toys</b> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Laptop/Dildo.jpg" height=400></div> The next suggestion is to incorporate larger "toys" into the bedroom. The article discusses how this can bring a new level of satisfaction to a woman’s sex life, allowing her to experience the fullness she might be missing out on. <mc><i>That’s what tonight was about, wasn’t it? The toy… she was aching to feel what I can’t give her.</i></mc> <<set $stress +=10>><<Stress>> The image of <jessica>Jessica</jessica> using the dildo flashes in your mind again, but this time, it’s not arousing—it’s humiliating. She needed something bigger, something that could actually satisfy her. The thought makes your stomach churn with a mix of jealousy and shame. <b>5. Breaking Up Due to Lackluster Sex Life</b> The fifth point is the most painful to read. The article talks about how some women might decide that a small penis is a dealbreaker, leading them to end the relationship. It’s suggested that a lack of sexual satisfaction can erode the foundation of even the strongest partnerships. <mc><i>Would she leave me over this? She said she loves me, she said she cares about us. She wouldn't leave me, right?</i></mc> The idea of losing <jessica>Jessica</jessica> because of something you can’t control fills you with dread. Since the beginning of the relationship you’ve been insecure about your size, but now that insecurity feels like a ticking time bomb, threatening to blow up your relationship. [[Keep scrolling|JessicaDate7][$p=19]] <<elseif $p eq 19>> <b>6. Open Up the Relationship</b> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Laptop/OpenRelationship.jpg" height=400></div> The final section is the hardest to read. It discusses the possibility of opening up the relationship, allowing the woman to seek out sexual satisfaction with other men who might be better endowed. The article frames this as a potential solution for couples who want to stay together despite the issue. <mc><i>Is that what she’s been thinking? Does she want to be with someone else… someone bigger?</i></mc> <<set $stress +=10>><<Stress>> The thought of <jessica>Jessica</jessica> with another man, someone who can satisfy her in ways you can’t, is almost too much to bear. But there’s another emotion mixed in with the jealousy—arousal. It’s confusing, twisted, but you can’t deny it. The idea of her being pleasured by someone else… it stirs something deep within you, something you don’t fully understand. [[Finally you decide to face your fears, you decide to check the other link|JessicaDate7][$p=20]] <<elseif $p eq 20>> You click the "snowbunny69" link. The title of the article, "Why BBC is better" stares back at you, daring you to read on. Your curiosity, mingled with dread, compels you to continue. The article opens with testimonies from the author, after spending all her college years with her white boyfriend she realized she was missing the sexual pleasures of her friends. As you continue to read, author lists women's comments from the internet. Each recounting their experiences with both average-sized partners and those with BBC. Their words are vivid, almost reverent, describing not just the physical pleasure but the emotional and psychological impact of being with a man who could satisfy them in ways others couldn’t. <i>"It’s not just the size, it’s the way it makes you feel—completely fulfilled, like nothing else matters in the world,"</i> one woman writes. <i>"After being with a man like that, everything else feels like a compromise."</i> <mc><i>They talk about it like it’s a life-changing experience, something they’ll never forget. Did Clara get influenced by blogs like this?</i></mc> The blog continues, focusing on satisfaction. It cites studies and polls, suggesting that women who’ve been with men with BBC report higher levels of sexual and emotional satisfaction. The words seem to blur in front of your eyes... One poll asks women what size they prefer, and the overwhelming majority favor cocks over 8 inches... The cold, hard numbers are a stark reminder to you of what he’s up against, cocks which are double your size. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Laptop/SnowBunny3.jpg" height=600></div> Another statistic shows most porn search done by women have "big black dicks", "big black cocks" and "BBC" in them... <mc><i>If all these polls are true, it makes sense Clara lusted after "athletic black men" and ended up with Darius...</i></mc> [[Keep scrolling.|JessicaDate7][$p=21]] <<elseif $p eq 21>> The final section of the blog's article delves into the joys of interracial sex, framed by the author's own experiences and those she has curated from other women. The tone shifts from statistics and testimonies to something more personal, almost celebratory. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Laptop/Snowbunny.png" height=600></div> She describes the thrill of crossing boundaries, both societal and personal. The words paint a vivid picture of what she perceives as the unique pleasures of being with a black man. The sense of excitement, of breaking free from conventions, and the heightened intensity that comes with the experience. "It’s not just about size," she writes, "It’s the whole experience—feeling something different, something raw and powerful. There’s a primal connection that’s hard to put into words, but once you’ve felt it, you’ll never want to go back." She continues, explaining how interracial sex has changed her perspective on intimacy. She emphasizes how the emotional connection is heightened, describing a sense of being desired and worshipped in a way that feels different from her past relationships. "There’s a certain kind of passion that comes with it. You feel it in every touch, every kiss, every thrust. It’s like being with someone who isn’t just there to please themselves but to please you—to show you what you’ve been missing all this time." The blog wraps up with a call to action, encouraging women to embrace their desires and explore what the author believes is a more fulfilling sexual experience. "If you’ve ever been curious, if you’ve ever wondered what it’s like, don’t hold back. You deserve to feel fully satisfied, to know what it’s like to be with someone who can give you everything you’ve been craving." The final line hits hard: <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Laptop/SnowBunny2.jpeg" height=600></div> "Once you’ve had it, you’ll understand why so many women can’t get enough. It’s not just sex—it’s a revelation." [[Close your phone.|JessicaDate7][$p=22]] <<elseif $p eq 22>> After closing the screen, you lie back in bed, staring at the ceiling. The words from the blog keep echoing in your mind, intertwining with your insecurities. The idea that <jessica>Jessica</jessica> might desire something more, something you can’t give her, bothers you relentlessly. Your thoughts drift to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, the way he carries himself with confidence, the way his mucles shined under the sunlight, the way his huge bulge rubbed your lower back... You know <jessica>Jessica</jessica> notices that too, how couldn't she? Is she comparing you to him, the way <clara>Clara</clara> once compared you to <darius>Darius</darius>? You remember those nights, hearing <clara>Clara's</clara> moans from the other room as she was with <darius>Darius</darius>, their passion unmistakable and raw. The sound still haunts you, a constant reminder of what you couldn’t provide. <mc><i>What if Jessica feels the same way? What if she’s just too kind to say it out loud?</i></mc> The thoughts spiral further. You think about your size, about how inadequate you felt watching <jessica>Jessica</jessica> use that toy earlier. It wasn’t just the physical size of it; it was the way she looked at it, the way she moaned with it. <mc><i>Is that what she needs? Something bigger, something better? Am I just not enough for her?</i></mc> You can’t help but replay the scenes in your mind—<jessica>Jessica's</jessica> pleasure, <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> looming presence, <clara>Clara's</clara> submission to <darius>Darius</darius>. It all feels like a cycle, something you can’t escape from. The fear of losing <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, of her seeking out someone who can satisfy her in ways you can’t, becomes overwhelming. But then, as if trying to protect yourself from the crushing weight of these thoughts, you begin to rationalize. You remind yourself that this is just one blog, just one perspective. You start to downplay its significance. <mc><i>This can’t be the whole truth. Plenty of women are happy with their partners. This site is just trying to sell a fantasy, right? It’s catering to a specific audience. Jessica wouldn’t actually leave me for someone else... would she?</i></mc> The doubts still linger, but you push them down, convincing yourself that the blog is just exaggerating, that it’s not reflective of reality. You cling to the belief that you and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> can work through this, that she loves you for more than just physical satisfaction. <mc><i>It’s just a website. They’re probably catering to a niche, fringe audience with extreme preferences. People find happiness in many different ways. This site is just trying to sell a fantasy.</i></mc> Finally, you take a deep breath and put your phone to the side, trying to calm the storm of emotions raging within. You tell yourself that everything will be okay, that you and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> will be fine. You close your eyes, hoping sleep will come soon, though the doubts still whisper in the back of your mind. <<link[[Prepare to go to sleep.|My Room]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $jessicaquest to 7>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>><<set $claradarius to 1>> The evening air is thick with unspoken tension as you and <clara>Clara</clara> sit in the living room. The familiar surroundings and years of friendship make the silence between you feel even heavier. <clara>Clara</clara> is lounging on the couch, her usual relaxed demeanor hiding the awareness in her eyes. She knows something’s bothering you. Finally, you break the silence, your voice quieter than you intended. <<MCTalk "Clara, we need to talk about the other night. When Jessica and I were in the next room... we could hear you. You weren't just... being loud. You said things that made Jessica uncomfortable and made me... angry.">> <clara>Clara's</clara> expression remains casual, but there’s a slight arch to her brow as she responds. <<ClaraTalk "Oh, really? And what exactly did I say that bothered you so much?">> Her unapologetic attitude makes your fists clench in frustration. You try to keep your voice steady, but the anger slips through. <<MCTalk "You know exactly what you said. You were moaning about Darius' cock...">> <clara>Clara</clara> doesn't flinch. Instead, she leans back, crossing her legs with a nonchalant shrug. <<ClaraTalk "So what if I was? What's the big deal? Can’t I enjoy myself in my own bed? Should I suppress my pleasure just because you’re here? You bring your girlfriend over, don’t I get to have my fun too?">> You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. <<MCTalk "It wasn’t just that. What you said before—about black guys… it made things… complicated. I know you weren’t trying to mess with us, but… Jessica and I… we’re already dealing with stuff, and hearing that just made things worse.">> [[Clara looks like she understands why you are upset.|Clara Night9][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> <clara>Clara's</clara> expression softens, and she finally seems to understand the weight of your words. <<ClaraTalk "I wasn’t trying to complicate things, $name. We’ve been friends for years, and I’m honestly glad you’re with Jessica now. It’s good for you. And, well, it’s probably better for both of us.">> You blink, confused by her statement. <<MCTalk "Better for both of us? What do you mean?">> <clara>Clara</clara> sighs, looking at you with a mix of fondness and something else—something that feels like pity. <<ClaraTalk "$name, you had a crush on me for how long? And I kept turning you down because… well, I knew we wouldn’t work. You’re a great guy, but… I had my doubts about how things would be between us. I didn’t want to risk our friendship over something I was sure wouldn’t work out.">> Her words hit you like a punch to the gut. <clara>Clara</clara> never thought you’d be enough for her in the ways that mattered most to her. And now, with <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, those doubts are starting to feel all too real. You feel a lump forming in your throat, but you push on, trying to keep your voice steady. <mc><i>Does she think Darius, who bullies me and assaulted me is better?</i></mc> [[Tell Clara about Darius assaulting you.|Clara Night9][$p=3]] [[Don't confront Clara.|Clara Night9][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> As the conversation between you and <clara>Clara</clara> deepens, you feel the weight of the past weeks pressing down on you. You know you need to tell her the truth about <darius>Darius</darius>. Taking a deep breath, you decide it's now or never. <<MCTalk "Clara, there's something you need to know. Darius... he's not just some awesome guy you think he is. He's assaulted me twice. Once, he choked me at the gym, and another time, he bullied me in the university corridor.">> <clara>Clara's</clara> eyes widen in shock, her casual demeanor vanishing instantly. Her mouth opens as if to speak, but no words come out. Instead, she stares at you, stunned. <<ClaraTalk "What? He... he did that to you? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?">> Her voice trembles, the anger and disbelief evident in every word. She looks stricken, guilt washing over her features as she processes the information. <<MCTalk "I didn't want to make things complicated, and I... I didn’t want to upset you.">> <clara>Clara</clara> shakes her head, her expression softening as she reaches out and pulls you into a tight hug. Her embrace is warm, comforting, and you feel a wave of relief wash over you. <<ClaraTalk "I'm so sorry, $name. I had no idea. I never would have let him come here if I knew...">> Her voice is full of regret, and you can sense how terrible she feels. For the first time in a long while, you feel supported, understood by <clara>Clara</clara>. The confidence that comes from knowing <clara>Clara</clara> is on your side gives you the courage to tell her the rest. You pull back slightly, meeting her eyes. <<MCTalk "Clara, there's something else. Darius... he sent me pictures and videos of you two... while you were... you know.">> <clara>Clara's</clara> face goes pale, her eyes narrowing as anger flares up within her. <<ClaraTalk "What? He sent you those? I allowed him to take pictures and videos, but I never thought...">> Her voice trails off as the realization sinks in. Her shock quickly turns to fury, her hands trembling as she pulls out her phone. <<ClaraTalk "I’m not letting him get away with this.">> Without hesitation, <clara>Clara</clara> dials <darius>Darius'</darius> number. The moment he answers, she’s already seething. <<ClaraTalk "Darius, you listen to me right now. We're done. I don't ever want to see your face again, you hear me? You crossed the line, and I'm done with you. Fuck off and don’t contact me ever again!">> She hangs up abruptly, her hands still shaking from the intensity of her anger. You watch her, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction as the conversation unfolds. <clara>Clara's</clara> protective instincts, her anger on your behalf—it all makes you feel valued, like you truly matter to her. As she turns back to you, her expression softens again. <<ClaraTalk "I’m so sorry, $name. I should’ve known better. I’m glad you told me.">> You give her a small smile, feeling an immense weight lifted off your shoulders. <<MCTalk "Thanks, Clara. I’m glad we talked about this.">> For the first time in a long time, you feel genuinely good about how things are going with <clara>Clara</clara>. <<link[[Go to your room|Clara Night9]]>><<set $p to 7>><<set $claradarius to 0>><<set $stress -=30>><<Stress>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 4>> <<MCTalk "So, you think I’m not good enough for Jessica either?">> <clara>Clara's</clara> smile softens, and she shakes her head. <<ClaraTalk "No, it’s not like that. I’m supportive of you two, really. But… I think you know there are some things you might not be able to give her. It doesn’t mean you’re not a good partner, but… maybe you’re not everything she needs. And that’s okay, $name. Not every relationship is perfect. Just don’t let it get to you too much.">> Her words are like a gentle nudge, not meant to hurt but to remind you of what’s been simmering under the surface. The problems you’ve been trying to ignore, the inadequacies you’ve felt but haven’t fully faced. You nod slowly, unsure of how to respond. <clara>Clara's</clara> always been blunt, but there’s a tenderness in her words that makes it hard to be angry at her. <<MCTalk "Yeah, I guess you’re right. But hearing you with Darius… it just brought up a lot of stuff I wasn’t ready to deal with.">> <clara>Clara</clara> reaches out, placing a hand on your shoulder. <<ClaraTalk "Look, $name, I didn’t mean to make things harder for you. I just… I’m living my life, you know? You and Jessica will figure things out. You’ve always been good at that. Just… don’t let one night mess with your head too much, okay?">> You nod again, feeling a bit lighter, though the weight of your problems hasn’t fully lifted. <clara>Clara's</clara> words might sting, but they also bring a strange kind of comfort. She’s not judging you—she’s just being honest, in the way only a longtime friend can be. As the conversation winds down, you realize that <clara>Clara's</clara> not here to tear you down. [[Clara turns on your super-heroine show|Clara Night9][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> <clara>Clara</clara>, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, grabs the remote and clicks on the TV. <<ClaraTalk "Come on, let’s take your mind off things. How about an episode of that superheroine show? It’s the one with the badass fight scenes. You love it.">> You nod, grateful for the distraction, even if it’s temporary. As the show starts, the two of you settle into a comfortable silence. The action scenes and dramatic twists help pull your mind away from your insecurities, at least for a little while. But as the episode nears its end, things take a turn for the naughty part again. Heroine's boyfriend arrives to her place. Their chemistry is undeniable, and the scene quickly escalates into a full-blown sex scene. The sounds of their passion fill the room, and you can’t look away. <clara>Clara</clara> sits beside you, watching the scene with the same intensity. You can feel the tension in the room, the way both of you are captivated by what’s happening on screen. The bed in the scene creaks under the force of their movements, and then, with a loud crash, it breaks beneath them. The show’s exaggeration only heightens the raw energy of the moment. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/TV/ClaraTV5.mp4"/></div> As you watch the scene unfold on the TV, your mind begins to drift. The sight of the pale heroine and the towering black hero becomes a blur as another figure slips into your thoughts—<andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. His commanding presence, the effortless way he exudes confidence, his huge muscles and his huge bulge take over your imagination. You can almost see him in that same powerful role, breaking the bed with a white woman riding him, his dominance undeniable. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/DaydreamAndre2.mp4"/></div> The arousal hits you hard, sharper than anything you’ve felt before. It’s not just the act itself; it’s the way he allows her to take control while still being the one in charge, his authority and power undeniable. The scene on the screen suddenly feels weak, pale in comparison to the vivid image your mind has conjured up. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/TV/ClaraTV6.mp4"/></div> You shift uncomfortably, feeling a familiar stirring in your pants. The arousal, the frustration, the sense of inadequacy—it all blends together, leaving you conflicted. <<set $bbcinterest +=1>> [[The scene reaches its climax.|Clara Night9][$p=6]] <<elseif $p eq 6>> <<ClaraTalk "Well, that was… intense. Bet they’re going to need a new bed after that. What do you think, $name? Think you could handle something like that?">> <<MCTalk "I… I don’t know.">> Clara chuckles softly, her eyes never leaving the screen. <<ClaraTalk "Yeah, didn’t think so... Well I have to go to bed $name. See you later.">> [[Go to your room|Clara Night9][$p=7]] <<elseif $p eq 7>> <<if $claradarius eq 0>>You retreat to your room, closing the door behind you with a sense of relief and satisfaction washing over you. For once, it feels like things are falling into place. The knot of tension that’s been sitting in your chest for weeks finally begins to unwind. As you sit on the edge of your bed, a smile creeps onto your face. You can’t help but feel victorious. <darius>Darius</darius>, the guy who’s tormented you, bullied you, and tried to make your life miserable, is finally out of the picture. First, <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> made him back off, asserting his dominance in a way that left <darius>Darius</darius> shaken. And now, <clara>Clara</clara> has broken up with him, cutting him out of her life completely. You take a deep breath, letting the feeling of triumph settle in. It’s a rare moment of clarity—where everything seems to be working out in your favor. You’ve won, at least for now, and that thought brings a rush of confidence that you haven’t felt in a long time. <<elseif $claradarius eq 1>><<set $bbcinterest +=1>><<set $mccuck +=1>> Once inside, you close the door quietly, leaning against it for a moment as you catch your breath. The image of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> is still vivid in your mind, his power, his presence—it's overwhelming. You can’t shake the thought of him, and as you sit down on your bed, the urge to release all that pent-up energy takes hold. You turn on your laptop, hesitating only for a moment before typing in the familiar search: "BBC Porn". Your fingers move almost automatically, pulling up a site you’ve visited too many times lately. The screen fills with videos of powerful black men with white women, and you can’t help but feel the familiar rush of arousal. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Laptop/InterracialPorn.mp4"/></div> You click on a video of an amateur couple. As you watch, your mind drifts back to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. You imagine him in the role, his strong hands gripping the woman as she rides him, the sheer size of him making her gasp in pleasure. It’s too much—too intense. You feel your hand move, seeking that release, your thoughts consumed by the image of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and the overpowering sensation of being completely outclassed by him. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Dream/DaydreamAndre.mp4"/></div> The rest is a blur of heat and need, your thoughts tangled between the screen in front of you and the man you can’t stop imagining. You can't hold yourself back for much... When it’s finally over, you lie back, breathless and conflicted, the weight of what just happened pressing down on you. You <b>cum</b> to the idea of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> fucking a woman... <<set $arousal to 0>> But for now, all you can do is try to catch your breath and push those thoughts aside—at least until they come back again. <</if>> [[Your phone buzzes.|Clara Night9][$p=8]] <<elseif $p eq 8>> It's a message from <liya>Liya</liya>. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/LiyaPhoto.jpg" height=500></div> You open it, and there it is—a selfie of her lying on her bed, wearing a yellow bikini that leaves little to the imagination. Her big breasts are pushed together by her arms as she lays on the bed, giving you a breathtaking view of her full curves. She has that playful, teasing slight smile that always lights up the room. <<LiyaTalk "Told you I’d send you something special 😉. Hope this makes your night a little more fun. You did great today, $name. You’re amazing just the way you are. Sweet dreams! 💛">> You stare at the photo, your heart racing. You don’t know what to say. Every thought seems to blur together, a mix of awe, excitement, and a little bit of disbelief. <liya>Liya</liya> looks stunning, and the fact that she sent this to you specifically... it’s almost too much to process. <<MCTalk "Uh... wow. Thanks, Liya. I appreciate the encouragement today. The shoot went better than I thought, and, uh, this picture... It’s... really nice. 😅">> <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> <<link[[Prepare to go to sleep|My Room]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $claraquest to 10>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>><<set $sidemenu to 1>> <<NicoleTalk "Hey, $name! How are you feeling after the yoga class last week? I’ve been dying to hear how it went.">> <<MCTalk "It was amazing! I loved the class itself, and the yoga... It was just what I needed. Thanks so much for getting me in there, especially for free. I really appreciate it, Nicole.">> You smile, genuinely happy to share. <nicole>Nicole</nicole> beams with pride. <<NicoleTalk "I’m so glad to hear that! You’ve been working so hard, and it shows. You deserve every bit of this. And if you want to wear those leggings in your workouts don't hesitate. Darius cancelled his subscription and is no longer a member here.">> <mc><i>Did, did Mr. Brown do this? Darius is out of my<<if $claradarius eq 0>> and Clara's lives <<elseif $claradarius eq 1>>life<</if>>for good!</i></mc> <<MCTalk "Really? Thanks for informing me!">> You feel a sense of relief wash over you as Nicole reassures you. With <darius>Darius</darius> out of the picture, you’re more comfortable embracing your new look without fear of confrontation. You head over to the locker room, your heart racing with anticipation. [[Change into the leggings.|Gym8][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> After a few minutes, you step out of the locker room, now wearing the familiar leggings and crop top from the yoga class. The tight fabric hugs your curves, and the crop top shows off your midriff—feminine, firm, and delicate all at once. You can’t help but feel a bit self-conscious, but there’s also a thrill in wearing something that highlights the changes in your body. You are getting more and more used to wearing feminine clothings in public, every time you feel more liberated than the last. <nicole>Nicole's</nicole> eyes light up as she sees you. <<NicoleTalk "Wow, $name! You look absolutely fantastic. Those leggings really show off your hard work—and that crop top? Perfect choice. You’re not just brave for rocking that outfit—you’re beautiful, confident, and... honestly, you look amazing.">> Her words make you blush, but deep down, they resonate with you. As you stand there, taking in her compliments, you realize that you’re starting to believe them too. <mc><i>This wasn’t what I expected, but... I really love how I look. Everything about this outfit, everything about my body—it’s all starting to feel right. Even if there’s still a small part of me that’s confused, I can’t deny how good this feels.</i></mc> [[Start your workout.|Gym8][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> <nicole>Nicole</nicole> walks with you, wearing a confident smile. <<NicoleTalk "Alright, $name, let’s make the most of today’s session. We’re going to focus on your legs and glutes, just like we’ve been doing. I’m going to push you, but I know you can handle it. Ready?">> You nod, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. <nicole>Nicole's</nicole> encouragement is motivating, and having her by your side makes you feel more confident. You start with some warm-up stretches, <nicole>Nicole</nicole> guiding your movements to ensure proper form. After the warm-up, you move on to the main workout—squats, lunges, and leg presses, all targeting your lower body. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/MCGym10.jpg"> </div> As you squat, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Your legs now look undeniably feminine. They’re toned and shapely, with a delicate curve that makes them look even more girly. You can’t help but admire the progress you’ve made. <<NicoleTalk "Look at those legs, $name! All that hard work is really paying off. You’re shaping up beautifully.">> Her words make you smile, and you push through the sets with renewed determination. [[Work on your butt.|Gym8][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> When it’s time for glute exercises, you feel the familiar burn as you work through each repetition. As you finish a set of weighted squats, you instinctively pull up your leggings, adjusting them to fit snugly around your waist. The fabric clings to your curves, emphasizing your bubbly, round butt. You glance in the mirror again, noticing how feminine your rear looks—firm, well-defined, and elegantly sculpted. The reflection makes you pause. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/MCGym11.jpg"> </div> <mc><i>I can’t believe this is me… I look so girly, so… sexy. How did this happen? But I love it. I really do.</i></mc> <nicole>Nicole</nicole>, noticing your focus on the mirror, gives you a knowing smile. <<NicoleTalk "That’s right, $name. You’ve worked hard for this, and it shows. You’re looking fantastic.">> As you finish the session, your muscles aching in the best way, you catch one last look at yourself in the mirror. Your legs, toned and feminine, your butt, curvy and rounded—everything about you screams confidence. You find yourself feeling aroused, not just by the workout but by how you look—girly, sexy, and completely at ease in your own skin. As you are about to leave the gym, you’re filled with a mix of emotions. There’s still a small part of you that’s confused by all these changes, but you can’t deny how good it feels. You love how feminine you look and how confident you’ve become. It wasn’t what you expected, but you’re embracing it more and more each day. <<link[[Leave the gym.|Gym8]]>><<set $p to 5>><<set $sidemenu to 0>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $ass to 2>><<set $legs to 2>> <<set $legsbeauty to 2>><<set $assbeauty to 2>><<Beauty>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 5>> As you arrive home after another tough day at the gym, you can't help but admire the results of your efforts. Your curves make you proud, your mind doesn't generate thougts of hesitation about your body anymore. You have accepted you have a girly bottom and you feel free to love this. With the growing love in you, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> crosses your mind. With your new found confidence your insecurities after looking at her search history don't cross your mind. Feeling the buzz of excitement about tomorrow's date with <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, you grab your phone and send her a text, feeling the anticipation build. <<MCTalk "Hey babe, can't wait for tomorrow.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> replies quickly, her playful tone evident even in text. <<JessicaTalk "Mmm, me too. You better be ready for me.">> <<MCTalk "How about a little preview? Send me something to look forward to?">> <<JessicaTalk "Hmm, tempting… but only if you send me something first.">> <<MCTalk "How can I please my girlfriend?">> <<JessicaTalk "How about you wear those black boyshorts of mine? I missed to see your butt in them.">> You hesitate, feeling a surge of nervous energy, but then you glance down at your legs. The feminine curve of your thighs, the smoothness of your skin, the way your butt looks... you're proud of it, and the thought of showing it off to <jessica>Jessica</jessica> sends a thrill through you. <<if $panties neq "Black Boy Shorts">>You slip into <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> black boyshorts, the fabric snug against your hips, highlighting the curves you've worked so hard to achieve.<</if>>Standing in front of the mirror, you snap a few selfies, making sure to capture the best angles. You send one to <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, feeling both excited and confident. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/MCPhoto.jpeg" height=500></div> <<MCTalk "Hope you like what you see...">> [[Wait for her response.|Gym8][$p=6]] <<elseif $p eq 6>> It doesn't take long for <jessica>Jessica</jessica> to reply. <<JessicaTalk "Damn, babe. You've got me ready for tomorrow already">> <<MCTalk "Now, your turn. Give me something to dream about tonight.">> <<JessicaTalk "Alright, you earned it.">> You wait for a couple of seconds... When the notification of her incoming picture arrives, your anticipation builds. You can't wait to see her response to your little tease. <<JessicaTalk "This will be your view tomorrow, babe.">> [[The selfie arrives.|Gym8][$p=7]] <<elseif $p eq 7>> As you open <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> response, your breath catches in your throat. Her message comes with a full nude selfie, shot from a low angle that leaves nothing to the imagination. Her breasts, her smooth skin, and the inviting view of her pussy—all of it fills the screen. Part of her face is in the shot too, her expression clearly showing how pleased she is with your selfie. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/JessicaPhoto3.jpg" height=500></div> <mc><i>I let her down when I didn't eat her pussy long enough. This is clearly a message, I must act accordingly tomorrow!</i></mc> <<MCTalk "You look so lovely babe, cannot wait to see you tomorrow!">> <<JessicaTalk "Love you $name, see you tomorrow. I was about to sleep when you texted.">> <<link[[Prepare to Sleep...|My Room]]>><<set $gymquest to 9>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> The sun is beginning to set as you approach the café where you and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> agreed to meet. The evening air is cool, and the atmosphere inside the café is cozy and inviting. As you step inside, you spot Jessica at a corner table, her eyes lighting up as she sees you. She waves, and you make your way over, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date27.jpg" height=600></div> <<JessicaTalk "Hey, you! How was your week?">> She smiles warmly, her eyes taking you in from head to toe. You sit down across from her, trying to push away the anxious thoughts swirling in your mind. <<MCTalk "It was good, just the usual—classes, gym, you know. How about you?">> The small talk flows easily at first. You chat about your day, share a few laughs, and it feels nice. But underneath the surface, a sense of unease lingers. Ever since you caught <jessica>Jessica</jessica> browsing those articles about penis sizes, a small voice in the back of your mind has been whispering doubts. You feel yourself tensing up, wondering if she’s thinking about it now, if she’s comparing you to some ideal you can never meet. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> notices the slight change in your mood and tilts her head. <<JessicaTalk "You okay? You seem a little distracted.">> [[You hesitate for a moment, trying to find the right words.|JessicaDate8][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> <<MCTalk "It’s nothing… just been thinking a lot lately, you know? About us. About… me.">> <<JessicaTalk "What do you mean? Is something bothering you?">> You take a deep breath, unsure if you should bring it up... <<MCTalk "I guess I’ve just been feeling… a bit unsure about myself. You know, with all the changes I’ve been going through. And… I don’t know. Sometimes I worry about not being… enough.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date29.jpg" height=600></div> <<JessicaTalk "What? Babe, you’re more than enough. I don’t want you to feel like you have to change for me. I love who you are—and who you’re becoming. Really.">> Her words are reassuring, and although a part of you still feels uneasy, you nod, appreciating her support. After finishing your drinks, you both decide to take a walk, finding yourselves near a quiet park. The evening is peaceful, with only a few people scattered around. [[As you walk side by side, Jessica breaks the silence.|JessicaDate8][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> <<JessicaTalk "You know, I’ve been noticing your physical changes lately. Your workouts are really paying off—your legs, your butt… you look amazing.<<if $topbeauty >= 2 || $bottombeauty >= 2>> And your new clothes look so lovely and girly...<</if>> Honestly, you’re turning into a bit of a femboy.">> You stop in your tracks, her words catching you off guard. A mix of confusion and discomfort washes over you. <mc><i>A femboy? What’s that supposed to mean?</i></mc> <<JessicaTalk "It’s just a term for guys who embrace a more feminine look. It’s not a bad thing—it’s actually really hot. And you… well, you’ve got the legs and the butt for it now. You’re looking more feminine in such a beautiful way.">> Her words hang in the air, and you can’t help but feel self-conscious. Years of societal expectations, the way you were raised, and the idea of what it means to be a "man" swirl in your mind. <<MCTalk "I don’t know… It’s just… I never thought of myself like that. Do you really like it? I mean, do you still find me attractive?">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date28.jpg" height=600></div> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> stops walking and turns to face you, her expression sincere with a smile on her face. <<JessicaTalk "Babe, I love it. I love how you look, how confident you’re becoming. But I can see this is tough for you. Are you okay with the changes? With, you know, embracing this side of yourself?">> <<MCTalk "It’s just… I don’t know, Jess. I’ve always thought I had to be a certain way, act a certain way. And now… with everything changing, it’s hard to wrap my head around it. I don’t know if I’m ready to be… a femboy, or whatever you call it.">> You sigh, running a hand through your hair, feeling the weight of your conflicting emotions. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> gently takes your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. <<JessicaTalk "I get that, really. This is new, and it’s okay to feel unsure. I went through a similar thing when I was discovering I was bisexual. You don’t have to label yourself or fit into any box. Just be you, and if that means you’re a bit more feminine now, that’s okay. I find you incredibly attractive, you know? Honestly, you’re even more beautiful now than when we first met. There's just something about the way you’ve changed… it’s like you’re becoming the best version of yourself, and I can’t take my eyes off you. But you should do what feels right for you.">> [[Your eyes tear with the show of support from your loving girlfriend.|JessicaDate8][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> You nod, appreciating her support, but the doubts still linger. The idea of being seen as a femboy is a lot to process, and part of you resists it. You’ve spent years trying to fit into the mold of what a "man" should be, and now, everything feels so different. <<MCTalk "Thank you for accepting me for the way I am... .I just don’t know if I’m ready to accept that part of myself, fully...">> <<JessicaTalk "You don’t have to rush it. We’re in this together, and I’m here for you no matter what. You’ve got nothing to worry about.">> Her words bring a sense of relief, easing some of the tension you’ve been carrying. The resistance inside you doesn’t completely fade, but knowing that <jessica>Jessica</jessica> is not only accepting but actually loving your transformation helps you feel more at ease. <<MCTalk "Thanks, Jess, I guess I’m still getting used to everything. But it helps, knowing you’re into it.">> After your heartfelt conversation in the park, you both feel lighter, closer, and ready to spend the rest of the evening together. [[Jessica suggests heading back to her place.|JessicaDate8][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> The walk back is filled with light banter and laughter, but the underlying tension of what's to come lingers in the air. As soon as you enter her apartment, the atmosphere shifts. The familiar surroundings bring a sense of comfort, but the anticipation of what's about to happen keeps your heart racing. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> closes the door behind you, and before you can say anything, she pulls you into a passionate kiss. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date30.jpg" height=500></div> Her lips are soft and inviting, and you melt into the kiss, your arms wrapping around her waist as she presses her body against yours. The heat between you builds quickly, and soon you find yourselves stumbling toward the bedroom, your hands exploring each other eagerly. <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> As the two of you tumble onto the bed, your lips locked in a passionate kiss, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> shifts her focus. Breaking the kiss, she looks into your eyes with a playful yet tender smile, and you feel your heart race in anticipation. [[Make love to Jess.|JessicaDate8][$p=6]] <<elseif $p eq 6>> <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> hands begin to roam over your body, but this time, her touch feels different—more deliberate, more intimate. She trails her fingers lightly down your chest and over your slender waist, deliberately avoiding your erection. Her touch sends shivers through you, but it’s not like anything you’ve felt before. There’s something so… sensual about the way she’s handling you. With a sultry and low voice: <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaSex28.jpg"></div> <<JessicaTalk "You’re so beautiful like this, babe. I want to touch you… like you’re the most delicate, stunning thing I’ve ever seen.">> Her words make your breath hitch, and you feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness. You’ve never been touched like this, never been made to feel so… feminine. <mc><i>Why is she touching me like this? Shouldn’t she be focusing on my dick?</i></mc> <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> hands glide over your hips, then down to your legs. She lingers there, exploring the soft curves of your thighs with gentle caresses. Her fingers brush along the smooth skin of your legs, teasing your inner thighs as she works her way back up, making sure to savor every inch of your body. You find yourself melting into her touch, your body responding to the way she’s caressing you. This time she didn't rush to give you a blowjob. It’s so different from the usual foreplay—there’s no rush, no urgency, just pure, slow exploration. When <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> hands reach your ass, she gives it a light squeeze, then continues her exploration, her fingertips tracing the curve of your butt. You gasp softly, your breath catching as she leans in to place soft kisses on your skin, working her way up to your back, then back down to your hips. She murmurs between her kisses. <<JessicaTalk "You have such a perfect ass, I love how soft and round it is… how feminine you look.">> Her words make your head spin, and you feel your body flush with warmth. You can’t help but feel a little self-conscious, but at the same time, you’re incredibly turned on by how she’s treating you. [[Jess shifts her position.|JessicaDate8][$p=7]] <<elseif $p eq 7>> She shifts her position, straddling your waist as her hands continue to roam over your body, touching and exploring without ever going near your dick. Instead, she focuses entirely on your curves, on the softness of your skin, on the way your body responds to her touch. You close your eyes, losing yourself in the sensations. Every touch, every caress feels like she’s worshipping you, appreciating you for who you are in a way that makes you feel… beautiful. <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> <mc><i>I’ve never felt like this before… is this what it’s like to be touched like… a woman? I kind of like it… this feeling of being cherished.</i></mc> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaSex29.jpg"></div> Her lips meet yours again, this time softer, more tender, as if she’s pouring all of her affection into the kiss. You can feel her love for you in every movement, every brush of her lips, and it makes your heart swell with emotion. She pulls back just enough to whisper against your lips. <<JessicaTalk "You’re perfect just the way you are, babe. I want you to feel that… feel how much I adore every inch of you.">> Her words sink deep into your heart, and you realize that for the first time, you’re truly starting to believe them. You’re beautiful, you’re loved, and right now, that’s all that matters. As her hands continue to explore your body, you feel yourself becoming more relaxed, more comfortable with the way she’s treating you. The last remnants of your resistance begin to melt away, replaced by the warmth of her love and acceptance. <<JessicaTalk "You ready to make me feel as good as I just made you feel?">> [[Finally, she leans back and gazes down at you with a look of pure adoration.|JessicaDate8][$p=8]] <<elseif $p eq 8>> You kiss your way down her body, savoring every inch of her skin until you reach her thighs. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> spreads her legs for you, her breath hitching as you position yourself between them. You waste no time, diving in and giving her the oral attention you know she wants, no she needs it. Your tongue works expertly, teasing and tasting, and soon <jessica>Jessica</jessica> is gasping and moaning your name. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaSex30.jpg"></div> Her hands tangle in your hair, pulling you closer as she rides the waves of pleasure you’re giving her. You love the way she responds to you, the way she loses herself in the moment. It makes you feel powerful, in control, even as you’re kneeling between her legs, eager to please her. Just when you think things are about to progress further, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> gently pushes you away, catching you off guard. She smiles down at you, her eyes filled with mischief as she reaches over to her nightstand and pulls out a familiar dildo. <<JessicaTalk "I need this today, babe. I want to cum so bad…">> [[You watch in stunned silence as she positions herself, the toy in hand, and begins to pleasure herself.|JessicaDate8][$p=9]] <<elseif $p eq 9>> Your heart races as you watch her, every moan and gasp driving you closer to the edge, but you don’t move. You’re transfixed, unable to tear your eyes away as she brings herself closer and closer to orgasm. <mc><i>Oh god, she’s really using that thing again… it’s so big…</i></mc> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaSex31.jpg" height=600></div> Her movements become more frantic, her breath ragged as she nears her climax. You can feel yourself throbbing, aching for release, but you hold back, letting her have this moment. In order not to cum, you don't even touch your rock hard dick. <mc><i>I can’t stop watching… the way she’s moving, the sounds she’s making… it’s driving me crazy.</i></mc> And then, with a final cry of pleasure, she cums, her body trembling as the waves of ecstasy wash over her. You’re left panting, on the edge of your own release, but before you can do anything, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> rolls over, smiling lazily at you. <<JessicaTalk "I'm exhausted $name, I came so hard... You can go finish up in the bathroom, babe.">> Her words hit you like a bucket of cold water. You were so close, so ready to be inside her, but now… you’re left with nothing but frustration. Still, you nod, trying to hide your disappointment as you get up and head to the bathroom. [[Defeated, you go to the bathroom.|JessicaDate8][$p=10]] <<elseif $p eq 10>> Once inside, you try to focus, but your mind is still reeling from what just happened. You start touching yourself, but the excitement from earlier has faded, and your erection starts to go limp. Frustration builds as you try to get back into the mood, but it’s no use. You’re too worked up, too disappointed that you didn’t get to finish the way you wanted. You try to cum for minutes to no avail. <mc><i>What’s wrong with me? Why is this happening? I’m supposed to be the one making love to her, not that huge dildo.</i></mc> Suddenly, the bathroom door opens, and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> steps inside. She takes one look at you, her expression softening as she sees your struggle and your limp small dick. <<JessicaTalk "Is everything okay, babe?">> You feel a flush of embarrassment, unable to meet her eyes. You don’t know how to explain what’s wrong, how to tell her that you’re frustrated and disappointed. But <jessica>Jessica</jessica> seems to understand without you saying a word. <<JessicaTalk "You liked watching me with the toy last time, right? How about I give you another show?">> Before you can even respond, she’s already moving back to the bedroom. With a graceful ease, she returns with the large dildo, her hands trailing down her body as she teases you with every motion. The sight of her, naked and confident, sends a surge of arousal through you that you can’t contain. She starts to lick the tip of the dildo and rub her clit. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date31.jpg" height=600></div> [[You watch her mesmerized.|JessicaDate8][$p=11]] <<elseif $p eq 11>><<set $MCcuck +=1>> The scene unfolds in slow, deliberate motion as <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, already dressed in nothing but her confidence, moves with purpose. You watch, your breath caught in your throat, as she picks up the dildo, her fingers wrapping around the base with a familiarity that both excites and unnerves you. She brings it to her lips, her eyes locking onto yours, and you feel a shiver run down your spine. Without breaking eye contact, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> begins to give a blowjob on the dildo, her tongue tracing the length of it in slow, sensual movements. Her lips part slightly as she takes it into her mouth, and you can’t help but marvel at the way she works it, like she’s done this a thousand times before. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date32.jpg" height=600></div> Your mouth goes dry, and you can feel your heart pounding in your chest as you watch her. She’s putting on a show, and she knows exactly what she’s doing to you. The way she moves, the way her eyes never leave yours—it’s intoxicating. You feel an intense mix of embarrassment and arousal, but you can’t look away. She’s in control, and you’re utterly captivated by her performance. <<Arousalincrease 40>><<Arousal>> [[You slowly jerk your dick and watch her in awe.|JessicaDate8][$p=12]] <<elseif $p eq 12>> After what feels like an eternity, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> pulls away, her lips leaving the dildo glistening with her saliva. She gives you a sly smile, her eyes filled with mischief, before turning around slowly, presenting her perfect ass to you. You can’t help but stare as she bends over, placing her hands on the edge of the bathtub. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date33.jpg" height=500></div> She teases you for a moment, running the tip of the dildo along her folds, wetting it with her juices. Then, with a deliberate slowness that makes your heart race, she begins to ease it inside herself. You can see the way her body stretches to accommodate the size of the toy, and the sight is mesmerizing. Her moans, soft at first, grow louder as she pushes the dildo deeper, her hips rocking in a steady rhythm. <<link[[Masturbate as you watch Jessica.|JessicaDate8]]>><<set $p to 13>><<set $jessicadate8firstchoice to 1>><</link>> <<link[[Ask for permission to masturbate as you watch Jessica.|JessicaDate8]]>><<set $p to 13>><<set $jessicadate8firstchoice to 2>><</link>> <<link[[Encourage Jessica as you masturbate.|JessicaDate8]]>><<set $p to 13>><<set $jessicadate8firstchoice to 3>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 13>> <<if $jessicadate8firstchoice eq 1>> Her moans fill the bathroom, echoing off the walls and wrapping around you like a vice. Each one makes you harder, more desperate. <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> free hand grips the edge of the bathtub for support as she pushes herself closer to the edge. You can see the tension building in her body, her muscles tightening as she nears her climax. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date34.jpg" height=500></div> Your hand moves to your throbbing erection almost instinctively, your fingers trembling as you begin to stroke yourself. The slick sounds of her pleasure mix with your own shallow breathing, and you can’t help but match your rhythm to the movements of her hips. Every moan, every gasp she makes, sends a jolt of electricity through you, driving you closer to the edge. <mc><i>She’s so beautiful… the way she moves, the way she loses herself… I can’t stop watching.</i></mc> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> doesn’t even glance your way, completely immersed in her own ecstasy. The way her body arches, the way her hips buck as she pushes the dildo deeper—it’s mesmerizing. Your strokes become faster, more desperate, as you feel the pressure building inside you, your body trembling with the need for release. With a final, deliberate thrust, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> lets out a cry of pleasure, her body trembling as the orgasm rips through her. She’s sitting on the edge of the bathtub now, her toes curling in pleasure as the waves of ecstasy wash over her. Her cries push you over the edge, and you climax hard, your body shaking with the intensity of your release. <mc><i>It’s all too much… the sight of her, the sounds she makes… I couldn’t hold back even if I tried.</i></mc> As your breathing slows, <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> eyes finally meet yours. Her satisfied smile tells you she knew exactly what was happening. She leans in and presses a soft kiss to your cheek, leaving you with the undeniable realization of how easily you climaxed just by watching her. <<elseif $jessicadate8firstchoice eq 2>><<set $sub +=1>> Her moans fill the bathroom, echoing off the walls and wrapping around you like a vice. Each one makes you harder, more desperate. <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> free hand grips the edge of the bathtub for support as she pushes herself closer to the edge. You can see the tension building in her body, her muscles tightening as she nears her climax. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date34.jpg" height=500></div> You feel the unbearable tension growing inside you, your arousal so overwhelming that you can’t resist any longer. Tentatively, you clear your throat, your voice shaky as you stammer. <<MCTalk "Jessica… can I… can I touch myself while I watch you?">> Jessica glances over her shoulder, her expression one of amused superiority. Her lips curve into a smirk, and she pauses her movements, holding the dildo firmly in place as she considers your request. <<JessicaTalk "You want to touch yourself, huh? Watching me like this gets you that desperate?">> Her words make you feel small, vulnerable, but you nod quickly, unable to deny the truth. You realize how acting like this makes you even hornier! <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> <<MCTalk "Yes… please.">> <<JessicaTalk "Go ahead baby.">> Jessica chuckles, the sound dripping with dominance as she resumes moving the dildo, thrusting it slowly in and out of her glistening folds. You swallow hard, your hand trembling as you wrap it around your aching length. You begin stroking yourself slowly, your eyes never leaving her body as she continues to pleasure herself with the toy. Every moan, every gasp she makes feels like a command, driving you closer to the edge. <<JessicaTalk "That’s it, babe. Keep watching. I know you can’t take your eyes off me.">> Her voice is like honey, sweet and laced with control, and it makes you feel completely powerless. You’re at her mercy, and the realization only makes your arousal burn hotter. With a final, deliberate thrust, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> lets out a cry of pleasure, her body trembling as the orgasm rips through her. She’s sitting on the edge of the bathtub now, her toes curling in pleasure as the waves of ecstasy wash over her. You can feel yourself teetering on the edge, the sight of <jessica>Jessica</jessica>'s orgasm sending shockwaves through your body. As her moans subside and her breathing evens out, the tension in your body becomes unbearable. Unable to hold back any longer, you let out a low groan as you reach your climax, your release hitting you with an intensity that leaves you trembling. Jessica looks over at you, her cheeks flushed from exertion, and a satisfied smirk plays on her lips. <<JessicaTalk "Oh baby, you couldn’t even wait for me to say you could finish, huh? Someone was really desperate.">> <<MCTalk "I-I couldn’t help it. You know, I find you too sexy baby.">> Jessica chuckles softly, her laughter warm and genuine. <<JessicaTalk "It’s okay, babe. I guess I can forgive you this time.">> She says with a wink, leaning in to press a tender kiss to your cheek. The soft brush of her lips sends a flutter through your chest, and you can’t help but smile back at her. For now, you’re content to bask in the afterglow, the memory of her dominance mixed with her playful affection leaving you both exhilarated and curious about what the future. <<elseif $jessicadate8firstchoice eq 3>> Her moans fill the bathroom, echoing off the walls and wrapping around you like a vice. Each one makes you harder, more desperate. <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> free hand grips the edge of the bathtub for support as she pushes herself closer to the edge. You can see the tension building in her body, her muscles tightening as she nears her climax. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date34.jpg" height=500></div> Your breath catches as you take her in—the way she moves, the toy glistening as it disappears inside her, and the flushed look of pure pleasure on her face. You can’t resist any longer. Slowly, you wrap your hand around yourself, stroking in time with her movements. Your voice is low and shaky as you murmur. <<MCTalk "You look so amazing, Jess… so beautiful.">> Jessica’s eyes flutter open for a moment, catching yours. Her lips curl into a soft smile before a shuddering moan escapes her. Emboldened, you continue, your words tumbling out between breaths. <<MCTalk "You’re incredible… the way you move… the way you sound…">> Her movements become more deliberate, her hips rocking harder as she responds to your encouragement. Jessica gasps, her head tilting back as the dildo plunges deeper. The sight of her body trembling, the sheer intensity of her pleasure, makes your chest tighten. <<MCTalk "That’s it, Jess… let yourself go!">> With a final, deliberate thrust, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> lets out a cry of pleasure, her body trembling as the orgasm rips through her. Her hand clutches the edge of the bathtub, her toes curling as the waves of ecstasy wash over her. You can’t look away, the vision of her lost in bliss searing itself into your mind. The tension inside you snaps seconds later, your climax rushing through you with dizzying force. You groan, your body shaking as you release, the sound mingling with Jessica’s final soft sighs of pleasure. As the two of you catch your breath, Jessica glances at you, her smile warm but teasing. <<JessicaTalk "I guess we both had fun, huh?">> You chuckle, the intimacy of the moment settling between you. <</if>><<set $arousal to 0>> [[Clean up and return to the bedroom with Jess.|JessicaDate8][$p=14]] <<elseif $p eq 14>> After the intense moment in the bathroom, you both collapse onto the bed, exhausted but content. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> wraps her arms around you, pulling you close. Her skin is warm against yours, her heartbeat steady as you lie there in the comfortable silence. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date35.jpg" height=500></div> <<JessicaTalk "You know… that was the biggest orgasm I've ever seen you have. Your whole body was shaking.">> <<MCTalk "Yeah… I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything like that before.">> <<JessicaTalk "It seemed like watching me with the dildo really did something to you. I could see it in your eyes… you loved it...">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> tilts her head, her fingers gently tracing patterns on your chest. Her words hang in the air, and you feel a mixture of emotions—excitement, confusion, and something you can’t quite name. <<MCTalk "I guess… yeah, I did. It was intense, seeing you like that. So in control… and the way your pussy stretched…">> <<JessicaTalk "It’s okay, you know. You don’t have to feel weird about it. I loved that you were into it. It’s kind of hot knowing you enjoy watching me get off, even when you’re not involved directly.">> She smiles, kissing your forehead softly. You swallow hard, her words sinking in. <<MCTalk "I guess I didn’t realize how much I liked it until now. It’s different… but not in a bad way.">> <<JessicaTalk "I’m glad you’re being honest with yourself. It doesn’t change how I feel about you. In fact, it makes things more interesting, don’t you think? And we both get to cum, cum really hard with the dildo involved.">> The two of you continue to cuddle, the warmth of her body against yours grounding you. There’s something comforting in the realization that this new dynamic doesn’t threaten your relationship but adds another layer to it. <<link[[Go Home.|JessicaDate8]]>> <<set $p to 15>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 15>> As you walk home in the cool night air, the events of the evening replay in your mind. The memory of <jessica>Jessica</jessica> in the bathroom, so confident and in control, keeps surfacing. You can't shake the way she looked—how effortlessly she seemed to know exactly what you needed, even if you didn’t. <mc><i>I just want to please her… but I couldn’t even do that. Why couldn’t I look away? She knew exactly what she was doing in the bathroom.</i></mc> The frustration lingers, a sense of inadequacy that you can’t quite let go of. Even in the midst of your own frustration, you were captivated by her. The way she moved, the way she took control… You replay the moment you couldn’t hold back, your body trembling as you came, simply from watching her. <mc><i>Jessica seems to be okay with this, even accepts this… maybe I can too.</i></mc> The thought lingers as you step inside, feeling a quiet confidence. You have started to accept your body the way it is. The only insecurity you have left is your small dick and not making your beloved girlfriend climax... You’re still figuring things out, but tonight, you took another step toward understanding yourself—and that’s enough for now. <<link[[You arrive home.|My Room]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $jessicaquest to 8>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>><<set $sidemenu to 1>><<set $yogaperv to 0>> You step into the yoga studio, greeted by the familiar faces of the all-women group. The room is filled with soft chatter and the sound of stretching limbs, the atmosphere calm and welcoming. You find your spot on the mat and start to settle in, feeling more comfortable with each session. The instructor, <lily>Lily</lily>, is at the front of the class, her movements fluid and graceful as she guides everyone through the warm-up poses. The group flows through the session together, moving from Warrior pose to Downward Dog, each stretch helping you feel more connected with your body. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/YogaClass4.jpg"></div> As you ease into the final poses, you notice <lily>Lily</lily> moving around the room, adjusting some of the women’s postures. She’s close by, her form catching your eye. You hesitate, trying to keep your focus on your breathing. <<link[[Check her out.|Gym9]]>><<set $p to 2>><<set $yogaperv +=1>><</link>> <<link[[Don't check her out.|Gym9]]>><<set $p to 3>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 2>> You can't resist. Your gaze drifts toward <lily>Lily</lily> as she adjusts another woman’s posture. Her toned, athletic body is captivating, every muscle defined and graceful. Your eyes linger on her sports bra, which, though relatively small, provides a surprisingly good view of her cleavage. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/Lily.jpg" height=600></div> Just as you’re taking it all in, she turns her head, and your eyes lock with hers. For a moment, everything else fades as her blue eyes meet yours. The connection lasts only a second, but it feels like an eternity. Your face flushes with embarrassment, and you quickly look away, trying to focus on the next pose. But the image of her lingers in your mind, making it hard to concentrate. You push through the rest of the class, determined to stay focused despite the lingering heat in your cheeks. [[Take a shower and prepare to go home.|Gym9][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> You resist the temptation to glance at <lily>Lily</lily>, instead focusing on your breathing and the rhythm of the yoga flow. Each movement feels fluid, helping you stay centered and grounded. You feel a sense of calm wash over you as you move through the poses with ease. The class continues without any further distractions, and you find yourself completely immersed in the practice. By the time it ends, you feel relaxed and content, having fully enjoyed the session. As you roll up your mat, you exchange a smile with <lily>Lily</lily>, grateful for another peaceful class. [[Take a shower and prepare to go home.|Gym9][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>> After the yoga class, you head to the locker room, realizing that the session had gone longer than you expected. The gym is quiet now, with most people already having left. You grab your towel and head to the men’s shower area, feeling the slight ache in your muscles from the intense session. The warm water cascading over your body is soothing, washing away the tension as you let yourself relax. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/GymShower1.jpg" height=500></div> As you stand under the spray, lost in thought, you suddenly hear the sound of footsteps approaching. Before you can react, two women from the yoga class—a blonde and a brunette—enter the men’s shower area. Their eyes widen as they see you standing there, completely naked. [[Cover your small penis.|Gym9][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> You freeze in place, quickly covering your small penis with your hands, but it’s too late—they’ve already seen everything. Their expressions shift from surprise to understanding, and you can see them trying to remain calm and respectful. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/GymShower2.jpg" height=600></div> <b>"Oh my god, we’re so sorry!"</b> the blonde exclaims, her eyes wide with shock. <b>"We didn’t think anyone would be in here. The women's showers were all full, and we thought we’d just use the men's since it's so late."</b> You turn your back to them slightly to make sure your penis is out of their sight. Your heart races in your chest, embarrassment flooding your veins as the situation unfolds. You stand there, heart pounding, unsure of what to say or do. The situation feels surreal, and you can’t help but feel exposed in more ways than one. You can barely find your voice to respond, still trying to process what’s happening. They glance at each other, a brief look of concern passing between them before the brunette speaks up, her tone gentle and reassuring. The blonde glances at you again, her gaze lingering on your smooth legs and feminine curves. <b>"You’re safe with us, though. We’re allies. We totally support trans women, and you look amazing, by the way."</b> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/GymShower3.jpg" height=500></div> Your mind spins as you try to comprehend their words. They think you're a trans woman. The thought hits you like a wave, and for a moment, you consider correcting them—but the words stick in your throat. Before you can muster a response, they both turn to leave, but not before the blonde, with a playful smirk, adds, <b>"By the way, you've got an amazing ass!"</b> The compliment sends another jolt of shock through you, leaving you speechless. You stand there, dripping wet and completely stunned, as they move to another shower booth. The sound of water running resumes, but you’re too caught up in your thoughts to focus on anything else. <<Arousalincrease 10>><<Arousal>> As the water continues to flow over you, you can’t help but replay their words in your mind. The shock gradually gives way to a strange mixture of feelings—confusion, arousal, and a small sense of pride. <i>Maybe</i>, in some way, they saw something in you that you hadn’t fully acknowledged yourself. <<link[[Finish your shower and go home.|Mom Talk1]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $sidemenu to 0>><<set $gymquest to 10>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> As you settle into your room after the yoga class, the evening quiets down. You change into something more comfortable and let your muscles relax, still buzzing with the satisfaction of the workout. Just as you’re about to unwind for the night, your phone buzzes with a video call request. It’s <ophelia>Mom</ophelia>. You didn't talk with her at all after you arrived in college. She had said she would call you every weekend but you guess she gave you space to enjoy your newfound freedom. But tonight, she’s decided to check in. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Hometown/Mom.jpg" width=500></div> You take a deep breath and accept the call. Her familiar, glamorous face fills the screen—<ophelia>Ophelia</ophelia> the ever-elegant. Her blonde hair is perfectly styled, and she’s wearing one of those chic outfits she’s always been known for. She greets you with a bright smile, her eyes scanning your face through the screen. <<OpheliaTalk "Hey, sweetie! It’s been too long! You look great. Your skin is glowing, and... is that your hair? It’s getting pretty long!">> There’s a hint of surprise in her voice, and you can tell she’s trying to keep it light, but her expression says more. She never let you grow your hair out this much as a child, always insisting on a neat, boyish cut. <<MCTalk "Yeah, I’ve been taking better care of my skin and uh, I guess the hair’s just... growing out.">> <<OpheliaTalk "It looks... different. But I guess that’s what happens when you’re living on your own now, huh?">> She laughs, though there’s a trace of something else behind it—maybe unease or just a mother’s instinct kicking in. The comment sticks with you but you try to sound casual. <<MCTalk "Yeah, I guess so">> [[Mom asks about Clara.|Mom Talk1][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> <<OpheliaTalk "So, how’s Clara? Still keeping you in check?">> She asks with a playful grin, changing the subject. <clara>Clara's</clara> always been the more outgoing and social one, and your <ophelia>mother</ophelia> knows it. <mc><i>She is keeping "athletic black men" in check...</i></mc> <<MCTalk "Clara’s good. Busy with school, like me. We get along pretty well.">> <<OpheliaTalk "Good to hear. And what about you, sweetie? Found a job yet? Maybe even a girlfriend?">> <<MCTalk "Actually, yeah, I’ve been working at a café, and... well, I’ve been seeing someone. Her name’s Jessica.">> Her face lights up. But then her eyes flicker back to your hair, and her smile falters just slightly. <<OpheliaTalk "Oh, that’s wonderful! But, sweetie, about your hair... I mean, it’s your choice, but don’t you think it’s getting a bit... girlish?">> You feel a pang in your chest. She doesn’t say it harshly, but the words cut deeper than you expected. You knew she’d notice, and part of you dreaded this moment. She raised you as a boyish boy, always emphasizing the masculine traits she admired. And now, here you are, feeling more feminine by the day, your reflection in the mirror telling a different story. <mc><i>Thankful she doesn't know I have a very girly ass and legs now, with no body hair left...</i></mc> [[Mom doesn't let the hair topic go...|Mom Talk1][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> <<OpheliaTalk "So, does your girlfriend approve of that look?">> She tries to keep her tone light, but you can sense the concern lurking beneath her words. Her voice teasing yet pointed. The question hangs in the air, bringing a new wave of uncertainty. <<MCTalk "She... likes it...">> <<OpheliaTalk "Well, as long as she’s happy. I’ve missed you, sweetie. You and your sister. Elizabeth is still out of the country. Another two months, and then she’s back.">> <<MCTalk "Yeah, I'm sure you missed us a lot mom.">> <<OpheliaTalk "Take care of yourself, okay? And call me often. I miss our talks.">> <<MCTalk "I will, Mom. I miss you too.">> With a final smile, she says goodbye, and the screen goes dark. You’re left alone in your room, the weight of the conversation settling in. The internal conflict stirs again, tugging at you as you reflect on the changes, the choices, and the path you’re on. [[Put the phone away.|Mom Talk1][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> After the call ends and you hang up the phone, the silence in your room feels almost deafening. You look at your reflection in the mirror, your <ophelia>mother's</ophelia> words lingering in your mind. One month has passed since you started college, and the changes in your life and yourself are striking. You run your fingers through your hair, now longer and softer than it was just a few weeks ago. You think about how much you’ve changed—physically, emotionally, and mentally. In just one month your whole world has started to shift. You can’t help but remember the thoughts that have been occupying your mind recently. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. The fantasies you’ve been having about him—intense, unexpected, and confusing. It’s strange and unsettling, yet it feels oddly compelling. What does it mean that you’re attracted to him? You wonder if there’s something wrong with you or if this is just part of the journey you’re on. Then there’s <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, your girlfriend. You love her deeply, but it’s hard not to feel inadequate. Watching her climax with a dildo because you can’t satisfy her as she needs—it’s a powerful and confusing experience. You get off on it too, which only adds to the confusion. You’re aroused by her pleasure, even though it highlights your own shortcomings. And the clothes. The women’s clothing that you’ve been wearing more and more often. It started as an experiment, a curiosity, but now it’s becoming a part of you. You like how you look in them. It’s as if they fit a new version of yourself, a version that’s still emerging but feels increasingly right. You sit down on the edge of your bed, feeling the weight of it all. Your <ophelia>mother's</ophelia> reaction to your longer hair, her disapproval—it's hard to shake off. It makes you question everything. Are you making a mistake? Are you betraying who you used to be? But as you reflect on your life over these past five weeks, there’s a part of you that feels relief and acceptance. Despite the confusion and fear, there’s a sense of something new and exciting emerging. Maybe this is who you’re meant to be. It’s scary and overwhelming, but it’s also liberating. As you look back on the past weeks, you realize that this is just the beginning. You’re navigating a new path, and even though it’s filled with uncertainties, it’s also filled with possibilities. Maybe you’re not lost but rather finding yourself in ways you never expected. For now, all you can do is take it one step at a time and see where this journey leads you. <<link[[Prepare to go to sleep.|My Room]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $momtalk to 2>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> <<set $tdround to 1>> The sun just rose, casting a warm golden glow over the luxurious property. You quickly make your way inside, understanding you're the last one to arrive. There’s a mix of excitement and nervousness as you head to the changing room. This morning promises something different, and you can feel the tension building. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Jessica Swimwear9.jpg" height=500></div> After slipping into your swim shorts, you step out to the pool area. The sight that greets you is stunning: <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, lounging on a pool chair in a striking red bikini that accentuates her curves perfectly. You notice that her bikinis have been getting smaller each time she comes by the pool. Today's is no exception—the top shows off her cleavage more than ever, while the thong back leaves little to the imagination. The high-waisted cut draws attention to her toned midsection. She catches your eye and gives you a playful smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief. [[You look at Alexandra as she sits next to Mr. Brown.|AndreMeet4][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Alexandra Pool8.jpg" height=600></div> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, on the other hand, is a vision of opulence in her golden bikini, the metallic sheen catching the light with every movement. The deep plunge of the top highlights her voluptuous figure, and the matching high heels give her an air of confidence and dominance. She’s lounging beside <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, who looks as commanding as ever, casually sipping his cocktail with a knowing smirk on his face. <<AlexandraTalk "Look who finally decided to join us!">> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> calls out, her voice teasing. You can’t help but feel a bit self-conscious as all eyes turn toward you. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> raises his glass in your direction, a gesture that feels both welcoming and intimidating. With an authoritative tone that always makes you feel a bit smaller in his presence he shouts. <<AndreTalk "Grab a drink, $name, and come join us.">> You do as he says, quickly mixing yourself a cocktail from the well-stocked bar by the pool. When you turn back around, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> pats the spot next to her, and you gratefully take a seat, trying to relax in the presence of these three powerful personalities. The atmosphere is light, filled with laughter and casual conversation. But there’s an undercurrent of something more—something charged and electric. After a few minutes, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> sits up, her eyes glinting with excitement. <<AlexandraTalk "How about we spice things up a bit? I was thinking… a game of truth or dare. But not just any truth or dare—a naughty version. What do you all think?">> <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> voice dripping with suggestion. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> giggles, clearly intrigued by the idea. She answers, her hand casually brushing against your thigh as she leans forward, making your heart skip a beat. <<JessicaTalk "I’m in.">> [[All of you look at Mr. Brown.|AndreMeet4][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> <<AndreTalk "Sounds like fun to me.">> <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> chuckles, his gaze sweeping over the group. Before you can respond, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> raises a finger, adding another layer to the game. <<AlexandraTalk "Alright, we have a limited time, so everyone gets to ask one dare and one truth to others. But let’s make it interesting, if anyone refuses to answer a question or doesn’t do a dare, they’ll never be invited to this pool gatherings again.">> <<AndreTalk "So I won't be allowed in my pool?">> <<AlexandraTalk "Yes love, not on Friday mornings.">> With no one objecting to the rules <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> continues. <<AlexandraTalk "Excellent! Let’s make this interesting, shall we? Who wants to start?">> [[Jessica raises her hand.|AndreMeet4][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> taps her chin, her eyes sparkling with playful mischief as she finally turns her attention to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. <<JessicaTalk "Mr. Brown, truth or dare?">> <<AndreTalk "Dare.">> <<JessicaTalk "Okay. I dare you to flex those muscles of yours. Show us what you’ve got.">> <<AndreTalk "Flex, huh? Alright, if that’s what you want.">> <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> raises an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smirk. He stands up, his commanding presence instantly drawing everyone's gaze. With a casual stretch of his arms, he starts to flex his biceps, then his chest, and finally his abs. His muscles, already well-defined, ripple and bulge under the sunlight, each movement accentuating his impressive physique. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Dare3.jpg" height=600></div> As he strikes his poses, you find yourself captivated. Your eyes can’t help but follow the way his muscles shift and contract. It’s not just admiration; there’s a stirring reaction inside you that you’re struggling to keep in check. <mc><i>This is… wow. He’s incredible. I can’t believe how much he’s getting to me, but those muscles are so sexy...</i></mc> <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> reaction is immediate and intense. She visibly shivers, her breath catching as she watches <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> with wide eyes. Her arousal is clear, and she doesn’t even try to hide it. You notice her biting her lower lip, her gaze fixed on <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> flexing form, and you realize she’s clearly enthralled. <<AlexandraTalk "Well, well, well! Look at you two. Jess, I see you’re quite taken by Mr. Brown’s impressive display. And you, $name, trying hard not to show your reaction. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.">> <mc><i>Oh no, she can see it. I’m trying so hard to stay composed, but it’s like every muscle he flexes just… pulls me in more.</i></mc> <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, clearly enjoying the attention, flexes his muscles even more, turning slightly to give everyone a better view. His powerful physique seems almost to command the space around him, and you feel a strange mix of excitement and frustration at your own reaction. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> teasing only heightens the sensation. <<AlexandraTalk "I have to say, Andre, your muscles are definitely making it hard for our young couple here to focus on anything else.">> You can’t help but feel a flush creeping up your cheeks, your struggle to hide your reaction becoming more evident. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> leans closer to you, her skin slightly flushed, a knowing smile on her lips. <<JessicaTalk "That was… something, wasn’t it">> <<MCTalk "Yeah, it was… definitely something.">> <mc><i>Yeah, it was a lot. And this was only the first dare...</i></mc> <<set $tdround to 2>> [[Mr. Brown's round.|AndreMeet4][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> <<AndreTalk "Alright, my turn. Jessica, truth or dare?">> <<JessicaTalk "Hehe, I will choose dare too.">> <<AndreTalk "Alright, Jessica. For your dare, give someone in the group a compliment that you’ve never told them before.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> took a moment to consider the dare, her eyes drifting thoughtfully over each person in the group. The playful challenge seemed to amuse her, and she finally settled her gaze on <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. A mischievous smile curved her lips, her demeanor both confident and flirtatious. <<JessicaTalk "Hmm, well, sir, there’s one person here who I’ve never given a compliment to, even though I should have. Mr. Brown, I have to say… I’ve always admired how incredibly handsome you are. Your physique is just… outstanding, really. I couldn't keep my eyes off your muscles... And, um, I’ve noticed that you have quite the impressive… presence overall.">> As <jessica>Jessica</jessica> delivered her compliment, her tone was teasing and sultry, the words flowing with an underlying flirtation. Her eyes sparkled with a playful edge, and her gaze lingered on <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> with a subtle, almost imperceptible hint of admiration that made her words all the more impactful. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, caught slightly off-guard, raised an eyebrow in amused surprise. His confident smile widened, clearly pleased with the unexpected compliment. <<AndreTalk "Well, thank you, Jess. That’s quite a compliment. I appreciate it.">> <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> eyes sparkled with approval, clearly enjoying the dynamics of the game. She leaned back, taking in the scene with a satisfied grin. As <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> words echoed in the air, you felt a surge of mixed emotions. Jealousy mingled with arousal as <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> compliment highlighted <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> physical allure and subtle, suggestive presence. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> seemed to relish the moment. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> gaze held a knowing look as she observed your reaction, her expression a mix of satisfaction and amusement. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, clearly flattered and enjoying the attention, flexed slightly, accentuating his already impressive physique. [[It is Alexandra's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=6]] <<elseif $p eq 6>> <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> eyes glint with mischievous intent as she turns her attention toward you. <<AlexandraTalk "Dear $name, truth or dare?">> <<link[[Truth!|AndreMeet4]]>><<set $p to 7>><<drop $MCAtruthordare "AlexandraT" 1>><<pickup $MCansweredquestions "AlexandraT" 1>><</link>> <<link[[Dare!|AndreMeet4]]>><<set $p to 8>><<drop $MCAtruthordare "AlexandraD" 1>><<pickup $MCansweredquestions "AlexandraD" 1>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 7>> <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> eyes glint with mischievous intent as she turns her attention toward you. You can already feel the weight of her gaze, the anticipation of what's to come. She begins, her voice smooth and teasing. <<AlexandraTalk "$name, how do you feel about swinging or partner swapping? Does the idea turn you on?">> The question hangs in the air, thick with implication. You freeze for a moment, your heart pounding in your chest. You’ve thought about it before. Even watched cuckold hentai with <jessica>Zara</jessica> and <andre>Bargon</andre> in those fleeting moments when your mind wandered to fantasies you couldn’t quite suppress. But now, being asked directly, in front of everyone, the reality of it makes your throat dry. You glance at <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. She's watching you intently, her expression unreadable. Then you shift your gaze to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, who’s leaning back, his muscular frame exuding confidence. And finally, to <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>—her eyes locked on yours, waiting for your response. There’s something predatory in her look, as if she’s daring you to reveal more than you want to. You take a deep breath, trying to play it cool, but your mind is swirling. <mc><i>Swinging? What am I supposed to say?</i></mc> The idea does turn you on, more than you'd like to admit. But admitting that here, in front of <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, in front of <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>—it feels like crossing a line you’re not sure you’re ready for. You start, trying to find the right words. <<MCTalk "Well... I guess… it’s an interesting idea. I mean, people do it, right? But, uh, I’ve never really considered it seriously.">> It’s a half-truth. You had thought about it indirectly, And yes, it turned you on. But it also scared you, made you feel inadequate, like you weren’t enough. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> tilts her head, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She can see right through you, you’re sure of it. <<AlexandraTalk "Oh? Never seriously, hmm? But you have thought about it, haven’t you?">> <<MCTalk "I mean… yeah, I guess, the idea’s… interesting. But it’s not something I’ve really… you know, planned or anything.">> The truth is, the thought of <jessica>Jessica</jessica> with someone else—especially with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>—makes something twist uncomfortably inside you. It’s a mix of jealousy, shame, and undeniable arousal. You hate that you feel this way, that you’re even considering it, but there’s no denying it any more. The idea does turn you on. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Truth2.jpg" height=600></div> <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> gaze doesn’t waver, but you can’t quite read her expression. Is she surprised? Curious? Disappointed? You can’t tell. But what really unnerves you is the way <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> exchange a glance, as if they’ve uncovered a secret about you. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> smile widens just a bit, and she leans forward slightly, her voice dropping to a soft purr. Her tone almost comforting, though you know better than to trust it. <<AlexandraTalk "It’s natural to be curious, after all, exploring new things can be exciting, especially with the right people.">> You try to muster a smile, but it feels forced. The way they’re talking, the way they’re looking at you and <jessica>Jessica</jessica>—it’s like they know something you don’t. Or maybe, deep down, you do know, but you’re too scared to face it. <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> hand subtly brushes against yours, grounding you for a moment. You glance at her, and she offers you a small, supportive smile. But there’s something in her eyes—a hint of curiosity, a spark that wasn’t there before. Is she intrigued by the idea too? The thought sends another jolt through you, equal parts thrilling and terrifying. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> doesn’t press you further, but you can tell she’s satisfied with your answer. She’s planted the seed, and she knows it. As the conversation shifts, you find yourself lost in your thoughts. The words echo in your mind, blending with images you’ve tried to push away. <mc><i>Swinging, partner swapping, cuckolding…</i></mc> [[It is your turn to ask.|AndreMeet4][$p=100]] <<elseif $p eq 8>><<set $sub +=1>> The game is in full swing, and the mood is both playful and charged. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, her golden bikini sparkling under the ambient light, turns her attention to you, her eyes gleaming with mischief. <<AlexandraTalk "Alright, $name, I have a dare for you. Show me, only me, your porn search query of your phone.">> A hush falls over the group as your heart races. You can feel the blood rush to your face, your palms growing clammy. <mc><i>Shit! My phone and laptop are synchronized.</i></mc> The thought of <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> knowing what you've been searching for is mortifying. You glance around nervously, but everyone’s eyes are on you, waiting for your response. You try to stay composed, but panic starts to set in. You pull out your phone, trying to appear casual, though your hands are shaking. The search queries from the porn site stare back at you with uncomfortable clarity: <b>BBC Porn, Zara Cuckold Hentai, Jennifer White BBC</b>. You can barely breathe as you open your phone, and <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> leans in, her gaze fixed on the screen. You can’t help but feel an intense mix of shame and dread as she quickly scans through your searches. Your face is flushed with embarrassment. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> eyes twinkle with an unreadable expression. She looks at you for a moment longer, then nods slightly. <mc><i>This is so humiliating. What will she do with this information?</i></mc> <<AlexandraTalk "Thank you for sharing that with me.">> You quickly try to regain your composure your heart pounding in your chest. The weight of <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> gaze is almost unbearable. She doesn’t say a word to the others but her smile is sly, knowing that she holds a powerful insight into your desires. As you sit there, struggling with your own internal turmoil, you catch <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> gaze again. Her eyes are filled with a mix of satisfaction and intrigue. It’s clear that she now holds a significant piece of information that will only deepen her control over you. <mc><i>I feel so exposed. Alexandra knows so much about me now. This could change everything. </i></mc> <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> silence speaks volumes. You feel vulnerable, exposed, and your mind races with the implications. The search terms reflect your deepest, most private interests—interests that <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> can use to further her influence over you. [[It is your turn to ask.|AndreMeet4][$p=100]] <<elseif $p eq 100>> <<if $MCQtruthordare.hasAny ('JessT1', 'JessD1')>><<link [[Truth or dare Jess?|AndreMeet4]]>><<set $p to 101>><</link>><<else>><mc><i>I cannot ask anymore questions to Jessica!</i></mc> <</if>> <<if $MCQtruthordare.hasAny ('AndreT1', 'AndreD1')>><<link [[Truth or dare Sir?|AndreMeet4]]>><<set $p to 102>><</link>><<else>><mc><i>I cannot ask anymore questions to Mr. Brown!</i></mc><</if>> <<if $MCQtruthordare.hasAny ('AlexandraT1', 'AlexandraD1')>><<link [[Truth or dare Ma'am?|AndreMeet4]]>><<set $p to 103>><</link>><<else>><mc><i>I cannot ask anymore questions to Alexandra!</i></mc><</if>> <<elseif $p eq 101>> <<if $MCQtruthordare.hasAny('JessT1', 'JessT2')>> <<JessicaTalk "Uhmm, Truth babe!">> <<link [[Have you ever fantasized about being with someone else while we’re together?|AndreMeet4]]>><<set $p to 9>><<drop $MCQtruthordare "JessT1" 1 "JessT2" 1>><<pickup $MCaskedquestions "JessT1" 1>><</link>> <<link [[If you had to pick one of our friends to join us in a threesome, who would it be?|AndreMeet4]]>><<set $p to 10>><<drop $MCQtruthordare "JessT2" 1 "JessT1" 1>><<pickup $MCaskedquestions "JessT2" 1>><</link>> <<else>> <<JessicaTalk "I choose dare babe!">> <<link [[I dare you to strike a pose like a model.|AndreMeet4]]>><<set $p to 11>><<drop $MCQtruthordare "JessD1" 1 "JessD2" 1>><<pickup $MCaskedquestions "JessD1" 1>><</link>> <<link [[I dare you to kiss your favorite part of my body.|AndreMeet4]]>><<set $p to 12>><<drop $MCQtruthordare "JessD2" 1 "JessD1" 1>><<pickup $MCaskedquestions "JessD2" 1>><</link>> <</if>> <<elseif $p eq 9>><<set $MCcuck +=1>> <b>Have you ever fantasized about being with someone else while we’re together?</b> The words hang in the air, and you feel the tension spike. <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> eyes widen slightly, her breath catching just for a moment. Everyone is watching her now, waiting for her response. But when she speaks, it’s with a calmness that surprises you. <<JessicaTalk "Yes.">> The word is simple, clear, and without hesitation. It sends a wave of heat through you, not the jealousy or insecurity you might have expected, but something else—something deeper and far more intense. Your heart pounds, and your breath quickens, but it’s not from fear. It’s excitement, pure and undeniable. As <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> gaze flickers briefly to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, your pulse races even faster. It’s just a glance, a quick look in his direction, but you catch it. The connection is there, subtle but powerful, and it makes your stomach flutter. She’s fantasized about him—about <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. Instead of feeling threatened, you find yourself more intrigued than ever. The thought of <jessica>Jessica</jessica> imagining herself with him doesn’t fill you with jealousy; it fills you with an overwhelming sense of arousal. You can’t help but wonder what those fantasies entail. What does she picture when she thinks of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>? What does she want? <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Dream/DaydreamAndre.mp4"/></div> Your mind flashes back to your own fantasies, ones where you’ve imagined <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> too. The way he commands a room, his confidence, his strength... The new thought of him with <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, of sharing her with him, only fuels the fire inside you. The idea of her desire for him, and your own, merging together in some twisted, forbidden way, makes you feel something you hadn’t expected—aroused and... connected. <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> eyes meet yours again, and there’s a knowing look in them, as if she can sense exactly what’s going through your mind. You realize she’s not the only one who’s had these thoughts, these desires. It’s like you’re on the same wavelength, both of you drawn to the same magnetic pull that <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>exudes. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, for his part, remains calm, his usual confidence radiating from him as he leans back in his chair, a slight smile playing on his lips. He’s watching you, <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, all of it unfold, and you can’t help but wonder if he knows exactly what’s going on in both your minds. The way <jessica>Jessica</jessica> looked at him, the way you’re reacting now—it’s almost as if he’s always known. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, sitting beside him, catches the exchange too, and you can see the glint of satisfaction in her eyes. She doesn’t say anything, just observes, almost like she’s enjoying the way this game is pulling you all into uncharted territory. She’s always been in control, and now, it feels like she’s letting you explore these feelings in your own way, guiding you without saying a word. The silence stretches on for a few moments longer, heavy with the weight of unspoken thoughts and desires. You’re not sure what comes next, but the thrill of it all—the uncertainty, the intrigue, the shared fantasies—is more intoxicating than anything you’ve felt in a long time. <<if $tdround eq 2>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=23]] <<elseif $tdround eq 3>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=28]] <<elseif $tdround eq 4>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=33]] <<elseif $tdround eq 5>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=38]] <<elseif $tdround eq 6>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=41]] <<elseif $tdround eq "Done">>[[The game is over.|AndreMeet4][$p=43]] <</if>> <<elseif $p eq 10>> <b>If you had to pick one of our friends to join us in a threesome, who would it be?</b> <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> eyes widen for a moment, but then she grins, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. She doesn’t even hesitate as she answers. <<JessicaTalk "The redhead from the beach—your friend. Jia, was it? She has such an amazing ass.">> Her response catches you off guard, and you can’t help but laugh, feeling a mix of surprise and excitement at her quick choice. You think back to <jia>Jia</jia>, with her fiery red hair and that perfect, round ass that always seems to catch everyone’s attention. The image of her pops into your mind, and you realize just how much <jessica>Jessica</jessica> must have noticed her too. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Truth3.jpg" height=600></div> <<AlexandraTalk "Oh, Jess, you do have a thing for big asses, don’t you?">> You blush slightly, trying to keep up with the conversation. The idea of <jessica>Jessica</jessica> fantasizing about <jia>Jia</jia>... It’s one thing to think about threesomes in theory, but hearing <jessica>Jessica</jessica> openly talk about it with that level of excitement makes it all the more real, and somehow, even hotter. <<AlexandraTalk "Looks like you’re lucky, $name. Your butt looks so juicy, I'm sure Jessica is loving it.">> Your face flushes at <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> comment, and you glance down at your legs, remembering how she had complimented them earlier. It’s true—your body has been changing, becoming more feminine, more… alluring, in a way that you are trying to fully embraced until now. And hearing <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> point it out in front of everyone, tying it back to <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> desires, only makes you feel more exposed and yet oddly proud. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, sitting back and watching the exchange with his usual calm demeanor, chuckles softly, clearly entertained by the conversation. He doesn’t say anything, but his presence alone adds an extra layer of intensity to the moment. <<if $tdround eq 2>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=23]] <<elseif $tdround eq 3>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=28]] <<elseif $tdround eq 4>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=33]] <<elseif $tdround eq 5>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=38]] <<elseif $tdround eq 6>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=41]] <<elseif $tdround eq "Done">>[[The game is over.|AndreMeet4][$p=43]] <</if>> <<elseif $p eq 11>> <b>I dare you to strike a pose like a model.</b> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> grins, clearly enjoying the attention. Without missing a beat, she steps forward, her confidence radiating off her. She turns her back to the group, arching her body just slightly as she juts out her hip, showcasing her perfect ass. The red fabric of the thong bikini leaves little to the imagination, drawing everyone's eyes to her. You can hear a collective intake of breath around the pool, and you know everyone is appreciating the view. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Jessica Swimwear11.jpg" height=600></div> As <jessica>Jessica</jessica> holds the pose, you steal a glance at Mr. Brown. For a moment, when he thinks no one is looking, you catch a glimpse of pure desire in his eyes. It’s a fleeting look, but it's unmistakable. He watches <jessica>Jessica</jessica> with a kind of intensity that sends a thrill through you. You know he's attracted to her—how could he not be? But seeing it so plainly on his face, even if just for a moment, makes your heart race. It’s a mix of excitement, jealousy, and a strange, growing curiosity that you can’t quite define. Then <jessica>Jessica</jessica> turns back around, this time raising her arms and placing her hands on the back of her neck. The movement pushes her breasts together, making them stand out even more against the bikini top. She tilts her head slightly, giving the group a sultry look, her body language exuding confidence and sexuality. The way she poses is effortless, as if she were born to be in front of a camera, and you can feel the heat rising in the room as everyone soaks in the sight of her. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> lets out a low, appreciative whistle, clearly impressed. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Jessica Swimwear10.jpg" height=600></div> <<AlexandraTalk "You’ve got quite the model there, $name!">> There’s an edge to her voice, as if she’s acknowledging just how stunning <jessica>Jessica</jessica> is. She exchanges a look with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, who nods subtly, still trying to keep his composure. But you saw it earlier—the way his eyes lingered on <jessica>Jessica</jessica> when he thought no one was paying attention. And now, that image is seared into your mind, adding another layer to the evening’s complicated emotions. <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, noticing the effect she’s having on everyone, lowers her arms and relaxes her stance, but there’s a satisfied smile on her lips. She knows the power she holds in moments like these, and it’s clear she enjoys it. You can’t help but feel a rush of pride mixed with that ever-present arousal. Jess is stunning, and she’s yours—at least, that’s what you tell yourself. But the way <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> looked at her, the way <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> and even <jessica>Jessica</jessica> seemed to revel in the attention, it all adds to the growing complexity of your feelings. <<if $tdround eq 2>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=23]] <<elseif $tdround eq 3>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=28]] <<elseif $tdround eq 4>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=33]] <<elseif $tdround eq 5>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=38]] <<elseif $tdround eq 6>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=41]] <<elseif $tdround eq "Done">>[[The game is over.|AndreMeet4][$p=43]] <</if>> <<elseif $p eq 12>> <b>I dare you to kiss your favorite part of my body.</b> You’re sure you know what’s coming. After all, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> has made it clear how much she loves the changes in your body, especially your ass. You fully expect her to walk over and plant a kiss right there, but to your surprise, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> does something different. With a soft smile, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> stands up and walks toward you, her eyes locked on yours. There’s something tender in her expression, a hint of affection that makes your heart beat just a little faster. She stops in front of you, and instead of going lower, she leans in close, her breath warm against your skin. You can feel the anticipation building as she brushes her lips gently against the side of your neck, placing a soft, lingering kiss there. You feel a shiver run down your spine, the sensation of her lips on your neck sending a wave of unexpected warmth through you. It’s intimate, more so than you anticipated, and it catches you off guard. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> pulls back just slightly, her lips still close to your skin, and she whispers. <<JessicaTalk "I love your neck, $name. It’s long, elegant... so kissable.">> The words hit you with a surprising impact. You’d never thought much about your neck before, but hearing <jessica>Jessica</jessica> say it like that, with so much sincerity and affection, makes you feel something deep inside. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, who have been watching with interest, exchange glances. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> expression softens, and she leans into <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> as she says: <<AlexandraTalk "Well, isn’t that just adorable? The young couple having their sweet moment.">> <<AndreTalk "They're really cute together.">> Their comments make you blush slightly, but there’s a sense of pride too. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> chose a part of you that you hadn’t expected, something that made the moment feel more genuine, more romantic. You reach up and touch the spot where she kissed, feeling the warmth of her lips still lingering there. As you look at <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, you see the same affection reflected in her eyes, and it makes you feel closer to her than you did just moments before. <<if $tdround eq 2>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=23]] <<elseif $tdround eq 3>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=28]] <<elseif $tdround eq 4>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=33]] <<elseif $tdround eq 5>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=38]] <<elseif $tdround eq 6>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=41]] <<elseif $tdround eq "Done">>[[The game is over.|AndreMeet4][$p=43]] <</if>> <<elseif $p eq 102>> <<if $MCQtruthordare.hasAny("AndreT1", "AndreT2")>> <<AndreTalk "I choose the truth $name.">> <<link [[Sir, how many women have you slept with?|AndreMeet4]]>><<set $p to 13>><<drop $MCQtruthordare "AndreT1" 1 "AndreT2" 1>><<pickup $MCaskedquestions "AndreT1" 1>><</link>> <<link [[Is there anything you regret not doing in your life?|AndreMeet4]]>><<set $p to 14>><<drop $MCQtruthordare "AndreT2" 1 "AndreT1" 1>><<pickup $MCaskedquestions "AndreT2" 1>><</link>> <<else>> <<AndreTalk "I choose the dare $name">> <<link [[I dare you to lift me and carry me around the pool.|AndreMeet4]]>><<set $p to 15>><<drop $MCQtruthordare "AndreD1" 1 "AndreD2" 1>><<pickup $MCaskedquestions "AndreD1" 1>><</link>> <<link [[I dare you to do a sexy dance for one of us.|AndreMeet4]]>><<set $p to 16>><<drop $MCQtruthordare "AndreD2" 1 "AndreD1" 1>><<pickup $MCaskedquestions "AndreD2" 1>><</link>> <</if>> <<elseif $p eq 13>> The group falls silent as <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> chuckles, his deep, confident voice filling the air. He leans back in his chair, his gaze sweeping over everyone. <<AndreTalk "You know, I've lost count over the years. Definitely over a hundred. Stopped keeping track after that.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Truth4.jpg" height=500></div> <mc><i>Over a hundred? The number seems unreal, like something out of a fantasy.</i></mc><<set $stress +=10>><<Stress>><<set $MCcuck +=1>> You’ve only ever slept with one woman—<jessica>Jessica</jessica>—and even that didn’t go as well as you’d hoped. Yet here’s this man, casually mentioning that he’s been with at least a hundred women, maybe more. It makes you feel small in comparison, like you’re leagues behind in some unspoken competition. You glance over at <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, expecting some reaction, maybe even a hint of jealousy, but she’s completely unfazed. She gives <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> a knowing smile, as if she is supporting this part of <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre>. Then you turn to Jess, and what you see makes your stomach twist. She’s staring at <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> with a look of deep interest, her eyes wide and focused, her lips slightly parted. There’s something in her expression—admiration, maybe even longing. She’s hanging on his every word, clearly impressed by his experience. And you can’t help but wonder if she’s imagining what it would be like to be with a man like him. <mc><i>I'm so inexperienced to satisfy her. I'm sure she is lusting after a more experienced lover...</i></mc> The air feels heavy, charged with tension. You can’t tear your eyes away from <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, watching as she remains fixated on <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, her mind clearly elsewhere. <<if $tdround eq 2>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=23]] <<elseif $tdround eq 3>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=28]] <<elseif $tdround eq 4>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=33]] <<elseif $tdround eq 5>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=38]] <<elseif $tdround eq 6>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=41]] <<elseif $tdround eq "Done">>[[The game is over.|AndreMeet4][$p=43]] <</if>> <<elseif $p eq 14>> <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> usually confident, almost playful expression fades as he considers your question. The silence around the pool becomes thick, everyone sensing that his answer won’t be as light as some of the others. He leans back slightly, staring into the distance as if searching for the right words. He finally speaks, his voice lower and slower than usual. <<AndreTalk "Yeah, there’s something I regret deeply.">> He pauses, a shadow crossing his face. The words hang in the air, and you feel the impact of them like a punch to the gut. You notice <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, usually poised and composed, shift slightly in her seat, her eyes softening as she looks at him. He exhales slowly, his gaze still distant, as though he’s reliving a tragic moment. <<AndreTalk "I’ll never be able to fix that mistake and that’s something I’ll carry with me for the rest of my life.">> <<AlexandraTalk "You know there was nothing you could do.">> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> reaches out and gently squeezes his hand, her eyes full of understanding and support. You realize how deep their bond truly is—built not just on power or attraction, but on shared pain and mutual support. The group falls silent, the weight of his words pressing down on all of you. It’s as if <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> has peeled back a layer of his usual cool exterior, revealing a wound that hasn’t healed. <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, sitting close to you, moves slightly as if to comfort you, but her eyes are locked on <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. She seems captivated by the vulnerability he’s shown, her expression soft and almost sad. You can tell she’s moved by his words, perhaps imagining the pain he must feel over this regret. And you—you ad always seen <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> as a figure of dominance and strength, but now, you see him as a man who has suffered, just like anyone else. <<AndreTalk "Can we change the subject? Sorry for lowering the mood.">> <<if $tdround eq 2>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=23]] <<elseif $tdround eq 3>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=28]] <<elseif $tdround eq 4>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=33]] <<elseif $tdround eq 5>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=38]] <<elseif $tdround eq 6>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=41]] <<elseif $tdround eq "Done">>[[The game is over.|AndreMeet4][$p=43]] <</if>> <<elseif $p eq 15>> You expect <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> to grab you by the waist and hoist you over his head, maybe something showy and strong. But instead, he steps closer, his tall, muscular frame towering over you. There's a brief moment where your eyes meet, and you see a flicker of something—confidence, control—before he moves. In one swift motion, <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> bends down slightly, slipping one arm under your knees and the other around your back. Before you can fully process what's happening, he lifts you up, cradling you in his arms as if you're as light as a feather, like a groom lifting his bride. The ease with which he does it is staggering, and you can feel the power in his arms, the solid strength beneath his calm exterior. Your heart skips a beat as you find yourself nestled against his chest. The sensation of being held like this, so effortlessly, makes you feel small, delicate even. A flush creeps up your neck and into your cheeks, and you’re acutely aware of how close you are to him, how intimate this moment feels. There's a softness to the way he holds you, a gentleness that contrasts with his sheer strength, and it sends a shiver through you. As he begins to walk around the pool, carrying you with such ease, you can't help but feel utterly submissive, and something within you shifts. There's a warmth spreading through you, a mix of arousal and something deeper—a sense of being taken care of, protected. In his arms, you feel almost feminine, and it’s not a feeling you’d expected in this situation, but it’s not unwelcome either. It’s thrilling in a way you can’t quite describe.<<set $bbcinterest +=1>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Dare12.jpg"></div> You glance around and catch <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> eyes first. She’s watching you both, a playful smile tugging at her lips, clearly amused by the sight. But there’s something else there too—an appreciation for the display of strength, a kind of admiration that only makes your heart race more. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, always composed, seems genuinely impressed, her eyes flicking between you and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> with an expression of approval. She raises an eyebrow slightly. There’s a knowing glint in her eye, and you realize she’s enjoying this too, watching you being held like this. As for <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, he’s completely in control. His grip is firm but gentle, his face relaxed, as if carrying you like this is the most natural thing in the world. You notice that he’s not showing off; there’s no strain, no need to prove anything. It’s just a simple, powerful gesture that leaves you feeling… cherished. The whole moment feels like it stretches on longer than it actually does. You feel the warmth of his body against yours, the solid strength of his arms, and you realize that you don’t want it to end. There’s something about being held like this, by someone as strong and controlled as <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, that makes you feel both vulnerable and safe. The juxtaposition is dizzying, and you find yourself sinking into the feeling, allowing it to wash over you. You feel so small, so feminine, in his strong arms—a sensation that's both thrilling and unnerving. As <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> gently sets you back on your feet, the world feels disorienting, like you're still floating in his arms. The solid ground beneath you seems almost foreign after being held so effortlessly. Your heart is pounding, and as you glance down, you realize there's a small, unmistakable tent in your swim shorts. You chance a quick glance at <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, who’s watching you closely. Her eyes flick down to your shorts, and then back up to your face, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She doesn’t say anything, but that smile says it all. She knows exactly how much this moment has affected you, and the realization only makes your heart race faster. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, on the other hand, is already looking away, his attention seemingly elsewhere, as if he hasn’t noticed—or is simply being discreet. Yet, there's something about his composed demeanor that makes you wonder if he knows exactly the effect on you. The thought sends another jolt of arousal through you, and you quickly try to shake it off, hoping no one else has noticed. But as you catch <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> eye, you see her looking at you with a mix of curiosity and amusement. She’s smiling too, clearly enjoying the scene that just played out. <<if $tdround eq 2>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=23]] <<elseif $tdround eq 3>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=28]] <<elseif $tdround eq 4>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=33]] <<elseif $tdround eq 5>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=38]] <<elseif $tdround eq 6>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=41]] <<elseif $tdround eq "Done">>[[The game is over.|AndreMeet4][$p=43]] <</if>> <<elseif $p eq 16>><<set $MCcuck +=1>> A murmur of interest ripples through the group. <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> eyes flicker with amusement, and he doesn’t hesitate for long. He turns on a slow yet romantic music. <<AndreTalk "Alright, but I’m going to need a partner for this.">> His deep voice carrying a hint of something more, something dangerous. He turns to <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, there’s a spark of excitement in her eyes as <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> extends his hand toward her. Without a word, she takes it, and he pulls her to her feet with a gentle, yet firm, tug. The tension in the air thickens as they move closer to each other, the rest of you watching with bated breath. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> starts to sway to the rhythm of the music playing softly in the background, his movements fluid and sensual. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> follows his lead, her body responding naturally to his, as if they’ve done this a thousand times before. You can’t tear your eyes away as they start to dance together, their bodies moving in sync. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> is close—so close that you can almost feel the heat radiating from their bodies. His hands find her waist first, guiding her as they move, but soon they begin to roam, tracing the curves of her body, sliding over her toned stomach, then up to her hips. <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> hands are on his six-pack, fingers grazing the hard muscles beneath his skin. The intimacy of the moment, the closeness, is overwhelming. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Dare9.jpg" height=500></div> Your heart is pounding in your chest as you watch them. The way <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> hands glide over Jessica’s body, how his fingers almost touch the edge of her bikini bottoms, sends a surge of heat through you. You’ve seen them close before, but this… this is different. There’s a raw, magnetic energy between them, one that you can’t ignore. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> seems to be lost in the moment, her eyes half-closed, a small smile playing on her lips. She presses herself closer to him, her hands sliding up to his chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles. It’s clear that she’s enjoying every second of this, her body responding eagerly to his touch. Your arousal grows with each passing moment, your thoughts clouded by a mix of jealousy and desire. But the jealousy is fading quickly, replaced by something deeper, something darker. Watching them like this, seeing <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> pleasure and the way <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> commands the moment, it’s making you feel things you didn’t expect. You can’t help but notice the way <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> hands grip Jessica’s hips, his fingers splaying wide as he pulls her even closer, almost touching her butt. The way they move together is almost hypnotic, and you’re completely captivated by the sight. You feel a growing pressure in your swim shorts, the intensity of the scene making it impossible to hide your arousal. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Dare10.jpg" height=500></div> Your thoughts swirl in a confusing mix of emotions. You should feel uneasy, maybe even angry, but instead, all you feel is a growing, undeniable urge to see where this leads. There’s a part of you that wants this to continue, to watch them get even closer, to see how far they’ll go. You’re caught up in the fantasy of it all, the idea of surrendering completely to the desires you’ve tried so hard to ignore. But then, out of the corner of your eye, you catch a glimpse of <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. She’s watching you, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She’s seen the effect this is having on you, the way your body is responding, and it only seems to amuse her. It’s as if she’s waiting for you to say something, to either stop this or let it play out. [[Intervene and stop the dance!|AndreMeet4][$p=17]] [[Let them continue as you watch mesmerized.|AndreMeet4][$p=18]] <<elseif $p eq 17>><<set $tdassgrab to 0>> Finally, after what feels like an eternity, you can’t hold back any longer. <<MCTalk "That’s… that’s enough.">> <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> slows his movements, his hands lingering on <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> hips for just a moment longer before he lets her go. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> steps back, her cheeks flushed, her breathing a little heavier, but there’s a playful glint in her eyes. She looks over at you, a small, satisfied smile curling at the corners of her mouth. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, on the other hand, looks completely unfazed, though there’s a slight curve to his lips as he meets your gaze. He gives you a nod, as if to acknowledge the tension in the air, the shift in your dynamic, before he steps away. <<if $tdround eq 2>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=23]] <<elseif $tdround eq 3>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=28]] <<elseif $tdround eq 4>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=33]] <<elseif $tdround eq 5>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=38]] <<elseif $tdround eq 6>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=41]] <<elseif $tdround eq "Done">>[[The game is over.|AndreMeet4][$p=43]] <</if>> <<elseif $p eq 18>><<set $tdassgrab to 1>><<set $MCcuck +=1>> Instead of speaking up, you remain silent, too captivated to intervene. You’re mesmerized by the way <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> move together, their bodies perfectly in sync, as if this moment was meant to happen. <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> hands explore his chiseled abs, her fingers tracing each defined muscle with a touch that’s both delicate and possessive. Her other arm snakes around his neck, pulling him closer, her body arching slightly as she presses herself against him. The intimacy between them is undeniable, and you can feel the heat rising within you as you watch, unable to look away. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, ever the dominant presence, tightens his grip on <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> hip with one hand, guiding her movements with effortless control. But it’s his other hand that catches your breath—slowly, deliberately, it slides down her back, lingering for just a moment before cupping her bare butt, his fingers digging into the soft flesh with a firm, possessive hold. The thin fabric of her red thong bikini leaves little to the imagination, and the sight of his hand on her exposed skin sends a jolt of arousal straight through you. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Dare11.jpg" height=600></div> Your heart pounds in your chest, your body responding in ways you hadn’t anticipated. You feel a sudden wetness in your swim shorts, and it takes a moment for you to realize what’s happened—pre-cum has leaked out, a physical manifestation of your arousal that catches you off guard. Panic and shame mix with the intense desire coursing through you, and you quickly reach for a nearby towel, draping it over your lap in a desperate attempt to cover your reaction. As you struggle to regain your composure, the sexual dance between <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> continues, the energy between them reaching a fever pitch. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> is lost in the moment, her eyes half-closed as she grinds against him, her breath coming in short, heated gasps. <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> hand remains on her butt, squeezing gently, possessively, while his other hand roams up her side, tracing the curve of her waist. You can’t help but feel like an outsider, watching something intensely private and personal unfold before your eyes. But instead of jealousy or anger, all you feel is a deep, overwhelming sense of arousal. You’re caught in the moment, unable to tear your eyes away, even as your body betrays your every emotion. As the music fades and the dance comes to its natural end, <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> slowly releases his hold on <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. She steps back, her cheeks flushed, her chest rising and falling with each labored breath. There’s a satisfied, almost smug look on her face as she glances back at you, as if she knows exactly what this has done to you. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, ever composed, gives you a small, almost imperceptible nod as if acknowledging the silent connection between the three of you. The dance may be over, but the implications linger in the air, heavy and unspoken. As you sit there, the towel still covering your lap, you can’t help but notice something else—<jessica>Jessica's</jessica> red thong bikini has gotten visibly wet. The thin fabric clings to her, darkened by the moisture, leaving little to the imagination. The realization hits you like a wave, your heart skipping a beat. She’s as affected by this as you are. You glance down at your own swim shorts, knowing that you’re in a similar state, both of you wet and aroused thanks to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. <<JessicaTalk "Well, that was... something... You sure know to dance Mr. Brown.">> <<AndreTalk "I aim to please.">> <<AlexandraTalk "Lucky girl! But I have to say, $name, you’re a lucky boy too. Watching your girl have that much fun... it’s got to be a turn-on, right?">> You swallow hard, unsure of how to respond. The truth is, it is a turn-on—a huge one. But admitting that feels like crossing a line you’re not quite ready to face. Instead, you just nod, your eyes flicking between <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, and the towel that’s now doing little to hide your own arousal. <<AlexandraTalk "Just enjoy the moment, $name. You’ve got a beautiful girlfriend, and you’re both clearly very... compatible.">> Her words, while playful, carry a weight that only adds to the swirling emotions inside you. The connection between you, <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> feels more tangible than ever, and as you sit there, still trying to process everything. <<if $tdround eq 2>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=23]] <<elseif $tdround eq 3>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=28]] <<elseif $tdround eq 4>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=33]] <<elseif $tdround eq 5>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=38]] <<elseif $tdround eq 6>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=41]] <<elseif $tdround eq "Done">>[[The game is over.|AndreMeet4][$p=43]] <</if>> <<elseif $p eq 103>> <<if $MCQtruthordare.hasAny ('AlexandraD1', 'AlexandraD2')>> <<AlexandraTalk "I choose dare!">> <<link [[I dare you to lick whipped cream from Jessica’s finger.|AndreMeet4]]>><<set $p to 19>><<drop $MCQtruthordare "AlexandraD1" 1 "AlexandraD2" 1>><<pickup $MCaskedquestions "AlexandraD1" 1>><</link>> <<link [[I dare you to pay me a compliment, unrelated to work.|AndreMeet4]]>><<set $p to 20>><<drop $MCQtruthordare "AlexandraD1" 1 "AlexandraD2" 1>><<pickup $MCaskedquestions "AlexandraD2" 1>><</link>> <<else>> <<AlexandraTalk "I will go with the truth.">> <<link [[Who was your best sexual experience with?|AndreMeet4]]>><<set $p to 21>><<drop $MCQtruthordare "AlexandraT1" 1 "AlexandraT2" 1>><<pickup $MCaskedquestions "AlexandraT1" 1>><</link>> <<link [[Did you end up with Mr. Brown because… because he’s Black?|AndreMeet4]]>><<set $p to 22>><<drop $MCQtruthordare "AlexandraT1" 1 "AlexandraT2" 1>><<pickup $MCaskedquestions "AlexandraT2" 1>><</link>> <</if>> <<elseif $p eq 19>> <b>Lick whipped cream from Jessica’s finger.</b> <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> lips curl into a wicked smile, her gaze shifting to Jessica, who looks both surprised and intrigued by the challenge. <<AlexandraTalk "Well, that’s an interesting one, $name, I suppose I should oblige.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, trying to mask her excitement, sprays a dollop of whipped cream onto her index finger. She holds it up, her hand slightly trembling but her eyes locked on <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. There’s a palpable charge between them, and you feel your breath catch in your throat. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> leans in slowly, her movements deliberate, teasing out the moment. Her eyes never leave <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> as she brings her lips closer to <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> finger. When her tongue finally flicks out, it’s like time slows down. She licks the whipped cream off <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> finger with an indulgent slowness, savoring the taste and making a show of it. Her tongue circles <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> finger before she takes it in her mouth slowly and sensually sucking it. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Dare2.jpg" height=500></div> <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> breath hitches, her cheeks flushed as <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> finishes with a soft, satisfied smile. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> gently kisses the tip of <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> finger, a final flourish that leaves the room buzzing with tension. She glances at you, her eyes gleaming with knowing satisfaction. <<AlexandraTalk "Delicious.">> You’re too stunned to speak, your heart pounding as you take in what just happened. <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> gaze flits between you and <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, clearly affected by the moment. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, leaning back, watches with a knowing grin, clearly enjoying the show. <<if $tdround eq 2>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=23]] <<elseif $tdround eq 3>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=28]] <<elseif $tdround eq 4>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=33]] <<elseif $tdround eq 5>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=38]] <<elseif $tdround eq 6>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=41]] <<elseif $tdround eq "Done">>[[The game is over.|AndreMeet4][$p=43]] <</if>> <<elseif $p eq 20>> <b>Pay me a compliment, unrelated to work.</b> For a moment, there's a pause. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> sharp gaze locks onto you, and you feel a flicker of uncertainty. But then, that familiar, confident smile curves on her lips. She leans back in her chair, her eyes trailing over you with an intensity that makes your pulse quicken. <<AlexandraTalk "Alright, boy. Physically, I'd have to say, you've got fantastic legs. They're slender, toned, and... honestly, quite feminine in a way that suits you. Not many guys can pull that off, but you do. They could easily belong to a girl.">> You've become more in tune with that side of yourself—but hearing <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> say it out loud, with that mix of admiration and authority... It stirs something deep inside. A blend of pride and arousal swells within you, and you can't help but glance down at your legs, feeling an odd sense of satisfaction. You do look good. You do pull it off. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Alexandra Pool9.jpg" height=500></div> But then, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> continues, and her words shift from the physical to something more intimate. <<AlexandraTalk "And, I have to commend you on your willingness to please your partner. It's rare to find someone who is so... dedicated to making sure their partner is satisfied. So open to learning, to pleasing with such eagerness and attention. Jessica is lucky to have someone who's so willing to go the extra mile for her.">> The memory of that moment with the orange flickers in your mind—every flick of your tongue, every attempt to learn to satisfy <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. Hearing <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> praise you for it now, in front of everyone... it’s overwhelming. You feel a rush of heat creeping up your neck and into your cheeks, your face flushing with a mix of emotions. Thankfully, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> don’t fully understand the context of what <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> is saying. But you do. You sneak a glance at <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, and she’s smiling at you, a playful glint in her eyes. She looks pleased, maybe even a bit proud. It’s a look that makes your heart swell, knowing that you’ve done something right in her eyes. But it’s <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> gaze that holds you captive. There’s something more behind her compliment, something deeper. It’s like she’s seeing you—not just the changes in your body, but the changes in your mindset, your willingness to evolve, to explore. The compliment lingers in the air, and you find yourself unable to meet anyone’s eyes for a moment. The heat in your face doesn’t fade, and you can feel your heart pounding in your chest. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> words have a weight to them, a validation that you hadn’t realized you needed. You’ve been feeling good about your body, slowly embracing your transformation into a "femboy", but there’s always been that one nagging insecurity—your size. But in this moment, that fades into the background, eclipsed by the pride swelling in your chest. Finally, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> breaks the silence with a soft chuckle, her gaze still locked on you. <<AlexandraTalk "You’ve got a lot going for you, $name.">> The dare might not have been outrageous, but it strikes deeper than you expected. You can’t help but feel a tiny spark of pride—one that you’ll hold onto. <<if $tdround eq 2>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=23]] <<elseif $tdround eq 3>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=28]] <<elseif $tdround eq 4>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=33]] <<elseif $tdround eq 5>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=38]] <<elseif $tdround eq 6>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=41]] <<elseif $tdround eq "Done">>[[The game is over.|AndreMeet4][$p=43]] <</if>> <<elseif $p eq 21>> <b>Who was your best sexual experience with?</b> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> doesn’t even blink. Instead, she turns her gaze toward <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, her eyes softening as a knowing smile curves her lips. Her hand reaches out, and she gently caresses his arm with her finger. <<AlexandraTalk "Andre, every time.">><<set $bbcinterest +=1>> Her words are simple, but the way she says them—so confident, so certain—sends a wave of tension through the group. There’s a quiet understanding between them, a connection that’s palpable, and you can’t help but feel a little envious of the ease with which she declares it. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, for his part, simply smiles, his hand covering hers in a gesture of affection. There’s a sense of power in their relationship, a dynamic that’s both captivating and intimidating. You swallow hard, feeling the weight of their bond and the unspoken understanding that seems to pass between them. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> shifts beside you, her expression unreadable, but you can’t help but wonder if she feels the same mixture of curiosity and intimidation. <<if $tdround eq 2>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=23]] <<elseif $tdround eq 3>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=28]] <<elseif $tdround eq 4>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=33]] <<elseif $tdround eq 5>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=38]] <<elseif $tdround eq 6>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=41]] <<elseif $tdround eq "Done">>[[The game is over.|AndreMeet4][$p=43]] <</if>> <<elseif $p eq 22>> <b>Did you end up with Mr. Brown because… because he’s Black?</b> The question lands like a pebble in a still pond, sending ripples of silence through the group. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> eyes meet yours, and for a moment, her usual confident demeanor softens. You can see a flicker of something—maybe surprise, maybe understanding—as if she's trying to grasp why you'd ask something like that. She takes a breath, her voice calm yet firm as she responds. <<AlexandraTalk "No, $name. That’s not why I ended up with Andre.">> Her eyes drift toward <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, and the tension between them eases into something warm, something real. She reaches out, her fingers brushing his arm in a familiar, intimate gesture that speaks of years spent together. <<AlexandraTalk "When we met, we were both going through really tough times in our lives, I was dealing with financial struggles. Things were... difficult. But Andre... Andre was dealing with something much harder. We didn’t come together because of something as shallow as race. We came together because we were both hurting, and we found comfort in each other. We became each other’s safe haven when the world seemed to be falling apart.">> As she speaks, her gaze lingers on <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, and you can see the depth of their connection in the way they look at each other. It’s not just about attraction or power—it’s something deeper, forged in shared pain and mutual support. <<AlexandraTalk "We supported each other in every way—emotionally, mentally, professionally. And now, ten years later, we’re not just partners—we’re a team. We’ve built a life together, a strong and powerful one, yes, but it’s built on trust, respect, and love.">> Her words hang in the air, and you feel a pang of guilt twisting in your chest. You realize how wrong you were to reduce their relationship to something so simplistic, so superficial. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> isn’t just a symbol of dominance or desire. He’s a man who has faced loss, and he found strength in <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> love. In <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> response, you catch a glimpse of a side she's never revealed before. <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, sitting beside you, seems equally captivated by the story. Her eyes soften with admiration as she watches the couple, clearly moved by the depth of their connection. And then, it hits you—how much of an ass you feel like for asking that question, for thinking <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> was with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> just because of his <i>physique</i>. Before the silence grows too heavy, <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> speaks up. His deep voice cuts through the tension, but there’s no anger in it—just a kind of amused understanding. <<AndreTalk "I’m not offended by the question, $name. I know that some white people have certain... stereotypes about black men. I’ve dealt with that my whole life. Truth is, that stereotype has actually gotten me laid a lot over the years. Women hear ‘big black man with the huge black cock’ and they’re curious. And hey, I’ve filled those shoes just fine.">> There’s a playful glint in his eyes as he says it, and even <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> cracks a smile, her hand still resting on his arm. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> blushes a little, but she’s clearly intrigued by his honesty, her gaze lingering on him with a mix of fascination and admiration. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> owns who he is, both the man and the myth, and it only makes him more impressive in your eyes. <<if $MCaskedquestions.has('AndreT1')>> <mc><i>So the myth helped him sleep with over 100 women...</i></mc><</if>> <<if $tdround eq 2>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=23]] <<elseif $tdround eq 3>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=28]] <<elseif $tdround eq 4>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=33]] <<elseif $tdround eq 5>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=38]] <<elseif $tdround eq 6>>[[It is Jessica's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=41]] <<elseif $tdround eq "Done">>[[The game is over.|AndreMeet4][$p=43]] <</if>> <<elseif $p eq 23>> <<JessicaTalk "Alright my turn again. So Alexandra, truth or dare?">> <<AlexandraTalk "Dare!">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> leans forward, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she faces <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. <<JessicaTalk "Okay, Alexandra. Kiss Mr. Brown passionately, like the climax of a movie.">> A brief silence falls over the group as <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> eyes meet <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica>, and then she turns her gaze to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, her lips curling into a sultry smile. The tension between the couple is palpable, and you can feel the air around you almost crackle with anticipation. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> chuckles, his deep voice filled with amusement and a hint of challenge. <<AndreTalk "A dare like that? Easy.">> He shifts in his seat, positioning himself closer to <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. The way he moves is confident, almost predatory, like a man who knows exactly what he’s doing. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> turns her body toward him, her golden bikini accentuating every curve as she leans in. The two of them are magnetic, drawing all the attention in the room as they prepare to fulfill the dare. You feel your pulse quicken as you watch them. <mc><i>This is going to be… intense.</i></mc> When their lips finally meet, it’s not just a kiss. It’s a full-on, passionate embrace, like something straight out of a movie scene. <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> hand cups the back of <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> head, pulling her closer as their mouths move together in perfect sync. There’s nothing hesitant about the way they kiss—no holding back, no shyness. Just raw, unfiltered passion. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Dare4.jpg" height=400></div> Their tongues intertwine, deepening the kiss as if they’re lost in their own world. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> hands roam over <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> broad shoulders, her fingers digging into his muscles as she melts against him. You can see the way her body responds to him, the subtle arch of her back, the way her chest presses against his. It’s hypnotic, and you can’t tear your eyes away. Beside you, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> is just as captivated. You notice her breathing a little heavier, her eyes glued to the couple in front of you. <mc><i>She’s really into this… and so am I.</i></mc> The sight of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> kissing like that, so openly, so unashamedly—it’s impossible not to feel aroused. Your heart pounds in your chest as you watch <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> hand slide down <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> back, tracing the line of her spine before resting on her hip. His fingers tighten, pulling her even closer as the kiss grows more heated. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> moans softly into his mouth, a sound that makes your pulse race. You swallow hard, trying to keep your reaction under control, but it’s no use. <mc><i>This is… so hot.</i></mc> Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the kiss breaks. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> pull back, both of them slightly breathless, their lips swollen from the intensity of the kiss. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> eyes are half-lidded with desire, and <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> grin is one of pure satisfaction. They share a look that speaks volumes—this isn’t just for show; there’s real chemistry there. You glance at <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, and she looks just as flustered as you feel. Her cheeks are flushed, her breathing shallow, and when she meets your eyes, you can see the same arousal mirrored in her gaze. The realization only adds to the heat building between you. <mc><i>She’s as turned on as I am… maybe more?</i></mc> <<AlexandraTalk "I think that dare was more for you two than it was for us. Did you enjoy the show?">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and you can only nod, your eyes fixed on the couple. <<AndreTalk "I'm next right?">> <<set $tdround to 3>> [[Mr. Brown turns to Alexandra.|AndreMeet4][$p=24]] <<elseif $p eq 24>> <<AndreTalk "Truth or dare love?">> <<AlexandraTalk "After that kiss? Give me a naughty dare da... baby.">> The tension around the pool has grown palpable as the game reaches a new level of intimacy. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, always confident and commanding, leans back in his chair and flashes a playful smile at <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. <<AndreTalk "Alright, I dare you to imitate what you sound like when we have sex.">> You can feel the air shift as everyone in the group reacts. <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> eyes widen slightly, and you notice the way she subtly adjusts her posture, intrigued. As for you, your heart pounds in your chest, a mix of nervousness and curiosity filling your mind. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> doesn’t hesitate. She turns her body slightly toward <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, her golden bikini catching the light as she tilts her head back and closes her eyes. Then, she starts. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Dare7.jpg" height=500></div> Her voice is soft at first, a low, sensual moan escaping her lips. She moves her body in subtle but deliberate ways, her hands trailing down her sides, accentuating the curves of her figure. Her moans grow louder, more intense, and she bites her lip, letting out gasps that sound almost too real. <<AlexandraTalk "Oh… yes, right there… harder, just like that…">> Her voice is rich with pleasure, and the expression on her face is one of pure ecstasy. You watch, mesmerized and a little overwhelmed. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> imitation is nothing short of captivating, her moans echoing in your ears. Each sound she makes, each movement, is filled with such raw passion that you can’t help but feel a stirring of arousal despite yourself. You glance at <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, and you can see she’s equally entranced. Her eyes are locked on <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, her lips parted slightly as she listens. The expression on Jessica’s face isn’t just intrigue—it’s something deeper, something that makes you feel a pang of insecurity. There’s no denying it: <jessica>Jessica</jessica> is captivated by <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> performance, and a part of you wonders if she’s imagining herself in <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> place. <mc><i>She heard Clara's moans with Darius, now Alexandra's moans...</i></mc> <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> watches his partner with a satisfied grin, clearly enjoying the display. His hand rests casually on the arm of his chair, but there’s an unmistakable glint of pride in his eyes. He knows <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> is putting on a show not just for him, but for everyone here, and he’s relishing every second of it. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> performance reaches its peak, her moans turning into breathy cries as she mimics the crescendo of pleasure. Her face is flushed, her eyes half-closed as she gasps and moans, lost in the act. The sounds she makes are vivid, and the raw intensity of it all leaves the group silent, captivated. When <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> finally finishes, she opens her eyes and looks around the pool, her expression playful yet satisfied. She locks eyes with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, and he gives her a subtle nod of approval. <<AlexandraTalk "Well, that’s how it sounds when we’re together.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> shifts beside you, and you notice the flush on her cheeks, her gaze lingering on <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> as if she’s still processing what just happened. You can’t help but wonder if she’s comparing what she just witnessed to your own intimate moments together. She’s never been that vocal with you, never made those kinds of sounds… except when she used her dildo. It’s a realization that hits hard, leaving you feeling both inadequate and strangely aroused. The sight of <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> intrigued expression, the knowledge that she’s thinking about <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> performance, only adds to your internal conflict. <mc><i>Does she want what Alexandra and Mr. Brown have? I'm sure she does...</i></mc> As you sit there, trying to make sense of your emotions, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> leans back in her chair, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. She knows exactly the impact she’s had on everyone in the group, and she’s clearly pleased with the outcome. <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> gaze flickers to you, and you catch the faintest hint of amusement in his eyes. He knows you’re affected by what just happened, and his silent acknowledgment only adds to the weight of the moment. [[It's Alexandra's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=25]] <<elseif $p eq 25>> <<AlexandraTalk "So, Jessica. Truth or dare?">> <<JessicaTalk "After that performance? Truth.">> <<AlexandraTalk "Have you ever taken someone's virginity?">> The question hangs in the air, and you feel a sudden rush of heat to your face. You know the answer, and by the look on <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> face, she's thinking the same thing. You shift uncomfortably in your seat, suddenly hyper-aware of how exposed you feel. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> hesitates, biting her lower lip before finally nodding. <<JessicaTalk "Yes, I have.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Truth5.jpg" height=500></div> The admission feels like a spotlight has been turned on you both. You can feel <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> eyes on you, and when you glance up, you catch his smirk, a mix of amusement and curiosity playing across his face. You look away quickly, your cheeks burning. <mc><i>Why does this feel so intense? It’s just a game, but... now they all know. I didn't think this would come up.</i></mc> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, never one to miss a beat, tilts her head slightly, her smile widening. Her tone is teasing, but there's an edge of genuine curiosity beneath it. <<AlexandraTalk "Oh, really? And who was the lucky guy?">> [[Intervene!|AndreMeet4][$p=26]] [[Let Jessica answer.|AndreMeet4][$p=27]] <<elseif $p eq 26>> You clear your throat, feeling the need to protect both <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and yourself from the spotlight that has suddenly been cast. Your voice coming out a little more forcefully than you intended. <<MCTalk "Jessica already answered the question Ma'am. And it is my turn to ask now.">> <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> raises an eyebrow, his smirk widening just slightly as he watches the scene unfold. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, however, is the first to respond. She leans back in her chair, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips. <<AlexandraTalk "Oh, I see. Looks like we’ve uncovered a little more than we expected.">> You glance down, your cheeks burning as you realize just how transparent you were in that moment. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> reaches over and squeezes your hand, offering you a reassuring smile. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> chuckles softly, his gaze shifting between you and Jessica. <<AndreTalk "Don’t worry boy! No need to be shy. We all have our firsts, after all.">> <<AlexandraTalk "And hey, it’s not every day you get to be someone’s first. It can be a very special bond.">> [[It is your turn to ask!|AndreMeet4][$p=100]] <<elseif $p eq 27>><<set $sub +=1>> <<JessicaTalk "It was $name.">> You can practically feel the shift in the air. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> chuckles softly, shaking his head. <<AndreTalk "Well, well, looks like we've got a special connection here.">> <<AlexandraTalk "That’s so sweet. $name, you are one lucky boy to be with such a beauty.">> You feel like your face is on fire, but there’s no escaping the attention now. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> seems to sense your discomfort, and she reaches out, giving your hand a quick squeeze under the table. Her touch is reassuring, but it doesn’t stop the butterflies in your stomach from going wild. <<AndreTalk "Well, Jessica, you certainly left a mark on $name, didn’t you?">> <<MCTalk "Anyway, it's my turn to ask now!">> [[It is your turn to ask!|AndreMeet4][$p=100]] <<elseif $p eq 28>> <<JessicaTalk "Dear $name, truth or dare?">> <<link[[Truth!|AndreMeet4]]>><<set $p to 29>><<drop $MCAtruthordare "JessT" 1>><<pickup $MCansweredquestions "JessT" 1>><</link>> <<link[[Dare!|AndreMeet4]]>><<set $p to 30>><<drop $MCAtruthordare "JessD" 1>><<pickup $MCansweredquestions "JessD" 1>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 29>> <<JessicaTalk "When I’m on top of you, what’s your favorite part of me to watch?">> A mix of excitement and nervousness rush through you. The question is intimate, and with the way <jessica>Jessica</jessica> is looking at you, you know she’s expecting an honest answer. You glance at her, taking in the way her red bikini accentuates her curves, the way her green eyes sparkle with mischief. <mc><i>How can I choose just one thing?</i></mc> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Truth6.jpg" height=500></div> You clear your throat, trying to keep your composure. <<MCTalk "Honestly, it’s your breasts… and your face. Especially your eyes and your lips. When you look at me with those green eyes and that smile… it’s just… it’s everything.">> <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> smile widens, her eyes softening as she hears your answer. She leans in slightly, her hand brushing your knee in a subtle, affectionate gesture. <<JessicaTalk "Good answer.">> As you look at her, you can’t help but notice something else. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> glancing at <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. It’s subtle, but it’s there—the way <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> eyes linger on <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> chest, the way <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> gaze briefly dips before returning to her face. They’re both appreciating her, and it’s hard not to feel a mix of emotions as you watch them. <mc><i>They’re both checking her out…</i></mc> The thought sends a strange jolt through you, a blend of pride and discomfort. You can’t deny that <jessica>Jessica</jessica> looks stunning, and part of you likes the idea that others find her as irresistible as you do. But at the same time, it’s unsettling, especially when you notice how focused they both seem. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> chuckles, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she looks between you and <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. <<AlexandraTalk "Well, I can’t say I blame you, $name, she does have quite the effect on people, doesn’t she?">> <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> nods in agreement, his expression calm but clearly appreciating <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> beauty. <<AndreTalk "Definitely, Jessica has that… captivating presence.">> Their words, their appreciation, it all stirs something deep within you. You feel a flicker of arousal, a warm rush of desire mixed with a hint of unease. The way they look at <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, the way they acknowledge her beauty, it’s both thrilling and slightly bothersome. You’re turned on by the idea of them admiring her, but at the same time, it makes you feel vulnerable, exposed. <mc><i>Why does this turn me on so much?</i></mc> <<if $tdround eq 3>>[[It is Mr. Brown's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=31]] <<elseif $tdround eq 5>>[[It's Mr. Brown's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=39]] <</if>> <<elseif $p eq 30>> <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> eyes light up with mischief as she turns to you, a playful grin spreading across her face. You can already sense that whatever she’s about to ask will push your comfort zone. <<JessicaTalk "Okay, babe, I’ve got a dare for you. I dare you to give Alexandra a lap dance.">> The words hit you like a wave, and you feel your heart race. You glance at <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, who raises an eyebrow in amusement, her golden bikini glistening under the sun. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> chuckles, clearly entertained by the idea. You take a deep breath, standing up from your chair and moving toward <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. <<AlexandraTalk "Don’t be shy, boy, show me what you’ve got.">> <mc><i>I can do this. It’s just a game. Just have fun with it.</i></mc> With a mix of anticipation and excitement, you straddle <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> lap, positioning yourself in a cowgirl stance. The closeness between your bodies is almost overwhelming, and you can feel her presence enveloping you. Your hips begin to sway, moving to an imaginary beat as you try to lose yourself in the moment. The playful atmosphere around you only adds to the tension, and you place your hands on <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> shoulders, your body hovering over hers. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Dare.jpg"></div> You look down and see her gaze locking onto yours. Those piercing blue eyes, so much like your own, seem to draw you in, making you feel both exposed and oddly connected to her in this moment. You start to sway your hips, moving closer until your thighs brush against hers, your femboy figure accentuating every movement. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> eyes travel down your body, lingering on your feminine legs and the curve of your butt, which seems even more pronounced in this position. As you move, your short swim shorts ride up unintentionally, revealing more of your slender thighs and accentuating the curve of your firm, feminine butt. The fabric clings to your skin, highlighting the shapeliness of your legs and the smoothness of your complexion. You feel a mix of embarrassment and arousal as you notice the attention this small mishap draws. Her hands, strong yet gentle, slide up your sides, causing your skin to tingle in response. The contact sends shivers through you, and you can’t help but notice the way her touch makes you feel—both vulnerable and excited. As you dance, you become more aware of your own arousal, your small erection pressing against <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> lap with each movement. You try to maintain your composure, but the sensation is undeniable, especially when you feel <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> subtly shifting beneath you, as if to amplify the contact. Her lips curl into a knowing smile, her eyes flicking down to where your bodies meet before returning to your gaze. <<AlexandraTalk "You’re surprisingly good at this, $name!">> The compliment sends a thrill through you, making you push yourself even further into the dance, wanting to impress her, to earn her approval. Finally, as the dance comes to an end, you stop moving, your breath slightly ragged. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> leans in close, her breath warm against your ear, and you feel her hand trail down your back, lingering for a moment before—smack!—she playfully spanks your ass. The jolt of sensation makes you gasp, your cheeks flushing with a mix of surprise and arousal. <<AlexandraTalk "Such a firm, sexy ass, I can see why Jessica’s so fond of it.">> You can’t help but blush deeply, trying to maintain your composure. After whispering these words into your ear she leans back. Her blue eyes sparkle with a satisfied gleam as she takes in your reaction, clearly pleased with the effect she has on you. You glance over at <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, both watching with interest. <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> smirk is amused, while <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> eyes gleam with excitement, her gaze flicking between you and <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. You return to your seat, trying to calm your racing heart, though the lingering sensation of <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> hand on your skin and the way she looked at you during the dance stay with you. <<if $tdround eq 3>>[[It is Mr. Brown's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=31]] <<elseif $tdround eq 5>>[[It's Mr. Brown's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=39]] <</if>> <<elseif $p eq 31>> <<AndreTalk "Alright, Alexandra. You already said Dare to me. Truth: What’s your biggest regret in life?">> <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> playful demeanor softens as she contemplates the question. Her eyes meet <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre>, and for a moment, it’s as if the two of them are the only ones by the pool. There’s a deep connection between them, one that’s recognizable in the way they look at each other. <<AlexandraTalk "My biggest regret… is not meeting you sooner.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Truth9.jpg"></div> Her voice is quiet, but the sincerity in it is unmistakable. You watch as she reaches out, placing her hand gently on <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> arm. He responds immediately, his large hand covering hers in a gesture of reassurance and love. <<AlexandraTalk "We’ve been together for a decade, but I sometimes wish we’d found each other earlier. I think about how much time we could have had together, how much more we could have experienced if we’d crossed paths sooner. I see Jessica and $name here... young and in love… and I just wish we could’ve had that too. All those extra years together…">> Her words are filled with emotion, and you can see the depth of her feelings for <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. There’s no regret in their relationship itself—only in the time they didn’t get to share. The way she speaks about him, with such admiration and love, touches something deep within you. <mc><i>Could Jess and I ever have something this strong?</i></mc> <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> response is immediate. He pulls <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> closer to him, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. There’s a tenderness in his actions, a silent acknowledgment of everything she just said. His expression, usually so confident and composed, softens into something more vulnerable. As you sit there, watching the couple share this tender moment, you feel a sense of admiration for both of them. They’ve been through so much together, and yet they’re still so deeply in love. It’s a reminder that relationships are about more than just the highs—they’re about the journey, the support, and the unwavering connection that keeps you together through everything. [[It is Alexandra's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=32]] <<elseif $p eq 32>><<set $tdround to 4>> <<AlexandraTalk "Truth or Dare $name?">> <<if $MCansweredquestions.has ('AlexandraD')>><<link [[Truth.|AndreMeet4]]>><<set $p to 7>><<pickup $MCansweredquestions "AlexandraT" 1>><</link>> <<elseif $MCansweredquestions.has ('AlexandraT')>><<link [[Dare.|AndreMeet4]]>><<set $p to 8>><<pickup $MCansweredquestions "AlexandraD" 1>><</link>> <</if>> <<elseif $p eq 33>> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> seems to be enjoying the playful and daring atmosphere, her green eyes shining with curiosity and mischief as she turns her attention to Alexandra. <<JessicaTalk "Alright, Alexandra. Truth, Would you have a threesome with anyone in this group?">> You glance at <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, who smirks, clearly intrigued by the question, while <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> takes her time, considering her answer. She meets <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> gaze with a confident smile, her golden bikini shimmering under the sunlight. <<AlexandraTalk "Well, Jessica, that’s an interesting question. And to answer it… yes, I would.">> <mc><i>She would? With any of us?</i></mc> <<AlexandraTalk "I’d be open to a threesome with any combination of people here. You’re all… quite attractive in your own ways.">> <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> eyes gliding over the group—first to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, then to you, and finally back to <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. Your mind races as you process what she just said. <mc><i>he’d consider sleeping with me? With Jessica? With both of us?</i></mc> The idea feels almost surreal. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, with her commanding presence and undeniable allure, just admitted she’d be up for having sex with you. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Truth.jpg" height=500></div> <<AlexandraTalk "You seem a bit caught off guard, $name. But I assure you, it’s just a game… for now.">> You swallow, trying to maintain your composure. You’re still trying to wrap your head around the idea, and you can’t help but wonder what <jessica>Jessica</jessica> is thinking. She is bisexual and she must be attracted to <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> as much as you are... <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> voice pulls you from your thoughts. <<JessicaTalk "I guess that makes things interesting, doesn’t it?">> You can tell she’s enjoying this, the boundaries of the game pushing all of you closer to something unexpected. And the conversation shifts back to the game. [[It is Mr. Brown's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=34]] <<elseif $p eq 34>> <<AndreTalk "So $name, truth or dare?">> <<if $MCAtruthordare.has ('AndreT')>><<link [[Truth.|AndreMeet4]]>><<set $p to 35>><<pickup $MCansweredquestions "AndreT" 1>><<drop $MCAtruthordare "AndreT" 1>><</link>><</if>> <<if $MCAtruthordare.has ('AndreD')>><<link [[Dare.|AndreMeet4]]>><<set $p to 36>><<pickup $MCansweredquestions "AndreD" 1>><<drop $MCAtruthordare "AndreD" 1>><</link>> <</if>> <<elseif $p eq 35>> <<AndreTalk "What’s your favorite sex position?">> <<MCTalk "Cowgirl, I like being able to see the beautiful face of my lover.">> Your voice is a little quieter than you intended. There’s a brief silence, and then Alexandra’s teasing voice cuts through the air. <<AlexandraTalk "Oh, so you like being on the bottom, huh? Sounds like you’re a natural at letting someone else take control.">> The way she says it—so casually, yet so knowingly—makes you feel exposed, as if she’s already seen through you. <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, however, just laughs softly, nudging you with her elbow. <<JessicaTalk "That’s so sweet, I like that about you.">> You manage a smile, feeling a bit more at ease with her reassurance, but Alexandra’s words still linger in your mind. <<if $tdround eq 4>>[[It's Alexandra's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=37]] <<elseif $tdround eq "Done">>[[It's Alexandra's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=42]] <</if>> <<elseif $p eq 36>><<set $MCcuck +=2>><<set $bbcinterest +=1>> <<AndreTalk "Share a sexual fantasy that your loved one’s never heard before.">> The question catches you off guard. A whirlwind of thoughts races through your mind, and to your surprise, the first one that pops up is… <b>cuckolding</b>. The thought jolts you, and you can feel your face flushing as you try to suppress it. The idea of it—the vulnerability, the mix of humiliation and arousal—sends your thoughts spinning. Images of <jessica>Jessica</jessica> with a big black cock in her pops up... But you can't say that here, not now, not in front of <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and especially not in front of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and Alexandra. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Dare6.jpg" height=500></div> You take a deep breath, struggling to push the forbidden thought aside. Instead, you force yourself to come up with something else, something safer. <<MCTalk "Um… a threesome, with another girl.">> <<JessicaTalk "Really? You’ve never mentioned that before.">> <<MCTalk "Yeah, it just… came to mind.">> You know it’s not the full truth—not the real fantasy that first popped into your head. And as you glance over at <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, you can’t shake the feeling that they might sense there’s more beneath the surface. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> gives you a knowing look, her eyes glinting with amusement and with a teasing voice. <<AlexandraTalk "Sounds like fun. Maybe one day, you’ll get your wish.">> With <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> teasing words you imagine her and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> having a steamy threesome with you! <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Dare5.jpg" height=500></div> <<if $tdround eq 4>>[[It's Alexandra's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=37]] <<elseif $tdround eq "Done">>[[It's Alexandra's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=42]] <</if>> <<elseif $p eq 37>><<set $tdround to 5>> <<AlexandraTalk "Andre, truth or dare?">> <<AndreTalk "Truth, love.">> <<AlexandraTalk "Alright, Andre, truth this time. What’s the most adventurous place you’ve ever had sex?">> <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> takes a sip of his drink, the corners of his lips curling up in a confident smirk. He lets the anticipation build for a moment, his eyes glancing around the group before finally answering. <<AndreTalk "In the ocean, right off the side of my yacht.">> The words hang in the air, and you feel a rush of emotions all at once. The ocean? A yacht? You can’t help but picture the scene: <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, effortlessly wealthy and bold, having an intimate moment in such a luxurious and daring setting. It’s a world far removed from anything you’ve experienced. You glance over at <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and see her reaction—her eyes widen slightly, clearly impressed, maybe even intrigued by the idea. It’s like every word out of <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> mouth adds another layer to his aura of dominance and sophistication. You feel a pang of jealousy mixed with awe. Here you are, struggling with your own insecurities, while this man seems to have it all—wealth, confidence, and a sense of adventure that draws everyone in. <<AlexandraTalk "You always did have a taste for the finer things.">> <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> still focused on <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, her gaze lingering on him a little too long. You can’t shake the feeling that <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> is everything you’re not. And the way <jessica>Jessica</jessica> looks at him... [[It's your turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=100]] <<elseif $p eq 38>> <<JessicaTalk "Truth or dare baby?">> <<if $MCansweredquestions.has ('JessD')>><<link [[Truth.|AndreMeet4]]>><<set $p to 29>><<pickup $MCansweredquestions "JessT" 1>><</link>> <<elseif $MCansweredquestions.has ('JessT')>><<link [[Dare.|AndreMeet4]]>><<set $p to 30>><<pickup $MCansweredquestions "JessD" 1>><</link>> <</if>> <<elseif $p eq 39>> <<AndreTalk "So Jessica, truth: If you could change one thing about your current sex life, what would it be?">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> shifts slightly, her fingers nervously tracing the edge of her glass. She hesitates, and you can see the gears turning in her mind. She glances at you, a brief flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, before turning back to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. Her lips part as if she’s about to speak, but she pauses, considering her words carefully. <<JessicaTalk "I guess... maybe some things could be a bit more... satisfying. You know, like size or... performance.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Truth7.jpg"></div> The words hit you like a punch to the gut. <b>Size. Performance.</b> They echo in your mind, each syllable a reminder of your insecurities. You try to keep your expression neutral, but it’s hard not to feel the sting of her admission. This isn’t just a vague complaint—this is about you, about the things you’ve always feared you couldn’t provide. It’s shame, raw and unfiltered.<<set $stress +=10>><<Stress>><<set $sub +=1>> As you struggle with your thoughts, you notice <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> exchanging a glance. There’s something in their expressions—satisfaction, intrigue. It’s like they’ve just uncovered a secret, and they’re both enjoying the discovery. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> leans back in his chair, a faint smirk playing on his lips, while <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> gaze shifts to you, her eyes gleaming with a kind of predatory interest. It’s the way she looks at you that sends a shiver down your spine. It’s not just curiosity—it’s more than that. It’s as if she’s assessing you, considering you in a new light, one that makes you feel exposed and vulnerable. The term "prey" suddenly feels all too appropriate. <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, perhaps sensing the tension, offers you a small, apologetic smile, but it doesn’t do much to ease the knot in your stomach. Her words hang in the air, heavy and unavoidable, and you can’t help but feel like you’re standing on a precipice, teetering on the edge. <<AlexandraTalk "Interesting, I think sometimes we all crave a little more… satisfaction, don’t we?">> You just sit there, feeling the weight of everyone’s eyes on you, the center of attention in a way you never wanted to be... <jessica>Jessica</jessica> tries to lighten the mood, but the damage is done. You’re left to grapple with your insecurities, the reality of her confession, and the way <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> gaze lingers on you, making you feel like you’re under a microscope. [[It's Alexandra's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=40]] <<elseif $p eq 40>><<set $tdround to 6>> The sun bathes the poolside in a warm glow, casting a golden light over the group as <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> voice rings out, full of playful authority. <<AlexandraTalk "Jessica, I dare you to sit on Andre's lap for three minutes.">> Your pulse quickens as the weight of the dare settles in. Three minutes—an eternity in this situation. <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, in her tiny thong bikini, and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, in nothing but swim shorts—it’s an intense dare and you can’t help but feel a mix of anticipation and dread. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> hesitates for only a second before stepping forward. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> slaps his thigh, a playful grin on his face. <<AndreTalk "Come here, Jess.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> moves slowly, deliberately, her eyes flicking to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, who watches her with a knowing smirk. As she approaches, her movements take on a sensual grace, every step deliberate, heightening the tension. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Dare8.jpg" height=600></div> She positions herself sideways on his lap, her legs draping over his, and leans against him, her arm sliding over his shoulder for balance. But when she lowers herself, you notice the way she pauses ever so slightly—she’s sitting directly on his bulge, with only his swim shorts and her thong between them. The thought makes your breath catch, and a strange, unfamiliar thrill surges through you. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> shifts slightly to accommodate her weight, his hand finding its way to her waist, his fingers pressing against her bare skin just above her thong bikini. The touch is both possessive and intimate, and you see <jessica>Jessica</jessica> stiffen for just a moment, fully aware of the situation. She can definitely feel his cock... Your mind spirals as you watch them. The way her thighs press against his, the way she’s seated right on top of him—it’s impossible not to notice. And judging by the flush creeping up her neck, she’s not just aware of it—she’s reacting to it. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> forces a casual smile, trying to play it off, but her eyes betray her. There’s something more in her gaze—a flicker of excitement, a subtle acknowledgment of the situation. <<AndreTalk "Comfortable?">> <<JessicaTalk "Very.">> Her voice smooth but with an undertone of tension. Her hand on his shoulder tightens just a bit, as if to steady herself against the intensity of the moment. You can’t tear your eyes away. The way <jessica>Jessica</jessica> is sitting on him, the way <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> is holding her—it’s too much. Your initial jealousy and shock give way to something else, a mix of arousal and fascination. <<AlexandraTalk "You two look good together, Jessica, you fit so perfectly in his lap.">> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> enjoying every second, her smile growing as she takes in the scene, her voice dripping with amusement. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> chuckles softly, trying to mask her nervousness with humor. <<JessicaTalk "He’s… comfortable...">> <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> movements are subtle, but each one seems to press her closer against <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. Her breath catches slightly, and you can tell she’s trying to keep her composure. But it’s clear that she’s as affected by this as you are. <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> smirk deepens as he feels her reaction. His grip on her waist is firm yet teasing, his fingers brushing against her bare skin in a way that’s both casual and intimate. <<AndreTalk "Glad I could be of service.">> <<AlexandraTalk "Three minutes might not be enough. You two seem to be enjoying yourselves.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> bites her lip, trying to suppress a smile. Her voice is shaky. Her eyes meet <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> for a moment, and the look they exchange says more than words ever could.<<set $MCcuck +=1>> <<JessicaTalk "Just… making the best of it.">> <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> chuckles softly, his hand still resting on her waist, his thumb tracing small circles against her skin. The gesture is so subtle yet so intimate, it makes your stomach twist with a mix of emotions. Finally, <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> voice cuts through the tension. <<AlexandraTalk "Time’s up.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> slowly rises from <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> lap, her cheeks flushed, her breath a little uneven. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> watches her with that same satisfied grin, clearly pleased with how things played out. You, on the other hand, are left reeling, your thoughts a chaotic jumble of emotions. All you can do is sit there in stunned silence, trying to process everything that just happened. [[It's your turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=100]] <<elseif $p eq 41>><<set $tdround to "Done">> <<JessicaTalk "So, Mr. Brown. Truth: Have you ever slept with one of your students?">> The question lands like a stone dropped into still water, sending ripples through the group. You feel a knot tighten in your stomach, anxiety creeping in. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> is her student, and the idea of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> having been with someone like her suddenly feels too close for comfort. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> doesn’t hesitate. With that same calm confidence that seems to define him, he nods and says. <<AndreTalk "Yes, I have.">> <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> reaction is immediate. Her eyebrows arch in surprise, but rather than pulling back, she leans in further, clearly intrigued. Her voice carrying a mix of curiosity and something else—a spark of excitement that you can’t ignore. <<JessicaTalk "Interesting...">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Truth8.jpg" height=600></div> Your heart pounds as you try to process his admission. The age difference, the fact that he’s dating <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, and the taboo nature of it all—it’s overwhelming. And yet, there’s something else too, something you can’t quite admit to yourself. The idea of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> sleeping with his student, someone like <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, stirs something in you. You glance at <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, and your mind races. She’s intrigued by him, by the idea that this man, her professor, has been with someone like her. The thought gnaws at you. <<AlexandraTalk "Well, well, Andre, you certainly keep things interesting, don’t you?">><<set $MCcuck +=1>> You shift uncomfortably, trying to keep your unease in check. But then you notice <jessica>Jessica</jessica>—she’s not just intrigued; she’s completely focused on <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, almost like she’s imagining herself in the place of that student. The age difference, the power dynamic—it’s all so taboo, and yet, you can’t help but find it incredibly hot and the fact that it also turns you on only makes it worse. <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> calm demeanor contrasts sharply with your internal turmoil. He doesn’t seem bothered by the implications of his answer, and that only makes it worse. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> is clearly impressed by his confidence, and you feel a pang of inadequacy, wondering if you’ll ever have that kind of effect on her. The thought of him being with someone like her—a young, impressionable college student, maybe even one of her classmates—sets your mind ablaze. You try to stay calm, but the tension lingers, and you wonder how this game will change things between all of you... [[It is Mr. Brown's turn.|AndreMeet4][$p=34]] <<elseif $p eq 42>> You watch as <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> turns to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> with a playful glint in her eye, daring him to lean in close. <<AlexandraTalk "Whisper a dirty secret in my ear, but don’t let anyone else hear it.">> <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> smirks and leans in, his lips brushing against <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> ear as he whispers something you can’t hear. You can only see the subtle movement of his mouth and the way <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> expression changes. At first, her eyes widen slightly, pupils dilating as she processes what he’s said. Then, her gaze shifts—right at you. The look she gives you is intense, like she’s just learned something tantalizing. It’s a mix of curiosity, amusement, and a hint of something darker. You feel a chill run down your spine, your heart beating faster under her gaze. What could he have possibly said that made her react like that? You can’t help but feel exposed, like they’re sharing a secret that involves you. You try to remain calm, but the way <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> eyes linger on you makes it impossible. She doesn’t say anything, just gives a sly smile before turning back to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. Whatever he whispered has clearly amused her, and now you’re left wondering what it could have been. Your mind races with possibilities, and a wave of nervous excitement courses through you. What did <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> tell her? And why does it feel like they’re both in on something that you’re not? [[It's your turn!|AndreMeet4][$p=100]] <<elseif $p eq 43>> As the truth or dare game concludes, a charged atmosphere lingers in the air. The tension from the dares and revelations has everyone on edge, particularly you. The heat of the sun feels distant compared to the warmth spreading through your body, fueled by everything that just happened. You’re caught between wanting to escape and being drawn further into the intensity of the situation. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> rises smoothly from his seat, his commanding presence impossible to ignore. He steps between you and <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, placing a firm hand on your lower back and the other on <jessica>Jessica's</jessica>. The gesture is both possessive and protective, guiding you both towards the house. The weight of his hand on your lower back sends a shiver through you, and you can’t help but feel a mix of submissiveness and excitement under his touch. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Andre Pool7.jpg" height=500></div> <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, walking on the other side of him, is similarly affected. The way <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> effortlessly dominates the space between you two, leading you both, only heightens the arousal simmering beneath the surface. It's clear he's in control, and the realization that you’re both subject to his influence makes your pulse quicken. [[You get inside.|AndreMeet4][$p=44]] <<elseif $p eq 44>> Once inside, before either of you can change out of your swimsuits, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> turns to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. She offers him a warm smile as she steps closer, placing her hands gently on his chest. <<JessicaTalk "See you later at the office, Mr. Brown.">> Then, rising on her toes, she presses a kiss to his cheek. But it’s not just any kiss—his hands are on her hips, fingers resting just above her bikini bottom, holding her close. The intimacy of the moment, the way she tilts her head and the soft smile she gives him, sends another wave of arousal and confusion washing over you. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Jessica Swimwear12.jpg"></div> <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> hands linger on her hips, his touch confident and assured. <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> body language speaks volumes—there’s a comfort in the way she rises to meet him, her heels lifting off the ground as if she’s naturally drawn to him. You watch, heart pounding, as she pulls back slightly, her eyes lingering on his for just a moment longer than necessary. The moment doesn’t end there. After <jessica>Jessica</jessica> steps away, <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> turns his attention to you. The intensity of his gaze makes your breath catch. Without a word, he places his hands on your hips, mirroring the way he held Jessica. His fingers press lightly against your skin, and you feel a sudden urge to rise on your toes, just as <jessica>Jessica</jessica> did. You find yourself leaning in, and before you realize it, you’re mimicking <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> movements, your lips brushing his cheek. The sensation of his hands on your body, the way he holds you so easily, makes your head spin. It’s not just the physical touch—it’s the power dynamic, the way he effortlessly commands your response. As you pull back, you notice the same submissiveness in yourself that you saw in Jessica, the realization striking you like a bolt of lightning. Around <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, you’re just like her—captivated, submissive, and deeply affected by his dominance. [[Change into your regular clothes.|AndreMeet4][$p=45]] <<elseif $p eq 45>> As you finally change into your regular clothes, the thoughts swirling in your mind don’t dissipate. If anything, they intensify. The realization that you and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> are both under <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> spell, both drawn to his authority and dominance, leaves you feeling more aroused and confused than ever. Memories flood back—the time you sat on <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> lap at college, in his office. It was a moment you tried to forget, but now it’s impossible to ignore. Just like <jessica>Jessica</jessica> during the dare game, you had felt his presence beneath you, his bulge pressing against you through his pants. The weight of that memory, combined with everything that happened today, makes your head spin. [[Leave the room.|AndreMeet4][$p=46]] <<elseif $p eq 46>> As you step out into the hallway, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> is already there, adjusting her clothes. She looks up at you, her cheeks still flushed from the events of the day. There's an unspoken tension between you, a shared understanding of what just happened but neither of you knows how to address it. <<JessicaTalk "Today was... intense, huh?">> <<MCTalk "Yeah, it was. Are you okay?">> <<JessicaTalk "I don't know... I mean, I am, but I'm also... I don't know how to explain it.">> <<MCTalk "It’s like... I feel the same way.">> <<JessicaTalk "It’s just... Mr. Brown, Alexandra... the way they are, it's like they just pull us in, you know?">> <<MCTalk "Yeah, I know exactly what you mean...">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> hesitates, biting her lip as she looks down at the floor. The silence stretches out, thick with everything left unsaid. Finally, she takes a deep breath and meets your eyes. <<JessicaTalk "I... I wanted to apologize for what I said during the truth or dare game. About... you know, your size and performance. I shouldn't have brought that up. It wasn’t fair, and I’m sorry.">> Her words hit you like a punch to the gut, making the already awkward situation even more uncomfortable. You can tell she’s sincere, but it doesn’t make the sting of her confession any less sharp. <<MCTalk "It’s okay, Jess. I mean, it’s not, but... I... I don't know. This whole morning has just been... awkward.">> The two of you stand there for a moment, neither of you sure how to move past this. The air is heavy with everything that’s happened, everything that’s been said, and the unspoken connection you both share with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. Finally, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> shifts awkwardly, glancing towards the door. <<JessicaTalk "I guess we should get going. We’ll, um, figure things out... on Sunday?">> <<MCTalk "Yeah, Sunday. We’ll figure it out then.">> With that, you both make your way to the door, the tension between you palpable. <<link[[Prepare to go to work!|Bus Terminal]]>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $p to 1>><<set $andrequest to 4>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> You turn to find <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> leaning casually against the doorframe, her eyes locked onto yours with that familiar, teasing glint. <<AlexandraTalk "Leaving already, $name?">> <<MCTalk "Yes Ma'am... I was just about to head home.">> <<AlexandraTalk "Come to my penthouse tonight.">> It's not a question, but an invitation laced with a hint of command. You freeze, the weight of the day pressing down on you all at once. <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> words about your size and performance, <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> dominance, <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> teasing, and the overwhelming arousal—all of it crashes over you like a wave. You're on the brink of tears, but you can't bring yourself to refuse. You're too drained, too overwhelmed to resist her. You nod slowly, unable to find your voice, and <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> smile widens, pleased with your compliance. She steps closer, her presence both comforting and intimidating. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra10.jpg" height=600></div> [[Go to Alexandra's Penthouse again.|AlexandraMeet2][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> The ride to <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> penthouse is silent, the tension between you palpable. She doesn't say much, but her gaze never leaves you, as if she's studying your every move, every breath. It's unnerving, yet you can't deny the pull you feel toward her, the way her presence seems to dominate your thoughts, just like <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> had earlier. When you finally reach her penthouse, the city lights twinkling outside the large windows, you're on the edge of breaking down. She leads you inside, her hand on your lower back, guiding you with that same gentle yet firm touch you've felt before. The door closes behind you with a soft click, sealing you inside her world. You're one step away from crying, but even in your vulnerability, you can't bring yourself to pull away from her. She turns to face you, her expression softening slightly as she sees the turmoil in your eyes. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra9.jpg" height=600></div> <<AlexandraTalk "$name, you look like you need a drink.">> She doesn't wait for your response, moving to pour you a glass of wine. As she hands it to you, her fingers brush yours, sending a shiver down your spine. You take a sip, the liquid burning as it goes down, but it does nothing to dull the ache inside you. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> watches you closely, her eyes searching your face for something, and you can feel your composure slipping. <<AlexandraTalk "I know this morning must have been hard for you. But let me help you unwind.">> The tears you've been holding back threaten to spill over, but before you can break, she steps closer, her presence overwhelming. <<AlexandraTalk "You're safe here. Let it out, $name. It's just you and me tonight.">> Her words are the final straw. The tears come, and before you know it, you're crying softly, the weight of everything finally crashing down on you. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> pulls you into her arms, her embrace firm yet comforting. [[Alexandra pulls you closer to her.|AlexandraMeet2][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> She presses your head gently against her chest, her large, soft breasts cushioning your face. You can feel the warmth of her skin through her cleavage, and it’s clear she’s not wearing a bra. The realization adds to the overwhelming mix of emotions flooding your senses, but somehow, it’s also oddly comforting. The way she holds you, so tenderly yet with an undeniable dominance, eases the tension in your body, allowing you to let go and just feel. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra11.jpg" height=500></div> <<AlexandraTalk "There you go, just let it all out.">> Her voice is soothing, a lullaby in the quiet of the penthouse. As your crying subsides, you find yourself breathing in her scent, the softness of her breasts cradling you as she strokes your hair. It's intimate, too intimate, but you can't bring yourself to pull away. Instead, you find solace in her embrace, in the way she seems to understand your pain without you having to say a word. <<MCTalk "I'm sorry... I just... I don't know what to do.">> <<AlexandraTalk "Shhh, it's okay, $name. You're doing just fine.">><<set $stress to 0>><<Stress>> You nod against her chest, not trusting your voice yet. The warmth of her body, the softness of her breasts pressing against your face, and the gentle rise and fall of her breathing are all incredibly soothing. You could stay here forever, safe in her embrace, away from the confusion and insecurities that plague you. She pulls back slightly, just enough to look down at you, her eyes filled with a mixture of affection and authority. <<AlexandraTalk "You’re carrying so much, darling. But you don’t have to bear it alone. Let me help you. Let me guide you.">> [[Your anxiety settles down.|AlexandraMeet2][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> As <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> comforting embrace steadies your breathing, you begin to feel the weight of your anxiety lifting, replaced by a deep, calming warmth. Her soothing presence, combined with the tender way she held you against her, brings a sense of safety you've been craving all day. There's something in her eyes that draws you in, a mix of understanding and something deeper—something that calls to the part of you that has always craved guidance, craved to be taken care of. You're still raw from everything that's happened, your insecurities laid bare, and her offer feels like a lifeline. <<AlexandraTalk "Let me help you with your problems $name. Like I helped you with your unemployement, like I taught you to eat that orange.">> Her hand gently cups your cheek, her thumb brushing against your skin in a way that’s both tender and commanding. You feel a shiver run down your spine as her eyes lock onto yours, their intensity making it hard to look away. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra12.jpg" height=500></div> <<AlexandraTalk "I now understand how truly unsatisfied Jessica is with your sex life. And I can see how much it weighs on you. But you don't have to face it alone. We can work through it together. Let me show you how.">> Her words strike a chord deep within you, hitting at the heart of your insecurities. You feel a mix of emotions swirling inside—relief at the thought of someone understanding your struggles, but also a deep sense of shame. The idea of <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> knowing your most intimate failures is almost too much to bear, yet the way she speaks, so calm and reassuring, makes it hard to refuse her offer. <<MCTalk "I... I don’t know, Ma'am. It’s just... it’s so embarrassing. I don’t want to bother you any longer.">> Your voice trembles with uncertainty, the vulnerability of the situation making you feel exposed. You’ve never talked about these issues with anyone, let alone your dominant boss <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, who seems so confident and self-assured. The thought of her seeing you at your most vulnerable, of knowing the extent of your inadequacies, sends a wave of anxiety crashing over you. <<AlexandraTalk "Shh, darling. There’s no need to feel ashamed. I’m here to help you, not to judge you. We all have our struggles, and it’s okay to ask for guidance.">> Her fingers trail down from your cheek to your shoulder, the touch light but purposeful. You feel her words sinking in, wrapping around your doubts and fears, slowly eroding them. <<MCTalk "But... what if I can’t do it? What if I’m just not enough for Jessica?">> [[Alexandra once again comforts you.|AlexandraMeet2][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> <<AlexandraTalk "You just need the right guidance, someone to show you the way. But if you want my help with your sex life, $name, I need to see what I’m working with. I can’t guide you properly unless I understand the full picture. You understand, don’t you?">> Her suggestion sends a shockwave through you. The idea of undressing in front of <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, of exposing yourself completely, is both terrifying and strangely alluring. You feel a swirl of emotions—embarrassment, fear, but also a growing sense of submission to her authority. <<MCTalk "I... I don’t know, Ma'am. It’s just... so embarrassing. You are my boss...">> You can’t finish the sentence, the words catching in your throat. The thought of <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> seeing your small, inadequate dick makes your stomach twist with anxiety. Yet, beneath that anxiety, there’s a flicker of something else—an undeniable pull toward her, a longing to be seen, to be accepted, even in your most vulnerable state. <<AlexandraTalk "I’m not here to judge you. I’m here to help you, to guide you to a better place. But I can’t do that unless you trust me. Trust that I have your best interests at heart.">> She steps back just slightly, giving you a moment to process her words. The room feels smaller, more intimate, with her presence dominating your senses. The idea of undressing in front of her feels like crossing a line, one that once crossed, you can’t go back from. But the way she speaks, with such confidence and authority, makes it hard to resist. <<MCTalk "I'm scared Ma'am.">> <<AlexandraTalk "I know you are, darling. But remember, I’m here with you, every step of the way.">> There’s a warmth in her touch, a promise of safety that begins to chip away at your reluctance. You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, your heart pounding in your chest. You know this moment is pivotal, that whatever happens next will change things between you and <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> forever. But the thought of her guidance, her approval, is too tempting to resist. [[You slowly undress.|AlexandraMeet2][$p=6]] <<elseif $p eq 6 and $panties neq "Black Boxers">><<set $v3_AlexandraPanties to 1>> You undress and finally, you’re left standing in just your $panties. <div style="text-align:center"><<ClothesImage $pantiesimgname 400>><</ClothesImage>></div> The soft fabric clings to your feminine curves, accentuating your girlish hips and the roundness of your butt. Your heart is pounding so loudly in your chest that you’re sure <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> can hear it. You glance up at her, your nerves on edge, terrified of what she might say or how she might react. <<AlexandraTalk "Look at you, $name. Those panties suit you perfectly. They really show off your amazing legs and that cute butt of yours.">> Her words take you by surprise, the praise cutting through your anxiety like a balm. The way she looks at you, her gaze appreciative and almost proud, makes you feel a sense of acceptance you didn’t expect. Instead of feeling exposed, you find yourself standing a little straighter, a small flush of pride warming your cheeks. <<MCTalk "You really think so?">> <<AlexandraTalk "Absolutely, you’ve got such a lovely figure, and these boyshorts highlight all your best features. You should be proud of how you look.">> Her words fill you with a warmth that spreads through your chest, soothing the last of your nerves. The way she admires you, not just in a sexual way but with genuine appreciation, makes you feel seen, accepted, and even... beautiful. <<MCTalk "Thank you Ma'am.">> <<AlexandraTalk "You deserve to feel good about yourself. And with my help, you’re going to be more confident, both in and out of the bedroom.">> [[It is time to remove your underwear!|AlexandraMeet2][$p=7]] <<elseif $p eq 6 and $panties eq "Black Boxers">><<set $v3_AlexandraPanties to 0>> <div style="text-align:center"><<ClothesImage $pantiesimgname 400>><</ClothesImage>></div> You undress and finally, you’re left standing in just your $panties. Your heart is pounding so loudly in your chest that you’re sure <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> can hear it. You glance up at her, your nerves on edge, terrified of what she might say or how she might react. <<AlexandraTalk "Good boy. You’re doing so well. Now, let’s see what we’re working with.">> [[It is time to remove your underwear!|AlexandraMeet2][$p=7]] <<elseif $p eq 7>> When you’re finally standing naked in front of her, the room feels charged with tension. You can’t bring yourself to look at her, your eyes fixed on the floor, your entire body trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. But <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> hand under your chin gently lifts your head, forcing you to meet her gaze. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MC Penis3.jpg" width=350> </div> Her eyes soften as they flick down to your soft, 5 cm penis. For a moment, you hold your breath, waiting for her reaction. When a soft smile tugs at the corners of her lips, it’s not cruel or mocking; it’s almost amused, but in a way that’s strangely affectionate. She raises her hand and makes a small gesture with her index finger and thumb, indicating just how tiny your penis is. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra13.jpg"> </div> <<AlexandraTalk "My, what a cute little thing you have! So tiny, darling, but that’s okay. It’s not your fault.">> Her tone light and almost affectionate. There’s no malice in her voice, only a kind of gentle acceptance. The words hang in the air, wrapping around your mind, sinking into your thoughts. It’s not just the acknowledgment of your size that strikes you, but the way she says it—as if it’s a simple, undeniable fact. You feel a strange mix of emotions swirling inside you: shame, yes, but also an odd sense of comfort. There’s something soothing about the way she speaks, as if she’s guiding you to a truth you’ve been avoiding. <mc><i>She’s right… it’s not my fault…</i></mc> <<AlexandraTalk "Even if you tried your best, even if you were the most skilled lover, this tiny little thing… it just isn’t enough to truly satisfy a woman like Jessica.">> Her words are blunt, but there’s no cruelty in them, only a strange kind of acceptance. It’s as if she’s taking the burden of your inadequacy and making it something that isn’t yours to carry alone. <<AlexandraTalk "You can’t change what you were born with, and it’s not something to be ashamed of. You don't feel ashamed of your pretty blue eyes or your lovely ass do you? Some things can’t be changed, and that’s okay.">> Say:<<link[[You’re right, Alexandra. I trust you completely.|AlexandraMeet2]]>><<set $p to 8>><<set $alexandrameet2firstchoice to 1>><</link>> Say:<<link[[I think I understand what you’re saying. I’ll try.|AlexandraMeet2]]>><<set $p to 8>><<set $alexandrameet2firstchoice to 2>><</link>> Think:<<link[[Maybe Jessica would be happier with someone better...|AlexandraMeet2]]>><<set $p to 8>><<set $alexandrameet2firstchoice to 3>><</link>> Say:<<link[[You’re probably right... Jessica deserves to be fully satisfied.|AlexandraMeet2]]>><<set $p to 8>><<set $alexandrameet2firstchoice to 4>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 8>> <<if $alexandrameet2firstchoice eq 1>><<set $sub +=2>> You take a deep breath, letting <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> words wash over you. Her tone is soft yet firm, filled with the kind of confidence that makes it impossible to doubt her. You lower your gaze, feeling a mixture of vulnerability and gratitude. <<MCTalk "You’re right, Ma'am. I trust you completely.">> You say, your voice barely above a whisper. Her lips curl into a gentle smile, one that seems to say, Finally, you’re starting to understand. She steps closer, her presence enveloping you like a comforting blanket. <<AlexandraTalk "Good boy. That’s what I like to hear. Trust is the foundation of everything, and I’m glad you’re willing to give me yours.">> Her hand reaches out, brushing lightly against your cheek. It’s a simple touch, but it sends a shiver through you—a mix of pride, relief, and a strange, submissive warmth. <<MCTalk "Thank you Ma'am.">> <<AlexandraTalk "You don’t need to carry this burden alone. Let me guide you, darling. You’ll see that things can be better, not by fighting what you are, but by embracing it.">> Her words, though gentle, hold an undeniable authority. You find yourself nodding, feeling lighter somehow, as if you’ve been given permission to stop struggling. <<elseif $alexandrameet2firstchoice eq 2>><<set $sub +=1>> Her words weigh heavy on your mind, each one digging deep into the insecurities you’ve tried so hard to hide. You shift uncomfortably, feeling the sting of truth in her voice. <<MCTalk "I think I understand what you’re saying. I’ll try.">> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> tilts her head, her eyes softening as she studies you. It’s not pity you see in her gaze, but something far more powerful—encouragement. <<AlexandraTalk "That’s a good start, darling. I know it’s not easy to hear, but I’m proud of you for being willing to try. It takes strength to face things like this head-on.">> Her words hit you in a way you didn’t expect, and for a moment, the doubt within you wavers. Maybe she’s right. Maybe taking this step is the first move toward something better. <<MCTalk "Thank you Ma'am. I just… I hope I can make things right.">> <<AlexandraTalk "You will. You just need to trust yourself—and maybe trust me a little more too.">> Her smile widens slightly, a flicker of pride in her expression that makes your chest tighten. You feel a strange sense of relief, as if her approval has given you a small but significant victory. <<AlexandraLove 1>> <<elseif $alexandrameet2firstchoice eq 3>><<set $MCcuck +=2>> <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> words settle into your mind like stones in a pond, sending ripples of doubt through you. As much as you want to push her logic aside, it’s impossible to ignore the nagging voice in the back of your head—the one that whispers the uncomfortable truths you’ve been avoiding. You glance at <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, her confidence and poise radiating as she waits for your response. But you can’t speak. Your throat tightens, your lips part slightly, but the words won’t come. Inside, your thoughts spiral. <mc><i>Maybe she’s right… maybe Jessica would be happier with someone better. Someone who can give her everything I can’t. I’ve seen the way other guys look at her, the way she lights up a room. She deserves to feel fully satisfied, completely happy. And maybe… maybe that’s not something I can give her.</i></mc> Your heart aches at the thought, but you can’t deny how much it arouses you too—a cruel contradiction you don’t know how to untangle. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> sharp gaze seems to pierce through you as if she can sense your inner turmoil. <<AlexandraTalk "I can see those wheels turning, darling. Don’t overthink it. Sometimes the answers are simpler than they seem.">> Her words bring you back to the present, and you nod mutely, forcing yourself to meet her gaze. Her knowing smile lingers as she steps closer, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. <<AlexandraTalk "You’ll figure it out, one way or another. Just don’t be too hard on yourself, hmm?">> <<elseif $alexandrameet2firstchoice eq 4>><<set $MCcuck +=1>> <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> voice is calm, her words weaving a sense of inevitability that you can’t quite shake. You shift uncomfortably, the weight of her statement pressing against your chest. <<MCTalk "You’re probably right, Jessica deserves to be fully satisfied.">> Your heart pounds as the words leave your mouth. It feels like an admission of defeat, but also, strangely, a relief. You’ve been carrying this fear for so long, and now it’s out in the open—spoken aloud and no longer hidden. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> expression softens, a look of approval spreading across her face. <<AlexandraTalk "That’s a very mature thing to say, darling. It’s not easy to admit, but it’s a step forward.">> Her hand brushes against your arm, a gentle touch that sends a strange warmth through you. <<MCTalk "I just… I want her to be happy. Even if it means…">> You trail off, unable to finish the thought. You remember how strong her orgasms were with the big dildo... <<AlexandraTalk "Even if it means using some… creative solutions?">> <<MCTalk "Maybe...">> <<AlexandraTalk "Good. That’s the kind of openness I like to see. There’s no shame in wanting your partner to feel good, darling. Remember that.">> <</if>> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> studies your expression, her eyes sharp yet filled with a patient understanding. It’s as if she can see every thought flickering through your mind, every ounce of doubt, shame, and hesitant hope. Her smile softens, becoming something almost maternal in its warmth. She steps closer, her presence commanding yet oddly comforting. <<AlexandraTalk "I know this isn’t easy for you, darling. It takes courage to face these truths, but remember, there’s always a way forward. You don’t have to give up or feel like you’ve failed.">> Her tone is firm, yet there’s an undercurrent of something gentler, like she truly believes in what she’s saying. Her words draw your focus, grounding you as the whirlwind of thoughts slows just enough for her voice to settle in. <<AlexandraTalk "There are other ways to please Jessica. Ways that don’t rely on size. Remember, Jessica is bisexual, right? I’m sure she’s had amazing orgasms with another girl, and they don’t have anything close to what you have—not even as big as your little clit, darling.">> <mc><i>Maybe she’s right… maybe there’s another way…</i></mc> <<AlexandraTalk "Focus on foreplay, on making love to her with your hands, your mouth… Explore her body, show her how much you adore her, and take your time. Love her with everything you have, and you’ll find that size isn’t what truly matters. It’s the connection, the passion, and the way you make her feel cherished.">> As she speaks, you feel a hesitant hope begin to grow within you, but it’s still mingled with doubt. But deep down, there’s a part of you that still clings to the belief that somehow, despite everything <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> has said, you can find a way to satisfy <jessica>Jessica</jessica> with your <mc>tiny little penis</mc>. It’s a fragile hope, but it’s one you’re not quite ready to let go of, even as <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> words resonate in your mind. [[Dress up.|AlexandraMeet2][$p=9]] <<elseif $p eq 9>> As the conversation winds down, the comforting atmosphere begins to shift slightly. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> steps back, allowing you to gather your thoughts. You feel a strange mix of emotions—relief, acceptance, and a lingering doubt that refuses to fade completely. But just as you begin to dress, pulling your $panties back on with a renewed sense of vulnerability, <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> voice cuts through your thoughts once more. <<AlexandraTalk "You know, $name, you did well today. You opened up and allowed yourself to be vulnerable. That’s a big step.">> Her tone is soft, almost maternal, and you can’t help but feel a little proud of yourself despite everything. You nod, still feeling a bit exposed but more grounded now. <<AlexandraTalk "I’d like to see you in my office tomorrow evening before your shift starts. There are some things we need to discuss.">> You look at her curiously, wondering what she could possibly want to talk about. But before you can ask, she adds with a knowing smile. <<AlexandraTalk "If you’re interested in making lots of money from tips, you should think about dressing accordingly.">> That catches your attention. You find yourself intrigued, the idea of earning more appealing in the back of your mind. <<MCTalk "Dress accordingly? What do you mean?">> <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> smile widens, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous sparkle. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra12.jpg" height=600></div> <<AlexandraTalk "You have such beautiful legs and a lovely ass, $name. If you highlight those assets, you’d be surprised at how generous customers can be. Maybe a cute mini skirt, a bit of makeup… It would do wonders for your tips.">> Your heart skips a beat at the suggestion, your thoughts racing. The idea of wearing a mini skirt and makeup in public feels both thrilling and terrifying. But before you can even think about how to respond, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> steps closer, her voice soothing and persuasive. <<AlexandraTalk "You don’t have to worry about a thing, $name. I’ll take care of everything.">> <<MCTalk "You… you will?">> <<AlexandraTalk "Of course. Tomorrow evening, before your shift, come to my office. I’ll help you with your makeup personally, and I’ve already got the perfect uniform in mind for you. A cute little mini skirt that will show off those gorgeous legs of yours. Trust me, you’ll look stunning.">> [[You remember the confidence you had in the photo club.|AlexandraMeet2][$p=10]] <<elseif $p eq 10>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Penthouse.jpg" height=600></div> The way she speaks, so confident and encouraging, makes it hard to resist the idea. There’s a certain excitement building inside you, a curiosity about how it will feel to step into this new role. You’ve felt good in a skirt and makeup before, even if it was in the privacy of the photo club... The thought of doing it with <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> guidance makes it seem less daunting. <<MCTalk "I… I guess I can try.">> The words leave your mouth before you can fully process them, but once they’re out, you realize you mean them. You’re still nervous, but there’s a part of you that’s genuinely curious about what it will be like. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> smile deepens, her eyes lighting up with approval. <<AlexandraTalk "That’s the spirit, $name. You’re going to look amazing, and the tips will come pouring in. Trust me, you won’t regret it.">> As you finish dressing, a strange mix of anticipation and anxiety bubbles inside you. The thought of tomorrow is both exhilarating and nerve-wracking, but with <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> encouragement, you feel more ready to embrace it. There’s a small thrill in the idea of stepping into something new, something different, and with her by your side, you’re beginning to believe you can do it. <<AlexandraTalk "Remember, $name, there’s no shame in dressing to impress. Even I still enjoy dressing up for certain parties at my VIP club.">> She winks at you, pulling out her phone to show you a photo. You glance at the screen and see <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> in a skimpy bunny outfit, looking absolutely stunning and confident. It’s a bold look, one that oozes sexuality and power, and the way she owns it makes your heart race. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/AlexandraPhoto2.jpg" height=500></div> <<AlexandraTalk "See? It’s all about confidence. And with your legs and ass, you’ll have all the confidence you need.">> You nod, feeling a bit more reassured, though the nerves haven’t completely faded. Still, there’s a spark of excitement that wasn’t there before, a curiosity about what tomorrow will bring. As you leave <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> penthouse, your mind is a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. Tomorrow will be a big step, and though you’re still unsure, a part of you is looking forward to seeing what happens. [[Arrive home.|AlexandraMeet2][$p=11]] <<elseif $p eq 11>> When you finally arrive home, the weight of the day’s events presses down on you, but there’s something else simmering beneath the surface—an intense, undeniable arousal. The influence of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> lingers in your mind, their words and actions replaying over and over, amplifying the heat building within you. The truth or dare game, the intimate moments, the way <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> made you feel so vulnerable yet comforted—it all comes crashing down as you close the door to your room. You collapse onto your bed, your thoughts swirling. Every time you close your eyes, you see Jessica on <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> lap, the way she looked at him, the way he dominated the room without even trying. You feel the thrill of being in <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> presence, the way she effortlessly controlled the situation, her gentle yet firm words echoing in your mind. Your hand drifts down almost automatically, your breath hitching as you replay the day’s events. You’re so lost in your thoughts, so caught up in the feelings of arousal and submission, that you barely notice your phone buzzing beside you. When you finally glance at it, your heart skips a beat. It’s a message from <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. With shaky hands, you open it, and your breath catches in your throat. There on the screen is the selfie she promised—the one of her in that skimpy bunny outfit. She’s posed provocatively, her body on full display, the confidence and sexuality she exudes practically radiating off the screen. Beneath the photo, a teasing text: <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/AlexandraPhoto2.jpg" height=500></div> <<AlexandraTalk "Sweet dreams, darling. Don’t stay up too late thinking about me… 😉">> It’s too much. The combination of her image and her words sends you over the edge. You barely have time to comprehend what’s happening before you’re frantically touching yourself, the tension from the entire day building and building until you can’t hold back any longer. You climax hard, your mind flooded with images of <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, her bunny outfit, her words, her influence—everything. Panting, you fall back onto the bed, your body spent, your mind a haze of satisfaction and lingering arousal. The guilt and anxiety you felt earlier seem distant now, buried beneath the overwhelming relief of release. <<link[[Prepare to Sleep.|My Room]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $alexandraquest to 3>><<set $arousal to 0>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/Brooke2.jpg" height=500></div> You arrive at the park, expecting another casual meet-up with <brooke>Brooke</brooke>, but to your surprise, you see someone else standing next to her. It’s a slender guy, about your height, with medium-length brown hair that falls neatly around his face. His brown eyes are warm but carry a hint of confidence. This must be Adam. <brooke>Brooke</brooke> waves at you, her smile bright and welcoming. <<BrookeTalk "Hey, $name! Come meet Adam!">> You approach, feeling a mix of curiosity and nervousness. <brooke>Brooke</brooke> had mentioned her boyfriend before, but this is the first time you’re meeting him in person. Adam offers you a friendly smile, his confidence understated but noticeable. <<AdamTalk "So, you’re the famous cousin Brooke’s been telling me about? When Brooke first started talking about someone helping her with all this Swiftgram stuff, I was curious. But turns out, it’s just her cousin.">> <<MCTalk "Just helping her out with some photography.">> <<BrookeTalk "$name has been amazing, really supportive with everything. I don’t know what I’d do without him.">> The three of you find a spot near the lake and sit down on a bench. The conversation quickly shifts to <brooke>Brooke's</brooke> growing online presence. [[Talk with Adam and Brooke.|Brooke5][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> <<AdamTalk "Brooke’s really been making waves on Swiftgram. The followers, the photo deal… it’s all happening.">> <<MCTalk "She’s got a great eye for content.">> <<AdamTalk "And she’s got the looks to match. We’re both really focused on where this could go. She even mentioned NaughtyFans...">> <<BrookeTalk "Don’t worry, Adam. I’m not jumping into anything. It’s just an idea for the future. I want to build my brand first—grow my followers, get more modeling gigs. Maybe I’ll never even need NaughtyFans.">> <<AdamTalk "NaughtyFans is... different. It's not just about the content; it’s porn, Brooke. Nudity. I just don’t want you to rush into something you might regret.">> <<BrookeTalk "I hear you, Adam. That’s why it’s just a thought for now. I’m focused on the modeling first. Let’s not worry about it.">> <<AdamTalk "Alright. It’s good to know you’re thinking it through. And $name, it’s good to meet you. I'm glad you're just Brooke's cousin, looking out for her. I’ve got to get going, but it was nice meeting you, $name.">> You nod, watching as <adam>Adam</adam> leans in to give <brooke>Brooke</brooke> a quick kiss before leaving the park. Once Adam is out of sight, <brooke>Brooke</brooke> turns to you with a curious expression. <<BrookeTalk "So, $name, what do you think about all this? The modeling, Swiftgram, and where I’m trying to take it? I’d love to hear your honest opinion.">> Her question catches you off guard. It’s clear she’s genuinely seeking your thoughts, her eyes searching yours for validation—or perhaps reassurance. You take a moment to consider your response. <<link[[Express your wholehearted support.|Brooke5]]>><<set $p to 3>><<set $brooke5choice to 1>><</link>> <<link[[Express your support.|Brooke5]]>><<set $p to 3>><<set $brooke5choice to 2>><</link>> <<link[[Stay neutral.|Brooke5]]>><<set $p to 3>><<set $brooke5choice to 3>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 3>> <<if $brooke5choice eq 1>> <<MCTalk "I think you’re amazing, Brooke. You’ve got the talent, the drive, and the charisma to make this work. I’m really proud of you.">> Your enthusiasm shines through, and <brooke>Brooke</brooke> beams at your words, her confidence bolstered by your support. <brooke>Brooke</brooke>'s face lights up, and she leans in slightly, her tone warm. <<BrookeTalk "Thank you, $name. That means a lot to me. I’ve worked so hard for this, and hearing you say that just makes it all feel worth it.">> Her smile lingers, and you can see the genuine appreciation in her eyes, as if your words have given her a renewed sense of determination. <<BrookeLove 1>> <<elseif $brooke5choice eq 2>> <<MCTalk "I think it’s great, Brooke. You’ve got something special, and I’m sure you’ll figure out the best way to make it all work.">> Your response is measured but supportive, and <brooke>Brooke</brooke> nods appreciatively. <<MCTalk "I think it’s great, Brooke. You’ve got something special, and I’m sure you’ll figure out the best way to make it all work.">> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> nods, her expression thoughtful. <<BrookeTalk "Thanks, $name. That’s good to hear. It’s a little scary sometimes, but having you on my side makes it feel less overwhelming.">> Her smile is genuine, though less radiant, and you sense that your support still means something to her. <<elseif $brooke5choice eq 3>> <<MCTalk "It’s… a lot, I guess. But if it’s what you want to do, I’ll be here to help however I can.">> Your words are neutral but not dismissive, and <brooke>Brooke</brooke> tilts her head, studying you. <<MCTalk "It’s… a lot, I guess. But if it’s what you want to do, I’ll be here to help however I can.">> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> gives you a small smile, her tone soft. <<BrookeTalk "I get it—it’s a lot for me too sometimes. But knowing you’ll support me, even if it’s not really your thing, means a lot. Thanks, $name.">> There’s a flicker of hesitation in her gaze, but she seems to appreciate your honesty nonetheless. <</if>> <<BrookeTalk "$name, I have a lingerie modeling gig next week, and I want you to come with me. I need my 'manager' there for moral support. What do you say?">> <<MCTalk "Really? I'd love to be there!">> <<BrookeTalk "It’d mean a lot to have you there. You’ve been such a huge help already. I'm sure you can find a way for me to shine like the bikini shoot.">> <brooke>Brooke's</brooke> enthusiasm is contagious, and you feel a swell of pride knowing she trusts you enough to bring you along to such an important shoot. The idea of being her "manager" gives you a sense of responsibility and excitement, knowing that she values your opinion and support. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/Brooke3.jpg" height=500></div> As the two of you continue chatting, you find yourself imagining the upcoming shoot—how you’ll help her pick the perfect poses, adjust the lighting, and make sure everything runs smoothly. <brooke>Brooke</brooke> seems equally excited, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. Before long, the conversation drifts back to more casual topics, and you both decide it’s time to head home. <brooke>Brooke</brooke> gives you a quick hug before parting ways, leaving you with a warm feeling of camaraderie and the anticipation of the week ahead. [[Go Home!|Brooke5][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> You finally arrive back in your room, still buzzing from your conversation with <brooke>Brooke</brooke>. After tossing your bag onto the floor, you flop down on your bed, feeling the softness of the sheets beneath you. Your mind drifts back to the mention of NaughtyFans earlier. Curiosity gets the better of you, and before you know it, you’re pulling out your phone and typing the site’s name into the browser. Once the page loads, you find yourself navigating through various profiles. The idea of what this site offers intrigues you more and more as you scroll through the pages. Then, almost like a sign, you stumble upon a familiar name—<b>Jennifer</b>, your favorite pornstar. The preview of her profile catches your attention immediately. Her sultry eyes and perfect curves are impossible to resist. You notice her subscription price is <money>$20</money> a month. Without much hesitation, you decide to go for it. A couple of taps on your phone, and you’ve successfully subscribed. As her page opens up fully, you’re greeted by an array of solo nudes. <b>Jennifer’s</b> beauty is undeniable, every pose more tantalizing than the last. She’s stunning. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/NaughtyFans/JenniferNaughty5.jpg" width=600></div> As you scroll through her content, one particular image catches your eye. In it, Jennifer is standing completely nude, her body perfectly sculpted. She’s grasping her large, fake breasts from below, lifting them slightly as if to offer them up for your admiration. The way her fingers press into the soft flesh sends a jolt of arousal through you. You can’t help but imagine what it would feel like to touch her, to have those perfect breasts in your hands. The image is so raw, so explicit, yet so enticing that you find yourself breathing a little faster, your heart beating in your chest. <<Arousalincrease 50>><<Arousal>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/NaughtyFans/JenniferNaughty3.jpg" width=600></div> But then, you see another photo that stops you in your tracks. Jennifer is sitting down, wearing nothing but a garter, her legs spread wide, inviting you to take in every inch of her. The look in her eyes is pure seduction, and the way she’s positioned leaves nothing to the imagination. Her smooth skin, the curve of her hips, and the way her garter clings to her thighs—it’s all too much. You feel a wave of heat rush through your body as you stare at the screen, completely entranced by her beauty. The image is so explicit, so perfect, that it feels like it was made just for you. [[You see an exclusive video.|Brooke5][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>><<set $upkeep +=5>> As you continue to explore her content, something new catches your eye—a recent video listed separately on her page, titled <b>"Having fun with a local rapper!"*</b> The price for the video is $25, and the preview image alone is enough to make your heart race. The comments under the post are filled with praise, particularly for the male performer in the video, a rapper with an impressive physique and an even more impressive <b>BBC</b>. [[Don't buy the video and just cum to her solo photos.|Brooke5][$p=6]] <<if $money gte 25>>[[Buy the video and watch it!|Brooke5][$p=7]]<<else>>You cannot afford the video! You can later buy it on your phone!<</if>> <<elseif $p eq 6>><<set $jenniferdariusvid to 0>> You decide not to spend the extra money. After all, the photos are already more than enough to get you going. Your eyes return to the image of <b>Jennifer</b> standing nude, grabbing her big fake breasts from below. The way she presents herself, so confidently and provocatively, drives you wild. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/NaughtyFans/JenniferNaughty5.jpg" width=600></div> Unable to resist any longer, you start stroking yourself, imagining what it would be like to be with her. Your mind is filled with thoughts of <b>Jennifer</b>, her body, her sultry expressions. The tension builds quickly, and soon you’re climaxing, her images burned into your mind as you reach your peak. <<Arousalincrease 50>><<Arousal>> Breathing heavily, you clean yourself up, a small smile of satisfaction on your face. But reality hits as you realize it’s almost time for your shift at the café. You need to get ready and head out. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, your boss, will be expecting you, and the last thing you want is to be late. You take a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering arousal as you start to get dressed. <b>Jennifer’s</b> images are still in the back of your mind, but you push them aside as you focus on preparing for the day ahead. <div style="text-align:center"><b>NaughtyFans unlocked at the phone!</b></div> <<link[[Prepare to go to work.|My Room]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $brookequest to 5>><<set $time += 1>><<TimeDay>><<set $arousal to 0>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 7>><<set $money -=25>><<set $jenniferdariusvid to 1>> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Phone/NaughtyFans/JenniferNaughty2.mp4"/></div> You lay back on your bed, phone in hand, anticipation coursing through your veins as the video begins. The first thing you notice is the familiar sight of <b>Jennifer</b> in a pronebone position, her body stretched out beneath a man’s powerful frame. The camera is positioned from his point of view, giving you a close-up look at the action. <b>Jennifer's</b> moans fill the room, sending shivers down your spine. <<Arousalincrease 50>><<Arousal>> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Phone/NaughtyFans/JenniferNaughty3.mp4"/></div> As the scene progresses, the camera angle shifts. Now, you see <b>Jennifer</b> looking up as she takes the man into her mouth. The angle is from below, so the man’s face is still hidden, but you can see his body in more detail now. His tattoos, the tone of his skin—it all looks a little too familiar, but you can’t quite place it. You try to push the thought aside, focusing instead on <b>Jennifer's</b> skill, how perfectly she performs. [[Continue watching the video and jerk your small dick.|Brooke5][$p=8]] <<elseif $p eq 8>> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Phone/NaughtyFans/JenniferNaughty4.mp4"/></div> But as the video continues, that nagging feeling grows stronger. The camera shifts again, this time showing <b>Jennifer</b> in the same pronebone position, but she’s holding her phone, taking a selfie video. The man’s body is in full view behind her, and that’s when it hits you—his build, his tattoos, the way his muscles ripple with each thrust. It all looks disturbingly like… <darius>Darius</darius>. Your breath catches in your throat as the realization dawns on you. But before you can fully process it, the angle changes once more. Jennifer’s phone captures a full shot of her and the man behind her, and there’s no mistaking it now. The camera pans up just enough to catch the man’s face, and your heart sinks. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Phone/NaughtyFans/JenniferNaughty.mp4"/></div> <<Arousalincrease 50>><<Arousal>> It’s <darius>Darius</darius>. The same <darius>Darius</darius> who bullied you mercilessly, <<if $claradarius eq 0>>who slept with your former crush <clara>Clara</clara> and taunted you with it.<<else>> who is fucking your former crush and taunting you with it.<</if>> And now, here he is, in your favorite pornstar’s video, doing what he does best—taking something you’ve cherished and making it his. Your heart races, but instead of pulling away, you’re drawn in even more. The sight of <darius>Darius's</darius> huge black penis, the same one you’ve seen dominate so many women in videos, now sliding into <b>Jennifer</b>, sends a jolt of arousal through you. You’re used to this by now—the way his size, his dominance, his sheer presence fills the screen, captivating you. But this time, the realization that it’s <darius>Darius</darius> makes it even more intense. Your breath quickens as you watch him claim <b>Jennifer</b>, your favorite pornstar, just like he claimed <clara>Clara</clara><<if $claradarius eq 1>> and mader her his fuck toy<</if>>. The humiliation mixes with the arousal, creating a twisted, overwhelming need that you can’t resist. Before you know it, you’re cumming, the pleasure hitting you hard and fast, even as the bitter reality of who you’re watching sinks in. It’s <darius>Darius</darius>. Again. And yet, despite everything, you couldn’t stop yourself. <div style="text-align:center"><b>NaughtyFans unlocked at the phone!</b></div> <<link[[Prepare to go to work.|My Room]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $brookequest to 5>><<set $time += 1>><<TimeDay>><<set $arousal to 0>><<set $NFMary to 0>><<set $NFCristy to 0>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> The café is bustling with energy as you step onto the floor, the noise of conversation and clinking dishes filling the air. The wedge shoes give you a bit of extra height, and with each step, you feel the skirt hug your hips in a way that makes you hyper-aware of your movements. The makeup <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> applied earlier gives you a boost of confidence, and you can’t help but feel… different. Powerful, in a way you’ve never felt before. Your first table is a couple seated near the window, enjoying the early evening light. You approach them, your heart pounding but your smile practiced. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/AWWork7.jpg"></div> <<MCTalk "Good evening, what can I get for you today?">> They order coffee and dessert, and you swiftly make your way to the counter to put in their order. As you return with their drinks, you notice the man’s eyes linger on your legs, a subtle smile on his lips. It sends a shiver down your spine, but instead of feeling nervous, you feel a strange sense of satisfaction. When you drop off the bill, the man gives you an approving glance, and you notice something when they leave. As you clear the table, your eyes widen—there’s a crisp <money>$50</money> bill lying underneath the receipt. <mc><i>Fifty dollars for a coffee and dessert?</i></mc> You pick it up, your hands trembling slightly. You can hardly believe it. Your heart races with excitement, and a flush of pride washes over you. Maybe <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> was right. Maybe you really do have what it takes to make this work. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/AWWork6.jpg"></div> The next few tables pass by in a blur, but with each one, you find yourself growing more confident. The skirt, which had felt so foreign at first, now feels like a part of you. The way it clings to your curves, the way the wedges make your legs look longer—it all feels natural now. You start to sway your hips a bit more as you walk, noticing how the customers’ eyes follow your movements, their gazes lingering on your ass. [[Keep going!|CafeWaitress1][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> As the evening wears on, the café becomes even busier. It’s a Saturday evening, and the place is packed. You barely have time to catch your breath between tables, but the adrenaline keeps you going. The tips start to add up. Each tip feels like validation, a tangible reward for embracing this new side of yourself. You begin to move with more purpose, your hips swaying with a practiced rhythm that feels almost instinctual now. You’re no longer just walking—you’re strutting, owning every step you take. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/AWWork8.jpg"></div> You can feel the customers’ eyes on you, and instead of feeling self-conscious, you relish the attention. You start to notice the patterns—the way men’s gazes linger on your legs, the appreciative looks from women who seem to admire your confidence. You’ve never felt so alive, so in control of the way you move and the way you’re perceived. Every time you glance at the tip jar, it’s fuller than before. You’re killing it. As you’re clearing a table, you happen to glance up and see her—<alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. She’s standing near the back of the café, watching you with a satisfied smile on her lips. Her eyes meet yours, and the pride in her gaze makes your heart swell. You feel a rush of warmth, and for a moment, everything else fades away. You’re not just working—you’re performing, and <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> is your audience. And judging by her expression, you’re exceeding every expectation she had. The rest of the shift flies by, and before you know it, the café is starting to wind down. The last few customers are settling their bills, and as you count up your tips, you can hardly believe it—<money>$170</money> in tips alone. Combined with your shift pay, you’ve made nearly <money>$300</money> tonight. <<link[[Finish your shift and run to Alexandra's Office!|CafeWaitress1]]>><<set $p to 3>><<set $money +=295>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $awquest to 7>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 3>> You push open the door to her office, practically bursting with energy. <<MCTalk "Ma'am!">> Your voice filled with excitement as you step inside, the thrill of the night still coursing through your veins. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> turns her chair slightly, her eyes meeting yours with a teasing smile. <<AlexandraTalk "You did wonderfully tonight, $name. You made quite the impression, didn’t you?">> <<MCTalk "Thank you, Ma'am. I made almost $300 tonight!">> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> raises an eyebrow, clearly impressed. She leans back in her chair, her gaze lingering on you with a satisfied smile. <<AlexandraTalk "That’s fantastic. I knew you had it in you. But you know, the night isn’t over yet. Why don’t you pour me a glass of wine, and we can celebrate properly?">> Nodding eagerly, you quickly find the bottle and a glass on the side table in her office. As you pour the wine, you feel her eyes on you, watching your every move. You bring the glass over to her desk, carefully setting it down in front of her. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/AWWork9.jpg"></div> <<AlexandraTalk "You’ve certainly learned how to please a crowd, $name. But how about one last performance? Just for me? Please?">> The request sends a thrill through you, especially after the night you’ve had. You know exactly what she wants. With a playful smirk, you turn and bend over her desk, making sure to give her a perfect view of your legs and ass. You feel her gaze intensify, and it sends a shiver down your spine. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> chuckles softly, clearly pleased. <<AlexandraTalk "Now that’s what I call dedication. You’ve done exceptionally well tonight, $name. Keep this up, and who knows how much more you could earn. I could even transfer you to the bar—you’d make a killing in tips from all those intoxicated, weak men.">> Her words are both praise and temptation, but they don’t shake your confidence. Instead, they embolden you further. You straighten up, meeting her gaze with a confident smile of your own. <<MCTalk "Thank you Ma'am. With your guidance I'm sure I will be fine.">> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> gives you a satisfied smile. You’re not just proud of the money you earned tonight—you’re proud of how you earned it. For the first time, you’re fully comfortable in your own skin, confident in the feminine power you’ve discovered and the control you now wield. [[Keep talking with Alexandra.|CafeWaitress1][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>><<set $sidemenu to 0>> After sharing that last moment of triumph with <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, you know the night has come to an end. She gives you a final, approving nod. You start to get used to changing clothes around her. As you slip out of your waitress outfit, a sense of accomplishment washes over you. The tight mini skirt, the wedges, the makeup—they all felt so right. For the first time, you truly owned who you are, without a trace of doubt or hesitation. You change back into your regular clothes, but they don’t feel quite the same anymore. As you smooth your hands over your outfit, you can’t help but smile at your reflection, remembering how you looked, how you felt. <<AlexandraTalk "Normally, I’d invite you to my penthouse to celebrate your big night, but I’m expecting Andre for a romantic night.">> <<MCTalk "Thank you for everything today Ma'am.">> <<AlexandraTalk "You’ve made quite the leap today, $name. Remember that feeling. Here’s a little extra tip for that wine service.">> She smiles, a hint of something knowing in her eyes. She hands you a <money>$100</money> bill as she winks. Just as you’re about to leave, she casually unbuttons her shirt, revealing the lace of her bra. She tilts her head slightly, her eyes locking with yours. <<AlexandraTalk "Do I look good enough to seduce Andre darling?">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra15.jpg"></div> The sight of her, confident and unapologetically sensual, leaves you momentarily breathless. You feel a mix of admiration and a twinge of envy at her effortless allure. <<MCTalk "More than good enough, Ma'am...">> <<AlexandraTalk "Go on now, enjoy your night. You’ve earned it.">> With a final nod, you leave the office, the crisp bill clutched in your hand as you step out into the cool night air. The way home feels surreal, as if you’re floating on a cloud of newfound confidence and self-assurance. The city buzzes around you, but you’re lost in your own thoughts, replaying the events of the day. You think about the way your hips swayed naturally in those wedges, the way you commanded attention with every step. You felt powerful, sexy, confident. It’s a feeling you don’t want to lose. <<set $money +=100>> [[Arrive Home.|CafeWaitress1][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> When you finally arrive home, you head straight to your room. The first thing you do is open your drawer where your boxers are neatly folded. You stare at them for a long moment, realizing they no longer feel like they belong to you. Not after tonight. With a decisive motion, you gather them all up and toss them into the trash. The act feels symbolic, like shedding an old skin. In their place, you pull out the panties you’ve been wearing in secret, the ones that now feel like the truest expression of who you are. You strip off all your clothes, standing completely naked in front of the mirror. For a moment, you hesitate, but then you turn around, your back facing the mirror, and glance over your shoulder. The reflection staring back at you is a revelation. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Mirror2.jpg" height=500></div> Your back is smooth and slender, your waist tapering down to your hips. Your ass, round and soft, curves just right, and your legs—long, slim, and shapely—complete the image. The way your body naturally flows, it’s undeniably feminine, and you can’t help but admire it. As you take in the sight, your thoughts race. This is who you are—a <mc>femboy</mc>, someone who isn’t bound by traditional masculinity, someone who embraces the beauty of femininity. You’ve spent so much time hiding, afraid to accept this part of yourself, but now you realize there’s nothing to fear. In fact, you’re starting to like it—a lot. The way your body looks, the way it moves, it feels right. You feel confident, powerful even, in your own skin. You’re not just a boy anymore; you’re something more, something that feels authentic and real. <mc><i>There's something liberating about accepting who I am, shedding all the expectations that have weighed me down for so long.</i></mc> A smile spreads across your face as you turn fully toward the mirror, facing yourself with newfound pride. The feminine curves, the soft lines of your body—they’re all part of you, and for the first time, you fully accept what you see. You’ve crossed a threshold tonight, one that you know you won’t ever step back from. You take a deep breath, feeling a sense of peace and satisfaction wash over you. You’ve accepted it—you’re a <mc>femboy</mc>, and you’re proud of it. You know there’s still more to explore, more to understand about yourself, but right now, in this moment, you feel more comfortable and confident than ever before. <<FemininityIncrease 1>> <fem>You threw out all of your ugly boxers! You know feel comfortable wearing panties and open to the idea to buy more feminine clothing. </fem> <<link[[Climb into bed.|CafeWaitress1]]>><<set $p to 6>> <<set $pantiesinv.splice($panties1, 1)>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 6>> As you climb into bed, your phone buzzes with a message. It’s <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, just as you were starting to unwind. The excitement from earlier still lingers, and you eagerly open the message. <<AlexandraTalk "Congrats on your big day, $name. But the night’s not over yet. Here’s one last tip for you… ;)">> <<if $bbcinterest lt 18>> You pause, feeling a mix of curiosity and anticipation. Then, the photo comes through. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> is laying on the bed, her expression playful and seductive. What captures your attention is the unmistakable presence of <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> massive, big black cock in the shot. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> giving its head a sensual lick in the selfie... <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/AlexandraPhoto3.jpg" height=500></div> Your breath catches in your throat. It’s impossible to look away. Your mouth waters, and before you know it, you’re licking your lips, captivated by the sheer size and power of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. A surge of arousal courses through you, overriding any thoughts or worries. Then one final text comes through! <<AlexandraTalk "As you love BBC porn so much, here's some homemade just for you darling. Jerk your <i>little one</i> to this.">> You hesitate, your hand lingering uncertainly. But the image is so overwhelming, so provocative, that you give in. As you stroke yourself, your thoughts drift—<andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> size and masculinity are impossible to ignore. You climax harder than expected, a mix of arousal and confusion leaving you dazed. <<elseif $bbcinterest gte 18>> Your heart pounds as a photo comes through. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> lies on her bed, her expression sultry and playful. But your eyes are immediately drawn to <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> enormous, thick black cock. It dominates the frame, exuding power and raw masculinity. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> is giving its head a teasing lick, her eyes filled with mischief. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/AlexandraPhoto3.jpg" height=500></div> Your breath catches, your mouth goes dry, and your entire body feels like it’s on fire. You can’t tear your gaze away. The sheer size, the deep contrast of his ebony skin, the aura of dominance—it’s intoxicating. Your heart races as your hand instinctively drifts downward, your arousal heightened to a fever pitch. <<AlexandraTalk "As you love BBC porn so much, here's some homemade just for you, darling. Jerk your <i>little one</i> to this.">> Her words make your pulse quicken. You stroke yourself faster, the image of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> filling your mind completely. Each detail—his size, his commanding presence, even the thought of <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> worshipping him—consumes you. When you finally climax, it’s explosive, your body trembling as intense pleasure overtakes you. <</if>> [[You came all over yourself!|CafeWaitress1][$p=7]] <<elseif $p eq 7>><<set $arousal to 0>> <<if $bbcinterest lt 18>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/AlexandraPhoto3.jpg" height=500></div> The intensity of the release washes over you, and for a few moments, nothing else exists. But as the waves of pleasure begin to subside, reality crashes back in. You blink, still dazed, and glance down at the photo <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> sent. The image of <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> massive member is seared into your mind, dominating your thoughts. Your eyes linger on the censored parts of <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, but the focus quickly shifts back to <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> powerful presence. The realization hits you with startling clarity: you climaxed to the thought of his enormous cock, not <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. The arousal, the uncontrollable desire—it was all centered around him. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaSex9.jpg" height=500></div> In a daze, you open your gallery, searching for something familiar, something that might ground you. Your thumb hovers over a photo of you and <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, taken during a happier time when everything felt simpler. You zoom in, studying the two of you, but your thoughts drift back to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, to the stark contrast between his dominating figure and your own. Your heart races, a mix of insecurity and unsettling arousal coursing through you. <mc><i>Seeing Mr. Brown’s size, I understand why Jessica is so drawn to him. He’s powerful, commanding. He exudes a masculinity that I can’t compete with—and I can’t deny the effect he has on me too. Every time I’m around him, this deep, inexplicable arousal takes hold. And now, seeing his massive cock… it’s like everything is magnified.</i></mc> The truth gnaws at you, filling you with both anxiety and a strange sense of acceptance. There’s no denying the power <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> exerts—not just over <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, but over you as well. The attraction is undeniable, almost primal, and it’s pulling you in with a force you’ve never experienced before. As you stare at the photo, a new understanding dawns. This isn’t just about <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> attraction to him; it’s about yours as well. The power dynamic that <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> wields is intoxicating, and you’re beginning to realize just how deeply it affects you. It’s not just the size, not just his physical presence—it’s everything he represents. Dominance, control, the ability to command attention and desire without even trying. You feel a deep twinge of acceptance, mingling with your anxiety. <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> influence isn’t something you can escape. It’s woven into your thoughts, your desires, your very sense of self. The more you think about it, the more you start to accept the power he has over you—the way he makes you feel, the arousal he stirs every time he’s near. As this realization settles in, so does another: you’re not just competing with him for <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> attention. You’re coming to terms with your own complex feelings, acknowledging the arousal, the attraction, and the strange sense of submission that <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> presence invokes. The power he holds isn’t just over others—it’s over you, too. And with that acceptance comes a new understanding of yourself. The arousal you feel isn’t something to fear—it’s something to explore, to embrace. As you lay back in bed, your mind swirling with these new emotions, you can’t help but empathize with Jessica’s attraction to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. If he can make you feel this way, it’s no wonder she’s captivated. <<elseif $bbcinterest gte 18>> he release is earth-shattering, leaving you weak, trembling, and utterly overwhelmed. For a fleeting moment, you feel weightless, detached from everything. But as the bliss ebbs away, reality comes crashing back. You glance at your phone, the image <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> sent still vivid on the screen, as if burned into your very consciousness. It wasn’t her teasing, her sensual curves, or the promise in her eyes that pushed you over the edge—it was him. The size, the raw power, the undeniable dominance of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. Your fingers twitch as you navigate to your gallery, your mind desperate to find a semblance of stability. A photo of you and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> appears, capturing a moment when things felt simpler, easier. You zoom in, scrutinizing her features, her smile, her warmth, trying to remind yourself of what matters. But no matter how hard you focus, your thoughts betray you, spiraling back to him. <mc><i>His cock… it’s all I can see. It’s overwhelming, impossible to ignore. No wonder Jessica is drawn to him. He’s everything I’m not—commanding, confident, larger than life. But why can’t I stop thinking about him?</i></mc> The realization slices through you with brutal clarity: this isn’t just jealousy. It’s desire. Pure, unfiltered, undeniable. <mc><i>It’s not just Jessica who’s captivated by him—I am, too. Every time he’s near, I feel it. That pull, that overwhelming sense of submission. It’s like he owns me, without even trying.</i></mc> Your breath quickens, and your body reacts again, betraying you. It’s not just his size, not just his physicality—it’s the way he dominates effortlessly, the way he commands attention, the way he makes you feel. <mc><i>Small. Weak. Aroused beyond reason. He’s more than a man—he’s an ideal. Something I’ll never be, and yet, something I can’t stop craving.</i></mc> The shame mingles with acceptance, creating a dizzying cocktail of emotions. You feel exposed, vulnerable, but strangely… liberated. There’s no denying it now: you didn’t just climax to the thought of him dominating <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. You climaxed to him. <mc><i>His power isn’t just over her—it’s over me. Completely, utterly.</i></mc> As you lay back, staring at the ceiling, the weight of this truth settles over you like a warm, suffocating blanket. The arousal, the submission, the fascination—it’s all consuming you, reshaping your desires and your identity in ways you never imagined. You close your eyes, the image of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> vivid in your mind. <</if>> <<BisexualityIncrease 1>> <bisex>You slowly came to terms with being sexually attracted to Mr. Brown. </bisex> [[Text Alexandra back to thank her for the photo.|CafeWaitress1][$p to 8]] <<link[[Prepare to Sleep!|My Room]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $alexandraquest to 4>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 8>><<set $sub +=1>> Your thumbs hover over your keyboard as you type out a message. <<MCTalk "Thanks for the photo, Ma'am. It was... enlightening.">> You hesitate for a moment, feeling a flush of heat rise to your cheeks before you hit send. Almost immediately, the typing indicator appears on your screen. <<AlexandraTalk "Oh, you’re welcome, darling. Did my little tip help you… relax?">> You gulp, reading her message. She knows exactly what effect she has on you, and she isn’t shy about teasing you. <<MCTalk "Yeah... it did.">> <<AlexandraTalk "Good boy. I knew it would. Sweet dreams, my little darling. Don’t forget what I said—there’s plenty more where that came from. Now get some rest.">> Your cheeks burn as you stare at the screen, her words stirring something deep within you. The message is short, but her teasing tone lingers in your mind long after the conversation ends. You feel more submissive… and strangely eager to please her. <<AlexandraLove 1>> <<link[[Prepare to Sleep!|My Room]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $alexandraquest to 4>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> You arrive at the mall, the familiar buzz of weekend activity surrounding you. As you scan the crowd, your eyes land on <jia>Jia</jia> and <liya>Liya</liya> standing near the entrance, waiting for you. <liya>Liya</liya> waves enthusiastically, her bright smile instantly putting you at ease, while Jia offers a warm, welcoming grin. <<LiyaTalk "There you are! Ready for some serious dessert indulgence?">> <<MCTalk "Definitely!">> You already feel excited about the idea! With that, the three of you dive into the dessert crawl. The first stop is a charming bakery, where cupcakes of every imaginable flavor line the display case. <jia>Jia's</jia> eyes immediately land on a red velvet cupcake piled high with cream cheese frosting, while <liya>Liya</liya> is drawn to a rich chocolate one with caramel drizzle. You choose a lemon blueberry cupcake, the zesty scent making your mouth water. You’re out with your friends, doing something fun and carefree... and it feels so good! <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/JiaLiya4.jpg" height=500></div> As you sit down to share, the three of you giggle like schoolgirls, dividing the cupcakes into thirds and tasting each one. The flavors are incredible, but what really fills you with warmth is the way <jia>Jia</jia> and <liya>Liya</liya> include you in everything, making you feel like one of the girls. Their enthusiasm is infectious, and you find yourself laughing more than you have in a long time. <<MCTalk "This is amazing! We should definitely come back here.">> <<JiaTalk "Totally, but we’ve got more desserts waiting. Ready to go?">> [[Go to next stop!|Jia Mall5][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> With a playful groan, you all rise from the table, heading to the next spot—a gelato stand in the center of the mall. The display is filled with vibrant colors and flavors, from classic vanilla to exotic options like mango and pistachio. You each pick a different flavor, and as you pass the cups around, you catch glimpses of admiration from <jia>Jia</jia> and <liya>Liya</liya> as they taste your selection. An unspoken bond with these two incredible girls who see you for who you are becoming, not just who you were. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/JiaLiya5.jpg" height=450></div> The final stop is a cozy crepe stand tucked away in a quieter part of the mall. As the vendor prepares the crepes, filling them with Nutella and strawberries, you watch with eager anticipation. When the crepes are ready, the three of you sit close together, savoring the warm, sweet treat. The taste is heavenly, but what’s even sweeter is the feeling of unity that wraps around you like a comforting blanket. <<MCTalk "Today was so much fun. We should definitely do this more often.">> <jia>Jia</jia> nods, her eyes warm with affection. <liya>Liya</liya> leans in, bumping your shoulder playfully. <<JiaTalk "Absolutely. I love hanging out like this.">> <<LiyaTalk "We’re a pretty awesome trio, don’t you think?">> You laugh, feeling a rush of happiness and being included in something lovely. As the three of you leave the mall, arm in arm, your thoughts turn to the date you have later with <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. Nervous excitement bubbles up in your chest, but before you can say anything, <jia>Jia</jia> and <liya>Liya</liya> exchange a knowing glance. <<JiaTalk "Date with Jessica right? You’re going to be amazing. Just be yourself. She adores you.">> <<LiyaTalk "Yeah, you’ve got this. And remember, if you ever need a confidence boost, just think of how you rocked that photoshoot.">> She comes near you, whispering into your ear. <<LiyaTalk "Or check my selfie for a small boost of joy...">> Their words bolster your spirits, making you feel even more confident as you head off to meet <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. With friends like <jia>Jia</jia> and <liya>Liya</liya> by your side, you know you’re ready for whatever comes next. <<link[[Go Home.|My Room]]>> <<set $p to 1>> <<set $time +=1>> <<TimeDay>> <<set $jiaquest to 6>> <</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> You arrive at the bar, heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. The memories of Friday's truth or dare game are still fresh in your mind, but it's the photo from <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> that keeps replaying in your thoughts. The sight of <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> enormous cock has left you feeling both aroused and deeply insecure, emotions that have been difficult to reconcile. Today, you're determined to get things back on rail with <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date36.jpg" height=500></div> As you walk in, the dim lighting and soft music create an intimate atmosphere, one that feels both comforting and nerve-wracking. You spot <jessica>Jessica</jessica> already seated at a booth near the back, her expression a mix of warmth and something else you can't quite place. As you approach, she looks up and smiles, but there’s a hint of hesitation in her eyes. <<MCTalk "Hey baby.">> <<JessicaTalk "Hey. How are you?">> <<MCTalk "I’m good, you?">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> not calling you "babe" lowers your mood and increases your stress! <<set $stress +=10>><<Stress>> <<JessicaTalk "I’m... okay. It’s just been a lot to process, you know?">> <<MCTalk "Yeah, I get that. But I’m glad we’re here. I think we need this.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> smiles, though it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. Your mind flashing back to the poolside, the game, and <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> dominant presence. The waiter arrives, and you both order drinks—you both get a glass of wine. The silence that follows is filled with the ambient noise of the bar, but it feels heavy between you. You take a sip of your drink, using the moment to gather your thoughts. [[Try to smoothen the conversation.|JessicaDate9][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> <<MCTalk "So... How’s work been?">> <<JessicaTalk "Busy, as always. Mr. Brown is keeping me busy. And about that... I’ve been thinking a lot about Friday.">> You feel your heart skip a beat, the tension in your chest tightening. <<MCTalk "Yeah, me too. It was... intense.">> Jessica nods, biting her lip as she searches for the right words. She starts to talk, her voice trembling slightly <<JessicaTalk "I need to tell you something and I want to be completely honest with you because... well, you deserve that.">> <<MCTalk "What is it?">> <<JessicaTalk "You remember the truth or dare game, right? And how I sat on his lap...<<if $MCaskedquestions.has ('AndreD2')>>danced sensually with him...<</if>>">> She takes a deep breath, her eyes meeting yours with a mixture of determination and vulnerability. Your stomach knots at the mention of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, the image of his massive cock flashing in your mind. You nod, trying to keep your expression neutral. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date37.jpg" height=500></div> <<JessicaTalk "Well, that wasn’t just... it wasn’t just the game for me. I’ve... I’ve been feeling something. An attraction, I guess... towards Mr. Brown. Physically, sexually. And those moments during the game... they just made it stronger.">> Her words hit you like a punch to the gut, the confession knocking the wind out of you. You struggle to process what she’s saying, the insecurities you’ve been battling now roaring to life. <<MCTalk "Jess...">> <<JessicaTalk "I need you to know that I would never act on it. It’s just a crush on my professor. It’s there, but it doesn’t mean anything. I’m committed to you, and I would never do anything to hurt you.">> She says quickly, her eyes pleading with you to understand, her hand reaching across the table to grasp yours. You can hear the sincerity in her voice, but you also catch the hesitation, the sadness that lingers in her expression. She’s telling you the truth, but it’s clear that this attraction is something she’s struggling with. Your mind races, a mix of jealousy, fear, and that strange arousal that <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> seems to invoke in you. You want to believe her, to take her at her word, but the image of <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> dominant presence, his massive cock, looms large in your thoughts. <mc><i>I can't help myself and get arosued around him... I think it is only natural for Jess to have the same effect...</i></mc> <<MCTalk "I appreciate your honesty, Jess... But... it’s hard. I mean, I get it, he’s... he’s a lot to handle. But it’s hard not to feel... insecure about it.">> You manage to say, your voice thick with emotion. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> squeezes your hand gently, her eyes searching yours as she tries to find the right words... [[Jessica continues to express herself.|JessicaDate9][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> <<JessicaTalk "It’s not just that he’s charismatic, handsome or tall or... or rich... It’s not just that he’s caring and manly and dominant, or even that he has a... <i>massive bulge</i>. It’s more than that babe...">> You swallow hard, your heart pounding in your chest as you listen. Her words are cutting deep, but you know she’s trying to be honest. She takes a deep breath, clearly struggling with what she’s about to say. <<set $stress +=10>><<Stress>> <<JessicaTalk "Our sex life has been... struggling, you know? And I think that’s why he’s affecting me more. It’s like...I see all these qualities in him, and it makes me realize what we’re lacking. I don’t want to hurt you, but I can’t deny that it’s been on my mind. You saw how Alexandra acted out their sex life in the game... And I never even got close to that with you...">> The insecurities you’ve been grappling with since seeing that photo of <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> cock now mix with the painful realization that your struggles in the bedroom have left <jessica>Jessica</jessica> vulnerable to his influence. You try to find your voice, but it’s shaky. <<MCTalk "Jess, I... I’ve been trying. I know I’m not... everything you need in bed, but I’m doing my best. I just don’t want to lose you to.">> <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> eyes well up with tears, and she squeezes your hand tighter. <<JessicaTalk "You won’t lose me, not over this, I promise. I’m committed to us. But I think... I think we need to work on this, together. We need to figure out how to ignite that spark between us...">> <<MCTalk "I want to work on this. I want to be what you need, Jess. I’m willing to do whatever it takes.">> <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> eyes soften, and she leans in closer, her lips brushing against your ear. Her breath warm against your skin. <<JessicaTalk "How about we start tonight? Come back to my place... we can have some fun.">> Her words send a thrill through you, both excited and nervous. The tension between you two has been building, and the idea of being intimate with her after everything that’s happened tonight is both exhilarating and daunting. You nod, managing a smile. But after this talk, your performance anxiety is through the roof. <<MCTalk "Yeah, I would love to.">> [[Walk to Jessica's place.|JessicaDate9][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> As you walk together toward her place, the city lights casting a soft glow over the streets, you can’t shake the thoughts swirling in your mind. The truth or dare game from the other night still lingers, especially <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> question to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> about whether he’d ever slept with one of his students... You glance over at her, the question on the tip of your tongue. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date38.jpg" height=350></div> <<MCTalk "Jess... why did you ask Mr. Brown if he’d ever slept with one of his students?">> The question comes out more hesitant than you intended. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> looks at you, her expression unreadable for a moment. She seems to weigh her words carefully before responding. <<JessicaTalk "I don’t really know... It’s like... I was curious. He’s such a... I don’t know, an enigma. The way he carries himself, the way he looks at people... I just wanted to know if he’s ever... been with someone like me...">> Her words stir a mixture of emotions within you—jealousy, insecurity, and something else, something you’re still trying to understand. Your thoughts keep drifting back to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, the power he seems to hold over <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and you... You swallow, trying to keep your voice steady. <<MCTalk "So it was just curiosity?">> <<JessicaTalk "Yeah, just curiosity. It’s not like I’d ever... I mean, I wouldn’t do anything with him. It’s just... he’s so different from anyone I’ve ever met. And it was all just a game, right?">> You feel a tightness in your chest, the weight of your insecurities pressing down on you. You’ve seen the way Mr. Brown affects <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, and you can’t help but feel like you’re in competition with him, even if she assures you that nothing would happen. As you walk beside <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, you find yourself lost in thought, torn between your desire to be the man she needs and the unsettling feelings that have been growing inside you. You know you love her, but there’s a part of you that’s scared—scared of losing her to someone like <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, and scared of what that would mean for you. [[You two arrive at Jessica's home.|JessicaDate9][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> When you finally arrive at <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> place, the weight of everything that’s been said—and left unsaid—hangs between you. She unlocks the door and leads you inside, the familiar warmth of her home welcoming you, but your mind is still racing. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> turns to you, her eyes softening as she reaches out to touch your cheek, pulling you out of your thoughts. <<JessicaTalk "Hey, let’s not think about anyone else tonight. Just us, okay?">> You nod, trying to push the doubts aside, at least for now. You lean in and kiss her, feeling the tension start to melt away as you focus on the moment, on her. Tonight, it’s just the two of you, and whatever else is going on in your head, you’re determined to make this work. <<Arousalincrease 40>><<Arousal>> As you pull back from the kiss, <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> breathless smile stirs something deep within you. The memory of <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> words echoes in your mind, her guidance about how to truly satisfy a woman—especially when you feel inadequate in other ways. After seeing that photo of <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> massive penis, <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> advice now makes more sense than ever. You know you can't compete with that, but you also realize there are other ways to pleasure <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, ways that can make her feel just as desired and satisfied. Your heart races as you decide to put that advice into action. You gently guide <jessica>Jessica</jessica> to the edge of the bed, your hands trembling slightly with a mix of nervousness and anticipation. She looks at you curiously, but there’s a spark of understanding in her eyes as she lets you take the lead. <<MCTalk "I want to make you feel good, Jess. The way you deserve.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> bites her lip, her cheeks flushing as she nods. You slowly kneel in front of her, your hands trailing down her thighs as you part them, exposing her most intimate self to you. The sight of her arousal only fuels your determination, and you lean in, pressing soft kisses along the inside of her thighs, taking your time to savor each moment. <<Arousalincrease 40>><<Arousal>> <<link[[Eat her pussy with dedication!|JessicaDate9]]>><<set $p to 6>><<set $jessicadate9firstchoice to 1>><</link>> <<link[[Use what you learned from Alexandra!|JessicaDate9]]>><<set $p to 6>><<set $jessicadate9firstchoice to 1>><</link>> <<link[[You are distracted with self-doubt!|JessicaDate9]]>><<set $p to 6>><<set $jessicadate9firstchoice to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 6>> <<if $jessicadate9firstchoice eq 1>><<set $sub +=1>> You lower yourself fully into the moment, letting every ounce of your attention pour into <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> pleasure. Your lips brush softly against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, eliciting a slight shiver from her. The heat of her anticipation is palpable, and you can feel her body responding to your every touch. <<MCTalk "I want to make you feel good, Jess. Like you deserve.">> Her breath hitches, her gaze softening as she looks down at you with a mix of vulnerability and affection. You press a lingering kiss just above her center before finally allowing your tongue to explore her fully. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date39.jpg" height=500></div> The taste of her pussy fills your senses, and you lose yourself in the rhythm of pleasuring her. You begin gently, letting your tongue trace slow, teasing circles around her clit, paying close attention to the way her body reacts. Each time her hips buck or her breath catches, you adapt, pressing your lips firmly against her, sucking lightly, or quickening your pace. <<JessicaTalk "Oh my god… yes. That’s it, right there.">> Her voice is shaky with pleasure, her fingers threading through your hair, not to guide you but to hold you close. You can feel her trembling under your touch, and it fills you with a sense of pride and purpose. You remember <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> advice, her sultry voice guiding you even now: <alexandra>"It’s not just about technique, darling. It’s about how you make her feel.”</alexandra> You slide your hands up her thighs, holding her steady as your tongue works in perfect harmony with the movement of your fingers. Slowly, you slip one finger inside her, curling it to find the spot that makes her gasp. <<JessicaTalk "Oh… oh, yes! Just like that.">> Her reactions spur you on, and you add a second finger, matching the rhythm of your mouth with the strokes of your hand. <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> thighs tremble around your head, and her hips begin moving in sync with you, chasing the pleasure you’re giving her. Her breaths grow shorter, her moans louder, and her body tighter. You glance up briefly and see her biting her lip, her cheeks flushed, her eyes fluttering open to meet yours. <<JessicaTalk "You’re… you’re amazing…">> The words tumble from her lips unbidden, and you can feel her letting go, surrendering herself completely to the sensations. Her praise warms you, but it’s her vulnerability in this moment that strikes you most. She’s trusting you, letting you take her to this peak. As you feel her body tense, the telltale signs of her climax building, you double your efforts, curling your fingers just right while your tongue flicks rapidly against her clit. <<JessicaTalk "Oh god… I’m… I’m going to—">> Her words are cut off by a sharp cry as her orgasm crashes over her. Her thighs clamp around your head, her back arching off the bed as wave after wave of pleasure courses through her. You don’t stop, drawing out her release until she collapses back, her body shuddering as aftershocks ripple through her. When she finally relaxes, her grip on your hair loosens, and she pulls you up to her, her breathing still uneven. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes glassy, and she looks at you with an expression of pure adoration. <<JessicaTalk "That was… incredible. You made me feel so… loved.">> She wraps her arms around your neck, pulling you into a tender kiss. It’s not just passion—it’s gratitude and a connection deeper than you’ve felt before. As you pull back, you notice a change in her demeanor. She looks almost shy, her fingers tracing patterns on your arm. <<JessicaTalk "You… you really care about me, don’t you?">> The vulnerability in her voice makes your heart swell. <<MCTalk "Of course I do.">> Her smile widens, and she pulls you back into another kiss, her affection for you clear in the way she holds you close. <<JessicaLove 1>> <<elseif $jessicadate9firstchoice eq 2>> You steady yourself, recalling <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> teasing yet instructive words. This wasn’t about losing yourself completely to <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> pleasure—it was about control, about finesse. You wanted to make her feel amazing, but tonight, you were determined to do so by proving you’d mastered everything <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> taught you. <<MCTalk "Let’s see if I can find all your favorite spots, Jess.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> looks down at you, her cheeks flushed and her lips parted as she softly laughs. <<JessicaTalk "Confident, huh?">> Her tone is playful, but there’s an edge of anticipation in her voice. You lean in, starting with soft kisses along her inner thighs, taking your time to savor the warmth of her skin. Your hands rest on her hips, holding her steady, as you move closer to your goal. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date39.jpg" height=500></div> When your lips finally meet her center, you take a slow, deliberate taste, savoring the way her body tenses beneath you. Instead of diving in, you take a moment to gauge her reactions, paying attention to every shiver, every sigh, every subtle arch of her back. You begin with slow circles around her clit, using just the tip of your tongue. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> voice echoes in your mind: <alexandra>"Tease her, make her crave more. Don’t just give it all away—build the anticipation.”</alexandra> <<JessicaTalk "Mmm… that’s good.">> Her voice is soft, but it’s enough encouragement for you to move forward. You add a finger, sliding it inside her with practiced ease, curling it slightly as you explore her inner walls. The way she gasps and clenches around you tells you you’ve found the right spot, and you press into it with precision. <<JessicaTalk "Oh… oh, that’s—">> Her words cut off as her body responds to your movements. You flick your tongue faster now, alternating between circles and gentle flicks, while your fingers work in a steady rhythm. "Tease her, make her crave more. Don’t just give it all away—build the anticipation.” had been right—this wasn’t just about the physical act. It was about understanding her, about knowing exactly how to push her toward the edge without overwhelming her. <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> moans grow louder, her hips starting to move against your mouth, seeking more of the pleasure you’re giving her. But instead of letting her take control, you adjust your grip, keeping her steady. You’re leading this dance, and she’s following. <<JessicaTalk "Yes… yes, like that!">> Her praise fuels you, but you stay focused, keeping your movements calculated and controlled. You slide a second finger inside her, angling them just right as your tongue continues its work. Her thighs tremble, and her breaths come in short, desperate gasps. <<JessicaTalk "I… I’m so close…">> You glance up at her briefly, catching the way her eyes are tightly shut, her lips parted as she grips the sheets beneath her. You quicken your pace just slightly, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Finally, with a cry that echoes through the room, she comes undone. Her back arches off the bed, her thighs clenching around your head as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over her. You don’t stop until her body begins to relax, her breaths coming in short, shallow bursts. As you pull back, you wipe your mouth and sit up, watching as Jessica slowly opens her eyes. She looks at you with a mix of satisfaction and something else—something softer. <<JessicaTalk "You’ve really been paying attention, haven’t you?">> Her words make you smile, and you shrug lightly. <mc><i>I just had a good teacher.</i></mc> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> chuckles, her cheeks still flushed. She reaches out to pull you into a kiss, her lips warm and lingering against yours. <<JessicaLove 1>> <<JessicaTalk "You’re incredible, you know that?">> <<elseif $jessicadate9firstchoice eq 3>><<set $sub +=1>> As you kneel between <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> legs, your thoughts drift, clouded by self-doubt. The memory of her satisfied smile when she talks about <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> flashes in your mind. You can’t shake the feeling that no matter how hard you try, you’ll never fully satisfy her the way you want to. <<MCTalk "I… I hope this is enough for you, Jess…">> Your voice is barely audible, lacking the confidence and conviction she deserves. You lean in, pressing soft kisses along her thighs, but your movements lack enthusiasm, your mind still elsewhere. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date39.jpg" height=500></div> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> lets out a soft sigh, her fingers brushing through your hair. But when she notices your hesitation, her touch changes. Her grip tightens, firm and commanding, as she pulls your head up to look at her. <<JessicaTalk "Hey. Stop thinking and focus.">> Her tone is sharp, yet laced with affection. Her eyes lock onto yours, the intensity of her gaze snapping you out of your spiral. <<JessicaTalk "You’re here to make me feel good, aren’t you? Then do it.">> She presses your head back down, guiding you toward her most sensitive spot. The firmness of her hold, the authority in her voice—it sends a shiver down your spine. You feel a strange mix of shame and arousal, and you obey without hesitation. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaDate9.mp4"/></div> You start slow, your tongue flicking tentatively over her clit. Her grip remains firm, her hips subtly tilting to guide your movements. <<JessicaTalk "Right there… don’t stop.">> Her words keep you grounded, her dominance pulling you out of your head and back into the moment. You focus on her commands, adjusting your movements to match her guidance. When she tells you to go faster, you do. When she tells you to add your fingers, you obey. Your fingers slide inside her, curling just as she’s shown you she likes, while your tongue works steadily on her clit. Her moans grow louder, more frequent, and you realize that even though you feel like a tool in her hands, you’re still the one bringing her pleasure. <<JessicaTalk "Just like that… don’t you dare stop.">> Her dominance keeps you moving, her hips grinding against your mouth as she chases her release. You feel her body trembling, her thighs tightening around your head, and her moans turning into cries of pleasure. Finally, with a sharp gasp, she comes undone, her body convulsing against you as her climax washes over her. She holds you in place, making you prolong her pleasure until her tremors subside. Only then does she release her grip, letting you pull back. You sit back on your heels, your face flushed and your chest heaving. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> looks down at you, her expression softening as she catches her breath. <<JessicaTalk "See? You can make me feel amazing when you stop overthinking.">> Her words sting, but there’s also a strange warmth in them. She leans forward, brushing her fingers through your hair again, this time more gently. <<JessicaTalk "You did good, babe. Really good.">> You nod silently, a mix of emotions swirling in your chest. Even though her dominance left you feeling small, there’s a sense of pride in knowing you fulfilled her needs—at least in this way. <</if>> Even though you made <jessica>Jessica</jessica> orgasm you didn't climax and left in a horny state. <<link[[Ask Jessica for sex.|JessicaDate9]]>><<set $p to 7>><<set $jessicadate9secondchoice to 1>><</link>> <<link[[Don't ask Jessica for sex.|JessicaDate9]]>><<set $p to 7>><<set $jessicadate9secondchoice to 2>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 7>> <<if $jessicadate9secondchoice eq 1>> You muster the courage to ask, your voice trembling with both desperation and hope. <<MCTalk "Jessica, I want you… Please, can we... you know... have sex?">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> pauses, her expression shifting from playful to something more calculating. She tilts her head, a faint smirk tugging at her lips as if she’s savoring your vulnerability. <<JessicaTalk "Oh, babe, I know you want me. But tonight isn't about that.">> Her hand trails down your chest, teasing but firm, before pulling away just as your breath hitches. She shakes her head, her playful demeanor returning. <<JessicaTalk "You're cute when you're needy, but let’s try something different. I want to show you just how much fun we can have without me giving in to your every whim.">> <<elseif $jessicadate9secondchoice eq 2>> You sit quietly, your thoughts a whirlwind of desire and doubt. Despite the growing need inside you, you can’t bring yourself to ask. There’s something about the way <jessica>Jessica</jessica> looks at you, a mix of control and affection, that keeps you silent. <mc><i>She seemed so happy… that’s what matters, right?</i></mc> She notices your hesitation and gives you a soft, knowing smile. Without a word, she leans in, her lips brushing lightly against yours before pulling back. Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she trails her fingers along your jawline. <<JessicaTalk "You’re such a good boy, you know that? Always letting me take the lead. I like that about you.">> <</if>> <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> eyes glimmer with a mix of playful intent and something deeper—something that makes your heart race with both anticipation and a hint of nervousness. She smiles, a soft curve of her lips, as she caresses your cheek, her touch gentle yet commanding. Her voice has a sultry whisper that sends a shiver down your spine. <<JessicaTalk "Remember our last date? How I made you cum… How I made you tremble, didn’t it?">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date40.jpg" height=500></div> The memory flashes in your mind—<jessica>Jessica</jessica>, arching her back, her body trembling with pleasure as she brought herself to climax with the dildo. You remember how you couldn’t tear your eyes away from her, how the sight of her in ecstasy pushed you over the edge, making you explode in a way you hadn’t before. The way she controlled the situation, the way she knew exactly how to drive you wild just by pleasuring herself, was something you’d never forget. You nod, your throat tight as the memory stirs something deep inside you. There’s a hint of vulnerability in admitting how much that moment affected you, but <jessica>Jessica</jessica> seems to thrive on it. Her smile widens, and she leans in to kiss you softly, her lips brushing against yours with a teasing lightness. <<JessicaTalk "I’m glad you remember...">> She murmurs against your lips before pulling back and standing up. She heads to the bathroom, giving you a playful wink before disappearing behind the door. Your heart pounds as you hear her rummaging around, your mind racing with what she might have planned next. [[She returns!|JessicaDate9][$p=8]] <<elseif $p eq 8>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date41.jpg" height=500></div> When she finally emerges, your breath catches in your throat. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> is wearing a stunning one-piece black lingerie and black stockings. The contrast between the delicate lace and her soft skin makes her look both elegant and incredibly sexy. She knows it too—the way she carries herself, with confidence and a hint of dominance, makes your mouth go dry. The delicate lace creates a stark contrast against her soft skin, making her look both delicate and incredibly sexy. But it’s not just the lingerie—it’s the way <jessica>Jessica</jessica> carries herself that leaves you spellbound. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date42.jpg" height=500></div> She takes slow, deliberate steps toward you, each movement dripping with confidence. There’s a subtle sway to her hips, a glint in her eyes that tells you she knows exactly what she’s doing to you. The air around you feels charged, thick with tension as you watch her approach, your mouth going dry at the sight of her. The way the fabric clings to her body, the way her stockings hug her legs, all of it leaves you mesmerized. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> stops just a few feet in front of you, close enough that you can smell the faint scent of her perfume. She gives you a knowing smile, her eyes flickering with amusement as she takes in your reaction. Your heart pounds in your chest, your thoughts a jumble of desire and anticipation. <<JessicaTalk "Like what you see?">> Her voice low and teasing. She twirls slowly, giving you a full view of her from every angle. The back of her lingerie is sheer, showing off the curve of her back and the perfect roundness of her ass, accentuated by the black stockings. She stops facing away from you, glancing over her shoulder with a sultry smile that makes your pulse race. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date43.jpg" height=500></div> You nod, unable to form words as you drink in the sight of her. Every inch of her is perfection, and the way she’s teasing you with it only makes you want her more. [[With a teasing smile, she starts to undress.|JessicaDate9][$p=9]] <<elseif $p eq 9>> Her fingers work the straps of her lingerie, sliding them off her shoulders with agonizing slowness. She lets the straps dangle, barely clinging to her body, before she begins to peel the fabric down. The lingerie slips down her torso, revealing more of her smooth skin inch by inch. The way she moves is a dance in itself—seductive, graceful, and completely captivating. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date44.jpg" height=500></div> <<Arousalincrease 50>><<Arousal>> You watch, spellbound, as <jessica>Jessica</jessica> continues her striptease. She turns away from you again, giving you a perfect view of her ass as she shimmies the lingerie down her hips. The fabric falls to the floor, leaving her in nothing but her stockings. She looks over her shoulder at you, a smirk playing on her lips, as she steps out of the lingerie, kicking it aside with a flick of her foot. For a moment, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> stands there, letting you admire her in all her sensual glory. Then, with a confident smirk, she gracefully sits down on the sofa, her movements slow and deliberate. She spreads her legs wide, the black stockings clinging to her thighs, accentuating every curve. As she leans back, she pushes her breasts together with her arms, her hands resting lightly on her neck. The way she arches her back, the way her breasts are presented to you, creates a view so erotic, so breathtaking, that you can’t help but feel your heart race. It’s a sight to die for, and you’re completely captivated, unable to look away. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date45.jpg" height=500></div> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> moves toward you with that same confidence, her hips swaying with each step. She stops just in front of you, so close that you can feel the heat radiating off her body. You reach out, instinctively wanting to touch her, but <jessica>Jessica</jessica> steps back with a teasing smile, denying you. <<JessicaTalk "Not so fast babe.">> Her voice a silky purr. She bends down and retrieves the big white dildo from the bed, holding it up for you to see. Your heart skips a beat as you realize what she’s about to do. [[Jessica gets on the sofa with the dildo.|JessicaDate9][$p=10]] <<elseif $p eq 10>> She brings the dildo to her lips, giving you a sultry look as she begins to lick it. Her tongue flicks out, tracing the length of the toy with slow, deliberate strokes. She takes her time, her eyes never leaving yours as she works her way up and down, coating the dildo with her saliva. It’s an incredibly erotic sight, and you can feel your own arousal building as you watch her. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date46.jpg" height=500></div> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> doesn’t stop there. She takes the dildo into her mouth, her lips wrapping around it as she begins to suck. The sight of her giving the toy oral, the way she works it with her mouth, is almost too much to bear. You can feel yourself hardening, your breath coming in short, ragged bursts as you watch her. After a few moments, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> pulls the dildo out of her mouth, a trail of saliva connecting her lips to the toy. She gives you a wicked smile, then moves to the sofa, sitting down with her legs spread wide. She brings the dildo to her entrance, teasing herself with it, rubbing it against her wetness but not pushing it in just yet. Your mind is a whirlwind of thoughts. The sight of <jessica>Jessica</jessica> pleasuring herself is intoxicating, and you can’t deny how much you’re enjoying it. But at the same time, there’s a part of you that feels conflicted, uncertain about where this is all leading. You’re torn between your desire to be with her, to share in this moment, and the realization that you’re being denied in a way that’s both thrilling and frustrating. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date47.jpg" height=500></div> <<Arousalincrease 100>><<Arousal>> You watch, helpless and aroused, as she finally begins to slide the dildo inside her. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> moans softly, her head falling back as she starts to ride the toy. Her hips move in a slow, steady rhythm, her body undulating with each thrust. The sight of her pleasuring herself, the way she takes control, is intoxicating. You want to join her, to be a part of her pleasure, but she’s made it clear that this is for her—and for you to watch. <<link[[You watch Jessica mesmerized.|JessicaDate9]]>><<set $p to 11>><<set $jessicadate9thirdchoice to 1>><</link>> <<link[[You are aroused but conflicted.|JessicaDate9]]>><<set $p to 11>><<set $jessicadate9thirdchoice to 2>><</link>> <<link[[You decide to be more playful.|JessicaDate9]]>><<set $p to 11>><<set $jessicadate9thirdchoice to 3>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 11>> <<if $jessicadate9thirdchoice eq 1>> After a few minutes, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> shifts position. She gets on her hands and knees on the sofa, presenting her perfect ass to you as she continues to use the dildo. The sight of her in doggy style, the toy disappearing between her legs, is unbearably erotic. She looks back at you over her shoulder, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure, as she fucks herself with the toy. <<JessicaTalk "Do you like what you see?">> You can only nod, unable to form words. The power she holds in this moment is overwhelming, leaving you breathless. She moans softly, her body shuddering with pleasure as she works the dildo deeper inside her. Your body reacts instinctively, every fiber of your being straining with desire, but you make no move to act on it. You’re completely captivated, as if spellbound by the way she takes control of her pleasure. A part of you aches with longing to touch her, to join her, but the thought of disobeying her never even crosses your mind. When she finally speaks again, her voice is thick with pleasure, her words dripping with authority. <<JessicaTalk "Touch yourself, I want you to cum with me.">> Her command sends a shiver down your spine. There’s no hesitation. You obey without a second thought, your hands moving automatically as if she’s pulling invisible strings. The feeling of surrender is intoxicating—just as arousing as the sight before you. The room fills with her moans, her pleasure so raw and uninhibited. Every sound she makes feels like a reward, every movement a gift. You try to match her rhythm, desperate to align yourself with her, to prove your devotion in this small way. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date48.jpg" height=500></div> The room fills with the sound of her moans and your heavy breathing, the intensity of the moment building. You’re completely in sync, both of you edging closer to release. The sight of <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, her body glistening with sweat, her back arching as she rides the toy, drives you wild. You can feel your own orgasm approaching, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in your body. Just when you think you can’t hold on any longer, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> cries out, her body shuddering as she hits her peak. The sight of her climaxing, the way her body convulses in pleasure, pushes you over the edge. You explode with a force that leaves you trembling, your entire body shaking with the intensity of your release. For a moment, the world seems to blur, your senses overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure of it. <<elseif $jessicadate9thirdchoice eq 2>> After a few minutes, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> shifts position. She gets on her hands and knees on the sofa, presenting her perfect ass to you as she continues to use the dildo. The sight of her in doggy style, the toy disappearing between her legs, is unbearably erotic. She glances back at you, her eyes gleaming with a mix of pleasure and dominance. <<JessicaTalk "Do you like what you see?">> You hesitate, your breath catching in your throat. The raw sensuality of her display stirs something deep inside you, but along with the arousal comes a sense of unease. A part of you wants to close the distance, to reclaim some semblance of control, but the weight of the dynamic she’s creating between you both holds you back. Her moans grow louder, her body moving in perfect rhythm as she works the dildo deeper inside herself. The sound is intoxicating, drawing you in, yet the growing realization that you’re just an observer stirs conflicting emotions. Desire burns through you, but there’s an ache in your chest—an awareness of your own passivity in the moment. Her next words snap you out of your thoughts. <<JessicaTalk "Touch yourself, I want you to cum with me.">> Your hands move hesitantly. You begin to stroke yourself, the act filling you with as much longing as it does pleasure. The need to please her outweighs your uncertainty, yet the nagging voice in the back of your mind wonders if this is how things will always be. The room fills with the sound of her ecstasy and your ragged breathing. Watching her, seeing her lost in her pleasure, is undeniable in its power. But you can’t shake the feeling that you’re losing something in this exchange, that your role is shifting in ways you didn’t anticipate. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date48.jpg" height=500></div> Her climax is a force of nature, her body trembling as she cries out in release. The sight pushes you over the edge, your own orgasm leaving you weak and breathless. Yet as the pleasure fades, the conflicting emotions return, stronger than before. When it’s over, you meet her gaze, her satisfied smile lighting up the room. There’s no doubt that she enjoyed herself—and you did too. But in the aftermath, you can’t ignore the questions swirling in your mind. Where is this leading? <<elseif $jessicadate9thirdchoice eq 3>> After a few minutes, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> shifts position. She gets on her hands and knees on the sofa, presenting her perfect ass to you as she continues to use the dildo. The sight of her in this position, the toy disappearing between her legs, is incredibly erotic. She looks back at you with a teasing grin, her cheeks flushed with arousal. <<JessicaTalk "Do you like what you see?">> <<MCTalk "Like is an understatement. You’re… amazing.">> Her laugh is breathy but playful, her movements deliberate as she works the dildo deeper inside herself. <<JessicaTalk "Flattery will get you everywhere, babe. But you’re still staying right there. Watching.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date48.jpg" height=500></div> Your chest tightens at her teasing tone, but you grin, determined not to let her have all the fun. <<MCTalk "Staying right here… and loving every second of it.">> Her moan breaks mid-laugh, and she looks back at you again, her eyes sparkling with heat. <<JessicaTalk "That’s more like it. Keep watching me, and maybe I’ll let you talk dirty to me.">> You feel a flush rising in your cheeks, but you decide to take her up on it. <<MCTalk "You’re so beautiful when you’re like this. Confident. In control. It’s driving me crazy.">> Her movements falter for just a moment, her lips parting as if your words struck a chord. Then she recovers, tilting her head and giving you a sly smile. <<JessicaTalk "Mmm, I think I like hearing you beg. Go on, tell me what you want.">> Your voice drops, thick with arousal as you confess, <<MCTalk "I want to touch you so badly… but I love watching you like this too.">> Her moan deepens, and she arches her back, putting on an even more provocative show for you. <<JessicaTalk "Good answer. You’re learning.">> She continues, her hips moving in a steady rhythm, the sound of her pleasure filling the room. With each thrust, she glances back at you, clearly savoring the effect she’s having. <<JessicaTalk "Don’t stop talking. I want to hear everything you’re thinking.">> You don’t hold back, letting the words spill out—how beautiful she is, how much you love seeing her like this, how you’d do anything to make her happy. Each confession seems to fuel her arousal, her body trembling as she nears her climax. When she finally cries out, her body shuddering with release, her gaze locks onto yours, a satisfied smirk tugs at her lips as she sees you cumming at the same time! <</if>> [[Both of your orgasms were intense!|JessicaDate9][$p=12]] <<elseif $p eq 12>><<set $arousal to 0>> As you come down from your high, still panting and dazed, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> slows her movements, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. She pulls the dildo out, dropping it onto the bed as she leans over you, her lips brushing against your ear. <<JessicaTalk "I think this is the best way we found to cum together, yet…">> You’re left lying there, your body spent, your mind reeling from what just happened. There’s no denying the pleasure you felt, but along with it comes a growing awareness of how things are shifting between you two. <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> dominance, her control, and the way she derives pleasure from making you watch her—it’s all leading somewhere new, somewhere you’re not entirely sure of yet. <<MCTalk "Yeah… I liked it too... It’s different, but… it felt good.">> <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> smile widens, and she leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. It’s not like the heated kisses from earlier; this one is softer, more tender, like a reassurance. When she pulls back, there’s a warmth in her gaze that makes your heart skip a beat. <<JessicaTalk "I’m glad. I think we’re finding our rhythm, I like exploring with you.">> Her words settle into your mind, and you realize that she’s right. This is new territory for both of you, and there’s something exciting about that. The uncertainty, the discovery—it’s all part of the journey. And despite your earlier confusion, you find yourself wanting to continue this journey with her, to see where it leads. [[Cuddle her.|JessicaDate9][$p=13]] <<elseif $p eq 13>> As you and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> cuddle in the quiet aftermath of your intense evening, your mind begins to wander. The warmth of her body against yours is comforting, but your thoughts drift back to earlier moments. You can’t shake the memory of <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> curiosity and confessed attraction towards <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. The way she looked at him during the truth-or-dare game, the way she seemed captivated by his presence, and then the image of that photo you saw—the one of <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> monster cock. The thoughts of <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> big black cock stirs something deep within you. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date49.jpg" height=500></div> <<Arousalincrease 40>><<Arousal>> Without realizing it, your body responds. You feel yourself growing hard again, the arousal building as these thoughts swirl in your mind. The idea of <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> together, the thought of her experiencing something you could never provide, ignites a strange mix of jealousy, excitement, and arousal. Your erection presses against her thigh, unbidden and undeniable. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> shifts slightly, her brow furrowing as she notices your hardness. She glances up at you, a mischievous smile on her lips. <<JessicaTalk "So, about that thing you said on Friday… swinging, partner swapping. You seemed kinda nervous when Alexandra brought it up. What was that all about?">> You tense slightly, trying to hide the growing arousal that her touch and words are stirring in you. The memory of the truth or dare game comes rushing back, the way <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> had asked you that loaded question in front of everyone, how you had stumbled through your answer. You glance away, trying to evade her gaze, but <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> hand moves lower, tracing the outline of your little erection, making it impossible to ignore the conversation. [[Try to evade the topic!|JessicaDate9][$p=14]] <<elseif $p eq 14>> <<MCTalk "I… I don’t know. I didn’t really mean anything by it. It just… came up.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> chuckles softly, her fingers now lightly teasing the tip of your small erection with delicate strokes. Her tone is playful but with an edge. <<JessicaTalk "Did it really? Because you didn’t seem like you were just going along with her. You looked… interested.">> <<MCTalk "I-I wasn’t... Remember my fantasy was a threesome babe...">> <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> hand tightens slightly, silencing you with a gentle squeeze that sends a wave of pleasure through your body. <<JessicaTalk "And you hesitated when answering that question too. Be honest with me. You got hard just thinking about something else, didn’t you?">> Your heart races as she says it, her words hitting you with a mix of shame and undeniable arousal. The image of <jessica>Jessica</jessica> with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> flashes in your mind again, and before you can stop yourself, you nod weakly. <<if $tdassgrab eq 1>><div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date51.jpg" height=500></div> <<else>><div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date50.jpg" height=500></div><</if>> <<MCTalk "I... I did.">> <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> smile widens, her fingers sliding up and down your erection with slow, deliberate movements. <<JessicaTalk "I knew it... And you got all mesmerized when I was with Mr. Brown at the pool, didn’t you? You liked it. Seeing me with him. Right baby?">> <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> words hang in the air, her teasing touch pulling you deeper into the mixture of embarrassment and undeniable arousal. You try to avoid her eyes, but the intensity of her stare keeps you pinned in place. Her fingers continue to stroke you, her grip just tight enough to send sparks of pleasure through your body. <<MCTalk "I… I don’t know...">> [[Jessica keeps pushing.|JessicaDate9][$p=15]] <<elseif $p eq 15>> <<JessicaTalk "Oh, I think you do. You couldn’t take your eyes off us at the pool, could you? You liked seeing me close to him. I could feel it.">> <<Arousalincrease 40>><<Arousal>> You hesitate, your mind racing. You want to resist, to deny the truth, but the way <jessica>Jessica</jessica> is looking at you—the way her fingers are teasing your small erection—makes it impossible to think straight. The images of her with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, of the two of them together, flash in your mind again, and the words slip out before you can stop them. <<JessicaTalk "You might not answer but your dick does.">> <<MCTalk "Yes, I get so horny when you were around him. When you sat on his lap<<if $MCaskedquestions.has('AndreD2')>> when you danced with him<</if>><<if $tdassgrab eq 1>>when he grabbed your ass...<</if>>">> <<JessicaTalk "You’re so cute when you’re honest. It’s okay, baby. I get it.">> <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> teasing smile softens as she watches you struggle with your words, her fingers still moving up and down your small erection. Her touch sends shivers through your body, making it impossible to hide how much you're affected by everything—her words, her closeness, and the thoughts swirling in your mind. <<JessicaTalk "I’m glad you're being honest with me. You don’t have to be ashamed. Your fantasies are safe with me, baby. I’d never do anything to hurt you.">> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaDate10.mp4"/></div> Her fingers tighten just a little as she continues to stroke you, the sensation heightening with every movement. The way she’s looking at you now is both comforting and seductive, like she’s pulling you in without pushing you too far out of your comfort zone. <<JessicaTalk "Have you ever imagined me with Mr. Brown?">> <<Arousalincrease 40>><<Arousal>> Her question lingers in the air, teasing you, pushing you closer to the edge. Her eyes lock on yours as she keeps stroking, waiting for your answer. You try to resist, but the pleasure is too much. <<link[[You can only stutter and say Yes!|JessicaDate9]]>><<set $p to 16>><<set $jessicadate9fourthchoice to 1>><</link>> <<link[[You confess!|JessicaDate9]]>><<set $p to 16>><<set $jessicadate9fourthchoice to 2>><</link>> <<link[[You confess and embrace it!|JessicaDate9]]>><<set $p to 16>><<set $jessicadate9fourthchoice to 3>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 16>> <<if $jessicadate9fourthchoice eq 1>><<set $sub +=1>><<set $MCcuck +=1>> <<MCTalk "Yes...">> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaDate11.mp4"/></div> The moment the words leave your lips, you can’t hold back any longer. The pleasure builds to an unbearable peak, and with one last stroke of <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> fingers, you release. Your body shudders as you cum, spilling all over your belly, the intense wave of pleasure leaving you breathless. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> chuckles softly, her hand slowing down as she watches you, her eyes filled with satisfaction. She leans down and presses a soft kiss to your cheek, her tone still gentle.<<set $arousal to 0>> <<JessicaTalk "Good boy, you did so well. Just relax now.">> <<elseif $jessicadate9fourthchoice eq 2>><<set $sub +=2>><<set $MCcuck +=2>> <<MCTalk "Yes, I have… and I can’t stop thinking about it.">> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaDate11.mp4"/></div> The words tumble from your lips, filled with an eager energy that surprises even you. Jessica’s hand doesn’t slow, her touch electric against your skin, her curious smile drawing more out of you. <<JessicaTalk "Oh? And what exactly have you been thinking about?">> <<MCTalk "You and Mr. Brown... It drives me crazy just imagining it.">> You feel the flush rising to your cheeks, but the arousal coursing through your body overrides any embarrassment. Her laughter is soft, playful, but her strokes grow firmer, more deliberate. <<JessicaTalk "You’re really into this, aren’t you? My cute little boyfriend getting all worked up just from the thought of me with Mr. Brown.">> Her teasing words make your arousal skyrocket, and your body tenses as the pressure builds. <<MCTalk "Jessica… it’s so hot.">> Her fingers quicken, and the tension becomes unbearable. <<JessicaTalk "Good. Then don’t hold back, baby. Show me how much it turns you on.">> You gasp, your body trembling as the wave of pleasure crashes over you. Your release spills across your belly as <jessica>Jessica</jessica> watches, her eyes filled with satisfaction and amusement. <<JessicaTalk "There you go. Such a good boy for me. I love how honest you’re being.">> She leans in, brushing a kiss to your forehead, her touch lingering on your skin as the last tremors of your orgasm fade. <<JessicaTalk "You’re so sweet when you’re this open with me. I like it.">> Her words send warmth rushing through you, though the vulnerability lingers. You sit up, heart pounding as the weight of the moment settles. <<MCTalk "I-I should get going.">> <<elseif $jessicadate9fourthchoice eq 3>><<set $sub +=3>><<set $MCcuck +=3>> <<MCTalk "Yes, and I love it. I’ve imagined it so many times.">> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaDate11.mp4"/></div> <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> hand continues its slow, deliberate movements, but her playful smirk fades, replaced with something more intense, intrigued. <<JessicaTalk "Really? Tell me what you’ve imagined.">> You draw a deep breath, your voice calm but filled with desire. <<MCTalk "I thought of you two having sex! How amazing you’d look, enjoying every second of it. It’s so… intoxicating to imagine you like that.">> <<JessicaTalk "You’re really something, you know that? So open, so willing to share this with me.">> Her words push you closer to the edge, and with one last stroke, the pleasure becomes too much. Your release washes over you, your body trembling as you spill across your stomach. <<JessicaTalk "That’s it. Such a good boy. So open, so honest… and so sexy.">> She leans down, pressing a kiss to your lips, this one deeper, filled with affection. <<JessicaTalk "I didn’t think I could love you more, but you keep surprising me. You’re amazing, you know that?">> <<JessicaLove 1>> <</if>> After the release, a mix of emotions floods through you—relief and stress battling for dominance. You feel lighter after confessing your deepest fantasy, but the vulnerability lingers, gnawing at the edges of your mind. Without thinking much, you sit up quickly, the reality of what just happened hitting you harder with every second that passes. <<MCTalk "I-I should get going.">> [[You dress up.|JessicaDate9][$p=17]] <<elseif $p eq 17>><<set $arousal to 0>> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> watches you with a calm, understanding smile, her gaze soft and reassuring. As you finish dressing, she reaches out and gently pulls you toward her, her lips brushing yours in a tender, loving kiss. It’s not teasing or playful this time—it’s full of affection, grounding you in the moment. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date52.jpg" height=450></div> <<if $jessicadate9fourthchoice eq 1>> <<JessicaTalk "It’s okay to feel nervous. I love you, and I’m proud of you for opening up to me. This is new for both of us, but we’ll figure it out together.">> Her voice soothes some of your unease, though your thoughts remain scattered. You nod, her affection giving you a sliver of peace as you head for the door. <<elseif $jessicadate8fourthchoice eq 2>> <<JessicaTalk "You’re so adorable when you’re honest like that. I love how much you trust me. Don’t worry—we’ll talk more soon, okay? I’m proud of you.">> Her words make your heart race, and as you head for the door, her gaze lingers, filled with a mix of amusement and warmth. <<elseif $jessicadate9fourthchoice eq 3>> <<JessicaTalk "I didn’t think I could love you more, but tonight proved me wrong. Thank you for trusting me, for sharing all of that. It means so much to me.">> Her words send warmth coursing through you, her embrace grounding you as you leave, your chest swelling with emotion. <</if>> [[Walk home.|JessicaDate9][$p=18]] <<elseif $p eq 18>> <<if $jessicadate9fourthchoice eq 1>> On the way home, your thoughts run wild. You replay everything in your head—the conversation, the confession, the way you couldn’t stop yourself from admitting your attraction to the idea of her with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. Part of you is relieved, like a weight has been lifted, but another part feels exposed and unsure. You’ve never opened up like that before, and it scares you, even though <jessica>Jessica</jessica> was so kind and accepting. As you walk through the quiet streets, your mind races. <mc><i> What does this mean for us? Can we go back to normal, or is this the new normal now?</i></mc> You shake your head, trying to calm your thoughts, but the questions keep coming. Still, beneath the anxiety, there’s a strange sense of calm—a small part of you feels free, like you’ve taken a step into something new. <mc><i>Does she feel the same way about all of this?</i></mc> <<elseif $jessicadate9fourthchoice eq 2>> On the way home, your heart pounds in your chest, and your thoughts spiral between exhilaration and nervousness. You replay the moment you confessed, the words spilling out of you with raw excitement. You remember the way <jessica>Jessica</jessica> looked at you—her smile warm, her eyes filled with curiosity and affection. <mc><i>She didn’t judge me. She didn’t laugh. She actually seemed... happy. Like she enjoyed hearing me say all that.</i></mc> The cool night air feels refreshing against your flushed cheeks as you think about the way she teased you, the playful edge to her voice that sent sparks through your entire body. You can still feel her touch, the way her hands guided your release, her words reassuring and grounding. <mc><i>Did I go too far? Or maybe not far enough?</i></mc> Your thoughts flicker to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, the man who had always seemed so larger than life. The idea of him with Jessica doesn’t feel as foreign anymore—it’s thrilling, intoxicating even, and that realization sends a shiver down your spine. <mc><i>Is it crazy that part of me wants this so much?</i></mc> For a moment, you stop walking, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. A strange mix of vulnerability and pride fills you. You’d opened up to Jessica in a way you never thought possible, and she’d met you with love and acceptance. As you continue home, your nerves remain, but they’re tinged with excitement. For the first time, you feel like you’re stepping into something new—something that could bring you both closer than ever. <<elseif $jessicadate9fourthchoice eq 3>> The walk home feels surreal, as if you’re floating through the quiet streets. Your body still hums with the aftershocks of pleasure, but your mind is on fire, replaying every detail of the night. You confessed everything—your fantasies, your desires, the things you’d barely dared to admit even to yourself—and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> had embraced it all. <mc><i>I actually said it. I told her how much this idea turned me on. </i></mc> A flush creeps up your neck at the memory of her reaction—her eyes lighting up with intrigue, her voice soft and affectionate as she reassured you. She hadn’t just accepted your confession; she’d seemed genuinely thrilled by it. <mc><i>She loved hearing it. She loved seeing me like that. Maybe... maybe she’s been waiting for me to say it all along.</i></mc> The thought sends a jolt of arousal through you, but it’s accompanied by a sense of peace. You’ve always wanted to make Jessica happy, but tonight felt different. It wasn’t just about pleasing her—it was about being honest with yourself, about embracing a part of you. <mc><i>And she loves me for it. She said it herself—she loves me even more now.</i></mc> You pause under the glow of a streetlamp, the quiet hum of the city in the background. The vulnerability still lingers, but it feels manageable, like a necessary part of stepping into something new. <mc><i>Maybe this is not something to fear—it’s something to explore.</i></mc> As you continue walking, a small smile tugs at your lips. The questions in your mind remain, but they’re no longer overwhelming. Instead, they feel like possibilities, like doors opening to a future you never imagined could be so exciting. <mc><i>We’re going to be okay. No... we’re going to be amazing.</i></mc> <</if>> <<link[[You arrive to your apartment.|My Room]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $jessicaquest to 9>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> When you and <jia>Jia</jia> arrived at the photography club, located in a private studio close to college campus, a few students were already there. You quickly noticed that you were the sole male member in attendance. Among the students, two individuals, besides <jia>Jia</jia>, stood out with their remarkable beauty, capturing your attention. <table> <tr> <td><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Liya2.jpg" height=500></td> <td><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Eve.jpg" height=500></td> </tr> </table> After some time passed a bald and clearly muscular man entered the room. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/EthanCamera.jpg" height=500></div> <<EthanTalk "Greetings, students. I'm Ethan Sterling. I'm a professional photographer with years of experience, and I'll be your guide in this club as you explore the world of photography and modeling.">> <mc><i> Modeling? </i></mc> <<EthanTalk "This club can be a serious opportunity for some of you. I work with the <b>Vixen</b> group and if you prove yourself to be good models...">> <ethan>Ethan</ethan> looks at you with a bothered face. <<EthanTalk "... or photographers, I can help you climb the ladders for a glamorous life.">> You remember seeing Vixen brand on your Swiftgram. It is a corporation with a magazine, apparel producer with a focus on intimate wear and also a modelling agency. You see girls you noticed earlier smile with excitement. <<EthanTalk "One model from the last year's attendees became a Vixen model and has a contract with some of the most influential magazines in the country. Let me show some of her work to inspire you.">> [[He opens a slide on the PC|PhotoClub0][$p=2]] <<elseif $photoquest eq 0 and $p eq 2>> <ethan>Ethan</ethan> shows the photos of a curvy blonde model in a white bikini. She teases the camera with playing with her bikini top. <mc><i>She really is a beauty.</i></mc> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Mia.jpg" height=500></div> <<EthanTalk "This was one of our photos together in the club, and she got good experience in modeling. Through her hard work and my connections soon she was shooting for Vixen, with me.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Mia2.jpg" height=500></div> <mc><i>Fuck she is so hot! The girls here are really hot too...</i></mc> <<EthanTalk "And as you will be seeing next she became the cover girl for the Vixen magazine.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Mia4.jpg" height=500></div> The majority of the girls in the room are in awe as they realize the potential opportunities of this club. But some look sad as they compare themselves with the model on the projection. You feel horny and realize you can be around all these hot women and learn to be a better photographer at the same time You feel lucky and privileged. <<EthanTalk "I expect every one of you to be here every Monday evening; no absences will be allowed. I believe in discipline for my students. For the next week, please ensure you bring a camera with you so we can start working on the basics and practice. Any questions or concerns?">> In the photography studio, there was a moment of silence as nobody spoke up. <<EthanTalk "Very well, meeting adjourned. I have other commitments for today. I look forward to seeing you all with your cameras next week!">> You notice <ethan>Ethan</ethan> looking at you as if he is bothered by your presence in his studio but you don't care much about it. After the meeting you leave the studio with <jia>Jia</jia> and a long-haired brunette beauty. <<JiaTalk "Well that was something. I am not sure if I wanna follow that path but I am sure Liya wants to give it a try... We are planning to buy the cameras on Sunday morning. I am sure there are many options at the city mall. Would you like to join us?">> <<MCTalk "Of course, I would like to, maybe we can hang out later huh?">> <<JiaTalk "Even better, we can get to know each other. But we gotta run now, sorry, nice meeting you $name.">> <mc><i> Today couldn't go better, I joined the club, met some college hotties. That Ethan dude felt weird at times but hanging out with the girls would be worth it. It is getting late, I should go home. Maybe I can chat with Clara. </i></mc> <<link[[Leave the Club|City]]>><<set $metjia to 1>><<set $photoquest to 1>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $jiaquest to 1>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/PhotoClub.jpg"></div> <<set $photoskill to 0>> You arrive at the Photography Club and <ethan>Ethan</ethan> and all the girls are already there hanging around. A couple of minutes later <ethan>Ethan</ethan> adresses the club. <<EthanTalk "Ladies and gentleman have you brought your cameras?">> Everyone shows him the cameras including you. <ethan>Ethan</ethan> seems satisfied till he gets in eye contact with you. You, bringing the camera as the only male seems to make him less satisfied. <<EthanTalk "Well today we will start with getting the angles in a photoshoot as well as showing the proper modeling techniques. I will need one volunteer as a model. As your skills have not developed yet you will first learn theoretically.">> <<JiaTalk "Why don't you volunteer to be our model $name?">> <jia>Jia</jia> nudges you and gives you a wink. With confidence you raise your hand. <ethan>Ethan</ethan> seems even more displeased when he sees you volunteering. But to his luck a girl raises her hand and <ethan>Ethan</ethan> quickly selects her as the model. <<EthanTalk "I have one strict rule in this club, the models can wear only the outfits owned by the club. So my dear model, please go inside and wear something to get yourself comfortable and ready!">> <mc><i>Why would we wear only the club's outfits?</i></mc> <<link[[Wait for the shoot to start.|PhotoClub1]]>><<set $p to 2>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 2>> The girl leaves main area of the studio and gets to the dressing room. Minutes later she comes back even prettier. <<EthanTalk "Oh you look lovely, no doubt you chose to become our model for the day. You will be our muse.">> <mc><i>Sly bastard.</i></mc> You didn't catch her name but the model goes under the studio lights confidently and starts posing for the camera. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Eve3.jpg"></div> <<EthanTalk "Oh we have a natural model here. Act natural and playful, show us your moves.">> <<link[[Focus on Ethan’s photography skills and learn intently.|PhotoClub1]]>><<set $p to 3>><<set $photoskill +=1>><<set $photoclub1firstchoice to 1>><</link>> <<link[[Feel distracted and envious of the attention the girl is receiving.|PhotoClub1]]>><<set $p to 3>><<set $femenvy +=1>><<set $photoclub1firstchoice to 2>><</link>> <<link[[Feel a mix of admiration and awkward arousal.|PhotoClub1]]>><<set $p to 3>><<set $photoclub1firstchoice to 3>><<set $arousal +=20>><<Arousal>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 3>> <<if $photoclub1firstchoice eq 1>> You decide to focus on <ethan>Ethan's</ethan> photography techniques. Watching him adjust angles and guide the model with precision, you realize he’s incredibly skilled despite his demeanor. <mc><i>This is a good opportunity to learn how to direct and take better shots.</i></mc> Your mind zeroes in on the mechanics of the shoot, and you feel like you’re absorbing valuable knowledge.<</if>> You see the girl getting even more confident and relaxed. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Eve4.jpg"></div> <<EthanTalk "You have the face and figure of a model. You only need a good mentor to guide you.">> All of the club is looking at the photoshoot but you see <ethan>Ethan's</ethan> words captivating the girl. She acts as if only her and <ethan>Ethan</ethan> are in the room. <<if $photoclub1firstchoice eq 2>> Your eyes wander back to the girl as she poses confidently under the lights. Jealousy creeps in as <ethan>Ethan</ethan> showers her with attention. <mc><i>Why does he favor her so much? Is it because she looks sexier?</i></mc> You try to focus on the lesson, but the envy lingers, making you question your place here.<</if>> <<EthanTalk "If you want to get good gigs you need to spice the shoot up my dear.">> With these words the girl hesitates for a second then pulls her top down to show more of her bust with a lusty smile. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Eve5.jpg"></div> <mc><i>He is really good at making her feel confident. In 10 minutes all her posture and act changed.</i></mc> <<if $photoclub1firstchoice eq 3>> You can’t tear your eyes away as the girl exudes effortless charm under the bright studio lights. Her playful poses and growing confidence make her all the more captivating. <mc><i>She’s stunning... It’s hard not to admire how natural she looks.</i></mc> Your cheeks heat up as her sultry smile and teasing glances feel like they’re aimed directly at you. <mc><i>Why do I feel so flustered? It’s not like she’s doing this for me…</i></mc> You shift uncomfortably, hoping no one notices how distracted you’ve become, but it’s impossible to suppress the mix of admiration and nervous excitement coursing through you. <</if>> Rest of the time <ethan>Ethan</ethan> shows you the pictures and teaches you the angles of his shots and comments on the modeling of the girl. You are happy you learned new things but also got a bit of uncomfortable from the actions of <ethan>Ethan</ethan>. <<link[[Leave the Club|College Campus]]>><<set $photoquest to 2>><<set $p to 1>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $arousal +=15>><<Arousal>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> As you walk near the entrance of the club you see <jia>Jia</jia>. <<MCTalk "Hey Jia! You won't believe who I saw at the campus this morning. You remember the model Ethan showed us right? Mia?">> <<JiaTalk "Yeah? Did you see her?">> <<MCTalk "Yeah.">> <jia>Jia</jia> doesn't seem as surprised or as excited as you. <<JiaTalk "You do realize she was this part of the club because she was a student at the Emeraldglen right? I'm sure she is still a student here. What got you so hyped up?">> You feel a bit dumb for not thinking this through. Maybe her beauty, her grace and the way she was eating the ice-cream made you this hyped up. <<MCTalk "Yeah, you are right. Anyway let's go in.">> [[Go into the club|PhotoClub2][$p=2]] <<elseif $photoquest eq 2 and $p eq 2>> As you two enter the club <ethan>Ethan</ethan> sees you and comes near you. He says he wants to have a private word with you and takes you to the kitchen. <<EthanTalk "So, $name huh. Are you sure you want to be in this club? I mean the college offers so many clubs to its students. I don't see how you would benefit from learning to model, right?">> <mc><i>Where is this coming from?</i></mc> <<MCTalk "Yeah I wanna be in the club for sure. I have always been into photography and I want to get better at it.">> <<EthanTalk "You realize in this club you would need to do both photographing and modeling right? And looking at you, I don't think you have what it takes to be a model. Trust me bro, I worked with so many models.">> <mc><i>Is he trying to get rid of me?</i></mc> <<MCTalk "Uhmm, thanks for the feedback but I want to hang out for a while. I got really good friends here.">> <ethan>Ethan</ethan> looks directly into you, takes a deep breath. <<EthanTalk "Suit yourself man, you will be one of the today's models.">> He walks away annoyed. [[Join the group|PhotoClub2][$p=3]] <<elseif $photoquest eq 2 and $p eq 3>> <<EthanTalk "Welcome everyone! Today we will go into a more advance category! $name here has come out of shell and has volunteered to be one of our models today. Let's give him a good applause!">> The group of girls, especially <liya>Liya</liya> and <jia>Jia</jia> applause you. You feel annoyed and flustered <ethan>Ethan</ethan> shoved you into this uncomfortable situation. <<EthanTalk "I will be needing one more volunteer to be alongside $name! Any other volunteers for today?">> <liya>Liya</liya> raises her hand and volunteers to be a model. You welcome this development as you know she will be supporting you. <<EthanTalk "Today's outfits are trendy jeans and crop tops, go wear them in the dressing room and let's get this started!">> <mc><i>WTF! I don't want to wear a crop top!</i></mc> <<MCTalk "Uhm, can't I just use my t-shirt and my jeans? I'm already wearing them.">> <ethan>Ethan</ethan> points to a writing on the wall. <<EthanTalk "My apologies $name, but there are stated rules of this club that pre-dates my arrival. They were set up by the founding students of this long-lasting student club and I wish to honor it. If you do choose not to obey it, I will be asking you or anyone else to leave.">> <mc><i>He is doing it to mess with me! I'm sure of it. I won't be giving him the satisfaction!</i></mc> You decide to go along with <ethan>Ethan's</ethan> stupid rules and get up alongside <liya>Liya</liya>. [[Go to Dressing Room|PhotoClub2][$p=4]] <<elseif $photoquest eq 2 and $p eq 4>> <<set $sidemenu to 0>> <liya>Liya</liya> and you see the couple of outfits in the room. There are two white tops, one of them is much smaller. Then there are one skinny jeans and one jeans shorts. <<LiyaTalk "$name, can I get the shorts and smaller top? Maybe Ethan can discover me as the next Vixen model faster with them, please?">> <<MCTalk "Are you sure you want to do that? Ethan doesn't seem like an honest person.">> <<LiyaTalk "I don't need him to be honest, I need his contacts.">> You are surprised to see this calculating and ice cold mode of <liya>Liya</liya>. You comply with her request and get the outfits to the changing cabin. You first try to get in the skinny jeans which takes a bit of time since you are not used to wearing so tight pants. <<LiyaTalk "I'm done, I'm going back, don't keep us waiting $name!">> Then you change your $top with the white crop top. You take a look at the mirror and what you see doesn't matter you. While examining yourself in the mirror you realize you need a haircut. <mc><i>I look weird, in a good way?</i></mc> <<set $face to 2>><<set $facebeauty to 1>><<Beauty>> [[Join the others|PhotoClub2][$p=5]] <<elseif $photoquest eq 2 and $p eq 5>> You return to the main studio area and you see <liya>Liya</liya> in front of the white screen and <ethan>Ethan</ethan> getting ready to take photos of her. You take a look at her and you cannot believe how hot she is. The crop top looks tiny and isn't enough to hide her busty figure. Her underboob shows clearly and she looks so confident! <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Liya4.jpg" height=600></div> You see all the girls are fully focused on her, especially <jia>Jia</jia>. <ethan>Ethan</ethan> starts taking photos of her, praising her posture, her confidence and her looks. You are awestruck by her beauty and you see <jia>Jia</jia> biting her lips as she gazes at her roommate. <ethan>Ethan</ethan> talks about angles, where to focus to the students but you are too distracted by <liya>Liya's</liya> looks. You even forget for a second you will be the next model. <<EthanTalk "Alright Liya. You were great so far, give me one last pose.">> She raises her arms flirtatiously, parting her lip-balm-coated lips in a seductive manner. Her crop top moves up slightly, showing more of her underboobs. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Liya5.jpg" height=600></div> Seeing your hot friend almost halfnaked and seeing part of her big, perky boobs gets you an erection. And your skinny jeans doesn't give you much room to hide your erection. <<EthanTalk "Great job Liya! $name, you are next. Come here!">> [[Go to white screen.|PhotoClub2][$p=6]] <<elseif $photoquest eq 2 and $p eq 6>> You get in front of <ethan>Ethan</ethan> and his camera, trying to cover your erection with your hands and legs. He looks at you with a smuggy look, making sure you know how much he is enjoying this. Putting you into such an awkward position... <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/EthanCamera2.jpg" height=600></div> The look on his face annoys you so much. You decide you will not play along with his effort to drive you away from the club. You decide you will be modelling willingly to defeat his efforts, for once and for all! <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Photo ClubMC4.jpg" height=600></div> <<MCTalk "Is this position good Mr. Sterling?">> You turn your ass to the class, showing your ass in the tight jeans, hiding your erection from your friends. <ethan>Ethan</ethan> looks puzzled with your behavior. <<LiyaTalk "It is great $name! Go for it! Wooo!">> You hear the clicks and see the flashes of the camera repeatedly. You change your pose a handful of times, hiding your erection as it softens down. As it softens <ethan>Ethan</ethan> tells you to turn around with a clearly annoyed voice, your active resistance seems to be working. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Photo ClubMC3.jpg" height=600></div> Your slim waist looks lovely between the white crop top and the skinny jeans. Your hips look more defined as the jeans highlight your natural curves and flat stomach. You feel in the flow, acting without thinking, without worrying about a thing. <<JiaTalk "You look lovely $name! Don't be ashamed!">> Hearing these words makes the opposite effect on you. You feel self-conscious as you are wearing girl's clothes and posing in a feminine fashion. You feel ashamed for enjoying such an unmanly thing. What would your family think of you if they ever saw you like this? What would your girlfriend think? <<EthanTalk "Ok, great job everyone! We are done for today.">> [[Run to the dressing room!|PhotoClub2][$p=7]] <<elseif $photoquest eq 2 and $p eq 7>> You run to the dressing room and lock yourself in the cabin. Anxiety and shame overruns you! All your life your step-dad taught you to be manly, brought you to his hunting trips, socialized you with his friends from his men-only clubs. Just months ago, on your 18th birthday he brought in a stripper to give you a lap dance to strengthen your masculine sexuality... And now you are in woman's clothing, just posed as if you were a woman... <mc><i>What is wrong with me? Why did I wear these, why did I enjoy it so much?</i></mc> You quickly remove the outfit, leaving only your boxers on. You take a look down at your body. Your slim waist and hairless, delicate legs fill your eyes with tears. An inner voice criticizes you for not being man enough. Shame and confusion wash over you as you grapple with these feelings. You put on your usual outfit as tears come down your cheeks. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Photo ClubMC5.jpg"></div> [[Leave the dressing cabin.|PhotoClub2][$p=8]] <<elseif $photoquest eq 2 and $p eq 8>> You leave the cabin and the dressing room. Looks like everyone has gone while you were crying in the cabin. As you walk towards the exit, you hear voices from the kitchen. You decide to take a look. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Mia1.mp4"/></div> You see <ethan>Ethan</ethan> bending <b>Mia</b> over the kitchen counter and fucking her from behind. You see her big boobs jiggling over the counter as she moans for <ethan>Ethan's</ethan> name. <mc><i>I knew there was something sketchy about this guy from the get go! This club is a ruse to fuck young models!</i></mc> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Mia2.mp4"/></div> You silently watch the big titted blonde get fucked by <ethan>Ethan</ethan>, with his big cock. You watch the two of them in trance for a couple of minutes then decide to bail out before you are spotted. <<link[[Leave the Club|College Campus]]>><<set $photoquest to 3>><<set $p to 1>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $arousal +=25>><<Arousal>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> You arrive at the photo club and <liya>Liya</liya> is already waiting at the door. <<LiyaTalk "Hi $name. The door is closed, and the note says we will shoot outside today.">> <<MCTalk "That's cool, I didn't want to be forced into Ethan's outfits today.">> <<LiyaTalk "You looked amazing last week $name, don't be silly. You have a cute petite body.">> You blush with the compliments of one of the most beautiful girls you know. <<MCTalk "Thanks Liya, but I don't think I should wear crop tops like that.">> <<LiyaTalk "It really showed off your pretty midriff, I know girls who would kill to get a flat belly like yours.">> <liya>Liya</liya> liking and complimenting your body contradicts your own insecurities with your petite body. <mc><i>People liked me in the Berido outfit too, maybe I should accept and embrace my looks.</i></mc> <<LiyaTalk "I'm getting so thirsty, wanna get some water in the kitchen before the others arrive?">> [[Get in the Ethan's Club|PhotoClub3][$p=2]] <<elseif $photoquest eq 3 and $p eq 2>> <liya>Liya</liya> and you get in the club's villa, probably owned by <ethan>Ethan</ethan>. As you make your way towards the kitchen you start to hear whispers and muffled moans, they are familiar to you. <<LiyaTalk "Shhh, is that Mia?">> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Mia3.mp4"/></div> <<MCTalk "Yeah, I tried to tell you, Ethan is using this modelling club to get laid.">> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Mia4.mp4"/></div> <liya>Liya</liya> and you quitely watch <ethan>Ethan</ethan> pounds the girl. <liya>Liya</liya> holds your hand, she is clearly horny and nervous for watching this. You are more used to watch people fuck, including these two. <<Arousalincrease 55>><<Arousal>> [[Continue watching|PhotoClub3][$p=3]] <<elseif $photoquest eq 3 and $p eq 3>> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Mia5.mp4"/></div> Mia starts to ride him in reverse cowgirl, giving you a magnificent view of her boobs. <<LiyaTalk "If riding that huge cock is what it takes to become a Vixen model...">> <liya>Liya</liya> doesn't finish her sentence but the first part is enough to make you anxious about your new friend. <mc><i>No way she will fuck this unethical piece of shit to be a model! Right?</i></mc> <<MCTalk "Let's go before we get caught.">> [[Go outside|PhotoClub3][$p=4]] <<elseif $photoquest eq 3 and $p eq 4>> You go outside the door and see <jia>Jia</jia> and others. After waiting for another 10 minutes <ethan>Ethan</ethan> arrives with his camera. <<EthanTalk "I'm sorry for keeping you waiting. Let's go to the park for a good photo session ladies and gentleman. The weather and the light is great today.">> As a group you start to walk to the park, you try to walk <jia>Jia</jia> and <liya>Liya</liya> but they walk seperately from the ground. <liya>Liya</liya> whispering to <jia>Jia's</jia> ear for a long while. <<EthanTalk "So, $name, you are the first male participant joining us for so long. But let me tell you this, the professional photography has more than enough people in it, you wouldn't benefit from this at all. And when it comes to modelling, you wouldn't get half of they pay to the girls here. Just a friendly warning.">> <ethan>Ethan</ethan> is still bothered by your presence in the club, even after overcoming last week's challenge. <<MCTalk "Thanks for the warning, I still want to hang out though.">> <<EthanTalk "Suit yourself $name, next week you will be modeling again, I wonder if you will have the courage again...">> <mc><i>He is going to make me wear something girly again, but after the Comic-Con I don't think I will feel ashamed.</i></mc> [[Arrive at the Park|PhotoClub3][$p=5]] <<elseif $photoquest eq 3 and $p eq 5>> As you arrive at the park <ethan>Ethan</ethan> starts taking photos of the girls. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Eve6.jpg" height=600></div> <<LiyaTalk "Jia, you need to model today, you look so lovely in your dress, please.">> <<JiaTalk "I'm not sure I want to.">> <<MCTalk "Come on Jia, even I did model last week.">> <jia>Jia</jia> relents after your little push. As a group you go the near cabin in the park, most likely used by the gardeners. <jia>Jia</jia> starts to pose in her cute flower dress. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Jia Normal4.jpg" height=600></div> <<LiyaTalk "She is so cute, isn't she?">> <<MCTalk "Yeah, she is sweet too. You are lucky to have her as your friend.">> <liya>Liya's</liya> gaze is fixed on her roommate. Thinking, calculating... <<LiyaTalk "I often take for granted just how incredible she is and the deep connection we share. Maybe I shouldn't reject her ad...">> She trails off, leaving you intrigued. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Jia Normal5.jpg" height=600></div> <jia>Jia</jia> doesn't pose provocatively like <liya>Liya</liya>, <eve>Eve</eve> and you did. She is being herself and that is more than enough. <<EthanTalk "Awesome work today everyone. See you next week.">> <ethan>Ethan</ethan> abruptly dismisses the club and you are ready to go home. <<link[[Go Home|Apartment]]>><<set $photoquest to 4>><<set $p to 1>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> The photo club meeting is already in full swing when you, <jia>Jia</jia>, and <liya>Liya</liya> arrive. The room is buzzing with energy as everyone gathers their equipment, adjusts lighting, and discusses their ideas for the day's shoot. Despite the beautiful setting, you feel a knot of anxiety tightening in your chest. <ethan>Ethan</ethan> has always made you uneasy. He runs the club like it’s his personal recruiting ground, using it to draw in pretty girls for his modeling business while trying to get into their panties. As the only guy still in the club, you know your presence bothers him. You’re not exactly what he had in mind for his little empire. <<EthanTalk "Ah, look who’s here, our very own rising star. Ready for another round of modeling, $name?">> You hesitate, feeling a familiar wave of discomfort wash over you. The last shoot was still fresh in your mind—how you felt wearing those skinny jeans and crop top, how the girls, especially <jia>Jia</jia> cheered you on, and the confusion that followed when you realized you actually enjoyed it. But this time, it feels different. You've been exploring this side of yourself more, wearing feminine outfits, and even venturing out in public at the comic-con. Yet, the thought of doing it again in front of everyone still makes your heart race. <<EthanTalk "There’s an outfit waiting for you in the dressing room, $name. Go change, and we’ll get started.">> [[You swallow hard, your heart sinking as you make your way to the dressing room.|PhotoClub4][$p=2]] <<elseif $photoquest eq 4 and $p eq 2>> You already know what’s waiting for you—something revealing, something meant to humiliate you. When you open the door, your suspicions are confirmed: a beige checkered mini skirt and a white crop top are laid out, along with a pair of white, open heels. The sight of them makes your stomach twist. <mc><i>I’ve done this before... but it feels different this time. It feels more real. Am I really ready for this? This isn’t comic-con where I was hidden behind a veil, where I was anonymous. This is different, riskier. Everyone will see me—really see me. What if I can’t pull it off? What if I make a fool of myself?</i></mc> You pick up the mini skirt, running your fingers over the fabric. It’s soft, feminine, and short—so short that you know it’ll barely cover your butt. The crop top is no better, leaving your midriff exposed. You hesitate, holding the outfit in your hands, torn between putting it on and walking away. Just as you’re about to give up, the door creaks open, and <liya>Liya</liya> slips inside, a mischievous grin on her face. She leans against the wall, arms crossed as she watches you. <<LiyaTalk "Need some encouragement?">> <<MCTalk "Liya, I don’t know if I can do this. It’s... a lot.">> <<LiyaTalk "How about this—if you go through with it, I’ll send you a naughty selfie later. Something... special, just for you. Deal?">> Her offer catches you off guard, and you can’t help but feel a surge of excitement at the thought. It’s tempting, really tempting, but still, the fear lingers. Before you can respond, <jia>Jia</jia> walks in, her expression much more serious than <liya>Liya's</liya>. She gives <liya>Liya</liya> a playful nudge before turning to you with a concerned look. <<JiaTalk "If you don’t want to do this, it’s okay to leave, but I want you to remember something. The last time you modeled, you were glowing with joy. You looked confident and happy. And it wasn’t just that time. Remember when you got a manicure? When you got your ears pierced? Or when I did your makeup? You felt good about yourself, and I could see it.">> Her words hit home, reminding you of those moments when you felt a strange, new kind of happiness—one that came from embracing this side of yourself. <jia>Jia's</jia> encouragement gives you the final push you need. You nod slowly, determination building in your chest. <<MCTalk "Alright... I’ll do it.">> [[You are comitted to wear this skirt and model.|PhotoClub4][$p=3]] <<elseif $photoquest eq 4 and $p eq 3>> <liya>Liya's</liya> grin returns, and Jia gives you a reassuring smile. With their support, you begin to change into the outfit. <<if $panties eq "Black Boxers">><<set $v03_PClubPanties to 0>> Sliding the mini skirt up your legs. <<elseif $panties neq "Black Boxers">><<set $v03_PClubPanties to 1>> As you unbutton your pants, you hesitate for a moment, remembering what you’re wearing underneath. Boyshort panties to be exact. You’ve been wearing them for a while and while they’ve become a part of your routine, exposing them to <jia>Jia</jia> and <liya>Liya</liya> feels different. You slowly slide your pants down, revealing the snug boyshorts that cling to your hips. Both girls' eyes widen slightly as they take in the sight. You expect them to react, to say something, but instead, there’s only silence for a moment. <liya>Liya</liya>'s grin softens into something more genuine. <<LiyaTalk "Well, well, look at you. You’re really embracing this, huh?">> <<JiaTalk "They look good on you">> <jia>Jia</jia>, ever supportive, simply smiles warmly, as if to reassure you that there’s nothing to be ashamed of. You nod, feeling a little self-conscious but also relieved that they’ve accepted this part of you so easily. Their encouragement gives you the strength to keep going. You step out of your pants completely and pick up the mini skirt. Sliding it up your legs feels surreal—the fabric is soft and feminine, and the hemline is far shorter than anything you’ve worn before.<</if>> Once the skirt is in place, you reach for the white crop top, pulling it over your head and adjusting it so that it sits just above your midriff. The outfit feels foreign against your skin, exposing more of you than you’re used to, but with each passing moment, you grow more accustomed to it. You glance down at yourself, seeing the contrast between the feminine clothing <<if $panties neq "Black Boxers">> and the boyshorts beneath,<</if>> and for a second, it almost feels right—like pieces of a puzzle slowly coming together. Then you turn to the white, open heels. <ethan>Ethan</ethan> clearly meant for them to make you suffer, thinking you’d stumble and look ridiculous. But as you step into them and adjust the straps, you’re surprised by how they make you feel. The heels elongate your legs, giving them a sleek, feminine shape. They even enhance the way your butt looks in the skirt, lifting it slightly. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Photo ClubMC9.jpg" height=600></div> When you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, you’re struck by how the outfit accentuates your curves. Your legs, your butt—they all look incredible, and for the first time, you feel a surge of confidence rather than embarrassment. <<if $panties neq "Black Boxers">>The boyshorts beneath the mini skirt, once a symbol of your inner conflict, now feel like a secret connection to this newfound confidence.<</if>> <<LiyaTalk "See? You’re killing it already. Now, just a few tips...">> <<JiaTalk "First, try to keep your weight balanced on the balls of your feet, not the heels. It'll make walking easier.">> <<LiyaTalk "And take smaller steps. It’ll help you maintain control and keep your hips swaying naturally.">> You listen with your heart, absorbing their advice. They’re being so supportive, and it means the world to you. <jia>Jia</jia> continues, her voice soft and encouraging. <<JiaTalk "And if you feel unsteady, just keep your posture straight. Shoulders back, chin up. Confidence will shine through in your stance.">> You take a deep breath and nod. Their tips make you feel more prepared, more confident. The heels, the outfit—it all feels less intimidating with their guidance. You take a tentative step, then another, feeling the way the heels make your legs look even more defined. The girls cheer you on as you walk, your movements becoming smoother with each step. With every stride, you feel a surge of confidence. It’s more than just wearing the outfit; it’s owning it, feeling it become a part of you. <<link [[Embrace your confidence!|PhotoClub4]]>><<set $p to 4>><<set $photoclub4firstchoice to 1>><</link>> <<link [[Lean on your friends' support.|PhotoClub4]]>><<set $p to 4>><<set $photoclub4firstchoice to 2>><</link>> <<link [[Push through nervousness.|PhotoClub4]]>><<set $p to 4>><<set $photoclub4firstchoice to 3>><</link>> <<elseif $photoquest eq 4 and $p eq 4>> <<if $photoclub4firstchoice eq 1>> Taking a deep breath, you straighten up and walk out of the dressing room, holding your head high. Every step feels deliberate, each click of the heels against the floor a declaration of defiance. You feel the mini skirt swish against your thighs and the crop top hugging your torso, accentuating your figure. It feels foreign, yes, but empowering. As you step into the studio, heads turn. The other girls look at you with wide eyes, murmurs of admiration rippling through the room. <mc><i>This isn’t just about wearing the outfit. It’s about proving something to myself—and to them. I can do this. I will own this.</i></mc> <ethan>Ethan</ethan>, who had been smirking when he handed you the outfit, is now staring at you with a mix of disbelief and—if you’re not mistaken—something close to desire. His plan to humiliate you has backfired spectacularly. <<elseif $photoclub4firstchoice eq 2>> You hesitate in the doorway of the dressing room, nerves threatening to overtake you. <jia>Jia</jia> and <liya>Liya</liya> catch your hesitation, stepping up to you with warm smiles and quiet encouragement. <<JiaTalk "You’ve got this. Just remember what I said—posture, confidence, and let your light shine.">> <<LiyaTalk "And hey, if you kill it out there, my selfie offer still stands. Now go make them stare.">> Their words anchor you. You nod, summoning courage from their unwavering support, and step forward. The outfit feels strange but not wrong. As you walk into the studio, you notice the other girls stealing glances, their expressions softening from surprise to admiration. <mc><i>I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for Jia and Liya. Maybe I don’t feel ready, but they believe in me, and that’s enough to take this step.</i></mc> <ethan>Ethan</ethan> looks momentarily stunned, his smug smirk faltering. For once, he seems unsure of himself. <<elseif $photoclub4firstchoice eq 3>> The mirror reflects a version of yourself you’re not sure you recognize. The outfit is bold, daring, and leaves you feeling exposed. But <jia>Jia</jia> and <liya>Liya's</liya> words replay in your mind, grounding you. You grip the doorknob, your hand trembling slightly, and force yourself to take that first step out. Walking into the studio feels like stepping onto a stage. The bright lights make you feel vulnerable, every gaze landing on you like a spotlight. The other girls look up, their initial surprise melting into whispers of approval. <mc><i>Am I ready for this? No. But I’m here now, and there’s no turning back. I just have to survive this shoot, one pose at a time.</i></mc> <ethan>Ethan</ethan>'s smirk shifts into something more complex—part annoyance, part intrigue. He watches you closely, and though you feel your hands clam up, you refuse to falter. <</if>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Photo ClubMC6.jpg" height=600></div> The photoshoot begins with you standing in the center of the room, the bright lights shining down as the camera clicks rapidly. You take a deep breath and let the confidence build within you, channeling everything you’ve learned from <jia>Jia</jia> and <liya>Liya</liya>. You place one hand on your hip, arching it slightly to emphasize your curves. The other hand delicately rests on the hem of your skirt, fingers lightly grazing the fabric. Your French manicured nails glint under the studio lights, adding a touch of elegance to the pose. <ethan>Ethan</ethan> continues snapping pictures, his initial frustration giving way to something more intense as he watches you. He seems both annoyed and mesmerized at how natural you look, almost as if you were born to model. [[You get bolder as your confidence grows.|PhotoClub4][$p=5]] <<elseif $photoquest eq 4 and $p eq 5>> Feeling the energy in the room shift, you decide to push the boundaries further. With a graceful turn, you present your back to the camera, offering a side glance over your shoulder. You keep your posture strong, your body language feminine yet assertive. You slowly raise your hand from your waist, adjusting the skirt ever so slightly. As you do, the hem lifts just enough to reveal the subtle curve of your under-butt. The fabric flirts with the edge of modesty, showcasing your legs and making a bold statement. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Photo ClubMC8.jpg" height=600></div> You feel the cameras capturing every detail as you strike the pose, the room buzzing with a mix of surprise and admiration. The girls cheer you on, their support giving you even more confidence to express your feminine energy. <ethan>Ethan's</ethan> eyes narrow as he takes in the sight of you—this wasn’t what he had anticipated. But the undeniable fact is that you’re captivating, and he can’t deny that. It’s a powerful moment, one that sends a clear message: you belong here, and you’re not afraid to embrace who you are. After the final clicks, <ethan>Ethan</ethan> lowers the camera with a newfound intensity in his gaze. He seems both impressed and unsettled. That’s when he clears his throat, his voice faltering a bit. <<EthanTalk "Okay… now on the couch">> [[Move to couch.|PhotoClub4][$p=6]] <<elseif $photoquest eq 4 and $p eq 6>> You glance at <jia>Jia</jia> and <liya>Liya</liya>, who give you encouraging nods. You walk over to the couch, your heels clicking against the floor. <ethan>Ethan</ethan> gestures for you to kneel on the couch, facing away from the camera with your knees resting on the cushions. The skirt rides up slightly, showing off more of your long legs. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Photo ClubMC7.jpg" height=500></div> You feel <ethan>Ethan's</ethan> eyes on you as he directs the shot. The realization strikes you—your femininity is getting to him. You can tell by the way he hesitates, the way his gaze lingers a little too long. He’s struggling, caught between his disdain for you and his growing appreciation of your beauty. <<link[[You decide end the shoot.|PhotoClub4]]>><<set $p to 7>><<set $photoclub4secondchoice to 1>><</link>> <<link[[You decide to push him further.|PhotoClub4]]>><<set $p to 7>><<set $photoclub4secondchoice to 2>><</link>> <<elseif $photoquest eq 4 and $p eq 7>> <<if $photoclub4secondchoice eq 2>><<set $stress -=30>><<Stress>> Slowly, you shift your position on the couch, getting on all fours. Every movement is deliberate, sensual, and charged with intent. You keep your knees pressed together just enough to maintain a semblance of modesty while your back arches in a perfect curve. The fabric of the skirt clings to your body, lifting ever so slightly, teasing the camera and revealing just enough to make hearts skip a beat. Your hands rest on the cushions, fingers splayed as if grounding yourself, but your posture says otherwise—it’s commanding, exuding a quiet confidence that demands attention. You turn your head to the side, glancing over your shoulder at <ethan>Ethan</ethan> . Your gaze is a mix of smoldering intensity and playful daring, as if to say: <mc><b>Is this what you were hoping for? Or is it more than you can handle?</b></mc> From the corner of your eye, you see <ethan>Ethan</ethan> swallow hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he adjusts his grip on the camera. His hand is steady, but you can tell by the faint tremor in his jawline and the quickened rhythm of the shutter clicks that you’ve caught him off guard. The room feels electrified, the air heavy with an unspoken tension. Each click of the camera echoes like a heartbeat, amplifying the moment. <jia>Jia</jia> and <liya>Liya</liya> are silent now, their usual playful commentary replaced by quiet awe. You can feel their eyes on you, not just as friends but as witnesses to a transformation. As the camera continues to capture every angle, you decide to push the moment further. You shift your hips slightly, a subtle yet deliberate movement that causes the hem of your skirt to lift a fraction higher, exposing the faint curve of your under-butt. The motion is natural yet provocative, like a whisper that somehow shouts. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Photo ClubMC10.jpg" height=600></div> <ethan>Ethan</ethan> exhales sharply, the sound barely audible over the clicking shutter. His face is a mix of frustration and fascination, his usual smug demeanor replaced by something raw and unguarded. For a brief moment, his gaze isn’t just that of a photographer capturing a subject—it’s that of a man captivated by something he didn’t expect to see. You hold the pose for just a beat longer, letting the tension build to its peak. Then, with the grace of someone who knows exactly what they’re doing, you slowly rise to your knees, smoothing the skirt down as you turn to face him. <<EthanTalk "That’s enough.">> His voice is rougher than usual, almost breathless. He lowers the camera, and for a split second, you catch the flicker of something vulnerable in his eyes before he quickly looks away. <jia>Jia</jia> breaks the silence with a slow clap, a wide grin spreading across her face. <<JiaTalk "Girl, that was… iconic.">> <liya>Liya</liya> whistles low, her eyes twinkling with approval. <<LiyaTalk "I think you just broke Ethan.">> You smile, a newfound sense of power coursing through you. As you stand, smoothing down the skirt and adjusting your posture, you realize something profound: this wasn’t just about impressing <ethan>Ethan</ethan> or the others. It was about discovering a part of yourself you never thought existed—a confidence born from embracing who you are. <ethan>Ethan</ethan> clears his throat, snapping the lens cap onto the camera. <<EthanTalk "Alright, we’re done here. Good work.">> His tone is clipped, professional, but the way he avoids meeting your eyes tells you all you need to know. As you step off the couch, your heels clicking softly against the floor, you can’t help but feel the weight of the moment. This wasn’t just a photoshoot—it was a turning point. You’ve not only claimed your space but left an impression that no one in that room will forget. <<EthanLove 1>> <<elseif $photoclub4secondchoice eq 1>> As <ethan>Ethan</ethan> lowers the camera, you consider pushing further but decide against it. You’ve already made your point, and there’s no need to overplay your hand. Instead, you step off the couch gracefully, smoothing down your skirt as you turn to <jia>Jia</jia> and <liya>Liya</liya>. <<MCTalk "Thanks for the support, guys. I couldn’t have done it without you.">> <<JiaTalk "You were amazing out there. Seriously, that was next-level.">> <<LiyaTalk "Told you you had it in you. Now, about that selfie…">> You glance back at <ethan>Ethan</ethan>. His expression is unreadable, his jaw tight. You can sense that he’s impressed, but he’s not quite ready to admit it. <</if>> [[Head back to the dressing room.|PhotoClub4][$p=8]] <<elseif $photoquest eq 4 and $p eq 8>> <<if $photoclub4secondchoice eq 2>> As you slip out of the mini skirt and crop top, replacing them with your usual clothes, your mind races with the experience of the photoshoot. It’s hard to believe that just a short time ago, you were standing in front of the camera, feeling so exposed yet so powerful. A part of you never imagined you’d be able to pull something like that off—but now, as you think back on the way you posed, the way the outfit hugged your body, the way you felt so in control of your image, there’s a strange sense of liberation coursing through you. You’ve never felt this confident before. Not as the person you thought you were supposed to be. There’s something about the way the clothes fit, the way you carried yourself, that makes you feel more... complete. It’s a feeling you can’t quite describe, but it’s intoxicating. You can’t stop thinking about how sexy you felt, how the feminine side of you surged to the surface, making you feel things you’ve never felt before. This is more than just modeling or dressing up—it’s like you’re discovering a side of yourself that’s been hidden for so long. And with every step you take in those heels, every time you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, you realize that you’re starting to like what you see. Not just the way you look, but the way you feel. <mc><i>Every pose, every click of the camera—it made me feel sexy, desirable, powerful. Something I never felt as a guy, but here I am, feeling all of it now. The way my hips curved, the way the heels made my legs look, even the way that skirt barely covered me... it all made me feel more alive than ever before.</i></mc> It’s confusing, exhilarating, terrifying, and thrilling all at once. But one thing is clear—you don’t want to let go of this feeling. <<elseif $photoclub4secondchoice eq 1>> As you slip out of the mini skirt and crop top, replacing them with your usual clothes, a part of you feels relieved the shoot is over. The experience was a whirlwind—exciting yet overwhelming. You think back to the poses you struck, the way you felt under the gaze of the camera. You were stepping into uncharted territory, and while you didn’t push the boundaries, you still felt a flicker of something new, something raw. <mc><i>I didn’t go all the way, but… I still felt different. There’s something about this—about me—that I’m starting to see in a new light.</i></mc> You glance at your reflection, catching sight of a faint blush on your cheeks. The clothes are gone, but the memory of how they made you feel lingers—a mix of vulnerability and curiosity. It’s not quite the confidence yet, but it’s a step toward it. <</if>> [[Leave the dressing room.|PhotoClub4][$p=9]] <<elseif $photoquest eq 4 and $p eq 9>> As you, <jia>Jia</jia>, and <liya>Liya</liya> prepare to leave, <ethan>Ethan</ethan> approaches. His usual arrogance is replaced with something that almost resembles respect. He clears his throat, avoiding your gaze for a moment before finally speaking. <<EthanTalk "Look $name, I know I’ve been a dick. But... I’m happy to see you in the club. You did <<if $photoclub4secondchoice eq 2>>great<<else>>good<</if>> today. Seriously.">> His words hang in the air, and you feel a strange mix of emotions. Part of you wants to dismiss it as an attempt to smooth things over, but deep down, you can sense something else. There’s a recognition in his eyes, an acknowledgment of the influence you had over him during the shoot. He’s seeing you differently now—seeing the power and allure you’ve started to embrace. <mc><i>Is this what I can do? Can I really have this kind of effect on people?</i></mc> You exchange glances with the girls, who are just as surprised as you are by <ethan>Ethan's</ethan> sudden change of heart. You nod, accepting his apology, and with a final smile, you leave the club, feeling more confident than ever. This isn't just about <ethan>Ethan</ethan>; it's about realizing that there's a part of you, a side of you, that holds more power and influence than you ever thought possible. <<link[[Go Home|Apartment]]>><<set $photoquest to 5>><<set $p to 1>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> You arrive at the photography club, the familiar atmosphere settling over you like a warm blanket after your peformance last week! As you scan the room, you notice something immediately different—there are fewer girls here today. Only a handful remain, their chatter hushed and their eyes occasionally flickering toward the spot where you posed so boldly last week. It seems your daring photoshoot has had a ripple effect, thinning the ranks of the curious and leaving behind only those who are serious about modeling or perhaps intrigued by your transformation. As you enter the studio, you spot <jia>Jia</jia> and <liya>Liya</liya> waiting by the couches. <liya>Liya</liya> looks as energetic as ever, her excitement barely contained, while <jia>Jia</jia> appears calm, though there's a slight tension in her posture. The moment they see you, <jia>Jia's</jia> face lights up, and she walks over to you with a soft smile. <<JiaTalk "You look amazing $name! Your hair is growing out so beautifully... and you look so lovely.">> You realize that she’s right. After not cutting your hair all summer and through the semester so far, it now falls past your shoulders. You glance at the nearby mirror, noticing how more feminine you look—lovely in a way you are slowly embracing. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MC Face3.jpg" height=500></div> As the three of you settle into the studio, <ethan>Ethan</ethan> walks in with his usual air of cocky confidence, clapping his hands to gather everyone’s attention. You notice him eyeing the room, clearly taking note of how the group has dwindled since last week. Only the most determined girls remain, and it’s clear he has something on his mind. <<EthanTalk "Well, looks like we’ve trimmed the fat, huh? Only the most dedicated are still here. That’s a good thing. We’re almost halfway through the semester, and now one of you has a big opportunity. So listen up.">> <ethan>Ethan</ethan> steps closer, his voice lowering conspiratorially, as if he’s letting everyone in on a big secret. <<EthanTalk " One of my contacts at a major fashion brand is looking for fresh faces—someone to model their new line of dresses. This is the kind of gig that can help you to get in magazines, on billboards. Big money, fame—the whole package can be in your future, if you play all your cards right! And I’m thinking… maybe someone from our little club is ready for that kind of step.">> He pauses, letting his words sink in. The room is filled with a sudden buzz of excitement and tension. You can feel <liya>Liya's</liya> energy beside you shift, her competitiveness and ambition flickering to the surface as her eyes light up with the possibility. Eve, standing nearby, subtly adjusts her posture, clearly already planning how she’ll impress <ethan>Ethan</ethan>. <<EthanTalk "So, let’s see who’s really ready for this today. Show me how much you want it.">> <<set $face to 3>><<set $facebeauty to 2>><<Beauty>> [[Eve gets up to the screen.|PhotoClub5][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> The moment <ethan>Ethan</ethan> finishes speaking, the room buzzes with excitement. Eve, as expected, is the first to make her move. She stands up confidently, her heels clicking on the studio floor as she strides towards the backdrop, ready to show off. She shoots a challenging look at <liya>Liya</liya>, who remains seated for now, her competitive spirit visibly bubbling beneath the surface. <jia>Jia</jia>, noticing the tension in <liya>Liya's</liya> posture, leans over and whispers softly. <<JiaTalk "You’ve got this, Liya. You’ve wanted this for so long. Show them what you’re capable of.">> Her voice is steady and supportive, though there’s a hint of unease that betrays her feelings about the situation. Still, <jia>Jia</jia> knows how much this opportunity means to <liya>Liya</liya>, and despite her own reservations, she doesn’t want to hold her girlfriend back. <liya>Liya's</liya> eyes flick to you, searching for some kind of reassurance. You can tell she’s torn between wanting to outshine Eve and the awareness of how far she might have to go to do it. With a deep breath, she nods at <jia>Jia's</jia> encouragement, a determined look setting on her face. Finally, she rises from the couch, straightening her outfit before walking up to join Eve. <<EthanTalk "Alright girls there are two dresses in the changing room. Let the best model win!">> [[The girls return wearing tight dresses.|PhotoClub5][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> As both girls take the stage, <ethan>Ethan</ethan> signals for them to start. <liya>Liya</liya> is up first. She steps forward in a stunning red dress, tight around her hips and accentuating her long legs. The dress shimmers under the studio lights, highlighting her every curve. She poses with confidence, her smile radiant as she shifts her weight to one leg, drawing attention to her figure. The camera clicks repeatedly, capturing her in all her glory. <ethan>Ethan</ethan> gives her an approving nod, clearly impressed by her control and poise. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Liya8.jpg" height=600></div> [[It is Eve's turn!|PhotoClub5][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Eve8.jpg" height=600></div> Next, <eve>Eve</eve> steps forward, wearing a light blue dress that hugs her body. Her poses are immediately more suggestive, pushing boundaries as she turns to the side, allowing the dress to ride up slightly, revealing more of her legs with each pose. The room goes silent as she turns around. The turn lifts the dress just enough to catch everyone's attention. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Eve7.jpg" height=600></div> [[Without hesitation, Eve removes the dress entirely!|PhotoClub5][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> The air in the room grows thick with anticipation. Underneath, she’s wearing a sheer set of lingerie, the fabric thin and revealing. The thong bottoms and the black choker around her neck complement her bold look, making her seem more like a professional model than a club member. She moves with practiced grace, and the camera clicks faster, capturing every provocative angle. <ethan>Ethan's</ethan> gaze lingers on her, clearly captivated. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Eve9.jpg" height=600></div> The thin fabric clings to her body, leaving very little to the imagination. With slow, deliberate movements, she places her hands on the white screen of the studio backdrop, her back arching gracefully. Her thong-clad ass is now fully on display, emphasized by the pose as she glances over her shoulder with a sultry look, her eyes locking onto the camera. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Eve10.jpg" height=600></div> The camera clicks furiously, each flash capturing the boldness of her stance, the arch of her back, and the way her lingerie barely covers her. The entire room is transfixed, watching <eve>Eve's</eve> calculated movements as she owns the moment with the confidence of a seasoned model. <ethan>Ethan's</ethan> gaze lingers on her even longer, his expression one of admiration and intrigue as <eve>Eve</eve> holds the pose, commanding the room’s attention. It’s clear she’s out to prove something, and she’s doing it with every curve of her body. [[You look at Liya.|PhotoClub5][$p=6]] <<elseif $p eq 6>> <liya>Liya's</liya> eyes dart to you, her usual playful glint replaced by something more serious, almost pleading. She’s standing in her red dress, the fabric hugging her figure, but you can sense the weight of the decision hanging over her. The tension in the room is palpable—Eve has just turned the whole shoot into something much more daring, leaving <liya>Liya</liya> on the edge of a choice that could change everything. You can feel the pressure in your chest, the unspoken question in her eyes. <mc><i>Should she take the plunge? Should she go as far as Eve, shedding her dress and stepping into a role that promises not only attention but the path to something bigger—maybe even the career she’s dreamed about?</i></mc> But there's a knot of uncertainty in your stomach. You’re torn. Part of you wants to support her ambition, to see her shine and take what could be a huge opportunity. But another part of you—the part that’s more cautious—feels uneasy. Is this the right way to do it? Is this what <liya>Liya</liya> really needs to prove herself? What would undressing for <ethan>Ethan</ethan> lead to? <mc><i>What if this is too much? What if this changes everything for her... and for Jia?</i></mc> <<link[[NO! Shake your head!|PhotoClub5]]>><<set $v4LiyaShoot to 0>><<set $p to 7>><</link>> <<link[[Give her an encouraging nod!|PhotoClub5]]>><<set $v4LiyaShoot to 1>><<set $p to 8>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 7>> Your eyes lock with <liya>Liya's</liya> for a moment, and you subtly shake your head, silently telling her that this isn’t worth it. You can feel the pressure building in the room—the expectations, the competition—but deep down, you know that pushing herself further won’t bring her the satisfaction she truly needs. <liya>Liya</liya> hesitates, her hands hovering over her dress. You see the flicker of frustration in <liya>Liya's</liya> eyes, but she takes a deep breath and steps back, not giving in to the pressure. She adjusts her dress keeping her composure while still looking stunning, but not pushing the boundaries like <eve>Eve</eve>. You can see <jia>Jia</jia> relax slightly beside you, her tension easing as she watches <liya>Liya</liya> stay true to herself. <eve>Eve</eve> smiles smugly as <ethan>Ethan</ethan> praises her every move. You know this could be a turning point for both girls—Eve getting more recognition in the modeling scene, while <liya>Liya</liya>, although still stunning, might not get the same spotlight this time around. When the shoot wraps up, <eve>Eve</eve> stays close to <ethan>Ethan</ethan>, smiling and laughing as he casually flirts with her, telling her she’s got the “perfect look” for future projects. You catch a glimpse of his hand resting lightly on her lower back as they talk, <eve>Eve's</eve> body language showing she’s eating up the attention. <liya>Liya</liya>, meanwhile, heads toward you and <jia>Jia</jia>. <jia>Jia</jia> is quick to greet her, wrapping an arm around her waist with a proud smile. <<JiaTalk "You did amazing!">> As <liya>Liya</liya> goes to the changing room <jia>Jia</jia> comes close to you. <<JiaTalk "I saw you shaking your head $name. Thanks for that. I think it helped Liya see she didn’t need to go that far.">> <<JiaLove 1>> You nod back, knowing that <liya>Liya</liya> made her choice and that, despite the tension, she stayed true to herself. After <liya>Liya</liya> returns in her usual clothes she joins you. <<LiyaTalk "What do you think?">> <<JiaTalk "You were perfect. You didn’t need to undress to show how good you look in a dress... You stood your ground. I'm proud of you.">> <liya>Liya</liya> smiles softly, seeming relieved by <jia>Jia’s</jia> words. She glances at you, waiting for your input. <<MCTalk "You were amazing Liya. You made the right call.">> <liya>Liya</liya> nods, though you can see her eyes occasionally flick toward <eve>Eve</eve> and <ethan>Ethan</ethan>, who are still locked in conversation. The moment isn’t lost on her, but with <jia>Jia’s</jia> arm around her and your reassurance, she seems at peace with her decision. As the three of you leave <ethan>Ethan’s</ethan> villa, you can’t help but feel like this was a pivotal moment—not just for <liya>Liya</liya>, but for <eve>Eve</eve> too. <<link[[Leave the Club|City]]>><<set $photoquest to 6>><<set $p to 1>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $claraquest to 11>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 8>> You meet <liya>Liya’s</liya> eyes and give her a firm nod, urging her to go for it. She’s worked so hard to get this far, and deep down, you know this is what she wants. She needs to show <ethan>Ethan</ethan>—and herself—just how far she’s willing to push. <liya>Liya’s</liya> lips curl into a determined smile. Without missing a beat, she pulls the dress over her head, revealing her body in a matching white lingerie set! The room falls silent for a second as all eyes turn to her. She’s breathtaking. <ethan>Ethan’s</ethan> eyes light up, instantly captivated by <liya>Liya</liya>. He quickly grabs a sleek, white ottoman from the side of the room and gestures for her to take her place. His focus is now completely on <liya>Liya</liya>, as if Eve, standing off to the side, has faded into the background. <liya>Liya’s</liya> confidence is palpable as she walks to the ottoman with a sway in her hips, her lingerie hugging her curves in all the right places. She’s in her element now. <<EthanTalk "Alright, Liya, I want you on your knees. Let’s make you the star of this shoot.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Liya9.jpg" height=500></div> <liya>Liya</liya> gets onto the ottoman gracefully, settling on her knees with her back straight. She lifts one hand to her right breast, holding the fabric of her bra in place, while the other hand rests delicately on her thigh. She’s holding herself with elegance, but the sensuality is unmistakable. The camera begins to click, capturing her in this sultry pose. <ethan>Ethan</ethan> praises her between shots, his voice filled with approval. <<EthanTalk "Perfect. Hold that…just like that. Look at how incredible you look.">> [[Ethan directs Liya as his star model!|PhotoClub5][$p=9]] <<elseif $p eq 9>> <<EthanTalk "Lay on the seat. Good girl. Now, arch your back a bit more.">> His voice lower now, coaxing her into even more seductive poses. <liya>Liya</liya> complies, shifting into the pose like a pro. Her legs are bent in a triangle shape, while her hands return to her breasts, drawing attention to her figure. She tilts her head back and gazes upward, her expression soft and ethereal, like a sexy angel draped in white. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Liya10.jpg" height=500></div> <<EthanTalk "You look amazing. You have such a natural talent Liya, you were born for this.">> The camera flashes seem to blur into the background as <ethan>Ethan’s</ethan> voice becomes the only thing <liya>Liya</liya> can focus on. As the camera clicks away, you steal a glance at <jia>Jia</jia>. Her eyes are locked on <liya>Liya</liya>, wide with awe, her breath coming in shallow, uneven bursts. You can tell she’s aroused—there’s no denying the effect seeing her girlfriend like this is having on her—but it’s equally clear she’s conflicted. Her brows furrow slightly, her fingers nervously toying with the hem of her shirt. It’s like she’s caught between admiration and unease, unsure of how to feel as <liya>Liya</liya> becomes the center of attention in such a sensual way. When <liya>Liya</liya> turns to you, looking for reassurance, <jia>Jia</jia> remains still—entranced, but absent from the moment. Her confusion keeps her from reacting, leaving it up to you. <liya>Liya’s</liya> eyes flick between you both, waiting, hesitating for just a second. <<link[[Encourage her!|PhotoClub5]]>><<set $v4LiyaShoot to 2>><<set $p to 10>><</link>> <<link[[Don't encourage her!|PhotoClub5]]>><<set $v4LiyaShoot to 1>><<set $p to 11>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 10>> You meet <liya>Liya’s</liya> gaze and give her a slow, encouraging nod. She smiles in return, a mixture of nerves and excitement lighting her face. Her fingers lower the straps of her bra, exposing just a little more skin as she shifts into the next pose. <ethan>Ethan</ethan>, seeing her compliance, seizes the moment. <<EthanTalk "Perfect, just like that.">> He grabs the white ottoman again, directing her to sit, her legs spread slightly, her back arching so the curve of her body is on full display. <liya>Liya’s</liya> hands rest on her thighs, pushing her breasts forward just enough that the fabric of her bra slips, showing a tantalizing glimpse of her areola. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Liya11.jpg" height=600></div> The air in the room grows thick with arousal—<ethan>Ethan’s</ethan> camera is clicking rapidly, capturing every sensual angle, and you can feel the tension rising within you as well. <jia>Jia</jia> is flushed, her breath catching as she watches, clearly stirred by the sight of her girlfriend’s erotic performance. <liya>Liya’s</liya> expression is both confident and passive, fully immersed in the role <ethan>Ethan</ethan> is directing her into. <<EthanTalk "Perfect, Liya, now hold your panties just a bit.">> <ethan>Ethan</ethan> murmurs, positioning her with a subtle intensity in his voice. <liya>Liya’s</liya> fingers hook around the thin waistband, even though the bottom half of her butt is already exposed. Her slight grip on the panties doesn’t change much physically, but it makes the moment feel even more intimate. Her lips part slightly, and the look she gives the camera is pure sensuality, her gaze smoldering as she embodies the role <ethan>Ethan</ethan> wants. <<EthanTalk "Just like that… hold it…">> <ethan>Ethan’s</ethan> voice drops, barely above a whisper, as he snaps away, entirely captivated by <liya>Liya’s</liya> ability to follow his lead. Her eyes remain focused on the camera, sultry and powerful, while her body effortlessly holds the seductive pose, half-exposed yet completely in control of the tension in the room. Her parted lips, the slight tug of her panties, and the sheer confidence in her expression turn the shot into something far more than just another photo. It’s an unspoken performance, a balance of submission and allure, exactly what <ethan>Ethan</ethan> is pushing her toward. The camera clicks on, each flash freezing <liya>Liya</liya> in this sensual, magnetic moment that draws everyone in. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Liya12.jpg" height=600></div> When <ethan>Ethan</ethan> finally lowers the camera, there's a charged silence. <<EthanTalk "You were perfect, Liya. Just what we needed. You've got something special.">> [[The shoot ends.|PhotoClub5][$p=12]] <<elseif $p eq 11>> You meet <liya>Liya’s</liya> gaze and give her a subtle shake of the head. A firm but supportive gesture that tells her she doesn’t need to go further—she’s already proven enough. <liya>Liya</liya> blinks, then nods with newfound resolve. Her lips curve into a knowing smirk as she straightens her back. <<LiyaTalk "That’s enough. I’ve given plenty for the fashion brand and for you, Ethan. If they don’t see what I’m capable of from what we’ve already shot, then it’s their loss.">> Her voice filled with confidence and dominance as she stands up from the ottoman. <ethan>Ethan’s</ethan> eyes widen in mild surprise, but he nods, taken aback by <liya>Liya’s</liya> control of the moment. He raises his hands in surrender, flashing a smile. <<EthanTalk "Fair enough. You’ve definitely shown you’ve got what it takes.">> <liya>Liya’s</liya> confident stride off the ottoman, her commanding presence still radiating in the room, leaves everyone—including <jia>Jia</jia>, who finally exhales—a little stunned. It’s clear <liya>Liya</liya> used her sexuality for her own benefit. [[The shoot ends.|PhotoClub5][$p=12]] <<elseif $p eq 12>> <<if $v4LiyaShoot eq 1>> As soon as the shoot wraps, <liya>Liya’s</liya> energy feels different—empowered, confident, and fully in control. She strides over to where you and <jia>Jia</jia> are waiting, back in her regular clothes, her head held high. There’s no doubt in her expression now, just the radiant certainty of someone who set their own boundaries and stuck to them. <jia>Jia’s</jia> face lights up with relief the moment <liya>Liya</liya> reaches you. Without hesitation, she pulls <liya>Liya</liya> into a tight hug, the pride in her voice clear. <<JiaTalk "You were perfect, Liya. You didn’t let anyone push you further than you wanted.">> <<LiyaTalk "Yeah, I knew where to draw the line. I didn’t need to go all out to make a statement. I did enough. And that’s what matters.">> She pulls back slightly to look at both of you, her confidence radiating. You feel a wave of relief as well, knowing <liya>Liya</liya> stood her ground. <<MCTalk "You were amazing, Liya. The way you controlled the room, it was clear you knew exactly what you were doing.">> <<LiyaTalk "Thanks, you two. I feel good about how it went. I gave them just enough.">> As the three of you leave the villa, there’s an undeniable sense of accomplishment and unity. <liya>Liya</liya> proved something important today—not just to <ethan>Ethan</ethan> or the rest of the club, but to herself. You hope <liya>Liya</liya> will get the fashion brand modelling! <<link[[Leave the Club|City]]>><<set $photoquest to 6>><<set $p to 1>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $claraquest to 11>><</link>> <<elseif $v4LiyaShoot eq 2>> The energy in the room is still thick after the shoot. <ethan>Ethan</ethan> is packing up his equipment, but your eyes are on <liya>Liya</liya>, who is adjusting her lingerie with a calm but slightly distant expression. <jia>Jia</jia> stands beside you, visibly conflicted, her lips pressed into a thin line as she watches her girlfriend. There's concern in her eyes, but she hesitates to say anything that might cloud <liya>Liya’s</liya> sense of accomplishment. Once <liya>Liya</liya> finally comes over, back in her regular clothes, there’s an awkward moment of silence between the three of you. <liya>Liya’s</liya> usual spark feels slightly dimmed, like she’s still processing the intensity of the shoot. <<JiaTalk "You were… incredible, Liya. You really gave everything today.">> <jia>Jia’s</jia> voice is gentle but tinged with a hint of concern she can’t completely hide. <liya>Liya</liya> forces a smile, glancing between the two of you. <<LiyaTalk "Yeah, it felt... big. Like, I wanted to prove something, you know? Show Ethan I’m serious. Show everyone.">> <<JiaTalk "I just hope you’re okay with it. You don’t have to push yourself so hard to prove anything.">> <<LiyaTalk "Yeah, I know. But I think it was what I needed to do, you know? To get to the next level. I need to step up if I want to be an actual model. If I want to make money with my looks instead of spending my all day at an office.">> <<LiyaLove 1>> You nod in agreement, feeling that push-and-pull between ambition and concern. The three of you walk out of the villa together, the quiet tension lingering as you wonder where this journey will take <liya>Liya</liya> next. You are sure <liya>Liya</liya> will get the fashion brand modelling! <<link[[Leave the Club|City]]>><<set $photoquest to 6>><<set $p to 1>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $claraquest to 11>><</link>> <</if>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1 and $claradarius eq 0>> The living room feels warm and welcoming as you step inside. <clara>Clara</clara> has outdone herself, setting up the perfect cozy night. There’s the soft glow of fairy lights lining the windows, and the smell of pizza in the air. She’s already in her sweats, her usual confident demeanor softened by the chill atmosphere she’s created. Tonight, there's no hint of teasing or provocation; it’s just about the two of you, friends and roommates. <<ClaraTalk "After Darius' bullying you deserve a relaxing night $name. See tonight as my apology.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Clara14.jpg" height=400></div> She wraps a large fluffy blanket around the both of you as you settle in, the couch enveloping you in its cushions. You feel her arm lightly drape over your shoulder, but it’s more out of habit than anything else. It’s warm, not invasive. <clara>Clara's</clara> presence is comforting, more like the <clara>Clara</clara> you remember from before everything got complicated. <<ClaraTalk "I was thinking we could watch something a little lighter this time. No intense TV series, just a good, old-fashioned comedy. You deserve a break from... all of that.">> You are relieved and content with your long time friend acting as a friend. Without the bad influence of <darius>Darius</darius>, you think she doesn't act like a crazy cock addict... <<MCTalk "Sounds perfect. Thanks Clara.">> As the movie begins, you feel a surge of nostalgia. It’s a kids’ comedy you both adored when you were younger—one of those films with ridiculous slapstick humor, goofy characters, and silly catchphrases you used to repeat for days. You and <clara>Clara</clara> used to watch it over and over again during sleepovers, laughing until you cried. The kind of movie that still makes you smile just from the memories attached to it. The first joke lands, and without thinking, you and <clara>Clara</clara> both say the punchline at the same time, in sync. You glance at her, surprised, and she grins back at you, eyes sparkling like they used to. <<ClaraTalk "I can’t believe we still remember that.">> <<MCTalk "Some things never change, I guess.">> [[Watch the movie|Clara Night10][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 1 and $claradarius eq 1>> The living room has that same comfortable setup, but the atmosphere feels different tonight—thicker, more charged. <clara>Clara</clara> sits on the couch, legs casually draped over the armrest. The smell of her perfume mixing with the scent of the pizza she ordered. You settle onto the couch beside her, already feeling on edge. There’s a certain confidence in <clara>Clara</clara> tonight that makes you nervous, like she’s ready to push your buttons in ways you’re not prepared for. You try to focus on the TV instead, on the movie she picked out. It’s one of those raunchy college comedies—lots of sex jokes and wild parties, not exactly subtle. As the movie progresses, it becomes clear that the plot revolves around a black guy who effortlessly picks up two girls at a party, while his white dorm roommate stands on the sidelines, watching helplessly. The contrast is obvious. It’s impossible to ignore. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/TV/ClaraTV8.mp4"/></div> <<ClaraTalk "Well, that’s some luck, huh?">> You glance over at her, hoping she’ll stop there, but she doesn’t. The scene on screen shows one girl riding the black guy on the bed, grinding on him with exaggerated enthusiasm, while the other girl sits on his face, the two of them making out passionately. The creaking of the bed and the sounds of their pleasure fill the room, making your skin tingle with discomfort. <clara>Clara</clara> smirks, clearly enjoying the scene a little too much. <<Arousalincrease 40>><<Arousal>> [[Watch the movie|Clara Night10][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2 and $claradarius eq 0>> As the movie goes on, the two of you fall back into that old rhythm, laughing at the same jokes, quoting lines from memory, and enjoying the sense of familiarity and safety. There’s no mention of <darius>Darius</darius> or any of the tension from the past few weeks. It’s as if, for tonight, you’ve both stepped back in time, just two friends enjoying something that once brought you so much joy. At one point, <clara>Clara</clara> leans her head against your shoulder, not in a flirtatious or suggestive way, but in a way that speaks of trust and comfort. <<ClaraTalk "I missed this, I was too focused on other things for the first month of college. I forgot to be your friend and it’s nice to just... be us again.">> Her words catch you off guard. You turn to look at her, and for the first time in what feels like forever, <clara>Clara's</clara> eyes don’t carry that teasing glint. It’s just genuine affection—a reminder of the bond you shared before things got complicated. <<MCTalk "Yeah, me too. This is... good. I needed this.">> You mean it. The past few weeks have been a whirlwind, between <clara>Clara's</clara> relationship with <darius>Darius</darius>, the tension with <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, and your own struggles. Tonight, for a moment, it’s like all that doesn’t exist. Just you and <clara>Clara</clara>, as if no time had passed. The movie continues, and you let yourself sink into the couch, into the nostalgia. Every laugh brings you closer to forgetting the awkwardness of the past weeks. But then, as the credits start to roll, <clara>Clara</clara> breaks the comfortable silence with a question that makes your stomach twist. <<ClaraTalk "So... how are things with Jessica?">> The question hits you hard. You stiffen, feeling the warmth of the evening quickly turning into something else. Your mind flashes back to last night—the way your heart raced when you confessed your deepest fantasy to her. You try to find the right words, but they stick in your throat. <<MCTalk "Uh... things are good. I mean, we talked yesterday. Yeah...">> You swallow hard, shifting uncomfortably. <clara>Clara's</clara> gaze sharpens slightly, curious but not intrusive. You can’t lie to her, but you can’t tell her the truth either—not all of it, at least. Your thoughts race back to that confession—telling <jessica>Jessica</jessica> how the sight of her with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> turns you on, how you’ve fantasized about them together. <<MCTalk "Yeah, just... working through some stuff, you know?">> <clara>Clara</clara> raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t push further. Maybe she senses there’s more you’re not saying, or maybe she’s just respecting the unspoken line you’ve drawn between the two of you tonight. <<ClaraTalk "Well, I’m glad things are... working out. You’re lucky, $name. Jessica’s a catch.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamAlexandra5.jpg" height=500></div> <<Arousalincrease 50>><<Arousal>> There’s no teasing in her voice this time, but the words still sting in a way you can’t explain. You nod, forcing a smile, but your mind is already spiraling. As you both rise to head to your respective rooms, you can’t shake the thought of last night, how <jessica>Jessica</jessica> made you confess, the power she is starting hold over you. And then that photo... <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> thick, big black cock... <<ClaraTalk "Good night, $name.">> <<link[[Go to your bed|Gaming6]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $claraquest to 12>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 2 and $claradarius eq 1>> <<ClaraTalk "Now that’s hot. I bet Darius would love to try something like that. Two girls, both going at it with him… yeah, I could see that.">> Your heart skips a beat. <clara>Clara's</clara> voice is casual, like she’s talking about the weather, but the way she describes it—so vivid, so matter-of-fact—it makes you feel like an outsider to her world. You shift uncomfortably in your seat, trying to focus on the movie, but it’s impossible not to imagine what she’s suggesting. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DariusDaydream.jpg" height=400></div> <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> The image of <darius>Darius</darius> in that scenario flashes in your mind. Your stomach tightens at the thought, a weird mix of anxiety and arousal washing over you. With the steamy sex scene the movie ends with the black guy having the two girls and his white roommate getting nothing! <<ClaraTalk "You’re lucky though, $name. I mean, you’ve got Jessica. Not everyone gets that kind of luck, right?">> You nod awkwardly, feeling a strange sense of tension creeping into your chest. Her words linger in the air, making it hard to breathe. You think about <jessica>Jessica</jessica> again, about the things you told her last night—how you’d confessed that seeing her with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> turned you on, how you’d admitted to fantasizing about her with him. <<MCTalk "Yeah... I guess." >> <<ClaraTalk "So, how are things going with her? Everything... still good?">> <<MCTalk "Uh... yeah. Things are... fine. Anyway I have classes tomorrow." >> <<link[[Go to your bed|Gaming6]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $claraquest to 12>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> <<if $bbcinterest gte 18>> You lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, heart pounding and breath uneven. The night’s events swirl in your mind, but one thought eclipses all the others—<jessica>Jessica</jessica> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. Their images have become inescapable, filling your thoughts with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine. The more you try to suppress it, the more vivid it becomes. You can almost hear her soft moans, picture the way she’d gaze up at <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, her lips parting as she worships him. The sheer size of him, the dominance he exudes, and the way <jessica>Jessica</jessica> would look so small and delicate by comparison—all of it stirs something deep inside you. <mc><i>I shouldn’t be thinking this... but I can’t stop.</i></mc> Your hand trembles as you reach for your phone, unlocking it with shaky fingers. The urge to see something, anything, that mirrors the fantasy in your mind is too strong to resist. Quickly, you type into the search bar: “Zara worships Bargon, size difference.” The results flood the screen, and your heart races as you click on the first video. There she is—<jessica>Zara</jessica>, kneeling before <andre>Bargon</andre>, her lips pressed against the base of his enormous, dark cock. She looks so small, so submissive, her painted nails delicately tracing its veiny surface. The sight of her tongue trailing along its length sends a jolt through your body, your tiny cock twitching in your damp $panties, already soaked with precum. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Laptop/ZeldaHentai13.png" height=500></div> But it’s not just her—it’s <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. The fantasy overwhelms you. Her eager tongue, her lips parting to take <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>’s cock into her mouth, her moans echoing in your mind. You can almost see the way she’d arch her back, the way she’d submit to his sheer dominance without hesitation. <mc><i>She’d love it. She’d look so perfect doing it.</i></mc> You can’t stop yourself now. Your free hand slips down to your leaking cock, stroking through your panties as your mind races. <<else>> You lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, heart still pounding. <<if $claradarius eq 0>>Despite the warmth and nostalgia of the night with <clara>Clara</clara>,<<else>>After the steamy interracial sex scene you watched, your mind keeps circling back to one thing—<jessica>Jessica</jessica> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>.<</if>> the thought of them together lingers in your mind, feeding the tension building inside you. No matter how much you try to push it away, it won’t leave. You glance at your phone. Maybe you need something to take the edge off before you sleep. You unlock it, hands shaking slightly as you pull up your browser. As you cannot get the image of <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> licking <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> big black cock you need to see something similar. After a moment of hesitation, you type “Zara licks Bargon” into the search bar. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Laptop/ZeldaHentai13.png" height=500></div> The image loads, and there she is—<jessica>Zara</jessica>, kneeling before <andre>Bargon</andre>, her tongue trailing along the length of his enormous, thick cock. Her eyes are wide, rubbing <andre>Bargon's</andre> massive cock to her face as she licks it. You can’t stop imagining <jessica>Jessica</jessica> in her place, licking <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> the same way, eagerly submitting to him. Your breath hitches, and a wave of arousal hits you hard. Your tiny cock twitches in your $panties, already leaking precum as the image plays out in your head. Every detail is sharp—the size difference, the way <jessica>Zara</jessica> worships <andre>Bargon</andre> without hesitation. You scroll through the images, heart racing faster now, your fingers trembling.<</if>> <<Arousalincrease 40>><<Arousal>> [[Another image catches your attention!|Gaming6][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> <<if $bbcinterest gte 18>> The scene changes—this time, it’s <mc>Zink</mc>. Your childhood hero kneeling before <andre>Bargon</andre>, his feminine body trembling as he presses his face against the thick shaft. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Laptop/ZeldaHentai14.png" height=500></div> The resemblance is uncanny—<mc>Zink</mc> looks so much like you, with his soft features, painted nails, and slender frame. His lips stretch as he takes <andre>Bargon’s</andre> cock into his mouth, his eyes wide with submission and need. The sight sends your arousal skyrocketing, your strokes growing frantic as you imagine yourself in <mc>Zink’s</mc> place. <mc><i>That could be me. That should be me.</i></mc> The thought is too much. Your small cock pulses, a weak spurt of cum soaking through your panties as you let out a soft, desperate whimper. The orgasm is overwhelming, leaving your body trembling and your breath ragged. Even as the waves of pleasure subside, the images remain vivid in your mind. You picture <jessica>Jessica</jessica> with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, her body pressed against his, her moans filling the air. <<else>> But then, something catches your eye—another image. This time, it’s not <jessica>Zara</jessica> on her knees, but Zink. The blonde hero, so small, so delicate, kneeling in front of <andre>Bargon's</andre> towering form. <mc>Zink's</mc> lips part as he licks <andre>Bargon's</andre> dark, veiny member. <mc>Zink</mc>, your childhood hero—the one who always stood strong—now reduced to submission. Rubbing the villian's huge cock to his face, holding it with his painted nails. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Laptop/ZeldaHentai14.png" height=500></div> The sight of it—<mc>Zink</mc>, looking so much like you with his femboy body, tongue licking <andre>Bargon's</andre> thick cock—is too much. You can almost feel it, feel what <mc>Zink</mc> is feeling, the weight of <andre>Bargon's</andre> dominance pressing down on you, just as <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> presence presses down on you in real life. Your tiny cock pulses, leaking more now as the images burn themselves into your brain. You try to hold back, but it’s impossible. The thought of yourself in <mc>Zink's</mc> place, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, overwhelms you. A soft, desperate moan escapes your lips, and with that, you come—hard, your tiny cock spurting out a weak, trembling orgasm that leaves you panting and flushed. The arousal slowly fades, but the images stay, lingering in your mind as sleep pulls you under. Your last thought before drifting off is of <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>—her, always with him; you, always beneath them. <</if>> <<link[[Prepare to Sleep.|My Room]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $arousal to 0>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>><<set $sidemenu to 1>> You quickly change into your gym outfit in the locker room. In your leggings and crop top, paired with your longer hair, you’re starting to look exactly like a girl in the mirror! The feeling of your own reflection staring back at you from the mirrored walls excites you. You head toward the squat rack, focused on your workout. The weight feels heavy, but you’ve gotten stronger these past few weeks, and your form is better than ever. The leggings hug every curve, showing off your progress—the bubble butt you’ve worked hard for and the smooth, toned legs that seem more feminine with every session. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/MCGym13.jpg" height=600></div> As you load up the bar and settle into a deep squat, you catch a glimpse of someone moving nearby, <lily>Lily</lily>, your yoga instructor. At first, you assume she’s just passing by, but she stops, her gaze lingering on you longer than expected. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/Lily2.jpg" height=600></div> <<LilyTalk "Hey, do you need a spotter?">> <<MCTalk "Sure, thanks.">> <<LilyTalk "That’s a lot of weight. You’ve got great form for such a slender body.">> You feel a warmth in your chest at her compliment, pushing through another rep as her encouragement fuels you. After you finish the set, you stand up, catching your breath. Lily smiles, clearly impressed. <<LilyTalk "Wait, aren’t you in my yoga class? Wow, $name right? I didn’t recognize you at first, but you look... amazing. Long hair suits you.">> <mc><i>She thought I was a woman... before she recognized me.</i></mc> <<MCTalk "Yeah, that’s me. I guess I look better with long hair huh?">> <<LilyTalk "Definitely! Keep doing what you’re doing—you’re killing it.">> <<link[[You are really happy.|Gym10]]>><<set $gym10choice to 1>><<set $p to 2>><</link>> <<link[[You are reluctant yet pleased.|Gym10]]>><<set $gym10choice to 2>><<set $p to 2>><</link>> <<link[[You are playful for being flattered.|Gym10]]>><<set $gym10choice to 3>><<set $p to 2>><</link>> <<link[[You are curious and reflective.|Gym10]]>><<set $gym10choice to 4>><<set $p to 2>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 2>> <<MCTalk "Yeah, that’s me. I guess I look better with long hair huh?">> <<LilyTalk "Definitely! Keep doing what you’re doing—you’re killing it.">> <<if $gym10choice eq 1>> As <lily>Lily</lily> walks away, a surge of excitement and pride fills you. You glance back at the mirror, adjusting your hair and admiring the reflection staring back at you. <mc><i>This feels so right. I love this. I love how I look, and I love that people are noticing!</i></mc> The warmth of her compliment stays with you through the rest of your workout, your movements feeling lighter, more confident. You finish your sets with renewed energy, smiling to yourself as you head to the showers. <<elseif $gym10choice eq 2>> As <lily>Lily</lily> walks away, you catch a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror. The sight sends a flicker of unease through you, but it’s quickly overtaken by a feeling of pride. <mc><i>It’s strange… but it feels good. I didn’t expect to enjoy this so much, but I can’t deny it anymore.</i></mc> You shake your head, trying to focus on your workout, but the thought lingers. By the time you finish your sets, the mix of nervousness and excitement has settled into something more comfortable. You go and hit the showers. <<elseif $gym10choice eq 3>> You strike a mock pose in the mirror, tossing your hair over your shoulder with a playful grin. <mc><i>Did she really think I was a woman? That’s kind of hilarious… But I look good...</i></mc> The thought keeps you smiling through the rest of your workout. It’s hard to focus with the giddy energy bubbling inside you, but you wouldn’t trade it for anything. You go and hit the showers. <<elseif $gym10choice eq 4>> As <lily>Lily</lily> walks away, her words echo in your mind. You glance back at the mirror, studying your reflection more carefully. <mc><i>She thought I was a woman. Is this what I want? Am I… changing into someone new? Nah...</i></mc> The questions make your chest tighten, but they also stir something deeper—an awareness you can’t ignore. You push through the rest of your workout, your thoughts turning over the moment again and again. As you are done with your workout, you go and hit the showers. <</if>> As you’re drying off and about to head out, your phone buzzes with a text. <<link[[Check your phone.|AlexandraMeet3]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $sidemenu to 0>><<set $gymquest to 11>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> Text is from <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. Her name alone sends a shiver down your spine, and when you see the words inviting you to her penthouse, your mind starts racing. You know this isn’t just any casual visit, not after that selfie. You quickly find a taxi and go to her place. As you step into <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> luxurious penthouse, you’re immediately hit with the scent of her expensive perfume—sweet, yet intoxicating. The soft lighting casts a warm glow over the room, and everything feels carefully curated, just like her. Your pulse quickens as you hear the gentle hum of the door closing behind you. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> stands at the far end of the room, looking out over the city skyline. She turns slowly, her eyes locking onto yours, a smirk already playing on her lips. Her dress—tight, black latex—shines under the dim lights, hugging every curve of her body and plunging low enough to give you a full view of her ample cleavage. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra16.jpg" height=600></div> <<Arousalincrease 10>><<Arousal>> <<AlexandraTalk "Had a good time at the gym? Pumping those little weights, hmm? Jessica and I had a talk, I learned your schedule.">> <<MCTalk "Uhmm, yeah did some weights today...">> <<AlexandraTalk "Well, it shows. You’re looking… different tonight. Did you grow your hair out? It’s pretty. I think you’d look even better with a bit of makeup, don’t you think? A touch of mascara… maybe some gloss on those lips?">> Her hand reaches up, fingers brushing lightly through your locks, sending a shiver down your spine. She steps back to admire you, her eyes gleaming with amusement and something else—something darker. You try to swallow the lump forming in your throat, unsure how to respond, but she doesn’t give you time to think. <<AlexandraTalk "Come on, don’t be shy. You look excellent with a full face of makeup, like a pretty doll. Like the perfect sissy.">> Her words make your heart race, the praise both thrilling and confusing. <mc><i>Sissy?</i></mc> <<link[[You’re confused by the word but can’t seem to resist.|AlexandraMeet3]]>><<set $p to 2>><<set $alexandrameet3firstchoice to 1>><</link>> <<link[[Her words embarrass you, but you secretly crave her approval.|AlexandraMeet3]]>><<set $p to 2>><<set $alexandrameet3firstchoice to 2>><</link>> <<link[[You feel deeply aroused despite the conflict in your heart.|AlexandraMeet3]]>><<set $p to 2>><<set $alexandrameet3firstchoice to 3>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 2>> <<if $alexandrameet3firstchoice eq 1>> <mc><i>"Sissy? What does she see in me to say that? I don’t understand, but… her voice is so calming, so certain. I should push back, but I can’t."</i></mc> Outwardly, you nod meekly, unable to summon any protest. <<AlexandraTalk "See? It’s not so hard to accept, is it? The truth always feels better when you stop fighting it. You’ll be perfect with just a little more polish.">> Her fingers trace down your jawline, her smirk deepening as she watches your internal struggle. <<elseif $alexandrameet3firstchoice eq 2>> <mc><i>"Why does it make me feel like this? I should be humiliated, but instead, it feels like she knows something about me that I don’t."</i></mc> Your cheeks flush, and you glance down, unable to meet her piercing gaze. <<AlexandraTalk "Oh, look at you blushing already. It’s adorable, really. You can’t even hide how much you like hearing it, can you?">> <<elseif $alexandrameet3firstchoice eq 3>> <mc><i>"Why does this word feel so good coming from her? I should hate this, but her confidence, her power—it’s like I want her to mold me, to shape me."</i></mc> Your breathing quickens, and you nod slightly, helpless against her intoxicating aura. <<AlexandraTalk "There’s no need to fight it, darling. You’re exactly what I see.">> Her eyes gleam as she steps back, admiring you like an artist envisioning their next creation. <</if>> You stammer, unsure how to respond. The compliment feels almost too intimate, but you crave more. She steps closer, brushing a hand lightly through your long hair, her fingers grazing your neck. <<AlexandraTalk "You’d make a perfect sissy, you know? So delicate, so feminine. You could even work in my VIP club, make tons of money with your cute body. But I don't think you are ready for it... ">> She leans in close, her voice dropping to a whisper, her words send a shudder through you, and you feel her breath against your neck. Her hand finds its way to your butt as it gives you a delicate pinch. Without missing a beat, she pulls back and eyes you curiously. <<AlexandraTalk "You’ve been working out for a while, haven’t you? It shows. But you still have that softness, that... delicate touch. Speaking of soft, how are things with Jessica? Have you been keeping her satisfied, $name?">> Her question sounds innocent and concerned yet her smile says otherwise. The question catches you off guard, your mind racing for an answer. <<MCTalk "Y-yeah, I mean… we’re good.">> <<AlexandraTalk "Come now, be honest. Has she ever... come with you inside her? With that tiny little thing of yours?">> Her eyebrow arches slightly, her tone is dripping with condescension, each word probing deeper than you’re ready for. Your face flushes as you try to respond. <<MCTalk "Once... But she was already about to... I mean, she was going to orgasm anyway.">> <<AlexandraTalk "Ah, so it didn’t really make her cum, did it? She was already on the edge. It wasn’t your… little friend that pushed her over.">> <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> smile widens as she responds, a look of wicked satisfaction spreading across her face. You try to find your footing, but her words sink deeper into your mind, making you feel smaller by the second. <<MCTalk "I—no, I… guess not.">> <<AlexandraTalk "Mmm, I thought so. It’s not your fault, really. Like how I explained before. Some things just… can’t be helped...">> You feel a wave of desperation wash over you, a deep need for validation bubbling to the surface. Despite how small she makes you feel, a part of you yearns for her approval, for any sign that you’ve done something right. <<MCTalk "I… I made Jess climax though! I-I made her cum by… eating her out. Like you thought me Ma'am.">> <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> smirk grows as you stammer, trying to find some way to redeem yourself in her eyes. The tension between you is palpable, each second dragging out like an eternity as she looks you up and down. <<AlexandraTalk "Mmm, is that so? Well, aren’t you just a good little sissy, eager to please?">> Her fingers trailing across your jawline. The soft, teasing touch sends a jolt through your body, both terrifying and exciting. Her eyes gleam with amusement, but there’s an undercurrent of something much more dominant lurking beneath. Her hand cups your chin, tilting your face up so that you’re forced to meet her gaze. <<AlexandraTalk "You’ve learned well. I’m sure Jessica enjoyed that. But we both know it’s not enough, don’t we?">> You nod, feeling a mix of shame and arousal building in your chest. The way she talks to you, the way she knows exactly what buttons to push—it makes your heart race. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> continues, releasing your chin and pacing around you slowly, like a predator circling its prey. <<AlexandraTalk "You see, making her come with your mouth is cute. Admirable, even. But do you think that’s really what she needs? What she dreams about? Did she imagine this when she started to date a man?">> You swallow hard, unsure how to respond. Every word she says cuts through your defenses, leaving you vulnerable, exposed. You want to please her but you know she’s right. <<MCTalk "I-I'm trying Ma'am.">> <<AlexandraTalk "Of course, you are trying darling. But trying isn’t the same as satisfying her, is it?">> She lets her words hang in the air for a moment. Her gaze locked onto yours as you nod submissively, and then she slowly steps back. <<AlexandraTalk "Come on darling, let’s go to my bedroom. I think it’s time for some additional guidance.">> <<link[[Silently follow her to the bedroom.|AlexandraMeet3]]>><<set $p to 3>><<set $alexandrameet3secondchoice to 1>><</link>> <<link[[You hesitate for a second.|AlexandraMeet3]]>><<set $p to 3>><<set $alexandrameet3secondchoice to 2>><</link>> <<link[[Nervously ask what she plans to do.|AlexandraMeet3]]>><<set $p to 3>><<set $alexandrameet3secondchoice to 3>><</link>> <<link[[You stay silent, cheeks burning as you imagine yourself with her tonight.|AlexandraMeet3]]>><<set $p to 3>><<set $alexandrameet3secondchoice to 4>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 3>> <<if $alexandrameet3secondchoice eq 1>> You follow her wordlessly, your legs moving as though they have a mind of their own. Each step feels heavier, weighed down by the sheer force of her presence. The soft rhythm of her heels tapping against the floor echoes in your ears like a drumbeat, pulling you deeper into her world with every sound. Your mind spins with possibilities. You can’t look at her directly, afraid that one glance at the sway of her hips or the knowing curve of her lips might shatter whatever remains of your composure. <mc><i>What does she mean by "guidance"? What does she plan to do to me in there?</i></mc> The thought tightens something in your chest, a mix of anxious dread and thrilling excitement you can’t shake. You nod to yourself, resolute yet trembling. You trust her—or, at least, you can’t resist her. The idea of disappointing her, of not going through with this, feels worse than the fear bubbling inside you. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> glances over her shoulder, a sly smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. She knows exactly what’s going through your head. <<AlexandraTalk "Good boy.">> That praise, so casual yet deliberate, cuts through you like a hot blade. Your chest feels tight, your heart pounding in your ears as her words sink in. She sees you, knows you. And you can’t help but crave more. You barely notice as she leads you down the hallway, her presence filling the space so completely that it feels smaller, more intimate. <<elseif $alexandrameet3secondchoice eq 2>> You stop just short of following her, your feet glued to the floor as your heart races. A swirl of conflicting emotions churns inside you—fear, anticipation, confusion. A voice in your head tells you this is too much, that you should turn back, but another part of you… a softer, quieter part… longs to go wherever she leads. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> notices immediately, of course. She stops, turning on her heel with slow, deliberate grace. Her eyes, sharp and amused, lock onto yours as though she’s peering into your soul. <<AlexandraTalk "Hesitating? Darling, don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet.">> You open your mouth, stammering for an answer, but no words come. She tilts her head slightly, her smirk deepening. <<AlexandraTalk "Don’t be shy, you’ve come this far. Or do you need me to take your hand and guide you?">> Your face flushes. It’s like she’s daring you to resist, to deny her control. Her presence is overwhelming, pressing down on you in a way that makes escape feel impossible. You swallow hard, your voice trembling as you force yourself to speak. <<MCTalk "N-no, Ma’am. I’m… I’m coming.">> Her satisfied smile feels like a reward in itself. <<AlexandraTalk "That’s better. Trust me, darling—you’ll thank me for this.">> You feel like a puppet on strings as you finally follow, her aura pulling you along effortlessly. <<elseif $alexandrameet3secondchoice eq 3>> Your voice slips out before you can stop it, thin and trembling with uncertainty. <<MCTalk "W-what kind of… guidance, Ma’am?">> The question hangs awkwardly in the air. For a second, you regret even opening your mouth, but Alexandra doesn’t look annoyed. If anything, she looks even more amused. Her eyes glint as she turns to face you, a slow smile spreading across her lips. <<AlexandraTalk "Oh, curious, are we? Or are you just scared?">> You flinch slightly under her gaze, cheeks burning. <<MCTalk "N-no, I just—">> She raises a finger, silencing you without saying a word. That tiny gesture alone reminds you of your place, of her control. <<AlexandraTalk "Relax, darling. Do you think I’d do anything to hurt you? Hmm?">> She says softly, her tone almost soothing despite the edge of dominance in her voice. You shake your head quickly. <<MCTalk "N-no, of course not.">> Her smirk widens. <<AlexandraTalk "Then trust me. Besides, where’s the fun in me telling you everything now? Anticipation is half the pleasure, don’t you think?">> She reaches out, fingers brushing your jawline lightly—teasingly. You don’t know how to respond. The words twist inside you, both calming and thrilling in ways you can’t explain. She’s right—of course she’s right. <<AlexandraTalk "Just be a good boy and come along. I promise it’ll be worth it.">> Your heart pounds as you nod quickly, falling into step behind her. Every nerve in your body feels alive, strung tight with a mix of curiosity and dread. <<elseif $alexandrameet3secondchoice eq 4>> You follow her, heart pounding, part of you excited by the idea of what could happen, even though a gnawing sense of doubt lingers. You’ve been here before with <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>—her teasing, her dominance—but tonight feels different, heavier. Your heart skips a beat. <mc><i>Her bedroom? Will she make me eat her pussy?</i></mc> You can’t help but wonder if this is finally the moment where things between you and <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> will get… intimate. The thought sends your mind racing. For just a second, you imagine her pulling you close, the touch of her lips, the feel of her curves pressed against you. The heat in your face is unmistakable, and you desperately try to suppress it, but you’re sure she can see it. She notices, of course. Her gaze sharpens, and a knowing smile spreads across her lips. <<AlexandraTalk "Oh? And what’s got you all flustered, darling? Don’t tell me you’re imagining what might happen tonight?">> You look away, but her laugh is low and teasing, sending shivers down your spine. <<AlexandraTalk "Adorable. I don’t even need to know what you’re thinking. Just keep that pretty blush—it suits you perfectly.">> <</if>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra Bedroom.jpg"></div> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> opens the door to her lavish bedroom, a space that feels more like a private sanctuary than just a place to sleep. Candles flicker on the nightstands, casting soft shadows across the room, and the bed is draped with rich, velvet sheets. You can’t help but feel out of place here, as if you’re trespassing in a world meant for someone far more powerful, far more deserving. She moves to a dresser, her movements deliberate and controlled, before pulling out two dildos. One is massive, thick, and black, its size almost intimidating. The other is noticeably smaller, white, and far less impressive. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> turns to you, holding them both up, her expression a mix of amusement and wicked delight. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/AlexandraDildo.jpg" height=600></div> <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> <<AlexandraTalk "Look at these. This white one here is what you might call… generous for your little size. But you know, I couldn’t find anything smaller. They just don’t make them… because women don’t buy them.">> Your face burns as she continues, holding up the much larger black dildo. She brings the two dildos close to each other for comparison, her eyes gleaming with amusement. <<AlexandraTalk "Now, this… this is something a woman craves. See the difference? Even this smaller one is still bigger than your little one, $name. And trust me—bigger is always better.">> Your mouth goes dry, your face flushing with a mix of humiliation and desire. The momentary hope you had of something sexual happening between you and Alexandra crumbles into something else entirely—another lesson in how small and inadequate she wants you to feel. <<AlexandraTalk "And yet, even this isn’t as big as Andre. You’ve seen the picture, I'm sure you jerked your little one to it.">> Her voice is teasing, but beneath it, there’s a cruel edge that sends a shiver down your spine. She waits for you to respond, watching as the reality of the situation sinks in deeper. <<AlexandraTalk "Come on now darling. I know you came looking at Andre's cock. Just admit it.">> <<link[[Fully admit it!|AlexandraMeet3]]>><<set $p to 4>><<set $alexandrameet3thirdchoice to 1>><</link>> <<link[[You are reluctant.|AlexandraMeet3]]>><<set $p to 4>><<set $alexandrameet3thirdchoice to 2>><</link>> <<link[[You try to deny...|AlexandraMeet3]]>><<set $p to 4>><<set $alexandrameet3thirdchoice to 3>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 4>> <<if $alexandrameet3thirdchoice eq 1>> <<if $bbcinterest lte 16>> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> watches your face, reading every flicker of shame and arousal like an open book. You try to look anywhere but at her, but the massive black dildo looms between you both, impossible to ignore. The words spill out of you before you can stop them, your voice a strained whisper. <<MCTalk "I… I can’t stop thinking about it, Ma’am. Mr. Brown… he’s just so much bigger than me. So much bigger.">> You steal a glance up at her, but her expression doesn’t soften; if anything, the wicked gleam in her eyes intensifies. <<MCTalk "I came all over myself, Ma’am. I couldn’t stop.">> <<Arousalincrease 40>><<Arousal>> Her smirk widens as she steps closer, the air between you thick with tension. <<AlexandraTalk "Of course you did, darling. That’s what happens when boys like you see a real man. It’s natural. That’s the truth you’re finally admitting to yourself.">> Her words sink deep, each syllable fanning the flames of your humiliation—and arousal. She raises the massive black dildo again, brushing it against your chest, letting you feel its weight and presence. <<AlexandraTalk "This is what real men are, $name. It’s not just about size—it’s about power. And you know Jessica craves it, don’t you? You crave it too, in your little way.">> Your tiny erection throbs at her words, utterly betrayed by your body as you stare helplessly at the symbol of everything you’re not. <<elseif $bbcinterest gt 16>> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> watches your face carefully, her smirk lingering as though she’s savoring every moment. You try to avoid her gaze, your heart racing, but the massive black dildo she holds is impossible to ignore. It looms between you, commanding your attention. The silence stretches out, suffocating, until you feel like you might burst. Your voice comes out small, almost unsteady. <<MCTalk "I… I couldn’t help it, Ma’am.">> You admit, shame pooling in your stomach as the words tumble free. <<MCTalk "When you sent that picture of Mr. Brown… it was just so huge. I-I tried not to think about it, but I couldn’t stop myself.">> Her expression sharpens with interest, her smile curling into something deeper—something knowing. <<MCTalk "His size… I just couldn’t stop imagining it. I… I came all over myself, Ma’am. Just from looking at it.">> <<Arousalincrease 40>><<Arousal>> The admission feels like a dam breaking, your cheeks burning hotter as the tension hangs heavy between you both. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> takes a deliberate step closer, her perfume filling your senses, and you feel the black dildo brush lightly against your chest—its smooth weight sending a shiver down your spine. <<AlexandraTalk "Mmm, of course you did, darling. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. When boys like you see something like that, it’s… overwhelming. Natural, even.">> Her voice is silky, with a teasing edge that makes your legs feel unsteady. The way she holds the black dildo—so effortlessly, like a symbol of control—draws your eyes back to it, no matter how much you try to resist. <<AlexandraTalk "It’s not just the size, though, is it? It’s what it represents—something powerful, something you can’t ignore. And you know Jessica can’t ignore it either, don’t you?">> Her words strike something deep within you, sending a mix of humiliation and arousal swirling in your chest. You swallow hard, every part of you betraying how much this moment affects you. <<AlexandraTalk "You don’t need to fight it, $name. Some things are just… bigger than you can handle. And that’s okay.">> Her eyes lock onto yours, and you feel yourself unraveling under the weight of her words, her presence, and the unavoidable truth she’s laying bare. <</if>> <<elseif $alexandrameet3thirdchoice eq 2>> You try to fight the confession, clenching your fists as you search for the words to resist her, but Alexandra’s presence makes it impossible. She steps closer, her tone unexpectedly soft but no less dominant. <<AlexandraTalk "You don’t have to hide it, darling. I’m not upset with you. It’s natural to feel this way when you see something so… impressive.">> You blink up at her, startled by her almost nurturing tone. The massive black dildo in her hand feels larger than life as it hovers between you both, but Alexandra’s smile isn’t mocking—it’s knowing. She tilts her head slightly, as if she’s coaxing you to open up. <<MCTalk "Ma’am, I… I didn’t mean to... I just… when I saw it, when you sent that picture of Mr. Brown… I couldn’t help myself. It’s so big.">> The admission hangs in the air, and instead of teasing you immediately, Alexandra lets it settle. She brushes her manicured fingers down your arm, her touch sending shivers through you. <<AlexandraTalk "See? That wasn’t so hard, was it? Boys like you can’t help but be affected by real men. It’s not your fault—you were never meant to measure up.">> Her words are gentle, almost comforting, yet each one cuts through your pride. Your mind spins as she lifts the dildo again, the sheer size of it filling your vision. <<AlexandraTalk "You’re starting to understand now, aren’t you? What a man like Mr. Brown is… and what you’re not.">> Her tone carries no cruelty, just an undeniable truth that you’re powerless to refute. You swallow hard, your cock twitching at her words despite your humiliation. <<elseif $alexandrameet3thirdchoice eq 3>> You shake your head weakly, trying to cling to the last shreds of resistance as Alexandra watches you with that all-knowing smirk. <<MCTalk "N-No… I didn’t—">> You start, your voice trembling, but Alexandra cuts you off with a soft, amused laugh. Her eyes drift pointedly downward, and you freeze. The lump in your throat grows, and you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to fight back the shame. <<AlexandraTalk "No? Oh, darling, don’t waste my time. I know you. You can’t lie to me—not when your little one is already giving you away.">> Her words sting, and you feel a lump form in your throat. The image of <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> massive cock flashes through your mind again—the one she sent you, the one you couldn’t stop staring at. You squeeze your eyes shut, the confession dragging itself out of you like it’s being ripped from your chest. <<MCTalk "I… I didn’t want to, Ma’am. I saw it, and… I couldn’t help it. It’s so… huge. I came without meaning to.">> <<AlexandraTalk "Oh, poor thing. You really tried to resist, didn’t you? But you can’t lie to yourself forever. A real man like Mr. Brown—it’s natural for you to feel small next to him.">> Her words wrap around you, inescapable, as she holds up the massive black dildo for emphasis. <<AlexandraTalk "This… this is what you were thinking about, wasn’t it? How it must feel for Jessica. How you’ll never compare.">> You swallow hard, shame washing over you in waves as you finally meet her gaze. There’s no use denying it anymore—not to her, not to yourself. Alexandra’s smirk deepens, and she leans in just enough for her perfume to overwhelm you, her voice soft but sharp. <<AlexandraTalk "It’s good you’re admitting it. Acceptance is the first step, $name. You’re starting to learn your place.">> Your cock twitches uncontrollably at her words, a traitorous reaction that she doesn’t miss. <</if>> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AW/AlexandraDildo.mp4"/></div> Your mind races, every word cutting deeper. A part of you wants to deny it, to tell her she's wrong, but the image of <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> massive size, the way <jessica>Jessica</jessica> acts around him, your last talk with her... it’s all too clear. You swallow hard, unable to speak... She tosses the small white dildo across the room with a casual flick of her wrist. <<AlexandraTalk "This? It’s useless. Just like your tiny thing.">> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AW/AlexandraDildo2.mp4"/></div> <<Arousalincrease 30>><<Arousal>> As <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> tosses the small white dildo aside, her eyes lock onto yours with that familiar mix of teasing cruelty and predatory control. The discarded toy clatters on the floor, forgotten and insignificant—just like how she makes your little one feel. Her attention shifts entirely to the large black dildo, now the focal point of her dominance over you. She holds it up between you, her lips curling into a smirk as she sees the weight of your humiliation settle in. The black dildo gleams under the dim candlelight, casting shadows across the room. It’s impossibly large, intimidating, and undeniably arousing. You can’t help but stare at it, the size difference almost cartoonish compared to what you know about yourself. Every nerve in your body feels alive, as if you’re teetering on the edge of something profound, something inescapable. <<AlexandraTalk "Look at it! This is what real women need. What Jessica craves. And what you… will never be able to give her.">> Her words slice through you, but there’s something in the way she speaks that stirs a different feeling—one of acceptance, of inevitability. You’ve always known deep down that you could never satisfy <jessica>Jessica</jessica> the way <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> could, the way real men can. Your mouth goes dry, your breath catching in your throat as she brushes the massive dildo against your chest. The weight of it presses into you, a constant reminder of your inadequacy. You’re rock hard—just like she predicted. Your tiny erection is straining against your panties, throbbing in anticipation, even though you know it’s nothing compared to what she’s holding. <<AlexandraTalk "I'm sure your little one is rock hard now. It doesn’t take much for that little thing, does it?">> You flush with embarrassment, but you can’t deny the arousal building inside you. Her words, her dominance, the way she’s playing with your emotions—it’s all too much. You feel so small, so powerless, and yet… you want more. [[Alexandra commands you!|AlexandraMeet3][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> <<AlexandraTalk "Take it out, now.">> Your hands tremble as you fumble with your pants, pulling them down just enough to reveal your tiny erection. It stands there, pathetically small, and the moment it’s exposed to her gaze, you feel the overwhelming shame wash over you. But <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> doesn’t laugh. She doesn’t mock you. Instead, she looks at you with an expression of amused satisfaction. <<AlexandraTalk "So tiny. So cute.">> She licks her lips, her eyes flicking between your face and your small, hard member. Slowly, she lifts the black dildo to her lips, giving it a long, sensual lick, her eyes never leaving yours. The sight of her licking the massive toy sends a shiver down your spine, and you can’t help but twitch in arousal, your tiny cock throbbing with need. <<AlexandraTalk "Go on, touch yourself. You are allowed to use just two fingers. That’s all you need, isn’t it?">> Your heart races as you hesitantly reach down, wrapping just two fingers around your small erection. The sensation is both humiliating and electrifying. You can feel the warmth of your own skin, the way your tiny member pulses under your touch, and yet it feels so inadequate, so… small. <<AlexandraTalk "Stroke it for me, darling. Show me how long you can last with that little thing.">> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> watches you intently, her eyes gleaming with control. She grips the dildo with one hand, her tongue swirling around its thick, black shaft as she mirrors you with her other hand. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AW/AlexandraDildo3.mp4"/></div> <<Arousalincrease 50>><<Arousal>> You moan softly, your fingers moving faster now, your small cock twitching with need. The way she talks to you, the way she teases you—it’s too much. You can feel your orgasm building, shame and arousal mixing into one overwhelming sensation. <<AlexandraTalk "Look at you, jerking your little cock while I lick something that could actually satisfy a woman. This is your place, isn’t it? Stroking that tiny thing while real men take care of the women.">> You nod, gasping for breath as your body tenses. Your fingers move frantically, and before you can even process what’s happening, your climax hits you. It’s quick, embarrassingly so. Your small cock spasms in your hand, and you cum with a soft whimper, the pathetic amount of fluid barely dribbling out onto your fingers. [[You just came in front of Alexandra as she humiliated your 'little one'!|AlexandraMeet3][$p=6]] <<elseif $p eq 6>><<set $arousal to 0>> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> smirks as she watches you, her dominance palpable. She doesn’t laugh, though. She doesn’t mock. Instead, she steps closer, her hand gently stroking your hair as you stand there, breathless and humiliated. <<AlexandraTalk "There you go, darling. That wasn’t so hard, was it?">> You shake your head, your body trembling from the intensity of your emotions. Despite the humiliation, despite the shame, there’s something almost comforting about the way she’s treating you. Like this is your place. Like this is what you were meant for. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> cups your cheek, her fingers gentle yet firm. <<AlexandraTalk "I’m just trying to help you, $name. I want you to be happy. And the only way for that to happen is if you accept your place in the world. You don’t have to compete with men like Mr. Brown. You don’t have to try to be something you’re not. You can be exactly who you are—a sissy, a submissive, someone who gets off on being small and feminine.">> <<link[[Nod and accept.|AlexandraMeet3]]>><<set $v04Alexandra_resist to 0>><<set $p to 7>><</link>> <<link[[Resist! Your mama raised a boy!|AlexandraMeet3]]>><<set $v04Alexandra_resist to 1>><<set $p to 7>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 7>> <<if $v04Alexandra_resist eq 1>> Her words hit you hard, sending a jolt through your chest, and for a moment, something in you tries to resist. A voice buried deep inside struggles to hold on to the identity you’ve known your whole life. Your voice trembles as you whisper. <<MCTalk "But… I was raised a man…">> <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> smirk widens, her eyes gleaming with a wicked amusement. She takes a step back, eyeing you with a deliberate slowness. <<AlexandraTalk "Well then, darling, let’s see how much of a man you really are. I need you to undress, fully!">> Your heart races as you obey, your fingers fumbling with the fabric. Slowly, you remove your top, feeling exposed and vulnerable under her intense gaze. The cool air of the room brushes against your bare skin, but it’s <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> eyes on you that make you feel truly naked. Without saying a word, she reaches into the dresser again and pulls out her phone. She scrolls for a moment before turning the screen toward you. It’s a photo of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>—completely nude. The image is overwhelming: his tall, muscular body, rippling with power, his massive erection standing proudly in the center of the frame. The sheer size and presence of him make you feel even smaller in comparison, like a dwarf standing in the shadow of a giant. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/AndreNude.jpg" height=600></div> <<AlexandraTalk "This is a man, $name. Look at him. Look at his body, his muscles, his cock… That’s what a real man looks like. Now, look at yourself. Go on, look in the mirror.">> You swallow hard, your legs trembling beneath you as you turn to face the full-length mirror in the corner of the room. The image staring back at you is a stark contrast to the photo of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> still burned into your mind. You see your smaller, softer frame—nothing like his muscular build. Your chest, bare and smooth, looks delicate, feminine in. And below, your tiny, flaccid penis seems even more pathetic now, dangling limply between your legs after your quick and embarrassing climax. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/MCNude.jpg" height=600></div> [[Alexandra confronts you.|AlexandraMeet3][$p=8]] <<elseif $v04Alexandra_resist eq 0>> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> steps back slightly, her eyes glowing with a sense of triumph as she watches you. She speaks slowly, letting her words settle deeply into your mind. <<AlexandraTalk "Now, there are two ways this can go, darling. Either Jess leaves you and becomes Andre's fucktoy… or we open things up. She gets to be with him, and you… you get to be with me. Wouldn’t that be nice?">> Your heart races, a mix of emotions swirling inside you—fear, excitement, and a strange sense of acceptance. The thought of <jessica>Jessica</jessica> leaving you, of her seeking real fulfillment with a man like <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, terrifies you. But <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> words, her dominance, make the other option seem inevitable. There's a deep, magnetic pull in her proposal, a pull that draws you in even as it humiliates you. <<AlexandraTalk "You've already accepted you're not what she needs. But that doesn’t mean you have to be left behind. You can still have a place, a purpose. You can be what you truly are.">> Her words hang in the air, and you feel your throat tighten. The tension in your body makes it harder to breathe as your mind processes what she’s saying. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> steps forward again, her hand rising to cup your chin, guiding your face toward hers. Her touch is firm but almost affectionate. <<AlexandraTalk "Think about it, I know deep down, you want this. To belong to someone. To be… what you were meant to be.">> Your lips part, but words fail you. The image of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> flashes through your mind again—his strong, commanding presence, his size. The way <jessica>Jessica</jessica> looks at him. You know what <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> says is true. You can’t compete with that. You were never meant to. But there’s another path… one that <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> is offering. Her hand moves down to your chest, a gentle yet firm reminder of her control over the situation. <<AlexandraTalk "Say it, darling! Tell me what you are.">> [[Admit being a sissy!|AlexandraMeet3][$p=8]] <</if>> <<elseif $p eq 8>> <<if $v04Alexandra_resist eq 1>> <<AlexandraTalk "Do you even compare to him? Look at your body. Look at your tiny cock. You’re not a man, $name. You’re a femboy. You’re a sissy. Say it!">> Tears sting the corners of your eyes, not from sadness, but from the overwhelming realization that she’s right. Every part of you feels inadequate, insignificant, and small. You don’t belong in the same category as <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. You don’t even belong in the same world. <<MCTalk "I… I’m a sissy...">> <<AlexandraTalk "Louder, darling! Say it again. Say it like you believe it.">> <<MCTalk "I am a sissy!">> You repeat, the words tumbling from your lips with more conviction now. You can feel the shame and arousal mixing into something new—acceptance. You’re not a man. You’re not supposed to be one. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra17.jpg" height=500></div> <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> smile grows as she takes a step back, admiring her work. She’s broken you down and rebuilt you into something more aligned with what she wants, with what she believes is your true nature. And in a way, you can’t help but feel… grateful. <<AlexandraTalk "Now, there are two ways this can go, darling. Either Jessica leaves you and becomes Andre's fucktoy… or you open things up. She gets to be with him, and you… you get to be with me. Wouldn’t that be nice?">> Your breath catches in your throat as her proposal sinks in. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> dominance, her control over the situation, makes the idea feel inevitable. Almost… comforting. <<AlexandraTalk "You don't have much time left to think this over. But I know you’ll make the right choice. It is getting late, dress up and see you Friday morning, darling.">> With that, she turns and leaves the room, her presence still lingering in the air, leaving you standing in front of the mirror, staring at the reflection of your new reality. [[Go to your apartment!|AlexandraMeet3][$p=9]] <<elseif $v04Alexandra_resist eq 0>> Your body trembles under her gaze. The reality of your position, of who you really are, starts to settle in. You swallow hard, your heart thudding painfully in your chest as you force the words out. <<MCTalk "I’m… I’m a sissy.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra17.jpg" height=500></div> <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> smile widens, her satisfaction evident as she watches the admission slip from your lips. Her voice is soothing now, like she’s guiding you to the inevitable truth. <<AlexandraTalk "That's right. You're a sissy. And sissies don’t compete with real men like Mr. Brown. They serve… they accept their place. And what you are… what you truly are… is something that can never satisfy a woman like Jessica.">> <<MCTalk "I... I understand.">> <mc><i>I fully understant it now! It makes sense Clara never wanted to be with me.</i></mc> <<AlexandraTalk "And there’s nothing wrong with that. You just need to stop pretending. Stop trying to be something you're not. Let Jessica have what she needs. Let me take care of you. Wouldn’t that be better?">> You meekly nod, too overwhelmed to speak up... <<AlexandraTalk "I know tonight was harsh for you $name. Seeing the reailty as is, can be hard for some. But it is getting late, dress up. I will see you Friday morning, darling.">> She turns, walking away with deliberate grace, leaving you standing in the center of the lavish bedroom, the air thick with her presence, the power she wielded over you still echoing in every corner of your mind. <<if $v04Alexandra_resist eq 0 and $alexandrameet3thirdchoice eq 1>> <<AlexandraLove 1>><</if>> [[Go to your apartment!|AlexandraMeet3][$p=9]] <</if>> <<elseif $p eq 9>> On your way home your mind is a storm of thoughts and emotions. <mc><i>Did that really just happen?</i></mc> It’s hard to believe everything that just happened, the way <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> peeled back every layer of resistance, leaving you vulnerable, exposed, and… accepted. A part of you still trembles at the thought of it all—the idea of sharing <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, of her being with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, feels terrifying. You found the idea to be hot as a fantasy but the reality of it made you fear... But now! There’s also a strange comfort in it now, something you never expected to feel. It’s like a puzzle piece sliding into place, the final, undeniable truth about who you are and where you fit into the world. <mc><i>I’m a sissy.</i></mc> The words don’t sting anymore. In fact, they bring an odd sense of relief. You don’t have to pretend to be something you’re not, don’t have to compete with men like <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. That weight—the constant pressure to be something you're not—has lifted. There’s no need to chase after what <jessica>Jessica</jessica> truly desires. You know now that she needs something bigger, stronger, more dominant than you could ever be. And, with <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> guidance, you’re starting to accept that. It is not just a horny thought anymore, it is the beginning of a genuine acceptance. The thought of <jessica>Jessica</jessica> in <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> arms, his body covering hers, makes your stomach twist with both fear and strange excitement. You’re scared—there’s no denying that. But inch by inch, you feel yourself moving closer to it, to embracing the reality of what your relationship could become. It doesn’t have to be the end, not if you open yourself up, not if you let <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> guide you like she did tonight. She made it clear: this doesn’t mean losing <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. It means sharing her. And, in return, you get to be with <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. The thought of that sends a shiver down your spine, equal parts thrilling and terrifying. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, with her control, her dominance… the way she made you feel so small, yet cared for at the same time. She knows your place. She’s showing you the way. <mc><i>Alexandra could have me. Jessica could have Mr. Brown. It doesn’t have to be the end for us.</i></mc> And as you approach your home, the night around you quiet and still, you feel something shift deep inside you—a step closer to the future <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> promised, a future where you no longer have to pretend, where you can finally be who you are, and where, somehow, this all makes sense. <<link[[Go into your bedroom.|My Room]]>><<set $p eq 1>><<set $alexandraquest to 4>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> You arrive at <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> apartment. She greets you with a loving smile. <<JessicaTalk "Hi babe, made some coffee. Want some?">> You try to calmly nod, nervous about how this date will go. After your last pillow talk with <jessica>Jessica</jessica> you are not sure what today will bring. She brings you a cup of coffee and you go to the living room to talk. As you sit in <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> living room, your hands nervously cradle the mug of coffee in your lap, you can’t help but feel a knot of anxiety twisting in your stomach. Everything changed. After all the confessions—the ones you made to <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, and especially the ones to <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> yesterday night. You finally admitted it. You are a sissy. But now, sitting here with <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, you aren’t sure what to expect. How will things change? <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date53.jpg"></div> <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, though, seems as relaxed as ever. She lounges comfortably in her chair, one leg crossed over the other, sipping her coffee as if nothing changed. Her casual attitude is a relief, but it also makes you feel even more on edge. Maybe she is just waiting to say something. Maybe she is holding back. <<JessicaTalk "Hey baby. You okay?">> You look up, meeting her warm gaze. There is no judgment there, no distance—just the same loving <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. <<MCTalk "Yeah... Just… you know.">> <<JessicaTalk "If you are worried about what we talked last Sunday, no need to be baby. I got you.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> gives you a small, understanding smile and leans over to gently run her fingers through your hair, letting the strands slip through her fingers. <<JessicaTalk "You know, I really love your hair. You’re growing it out so nicely.">> <<MCTalk "Thanks, I really like it too. I had never grown it so much.">> <<JessicaTalk "And it suits you, you look really cute.">> Her words are like a balm to your anxious thoughts. Maybe things won't change, at least not in the way you fear. Maybe <jessica>Jessica</jessica> isn’t just okay with everything—maybe she actually likes it. The thought is comforting, but before you can delve deeper into it, the front door swings open, breaking the moment. [[Gianna enters the apartment.|JessicaDate10][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> <gianna>Gianna</gianna> enters the room with a burst of energy, her arms loaded with shopping bags from high-end stores, their logos gleaming in the soft light of the apartment. You had barely spoken to her since you’d met <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, but she was hard to miss. <<if $williamMC eq 1>>You had walked in on her giving a kinky blowjob to a man, thankfully you had left before she saw you.<</if>> <<GiannaTalk "Hey! I went a little crazy at the mall today.">> <<JessicaTalk "Well, what else is new?">> <gianna>Gianna's</gianna> dark hair flows around her shoulders as she drops the bags onto the floor with a satisfied sigh. She is dressed in an expensive looking blazer and some fabolous cream pants. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Gianna3.jpg" height=600></div> <<GiannaTalk "Ugh, it was a madhouse out there, but I couldn’t resist. Found some really cute stuff.">> You nod awkwardly, not quite sure what to say. Now, sitting next to her with her bags of luxury goods strewn around, you feel even more out of place. <<GiannaTalk "Uhmm, $name right? We never talked much huh?">> <<MCTalk "Uh, no, not really.">> <<GiannaTalk "Well, we’ve gotta change that. Can I join you Jess? What are you drinking?">> <<MCTalk "Coffee. Would you like some?">> <<GiannaTalk "Coffee? Nah, I need something stronger after all that shopping. Whiskey, anyone?">> <<JessicaTalk "I guess coffee’s a bit tame for you, huh?">> <gianna>Gianna</gianna> laughs, gets up from the couch to grab a bottle of whiskey from the kitchen. She comes back with three glasses, setting them on the coffee table and pouring generously for herself, while giving you and Jessica smaller servings. <<GiannaTalk "Come on, loosen up a little!">> You exchange a glance with <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, who smiles and gives you a slight nod, as if to say 'Why not?' You pick up your glass and take a small sip, feeling the warmth of the whiskey settle in your chest. <gianna>Gianna</gianna>, however, downs her drink in one go, her cheeks flushing almost instantly. <<GiannaTalk "Ahh, that’s better. Coffee is cute and all, but this, this is what I needed. You two should live a little, you know?">> [[Ask her about the shopping bags.|JessicaDate10][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> <<MCTalk "So, where do you work Gianna. How do you afford all of this?">> <gianna>Gianna</gianna> smirks, brushing a strand of dark hair from her face as she reaches for the bottle of whiskey she set on the table. She pours herself a generous glass, her third one since she sat down. <<GiannaTalk "Oh, you know how it is. My Daddy pays for all this. He loves spoiling me.">> You shift in your seat, sipping your whiskey nervously. You hadn’t really spoken to <gianna>Gianna</gianna> before, but you know enough about her arrangement with her sugar daddy to feel a bit out of your depth. Still, seeing all the bags from high-end stores, hearing how effortlessly she talked about it, feels surreal. <<JessicaTalk "Why does he spoil you so much? You always come home with bags and bags of stuff. What’s in it for him?">> <gianna>Gianna's</gianna> laugh is soft, playful, as she swirls the whiskey in her glass. Her cheeks are already flushed, and her voice a little looser now that she is tipsy. She takes once more sip before glancing at Jessica with a sly smile. <<GiannaTalk "Why? Oh babe, it’s simple. Because I spoil him with my body.">> You blink, caught off guard by her bluntness, feeling your face heat up as you fidget in your seat. <gianna>Gianna</gianna> seems completely unbothered, leaning back into the couch and crossing her legs with a casual ease. <<GiannaTalk "I’m his doll to play with. Anything he wants, he gets. And in return? I get all this. Clothes, jewelry, trips, you name it." >> <<JessicaTalk "So, you just… let him do anything?">> <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> eyes widens a little, though she doesn’t seem shocked. More intrigued than shocked. <gianna>Gianna</gianna> shrugs, downing another gulp of whiskey. <<GiannaTalk "Pretty much. He’s rich, powerful, and generous. If he wants something kinky, I give it to him.">> <<JessicaTalk "Wow. Uhmm, do you enjoy being with him? I mean, I don't know...">> <<GiannaTalk "Well, Jess, it’s not just about the gifts. He’s amazing in bed, and I love being with him. It’s not just about what I get. We have fun together. He’s got this... energy, you know? Older but experienced. And when we’re together, it’s electric.">> You blink, caught off guard by her openness once again. The way she talks about him isn’t just transactional. There is genuine enjoyment in her voice, a sense of excitement that makes you feel even more curious—and maybe a little envious... <<link[[What’s it like to be spoiled like that?|JessicaDate10]]>><<set $p to 4>><<set $jessicadate10firstchoice to 1>><</link>> <<link[[Don’t you feel... bad about it?|JessicaDate10]]>><<set $p to 4>><<set $jessicadate10firstchoice to 2>><</link>> <<link[[Do you actually enjoy it, or is it just about the money?|JessicaDate10]]>><<set $p to 4>><<set $jessicadate10firstchoice to 3>><</link>> <<link[[Do you ever get tired of being someone’s doll?|JessicaDate10]]>><<set $p to 4>><<set $jessicadate10firstchoice to 4>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 4>> <<if $jessicadate10firstchoice eq 1>> <<MCTalk "What’s it like to be spoiled like that?">> Gianna's eyes sparkle, her grin widening as she leans back in her chair, clearly enjoying the question. <<GiannaTalk "Oh, it’s amazing, honestly. Imagine never having to worry about rent, bills, or even what to wear. If I see something I like, he gets it for me—designer bags, shoes, you name it. But it’s not just the stuff. It’s the feeling of being taken care of, like I’m the center of his world.">> Her voice lowers slightly, her tone more conspiratorial now. <<GiannaTalk "And the way he looks at me, like I’m his perfect little prize? God, it’s addictive. I feel powerful and sexy, like I can have anything I want. And he’s always so grateful for the ways I spoil him back, if you know what I mean.">> You feel your cheeks flush as Gianna speaks, her words painting a picture of a life so foreign yet so oddly alluring. The way she describes being adored, pampered—it makes something stir deep inside you. A fleeting thought passes through your mind: Could I ever have that? Could I ever be like her? You glance at Jessica, wondering if she’s feeling the same pull, but her expression is hard to read. <<elseif $jessicadate10firstchoice eq 2>> <<MCTalk "Don’t you feel... bad about it?">> Gianna arches an eyebrow, her grin softening into something a little more thoughtful. <<GiannaTalk "Bad? Why would I feel bad? He’s happy. I’m happy. It’s not like I’m tricking him into anything. He knows exactly what he’s getting—and what he’s giving.">> Her voice gains a teasing edge as she tilts her head at you. <<GiannaTalk "You think relationships are all fairytales and soulmates? Please. Every relationship is an exchange. Mine just happens to be a bit more honest about it.">> Jessica glances between you and Gianna, a thoughtful frown tugging at her lips. <<JessicaTalk "But don’t you ever feel like... I don’t know, like you’re not being completely yourself?">> Gianna laughs, her eyes dancing with amusement. <<GiannaTalk "Oh, honey, I’m more myself with him than I’ve ever been with anyone else. He loves me exactly as I am—wild, demanding, spoiled, and all. If anything, this setup lets me be more authentic than some boring, traditional relationship ever could.">> You shift uncomfortably in your seat, her words stirring something in you. There’s a sharpness to her honesty that makes you question your own assumptions. Relationships as transactions? The idea unsettles you, but you can’t deny there’s a certain logic to it. Jessica leans forward, clearly intrigued now, steering the conversation in a new direction. <<elseif $jessicadate10firstchoice eq 3>> <<MCTalk "Do you actually enjoy it, or is it just about the money?">> Gianna leans forward, her smirk playful and sharp, her voice lowering as if she’s letting you in on a juicy secret. <<GiannaTalk "Oh, I enjoy it. A lot. Don’t get me wrong, the money’s great—it makes life easier, more fun. But that’s not all there is. He’s exciting. Confident. When we’re together, it’s like I’m the only thing that matters to him. The way he touches me, talks to me... it’s intoxicating.">> She pauses, her eyes sparkling as she measures your reaction. <<GiannaTalk "And the way he handles things in bed? Let’s just say he knows how to make me feel things no one else ever has.">> You swallow hard, her words painting vivid images in your mind. You weren’t expecting her to describe the relationship with such passion. It’s not just about gifts or convenience—it’s something deeper, more intense. You feel a pang of discomfort—or maybe envy—as you wonder what it would be like to have someone make you feel that way, to lose yourself in that kind of intimacy. Jessica breaks the tension with a hesitant question, drawing Gianna’s attention back to her. <<elseif $jessicadate10firstchoice eq 4>> <<MCTalk "Do you ever get tired of being someone’s doll?">> Gianna’s laugh is warm and playful, but there’s a knowing edge to it, like she’s heard the question a hundred times before. <<GiannaTalk "Tired? Never. Let me tell you, being a doll has its perks. I get to dress up in the best clothes, eat at the nicest places, and travel to places most people only dream of. And the attention? Oh, it’s addictive. When you’re with someone who truly appreciates you, it’s like the world revolves around you. Why would I ever get tired of that?">> Her eyes shine with a mix of pride and amusement, and she gives a little shrug as if the answer should be obvious. <<GiannaTalk "And let’s not forget the thrill. Knowing that someone’s willing to do anything to keep me happy? That’s a feeling you can’t beat.">> You bite the inside of your cheek, her words stirring something deep within you. The way she talks about it—the luxury, the attention, the sheer indulgence—it’s impossible not to feel a flicker of envy. For a moment, you imagine what it might be like to have that kind of life, to be adored, pampered, and doted on. The thought sends an odd thrill through you, even if you can’t quite admit it to yourself. Jessica, perhaps sensing the shift in the air, jumps in with a curious question, pulling Gianna’s focus back to her. <</if>> <<JessicaTalk "So it’s not just the stuff then? You actually like being with him?">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, her curiosity piqued, leans forward slightly. <gianna>Gianna's</gianna> smile widens, her eyes sparkling. <<GiannaTalk "Oh, I do. He knows exactly how to treat me, and not just in bed, but everywhere. He’s generous, sure, but he’s also attentive, caring. You should get yourself a Daddy like mine Jess." >> <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> eyes widens slightly, and you see the flicker of something cross her face—curiosity, maybe, or even a hint of amusement. You aren’t sure what she is thinking, but her lips quirk in a small smile, the idea clearly intriguing her, if only on a playful level. As for you, a knot forms in your stomach. <gianna>Gianna's</gianna> words, spoken so casually, hit you like a wave. <i><b>A Daddy like mine.</b></i> The implication sends a nervous thrill through you, your mind racing with thoughts you can’t quite contain. You glance at <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, wondering how she feels, how you should feel... <mc><i>Does she want something like that?</i></mc> <<GiannaTalk "You know, it's not just about the sex or the gifts. He takes care of me in every way. I don’t have to worry about anything—money, rent, clothes... and in return, I just make sure he’s happy. I keep things exciting. It’s... liberating, honestly.">> <<JessicaTalk "Liberating? How so?">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> leans forward, clearly intrigued, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim of her whiskey glass. Gianna grins, a little more mischievous now, her eyes flicking between you and Jessica. <<GiannaTalk "Because I don’t have to pretend to be anyone else with him. I don’t have to play the whole 'good girl' role if I don’t want to. He likes it when I’m myself, and he spoils me for it. And, well... he has a huge, thick cock alongside his thick wallet.">> <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> face flushes, and she lets out a soft laugh, clearly trying to process everything. You feel your heart race as the atmosphere in the room shifts. You aren’t sure how to react, but something about the whole conversation is pulling you in, drawing you closer to an edge you didn’t know existed. <<GiannaTalk "Wanna see? I’ve got proof of just how much fun we have together. But, you gotta promise—no telling anyone. Especially not his wife.">> [[Gianna pulls her phone.|JessicaDate10][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> looks at you, her eyes widening as she bites her lip, a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty flashing in her expression. She seems caught between her fascination with <gianna>Gianna's</gianna> story and the realization of how far this is about to go. You feel a strange, electric thrill run down your spine. Everything feels charged, the tension in the room palpable as you both waited for <gianna>Gianna</gianna> to show you her secret. <<GiannaTalk "Okay, check this one out. I think you'll enjoy it.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Gianna4.jpg" height=600></div> <<Arousalincrease 30>><<Arousal>> You see <gianna>Gianna</gianna> licking the big, thick cock of her sugar daddy. <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> eyes are widened as she takes in the image. Her reaction is immediate and palpable—an intrigued smile tugging at her lips, her gaze locked on the phone. It is evident that she is captivated by the display, her breath quickening slightly as she absorbs the sight. <<JessicaTalk "Wow, Gianna... That’s huge!.">> <<GiannaTalk "Yeah, I'm the luckiest girl.">> <mc><i>Mr. Brown is even bigger than that...</i></mc> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> leans in a little closer, clearly fascinated by the scene. The excitement is clear in her demeanor, her curiosity and arousal mingling in her expression. She seems both surprised and intrigued, her eyes reflecting a mix of admiration and desire. As you observe <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> reaction, a familiar pang of inadequacy shoots through you. The image of <gianna>Gianna</gianna> with her sugar daddy makes you painfully aware of your own size and perceived shortcomings. You shift in your seat, feeling a flush of insecurity as you compared yourself to the powerful figure in the photo. But then, <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> words echoe in your mind. <mc><i>You’re a sissy. Don’t compare yourself to real men.</i></mc> Her guidance, her dominance, the acceptance you are beginning to embrace—it all helps you to push the feeling of inadequacy aside. You are starting to find comfort in your own role, in accepting that you don’t have to measure up to anyone else. As <gianna>Gianna</gianna> finishes showing the photo, she lets out a tipsy laugh and stands up, swaying slightly as she gathers her shopping bags. She gives a playful wink and a wave before heading down the hallway, her footsteps a little unsteady as she disappears into her room. With <gianna>Gianna</gianna> out of the way, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> turns to you, her eyes still sparkling with curiosity and excitement from the evening’s revelations. She takes your hand and leads you toward her bedroom, her touch reassuring and warm. [[Follow Jessica to her bedroom.|JessicaDate10][$p=6]] <<elseif $p eq 6>> Once you are inside, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> closes the door behind you and sits down on the edge of her bed, patting the spot next to her for you to join. As you settle beside her, she looks at you with a thoughtful expression. <<JessicaTalk "Wow, he was huge right?">> <mc><i>If only she knew how big Mr. Brown is...</i></mc> You swallow hard, trying to focus as <jessica>Jessica</jessica> leans back on her hands, still lost in her thoughts. <<JessicaTalk "You know… I’ve been thinking about what you told me last Sunday. About how the idea of me and Mr. Brown turned you on. And I’ve been doing some thinking too… about how that might be something we could… explore further.">> You feel a flutter in your chest, both nerves and excitement mixing inside you. The thought had been bouncing around in your head ever since, but hearing her say it again made it feel more real. But she didn’t push; her tone is gentle, testing the waters. <alexandra>Alexandra'</alexandra> words echoe in your mind. <mc><i>Either Jess leaves me or we open up our relationship huh?</i></mc> <<MCTalk "I mean… yeah, I’ve thought about it. The idea of… sharing you, it’s something that’s crossed my mind.">> Your voice is quiet, unsure, but there is no denying the rush of heat that surged through you as you spoke. Jessica smiles at your honesty and leans in closer, her fingers tracing light circles on your skin. <<JessicaTalk "We can take it slow. We don’t have to dive in headfirst. We can explore it little by little… see how we feel. We’re a team in this, and I want us to go at your pace.">> <mc><i>She clearly doesn't want to leave me, that's a relief!</i></mc> <<MCTalk "I-I'm okay with that...">> <<JessicaTalk "Alright, how about we watch something together? It might help us figure out what we both want and how we feel about it.">> She stands up, moving to her desk to open her laptop. As the screen flickers to life, she glances over her shoulder at you with a soft smile. <<JessicaTalk "Why don’t you fully undress? Let’s make this more comfortable.">> [[Undress!|JessicaDate10][$p=7]] <<elseif $p eq 7>> By the time you are fully naked, you notice <jessica>Jessica</jessica> doing the same. Her smooth, flawless skin caught the soft glow of her desk lamp, and as she slips out of her own panties, you can’t help but stare in awe. <mc><i>God, she’s gorgeous…</i></mc> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date54.jpg" height=600></div> <<Arousalincrease 30>><<Arousal>> Every curve of her body, every line of her form—it is mesmerizing. She catches you staring and giggles, her cheeks flushing ever so slightly, but there is a knowing glint in her eyes. She likes that you adore her, and you feel a surge of pride for being her partner, even as a sense of inadequacy tries to creep in. But <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> words echoed again: <alexandra><i>You are a sissy, and you have your own role. Don’t compare yourself to a real man.</i></alexandra> <<JessicaTalk "Let’s watch this one… it’s a little softer, more about the connection between them." >> The video begins with a soft, romantic atmosphere. The white boyfriend stands beside his girlfriend, holding her close as she looks at him with a loving smile. There is no rush, no harshness to the scene—it feels warm, intimate. The boyfriend gently strokes her back as they exchange a few whispered words, his arms wrapped around her as if to comfort her for what was coming. As the scene progressed, the other man enters. Tall, muscular, and confident, he approaches the couple with a slow, deliberate pace. The boyfriend sits behind his girlfriend, playing with her boobs and pussy as she starts to suck the big black cock in front of her. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/IRCuckPorn2.jpg" height=600></div> <<Arousalincrease 30>><<Arousal>> There is no shame, no guilt in her expression—just pure devotion to the moment. The boyfriend continues to whisper encouraging words, his hand gently caressing her arm as she sucks the big cock. It is as if they are sharing this together, their connection deepened by this act. [[Both of you keep watching as you masturbate.|JessicaDate10][$p=8]] <<elseif $p eq 8>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/IRCuckPorn.jpg" height=600></div> As the scene transitions, the black man starts to penetrate the girlfriend, their bodies entwined in slow, passionate movements. The boyfriend still close and supportive, holding his lover's leg for an easier penetration! Throughout the encounter, she never breaks eye contact with her boyfriend, their silent understanding adding a layer of emotional depth that makes it feel more like a shared experience than anything else. The camera focuses on their expressions—the woman’s face full of pleasure and love, the boyfriend’s soft, supportive gaze, and the way they communicate without words. It isn’t just sex with another man; it is something deeper. <<link[[You focus on the black man.|JessicaDate10]]>><<set $p to 9>><<set $jessicadate10secondchoice to 1>><</link>> <<link[[You focus on the cuckold.|JessicaDate10]]>><<set $p to 9>><<set $jessicadate10secondchoice to 2>><</link>> <<link[[You focus on the dominance of the bull.|JessicaDate10]]>><<set $p to 9>><<set $jessicadate10secondchoice to 3>><</link>> <<link[[You feel envy and fascination.|JessicaDate10]]>><<set $p to 9>><<set $jessicadate10secondchoice to 4>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 9>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/IRCuckPorn3.jpg" height=600></div> <<if $jessicadate10secondchoice eq 1>><<set $bbcinterest +=1>> Your eyes are riveted to the screen, drawn to the stark contrast between the bull’s deep, dark skin and the pale, soft curves of the girlfriend. Every move he makes is deliberate, showcasing his overwhelming size and dominance. The sheer girth of him—thick, veiny, impossibly large—seems almost surreal as it stretches her in a way that’s both mesmerizing and intimidating. The way her body yields to him, the way she gasps and shivers as he slowly fills her, only heightens the intensity. You can’t stop your mind from wandering, imagining <jessica>Jessica</jessica> in her place, her petite frame arching beneath the weight of something so massive, so undeniably masculine. The contrast is striking, almost artistic—the bull’s dark, powerful hands gripping her pale thighs as she moans in surrender. Your stomach twists, a cocktail of envy and arousal stirring inside you. The thought of <jessica>Jessica</jessica> experiencing something like this, of her being taken by a man who embodies such raw strength and size, sends a shiver through you. You bite your lip, your breath coming faster as your imagination runs wild. The way the bull moves, his every thrust exuding control and confidence, leaves you both awestruck and overwhelmed. It’s more than just his size—it’s the way he owns the moment, the way his presence fills the room and draws every bit of attention to him. <<elseif $jessicadate10secondchoice eq 2>><<set $MCcuck +=1>> Your chest tightens as the boyfriend leans in, his hand gently supporting his girlfriend’s leg to make it easier for the other man to slide into her. There’s a quiet strength in the way he stays close, his touch comforting, his whispers soothing. You can’t help but imagine yourself in his place. What would it feel like to be that supportive? To guide <jessica>Jessica</jessica> through such an intense moment, to be her anchor while she experiences something so raw and new? There’s no jealousy, no bitterness in the boyfriend’s eyes—only love and pride. Your pulse quickens at the thought. Could you be that for <jessica>Jessica</jessica>? A steady presence, a source of strength and encouragement, even as she explores something with someone else? The idea settles in your mind, not as something to fear, but as a role you could embrace. It feels... right, in a way that surprises you. <<elseif $jessicadate10secondchoice eq 3>><<set $sub +=1>> As the black man presses deeper into the girlfriend, his movements slow and deliberate, a shiver runs down your spine. There’s an undeniable power in his presence, a confidence that fills the room even through the screen. The girlfriend’s soft moans and the boyfriend’s gentle touches only amplify the dynamic, creating an atmosphere that feels both intimate and overpowering. Your body reacts instinctively, heat flooding through you as you feel yourself growing light-headed. You can’t help but focus on the commanding energy of the man in the scene. You imagine being in the boyfriend’s position—offering support, witnessing something so overwhelming, yet feeling strangely fulfilled in your submission. The thought sends a jolt through you, your breathing shallow as you try to make sense of the emotions swirling inside. There’s no denying the pull you feel, the way your body seems to lean into the idea of surrendering control. <<elseif $jessicadate10secondchoice eq 4>> You find yourself captivated by the girlfriend’s expression as she locks eyes with her boyfriend, her face a mix of pleasure and affection. It’s not just the physical act that has you mesmerized—it’s the connection between them, the way their bond seems to deepen even as she’s with someone else. The boyfriend’s quiet presence draws your attention next. His touch is tender, his gaze unwavering, and his role in the moment feels just as important as the man inside her. There’s no resentment, no hesitation—only an unspoken understanding that makes it feel like they’re sharing something profound. Your chest tightens as envy creeps in. You want to feel that kind of closeness with <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, to experience a moment so intense and meaningful that it leaves no room for doubt or fear. At the same time, the fascination grips you, pulling you deeper into the fantasy. What if this is what true intimacy looks like? <</if>> <<Arousalincrease 50>><<Arousal>> As the woman reachs the peak of her pleasure, her boyfriend leans down, kissing her deeply, their lips meeting just as her body tense in climax. The camera lingers on this tender moment—his kiss seems to ground her, supporting her through the intensity of her orgasm. His presence is a constant reminder that they are in this together. The moment the woman climaxes in the video, kissing her boyfriend lovingly while she moans in pleasure, you feel a rush of heat explode within you. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> gasps softly beside you, her hand gripping the bedspread as her body trembles. And then, almost as if it was choreographed, you both cum—your bodies responding in sync, neither of you having touched each other! <jessica>Jessica</jessica> lets out a soft laugh, breathless and glowing with the aftershocks of her orgasm. [[Jess breaks the silence.|JessicaDate10][$p=10]] <<elseif $p eq 10>><<set $arousal to 0>> <<JessicaTalk "Wow… that was… the first time we’ve ever come at the same time.">> You nod, still feeling the lingering effects of the orgasm, your mind reeling from how intense it all felt. Before you can even think of something to say, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> speaks again, her voice softer now. <<JessicaTalk "You know… this kind of shows we’re on the right path, doesn’t it?">> You look at her, your chest still heaving from the intensity, and for the first time, you realize just how connected you feel to her in that moment. The idea of her being with someone else doesn’t scare you as much as it excites you now. <<MCTalk "I… yeah. I guess it really did.">> <<JessicaTalk "Maybe this is a sign. We’ll take it slow, but I think we’re on the right path, don’t you?">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> leans in, placing a soft kiss on your lips, her fingers tracing gentle lines across your arm. You nod, still processing everything, but there is no denying the excitement bubbling beneath your skin. <<MCTalk "Yeah… I think we are.">> Her smile widens, and she pulls you close, cuddling you against her body as the warmth of her skin seep into yours. <<JessicaTalk "Look at us, exploring something together that’s turning us both on. I think we’re really lucky. Not every couple has this kind of connection, where their interests and turn-ons just sync up like ours. It’s like… everything we figure out brings us closer. We’re lucky, don’t you think?">> You nodd feeling her words settle deeply inside you. Her words are comforting, grounding you in the moment. The sincerity in her voice hits you, and you can’t help but feel a wave of relief and warmth wash over you. After cuddling for a while it is time for you to go home! <<link[[Go to your apartment.|My Room]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $jessicaquest to 10>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>><<set $sidemenu to 1>> You step into the yoga studio, feeling the snug fit of your yoga pants and crop top. Your longer hair is tied up in a loose ponytail, and as you glance at your reflection in the mirror, you realize how easy it would be for someone to mistake you for just another one of the women in the class. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/MCGym13.jpg" height=600></div> The room is warm, filled with soft music and the subtle scent of essential oils. As the instructor, <lily>Lily</lily>, greets everyone, she offers you a lingering smile, clearly appreciating your dedication. The class begins with gentle stretches, but soon transitions into more challenging poses—each movement accentuating the curves of your body. In Downward Dog, you feel your leggings hug tightly against your hips and thighs, your back arching slightly as you shift your weight forward. The pose makes your body feel elongated and graceful, and you notice a couple of curious glances from some of the other girls. One of them adjusts her mat near yours, her eyes briefly drifting to your ass as you hold the pose. [[Check out the blonde.|Gym11][$p=2]] [[Don't be perv and focus on the class.|Gym11][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 2>><<set $yogaperv +=1>> Your heart races as you subtly glance to your left, where a blonde girl with a ponytail holds the same pose. Her yoga pants cling to her figure, emphasizing the curve of her hips and the fullness of her ass in the doggystyle position. She looks incredible, and you find yourself admiring how effortlessly sexy she appears. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/YogaClass5.jpg" height=600></div> But as your gaze lingers a second too long, you feel the weight of eyes on you. The girl who had been checking you out earlier is now watching you closely, her gaze sharp as she notices you checking out the blonde. A flush of heat rises to your cheeks, and your stomach flips. <b>Caught.</b> [[Continue the class.|Gym11][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> As the class moves into Warrior II, you stretch your arms out confidently, your crop top riding up just enough to expose a sliver of skin. The stretch makes your chest rise, and as you glance at <lily>Lily</lily>, who’s walking through the rows adjusting postures, you catch her eyes lingering on you for a moment longer than she does with the others. During a brief break in poses, one of the girls next to you strikes up a conversation, complimenting you on how toned your legs are. Her gaze drops briefly to your hips as she speaks, and for a second, you wonder if she realizes who—or what—you really are. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/MCGym14.jpg"></div> Finally, the class winds down with Child’s Pose, your body curling forward. Your yoga pants cling tightly to your legs and ass, and you can’t help but feel a sensual awareness of how the fabric hugs your skin, outlining your feminine curves. The sensation is both thrilling and confusing as your heart races with a mixture of pride and hesitation. [[Class ends.|Gym11][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> <<if $yogaperv lt 2>> As the class ends, you roll up your mat, catching <lily>Lily's</lily> eye once more. There’s a subtle warmth in her gaze, a flicker of recognition mixed with admiration. You feel a rush of confidence, knowing that in this space, you’re seen as sexy, graceful, and completely in control of your body. <<elseif $yogaperv gte 2>> As the class ends, you roll up your mat, catching <lily>Lily's</lily> eye once more. This time, her gaze isn’t warm or admiring. Instead, there's a sternness in her expression—a quiet, unspoken warning. Her eyes linger on you, communicating that she noticed more than just your form during the session. It’s clear: she saw you looking, and it wasn’t the kind of attention she approved of. A flush of embarrassment creeps up your neck as you realize you’ve been caught. <</if>> <<link[[Take a shower and go home!|MomTalk2]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $sidemenu to 0>><<set $gymquest to 12>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> You step into your bedroom after a long yoga session, your muscles feeling pleasantly sore and your mind calm. As you peel off your workout clothes and settle onto your bed, your phone buzzes. You glance at the screen: <ophelia>Mom</ophelia> calling. It’s been a while since you spoke, and the timing catches you off guard. <<MCTalk "Hey, Mom!">> <<OpheliaTalk "Sweetie! Finally! You didn't call so I took the initiative. How are you? How’s school?">> <<MCTalk "It’s been good, you know, busy. Just got back from the gym actually—been doing yoga.">> <<OpheliaTalk "Yoga? That’s new! You always stuck to running before. I guess college really is changing you, huh?">> She chuckles, but there’s a trace of curiosity in her voice. You nod to yourself, feeling a little proud of the new hobbies you’ve picked up. <<MCTalk "Yeah, trying new things. It’s been really good for me.">> <<OpheliaTalk "That’s great to hear. And how’s the photography? I remember you were getting into that before you left.">> <<MCTalk "Yeah, I’ve been sticking with it. Joined a club and everything.">> <<OpheliaTalk "Good! You’ve got an eye for it. I always knew you were artistic. You’ve gotta send me some of your new photos soon—I bet you’ve improved a lot!">> <mc><i>If only she knew I posed in a mini skirt at the club...</i></mc> <<OpheliaTalk "And what about Jessica? I’m dying to see a picture of her! You’ve been dating for a while now, haven’t you?">> You pause. A picture of <jessica>Jessica</jessica>? You glance at your phone, wondering which photo would be best to send. It feels like a loaded request somehow, like introducing <jessica>Jessica</jessica> to your mom, even if it’s just through a photo. You clear your throat. <<MCTalk "Yeah, I’ll send you a picture later. She’s doing great, by the way.">> <<OpheliaTalk "I bet she’s lovely. I can’t wait to meet her—she’s a lucky girl.">> Her words carry warmth, but you sense a deeper curiosity underneath. Still, you’re relieved she hasn’t asked too many probing questions yet. She pauses, and you can hear her shifting on the other end of the line. <<OpheliaTalk "Listen, sweetie, I’ve been thinking. Your semester ends in what, eight weeks? I want you back home for at least a week once it’s done. We can catch up properly, and Elizabeth will be back for two weeks too. I missed you my dear.">> <<MCTalk "A week? Yeah, I guess that sounds good.">> <<OpheliaTalk "Great! I’m so looking forward to it. You and your sister home at the same time—it’ll be perfect.">> After some more small talk the call ends, you’re left in the quiet of your room again, the weight of the conversation lingering. [[Panic!|MomTalk2][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> You set the phone down on your desk, but your gaze drifts to the mirror on the opposite wall. Hesitating for a moment, you walk over, feeling an uneasy flutter in your chest. Staring back at you is someone familiar, yet undeniably changed. Your hair, longer and softer than before, frames your face in a way that feels almost delicate. <clara>Clara's</clara> products you are using over a month smoothed out the imperfections, giving your complexion a soft glow. Your eyes shine brighter, but it’s your body that catches your attention the most. You turn slightly, the curve of your hips and the way your ass has filled out almost shock you. It’s girly—feminine. Your legs, now completely smooth, look slender, toned, and unmistakably feminine. You run a hand down your thigh, the sensation is electric. Everything about you screams change—no longer the boyish figure your mother is used to, but something else... someone else. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Mirror3.jpg" width=500 /></div> This week, you called yourself a sissy, and it wasn’t a joke—it was real. And as much as you're accepting this part of yourself, seeing your reflection right now stirs a wave of anxiety. How will your mom react? The woman who tried to raise you to be strong, masculine, independent—what will she say when she sees this? Your fingers brush through your hair, and for a brief moment, the conflict rises within you. The old you—what you were before college—feels like it's fading. But what’s replacing it? Who are you becoming? The thought of returning home, seeing your mother’s reaction to all this change, tightens your chest. [[Your phone buzzes.|MomTalk2][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> Your phone buzzes on the desk, snapping you out of the spiral of thoughts. You pick it up, and your heart skips as you see a message from Mom. <<OpheliaTalk "Don’t forget to send me a picture of you and your girlfriend! I’d love to see both of you.">> You stare at the message, fingers hovering over the screen, unsure how to respond. The request is innocent enough, but the weight of it feels heavy. A picture might reveal more than just the changes in your life—it might reveal you. You decide to only send a photo of your lovely girlfriend, her profile photo would suffice. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Contacts/Jessica Portrait.jpg" width=500 /></div> [[Your phone buzzes once again.|MomTalk2][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> A text from <jessica>Jessica</jessica> pops up: <<JessicaTalk "Hey babe, Mr. Brown will make me work on all Friday this week. I have a deadline so I won't be able to chill by the pool.">> You sigh, both relieved and a little disappointed. You were nervous about seeing <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> anyway, but you were also getting used to the intensity of those encounters, even craving them in some twisted way. You start typing a reply when your phone lights up again with an incoming call—<alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. <<AlexandraTalk "Good night, darling.">> <<MCTalk "Good night Ma'am. Anything I can help you with?">> <<AlexandraTalk "Yes, actually. I want you to come to Andre's villa tomorrow morning.">> <<MCTalk "But Jessica will be working tomorrow.">> <<AlexandraTalk "I know darling. Come to Andre's, don't buzz the gate, call me and I will let you in. Understood?">> <<MCTalk "Understood, Ma'am. Anything else I should know?">> <<AlexandraTalk "Just know you are going to have a good time, darling. You’ll find out soon enough.">> <<MCTalk "Alright... Good night.">> <<AlexandraTalk "Good night, and don’t be late.">> The call ends, leaving you staring at your phone, a mix of emotions swirling in your chest. Intrigued, curious, and maybe just a little anxious. You know <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> always means more than she says. There's a sense that tomorrow holds something significant, something you can't quite put your finger on but definitely can’t resist. <mc><i>Have a good time? I wonder what she is planning, more guidance, more lessons?</i></mc> <<link[[Prepare to go to Sleep|My Room]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $momtalk to 3>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>><<set $heelquest to 0>><<newinv $fundwaitress>> <<pickup $fundwaitress "KiraWilliam" 1 "Insider" 1 "Jordan" 1 "William" 1 "Alexandra" 1 "DrunkWoman" 1 "SexConq" 1 "Mia" 1 "Bribe" 1 "Benoit" 1>> As you walk up to <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> grand villa, your stomach doing anxious flips with each step. <kira>Kira</kira>, his ever-cold personal secretary, greets you at the door, her professional smile betraying nothing about what awaits inside. <<KiraTalk "$name, right? The guests won’t arrive for a while. You can head upstairs—Alexandra is expecting you.">> You nod, swallowing your nerves as she led you through the sprawling space. The backyard, with its meticulously arranged cocktail setup, caught your eye as you passed by one of the massive windows. You nearly stop in your tracks. There are sleek white tables adorned with lavish floral arrangements, the pool glistening under the morning sun, its surface as still as glass. The setup screams wealth, exclusivity. Everything is pristine and perfect, like something out of a high-society magazine spread. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Fundraiser4.jpg" height=500></div> <mc><i>This is on a whole other level.</i></mc> With a deep breath, you climb the grand staircase, each step adding weight to the anxiety building in your chest. [[You reach the room and knock on the door.|AndreMeet6][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> You push the door open and freeze for a moment as your eyes land on <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. She’s standing in front of the mirror, wearing a silk nightie robe that barely reaches mid-thigh, the fabric clinging to her curves. The robe is loose, teasingly open at the top, revealing a deep V of smooth skin. Her hair cascades down her shoulders, glossy and dark, like something out of a dream. Your breath catches, and a familiar warmth pools low in your stomach. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/AlexandraFund.jpg" height=600></div> <mc><i>Oh god.</i></mc> She smiles knowingly, catching your expression without even needing to ask. <<AlexandraTalk "Good morning, <<if $heelpractice gte 3>>darling<<else>>$name<</if>>.">> <<MCTalk "M-Morning, Ma’am.">> You stammer, trying to form words. Your throat tightens, and heat flushes your cheeks. You force yourself to look away, eyes drifting around the room, desperately focusing on the expensive décor rather than the intoxicating sight of her. <<AlexandraTalk "Relax, you already saw me naked. Today’s going to go smoothly. We have a very important event, <<if $heelpractice gte 3>>but I trust you’ll play your part perfectly<<else>>I don't want you to mess up<</if>>.">> <<MCTalk "Yes Ma'am.">> Her smile widens slightly. She moves past you, fingers lightly grazing your arm as she speaks. <<AlexandraTalk "I know you are slowly getting used to wearing a mini skirt. But today is more important than your cafe job. You’ll have to be a bit more… presentable.">> <<MCTalk "Uhmm, what do you mean Ma'am?">> <<AlexandraTalk "Don’t you worry, I’ll make sure you look perfect. We’ll get you ready.">> Your heart races. The thought of standing there, dressed in something so feminine, serving drinks in front of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, it makes your legs feel weak. Showing your sissy self to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, who will most likely fuck your girlfriend soon. You swallow hard, feeling trapped between fear and something else, something you can’t quite name. There’s no getting out of this. You have to go through with it. [[Alexandra puts your outfit on the bed.|AndreMeet6][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> moves to the bed, and as you follow her, your eyes land on the neatly laid-out outfit: a black semi-sheer thong, a tight pencil mini skirt, and a crisp white shirt. And of course the high heels you brought from home. Your stomach flips. Your attention lingers on the thong. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/FundThong.png" height=500></div> <mc><i>A thong? Seriously?</i></mc> You’ve never worn anything like it before, and the thought of how it will feel, how exposed you’ll be, sends a wave of panic crashing over you. <<MCTalk "I—uh, I don’t know about this, Ma'am... a thong? That’s a bit much, isn’t it?">> <<AlexandraTalk "Too much? Darling, this is a high-profile event. Every detail matters. You need to look presentable. No one can afford to have panty lines showing.">> You bite your lip, trying to think of a way out of this, but Alexandra moves in closer, her fingers grazing your arm softly. <<AlexandraTalk "Everything has to be in order. Excellence is the bare minimum today. <<if $heelpractice gte 3>>You already practiced for your uniform.<<else>>You already dissappointed me for today's event, don't push your luck $name.<</if>>">> <<if $heelpractice lt 3>>You’ve never served drinks in heels and the thought of stumbling around in front of these powerful guests, in front of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, makes your throat tighten with fear. But <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> fingers trail down your arm, soothing, as if sensing your hesitation.<<else>>You’ve never served drinks in heels but you have practiced enough to get through the day without mishaps. Still, serving to most powerful people in the city and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> makes you nervous. But <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> fingers trail down your arm, soothing, as if sensing your hesitation.<</if>> <<AlexandraTalk "Men don’t think straight when they have eye-candy in front of their eyes darling. Their blood pumps to their dicks, not their brains. So when they see you, when they see how well you play your part, they’ll pledge much more money to our friend.">> <mc><i>Wearing the skirt made wonders to my tips in one day, she is right...</i></mc> <<AlexandraTalk "And remember, you will be getting paid a thousand dollars for your services today.">> <mc><i>One thousand for a day...</i></mc> <<MCTalk "Thank you Ma'am.">> <<AlexandraTalk "Good. Now, go get changed. You’ll look stunning. Take the thong and heels. We won't be seeing each other naked today darling, not yet anyway...">> <mc><i>Not yet?</i></mc> [[Take the thong and heels to the bathroom.|AndreMeet6][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> Once inside, you close the door, leaning against it for a moment to steady your nerves. The luxurious room is as grand as the rest of the villa, with marble countertops and gleaming fixtures, but your mind is only focused on the thong and heels in your hand. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/AVBathroom.jpg" height=500></div> You take a deep breath, then begin to undress. Piece by piece, you strip down until you’re standing completely bare, the cool air brushing against your skin. Your reflection in the mirror catches your eye—your feminine figure, smooth legs, and the gentle curve of your hips. [[Look at the thong.|AndreMeet6][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> You stand in the bathroom, staring at the black semi-sheer thong laid out before you. Just two months ago, you were still wearing boxers—simple, comfortable, and undeniably masculine. Now, you're about to step into something that feels like the complete opposite of everything you once knew. A thong. The thought sends a jolt of anxiety through your body, your mind racing as you wonder how it even came to this point over the last weeks! Even if you called yourself a sissy, still this is new territory. With a deep breath, you pick up the delicate fabric. It feels so light in your hands, almost insubstantial, a far cry from the sturdy cotton you used to wear. You hesitate for a moment, your heart pounding in your chest. This isn't just about putting on a piece of clothing. It's about who you've become, how far you've come from the person you thought you were. You're about to step into a whole new role—one where you'll be parading around in front of the city's most powerful people, wearing a skirt and high heels, with this thin strip of fabric hugging your most private areas. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/FundThong2.jpg" height=500></div> You close your eyes and slip one foot, then the other, into the thong, pulling it up slowly. The material is snug, slipping tightly between your legs, the waistband settling on your hips. At first, it feels awkward—alien. The string of the thong presses against your skin, sliding up between your cheeks, a sensation so foreign and intimate that it makes you pause. You tug at it slightly, trying to adjust, but there’s no escaping the way it hugs your body in such an exposed way. As you tug it, the fabric slightly teases your smooth asshole, making you feel surprisingly good for a mini-second. As you put on the heels the look is complete, for now... Your eyes trace the curve of your hips, the way the thong shapes you in a way boxers never did. The sight isn't just feminine—it’s powerful. A new surge of confidence starts bubbling up inside you. The nerves you felt moments ago are still there, but they're slowly being replaced by something else. A sense of control. Wearing this thong, as revealing as it is, gives you a strange, unexpected power. You look so desirable. It makes you feel sexier than your boxers in the trash, your boyshorts your regular panties! The awkwardness has melted away, replaced by the knowledge that when you step in front of <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>—and later, in front of those powerful people—you’ll be more than just a server. You'll be someone who can command their attention, someone who knows exactly how to wield the allure you're being wrapped in. [[Leave the room's bathroom and return to Alexandra.|AndreMeet6][$p=6]] <<elseif $p eq 6>> You step out of the bathroom, the high heels clicking softly against the polished floor, your nerves buzzing under your skin. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, lounging casually on the edge of the bed, looks up from her phone. Her eyes immediately travel over your body, scanning every inch with the precision of someone who knows exactly what they’re looking for. You swallow hard under her gaze, feeling both nervous and excited, a flutter of arousal mixing with the anxiety in your chest. <<AlexandraTalk "Come here darling.">> She says with a smooth and commanding voice. You take a few hesitant steps forward, the heels making your walk feel more deliberate, your hips swaying with each movement. You can feel her eyes drinking you in, the approval radiating from her like heat. <<AlexandraTalk "Turn around, let me see the back.">> You pause for a moment, then obey, slowly turning your back to her. As you turn, you can't help but feel a surge of confidence in how the thong frames your ass—round, smooth, feminine. It clings to your curves in all the right ways. Feeling daring, you reach back with your left thumb, gently pulling the left side of the panties down just a little, exposing skin while keeping the thong perfectly in place over your backside. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/MCFund.jpg" height=500></div> <<AlexandraTalk "Mmm, very nice. You’re really getting into this, aren’t you?">> You feel a rush of pride at her words, standing there, showing off. In this moment, you feel powerful, like you’re owning the role she’s placing you in. Feminine, sensual, and desired. But then, <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> tone shifts slightly, her gaze moving lower. <<AlexandraTalk "Turn back around now darling.">> You turn, facing her now, a flicker of uncertainty replacing the confidence you had a moment ago. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> expression hardens just a little as she examines the small bulge in the front of your thong. <<AlexandraTalk "Hmm... That won't do. You need to be smooth… seamless. It is not lady like to have a bulge, isn't it darling?">> You blink, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks as her meaning sinks in. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> ever the dominant force, doesn’t let your hesitation slide. She stands up from the bed, her movements graceful and deliberate as she crosses the room toward you. <<AlexandraTalk "You want to be perfect, don’t you? To fit in seamlessly with the other girls, to be the beautiful sissy waitress I know you can be?">> You swallow hard, feeling the weight of her words. There’s something intoxicating about the way she speaks to you, the way she guides you. You nod slowly, your body already surrendering to her will. <<MCTalk "Y-Yes… I do…">> <<AlexandraTalk "I do, Ma'am?">> The correction sends a shiver down your spine, a soft reminder of your place. It makes everything feel more real, more intense. You swallow again, the word catching in your throat as your lips part. <<MCTalk "I do, Ma’am.">> <<AlexandraTalk "Good girl. Now, do as I say. You need to tuck. It’s simple, really. Just gently push everything back, and it will all disappear. Smooth and sleek, just like the other girls. Understand?">> Her voice is soothing, almost nurturing, and you feel yourself calming under her guidance, despite the strange and uncomfortable request. You glance down again at the small bulge, feeling the awkwardness of the situation but also the growing arousal that comes from the way she’s handling you. Your hands tremble slightly as you reach down, following her instructions. You gently push your tiny penis back, tucking everything carefully between your thighs, adjusting the thong as you go. The feeling is strange, unfamiliar, but as you look down, you see exactly what <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> was talking about. The bulge is gone. Your front is smooth, sleek, almost indistinguishable from the way a cis-woman might look. <<AlexandraTalk "There we go, darling. Much better. It wasn't hard to hide that little thing, was it?">> Her words are teasing, and though they sting slightly, you can’t deny the pride you feel at finally meeting her expectations. You stand a little straighter, your confidence bolstered by her approval. <<MCTalk "No Ma'am.">> [[Alexandra needs to do your make-up.|AndreMeet6][$p=7]] <<elseif $p eq 7>> <<AlexandraTalk "We’re almost there, darling. But not quite. You can’t go out looking half-done, can you?">> She gestures toward a small vanity by the side of the room. With a graceful but commanding hand, she motions for you to sit. Your heart pounds as you comply, still feeling the odd mix of excitement and trepidation. You lower yourself onto the plush stool, your thong-clad bottom pressing softly against the fabric, and you glance up at her in the mirror as she begins gathering makeup supplies. <<AlexandraTalk "You need to be flawless, my sissy waitress.">> Her words send a shiver down your spine, and you watch as she picks up a foundation brush, her fingers moving with practiced precision. The moment the cool bristles touch your skin, you feel yourself relax just a little more. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> presence is magnetic, soothing in its dominance. She works quickly but carefully, blending the foundation over your face, smoothing out your features until your skin looks flawless. Next comes a soft blush, bringing a delicate color to your cheeks, followed by a shimmering highlight that catches the light when you move. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> hums softly as she works, applying eyeliner with sharp precision and darkening your lashes with a few coats of mascara. <<AlexandraTalk "There… your eyes are much more expressive now. So soft, so inviting.">> You blink, trying to adjust to the new weight of the makeup on your face. When you finally catch your reflection in the mirror, your breath hitches. <<AlexandraTalk "Almost perfect, but we still need to do something with this. A neat little ponytail should do it. Simple, yet elegant.">> With a few swift motions, she ties your hair back, leaving it smooth and sleek, trailing down your back in a high ponytail. You barely recognize yourself. The feminine face staring back at you looks so delicate, so polished. <<AlexandraTalk "Now <<if $heelpractice gte 3>>you’re perfect.<<else>>you look perfect.<</if>> My lovely sissy waitress.">> Her words make your heart flutter, and for a moment, you feel a sense of pride swell within you. The sight of yourself—a soft, delicate vision in makeup, heels, and a semi sheer thong—fills you with a strange mix of pride and excitement. You don’t just look the part; you are the part. [[But before you can fully settle into the moment, the door swings open.|AndreMeet6][$p=8]] <<elseif $p eq 8>> <<AndreTalk "What…?">> His voice catches, a rare crack in his ever-commanding tone. He freezes, unable to process the sight before him. His eyes sweep over you, lingering on every detail—the tucked-away front, the curve of your hips in the thong, your long legs accentuated by the heels, and your perfectly made-up face. For a moment, <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, always so collected, can’t find the words. He blinks, staring at you in stunned disbelief. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/MCFund3.jpg" height=500></div> <<AndreTalk "This… is… $name?">> His voice stutters over your name, and it’s clear from his expression that he’s struggling to reconcile the image of you in his mind with the reality standing before him. <<AndreTalk "Alexandra told me about this... part of you. I didn’t believe her—until now.">> He’s shaken, and the shock in his voice stirs something deep inside you. Seeing this strong, powerful man so visibly affected by your appearance sends a jolt of strange pride through you. You feel small and vulnerable under his gaze, but also desired. There’s no disgust in his tone—only a surprised admiration that makes your pulse race. <<AndreTalk "You… look… incredible. I didn’t expect this. But… I see why Alexandra was so proud of you.">> The knot of anxiety in your stomach loosens just a little, replaced by a warm sensation at his praise. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>—the man who exudes confidence and dominance—seems almost at a loss for words, and it only makes you feel more powerful, more in control in your own strange way. As <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> eyes rake over your body, lingering on the curve of your hips and the thong, your gaze dips lower—down to his crotch. For a fleeting moment, you imagine his cock right there, exposed, like it had been when you watched them before. Your pulse quickens, and your body reacts instinctively, a mix excitement undeniable arousal making you feel even smaller, more vulnerable under his gaze. You fear they will notice your reaction but thankfully today their focus is elsewhere. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/AndreBBC2.jpg" height=500></div> <<AlexandraTalk "See? I told you, Andre. She’s my perfect little sissy. Ready to serve today’s most important guests. Look at her—so soft, so delicate. Isn’t she perfect?">> <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> nods, his eyes still fixed on you, lingering on the smooth, tucked front, the ponytail, and your perfectly painted face. He exhales slowly, as if trying to collect himself. <<AndreTalk "There’s one thing. We can’t have her going by $name today, can we? It’s too… masculine. Doesn’t suit her.">> <mc><i>She? They are both calling me a girl...</i></mc> <<AlexandraTalk "Ah, of course. We can’t have her going by $name today, can we? It’s too… masculine. It doesn’t fit her anymore.">> Your heart skips a beat as you realize what they’re talking about. Your name. The name you’ve had all your life now feels out of place, at odds with the person standing in this room, tucked away in a thong, ready to serve. The room seems to close in on you for a moment, but <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> voice pulls you back, firm but supportive. <<AlexandraTalk "He’s right, darling. You need a name that matches how beautiful and feminine you look.">> You swallow hard, the weight of the decision pressing on you. A new name… a pretty name. One that fits the beautiful, feminine image staring back at you in the mirror. You take a deep breath, feeling the thrill of the moment, and search for the words that will complete your transformation for today. <<textbox "$femname" "Lena">> Anderson <b>Disclaimer: This will be your name in the future, choose wisely!</b> <<link[[Tell them your new, feminine name.|AndreMeet6]]>><<set $p to 9>><<set $femnameactive to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 9>> You take a deep breath, your voice soft but sure as you speak the name that now feels right for the person staring back at you in the mirror. <<MCTalk "It’s… $femname. My name, for today, is $femname.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/MCFund2.jpg" height=500></div> There’s a pause, and then a smile spreads across <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> face, proud and approving. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, still standing in shock, processes your words, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer before he straightens, regaining some of his usual confidence. <<AndreTalk "$femname… it suits you. I have to take care of some things before the guests arrive, but… you’ll be perfect tonight, $femname.">> His eyes sweep over you one last time, the appreciation and surprise still evident before he gives <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> a quick nod and exits the room. The door closes softly behind him, leaving you alone with <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, your heart pounding from the intensity of it all. You let out a shaky breath, still standing in front of the mirror, trying to process everything. You’ve never seen <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> like that—hesitant, even vulnerable in your presence. A man like him, someone so powerful, so desired by everyone, and yet… you made him stutter. You made him pause, uncertain and speechless in a way you never imagined possible. The realization hits you like a wave. For the past month, you’ve been consumed by feelings of inadequacy—feeling small, sexually insufficient, unworthy of the women around you. But now… now something is shifting. There’s a surge of power in your veins, a thrill you’ve never felt before. The control, the effect you had on him—it’s intoxicating. <<AlexandraTalk "Did you see that? Did you feel it $femname? One of the most powerful, desired men in this city. He drowns in pussy, he gets this anytime he wants yet you made him stutter.">> She points towards her body, her words send another rush of excitement through you, the memory of <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> stunned expression replaying in your mind. You made him stutter. You—$femname—had that effect on him. <<MCTalk "I did...">> <<AlexandraTalk "You have <<if $heelpractice gte 3>>something<<else>> the potential to be<</if>> special, darling. Now, let’s finish getting you ready. The guests will be arriving soon and you are needed alongside the others.">> You nod, barely able to contain the rush of emotion coursing through you as you begin dressing. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> watches as you slide into the tight black pencil skirt, the fabric hugging your hips, accentuating every curve. You pull on the white blouse, buttoning it up and tucking it into the skirt, smoothing the fabric down as <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> eyes roam over you approvingly. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/MCFund5.jpg" height=600></div> <<AlexandraTalk "You look stunning, $femname. And I can see it in your eyes—you feel it too, don’t you?">> You nod, a small smile playing on your lips. You do feel it. The confidence, the power, the allure. It’s all there, simmering beneath the surface, ready to be unleashed today. <<MCTalk "Yes Ma'am.">> [[Join the other waitresses in the grand hall.|AndreMeet6][$p=10]] <<elseif $p eq 10>> After mingling with the waitresses for a while and getting ready for the fundraiser the time has come! Bright morning light pours through the villa’s large windows, illuminating the extravagant scene below. Outside, luxury cars pull up one after another—Lamborghinis, Ferraris, Rolls-Royces—each more opulent than the last. As the guests step out, they radiate wealth and privilege, their movements confident, their conversations filled with laughter and whispered deals. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Fundraiser5.jpg" height=500></div> Inside, the air is thick with anticipation. Women glide across the floor in designer gowns, the fabric clinging to their curves or already revealing their swimsuits for the poolside festivities later in the day. Diamonds and sapphires sparkle around their necks and wrists, competing only with the sunlight streaming through the windows. The men are no less impressive, dressed in tailored suits, their watches gleaming gold and platinum as they mingle and exchange greetings. [[And then, as if on cue, all eyes turn to the grand staircase at the far end of the room.|AndreMeet6][$p=11]] <<elseif $p eq 11>> Slowly, elegantly, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> begin their descent. Arm in arm, they move like royalty, exuding an aura of power and sophistication that demands attention. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, dressed in a sleek black suit that fits him like a second skin, looks like the richest lawyer in the city. His dark hair is perfectly styled, his jawline sharp as ever. With each step, his confidence and dominance radiate throughout the hall, and you can feel the subtle shift in energy as people take notice of him. But if <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> is commanding, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> is nothing short of mesmerizing. She wears a stunning black dress that hugs her voluptuous figure, the deep neckline showing just enough to leave everyone wanting more, while the rest of the dress flows elegantly down her body, shimmering as it catches the light. Her curves are accentuated with each step, and the subtle, knowing smile on her lips makes it clear she is fully aware of the effect she has on the room. Together, they look untouchable. The power couple. The ultimate hosts of the city's elite. The guests can't help but pause in their conversations, their eyes drawn to the couple as they make their way down the grand stairs with perfect poise. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/AlexandraFund8.jpg" height=500></div> <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> arm loops through <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre>, and they move with such synchronization, it is as though they were born for this moment. The ease with which they command the room, their aura of wealth and control, makes them stand out even in a gathering of the city’s most powerful. They exchange glances, smiling as if they share a private joke—one that only people at their level could understand. As they reach the bottom of the stairs, they separate, turning towards the grand entrance of the villa. Guests continue to pour in, and the couple moves to greet them with welcoming smiles, their charm and grace never faltering. And as you stand there, you can’t help but feel a mix of admiration and intimidation. This is their world, a world of power and prestige—and for today, you are a part of it. [[They start welcoming the guests as you serve champagne.|AndreMeet6][$p=12]] <<elseif $p eq 12>> As you serve champagne, <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> move gracefully from guest to guest, offering warm welcomes, laughter, and handshakes. Their poise is effortless, their presence magnetic, but the anticipation in the air seems to build toward something—or someone. And then, as if on cue, the low growl of an engine fills the space, louder and more commanding than any car before it. Heads turn in unison, and you can feel the shift in energy even before you see him. <jordan>Mr. Douglas</jordan> arrives. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Jordan.jpg" height=500></div> His entrance is nothing short of cinematic. The doors open, and he steps into the villa with an ease that immediately commands attention. He’s tall, his broad shoulders filling out the perfectly tailored suit like it was crafted from pure elegance. And that smile—warm yet laced with an undeniable confidence, the kind only a man like <jordan>Mr. Douglas</jordan> could wear. He exudes power, the kind that’s not forced, but natural, as if the world around him bends simply because he wills it to. Your breath hitches in your throat. He’s far more handsome than you imagined, you would vote for him... As he moves, the sea of guests opens effortlessly for him, like he’s royalty in their midst. His gaze sweeps across the room, assessing, charming, and then, for the briefest moment, his eyes land on you. Time slows. <jordan>Mr. Douglas'</jordan> eyes linger for a second longer than necessary, and when he finally moves on, you’re left standing there, your heart pounding in your chest. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Jordan2.jpg" height=500></div> He approaches <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, and the sight of the three of them together is staggering. The very air seems to hum around them, charged with power, wealth, and influence. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, commanding as ever, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, radiant and seductive, and now <jordan>Mr. Douglas</jordan>, adding an almost regal presence to the trio. They exchange greetings with the ease of longtime friends, their words lost to the background noise of the gathering, but the familiarity between them is undeniable. You continue to serve the crowd, though your attention never fully strays from them. Then, with a casual authority, <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> turns to address the gathering. His voice cuts through the low murmur of conversations, instantly commanding attention. <<AndreTalk "Ladies and gentlemen, let’s move this party to the pool area, where the real fun begins.">> A ripple of excitement spreads through the crowd as people begin to move. [[You follow, heart still racing, knowing this is only the beginning of what promises to be an unforgettable day.|AndreMeet6][$p=13]] <<elseif $p eq 13>><<set $fundmorning to 0>> The party shifts to the pool area, the sun reflecting off the shimmering water as guests gather around, mingling with drinks in hand. Apart from the rich people in gowns and suits there are also young girls wearing tiny bikinis in and around the pool. You guess it is the handiwork of <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> to keep men aroused and happy. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Fundraiser3.jpg" height=400></div> You continue to serve champagne, <<if $heelpractice gte 3>>your tray balanced expertly as you move from one guest to another.<<else>>you are having a hard time working efficiently with the high heels but the guests are too busy with themselves to notice.<</if>> Laughter fills the air, the clinking of glasses blending with the murmur of conversations about wealth, business, and politics. The scent of luxury perfumes and expensive colognes drifts on the breeze, adding to the overwhelming opulence of the event. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Fundraiser.jpg"></div> As you make your rounds, your gaze catches sight of <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> near the pool. She’s no longer in her elegant black dress; instead, she’s now adorned in a striking black bikini that clings to her voluptuous figure, leaving little to the imagination. The deep neckline accentuates her huge cleavage, and the gold accents on the bikini gleam under the sun. A thick golden chain rests around her hips, emphasizing the curve of her waist, while golden bracelets glint on her wrists. In her hand, she holds a glass of champagne, her nails perfectly manicured, as always. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/AlexandraFund3.jpg" height=600></div> She’s breathtaking. Your breath catches in your throat, and for a moment, you freeze, unable to tear your eyes away from her. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> notices you almost immediately, her gaze locking onto yours. There’s a knowing smile on her lips, one that sends a shiver down your spine. She raises her champagne glass slightly, beckoning you over. You swallow hard, feeling a rush of nerves, and approach her cautiously. The closer you get, the more her presence overwhelms you. Her beauty, her power—it’s undeniable, and in this moment, she feels completely untouchable. You stand before her, unsure of what to say, your voice caught in your throat. <<AlexandraTalk "You’re doing well, darling. But I expect nothing less than perfection today. Make sure our guests have lots of alcohol. We’ll have a chat later... when this party dies down.">> The words send a chill down your spine, and you nod, barely able to manage a response. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> gaze lingers on you for a moment longer before she turns her attention back to the party, as if dismissing you with a simple glance. [[Serve the guests!|AndreMeet6][$p="Hub"]] <<elseif $p eq "Hub">> <<if $time eq 1>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Fundraiser6.jpg" height=400></div> <div style="text-align:center"> <table style="width:100%"> <tr> <td><b>You can choose three of the following five options within the time limit:</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td><<if $fundwaitress.has('KiraWilliam')>>[[Head inside to get more champagne from the kitchen|AndreMeet6][$p="KiraWilliam"]]<<else>>You have already brought more champagne.<</if>></td> </tr> <tr> <td><<if $fundwaitress.has('Bribe')>>[[Serve the men in suits in the secluded corner.|AndreMeet6][$p="Bribe"]]<<else>>You have already served the men in the secluded corner.<</if>></td> </tr> <tr> <td><<if $fundwaitress.has('Benoit')>>[[Serve the handsome man talking with the bikini girls.|AndreMeet6][$p="Benoit"]]<<else>>You have already served the handsome man.<</if>></td> </tr> <tr> <td><<if $fundwaitress.has('Alexandra')>>[[Serve Alexandra.|AndreMeet6][$p="Alexandra"]]<<else>>You have already served Alexandra.<</if>></td> </tr> <tr> <td><<if $fundwaitress.has('SexConq')>>[[Serve the group of older men.|AndreMeet6][$p="SexConq"]]<<else>>You have already served the older men.<</if>></td> </tr> </table> </div> <<elseif $time eq 2>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Fundraiser7.jpg" height=400></div> <div style="text-align:center"> <table style="width:100%"> <tr> <td><b>You can choose three of the following options within the time limit:</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td><<if $fundwaitress.has('Insider')>>[[Serve the group of businessmen.|AndreMeet6][$p="Insider"]]<<else>>You have already served the group of businessmen.<</if>></td> </tr> <tr> <td><<if $heelpractice gte 3 and $fundwaitress.has('Jordan')>>[[Serve Mr. Douglas.|AndreMeet6][$p="Jordan"]]<<elseif $heelpractice lt 3>>Alexandra instructed you to stay away from Mr. Douglas.<<elseif !$fundwaitress.has('Jordan')>>You have already served Mr. Douglas.<</if>></td> </tr> <tr> <td><<if $fundwaitress.has('William')>>[[Serve the group lounging by the pool.|AndreMeet6][$p="William"]]<<else>>You were harassed by a man there...<</if>></td> </tr> <tr> <td><<if $fundwaitress.has('DrunkWoman')>>[[Help the drunk woman.|AndreMeet6][$p="DrunkWoman"]]<<else>>You have already helped the drunk woman.<</if>></td> </tr> <tr> <td><<if $fundwaitress.has('Mia')>>[[Serve the bikini girls.|AndreMeet6][$p="Mia"]]<<else>>You have already served the bikini girls.<</if>></td> </tr> </table> </div> <</if>> <<elseif $p eq "KiraWilliam">><<set $fundmorning +=1>> You head inside the villa, making your way towards the kitchen to grab a few more bottles of champagne for the guests. You head inside the villa, leaving the vibrant poolside behind, the sounds of laughter and water splashing gradually fading into the background. You’ve got a task in mind—retrieving some more champagne from the kitchen—but as you step through the grand hallway, something unexpected catches your attention. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/KiraFund4.jpg" height=400></div> Ahead, near the base of the staircase, you spot <kira>Kira</kira>, <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> striking secretary. She’s dressed in a sundress, her deep brown skin glowing against the soft lighting of the villa. She walks with a confident sway, her heels clicking softly against the floor, and by her side a wealthy guest you’ve seen earlier. He’s a tall, well-built man in his 40s, sharply dressed in an expensive suit that hugs his bulky frame. There's something between them—a silent understanding that draws your eyes in their direction. They share a glance, a secret exchange, before they make their way upstairs. <kira>Kira</kira> laughs at something the man says, and his hand lightly rests on her butt as they disappear around the corner. You hesitate, torn between curiosity and professionalism. But the curiosity wins. Quietly, you follow them, your pulse quickening with each step. You ascend the stairs and approach the hallway where they vanished. The door to one of the bedrooms is slightly ajar, and through the crack, you catch a glimpse of them. Inside, <kira>Kira</kira> is already slipping out of her dress, revealing her lingerie—a delicate red set that hugs her youthful figure. The man watches her intently, his eyes darkening with lust as she moves gracefully, her every gesture dripping with sensuality. She smiles seductively, her lips parting as she approaches him, her confidence in full bloom. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/KiraFund.jpg" height=400></div> <kira>Kira</kira> moves toward him, her eyes never leaving his, and as she runs a hand down his chest, she begins unbuttoning his shirt with a slow, deliberate rhythm. He allows it, his breath hitching as her fingers graze his skin. You watch, transfixed, as they strip each other down. He’s not as massive as <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, but still impressive in his own right. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/KiraFund2.jpg" height=400></div> From your hidden vantage point your heart races as you watch them, knowing full well you shouldn’t. But it’s impossible to look away. There’s something intoxicating about the contrast—the rich, deep brown of <kira>Kira's</kira> skin against the man’s pale complexion. It draws you in, color contrast turns out is a huge turn on for you regardless. The way <kira>Kira</kira> looks up at him, the submissive eagerness in her eyes, makes the scene even more compelling. <kira>Kira</kira> straddles the man’s lap. She grinds slowly against him, her hips rolling as she takes control. Her moans mix with the man’s low groans as she rides him, her hands on his chest for balance. His grip tightens on her ass as she picks up speed, and you can see the pleasure etched on both their faces. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/KiraFund3.jpg" height=400></div> You feel a mix of emotions flood over you—arousal, curiosity, confusion. But it’s the power dynamic, the way <kira>Kira</kira> moves with such control yet radiates submission, that holds you in place. It’s raw, passionate, and, for reasons you can’t fully explain, you find yourself drawn in by the contrast between them. The color of their skin, the undeniable difference in age and wealth—all of it makes the scene before you even more hypnotic. Finally, the intensity of what you’re witnessing becomes too much. You step back from the door, slipping away before either of them notices. But as you make your way back down the hall, your mind is spinning. You weren’t just a voyeur to their secret rendezvous—you were captivated by it, in ways that leave you feeling unsettled and intrigued. <<if $fundmorning eq 3>>[[Return to pool area.|AndreMeet6][$p="JordanSpeech"]] <<else>><<link[[Return to pool area.|AndreMeet6]]>><<set $p to "Hub">><<drop $fundwaitress "KiraWilliam" 1>><</link>><</if>> <<elseif $p eq "Bribe">><<set $fundmorning +=1>> As you glide through the crowd with a tray of champagne flutes, the murmurs of conversation swirl around you—light-hearted chatter, laughter, and the occasional clinking of glasses. The poolside party is in full swing, but as you approach a more secluded corner of the gathering, the tone shifts. Two men, both dressed in impeccable suits despite the heat, are standing apart from the larger crowd, their conversation hushed but intense. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Fundraiser8.jpg"></div> One of them is a businessman with silver hair and sharp, calculating eyes. The other, a politician you vaguely recognize from the local news. You hadn’t paid much attention to him before, but now, with them standing so close, their conversation draws you in, despite the low volume of their voices. <b>“...look, if you can push through the zoning changes, the contract’s yours,”</b> the businessman says, his voice smooth but with a hint of tension. He takes a sip from his drink, watching the politician closely. <b>“We’ll make sure your campaign is well-funded. You’ll be set for the next election.”</b> The politician nods, wiping his brow, his eyes darting around as if to make sure no one is eavesdropping. You step closer, pretending to rearrange the drinks on your tray as you catch more of their exchange. <b>“The zoning? That’s complicated, there’ll be pushback, but… I can make it happen. You get your construction deal if I get the backing I need.”</b> He pauses, then adds. <b>“But I’ll need assurances that this won’t blow back on me.”</b> The businessman chuckles, a low, confident sound. <b>"It won't. Just get it through. No one’s going to ask questions."</b> You feel a chill run down your spine, realizing you’re overhearing something far more serious than casual party banter. This isn’t just small talk. This is an illegal and unethical negotiation, worth more than millions. You can’t help but feel a pang of unease. This is the darker side of the world you're starting to glimpse. Behind the glamour and luxury, deals are made in the shadows, driven by greed and ambition. The kind of deals that could shift entire cities, yet happen over whispered promises at poolside parties. You don't know if the zoning will make poor people homeless, if it will drive them out of the city for gentrification. Still, you feel bad about how these backdeals shape countless people's lives! As you stand there, tray in hand, you suddenly see this world for what it is: a place where power, wealth, and corruption are intertwined. And despite your role as a server at this party, you’re now privy to the secrets that fuel it all. <<if $fundmorning eq 3>>[[Return to pool area.|AndreMeet6][$p="JordanSpeech"]] <<else>><<link[[Return to pool area.|AndreMeet6]]>><<set $p to "Hub">><<drop $fundwaitress "Bribe" 1>><</link>><</if>> <<elseif $p eq "Alexandra">><<set $fundmorning +=1>> As you approach <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, balancing the tray of drinks, you feel her presence before you even reach her. She looks effortlessly stunning, her golden bracelets and the glinting chain around her hips catching the sunlight. Her bikini, black and expensive, hugs her curves in all the right places, commanding as much attention as she does with the golden parts. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/AlexandraFund5.jpg" height=600></div> She gestures toward her half-empty champagne glass without so much as glancing in your direction. You step forward to pour, <<if $heelpractice neq 5>>trying to maintain your balance on the poolside in your heels. It’s not easy—the uneven ground and the heels make every step feel like a delicate balancing act.<</if>> You refill her glass, your fingers brushing hers lightly. <<AlexandraTalk "Thank you, darling. <<if $heelpractice gte 3>>I knew you would pull this job off. I'm proud of you.<<else>>Hold on! Your posture, it’s off. You’re walking too carefully in those heels. Loosen up, but don’t slouch.<</if>>">> Her tone is smooth, authoritative, with a hint of teasing. You feel a shiver travel down your spine as her gaze lingers on you for a moment. <<MCTalk "Thank you Ma'am.">> You’re in the midst of a group of women, all of them lounging comfortably in their bikinis, their laughter mingling with the sound of splashing water and distant conversations. They each take champagne glasses from your tray, offering you brief smiles as they do. One of the women, a striking blonde in a vibrant green bikini, draws your attention. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/KaydenFund.jpg" height=600></div> There’s something about the way she carries herself, her confidence radiating as she laughs at a comment made by one of the others. As you serve the last glass, you catch snippets of their conversation, learning more about this woman—the wife of a wealthy man, here to network and socialize like the others. <<if $fundwaitress.has ('KiraWilliam')>>Just then, you hear footsteps behind you, and turning slightly, you see a handsome man approaching. His presence commands attention immediately. Without missing a beat, he steps up to his wife, his hand resting possessively on her shoulder. <b>"Kayden come with me. There are some people I want to introduce you to."</b> Kayden glances up at him, her expression shifting into one of calm acknowledgment. She stands up gracefully, casting a brief smile in your direction before turning to follow the man. He leads her away, his hand now resting on the small of her back as they move toward another group of guests. <<else>>Just then, you hear footsteps behind you, and turning slightly, you see the man who fucked <kira>Kira</kira> upstairs approaching. His presence commands attention immediately. Without missing a beat, he steps up to his wife, his hand resting possessively on her shoulder. <b>"Kayden come with me. There are some people I want to introduce you to."</b> Kayden glances up at him, her expression shifting into one of calm acknowledgment. She stands up gracefully, casting a brief smile in your direction before turning to follow the man. He leads her away, his hand now resting on the small of her back as they move toward another group of guests. <</if>> <<if $fundmorning eq 3>>[[Return to pool area.|AndreMeet6][$p="JordanSpeech"]] <<else>><<link[[Return to pool area.|AndreMeet6]]>><<set $p to "Hub">><<drop $fundwaitress "Alexandra" 1>><</link>><</if>> <<elseif $p eq "Benoit">><<set $fundmorning +=1>> As you glide across the event, balancing a tray of champagne flutes and delicate sweets, you spot a tall, handsome black man in his late 30s standing by the pool's edge. His presence commands attention without even trying—his posture relaxed yet confident, his tailored suit perfectly fitted to his muscular frame. You approach him with a polite smile, offering the tray of champagne. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Benoit.jpg"></div> <<MCTalk "Champagne, sir?">> He glances at you, his eyes flicking up and down with subtle admiration. A smile curls on his lips, effortlessly charming as he takes a flute from the tray. <b>Don’t mind if I do. And what’s this?"</b> <<MCTalk "A selection of imported chocolates and truffles, sir.">> He plucks one from the tray, his eyes never leaving yours. <b>You’ve got a real grace about you. I can tell when someone’s good at their job. And you’re good, no doubt about that."</b> <<MCTalk "Thank you sir.">> <b>"Let me indtroduce myself. I'm Benoit Gladstone, ever been to a Creamart?"</b> <<MCTalk "Of course sir, there's one in town.">> <b>"I own the Creamart chain actually and I could use someone like you at one of my shops. Creamart could use someone with your... talents."</b> His tone is light, teasing, but there’s a hint of sincerity behind his words. Before you can respond, a familiar voice cuts through the conversation. <<AlexandraTalk "Oh, I’m afraid she’s spoken for.">> You turn just in time to see <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> stepping forward, her presence as magnetic as ever, wearing that knowing smile you’ve come to recognize. She rests a casual but firm hand on your lower back, possessive yet elegant in her demeanor. <<AlexandraTalk "I don’t loan her out, Benoit. I'm grooming her to perfection and she will make me lots of money, right darling?">> Benoit chuckles softly, the kind of laugh that’s equal parts charming and disarming, his eyes flashing with intrigue as he glances between you and <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. <b>"Ah, well, I can’t blame you for that. Good talent is hard to find. Seems like you’ve got yourself a real gem."</b> <<AlexandraTalk "You know me, Benoit. I only surround myself with the best. <<if $heelpractice lt 3>>$femname has some practice to do but I'm sure she will be perfect.<</if>>">> <b>"I see, but should you ever get tired of all this... perfection, you’ve got a place at Creamart. I’ll make sure of that."</b> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Fundraiser2.jpg"></div> Before <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> can interject again, Benoit reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a sleek black business card. He holds it out to you, a subtle smile playing at the corners of his mouth. <b>"In case you change your mind."</b> You hesitate only for a second before <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> gives you the slightest nod. You take the card, feeling the weight of it in your hand, your heart racing slightly as you slip it into your apron pocket. Benoit takes one last sip of his champagne, giving you a parting glance that lingers just a second too long. As he walks away, you can feel <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> eyes on you, her grip on your back tightening for just a moment before she relaxes. <<AlexandraTalk "Good girl, you are showing your potential. But your chances are the greatest with me.">> There's an edge of possessiveness in her voice, and yet... you can't deny the small rush of excitement that surges through you. <<if $fundmorning eq 3>>[[Return to pool area.|AndreMeet6][$p="JordanSpeech"]] <<else>><<link[[Return to pool area.|AndreMeet6]]>><<set $p to "Hub">><<drop $fundwaitress "Benoit" 1>><</link>><</if>> <<elseif $p eq "SexConq">><<set $fundmorning +=1>> <<MCTalk "Champagne?">> You offer politely, extending the tray with a well-practiced smile. The men look up, and instantly, their gazes fixate on you—not with the polite, distant curiosity you’ve encountered before, but with something else. Something more predatory. They check out your legs and one of them even get behind you to check your ass. <b>"Well, aren’t you a pretty little thing?"</b> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Fundraiser9.jpg" height=600></div> One of them drawls, his eyes lingering on your legs and the curve of your hips under the skirt. He takes a glass from the tray but doesn’t break eye contact, his grin widening. Another man, older with graying hair and a diamond-encrusted watch, chuckles. <b>"Bet you’ve got all the men here wrapped around your finger, don’t you, sweetheart?"</b> You try to brush off the comment with a polite smile, but the intensity of their stares makes your skin crawl. <<MCTalk "Just doing my job, sir.">> <b>"Oh, I’m sure you’re good at a lot more than just serving drinks. Maybe I could hire you for some private service."</b> The first man laughs, low and suggestive, clearly enjoying the game. His hand hovers near your hip, and your body stiffens instinctively. He pulls it back, but the insinuation is unmistakable. Another man speaks up, clearly not wanting to miss out on the moment. <b>"How about it? You’d make a fine personal waitress, wouldn’t you? I’d pay you more than you’re making here, I can guarantee that."</b> A chorus of laughter follows, and you stand there, feeling a mix of disgust and discomfort rising in your chest. Their eyes roam over you like you’re a piece of property, a toy for them to gawk at, and the casual lewdness of their comments makes you want to recoil. It’s not just the words—it’s the way they look at you, the assumption that you’re there for their amusement. You smile through the tension, pretending to remain unfazed, but inside, you’re seething. As you nod politely and move away, you can’t help but compare them to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. He’s a powerful man, too—wealthy, influential, and surrounded by the same luxurious world these men inhabit—but he’s never made you feel this way. He’s commanding and dominant, yes, but there’s a level of respect in the way he treats you, even when he teases or exerts his control. He doesn’t leer, doesn’t strip away your dignity with a few careless words. It’s a strange realization, one that stirs something warm in your chest as you escape the group of predators and rejoin the flow of the party. <<if $fundmorning eq 3>>[[Return to pool area.|AndreMeet6][$p="JordanSpeech"]] <<else>><<link[[Return to pool area.|AndreMeet6]]>><<set $p to "Hub">><<drop $fundwaitress "SexConq" 1>><</link>><</if>> <<elseif $p eq "JordanSpeech">> With a subtle but powerful voice, <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> deep voice cuts through the chatter. <<AndreTalk "Ladies and gentlemen, if I could have your attention, please.">> The crowd quiets, and instinctively, your heart skips a beat. You freeze in place, trying to make yourself as small as possible, avoiding eye contact with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. He stands by the pool, his hand outstretched, gesturing to the man of the hour—<jordan>Mr. Douglas</jordan>. The man who could be the next governor. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Jordan3.jpg" height=500></div> <jordan>Mr. Douglas</jordan> steps forward, commanding the space effortlessly. He’s tall, broad-shouldered, and handsome, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit that hugs his frame with precision. His presence alone seems to draw everyone in, including you. You find yourself staring, as if his mere appearance pulls at something deep within you, demanding your attention. <<JordanTalk "Thank you, Andre, for this spectacular event. And thank you all for being here today. It’s no secret that gatherings like this one are as much about community as they are about vision. We are here not just to support a campaign, but to invest in a future that benefits all of us.">> His tone is polished but sincere, striking a perfect balance between charm and authority. As you carefully pass a glass of champagne to a guest, your eyes remain locked on <jordan>Mr. Douglas</jordan>, every word from his mouth a gentle tug on your attention. <<JordanTalk "We live in times that are… complicated. Times where the line between progress and chaos can seem thin. But I believe, truly, that together we can shape a better, more prosperous future.">> He pauses, letting the weight of his words sink in before continuing, his voice lowering just enough to draw people in even more. <<JordanTalk "Now, I know many of you here today are business owners, investors, creators of industry. You’ve built your lives through hard work, ambition, and vision. And I’m here to tell you that my vision, my goals, align with yours. A prosperous society benefits us all—when we uplift others, we build a stronger foundation for our own future.">> His charismatic words have already drawn you in, but you notice a subtle shift among some of the wealthy and powerful guests. The applause from his initial comments dies down, and you hear low murmurs of discontent ripple through the crowd. A few businessmen exchange glances, eyebrows raised, as if uncomfortable with where the speech is heading. One older man in a crisp white suit leans over to his wife, grumbling under his breath. You catch snippets of the dissatisfied murmurs. <<JordanTalk "I understand that when we talk about change, about policies like affordable housing and supporting the community, it can sometimes feel like a threat. But let me remind you of what instability and chaos look like. You’ve seen it with your own eyes. The riots, the unrest of the past decade—those weren’t just random acts of violence. They were the symptoms of a society that has left too many people behind.">> The murmuring fades as his words hit home. People start paying closer attention. You feel the shift too, as <jordan>Mr. Douglas</jordan> presses on, his tone intensifying just slightly to convey the gravity of his message. <<JordanTalk "When people can’t afford to live, when they feel shut out of opportunity, it breeds resentment. Resentment leads to desperation, and desperation leads to chaos. You’ve built your lives through hard work, vision, and ambition. But none of that is safe when the very fabric of society is fraying at the edges.">> [[The uncomfortable grunts and shuffles have quieted now, replaced by thoughtful silence.|AndreMeet6][$p="JordanSpeech2"]] <<elseif $p eq "JordanSpeech2">><<set $fundevening to 0>> <<JordanTalk "That’s why my plan for affordable housing isn’t just about helping the underprivileged—it’s about stability for all of us. When people have a roof over their heads, when they can support their families, they contribute to the community. They become consumers, clients, employees, and partners. It’s a long-term investment in our future—your future.">> You watch as more heads nod in agreement now. The discomfort fades, replaced by thoughtful contemplation. The crowd, once restless, is back under <jordan>Mr. Douglas'</jordan> control. You can see the change in their faces—his logic is sinking in, his vision becoming theirs. <<JordanTalk "We need to support our local businesses, to ensure that they can thrive. When we keep the money in our communities, we create jobs, foster innovation, and ensure that the wealth we build together stays here, benefiting all of us. The state wide economy has been shrinking and business is shifting elsewhere with myopic policies and we have to stop that.">> The ripple of agreement grows stronger. His points are hitting home. He’s speaking to their wallets now, and you can feel the crowd responding. <<JordanTalk "But let me be clear. None of this will last unless we invest in our future. And our future—your future—is built on the foundation of education.">> You see <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> nodding. <<JordanTalk "Without a well-educated workforce, innovation stalls, businesses crumble, and we lose our edge. That’s why I plan to invest heavily in public schools, to make sure every student, regardless of background, has the chance to succeed. More scholarships for bright young minds, more support for our educators. The youth in our schools today are the innovators, the workers, and yes, the leaders of tomorrow. My dear friend Andre here gave scholarships to thousands of students with his Brown Fund. What are the consequences? Thousands of bright kids with underprivlieged families became lawyers, doctors, artists; productive members of our society, which benefit you at the end!">> <jordan>Mr. Douglas</jordan> lets that sink in for a moment before delivering the final punch. <<JordanTalk "When these students succeed, they don’t turn to crime. They don’t get radicalized. They don’t become burdens on society—they become contributors. They don't have to rely on government checks to live, I know you folks hate to see that!">> You hear chuckles and laughs in the crowd as most of the guests seem sold on his ideas. <<JordanTalk "Together, we can build a future that’s secure, prosperous, and built on the principles of opportunity and fairness. And that future will benefit us all.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Fundraiser10.jpg"></div> The applause swells, filling the space, and you find yourself clapping along, lost in the energy of the moment. <jordan>Mr. Douglas</jordan> stands tall, a smile on his face, knowing full well that he has captivated the room. <<link[[The speech ends and you have more work to do!|AndreMeet6]]>><<set $p to "Hub">><<set $time += 1>><<TimeDay>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq "Insider">><<set $fundevening +=1>> As you move between the guests, offering glasses of champagne and trays of hors d'oeuvres, snippets of conversation float in the air. Most of it is the usual rich-people talk—vacations, yachts, private jets—but something catches your ear. You’re standing by a group of well-dressed men lounging near the pool, their sunglasses gleaming in the sunlight. They seem relaxed, but their hushed tones signal something more serious beneath the surface. You linger nearby, pretending to adjust the tray, your curiosity piqued. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Fundraiser11.jpg" height=390></div> <b>"I’m telling you, if you get in now, you're going to quadruple your investment in two weeks, tops."</b> <b>"You sure about this, Darren? I've heard these rumors before."</b> Another man laughs, but it’s the kind of laugh that signals disbelief mixed with intrigue. Darren leans back, taking a slow sip of his champagne. <b>"This isn't a rumor. GenAICo is set to launch its new proprietary AI tech, and no one's prepared for how big it's going to be. I’ve seen the projections—it's going to change the game. We’re talking a complete overhaul of the industry. Anyone who’s got shares before the announcement is going to make a killing."</b> GenAICo! The name jumps out at you. You’ve heard of them in passing, maybe on a news ticker or overheard in a conversation at work, but nothing ever seemed important enough to remember—until now. As you move away from them, the conversation still rings in your ears. The way they spoke about it, with that assuredness, makes it hard to ignore. They were talking as if it was a sure thing, like they already knew what was going to happen. These men, with their insider knowledge, seemed to have the game rigged in their favor. Could you, too, get a piece of this? You don't have a lot of money, but what if you could scrape together enough to invest before this supposed launch? If these men were right, even a small investment could turn into something significant. <<if $fundevening eq 3>>[[Return to pool area.|AndreMeet6][$p=14]] <<else>><<link[[Return to pool area.|AndreMeet6]]>><<set $p to "Hub">><<drop $fundwaitress "Insider" 1>><</link>><</if>> <<elseif $p eq "Jordan">><<set $fundevening +=1>> <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> eyes flick toward you as you near them, his gaze calm and commanding as ever. <<AndreTalk "Ah, here she is. Jordan, let me introduce you to our last-minute waitress for today. She's a becoming a favorite of Alexandra at Amorous Whims.">> Your heart races as both men’s eyes land on you. You’ve been serving all day, but standing in front of them—these two powerful men, who command rooms effortlessly—makes you feel small, yet excited. You take a deep breath and step closer, offering the tray of food with as much grace as you can muster. Jordan turns toward you fully, his gaze steady and appraising. There's an intensity in his eyes that you can't quite place, a quiet confidence that seems to envelop him. <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> presence was already enough to make anyone feel exposed, but with both of them watching you, it’s like the room itself is leaning in to listen. <<AndreTalk "Jordan, meet $femname.">> He uses your <i>new name</i>, it feels a little foreign, but hearing it from <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> lips, it sounds…right. <jordan>Mr. Douglas'</jordan> eyes flicker with interest, and before you can fully register it, he rises slightly from his seat, his hand extending toward you. You freeze for a second, unsure of what to do—until <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> gives you the slightest nod of encouragement. <<JordanTalk "Pleasure to meet you, my dear. What a lovely addition to today’s event.">> <jordan>Mr. Douglas</jordan> says smoothly, his deep voice laced with charm as he takes your hand. His fingers are warm, and he leans forward to press a gentle kiss to the back of your hand—a gesture that feels both chivalrous and intimate. The way his lips brush your skin makes your pulse quicken. If your tiny little penis wasn't tucked, it could get hard now. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Jordan4.jpg"></div> <<MCTalk "Thank you sir. After your speech I will be voting for you.">> <<AndreTalk "Of course you will $femname. Jordan is an old friend, one of the few men in this world I trust implicitly.">> <jordan>Mr. Douglas</jordan> chuckles, releasing your hand slowly, but his gaze lingers a moment longer than necessary. <<JordanTalk "High praise coming from this man.">> You can feel yourself standing straighter, the earlier nervousness fading as you take in their presence. There’s an unspoken language between them, a mutual respect that amplifies the weight they carry, not just at this party but in the world beyond. It’s impossible not to be drawn into it, to feel the magnetic pull of their confidence and control. <<if $fundevening eq 3>>[[Return to pool area.|AndreMeet6][$p=14]] <<else>><<link[[Return to pool area.|AndreMeet6]]>><<set $p to "Hub">><<drop $fundwaitress "Jordan" 1>><</link>><</if>> <<elseif $p eq "William">><<set $fundevening +=1>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/MCFund6.jpg" height=500></div> You’re carrying a tray of drinks, making rounds to the various guests lounging by the pool, and out of the corner of your eye, you notice a man’s slow approach.<<if !$fundwaitress.has ('KiraWilliam')>>He is the man who fucked Kira upstairs.<</if>>His eyes follow your every move as you bend slightly to offer champagne to a couple by the water, your skirt hiking up just enough to reveal a teasing glimpse of your thighs. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/WilliamFund.jpg" height=500></div> When you straighten up, he’s already standing next to you. He holds up his empty glass, signaling that he wants another drink. He asks for champagne, his voice low and full of a certain casual arrogance. You obey to his demand, quickly reaching for a fresh glass from the tray. As you hand it to him, his fingers brush against yours deliberately, lingering just a bit too long. His touch sends an unexpected shiver up your spine, and for a moment, you catch a knowing look in his eyes. William’s hand lands softly on your ass, not gripping but resting there—firm, deliberate, and undeniably inappropriate. The fabric of your skirt barely shifts, but you can feel the heat of his palm through the thin material. It’s not forceful, not a grab, but a test. His hand just lingers, as though he’s waiting to see how you’ll respond, almost daring you to react. <<link[[Stop him.|AndreMeet6]]>><<set $p to "William2">><<set $fundwilliam to 0>><</link>> <<link[[Do Nothing.|AndreMeet6]]>><<set $p to "William2">><<set $fundwilliam to 1>><</link>> <<link[[Encourage him.|AndreMeet6]]>><<set $p to "William2">><<set $fundwilliam to 2>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq "William2">> <<if $fundwilliam eq 0>> As soon as you feel his hand grab your ass, you instinctively jerk away, stepping out of his reach. The tray rattles slightly in your hands as you take a sharp breath. <<MCTalk "Don't!">> You say firmly, meeting his eyes with a look of defiance. His eyebrows shoot up in surprise, it is clear he is used to getting his way. He didn’t expect resistance, not from you, not here. His hand falls to his side, and after a brief, tense moment, he laughs. It's an arrogant laugh, like he's not used to being turned down, but he doesn't push further. <b>"Suit yourself!"</b> He says dismissively, turning away to focus on another guest. You walk away, your heart pounding, but you feel a sense of pride in standing your ground. <mc><i>Entitled asshole!</i></mc> <<elseif $fundwilliam eq 1>> You feel his hand pressing into you, but you do nothing. You don’t flinch, don’t step away, don’t say a word. You simply let it happen, telling yourself it’s not worth causing a scene. This is just how the men here are—rich, powerful, and used to getting what they want. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/WilliamFund2.jpg" height=500></div> He gives you gentle tap to your ass before he lets go with a low chuckle. <b>"Good girl."</b> He murmurs, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he takes a step back, his eyes glancing down at you with a self-satisfied smirk. <<elseif $fundwilliam eq 2>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/WilliamFund2.jpg" height=500></div> You feel his hand press against your ass, the warmth of his palm seeping through the thin fabric of your skirt. Instead of pulling away, you let out a soft breath, your body responding in a way that surprises you. Your skin tingles beneath his touch, and a heat begins to build in your core. You moan with a low voice, yet he hears it. His grip tightens, and his hand moves with more intent, fingers spreading over the curve of your ass. He cups your right cheek fully, his fingers digging into the flesh, sending a jolt of arousal through you. The thong you’re wearing presses against your skin as his touch heightens the sensation, brushing against your anus in a way that makes your whole body hum with pleasure. <b>"Naughty girl. You have such a firm ass."</b> He whispers, his voice low and filled with lust as he squeezes again, more firmly this time. His hand stays there for a moment longer, savoring the feel of your body under his control. You feel your cheeks flush with heat, your body betraying your mind. The touch is electric, and for a brief moment, you don’t care about anything else—just the way his hand feels on your body, the growing arousal between your legs, and the tingling pleasure that spreads from your ass to your core. He releases you with a satisfied grin, and you continue serving the guests, the feeling of his hand on you still lingering long after he’s moved on. <</if>> <<if $fundevening eq 3>>[[Return to pool area.|AndreMeet6][$p=14]] <<else>><<link[[Return to pool area.|AndreMeet6]]>><<set $p to "Hub">><<drop $fundwaitress "William" 1>><</link>><</if>> <<elseif $p eq "DrunkWoman">><<set $fundevening +=1>> You spot the woman standing off to the side, clearly struggling with her balance. Her heels are sky-high, and she sways slightly, one hand gripping a chair for support. You approach her with a friendly smile. <<MCTalk "Need a hand?">> The woman looks up at you, her eyes a little glassy from too much champagne, and lets out a relieved sigh. <b>“Oh, thank you, sweetheart. These shoes... what was I thinking?”</b> she laughs, her tone warm and motherly. She’s much older than you, probably in her late sixties or seventies, with an elegance that’s somewhat dulled by her current state. You reach out, steadying her by the arm. As you do you realize the stilettos she's wearing. <<MCTalk "I’ve got you. Those heels look gorgeous but brutal.">> <b>"They are beautiful, but oh, honey, they’re a nightmare after a few hours—and a few drinks.<<if $heelpractice gte 3>>Look at you, though. You make it look so easy. Such a nice young lady, so graceful.<</if>>"</b> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/MCFund4.jpg" height=500></div> <<if $heelpractice gte 3>><<MCTalk "Well, I just learned how to wear heels this week, and you’re right, it’s hard work.">> Both of you chuckle as she thinks you are joking. But she understands you are not joking. Her eyes widen with mock surprise, and she lets out an affectionate, slightly tipsy giggle. She reaches out, patting your hand with a motherly touch. <b>"No way! You’re kidding, right? You walk like you’ve been doing it for years, darling. You’re a natural, I tell you."</b><</if>> You help her sit down on a nearby lounge chair, and she gives you a warm, appreciative smile. <b>Thank you so much, dear. You’ve got such a sweet heart. Helping out an old lady like me—you’re just lovely. I wish my daughter was more like you."</b> You feel a little flutter of pride at her words, enjoying the moment of bonding. <<MCTalk "It’s no problem at all. We all need a little help sometimes.">> <<if $fundevening eq 3>>[[Return to pool area.|AndreMeet6][$p=14]] <<else>><<link[[Return to pool area.|AndreMeet6]]>><<set $p to "Hub">><<drop $fundwaitress "DrunkWoman" 1>><</link>><</if>> <<elseif $p eq "Mia">><<set $fundevening +=1>> As you go near the bikini girls to serve them food and drinks you notice a stunning blonde sunbathing near the edge of the pool. She’s hard to miss, lying there in her pink bikini that barely covers anything, her flawless, golden skin glistening under the sun. A group of men has gathered around her, trying to get her attention, throwing glances, and attempting to strike up casual conversations, but she doesn’t acknowledge them. She just reclines there, completely in her element, basking in her own beauty. You recognize her immediately—Mia, the Vixen model. Now here she is, casually lying by the pool as if this glamorous lifestyle was as easy as breathing for her. A flicker of jealousy sparks inside you. While she gets to lounge around, adored by men, you’re working the event in heels that pinch with every step. You’re trying to juggle trays and keep up appearances, while she effortlessly captures everyone’s attention just by existing. You can’t help but feel envious, watching her sunbathe, relaxed, while you struggle in your high heels. For a moment, you wonder what it would be like to have her life—being admired, desired, without even having to lift a finger. But before you can dwell on it too much, you spot <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/MiaFund.jpg" height=500></div> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> approaching Mia, commanding the same sort of attention. You can’t hear what <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> whispers into Mia’s ear, but the model’s expression changes. She smiles, slowly and seductively, and then gets up, turning the heads of everyone around her. Her pink bikini, with its crisscrossed top strings and thong bottom, draws every eye in the area, leaving little to the imagination. Her tall, voluptuous frame makes her impossible to miss, and the guests around her can’t help but admire her beauty. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AndreV/MiaFund2.mp4"/></div> The anticipation among the crowd thickens as Mia walks over to a hose by the pool. She picks it up with a slow, sensual motion, her fingers wrapping around the nozzle as water begins to stream out. In a display that feels both casual and deliberately erotic, she drenches herself. The cool water slides down her curves, making her pink bikini cling even tighter to her body, emphasizing every dip and swell. Her movements are slow and teasing, giving everyone ample time to admire her flawless figure. She twirls, letting the water cascade over her, then leans back slightly, allowing it to drench her hair and run down her neck. The men around the pool watch with undisguised appreciation while <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> observes the effects of Mia’s performance with satisfaction. Then she returns to her tanning. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AndreV/MiaFund3.mp4"/></div> <<if $fundevening eq 3>>[[Return to pool area.|AndreMeet6][$p=14]] <<else>><<link[[Return to pool area.|AndreMeet6]]>><<set $p to "Hub">><<drop $fundwaitress "Mia" 1>><</link>><</if>> <<elseif $p eq 14>> As the evening winds down, the once-bustling villa begins to quiet. Guests filter out, saying their final goodbyes to <jordan>Mr. Douglas</jordan>, who is the last to leave, shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries with the wealthy attendees. His charisma still lingers in the air, but the event itself is coming to a close. You find yourself helping the staff clear up, your tray of empty glasses balanced with practiced ease as you move through the remnants of the party. The sound of champagne glasses clinking and the soft rustle of tablecloths being folded fill the air as you and the staff pack up for the night. You help carry trays and leftover catering to the truck, each step light but your legs sore from hours in heels. The buzz of conversation and laughter is gone, replaced by the steady hum of cleanup. The pool area, once filled with chatter and laughter, now lies still under the evening sky. The glow of soft lights reflects off the water’s surface, casting shimmering patterns on the tiled floor. You glance around, realizing that most of the staff have already left. It’s just you, a few lingering sounds of the cleanup in the distance, and—<alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. [[Alexandra calls you over.|AndreMeet6][$p=15]] <<elseif $p eq 15>> <<AlexandraTalk "Come here, $femname.">> You hesitate for just a moment before making your way over, heels clicking lightly on the tiled floor. She’s calling you by your new name even though noone is around. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/AlexandraFund6.jpg" height=500></div> <<if $heelpractice gte 3>> As you approach, <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> eyes scan you from head to toe, her lips curling into a satisfied smile. She leans against the edge of the pool, her posture relaxed but her eyes sharp, evaluating you. <<AlexandraTalk "You did well today, darling. Very well. You played your role perfectly—such a pretty little thing. I could see the men watching you, wanting you. And you handled those heels like you’ve been walking in them for years.">> She leans in, her voice softer but still carrying that commanding edge, leaving you flushed with pride and desire. Her praise is intoxicating, filling you with a warm sense of accomplishment. You feel seen, validated, as if every moment spent practicing was worth it. <<else>> As you approach, you can see the familiar mix of appraisal in <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> eyes, but there’s something else—a hint of disappointment that makes your stomach twist slightly. She stands tall, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly as they travel down to your legs and back up. <<AlexandraTalk "You looked pretty tonight, darling. Feminine, alluring... But let’s be honest—you barely made it through.">> Your heart sinks a little as she continues, her tone not angry but sharp enough to cut. <<AlexandraTalk "Your sexy butt and legs distracted the men enough, I’ll give you that. But your walk... You were lucky your looks made up for what you lacked in skill. I could see the wobble, the hesitance. You barely held it together.">> Her voice softens as she leans in close. Even in her critique, there's a subtle pull of attraction, a reminder that despite everything, you still excite her. A flush of shame mixes with the arousal that’s always there when she speaks to you like this. Despite the reprimand, you know she's right, and the reminder of how your body still captivated the rich men today softens the blow—just slightly. <</if>> [[Respond to Alexandra.|AndreMeet6][$p=16]] <<elseif $p eq 16>> Before you have a chance to respond to <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> voice cuts through the moment, his deep, confident tone breaking the tension. <<AndreTalk "Today was a great success, you know. Most of the guests pledged their support for Jordan.">> He strides over to the lounge chair and sits down, a look of satisfaction crossing his face. But his eyes quickly find you, and before you can move, <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> speaks up, his voice calm but commanding. <<AndreTalk "Come here $femname.">> You feel a pull in your chest as you walk over to him, your legs still slightly trembling from the evening's events. As you reach him, he smoothly wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you over onto his lap with practiced ease. You feel his strong hand secure you firmly in place, your body instinctively adjusting to the position—your right hand resting on his broad shoulder, your left hand hugging your waist for balance as you sit across his legs. The fabric of your black pencil mini-skirt clings tightly to your thighs, and your tucked-away dick presses against you, adding to the weight of the moment. <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> warm breath brushes your ear, his tone low and intimate as his grip tightens around your waist, pulling you closer. You feel the slight pressure of his fingers through the fabric of your skirt. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/MCFund7.jpg" height=500></div> Your tucked-away dick presses uncomfortably against your tight mini-skirt, the sensation only heightening your awareness of how small and delicate you feel in his lap. And as <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> hand slowly strokes your waist, sending electric tingles through your body, you can't help but glance down for just a second, imagining that his massive cock could be hard beneath you. The thought is intoxicating, pulling you into a haze of arousal and vulnerability. <<AndreTalk "So... today I learned something about you, $femname. Now looking at you, you are quite the sissy.">> <<Arousalincrease 50>><<Arousal>> Your heart pounds in your chest as you nod slightly, the words stuck in your throat. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> smiles, his hand trailing up your waist to your side, drawing slow circles over the fabric of your skirt. His touch is both soothing and electric. <<AndreTalk "You were looking lovely in the thong this morning.">> Your cheeks flush at his words, and a knot of shame and desire tightens in your stomach. You swallow hard, trying to keep your voice steady. <<MCTalk "Th-thank you, Mr. Brown, Sir.">> <<AndreTalk "And thank you for being such a good little waitress today.">> His tone is teasing yet warm, and before you can respond, he reaches into the inner pocket of his jacket and pulls out a thick stack of cash. Your eyes widen in surprise as he hands you the money. <<AndreTalk "You earned this. 1500 dollars for today.">> His casual tone makes the amount seem like nothing to him, but to you, it’s overwhelming. You blink in disbelief, clutching the cash in your hand. <<MCTalk "1500…?">> It’s so much more than you expected, more than you could have imagined for one day’s work. Without thinking, driven by the rush of emotions swirling inside you, you lean in and press a kiss to his cheek, your red lipstick leaving a subtle mark on his skin. <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> eyes flicker with amusement, his hand still resting on your waist. He doesn’t say anything, but the satisfied glint in his eyes tells you he’s noticed everything—from your gratitude to the way you’ve left your mark on him. <<set $money +=1500>> [[Mr. Brown asks you questions.|AndreMeet6][$p=17]] <<elseif $p eq 17>> <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> hand lingers on your waist as he looks into your eyes, his expression thoughtful. <<AndreTalk "Does Jessica know about this? About you being a sissy?">> <<MCTalk "Yes, she knows. She’s okay with it. Well, she doesn't know I'm working with a mini skirt...">> <<AndreTalk "Ah, that’s a good thing, one must be honest with a partner. It’s important for a couple to support each other. But tell me, darling... are you only a sissy, or is there something more?">> The question catches you off guard, sending a wave of confusion through your mind. It’s not something you’ve ever really considered, maybe because you weren’t ready to deal with the full weight of it. The words stick in your throat, your mind scrambling for an answer, but all you can manage is a quiet. <<MCTalk "I... I don’t know.">> <<AndreTalk "That’s okay. You don’t need to know everything right now. Just take your time. And remember you can always count on me, alright?">> You nod with feeling his support. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> pats your waist lightly, signaling it’s time for you to go. <<AndreTalk "It's time for you to head home. We need some time with Alexandra.">> You nod obediently and stand up, feeling his eyes on you as you walk away. As you pass the pool, your eyes are drawn to the gentle ripples in the water. You notice <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>—completely naked—swimming lazily in the pool. Her body is mostly submerged, but her head floats just above the surface, her wet hair clinging to her neck as she turns to give you a slow, knowing smile. Even half-hidden beneath the water, her presence is magnetic. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/AlexandraFund7.jpg" height=500></div> You tear your gaze away, feeling a flush creep over your cheeks, and step inside the villa to change. Slipping out of your tight-fitting waitress outfit and into your regular clothes feels surreal, as though you're shedding one skin for another. The mirror reflects a familiar version of you, but with every moment that passes, the reflection feels less like the true you. As you leave the villa and walk through the dimly lit streets, your thoughts drift back to the day. The way you served the guests, the compliments, the subtle flirting... it all felt so natural, as though you'd stepped into a role you were born to play. And <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>—his acceptance of you, his reassurance—it had all gone smoother than you ever imagined. The warmth of his support lingers in your mind, making your admiration for him swell even more. The thought of becoming a cuckold of him and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> feels better and more comforting after this interaction. As you approach home, you find yourself wondering how far this will go. <<link[[Get into your home.|Gaming7]]>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $p to 1>><<set $andrequest to 6>><<set $femnameactive to 0>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> <<MCTalk "Hi Ma'am. I'm here.">> <<AlexandraTalk "Come to the living room by the pool. You can’t miss me, darling.">> The playful undertone in her words makes your pulse quicken. You swallow hard, the mixture of excitement and nerves building in your chest. You’ve done this before, been to the villa, but today feels different—more secretive, more <i>intimate</i>. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/VillaGateOpen.jpg" height=500></div> The gate clicks open with a low hum, and you step inside, feeling the cool morning air against your skin. You make your way along the familiar path, your mind racing with thoughts of Alexandra. <mc><i>What does she have planned?</i></mc> As you walk, you can't help but remember the words she had hinted at before—if Jess and you opened up your relationship, there could be something between you and Alexandra. It had been playful at the time, but now, with the secrecy and the way she wanted you alone, that idea feels a lot more real. You enter the house and follow the quiet hallways. Every step feels heavier with expectation, the tension in the air growing thicker the closer you get. You wonder what she meant by not missing her—your thoughts spinning wildly between excitement and a touch of fear. [[You are about to arrive to the living room.|AndreMeet5][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> Finally, you reach the living room by the pool. Your breath catches in your throat as you see <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> standing there, her figure illuminated by the soft morning light filtering through the windows. She’s not wearing her usual bikinis or elegant dresses—instead, she’s clad in a pink one-piece lingerie that hugs every curve of her voluptuous body. The fabric clings to her skin, the deep cut revealing her generous cleavage in a way that makes it hard to look away. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/AlexandraNTR.jpg" height=600></div> <<Arousalincrease 10>><<Arousal>> Her high heels click softly as she shifts her weight, one hand resting casually on a nearby pillar, her posture both commanding and seductive. She watches you approach with a slow, sultry smile, her eyes locking onto yours with a gaze that feels like it’s drawing you in. <<AlexandraTalk "Good morning, darling, I’ve been waiting for you.">> Your pulse races as you take in the sight before you, every detail more alluring than the last. The way she stands there, so confident and sensual, fills you with a dizzying mix of excitement and anticipation. Her eyes never leave you, watching your every move with an intensity that makes your thoughts race. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> smile widens slightly as she steps closer, her body moving with a grace and power that only heightens your admiration. You can feel the heat radiating between you as her eyes roam over you, her presence overwhelming in the best possible way. [[Alexandra starts to walk towards you.|AndreMeet5][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> eyes stay locked on you, and with every step she takes, the tension thickens. She moves with purpose, her hips swaying subtly, the delicate pink fabric of her lingerie stretching with each graceful shift. She stops just in front of you, her perfume filling the air, intoxicating and sweet. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/AlexandraNTR2.jpg" height=600></div> <<AlexandraTalk "I like to doll up for my man, do you like my lingerie?">> Her voice a velvety whisper, tilting her head slightly as if she already knows the answer. Her hands glide slowly up her torso, coming to rest just above her breasts. The slight movement draws your attention, making it impossible not to admire the way her cleavage swells beneath the lace. <<link[[Submissive acknowledgment|AndreMeet5]]>><<set $p to 4>><<set $andremeet5firstchoice to 1>><</link>> <<link[[Playful flattery|AndreMeet5]]>><<set $p to 4>><<set $andremeet5firstchoice to 2>><</link>> <<link[[Embarrassed but honest|AndreMeet5]]>><<set $p to 4>><<set $andremeet5firstchoice to 3>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 4>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/AlexandraNTR2.jpg" height=600></div> <<if $andremeet5firstchoice eq 1>><<set $sub +=1>> You lower your gaze instinctively, cheeks burning with embarrassment and arousal. <<MCTalk "I… I do love it, Ma'am. You’re breathtaking… as always.">> The words spill out in a breathless rush, your voice barely above a whisper. You risk a glance upward, only to find her eyes fixed intently on you, a small, knowing smirk tugging at her lips. The heat of her gaze feels like it’s stripping away every ounce of composure you have left. You shift awkwardly, fidgeting with your hands as the weight of her presence presses down on you, but you can’t bring yourself to look away for long. There’s a magnetic pull to her, an intoxicating blend of confidence and allure that leaves you utterly captivated. <<elseif $andremeet5firstchoice eq 2>> You bite your lip, trying to steady your racing heart, and flash a nervous, playful smile. <<MCTalk "Like it? That’s an understatement… You’re perfect, Ma'am.">> Your voice carries a nervous energy, the kind that makes your words tumble out a little faster than you’d intended. You quickly glance away, trying to suppress the goofy grin that’s threatening to spread across your face. But Alexandra’s amused chuckle pulls your gaze back to her, the sound rich and velvety, sending a delightful shiver down your spine. There’s a teasing glint in her eyes as if she’s enjoying every second of your flustered state. The thought only makes your cheeks flush deeper, but it’s impossible not to admire her—the way her presence dominates the room, her beauty undeniable, her confidence utterly disarming. <<elseif $andremeet5firstchoice eq 3>> Your breath catches as her hands glide across her curves, and you stammer, barely able to form a coherent thought. <<MCTalk "I… uh… You’re so gorgeous, Ma'am. I can’t stop staring… You’re just… wow.">> <</if>> <<Arousalincrease 10>><<Arousal>> <<AlexandraTalk "I had a feeling you'd like it. After all, you’ve been looking at me like that for some time now, haven’t you? Looking at my breasts, undressing me with your eyes...">> For a moment, your entire world narrows to <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. The way her hands rest just above her breasts, the way her voice curls around the edges of her words, the way her eyes seem to promise something more—everything in you believes that this moment could become something intimate, something forbidden. She steps back, her sultry smile returning, and your pulse races. You're left breathless, caught between the desire she’s stirred and the control she still holds over the situation. She reads your every thought, knows just how to toy with you, to leave you on the edge of wanting. <<AlexandraTalk "I have a little surprise for you. Something... thrilling.">> <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> smirk grows wider as she sees the conflict in your eyes, the way you’re torn between your desire and the sudden twist in her words. You feel exposed, as if she can see every thought running through your mind, and her dominance over the situation leaves you breathless. She steps closer again, her voice low and dripping with seduction. <<AlexandraTalk "I know how much you've enjoyed watching before. You couldn't take your eyes off me, could you? Even with just a toy in my hand, you were mesmerized. So I thought... why not reward my little sissy again!">> Your heart pounds at the word—<mc>sissy</mc>. It digs deep, bringing forth both a sense of humiliation and a flood of arousal. For a moment, excitement rushes through you, anticipation building that this might be the moment things escalate. But as her words continue, that hope crumbles, replaced with an intense, twisted thrill. <<AlexandraTalk "You’ll get to watch me with Andre this time, Not just a toy, darling. The real thing. But only because you've been a good sissy. That's what you are, isn’t it? My little sissy.">> The word sissy strikes you again, harder this time, flooding your chest with heat, both lustful and exciting. You try to speak, but your throat tightens, and all you can manage is a small, slow nod. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> smirk widens, the delight in her eyes unmistakable as she drinks in your submission. She steps even closer, her body practically brushing against yours. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/AlexandraNTR4.jpg" height=600></div> <<link[[You are horny but reluctant.|AndreMeet5]]>><<set $p to 5>><<set $andremeet5secondchoice to 1>><</link>> <<link[[You are overwhelmed by your desire to see Alexandra.|AndreMeet5]]>><<set $p to 5>><<set $andremeet5secondchoice to 2>><</link>> <<link[[You are overwhelmed by your desire to see Mr. Brown and Alexandra.|AndreMeet5]]>><<set $p to 5>><<set $andremeet5secondchoice to 3>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 5>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/AlexandraNTR4.jpg" height=600></div> <<Arousalincrease 40>><<Arousal>> <<if $andremeet5secondchoice eq 1>> The thought lingers in your mind, unwelcome yet irresistible, growing more vivid with every passing second. A part of you wants to reject it, to turn away from the path <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> is leading you down. But the way she speaks, her voice dripping with confidence and allure, pulls you deeper into her orbit. <mc><i>I shouldn’t want this… it’s not right. She’s doing this to test me, to humiliate me. But…</i></mc> Your thoughts stumble over themselves, trying to resist the images forming in your mind. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, with her perfect curves, her commanding presence, her soft gasps of pleasure. The sight of her giving herself to someone else, so openly, so freely—it should hurt. It does hurt. But it also draws you in like a flame, and you can’t help but imagine every detail. <mc><i>Watching them… seeing her… I can’t lie to myself. It’s intoxicating, forbidden, and I hate how much I want it. How much I want her...</i></mc> Your chest tightens with a mixture of shame and arousal, your heart racing as the conflict within you intensifies. You feel like you’re teetering on the edge of something dangerous, but the allure is too strong to resist. <<elseif $andremeet5secondchoice eq 2>><<set $sub +=2>> The moment her words sink in, your body reacts before your mind can catch up. Heat floods your face and chest, your knees feeling weak beneath you. You can’t think straight; the only thing filling your mind is the vivid, unavoidable image of <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> in the throes of passion. <mc><i>Oh god, she’s really going to let me watch. To see her with him… It’s too much. I can’t handle it. I’m already shaking just thinking about it.</i></mc> Your heart pounds painfully in your chest, each beat echoing in your ears as the scenario plays out in your mind. Her body moving, glistening, her voice trembling with pleasure. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> hands on her, his strength and confidence on full display. The thought stings, but it doesn’t stop the growing arousal tightening in your core. <mc><i>She’ll be stunning, perfect as always. Every movement, every sound—it’ll be her, and I won’t be able to look away. She’s so far beyond me, so unattainable… she would never be with me. “At least I’ll witness her beauty.</i></mc> A pang of despair cuts through the haze of desire, but even that thought feels distant, powerless against the consuming heat spreading through you. The realization both humbles and excites you, the shame amplifying the arousal already coursing through your body. You know you shouldn’t feel this way, but as Alexandra’s gaze meets yours again, you can’t imagine feeling anything else. <<elseif $andremeet5secondchoice eq 3>><<set $sub +=2>><<set $bbcinterest +=2>> The moment <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> mentions him, your pulse skyrockets, and your thoughts spiral into forbidden territory. Not Andre, you realize, your body tingling with a mix of dread and excitement. She’s talking about <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. The man who’s larger-than-life in every way, whose presence alone commands respect—and whose body, specifically one part of it, you can’t help but obsess over. The memory flashes through your mind: the single photo of his massive cock that <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> had casually let you glimpse once, teasingly. The size, the thickness—it had stayed burned in your mind ever since, haunting you in moments when you were alone. And now, you’re going to see it in real life. <mc><i>Oh god, I’m really going to see it. All of it. Not just a picture—him. Up close. Real. Alexandra’s actually letting me watch this.</i></mc> A wave of heat rushes through your body, leaving you trembling. You can’t ignore the flood of arousal coursing through you, but it’s laced with shame. What kind of man gets worked up over something like this? The thought doesn’t stop the throbbing between your legs, though. If anything, it makes it worse. Your knees weaken at the thought of <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> with <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> cock. It would look massive against her soft, voluptuous curves. She would worship it, crave it, and you… you’d be watching. You can feel your little dick twitch at the idea, the shame mixing with the arousal until they’re indistinguishable. <mc><i>I’m a mess. A sissy. And she knows it. She knows I can’t stop thinking about it, about him. She’s letting me see this because I’ll never have anything close to what he has.</i></mc> The anticipation grips you, and it’s all you can do not to collapse under the weight of your own excitement. The shame burns in your chest, but it doesn’t stop the thoughts. If anything, it makes them stronger. You try to steady your breathing, but the images playing in your head—of <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> taking him, moaning for him, being utterly his—leave you reeling. <</if>> <<AlexandraTalk "I bet you can barely stand it, can you? So worked up already… but then again, that’s no surprise. We both know you are not good at holding back, don't we?">> Her hand slides down your chest, a light, teasing touch that leaves you aching for more, but she stops just short of where you desperately want her to go. <<AlexandraTalk "Jessica had mentioned you couldn’t last. So quick to get all worked up… so quick to finish. It’s cute, really. Sad, but cute.">> The shame burns hot inside you, but at the same time, her words fuel the desire that you can’t seem to control. You can feel yourself growing harder, even though you know the truth in what she’s saying. You cannot believe <jessica>Jessica</jessica> told her about your most intimate moments in such detail. <<AlexandraTalk "I wonder. How long would you last if I actually touched you? A minute? Maybe two? No… I think even that’s too generous, don’t you?">> You swallow hard, trying to fight the urge to give in to her taunts, but it’s impossible. She knows exactly how to get under your skin, and she’s reveling in the power she has over you. [[She looks down.|AndreMeet5][$p=6]] <<elseif $p eq 6>> She looks down, her gaze zeroing in on the small bulge straining. Without warning, she brings her index finger down, lightly tracing the outline of your hardness. The touch is barely there, but it’s enough to make your knees weak, a whimper escaping your throat. Your body betrays you, your hips twitching at the sensation, your face burning with humiliation. She lets out a soft laugh, the sound almost affectionate in its cruelty. You’re nothing but a toy to her, wound up and ready to break at the slightest touch, and she’s savoring every second of it. <<AlexandraTalk "You can’t help it, can you? So worked up, so easily. But don't worry, darling—today, you’ll have something to entertain you.">> She steps back, leading you to a hidden spot near the living room—a closet that gives a perfect view of the fireplace, where <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> will be. The setup is designed for you, a secret voyeur to their passion. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> pushes you inside gently, her dominance unwavering as she presses a small bottle of lubricant into your hand. With a wicked smile, she hands you tissues as well. <<AlexandraTalk "Try not to use them all at once. I’d hate for you to miss the fun because you got a little too... excited.">> You’re trembling now, the humiliation and arousal swirling inside you as she closes the door, leaving it slightly ajar so you have a perfect view of what’s about to unfold. Your heart pounds in your chest, your mind spinning, as you hear her final whisper through the crack of the door: <<AlexandraTalk "Be a good sissy and enjoy the show.">> As you watch, helpless to resist, you know <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> will arrive any minute. Every second feels like an eternity as you wait, your body betraying you to the twisted, undeniable pull of <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> power over you. [[Wait in the closet...|AndreMeet5][$p=7]] <<elseif $p eq 7>> As you stand in the closet, the weight of the moment crashes down on you. The air feels thick, suffocating almost, as your breath quickens. You can still feel the lingering touch of <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> finger tracing the outline of your bulge—her words echoing in your mind, over and over. <mc>Sissy</mc>. The shame it brings only seems to make your arousal worse, as if the very humiliation is twisting inside you, feeding the lust you can't control. <mc><i>Jessica told her everything...</i></mc> You shift nervously in place, clutching the lubricant and tissues, your heart pounding in your chest. The silence outside is deafening, broken only by the occasional muffled sound of movement. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> parting words haunt you: <alexandra>Be a good sissy and enjoy the show</alexandra>. It’s like you’re trapped in her web, unable to break free, even as a small part of you wishes you could. How did I end up here? you think to yourself. It’s a blur, all of it— <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> teasing you since you met, seeing that photo with <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> big black cock, watching her with that black dildo, the slow, deliberate erosion of your control. And now here you are, hidden away like some secret voyeur, waiting for the moment you never would have thought months ago. There’s a soft creak from outside, followed by the faint sound of a door opening. Your heart skips a beat. He’s here. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. You hold your breath, straining to listen, but all you hear is the soft, low murmur of voices. You can’t make out the words, but the tone is unmistakable—playful, intimate. They’re laughing together, and the sound of it makes your stomach twist. This is real, you realize. It’s really happening. [[Mr. Brown arrives.|AndreMeet5][$p=8]] <<elseif $p eq 8>> A rush of heat spreads through your body, a mix of shame and anticipation so overwhelming it leaves you dizzy. You shift your weight, trying to stay silent, but the tension in your body makes it hard to stay still. Every second feels like an eternity. <mc><i>What are they saying? What are they doing? Are they touching each other already?</i></mc> You can hear the faint sound of shuffling footsteps now, and your pulse spikes. They’re moving. You hear <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> giggle softly, a sound you’ve heard countless times, but this time, it’s different. This time, it’s laced with seduction, aimed at <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, not you. There’s a quiet murmur from him, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine. You can’t see them yet, but you can picture it all too clearly in your mind—<alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, with her sultry smile, leading <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> closer, her hand on his chest, pushing him back, making him hers. Your chest tightens as the jealousy mixes with arousal. She’s so in control. <<AlexandraTalk "Right here... yes, right here by the fireplace. I want you to ravage me by the fire.">> You shift again, adjusting your stance, trying to ease the pressure building between your legs. Your hands shake slightly as you grip the bottle of lubricant tighter, your body on edge, waiting—waiting—for that first glimpse. Your mind spins with conflicting thoughts. <mc><i>I'm really a sissy voyeur huh? Is this what I am now? Is this what I want?</i></mc> Then, you hear it—the soft sound of lips meeting, the unmistakable sound of kissing. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. The noise is almost unbearably intimate, the wetness of it, the quiet hum of pleasure. Your body tenses as you picture it, your breathing shallow, heart racing out of control. The giggles turn softer now, followed by a low groan from <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. It’s happening, and you’re about to witness every moment of it. You can feel the tightness in your chest grow heavier as your arousal battles with your shame. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> taunts echo in your head again. <alexandra>So quick to get worked up... so quick to finish</alexandra>. Her voice is everywhere, and her power over you is absolute. You swallow hard, trying to fight the wave of lust, but it’s no use. You know you’ll fail. A metal clank on the floor breaks your spiraling, you understand that is the sound of <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> belt hitting the floor... Your pulse quickens, the anticipation unbearable. You can’t see them yet, but you know it’s only a matter of time. They’re moving into position. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> is putting on a show, and you are the audience. A helpless, silent observer to her and <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> pleasure. [[They get into your vision.|AndreMeet5][$p=9]] <<elseif $p eq 9>> <<if $bbcinterest gte 21>><<set $sub +=2>> Your breath hitches as another soft, teasing giggle from <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> floats through the air. The rustling of clothes follows, each sound tightening the coil of anticipation in your chest. Then, he steps into view—<andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, his massive frame illuminated by the flickering firelight. The closet door is barely ajar, but it’s enough. Enough to see him. Enough to feel your world tilt on its axis. Your gaze locks onto him, unable to look away. He’s towering and impossibly built, his powerful muscles flexing subtly as he moves. But none of that holds your attention for long, because then you see it. It takes your breath away. His big black cock. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/AndreBBC.jpg" height=500></div> <<Arousalincrease 50>><<Arousal>> It’s more than you’d ever imagined, even after seeing photos. The sheer size is overwhelming—three, maybe four times the size of yours—and impossibly thick, with veins that ripple like cords beneath his dark, glistening skin. The firelight dances across its length, accentuating every ridge, every shadow, making it seem almost otherworldly. Your throat tightens, a flood of saliva filling your mouth as you struggle to swallow. Your body betrays you instantly, heat pooling low in your belly, your cock straining in its pathetic arousal. Pathetic. The word burns through your mind as you glance down at yourself, your own member twitching uselessly in the shadows. The comparison is devastating. <mc><i>“Oh god… It’s even bigger than I imagined. So thick. So… massive. I’m nothing compared to that. Nothing.</i></mc> A faint whimper escapes your lips before you can stop it, and you press your hand over your mouth, trying to steady yourself. But it’s no use. The firelight flickers, and your eyes return to him—to that impossibly large, mesmerizing cock—and your knees feel weak. <mc><i>She’s going to take that. She’s going to worship him, moan for him. And I’m going to watch. I’m going to watch every second.</i></mc> You bite your lip, the lust roaring through you like an uncontrollable wildfire, searing every nerve. But beneath it lies something deeper, something darker—a raw, visceral acceptance of your place in this moment, as if the sight of him has unlocked a truth you’ve always known but never fully faced. Your body moves on its own, hips twitching forward in an involuntary, desperate reaction, your cock throbbing painfully despite its pitiful size. The contrast is undeniable, devastating, yet it ignites something primal within you. <<else>><<set $sub +=1>> Your breath catches as you hear another soft giggle from <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, followed by the sound of rustling clothes. Your heart pounds harder when <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, steps into your line of sight. The closet door is slightly ajar, just wide enough for you to see the full expanse of his body—muscular, towering, and overwhelming. And then, you see it. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/AndreBBC.jpg" height=500></div> <<Arousalincrease 40>><<Arousal>> You gasp softly, unable to tear your gaze away. Your eyes are locked on <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> big black cock, and even though you’d seen photos before, nothing could have prepared you for the reality of it. His cock is so much larger than you—three times the size, maybe more—and impossibly thick, the sheer volume of it making your mind race. The firelight dances over his skin, casting shadows across the veins that bulge along his length. It’s mesmerizing. A rush of saliva floods your mouth, and you swallow hard, trying to control your breathing, but it’s no use. Your eyes drift down toward your own body, the pathetic sight of your small, twitching member hidden in the shadows of the closet. There’s no comparison. The difference between the two of you is humiliatingly stark, and you know now, more than ever, why you’re here, and why they’re out there. Why <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> had chosen him as partner for over a decade. You bite your lip, feeling the lust burn through you, but at the same time, there’s something else, something darker—an understanding of your place in this. The roles you’ve each been given. Your body reacts before your mind can process it, your hips pressing forward, your cock hardening in response to the overwhelming desire coursing through your veins. The tiny, insignificant size of it only amplifies the need you feel.<</if>> [[They get into position.|AndreMeet5][$p=10]] <<elseif $p eq 10>> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> lets out a purr of delight as she glides toward him, her hands running up his chest, pressing her body close. She guides him gently toward the bed, her fingers tracing every line of his muscled torso as she pushes him back onto the soft sheets. <<AlexandraTalk "Mmm, Andre... lay down for me, right here.">> He reclines, his massive form sprawling across the seat, his thick member standing proudly between his legs now, fully erect, a testament to <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> teasing. She straddles his thighs, her eyes devouring him with an insatiable hunger, but even from your hiding spot, you can see that she’s in control. Then, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> reaches up, slowly pulling the straps of her pink one-piece lingerie down her shoulders. The silky fabric slides effortlessly, and she lets it fall, revealing her breasts. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/AlexandraNTR5.jpg" height=600></div> <<Arousalincrease 50>><<Arousal>> Your breath catches in your throat. You’ve never seen her like this—topless. It feels unreal, like you’re witnessing something divine. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, with her flawless, full breasts, looks like a goddess before you. Her skin glows in the soft light of the fire, every curve of her body perfect. You’re mesmerized, completely lost in the sight of her. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AndreV/AlexandraNTR.mp4"/></div> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> seductively spits on is big black cock and continues to give him a sensual handjob. [[She continues to pleasure her man.|AndreMeet5][$p=11]] <<elseif $p eq 11>> She smiles seductively, her eyes never leaving <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> as her fingers wrapped around his thick shaft. Slowly, deliberately, she continues to stroke him, her movements precise, knowing exactly how to pleasure him. Her soft fingers glide up and down his enormous length, making him groan deeply, his voice vibrating through the room. Your heart races even faster, and you can feel the heat between your legs intensify as you watch. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AndreV/AlexandraNTR2.mp4"/></div> <<Arousalincrease 50>><<Arousal>> <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> remains completely unaware of your presence, his focus entirely on <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. He groans deeply, lost in the pleasure she’s giving him, oblivious to the fact that you’re watching—hiding just a few feet away in the closet. She looks toward the closet every now and then, her eyes gleaming with a secret, twisted pleasure. She knows exactly what you’re doing, and every time her gaze flickers toward you, it’s a reminder that this is for her, not for you. The power she has over you is absolute, and she revels in it. Your body trembles with need, and you can’t take it anymore. Slowly, quietly, you reach down to your small, twitching dick, knowing full well that you have to be careful—if you let yourself go too soon, the shame would be unbearable. You use only two fingers, like <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> had ordered you at her penthouse. You stroke yourself lightly, cautiously, trying to hold back, trying to make this last as long as possible. The contrast between your tiny, trembling cock and the enormous, throbbing one <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> is worshiping only makes your arousal stronger. [[She uses her huge breasts to pleasure the huge cock.|AndreMeet5][$p=12]] <<elseif $p eq 12>> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AndreV/AlexandraNTR3.mp4"/></div> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> pulls back, her lips glistening as she presses her large breasts together, sliding them around <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> huge shaft. She moves slowly, letting the weight of her breasts do the work, pushing them together to envelop him. The sight of it is enough to make your legs weak. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AndreV/AlexandraNTR4.mp4"/></div> <<Arousalincrease 50>><<Arousal>> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> starts to play with <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> big black cock by rubbing it to her nipples, hitting them with the bat-like cock! Her breasts jiggle everytime the huge cock makes contact with her huge breasts. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AndreV/AlexandraNTR5.mp4"/></div> <<Arousalincrease 50>><<Arousal>> As <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> strokes <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> massive length with her breasts, her movements become more rhythmic, her gaze flickering to the closet again, as if daring you to keep watching, daring you to resist the overwhelming desire that’s taking hold of your entire body. You bite your lip, suppressing a moan, your fingers barely brushing against your tip as you try to stay quiet, try to stay in control. But control is slipping. As <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> cock disappears between her boobs rapidly you start cumming into your tissues... She knows exactly what she's doing to you and it is working... <<link[[Alexandra starts to lick his thick cock.|AndreMeet5]]>><<set $arousal to 0>><<set $p to 13>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 13>> You watch from the closet, heart racing, your body betraying you as <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> continues her slow, sensual rhythm. You feel a new wave of heat surging through your body. Despite cumming seconds ago, you feel yourself hardening more. Your tiny little dick twitches with its red head. The way <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> tongue swirls around the head of <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> length is too much to bear. She playfully sucks the tip of his cock. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AndreV/AlexandraNTR6.mp4"/></div> <<Arousalincrease 50>><<Arousal>> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> keeps the tip of <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> member in her mouth, her lips forming a tight seal as she holds the thick shaft with both hands. Her fingers barely close around it, emphasizing its sheer size. From your hiding spot, you can’t tear your eyes away—<andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> size is overwhelming... <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AndreV/AlexandraNTR7.mp4"/></div> <<Arousalincrease 50>><<Arousal>> The soft sounds of her mouth working over him mix with <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> deep groans of satisfaction, and the room feels like it's closing in around you. As she takes <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> deeper into her mouth, her cheeks hollow slightly, and you feel a familiar, unstoppable pressure building again. You bite your lip, hard, trying to hold back, but it’s no use. The sight, the sounds, the sheer intensity of the moment overwhelms you. The tissues crumple in your hand, and you release again, silently, desperately, watching as <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> pushes <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> to the edge with her expert touch. And still, despite everything, despite the release, your body aches for more. <<link[[Alexandra is done playing with the huge cock.|AndreMeet5]]>><<set $arousal to 0>><<set $p to 14>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 14>> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, her movements slow and deliberate, finally pulls away from <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> huge cock, her lips glistening as she looks up at him with a satisfied smile. She gets up from her knees, her curves swaying as she stands, completely unhurried, like she knows both you and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> are captivated by every move she makes. She steps toward the fireplace, her back to him, her eyes darting to the closet once more, locking with yours for just a split second. It’s enough to send another wave of heat through your body. She knows you’re still watching, still unable to resist her. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/AlexandraNTR6.jpg" height=600></div> With one final, fluid motion, she lets the lingerie fall completely to the floor, leaving her fully naked in front of the firelight. Her back arches slightly as she stretches, giving both <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and you the most tantalizing view possible. You’d never seen her like this—completely bare, her full breasts and rounded hips illuminated by the warm glow of the fire. Her body is perfect, every curve flowing into the next, her skin glowing, her confidence intoxicating. Your eyes roam helplessly over her, from her long legs to the soft, inviting roundness of her ass, to her delicate waist and the perfect arch of her back. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> naked form is almost too much to handle, and the sight of her standing so proudly, so in control, sends you over the edge. Even after cumming twice you feel wetness at your little dick. Pre-cum. Your erection is constant and your small dick aches, tired after consecutive orgasms. <mc><i>I came twice by just masturbating. Mr. Brown is getting all this amazing treatment and he still didn't cum...</i></mc> [[It is time for the actual sex!|AndreMeet5][$p=15]] <<elseif $p eq 15>> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> lowers herself gracefully onto all fours, her long hair falling over her shoulders as her breasts hang, swaying gently with her movements. She positions herself directly in line of the closet, facing you, her face illuminated by the firelight, her eyes half-lidded in anticipation. You are sure she planned it this way—as if she wanted you to have the perfect view of everything. Your heart pounds in your chest, your breath quickening as <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> moves behind her, his massive, muscular frame towering over her as he lines himself up. For a brief moment, time seems to stand still, the tension thick in the air. You can feel every heartbeat in your throat, the heat between your legs unbearable as you watch. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/AlexandraNTR7.jpg" height=600></div> <<Arousalincrease 50>><<Arousal>> Then, with one powerful thrust, <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> enters her, and the room is filled with the sounds of their passion. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> moans, her body jolting forward with each movement, her face flushed with pleasure. Her breasts sway hypnotically, and her eyes briefly meet yours through the small crack in the closet door. She knows you’re there, watching, trembling, unable to tear your gaze away. Her lips part in a gasp of pleasure, and she presses her hips back, urging <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> to go deeper, harder. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AndreV/AlexandraNTR8.mp4"/></div> <<Arousalincrease 50>><<Arousal>> The sight of her being taken like this—raw, passionate, completely at <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> mercy—sends you over the edge, leaking even more pre-cum. When <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> thrusts into <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> for the first time, the entire dynamic shifts in an instant. The power she wielded so effortlessly over you—the seductive, teasing confidence, the way she toyed with your emotions and desires—evaporates the moment <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> massive member fills her. Her body jerks forward with the force of his entry, her controlled, seductive demeanor crumbling as raw pleasure overtakes her. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AndreV/AlexandraNTR9.mp4"/></div> <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> moans, once filled with playful control, are now helpless and desperate, her hips pressing back involuntarily against <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> powerful thrusts. Her back arches as he takes full command, his sheer size and strength transforming her from the dominant force you’ve known into someone utterly overwhelmed by his presence. Her breath catches, her body trembling with each deep, unrelenting stroke as <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> drives into her again and again. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/AlexandraNTR8.jpg" height=600></div> Her eyes meet yours through the crack in the closet door, but this time there’s no mocking in them, no knowing smirk. Instead, her gaze is glazed with pleasure, her lips parting in gasps as she struggles to keep up with the intensity <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> is unleashing on her. The fullness he gives her is beyond anything you could ever hope to provide, and you can see it in the way her body reacts—the way her hips move, the way her legs tremble, the way her moans turn into cries of helpless need. While looking into her eyes you cum once again into the tissues. <<link[[You feel the tension rising within yourself.|AndreMeet5]]>><<set $p to 16>><<set $arousal to 0>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 16>> In this moment, you understand the true power of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and his massive cock. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, who so easily held you under her spell, is now the one conquered, her seductive mastery of the situation gone, replaced by pure, animalistic pleasure. <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> dominance is unquestionable, and the way he takes her, how easily he reduces her to moaning and trembling beneath him, makes it clear that she is his, in a way you could never match. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AndreV/AlexandraNTR10.mp4"/></div> Your heart races as you watch her body being completely overtaken by his. You can’t look away from the sight of her breasts swaying with each of <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> powerful thrusts, her once-confident moans turning into helpless gasps as he fills her completely. Every movement, every sound, drives home the difference between you and him, the way he controls her in a way you never could. You are spent yet there’s no stopping the scene before you. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> doesn’t slow down. If anything, he picks up the pace, his powerful thrusts driving deeper, harder, as <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> moans turn into cries of pure ecstasy. Her face is flushed, her breasts bouncing with every jolt, and you can see the pleasure etched across her features. She’s lost in the moment, riding wave after wave of orgasms, her body trembling under <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> relentless rhythm. [[They keep going as you cum.|AndreMeet5][$p=17]] <<elseif $p eq 17>> For ten agonizing, mesmerizing minutes, he continues, his stamina seemingly endless as he takes her from behind with intense, passionate force. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> grips the sheets beneath her, her knuckles white, her entire body writhing in pleasure. She shudders, another orgasm crashing through her, and her moans fill the room as <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> shows no sign of stopping. The intensity of the scene is overwhelming—<andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> massive form, his stamina seemingly endless as he drives into <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, her moans turning into desperate cries of pleasure as she writhes beneath him. You feel your small, sensitive cock twitch in your hand, the arousal growing stronger with each passing second. You try to hold back, but the sight of <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, her body trembling with another orgasm, pushes you over the edge. Your breath catches as you reach for the tissues again, barely able to contain yourself. Your cum is almost like water by this point... <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AndreV/AlexandraNTR11.mp4"/></div> <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> shows no signs of stopping. He continues, relentless, his powerful body taking <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> with a force and control you could never match. She shudders beneath him, another orgasm crashing through her, and her moans fill the room, the sound driving you mad with desire. Your breath comes in shallow, rapid gasps as you reach for more tissues, feeling the heat between your legs build once more. [[Finally they stop fucking!|AndreMeet5][$p=18]] <<elseif $p eq 18>> As the intense rhythm of their lovemaking finally slows, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> collapses onto her back, her chest rising and falling as she gasps for breath, her body flushed and glowing from the pleasure. Her breasts heaving as she catches her breath, but now <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> is hovering over her. His massive member, still slick and throbbing, hangs above her as she looks up at him with a satisfied, dreamy smile. <<AndreTalk "You look so beautiful, my love.">> He reaches for his phone, holding it above her. You cannot see clearly but you think <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> is pushing her breasts together. The click of the phone’s camera fills the room, capturing her in all her post-orgasmic glory, completely at ease in her dominance and sexuality. The air is thick with the afterglow of their passion, but something in their tone changes. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> voice becomes softer, teasing, and you hear her giggle. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> lets out a low groan, and you don’t need to see to understand. You know what’s cumming next. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> groans again, and then you hear it—the wet, unmistakable sound of release. You close your eyes for a moment, your body tensing as you imagine the scene unfolding before you. You can almost picture it—<andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, towering above her, his massive cock twitching as he covers <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> perfect, flushed face with his seed. You bite your lip, feeling the tension between your legs grow again despite the shame and embarrassment still lingering from your earlier release. <<AndreTalk "You were wild today Alexandra, love you for it. I need a shower, I’ll head upstairs.">> <<AlexandraTalk "Go ahead, love. I’ll take my own shower in a bit.">> Your heart races, knowing the scene has finally ended, but your body remains on edge. You swallow hard, barely able to process everything that’s just happened, feeling the weight of your arousal and shame settling over you in equal measure. [[Alexandra walks towards your closet.|AndreMeet5][$p=19]] <<elseif $p eq 19>> The closet door swings open, and there she is—<alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, standing fully naked before you, her voluptuous body still glowing from the firelight and her intense session with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. Her face is unmistakably marked with the aftermath of their passion, <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> semen glistening across her lips and boobs. She looks at you, her eyes sharp and knowing, taking in the sight of your flushed, spent state. Your body stiffens as her gaze falls on you. You’re a mess—your neck and face flushed red with arousal, your small, sensitive cock barely peeking out from under the tissues you desperately used to contain your earlier releases. It’s swollen and red from cumming multiple times at short notice. The pile of tissues is evidence of how quickly you lost control, how deeply their power over you runs. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/AlexandraNTR3.jpg" height=600></div> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> takes a slow, deliberate step toward you, her lips curling into a satisfied smile. She can see everything— your surrender, and most of all, your desperate need. There’s no escape from her influence, yet her teasing tone isn’t cruel. It’s knowing. Intimate. She reads you like an open book. <<AlexandraTalk "Well, well. Playing with yourself while you watched a real man take me? You look like you came as much as I did.">> Her words hit you hard, the heat rising again, mingling with the aching arousal that never fully left. You try to speak, to respond, but the words are trapped in your throat, just like they always are when she’s in control. All you can manage is a slight whimper, your eyes darting away from hers as if avoiding her gaze could somehow diminish the embarrassment flooding through you. But <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> isn’t done. She steps closer, towering over you, the scent of sex still clinging to her skin, and you can feel the power radiating off her. <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> cum still on her chest and chin. You bite your lip, your thoughts swirling in a haze of confusion and desire. <mc><i>What’s wrong with me? How did I become this?</i></mc> [[Her finger grazes your chin...|AndreMeet5][$p=20]] <<elseif $p eq 20>> Her finger grazes your chin, lifting your head so you have no choice but to meet her gaze, her voice warm yet dripping with condescension. <<AlexandraTalk "So worked up... so cute. But that’s who you are. My little sissy. You were born for this.">> Her words cut deep, but somehow they feel right. You’ve fought it for so long, tried to convince yourself you were something more, but here, in this moment, you can’t deny the truth anymore. You were born for this. To watch. To submit. You stutter. <<MCTalk "I... I don’t... I don’t know...">> But <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> shakes her head, cutting you off with a gentle shush. <<AlexandraTalk "Oh, I think you know, darling. I think you’ve always known, haven’t you? You loved watching us. Look at all that mess you made.">> Your heart sinks. It’s true, every word of it. You loved every moment of watching them, you loved witnessing the power of <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> cock! You are not like <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. Not like any real man. The thought stings, but the truth of it also fills you with a strange sense of relief, like finally letting go of something you’ve clung to for too long. <<AlexandraTalk "You know what would really excite you, don’t you? It’s not me and Andre... it should be Jessica. You want to see her like this, don’t you? With a real man. You’d love that. You’d love watching her get fucked... just like I was.">> <<link[[Yes, Ma'am. I want to see her like that.|AndreMeet5]]>><<set $p to 21>><<set $andremeet5thirdchoice to 1>><</link>> <<link[[I don’t know, Ma’am. I guess she deserves it.|AndreMeet5]]>><<set $p to 21>><<set $andremeet5thirdchoice to 2>><</link>> <<link[[Do you think she’d want it, Ma’am?|AndreMeet5]]>><<set $p to 21>><<set $andremeet5thirdchoice to 3>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 21>> <<if $andremeet5thirdchoice eq 1>><<set $sub +=2>><<set $MCcuck +=3>> <<MCTalk "Yes, Ma'am. I want to see her like that. I want to see everything.">> Your voice rings out before you even register what you’re saying, the words spilling forth unfiltered and unrestrained. The moment they leave your lips, your heart races, a mix of fear and exhilaration flooding your system. You glance up at <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, her knowing smile deepening as she watches your reaction. Her approval is intoxicating, and you can’t help but feel exposed yet liberated by your honesty. <<AlexandraLove 1>> <<AlexandraTalk "Good boy. You’re finally starting to understand yourself.">> She steps closer, her finger tracing a line along your jaw, tilting your head up to meet her gaze. Her touch is electric, sending shivers down your spine. You feel the weight of her dominance bearing down on you, and instead of resisting, you embrace it. <<AlexandraTalk "It’s only natural for you to want this. To want her to experience the same pleasure, the same fulfillment. And you... you were born to watch, weren’t you?">> Her words strike a chord deep within you, the truth undeniable. You nod slowly, swallowing hard as a wave of arousal washes over you. The image of <jessica>Jessica</jessica> with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> burns vividly in your mind, filling you with a longing you never thought possible. <<MCTalk "Yes, Ma'am... I think I was.">> <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> smile widens, her satisfaction evident. She strokes your cheek, her touch both comforting and commanding. <<AlexandraTalk "You’re learning quickly, my little sissy. And I’m proud of you for embracing who you are. Jessica will be happy. She deserves a real man, doesn’t she? Just like I do.">> The pang of jealousy you once felt is gone, replaced by a strange sense of purpose. You lower your eyes, nodding again, your voice barely above a whisper. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/JessicaNTRDream.jpg" height=600></div> <<MCTalk "She does, Ma'am. She deserves it.">> <<AlexandraTalk "And you deserve to watch. To witness her happiness, her pleasure. That will bring you joy too, won’t it?">> <<MCTalk "Yes, Ma'am. It will.">> <<AlexandraTalk "Good boy. You’re exactly where you’re meant to be.">> Her words settle over you like a warm embrace, erasing the last remnants of doubt. You feel lighter, as though a burden you didn’t fully understand has been lifted. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> approval fills you with a quiet sense of pride, and you can’t help but smile faintly as you look up at her. <<AlexandraLove 1>> <<elseif $andremeet5thirdchoice eq 2>><<set $MCcuck +=2>><<set $sub +=1>> <<MCTalk "I don't know Ma'am, I guess she deserves it.">> <<AlexandraTalk "You don’t have to guess, darling. You know she deserves it. Just like you deserve this… to watch.">> Her words settle over you like a warm, heavy blanket, pulling you deeper into her control. Remnants of shame, the confusion, it’s still there, gnawing at the edges of your mind, but underneath all of that is a quiet acceptance beginning to take root. <<AlexandraTalk "It's okay, my little sissy. You were born to watch, not to perform. And that’s not something to be ashamed of—it’s who you are.">> <<MCTalk "Y...">> <<AlexandraTalk "Shhh... you don’t have to know. I already do. You are a sissy. You’ve been trying to fight it, but now you can stop. Let it go.">> Her eyes bore into yours, deep and knowing. She’s not just telling you what she thinks—you realize she’s telling you the truth. It’s a truth you’ve been trying to fight, but now the resistance to it finally fades, the weight on your chest feels a little lighter. Even with your verbal admittance at her penthouse, there was a crust of resistance to your new self, it is all over now. <<AlexandraTalk "I’m proud of you for accepting it. You belong here, in this role. Watching. Serving. It's what makes you happy, isn’t it?">> <<MCTalk "Yes, Ma'am... I think it does. I think a part of me was just... scared.">> <<AlexandraTalk "There’s no need to be scared. It’s natural for you. And Jessica... she’ll be happy too. She deserves a real man, doesn’t she? Like Andre?">> You feel a pang of jealousy at the mention of her name, but even that fades quickly, replaced by a strange sense of peace. The image of <jessica>Jessica</jessica> with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>—fucking her the way <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> fucked <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>—flickers in your mind, and instead of dread, it fills you with something else... longing. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/JessicaNTRDream.jpg" height=600></div> <<MCTalk "I... yeah, I think so, Ma'am. She deserves someone like him.">> <<AlexandraTalk "Good boy.">> <<MCTalk "Thank you, Ma'am.">> <<elseif $andremeet5thirdchoice eq 3>><<set $sub +=1>> Your voice wavers as the question escapes your lips, your gaze fixed on the floor. You don’t even know why you’re asking—it’s not as if you can imagine Jessica wanting this. Or maybe… deep down, you can. The thought unsettles you, but it’s there, persistent and gnawing at the edges of your mind. <<MCTalk "Do you think she’d want it, Ma’am? Would she… enjoy him as much as you did?">> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>’s smile widens, her expression both amused and understanding. She steps closer, her naked body radiating confidence and power, and places a hand gently under your chin, lifting your face to meet her piercing gaze. <<AlexandraTalk "Oh, darling, you already know the answer to that. Jessica may not realize it yet, but she craves what only a man like Andre can give her. She deserves that kind of pleasure—pleasure you could never hope to provide.">> The sting of her words is undeniable, but so is the truth behind them. Your thoughts race as you picture <jessica>Jessica</jessica> in <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>’s place, her body responding to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>’s dominance, her voice crying out in ecstasy. The idea is both unbearable and irresistible. <<MCTalk "But… what if she doesn’t want it? What if—">> <<AlexandraTalk "She will. And you’ll love seeing it. Watching her give herself over to a real man, seeing her completely satisfied… it will excite you more than you can imagine. Just like tonight, you won’t be able to look away. You’ll finally understand your place—and hers.">> Her words sink into you like a stone dropped in water, rippling through your mind. You swallow hard, the heat of arousal building in your chest despite the reluctance still clinging to you. <<MCTalk "Do you really think she’d be happy?">> <<AlexandraTalk "I don’t think, darling. I know. You’ve seen how Andre satisfies me, haven’t you? Imagine how he’ll handle Jessica—how she’ll moan for him, how her body will react to his touch. You’ll see it all, and you’ll know it’s what she’s always needed. What you’ve always needed.">> Her confidence washes over you, the last remnants of your resistance crumbling under the weight of her words. You nod slowly, unable to stop yourself from accepting the truth she’s laid before you. <<MCTalk "If… if that’s what she wants, then… I want it for her too.">> <<AlexandraTalk "Good boy. You’re finally beginning to understand.">> She steps back, her presence still commanding even as she moves to leave. <</if>> You bow your head, the weight of her approval washing over you. It feels... good. You’re no longer just scared and confused; now, you’re filled with a quiet sense of purpose. You’ve found your place. You are a sissy. And you want to see <jessica>Jessica</jessica> with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. <<AlexandraTalk "You are welcome darling, I told you I would guide you. Now, go. Andre will soon be done with his bath. And you need to go to the cafe.">> <<MCTalk "Yes Ma'am.">> [[Prepare to Leave.|AndreMeet5][$p=22]] <<elseif $p eq 22>> <<MCTalk "Thank you, Ma'am... for letting me watch.">> Your voice trembles slightly, but there's no denying the gratitude laced within it. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> control has stripped away the last remnants of your resistance. Her approval means everything, and your heart swells as you offer her your thanks, truly meaning it. <<AlexandraTalk "Good boy. We’ll be seeing each other again tomorrow.">> Her fingers weave through your hair, petting you in a slow, deliberate motion, her touch as powerful as her words. It soothes you, reinforces the new role you've accepted for yourself—a role she’s carefully guided you toward. The turmoil, the confusion, the doubts—they all seem like distant memories now. In their place is a strange, calming sense of peace. You’ve made peace with your identity as a sissy, and you’ve accepted your role in <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> world. The thought of <jessica>Jessica</jessica> with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> doesn't bring any shame or jealousy anymore. <<BisexualityIncrease 1>> <b>You still have a shift today at the cafe!</b> <<link[[Leave the Villa.|Bus Terminal]]>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $p to 1>><<set $andrequest to 5>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> When you arrive home, you kick off your shoes, toss your bag aside, and head straight for the bathroom. The yoga class had been exhausting in ways you hadn’t anticipated, every stretch and pose only intensifying the cage's presence, like it was holding you captive in more ways than one. <<set $arousal -=50>><<Arousal>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/MCShower3.jpg" height="500"></div> You step in the shower, bracing yourself as the icy water pours over you, shocking your skin and sending shivers down your spine. The chill helps ease the heat that’s been simmering in your body since class, cooling the lingering excitement and the ache of the last four days. You focus on the sensation of the water hitting your shoulders and back, letting it distract you from the cage's tightness. Still, every time your mind drifts, every stray thought of <lily>Lily's</lily> advice, the sight of your toned legs in the mirror, or the sensation of the cage pressing against you comes rushing back. You stay under the water longer than usual, letting the coldness seep in until you’re sure the intensity has waned, even if only a little. Wrapping yourself in a towel, you dry off, feeling the tension lower ever so slightly, though the desire remains, a constant presence. [[Go to your room to relax.|MomTalk3][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> Just as you start to relax, winding down for the night, the doorbell rings, breaking the calm. You freeze for a moment, wondering who could be visiting so late. Probably <clara>Clara</clara>, you think absentmindedly, imagining she must have forgotten her keys again. You don’t think twice as you pad down the hall to the door, your long hair still damp from the shower, dressed in your casual clothes. You barely glance through the peephole, more focused on unlocking the door quickly so you can head back to bed. As you swing the door open, words die on your lips as you find yourself face-to-face with someone you hadn’t expected in the slightest. Your <ophelia>mother</ophelia>, <ophelia>Ophelia</ophelia>, stands there, looking as impeccable as ever, her sharp eyes taking you in as the silence thickens. Her expression shifts, though it’s unreadable—somewhere between surprise and… something else, maybe? But you barely register it, caught in a sudden wash of panic that douses you colder than the shower ever could. It hits you that you haven’t seen her in over two months, haven’t shared a word about how things have changed. In her eyes, you’re still the same old you—the person you were before college, before this new chapter of self-discovery. With the feminine clothes, long hair, <<if $nosepiercing neq "None">>pierced nose,<</if>><<if $earring neq "None">>pierced ears<</if>> and feminine body you look so different. You swallow, struggling to find words, as a small, cold bead of sweat trickles down the back of your neck. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Hometown/Mom2.jpg" height="500"></div> The look on your mother’s face shifts from shock to something harsher—disgust, cold and unmistakable. Her eyes narrow, scanning over your appearance in a way that feels piercing, judging every small change, every detail of who you’ve become. Finally, she clears her throat and says, with a biting edge. <<OpheliaTalk "Well… $name.">> The way she says it, the name you haven’t answered to in so long, hits like a slap, dragging you backward into a version of yourself you’ve worked hard to outgrow. A lump forms in your throat, and despite everything, the only response you can manage is a quiet, hesitant. <<MCTalk "Yes?">> [[Without waiting for an invitation, she steps inside.|MomTalk3][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> She glances around briefly before heading straight for the living room, her heels clicking against the floor in clipped, deliberate steps. You follow, heart pounding faster with each step. Your palms are damp, and you try not to wring your hands, fighting to keep some semblance of composure, though every fiber of you is wired with panic. You sit down across from her, feeling exposed, the weight of her gaze heavy as she stares at you, her disapproval practically tangible. Each second stretches and you feel yourself shrink under her scrutiny, anxiety twisting tighter in your chest. The silence is thick, suffocating, and in your mind, a thousand different excuses and explanations flit by, none of them enough to ease the knot of dread pooling in your stomach. You weren’t ready for this, not in the slightest. Your <ophelia>mother's</ophelia> eyes narrow even more as she sits back, crossing her arms tightly. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Hometown/Mom2.jpg" height="500"></div> <<OpheliaTalk "What in the world has gotten into you? Why… why do you look like this?">> Your mind races, heart pounding in your chest, but you take a steadying breath, determined to be honest. <<MCTalk "Mom, I—I've been exploring my identity. Trying to figure out who I really am and—">> <<OpheliaTalk "Who you really are? $name, you’re a man. That’s how we raised you—your stepfather and I didn’t spend years trying to teach you to be strong, to be responsible, just for you to throw it all away and… parade around like this.">> <<MCTalk "What? It’s not about 'throwing anything away'. It’s about understanding myself better. I feel good, Mom. I feel more… at peace with myself than I ever have.">> You respond with a tremor in your voice. But she doesn’t seem to hear a word. <<OpheliaTalk "Don’t you dare say that. This—this is not you. You’ve always been our son. And now look at you! You look… you look like a girl.">> She spits the last word out, as though it’s an insult, like it’s something you should be ashamed of. [[Your mother’s expression hardens further, her mouth a thin, disapproving line.|MomTalk3][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> <<OpheliaTalk "I already have a daughter, and her name is Elizabeth! I didn’t raise two girls. I raised a son and a daughter. So who is filling your head with this nonsense?">> <<MCTalk "Mom please listen for a minute. No one’s brainwashing me. This is… it’s just me.">> <<OpheliaTalk "Of course, you’d say that but don’t you see, this isn’t you speaking—this is that college, that… that liberal circus of confusion telling you to act like this.">> She scoffs, brushing off your words as if they’re inconsequential. You feel your chest tighten, your voice coming out quieter, more pleading. <<MCTalk "I’m doing this for me. I feel good, I feel right like this. Can’t you just try to understand?">> <<OpheliaTalk "Understand? What I understand is that my son left for college, and some stranger came back.">> She shakes her head, the anger on her face mingling with something almost like disappointment. Your <ophelia>mother</ophelia> falls silent for a moment, her eyes narrowing as she seems to collect herself, her rigid posture softening just slightly. The anger on her face dims to something colder, almost contemplative. You can feel the tense air between you both start to ease, though it’s still charged with everything unspoken, everything she refuses to accept. Finally, she rises from her chair, hands wringing tightly, before she meets your gaze. <<OpheliaTalk "Come home with me, son. Get away from all this… confusion. You can come back, let all of this… nonsense fade away. I’ll have my son back.">> Her words hit you, each one pressing painfully against your chest, twisting in your heart. Despite everything, some small part of you had hoped she might see you as you are, but here she was, trying to take you back, to erase it all. <<MCTalk "Come home…?">> [[Your mother responds...|MomTalk3][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> <<OpheliaTalk "Yes. We’ll get you away from all this brainwashing and find you a good therapist. Someone who can fix you up, help you get rid of… this influence you’ve picked up here. And when you’re ready, we’ll find you a better college, one where they don’t fill your head with all this.">><<set $stress =+20>><<Stress>> A lump forms in your throat, words tangled up inside you as you fight to process the sheer weight of her rejection. She doesn’t see you at all. She doesn’t want to see you. The realization crushes you, stinging sharper with each word she speaks. Your chin starts to tremble, and before you can stop them, tears spill over, warm against your cheeks as you struggle to hold back a sob. But she doesn’t soften. She just stands there, watching you cry with an expression of detached concern, as if your pain is another thing she has to fix, another thing that’s gone wrong. You choke on your words, feeling each sob burn in your chest, and it’s like everything you feared is playing out right here, right now. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/MCCrying.jpg" height="500"></div> Tears blurring your vision, you draw a shaky breath, the frustration, pain, and anger boiling over inside you. Your voice, choked and trembling, breaks through the silence. <<MCTalk "No, Mom! I’m not going back with you. There’s… there’s nothing wrong with me!">> Your <ophelia>mother's</ophelia> face remains icy, her mouth set in a thin, disapproving line, but you push on, each word fighting through your sobs. <<MCTalk "I’m not going back to being the person you thought I was. I’m... I’m $femname now. And I’m not using $name anymore.">> Her face twists in distaste, but you don’t stop. <<MCTalk "I love dressing in women’s clothes, I love painting my nails, going to yoga classes, spending time with my friends like a girl. I’ve never felt so much like myself! Everyone else has accepted me for who I am—everyone except you!">> Your <ophelia>mother's</ophelia> eyes flash cold, but she doesn’t respond, just stands there, stony and silent as she listens. You take a breath, bracing yourself, feeling the last of your strength pushing through. <<MCTalk "I’m not going back with you. This is my life now… and I’m not leaving it.">> [[For a moment, silence fills the room, your words hanging heavy in the air.|MomTalk3][$p=6]] <<elseif $p eq 6>> <<OpheliaTalk "We’re still paying for your tuition, and we’ll stop it right now if this is what it’s done to you! Your father and I raised a son, not… this. And I won’t watch you throw away your life, being something you’re not.">> She turns, already stepping toward the door, her voice biting as she adds! <<OpheliaTalk "Don’t bother calling me until you come to your senses, and don’t you dare visit us looking like that!">> And with that, she’s gone, the door closing with a sharp click behind her. The room feels hollow, empty, and the weight of her words settles over you, crashing down as the finality of her rejection hits you like a wave. Your shoulders shake, sobs finally breaking free, and it’s like every hurt, every doubt, every piece of yourself you offered up tonight has been torn apart. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/MCCrying2.jpg" height="500"></div> You stumble to your bed, the room spinning with the weight of the evening. Curling up, you let the sobs flow freely, each one pulling out fragments of the hurt, but also sinking you deeper into it. Your <ophelia>mother's</ophelia> words echo mercilessly in your mind, every sentence a sharp sting as if she were still in the room. You clutch your pillow, the tears wetting its fabric as you struggle to find some comfort in the emptiness left behind. [[A faint chime interrupts your sorrow, and you blink through the haze of tears, reaching for your phone.|MomTalk3][$p=7]] <<elseif $p eq 7>> <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> message lights up the screen. <<AlexandraTalk "Are you excited for tomorrow morning, darling? Big day for Jessica and Andre. Hope you’re getting some rest!">> You hesitate, wiping your cheeks, but after a moment, your fingers move almost automatically as you reply. <<MCTalk "I just had a huge fight with my mom… I’m crying. Can’t talk right now.">> You place the phone down beside you, letting out another shaky breath as you bury your face back into the pillow. The weight of the silence returns, and for the next ten minutes, the pain of the argument fills the stillness, her accusations, her disappointment… everything repeating, echoing louder than the quiet around you. Just as your sobs start to fade into sniffles, a sharp ring from the doorbell cuts through the night. You freeze, a flutter of panic rising in your chest. After everything tonight, the last thing you expected was another visitor or your mother returning for more abuse. <<link[[Walk to the Door!|AlexandraMeet5]]>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> You get into your waitress outfit and get ready for your shift. Your mind still buzzes from the events at the villa, but there's work to be done, and you've grown fond of the way the customers tip so well when you're dressed like this. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/AWWork6.jpg"></div> You catch a glimpse of the manager, back after his week-long illness, standing near the barista station. His brow furrows when his eyes fall on you. It’s clear he wasn’t expecting to see you like this. You brace yourself for the awkward conversation. <b>"What... uh... happened to the uniform?"</b> he asks. <<MCTalk "Oh, Alexandra knows. She’s actually the one who said I should be wearing the waitress outfit now. From now on, this is my uniform.">> The manager pauses for a moment, scratching the back of his head. Then he shrugs, a look of acceptance crossing his face. <b>"Well, if Boss Lady’s good with it, I am too."</b> He gives you a small smile before turning back to the barista. Relieved, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. The shift begins smoothly enough. The familiar rhythm of taking orders, balancing trays, and serving customers sets in, and you notice a few customers eyeing your new outfit who smile more and seem to be reaching into their wallets a little deeper. [[Then an old lady wants to give an order.|CafeWaitress2][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/AWWork10.jpg"></div> <b>Oh, dear, why does your name tag say $name? Isn’t that a boy’s name?</b> For a moment, you freeze, unsure of how to respond. You hadn’t expected anyone to question it, and the truth—that the name belongs to you, even if you don’t look like it right now—feels too complicated to explain. So instead, you smile, coming up with something on the spot. <<MCTalk "Oh, that’s actually the name of the guy who had this job before me. I only started recently, and I guess I haven’t had the chance to get my own name tag yet.">> The older lady looks at you thoughtfully, then gives a soft chuckle. She pats your hand gently as you set the tea in front of her, her smile kind and knowing. <b>Don’t you worry, dear. You’re doing just fine, with or without the right name on your tag.</b> Halfway through your shift, one of the waiters, Mark, sidles up to you near the counter. He’s a bit awkward, glancing at you before finally working up the nerve to say something. <b>"Hey, um... I gotta admit, when I first saw you last week, I thought it was kinda weird. You know, the whole crossdressing thing..."</b> He gestures vaguely to your mini skirt. <b>"But... uh... You look really pretty today. I mean, like, for real. It suits you."</b> His words catch you off guard, and for a moment, you don’t know how to respond. But the sincerity in his voice makes you smile. <<MCTalk "Thanks, Mark. That means a lot.">> He nods, his face flushing a little before he scurries off to attend to his tables. You feel a warmth settle over you—not the arousal you felt at the villa, but something softer. Acceptance. By the end of your shift, you’re wiping down tables, ready to clock out when the barista, Julia, sidles up beside you. She leans in, her voice low and conspiratorial. <b>"Hey, uh, not to be weird or anything, but... what’s your workout routine? For your ass?"</b> Her eyes flick to your hips, and you feel a flush creep up your neck. <b>"Seriously, it’s perfect. I’ve been trying to get mine like that for months."</b> You laugh softly, unsure of how to respond at first, but flattered nonetheless. <<MCTalk "Oh, um, lots of squats, I guess. And some yoga. I'm going to the Alma Mater Fitness for a while and the trainers there are so good, you should join.">> <<link[[Your are ready to return home!|CafeWaitress2]]>><<set $p to 3>><<set $money +=255>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $awquest to 8>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 3>> Today was transformative, in ways you hadn’t expected, yet now, as you replay the events of the day, it’s clear that this shift has been building for some time. The weight of uncertainty is no longer pressing against your chest. Instead, there’s something else: acceptance, peace, and a quiet sort of pride. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/AlexandraNTR9.jpg" height=600></div> You can’t stop thinking about this morning—about watching <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> with <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. The memory plays on a loop in your mind. His strength, his confidence, the way <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> looked at him with pure desire. You had felt jealousy at first, maybe even shame, but underneath it all, there had been something else. The way <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> moaned for him, the way he took her so effortlessly... it didn’t just arouse you. It made you feel small, submissive. And you liked it. <mc>You are a sissy.</mc> You’ve always known, haven’t you? But now, after witnessing them, there's no more running from it. Watching them together didn't just excite you—it made you realize what you really are. You’re happiest watching, not performing. No performance anxiety, no small dick problems, no premature ejaculation, just pleasure. Then came the café shift. The manager’s approval, Mark’s compliment, Julia’s curiosity about your body—it wasn’t just about wearing a skirt or the tips. It was about being seen for who you are and being embraced for it. You weren’t just passing as feminine; you were living it. And it felt right. You whisper it to yourself: I’m a sissy. The words don’t sting anymore. There’s no shame, only relief, like you’ve finally let go of the fear. A smile tugs at your lips, and your heart feels lighter. <<set $nosepierced to 0>><<set $navelpierced to 0>><<FemininityIncrease 1>> <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> face flashes in your mind—her patience, her affection. She deserves the truth. After today, you know you can’t keep hiding this from her. She accepted you as her femboy boyfriend, and after watching <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, you realize you want something else too. Your desire to watch <jessica>Jessica</jessica> with a real man, with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> grew stronger today. You want to embrace your role as a sissy. She’ll understand—she’ll see that this is who you really are. You imagine how the conversation might go, the weight of it already lifting from your shoulders. You’ll tell her everything. You’ll confess what you’ve been too scared to say before: that you’re a sissy. That you’ve realized you’re happy, content and at ease this way. Maybe not as the man she might have expected you to be, but as someone who’s willing to embrace his true self. You picture her reaction—there’s fear, yes, but there’s also hope. You feel a swell of determination rise within you. By the time you reach your door, you’ve made up your mind. Next time when you see <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, you’ll tell her everything. You’ll confess your feelings, your identity, and you’ll embrace whatever comes next. You aren’t scared anymore. You’re ready to be honest, not just with her but with yourself. <div style="text-align:center"><b>Nose Piercings unlocked at Ink&Steel!</b></div> <<link[[Prepare to Sleep.|My Room]]>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <</if>>

<div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/Brooke2.jpg" height=500></div> It’s a bright Saturday morning as you walk through the familiar path of the park. Your long brunette hair cascades down your back, styled with soft waves, giving you a radiant look. As you approach the bench where you and <brooke>Brooke</brooke> usually meet, you see her already sitting there, scrolling through her phone. She looks up and her face immediately lights up when she spots you. <<BrookeTalk "Wow, $name! You look... so pretty!">> <brooke>Brooke's</brooke> eyes widen as she takes in your new look, the surprise and admiration evident on her face. <<BrookeTalk "I hadn’t noticed before, sorry for being so self-centered! You've really grew your hair, huh? <<if $nosepiercing neq 'None'>>That piercing looks cool too.<</if>>">> You smile, feeling a bit bashful at her compliment as you brush a strand of hair behind your ear. <<MCTalk "Thanks, Brooke, I guess I've been trying something new.">> <<BrookeTalk "No, seriously! You look amazing! The hair, <<if $topbeauty gte 2 or $bottombeauty gte 2>>the outfit... it all suits you so well. I’m sorry for being so caught up in my stuff lately, I should’ve noticed sooner.<<else>>looks great, if you want tips to keep it glowing don't hesitate to ask.<</if>>">> She lets go of your hands and steps back, a big grin spreading across her face. <<BrookeTalk "Speaking of which, I’ve got some amazing news! Remember that shoot at the hotel a few weeks ago? Well, the company loved me so much that they’ve called me back for another one next week—this time, it's a lingerie shoot!">> Her eyes sparkle with excitement, and it’s contagious. You can’t help but share in her enthusiasm. You smile warmly, feeling a shift inside you. Just a few weeks ago, seeing <brooke>Brooke</brooke> get attention and money for her looks would’ve stirred up a mix of envy and frustration. But things have changed since then. Wearing a mini-skirt to your job at the café earned you attention too—and bigger tips. For the first time, you felt what it’s like to be admired for your appearance. The jealousy you once felt toward girls like <brooke>Brooke</brooke> has started to fade, replaced by a growing sense of confidence in your own femininity. <<MCTalk "That’s incredible! I knew you’d kill it.">> <<BrookeTalk "And I want you to come with me again. But this time, not just as my manager... I want you as my muse too.">> <<MCTalk "Your muse?">> <<BrookeTalk "Yeah, you've helped me so much already, and you have an eye for photography—it’s inspiring, $name. I need you there, not just for support, but to help me feel comfortable and confident. We’re a team, remember?">> Her words take you off guard, but they fill you with warmth. She’s always been the center of attention, but now, even someone as vain as <brooke>Brooke</brooke> is acknowledging your physical changes and wants you by her side for your skills. You feel validated for your new looks and your skills which are developing at <ethan>Ethan's</ethan> club. <<MCTalk "Of course, I’ll be there. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.">> <<BrookeTalk "This is going to be amazing! We’re going to slay that shoot together, just like last time. I’m so glad you’re with me, $name.">> You both settle onto the bench, and as <brooke>Brooke</brooke> continues to gush about the upcoming lingerie shoot, you can't help but feel proud. <<link[[You both leave the park as you have to go to work!|Bus Terminal]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $brookequest to 6>><<set $time += 1>><<TimeDay>><</link>>

<<if $p eq 1>> It's Saturday evening, and you're back at the café for another shift. The evening crowd is in full swing, and you’re moving through the tables in your waitress outfit, the now-familiar feeling of the skirt swishing around your thighs. As you glance around, your eyes land on her—<alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. She’s sitting in the corner, dressed in one of her usual tight, curve-hugging dresses, the neckline plunging deep, showing off her ample cleavage. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra18.jpg" height=600></div> <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> The sight of her sends a jolt through your body, but it’s not just her dress that catches your attention. It's the memory. You can’t help but think of yesterday morning—of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> taking her from behind, his powerful hands gripping her hips, her moans echoing through the room as he drove into her. Your heart races at the thought, and before you know it, your body responds. A rush of heat floods your system as the vivid memory plays over and over in your mind. The way <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> surrendered to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, the way he owned her in that moment—it made something stir deep inside you. And now, here she is, sitting casually in her café, her cleavage teasing you, reminding you of what you witnessed. <<Arousalincrease 30>><<Arousal>> The arousal builds quickly, and before you know it, you can feel yourself growing hard beneath your skirt. Panic sets in as you realize what’s happening—you’re at work, in a skirt, and the bulge, even how small it is, unmistakable. You try to adjust yourself, but it’s no use. It’s there, and you need to hide it. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/AWWork11.jpg" height=600></div> In a moment of desperation, you push your ass back, arching your lower back, hoping to obscure the small bulge beneath your skirt. It works—sort of, your skirt rides high as you walk funny. Your bulge is less noticeable, but now your ass is on full display, sticking out in a way that you hadn’t intended. You shift awkwardly, trying to get comfortable, but with every step, you feel your hips sway more than usual, making you look even sexier—though you don’t quite realize it yet. As you move through the café, customers begin to notice. You catch a few glances—lingering eyes, appreciative smiles—and soon, tips start to pile up. It’s subtle at first, a few dollars here and there, but by the end of the shift, you’ve made <money>$125</money> in tips. You can’t help but wonder if your awkward attempt to hide your arousal had somehow worked in your favor. The attention you were getting, the money—it feels good, even if it’s a little embarrassing. Just as you’re about to leave, your phone buzzes. It’s a message from <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>: <<AlexandraTalk "Come to my office. Now.">> <<link[[Go to Alexandra's Office.|CafeWaitress3]]>><<set $p to 2>><<set $money +=250>><<set $time += 1>><<TimeDay>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 2>> When you arrive, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> is waiting, her knowing smile telling you that she’s already figured out what happened. <<AlexandraTalk "I’ve been watching you this evening, darling. You seemed a little... distracted.">> Your face burns with embarrassment. You try to wave it off, laughing nervously. You don't want her to know you got an erection by just seeing her... <<MCTalk "Oh, um, I was just... you know, showing off my ass for tips. It helps.">> <<AlexandraTalk "Mmm, showing off your sissy ass, is it? Good girl. Well, if you’re going to do that, we’ll need to make sure you’re doing it right.">> <mc><i>Good girl?</i></mc> <<AlexandraTalk "Next Friday, I need you for a special event. And you’ll be wearing high heels—no more of those wedge shoes. They don’t do enough to highlight what you have.">> High heels? Your heart skips a beat. You’ve never worn heels in public before and the thought of it both excites and terrifies you. Your thoughts revolve around the practicality of it, to your surprise... <mc><i>What if I trip over, what if I fall?</i></mc> <<MCTalk "High heels? What’s the event?">> <<AlexandraTalk "That’s confidential for now, darling. But don’t worry—you’ll find out soon enough. For now, all you need to know is that you’ll be wearing heels, and we’ll make sure you’re ready for it.">> With a teasing smile, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> reaches under her desk and pulls out a sleek black box. The glossy surface catches the light, and your heart skips a beat as you realize what’s inside. She places it in front of you and gently lifts the lid, revealing a pair of stunning black high heels. They’re sleek, elegant, with a pointed toe and a sharp stiletto heel. They look both intimidating and beautiful—just like <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> herself. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Heels.jpg" height=600></div> <<AlexandraTalk "These, are for you. I expect you to be practicing in them before the big event on Friday morning. You’ll need to be ready,">> Your eyes widen as you take in the sight of the heels. They’re gorgeous, but also a little scary. The thought of walking all day—let alone working—in such delicate shoes sends a flutter of nerves through you. <<AlexandraTalk "If you embarrass me on Friday—if you’re not ready—there will be repercussions.">> Your breath catches in your throat as her eyes narrow slightly, her gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your stomach flip. The air in the room feels heavier, her words sinking in. You’ve felt her control before, but this is different. It’s a subtle but undeniable warning, a reminder of who’s really in charge. Your heart pounds in your chest as you nod quickly, gripping the box tighter. <<MCTalk "I won’t disappoint you, Ma’am.">> [[Alexandra's smile returns.|CafeWaitress3][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> Her smile returns, but there’s still that predatory gleam in her eyes. And then, as if she can’t resist twisting the knife a little deeper, she leans forward, elbows resting on the desk, her cleavage exposed as she looks at you with a wicked grin. With an unmistakable edge. <<AlexandraTalk "Oh, by the way. Andre took some pictures yesterday. Could you see it from the closet? Would you like to see some of those? Maybe a little reminder of what you saw?">> Your stomach flips at the mention of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and that morning. The memory of them together—his powerful body dominating her, her moans filling the room—floods back into your mind. You feel your face heat up, a mix of arousal, and curiosity swirling inside you. [[Say you want to see it.|CafeWaitress3][$p=4]] [[Ask for a non-censored version.|CafeWaitress3][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> You take a deep breath, your voice barely above a whisper. <<MCTalk "I... I want to see it.">> <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> eyes light up with wicked satisfaction. She leans back in her chair, a slow grin spreading across her face as if she’s pleased you’ve taken the bait. <<AlexandraTalk "Will you jerk your little one to it?">> <<MCTalk "Y...Yes Ma'am.">> <<AlexandraTalk "Good girl. Remember to use only two fingers.<<if $nosepiercing neq 'None'>>Nice piercing by the way. It suits you my darling. It is good you are embracing your sissy self more.<</if>>" >> Your heart races as you nod, feeling the heat of her praise sink into you. The words “good girl” echo in your head as you leave her office, clutching the box of heels tightly, the weight of everything pressing on you. <<AlexandraLove 1>> <<link[[Go Home|Clara Night11]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $v04photocensor to 1>><<set $awquest to 9>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 5>> You clear your throat, trying to stay calm. <<MCTalk "Ma'am, could I... could I get an uncensored photo this time?">> <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> eyes narrow in amusement, and her teasing smile widens. <<AlexandraTalk "An uncensored one? My, my… such a bad girl. But fine, since you asked so nicely.">> <<MCTalk "Thank you Ma'am.">> <<if $nosepiercing neq 'None'>><<AlexandraTalk "Nice piercing by the way. It suits you my darling. It is good you are embracing your sissy self more.">><</if>> <<link[[Go Home|Clara Night11]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $v04photocensor to 0>> <<set $awquest to 9>> <</link>> <</if>>

<<if $heelpractice eq 0>> You stare at the black heels in front of you, heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and nerves. They look so sleek and elegant, but the thought of walking in them still feels daunting. You’re in your room, where no one can see you stumble. You slip them on, the pointed toes hugging your feet as the thin stiletto elevates you. At first, you wobble, the unfamiliar height throwing you off balance. Each step feels awkward, your feet trembling as you take slow, hesitant steps across the room. The sound of the heels clicking against the floor echoes in the quiet space, and you wince at every misstep. You nearly trip over your own feet a few times, your ankles wobbling in ways that make your heart race with panic. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Heels1.mp4"/></div> But then you stop, take a breath, and steady yourself. You remember <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> words—the stakes of failing her. That thought pushes you to try again, more determined this time. You focus on maintaining balance, on planting each step deliberately. After a while, you manage a few confident strides without teetering too much, though you’re far from graceful. Your calves burn from the effort, but you keep going, knowing this is only the first step toward mastering these heels. By the time you sit down to rest, you’re sweating and tired, but there’s a small spark of pride. You made it through the first practice. Not perfect, but you’re improving. The heels still feel foreign, but maybe… just maybe… with more practice, you’ll be ready for Friday. <<link[[You have finished your daily practice.|My Room]]>><<set $heelpractice to 1>><<set $dheelpractice to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $heelpractice eq 1>> As you slip the heels on again, there’s still a sense of apprehension, but it’s different from the first time. Tonight, you know what to expect. You take a deep breath, stand up, and begin pacing slowly across your room. Your legs are already adjusting to the extra height, and while it’s still a challenge, you find yourself wobbling less with each step. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Heels2.jpg" height=500></div> You take more time focusing on your posture, trying to walk with your head held high, shoulders back, as if you’re already at the "special event." The clicking of the heels against the floor isn’t as jarring anymore—it’s almost soothing, a rhythm you’re beginning to get used to. Occasionally, you falter, your balance off-kilter, but each time you recover more quickly. You’re starting to move with purpose, testing how far you can walk before you stumble. By the end of the practice, you feel a small surge of confidence. You can tell you’re improving—your steps are steadier, and you’re walking a little faster. There’s still work to be done, but you’re beginning to feel like you can do this. <<link[[You have finished your daily practice.|My Room]]>><<set $heelpractice to 2>><<set $dheelpractice to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $heelpractice eq 2>> Today feels different. You’ve been thinking about the upcoming event more and more, and the pressure to succeed pushes you in a way you haven’t felt before. You strap on the heels again, but this time, something has changed. The discomfort and awkwardness are fading, replaced by a sense of ease. The shoes no longer feel like foreign objects; they’re becoming a part of you. You take a few steps, moving faster than before. Your movements feel more fluid, your steps more sure. There’s no longer that constant fear of wobbling or tipping over. Instead, each step feels intentional. You try turning on your heels, experimenting with pivots and graceful movements around the room. Though there's still a familiar burn in your calves, it’s less intense tonight. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Heels3.jpg" height=500></div> As you continue walking back and forth, the realization hits you—you’re no longer just surviving in these heels, you’re walking like you belong in them. A small smile spreads across your face as you take them off. You feel confident, ready for whatever challenges Friday might bring. Your posture has shifted without you even noticing—your back is straighter, your shoulders pulled back, chest out. The heels are changing the way you carry yourself. It feels different, but not unwelcome. In fact, there’s something alluring about the way you move now. Your hips sway with each step, your body flowing in a way that feels smooth and intentional. As you pass by a mirror, you catch a glimpse of yourself. Your legs look more feminine, the curve of your calves emphasized by the height of the heels. A flicker of excitement runs through you as you realize how far you’ve come, as though you’re stepping into a new version of yourself—a version that’s ready to shine. <<link[[You are ready for the special event!|My Room]]>><<set $heelpractice to 3>><<set $dheelpractice to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $heelpractice eq 3>> Tonight, as you glide across your room, there's no denying it anymore—you feel sexy. The way your body moves in the heels, the graceful sway of your hips, the way your legs look longer and more elegant—it all comes together in a way you've never experienced before. You pause in front of the mirror, tilting your head slightly, taking in your reflection. As you run your hands down your sides, you appreciate how the heels make you feel—more confident, more feminine. For the first time, you're not just practicing—you’re enjoying how they make you feel. With a sense of ease, you slip into the heels again. There's no hesitation as you stand and start walking. What once felt foreign now feels natural, almost instinctive. Tonight, you're not just practicing—you’re refining. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Heels4.jpg" height=500></div> Your strides are longer and more fluid, each step carrying a quiet elegance that builds with every practice session. You test yourself, walking at different speeds—slower, deliberate steps, then quicker ones, mimicking what it might feel like to rush around the café. Each test reveals how far you’ve come. There’s no wobbling, no uncertainty. You're not just walking in heels anymore—you’re owning them. As you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, you notice the subtle sway of your hips, the extra height the heels give you. It makes you feel... powerful. As the session comes to a close, you know you’re close—close to truly mastering these shoes. <<link[[You have finished your daily practice.|My Room]]>><<set $heelpractice to 4>><<set $dheelpractice to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $heelpractice eq 4>> This session feels different from the very start. Every step feels natural, as though you were always meant to walk in heels. But it’s more than just skill that’s changed—there’s an undeniable sense of confidence, a sexiness that radiates through your entire body. Each stride connects you more deeply to this feminine energy. As you walk, your hands move to your hips, accentuating the curve with each sway, feeling the power in every movement. When you glance at yourself in the mirror, you don’t just see someone who’s mastered walking in heels—you see someone who has embraced a new part of themselves. The feeling of being feminine and sexy washes over you completely, and it feels right. Tonight is different. You know it the moment you slip into the heels. The nerves are gone, replaced by a confidence that feels natural and exciting. You stand tall, your posture perfect, and begin walking without a second thought. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Heels5.jpg" height=500></div> There’s no stumbling, no hesitation this time. Every step is smooth and graceful. You move around the room effortlessly, turning on your heels, pivoting, and even walking backward with ease. You feel completely in control—not just of your movements, but of how the heels shape the way you carry yourself. They’re no longer something you think about; they’re an extension of you, enhancing your presence with every step. You practice different motions—walking as if you’re carrying a tray, balancing as though you’re weaving between crowded tables—and it all feels second nature. It’s as if you’ve done this a thousand times before. Even the discomfort in your calves has faded, your body fully adjusted to the heels. Standing before the mirror, you admire your posture, the sway of your hips, and the way the heels complete the picture. You don’t just feel ready—you feel unstoppable. As you finish this last practice session, you know with certainty that Friday’s special event won’t be a problem. You’ve reached peak performance, and the heels... they’re yours to command. <<link[[You have perfected walking in high heels!|My Room]]>><<set $heelpractice to 5>><<set $dheelpractice to 1>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> <<if $v04photocensor eq 1>> You head home, the evening air doing little to cool your flushed skin. When you finally get into bed, you check your phone, nervous anticipation building in your chest. Just then, a notification from <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> appears. Your breath hitches. You open it, and there it is—a photo. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> breasts are obscured, but her flushed cheeks, the look of pure submission on her face as <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> massive black cock rests against her huge, censored boobs stirs something deep inside you. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/AlexandraPhoto4.jpg" height=500></div> Your heart pounds. The image feels electric, almost too much to take in on the small screen of your phone. With trembling fingers, you grab your laptop, placing it on your bed, and quickly transfer the image to the larger display. The moment it pops up, <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> sheer size and dominance fills the screen, making your stomach twist with an overwhelming mix of arousal and intimidation. Your pulse races as you zoom in on the detail of his enormous cock, your eyes tracing its size and girth. Before you know it, your hand is sliding down, touching yourself, unable to resist the pull of the image. The thought of what you saw—<alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> bending over for him, moaning in pure pleasure, <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> owning the moment—fuels your every motion. Your breathing becomes shallow, your mind lost in the fantasy of the memory, the weight of his dominance crushing any resistance within you. You stroke faster, your body craving release, and as you feel the climax building, your muscles tense, your eyes fixed on that gigantic cock. [[Just as you tip over the edge, the door swings open.|Clara Night11][$p=2]] <<elseif $v04photocensor eq 0>> You head home, the evening air doing little to cool your flushed skin. When you finally get into bed, you check your phone, nervous anticipation building in your chest. Just then, a notification from <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> appears. Your breath hitches. You open the message from <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, your hands trembling slightly. And there it is—a close-up shot, uncensored this time. But it’s cropped so that only <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> big black cock member is in the frame, every detail clear and overwhelming. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/AlexandraPhoto5.jpg" height=500></div> Your eyes widen as you take it in, the sheer size of it sending a jolt through your body. The memory of what you witnessed floods back in vivid detail—<andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> dominance, <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> submission. You can still imagine her somewhere in the background, but the focus of the image is entirely on Andre’s cock, its thickness and length filling the screen. It’s almost impossible to look away. Your pulse quickens, heat rising in your cheeks as your body responds. You feel your hand instinctively slide down as you stare at the photo, each stroke sending shivers through you. The memory of <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> moans, <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> powerful thrusts, and his undeniable size overwhelms your thoughts. You lose yourself in it, your breathing quickening, as the image consumes you. You open the image on your laptop, the larger screen making the moment even more intense. The photo fills the display, <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> cock now looks even bigger and almost too much to handle. Your hand moves faster, your thoughts swirling with lust as you feel your orgasm building. You’re completely entranced by the sight, overwhelmed by the fantasy as your body trembles on the edge of release. [[Just as you tip over the edge, the door swings open.|Clara Night11][$p=2]] <</if>> <<elseif $p eq 2>> <clara>Clara</clara> stands in the doorway, laundry basket balanced on her hip. Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of you, sprawled out on the bed, your laptop displaying <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> enormous black cock, and your body covered in your own semen. For a split second, silence hangs between you, your heart dropping to the pit of your stomach in utter humiliation. But <clara>Clara</clara>, ever calm and collected, just smirks, her lips curling up in an amused grin. She steps into the room, casually leaning against the doorframe as she looks between you and the image on your laptop. <<ClaraTalk "Well, well, what do we have here? <<if $v04photocensor eq 1>>Watching censored BBC Porn?<<elseif $v04photocensor eq 0>>Looking at big black cocks?<</if>> Couldn’t resist, huh? I mean, I’m not surprised. A cute little whiteboi like you? Of course you'd be all over this.">> Her eyes flick to the screen, then back to you, her smirk deepening. Her voice dripping with amusement... <<ClaraTalk "During laundry, by the way, I saw your panties. Here, cute. I’m happy to see you’re really embracing this. Wearing panties and looking at BBC? Well, that’s just perfect for you. This is what boys like you need.">> Her words send a shock through your system. The fact that she—your ex-crush—has seen your panties and caught you in this compromising moment makes your face burn with humiliation. You try to respond, but all that comes out is a pathetic stutter. <<MCTalk "I-I... I...">> The words die in your throat, completely overtaken by the overwhelming embarrassment of being caught, not just by anyone, but by <clara>Clara</clara>. Your cheeks flush an even deeper red as you squirm under her gaze. <<ClaraTalk "Aww, no need to be shy. It is natural for boys like you. If you're into it... maybe I could show you some homemade stuff sometime. You know, if that’s more your speed.">> Before you can even process what she just offered, <clara>Clara</clara> winks and turns, leaving you alone in your room, your heart still racing, your mind spinning with her words. [[Clara leaves and you are alone in your bed, covered in your own cum.|Clara Night11][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> As <clara>Clara</clara> leaves, her smirk still lingering in the air, you lay there frozen for a few moments, your body still trembling from the intensity of what just happened. Your mind is a whirlwind—part embarrassment, part shame, and part lingering arousal. You can still hear <clara>Clara's</clara> teasing voice in your ears, the image of <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> massive cock flashing in your mind, and the undeniable satisfaction of your release weighing on you. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/MCCums3.jpg" height=600></div> You feel sticky and uncomfortable now, the aftermath hitting you as the room falls silent. Slowly, you reach for some tissues, cleaning up the mess you made with shaky hands. The reality of it all sinks in, along with the embarrassment of being caught by <clara>Clara</clara>, your ex-crush, no less. You can’t help but burn with humiliation at the thought of her finding you like this—masturbating to a photo of <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> cock. And worse, she knows. She saw you. Saw everything. How is this going to change your relationship? As you throw away the tissues and tidy yourself up, you sit on the edge of the bed, staring at the now-closed laptop. Your reflection stares back at you from the dark screen, and for a moment, you feel like a stranger to yourself. <mc><i>What has my life become?</i></mc> As you try to distract yourself you see the heels <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> gave you! [[The heels.|Clara Night11][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> Her words echo in your mind, laced with both expectation and warning: "<alexandra>If you embarrass me on Friday—if you’re not ready—there will be repercussions.</alexandra>" You know this isn’t something you can take lightly. Walking in those heels won’t be easy, let alone working in them all day for whatever <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> has planned. You’ve been wearing wedges so far, but stilettos are a whole new challenge. A real sissy should know how to walk confidently in heels, right? And if you mess this up… well, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> made it clear that failure isn’t an option. <mc><i>I need to be ready. I have to practice. Three days should be enough to get used to them. Right?</i></mc> You bite your lip, feeling the pressure build inside you again. There's excitement, sure, but also a bit of fear. This event is important to <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, and you can’t afford to mess it up. <b>You should practice <i>at least</i> three times before the "special event"! Use your evenings and nights to make sure you're ready—don’t risk showing up unprepared. You can practice them once a day in your room!</b> <<link[[Prepare to Sleep|My Room]]>><<set $p eq 1>><<set $claraquest to 13>><<set $heelquest to 1>><<set $heelpractice to 0>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> As you, <liya>Liya</liya>, and <jia>Jia</jia> sit around the small table in the café, sipping your drinks and enjoying the casual mall atmosphere, <liya>Liya's</liya> face suddenly takes on a more serious expression. You can tell something is on her mind. She swirls her iced latte a few times, glancing between you and <jia>Jia</jia> before finally speaking up. <<LiyaTalk "I’ve got some news I’ve been holding onto since Friday.">> You and <jia>Jia</jia> exchange curious glances, waiting for her to continue. <<if $v4LiyaShoot eq 0>> <<LiyaTalk "So, you remember the last photo club shoot? Well... I just found out that Ethan chose Eve to be the dress brand model. She got the gig.">> The air seems to thicken with her frustration. She takes a deep breath, trying to keep her cool, but it is obvious how much it bothered her. <<JiaTalk "I’m sorry, Liya. That must be tough to hear.">> <<MCTalk "Yeah, that sucks. But you were amazing during the shoot, and I’m sure there’ll be more opportunities coming your way. Don’t let this get you down.">> <liya>Liya</liya> smiles softly, appreciating the support but still clearly disappointed. <<LiyaTalk "Thanks, guys. I know I shouldn’t be so bummed. But if I was as daring as her, I would get the gig...">> <<JiaTalk "Baby, it wasn't worth it. I'm sure you will have so many opportunities.">> <<elseif $v4LiyaShoot eq 1>> <<LiyaTalk "So, after the last photo club shoot... I found out on Friday that Ethan chose me to be the dress brand model!">> Her voice carry a mix of excitement and disbelief as she shares the news. <liya>Liya's</liya> expression shifts, a small, proud smile tugging at her lips. Jia immediately beams with pride. You feel a rush of excitement for her as well. <<JiaTalk "Liya, that’s amazing! You deserve it!">> <<MCTalk "That’s incredible, Liya! And you didn’t even have to push yourself beyond your boundaries. You did it your way.">> <<LiyaTalk "Yeah! I just did what I had to do. Nothing more, nothing less. Thank you $name.">> <<JiaTalk "You’ve wanted a modelling gig so much. I’m so happy for you!">> <<MCTalk "You’re going to kill it as a model, Liya.">> <<LiyaTalk "Thanks, you two. I couldn’t have done this without your support.">> <<elseif $v4LiyaShoot eq 2>> <liya>Liya</liya> shifts in her seat, a more conflicted look on her face as she speaks. <<LiyaTalk "So, I’ve got some news. I found out on Friday that Ethan chose me to be the dress brand model.">> You and <jia>Jia</jia> immediately react, but something in her tone makes you hesitate. While <jia>Jia</jia> starts with a small smile, it doesn’t fully reach her eyes. <<JiaTalk "That’s great news, Liya!">> <<MCTalk "Wow, congrats, Liya!">> <<LiyaTalk "Yeah, I mean... I got the gig, but I had to push myself during that last shoot—getting over-sexualized, you know? Ethan was... really encouraging me to go further. And, uh, he even flirted with me over text after he told me I got the role.">> <<JiaTalk "Wait, he flirted with you?">> <<LiyaTalk "Yeah, he did. But honestly, I’m not surprised. Guys like Ethan think they can get anything they want, but I’m playing my own game. I know how to use what I’ve got. So yeah I flirted back.">> <jia>Jia</jia> looked at <liya>Liya</liya> with a hint of concern, but she stayed quiet for a moment, processing. <<JiaTalk "You’re really okay with that?">> <<LiyaTalk "Why wouldn’t I be? I know what I’m doing, Jia. It’s not like I’m going to fall for Ethan or anything. I already told you, if I need to play along to get to the top, that’s the cost of doing business.">> <jia>Jia</jia> nods slowly, not entirely comfortable but also not wanting to argue. <liya>Liya's</liya> resolve is clear. <</if>> After <liya>Liya's</liya> news you decide to share your news, about identifying as a "sissy." [[Gather your courage.|Jia Mall6][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> You take a deep breath, heart pounding. <<MCTalk "I need to tell you both something. You're my closest friends at college, and I know I can trust you. Like how you trust me with your relationship. I’ve been figuring out a lot about myself lately, and... I think I’m a sissy. It’s something that’s become clearer to me, and I want to be honest with you—and with my girlfriend. I’m planning to tell her later today.">> <<JiaTalk "Oh $name. I’m so proud of you for being true to yourself. That takes a lot of courage.">> She reaches across the table, squeezing your hand gently with a reassuring smile. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Jia Normal10.jpg" height=600></div> <liya>Liya</liya> sets her drink down and leans in with a knowing smirk. <<LiyaTalk "Honestly, I had a feeling. Especially after you rocked that crop top at the club for the first time. And with the mini skirt <<if $v03_PClubPanties eq 1>>and wearing panties<</if>> it was kind of obvious you were embracing a different side of yourself. And that’s amazing. You should definitely tell your girlfriend. If she cares about you, she’ll accept you for who you are.">> A sense of relief washes over you as their words sink in. You don’t feel the humiliation you felt yesterday when <clara>Clara</clara> walked in on you. Their support and how they cherish you make your heart warm. <<JiaTalk "You don’t have to worry about us. We’ve got your back. And I really think you should go for it—talk to your girlfriend. She deserves to know the real you.">> <<LiyaTalk "Exactly. Be open and honest. She might surprise you.">> <<MCTalk "Actually, she had called me a femboy. And she had loved that new me.">> <<JiaTalk "That's good news. I'm sure she will like the newer you too.">> As the conversation flows easily between the three of you, <jia>Jia</jia> suddenly perks up, an idea clearly forming in her mind. <<JiaTalk "You know what? Since we’re here at the mall, why don’t we head over to the spa and beauty salon for a makeup session? You had removed your makeup when it was on last time. Now you can meet her with it, giving you all the confidence you need.">> <<LiyaTalk "Yes! That’s a great idea. Let’s go glam you up, $name!">> <<JiaTalk "Hey, do we still call you $name by the way?">> <<MCTalk "Uhmm, yeah. $name is good, for now...">> <<link[[Let’s do it, I trust you both!|Jia Mall6]]>><<set $p to 3>><<set $jiamall6choice to 1>><</link>> <<link[[Are you sure about this? What if Jessica doesn’t like it?|Jia Mall6]]>><<set $p to 3>><<set $jiamall6choice to 2>><</link>> <<link[[Only if you promise not to make me look ridiculous.|Jia Mall6]]>><<set $p to 3>><<set $jiamall6choice to 3>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 3>> <<if $jiamall6choice eq 1>> <<MCTalk "Let’s do it—I trust you both!">> You flash them a nervous but genuine smile, feeling a surge of courage at their unwavering support. <<JiaTalk "Aww, that’s so sweet of you, $name. You really trust us, huh?">> Before you can reply, she leans in and plants a soft kiss on your cheek, her warmth and sincerity melting away any lingering doubt. <<LiyaTalk "See, this is why we love you. You're brave and adorable.">> She follows Jia’s lead, brushing her lips lightly against your other cheek, leaving you blushing but grinning ear to ear. <<MCTalk "Alright, alright, let’s go before I change my mind!">> <<LiyaTalk "Too late, mister—or should I say, miss? You’re ours now.">> They both laugh, linking their arms with yours as the three of you make your way toward the spa. Their excitement is infectious, and for the first time, you feel genuinely confident about what lies ahead. <<LiyaLove 1>> <<JiaLove 1>> <<elseif $jiamall6choice eq 2>> <<MCTalk "Are you sure about this? What if Jessica doesn’t like it?">> Your voice wavers as you glance between Jia and Liya, your uncertainty bubbling to the surface. <<JiaTalk "Oh, $name, Jessica already likes the real you. Remember, she called you a femboy and loved it. This is just taking it to the next level.">> She gives you a reassuring smile, her hand gently squeezing yours. <<LiyaTalk "Exactly. Besides, this isn’t about her—it’s about you. You’re embracing yourself, and if she loves you, she’ll support you. Trust us, okay?">> Their words sink in, and while your nerves don’t completely vanish, you feel a flicker of confidence light up inside. <<MCTalk "Okay, I’ll do it. I trust you both.">> <<JiaTalk "That’s the spirit! You’re going to be amazing.">> <<LiyaTalk "And trust me, $name, once you see yourself, you’ll wonder why you ever doubted it.">> They exchange excited smiles, pulling you to your feet and linking arms with you as you head for the spa. <<elseif $jiamall6choice eq 3>> <<MCTalk "Only if you promise not to make me look ridiculous.">> You try to sound lighthearted, but your nervousness is obvious as you look between your two friends. <<LiyaTalk "Ridiculous? Please, $name, we’re professionals at this. You’re going to look stunning. Trust me, you’ll be the talk of the campus.">> <<JiaTalk "And don’t worry, we’ll keep it subtle—just enough to bring out your best features. You’ll love it.">> Their confidence is infectious, and you let out a small laugh, your tension easing slightly. <<MCTalk "Alright, I’m in. Just don’t go overboard.">> <<LiyaTalk "No promises.">> <<JiaTalk "She’s kidding. Kind of.">> They both giggle, linking arms with you and practically pulling you toward the spa. Despite your reservations, you can’t help but smile at their enthusiasm, feeling grateful for their support. <</if>>At Rejuvenate & Glow Spa, the calming scent of lavender fills the air as soft music hums in the background. You sit in one of the comfortable chairs, surrounded by mirrors and soft lighting that gives the place an intimate, serene feel. <liya>Liya</liya> and <jia>Jia</jia> are on either side of you, their excitement palpable as they glance between you and the stylist prepping for your treatments. <<JiaTalk "I still can’t believe you’re finally doing this. It’s going to be so fun, and you’re going to look so cute.">> <<LiyaTalk "You’ve got the perfect features for this. Honestly, you’ll look better than half the girls out there.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Mall/JiaMeet.jpg" height=600></div> The stylist starts with your hair, combing through your now long locks. As they begin the treatment, massaging your scalp with fragrant oils, you feel yourself relax. You take in a deep breath, the spa's soothing atmosphere helping to ease any lingering nerves about the confession you made earlier at the café. Both <jia>Jia</jia> and <liya>Liya</liya> accepted you completely, encouraging you to be yourself and even hyping you up to talk to your girlfriend later. Their unwavering support makes everything feel right. <b>"You’ve got such pretty hair, once we’re done here, you’ll be turning heads for sure."</b> the stylist compliments. <jia>Jia</jia> nods enthusiastically. <<JiaTalk "Your blue eyes are going to pop so much more with this treatment. You’ll look amazing.">> You smile at the thought, feeling lighter and more confident in your decision. The facial treatment begins shortly after, with soft creams being applied to your skin, leaving it refreshed and glowing. The process is soothing, and you can feel the tension melting away as your skin becomes smoother and more radiant. <liya>Liya</liya> and <jia>Jia</jia> keep chatting, encouraging you at every step. Once your hair treatment is complete, they move on to subtle makeup. The stylist applies a gentle touch of lip balm to your lips, giving them a soft, glossy sheen. A light foundation and blush enhance your natural glow, and a quick touch of mascara makes your blue eyes even more striking. <<JiaTalk "Wow, You look like a total knockout.">> <<LiyaTalk "I told you! You look like a pretty girl, and I love it. This is totally your look.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MC Face3M.png" width=500></div> You stare at yourself in the mirror, almost in disbelief at how soft and feminine your features now appear. Your long hair frames your face perfectly, and the subtle makeup gives you a fresh, delicate look. It’s like seeing a different version of yourself, one that’s more in line with who you’ve been feeling inside for a while. The spa session wraps up, leaving you feeling transformed in both appearance and spirit. With <liya>Liya</liya> and <jia>Jia</jia> by your side, you’re ready to face whatever comes next—starting with your girlfriend. You say your farewells to each other after returning to college town. <<link[[Go home to brace for your date!|My Room]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $time +=1>> <<TimeDay>> <<set $jiaquest to 7>> <</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Mall/MallCafe.jpg" height=600></div> Your mind is racing. What if she doesn’t accept it? What if this changes everything? You try to steady your breath, focusing on the sound of your footsteps against the pavement. By the time you reach the café, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> is already sitting at a small table near the window, idly stirring a coffee with her sunglasses resting on the table. She looks up as you approach, her eyes locking onto yours, and a soft smile curls her lips. You can tell she’s happy to see you, but there’s something else in her gaze—curiosity, maybe even expectation. You swallow hard and approach. With a smirk on her face, <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> eyes scan you briefly before lingering on your face. She tilts her head slightly, the smirk turning into something warmer. <<MCTalk "Hey baby.">> <<JessicaTalk "Hi... Wow! You did your hair differently today right? It looks good. And is that... lipstick? I like it. It suits you.">> <mc><i>Why does that compliment feel like a lifeline?</i></mc> Her casual compliment catches you off guard, and you feel a blush creeping up your neck. You tug a strand of hair behind your ear, your nerves easing just a little at her kind words. <<MCTalk "Thanks, I just thought... you know, a little change might be nice.">> <<JessicaTalk "It’s really cute. So, I really want to get a new bikini today. Wanna grab something to drink before we leave?">> <<MCTalk "Yeah... I, uh, there’s something I need to tell you. Something important.">> You feel a lump in your throat as you nod, the weight of what you’re about to say crashing down on you all over again. She raises an eyebrow, her expression turning serious as she leans in slightly, giving you her full attention. <<JessicaTalk "Okay. I’m listening.">> [[Tell Jessica, you are in fact a sissy!|JessicaDate11][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> Your heart pounds in your chest as the words seem stuck in your throat. You take a deep breath, clasping your hands together on the table to keep them from trembling. <<MCTalk "Jess... I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. About who I am, about us, and... and I’ve realized something. I’m... I’m a sissy.">> The words fall into the space between you, hanging heavy in the air. For a moment, time seems to stretch painfully. <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> face is unreadable, and the silence is suffocating. <mc><i>What is she thinking?</i></mc> <<JessicaTalk "A sissy, huh? I guess... I’m not surprised. I mean, the signs were there... but I didn’t expect you to just say it like that.">> <<MCTalk "Yeah... I mean, I’ve been trying to figure it out, trying to understand what it means for me. But I know this is who I am, and I don’t want to hide it anymore. Especially not from you.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> is quiet for a moment, her gaze thoughtful as she stares at you. Then she sighs softly, running a hand through her hair. <<JessicaTalk "I appreciate you telling me. Really. But... I need to be honest with you too.">> <mc><i>Here it comes.</i></mc> Your heart skips a beat, and you can feel the weight of her words before she even says them. You nod, bracing yourself. <<JessicaTalk "I love you. And I’m bisexual, so... this helps in a way. But when I started seeing you... I wanted a boyfriend.">> She pauses, searching for the right words. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date55.jpg" height=500></div> <<JessicaTalk "I wanted a man. Someone who would be... my rock, someone to... well, rock me in bed. And right now... I don’t feel like I have that.">> <<MCTalk "So... what does that mean for us?">> <<JessicaTalk "It means... I don’t think I can get what I need from you, especially... sexually. I need... I need a real man for that. And right now, I know I don’t have one.">> The truth of her words stings, but it’s not unexpected. You’d known, that this was where things were headed. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> voice echoes in your mind, her words ringing clear: <alexandra>Either open up the relationship, or she’ll leave.</alexandra> [[Talk about the open relationship.|JessicaDate11][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> <<MCTalk "I’ve thought about that too, and... if that’s what you need, I’m open to us... opening up the relationship. Maybe finding a way to make this work for both of us.">> <<JessicaTalk "You’d be okay with that? Letting me... be with someone else?">> <<MCTalk "I have thought about it a lot. If that’s what you need, I’m okay with it. But... we should have a serious talk about it, in private. We need to figure out what that would look like for us.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> nods slowly, her expression softening as she reaches out to touch your hand gently. <<JessicaTalk "Uhmm, yeah that's an option. I don’t want to rush into anything without talking it through. But... thank you. For being open about this.">> <<MCTalk "I just want us both to be happy.">> For the first time since the conversation started, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> smiles at you—genuinely this time, her fingers brushing against yours lightly. <<JessicaTalk "I love you babe. We’ll figure it out together, I promise.">> You nod, your heart still heavy but with a small flicker of hope. As the conversation shifts to lighter topics, the weight of the confession still lingers, but you know this is just the beginning of something new for both of you. [[Leave the cafe to buy Jessica a new bikini.|JessicaDate11][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> After their intense conversation at the café, you and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> leave to explore the huge mall, heading toward the swimsuit section for her new bikini. The atmosphere feels lighter, but there's still an underlying tension from your earlier talk. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> walks confidently beside you, her hand occasionally brushing yours as she leads the way through the crowded aisles. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Mall/Abella.jpg" height=600></div> As you pass by a luxury clothing store, you hear an ominous voice. <<AbellaTalk "Well, well, Jessica!">> The voice drips with playful venom, and when you look up, your heart sinks. It’s <abella>Abella</abella>, <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> ex-girlfriend, standing with a tall, muscular man who looks like he just stepped off a runway. She’s radiant, her outfit chic and expensive, a few designer shopping bags dangling from her wrist. Her boyfriend is holding more bags, smirking slightly as <abella>Abella's</abella> eyes flick from <jessica>Jessica</jessica> to you. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> stiffens next to you, her smile faltering for a brief moment before she forces it back onto her face. <<JessicaTalk "Abella.">> <<AbellaTalk "Oh, I didn’t expect to see you here... and with company. So, have you managed to find the boyfriend of your dreams yet?">> Her eyes sparkle with amusement as they land on <jessica>Jessica's</jessica>. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Mall/Abella2.jpg" height=600></div> For a second you feel bad for not being the boyfriend of <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> dreams. Your mind conjures the image of <abella>Abella</abella> sucking her new boyfriend. He is tall, handsome, rich and muscular yet you are not any of those things. For a split moment the unhappiness of getting rejected by <clara>Clara</clara> hits you, for not being anyone's perfect boyfriend! But <jessica>Jessica</jessica> brings you back to the moment. She wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close to her side, and you can feel the tension vibrating through her body. Then, in one swift move, her hand slips down to grab your ass. <<JessicaTalk "This is my girlfriend.">> She says, emphasizing the word with a smirk, giving your ass a playful squeeze. You nearly jump at the unexpected touch, blushing fiercely, but <jessica>Jessica</jessica> doesn’t stop. <<JessicaTalk "She’s been taking care of me in all the right ways, haven’t you, babe?">> Her voice is low, seductive, and possessive all at once. You’re flustered but nod, barely managing a smile as you stand awkwardly under the scrutiny of <abella>Abella</abella> and her boyfriend. <abella>Abella's</abella> smile falters for just a second, a flash of jealousy in her eyes, though she recovers quickly. The towering man just chuckles and wraps his arm around <abella>Abella's</abella> waist, pulling her closer. <b>“Let’s go, babe.”</b> he says in a deep, smug voice, and with one last glance at <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and you, they saunter off, their designer bags swaying at their sides. [[Try to process what just happened!|JessicaDate11][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> As <abella>Abella</abella> and her tall, sexy boyfriend disappear into the crowd, your mind races, trying to process what just happened. The way <jessica>Jessica</jessica> grabbed your ass, the confident way she called you her "girlfriend"—it was unexpected, to say the least. <mc><i>Girlfriend huh? Good thing I did my hair and makeup in the morning...</i></mc> The entire situation with <abella>Abella</abella> feels like a whirlwind. Her taunts, Jessica’s possessive response, and that smug look from <abella>Abella's</abella> boyfriend—it all happened so fast. You felt exposed but also validated by <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> display of ownership. You’re flustered but can’t deny you enjoyed how <jessica>Jessica</jessica> defended you, even if it was to spite her ex. Your sadness for not being the perfect boyfriend washed away after your loving girlfriend called you <mc>girlfriend</mc>. As soon as they’re out of earshot, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> exhales sharply, dropping her arm from your waist. Her fingers linger for a moment on your hip before she lets go completely. You can sense the jealousy simmering just beneath the surface. <<JessicaTalk "She’s still the same smug bitch. But hey, thanks for playing along. That was… weird, huh?">> <<MCTalk "The ex, huh? The one who cheated on you?">> <<JessicaTalk "Yeah, that slut. Lucky bitch got herself a rich hottie...">> Her voice trails off, and you can sense the jealousy bubbling beneath her words, though she tries to mask it with a scoff. There’s a brief moment of silence between you, thick with unspoken tension. You don’t quite know how to respond, so you just nod again, trying to shake off the lingering awkwardness of the situation. <<JessicaTalk "I won't let that bitch ruin another day of mine. Let's go find me a sexy bikini babe.">> You both continue walking, making your way toward <b>Blossoming Apparel</b>. he bright lights and colorful displays help shift the mood as you step inside. Racks of bikinis in every possible style and color line the walls, and <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> eyes light up as she begins browsing through them. She pulls out a few options—green with black outlines and a light blue one. <<JessicaTalk "I liked these two babe. I want to try them on.">> As she disappears into the fitting room with the bikinis draped over her arm, you can’t help but replay the encounter with <abella>Abella</abella> in your mind. The way <jessica>Jessica</jessica> grabbed your ass, the way she called you her “girlfriend” so confidently—it’s still a lot to process. But one thing is clear: this relationship is changing, and fast. And you’re not sure what it will look like when the dust settles. [[Jessica calls you in.|JessicaDate11][$p=6]] <<elseif $p eq 6>> You step into the fitting room, the air feeling warmer the moment you close the door behind you. There, in front of you, is <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, standing tall and confident in front of the mirror. The first thing you notice is the front of the bikini—the thin green fabric barely covering her breasts, and the crisscrossing black strings winding around her waist, pulling tight just above her belly button. It’s such a small, skimpy piece of clothing, and yet it seems to frame her body perfectly. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Mall/JessicaFitting.jpg" height=600></div> Your breath catches as your eyes trace the lines of the fabric, from her chest down to her hips. The way the bikini top clings to her makes you feel a deep stirring of arousal. You don’t even know where to look—her flat stomach, the strings cinching her waist, or the small green patches that cover just enough to keep things decent. <<JessicaTalk "Enjoying the view?">> Before you can answer, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> turns slightly to the side, giving you a new angle. Her toned hips curve out from the tight strings, and as she shifts her weight, your eyes are drawn to the line of her side, the way the green fabric hugs her figure. You can't stop staring. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Mall/JessicaFitting2.jpg" height=600></div> <<JessicaTalk "Wait till you see the back">> [[Jessica turns around to show her ass.|JessicaDate11][$p=7]] <<elseif $p eq 7>> With a slow, deliberate movement, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> turns fully around, her back now facing you. Your mouth goes dry. The bottom of the bikini is little more than a thin black string, disappearing between her cheeks and leaving almost nothing to the imagination. Her ass is perfectly shaped, smooth, and highlighted by the barely-there fabric. She glances over her shoulder at you, the teasing grin still on her face. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Mall/JessicaFitting3.jpg" height=600></div> <<JessicaTalk "What do you think?">> <<MCTalk "You... you look incredible...">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> gives a satisfied smile and turns to face the mirror again, adjusting the strings around her waist. She runs her fingers along them, tracing their path as they wind around her skin. <<JessicaTalk "I knew you'd like this one. I bet Mr. Brown would love this too, don’t you think, babe?">> The mention of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> sends a wave of heat through you. Your heart races, your thoughts swirling with images you try to push away but can’t. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> sees the flush rising in your cheeks, the way your breath quickens, and she smirks. <<JessicaTalk "Yeah, I thought so.">> You nod, your body growing more aroused with every word, every move she makes. She’s teasing you, and it’s working. The idea of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> seeing her like this, admiring her body the way you are now—it makes your head spin. You can’t help the flush of excitement that runs through you. The tension is thick, and the more you think about it, the more your arousal grows. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> watches you with a knowing look, clearly pleased by how easily she’s worked you up. But just as you think she might push things further, she lets out a soft sigh and takes a step back. <<JessicaTalk "As fun as this is, I think this one's a little too revealing for me. Now I want to try the other one babe. Out please.">> [[Get out of the fitting room.|JessicaDate11][$p=8]] [[Ask to stay.|JessicaDate11][$p=9]] <<elseif $p eq 8>><<set $v04fittingroom to 0>> You step out of the fitting room, feeling a mix of excitement and tension still buzzing in your chest from <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> teasing. As you wait outside, you hear a couple of soft clicks coming from inside the changing room. For a moment, you wonder if she’s taking selfies, a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth at the thought. <<JessicaTalk "Alright, babe, come on in.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Mall/JessicaFitting4.jpg" height=600></div> You open the door, and there she is again—this time in a light blue bikini that covers more of her than the last one but is still undeniably sexy. The top clings tightly to her chest. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> smiles as you enter, turning her body so you can get a full view from the front. She hooks her fingers into the waistband of her bikini bottoms, tugging them playfully. <<JessicaTalk "What do you think?">> Her voice is soft but with mischief. You’re struggling to keep your cool, trying not to let your arousal show too much. <<MCTalk "You look amazing.">> She smirks, knowing exactly how much control she has over you in this moment. She spins around. <<JessicaTalk "Hmm, you like this one, don't you?">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Mall/JessicaFitting5.jpg" height=600></div> The thong bikini bottom covers little, her toned ass on full display. She looks over her shoulder at you, her expression playful and full of confidence. Your mind is racing, the heat in your body rising as you take it all in. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> knows what she’s doing—how she’s driving you to the edge with every turn, every slow movement. She sways her hips slightly, letting you drink in the sight of her. <<JessicaTalk "Mr. Brown would love this one too. Can’t you just picture it? Me walking around the pool, looking like this…">> You can barely hold yourself together, the combination of <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> teasing words and the sight of her in the bikini making your head spin with arousal. Your heart pounds in your chest as you nod, completely lost in the fantasy she’s painting. [[Buy the bikini and leave the mall.|JessicaDate11][$p=11]] <<elseif $p eq 9>><<set $v04fittingroom to 1>> <<MCTalk "Baby, can I stay this time?">> <<JessicaTalk "Oh, really? You want to stay and watch me change?">> She steps closer, her body just inches away from yours. The heat radiating from her skin is intoxicating, and your heart races in anticipation. She tilts her head, her eyes dark with desire and mischief. <<JessicaTalk "Oh, naughty. Here's a naughtier idea: if you want to watch me… you should eat me. Right here.">> Her words hang in the air for a moment, heavy and dripping with suggestion. You can barely believe what she’s saying, but the thrill of it all overwhelms any hesitation. You nod, the surge of excitement and lust rushing through your body, leaving you dizzy. <<JessicaTalk "Good girl. Let me try the bikini first.">> You watch, breathless, as she slowly undresses, her body teasingly revealed inch by inch until she’s standing completely naked in front of you. Then, with deliberate slowness, she picks up the light blue bikini and begins to slip it on, her movements graceful and sensual. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/Mall/JessicaFitting.mp4"/></div> She turns her back to you, her ass on full display as she pulls the bikini bottom up her legs, the thong barely covering her ass, the straps rest against her hips, highlighting every curve. You can feel your arousal growing, the sight of her body making your heart race and your skin tingle. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> adjusts the bikini top, the light blue fabric hugging her breasts perfectly as she steps in front of the mirror, checking herself out. You can’t tear your eyes away, completely entranced by her beauty. She catches your reflection in the mirror, noticing the raw lust in your eyes, and she smirks, clearly pleased by your reaction. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Mall/JessicaFitting6.jpg" height=600></div> <<JessicaTalk "You like it, don’t you? Maybe I should send a selfie to Mr. Brown. Make sure he loves it, don’t you think, babe?">> Her words hit you like a freight train, the combination of her teasing and the mention of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> making your stomach twist with jealousy and desire. You can’t help but nod, the fantasy she’s creating pulling you deeper into your own arousal, making you ache for more. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/Mall/JessicaFitting2.mp4"/></div> <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, seeing your reaction, picks up her phone and starts snapping selfies. First, she captures her face and the bikini top, her lips curling into a seductive smile as she poses. You watch, spellbound, as she adjusts the angle, making sure to highlight the curves of her chest and the way the strings of the bikini wrap around her body. Then, with a sly smile, she turns her back to the mirror, positioning her phone behind her to capture a perfect shot of her ass in the thong. She snaps a picture, showing off the way the thin straps barely cover anything, her cheeks perfectly framed by the bikini bottom. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/Mall/JessicaFitting3.mp4"/></div> She flips the phone around to inspect the picture, biting her lip with a satisfied grin. <<JessicaTalk "Oh yeah, Mr. Brown’s going to love this.">> You can hardly hold yourself together, your breath coming in short gasps as you watch her play this game with you. The idea of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> seeing her like this, admiring her body while you stand here helpless, makes your head spin. Your arousal reaches new heights, your body practically trembling as you feel the wetness of pre-cum leaking into your underwear. <<JessicaTalk "You’re practically dripping aren't you?">> She leans in, her lips brushing against your ear. <<JessicaTalk "You want me, don’t you? So desperate… so needy.">> [[You can only nod, your mind too clouded with desire to form coherent words.|JessicaDate11][$p=10]] <<elseif $p eq 10>> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> steps back with a wicked smile, her fingers trailing down to the waistband of the bikini. Slowly, teasingly, she slides it down her legs, the fabric slipping off her body and pooling at her feet. She’s completely naked again, and your heart skips a beat at the sight of her. With a coy smile, she steps over to the seat and sits down, spreading her legs slightly. You kneel between her thighs, your mouth watering at the sight of her, and without hesitation, you lean in, your tongue meeting her warmth. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Mall/JessicaFitting8.jpg" height=500></div> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> lets out a soft moan, her hips shifting as she presses herself against you. You work your tongue over her, savoring the taste of her arousal as you feel her grip tighten in your hair, guiding you. Every sound she makes only drives you further, pushing you to please her even more. Suddenly, <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> phone buzzes beside her. She reaches for it, her breath still heavy, and unlocks the screen with a sly smile. <<JessicaTalk "Look at this, babe.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Mall/JessicaFitting10.jpg"></div> You glance up, your heart pounding in your chest, and see the photo she’s showing you. It’s <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>—shirtless and glistening with sweat, clearly working out. His muscular body is on full display, abs rippling, his powerful arms flexed. He looks like a god—chiseled and perfect in every way, exuding power and confidence even through the screen. The sight of him sends a jolt of arousal through you, mixing with the intense need already building inside you. <<JessicaTalk "I knew you’d like this… Imagine him seeing me in this bikini… touching me, praising me...">> The image she’s painting with her words makes your body heat up even more, the idea of <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> strong hands on her sending a forbidden thrill through you. You can feel yourself leaking, your arousal spiking as your mind swirls with thoughts of her with him. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> smirks down at you, her hand still tangled in your hair as she lowers the phone. <<JessicaTalk "Let’s get back to it, my pussy isn't going to eat itself.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Mall/JessicaFitting9.jpg" height=500></div> You dive in again, your tongue working over her with renewed urgency. Seeing <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> muscles got her even wetter. <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> muffled moans grow louder, her body shifting as you bring her closer to the edge, her hips rocking against your mouth. But just as her breathing starts to quicken, her thighs tensing around your head, the sound of voices from outside pulls you both back to reality. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> freezes, her body going rigid as she looks toward the door. <b>Are you almost done in there?</b> comes the muffled voice of an impatient store worker. <<JessicaTalk "Damn it, I was so close.">> <<MCTalk "Sorry babe, we gotta run.">> You rise to your feet, feeling the weight of everything that just happened, and follow her out, your body still thrumming with unrelieved tension. The game she’s playing with you and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> hangs heavy in the air, leaving you craving more as she saunters ahead, her teasing smile leaving you breathless. [[Buy the bikini and leave the mall.|JessicaDate11][$p=11]] <<elseif $p eq 11>> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and you buy the bikini, exchanging playful glances as you step out of the store. Hopping on the bus back, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> wraps her arm around yours, pulling you close. Her warmth and the soft scent of her perfume make you feel content as you sit side by side, watching the city pass by outside the window. As you get off the bus and start walking, she speaks softly. <<JessicaTalk "I’ve been thinking, babe… I want to test one thing before we open up our relationship. Just to see how we feel about it, without any pressure. But it's getting late now... next time, maybe?">> <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> phone buzzes. She opens it and stiffens slightly. It’s a selfie from <abella>Abella</abella>, flaunting her spectacular, round ass in a bikini thong. You can see the jealousy flicker across <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> face. You chuckle and decide to lighten the mood. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Mall/Abella3.jpg"></div> <<MCTalk "Wow, looks like you’re really an ass person, huh? Lucky for you, I’ve got a pretty nice one too.">> You give your hips a playful shake, drawing a laugh from <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. Her tension fades as she smiles, glancing down at you. <<JessicaTalk "You do have a nice ass.">> Despite all the teasing the two of you share a quiet moment of affection. Wrapping your arms around each other, your lips meet in a soft kiss. It’s a moment of love and support, showing that even through all these changes and uncertainty, you’re in this together. <<link[[Call it a day and go home.|My Room]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $jessicaquest to 11>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $currenthair to "Default">><<set $spa to "Main">><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> You're back in the familiar atmosphere of the photo club. This time, it's <jia>Jia</jia> who’s caught <ethan>Ethan's</ethan> attention. He steps forward, looking at her with that familiar photographer’s gaze, but there’s a bit of tension in the air. <<EthanTalk "I want you to model today, Jia. You’ve got the perfect look, and we could get some amazing shots.">> <<JiaTalk "Sure, but I’d prefer to keep it simple—just portraits. I really want to learn how to capture faces better, and I think this will help.">> <ethan>Ethan's</ethan> smile falters for a moment, clearly expecting her to follow the path others have, including you. <<EthanTalk "Portraits, huh? But we could get so much more if—">> <<MCTalk "I think it’s a great idea, Ethan. Portrait photography can be really powerful, and we’ve all been working on improving that side of things. Plus, it’ll help me get better at focusing on those details.">> <ethan>Ethan</ethan> looks between the two of you, weighing his options. Then, seeing the support you and <jia>Jia</jia> offer each other, he sighs and nods. <<EthanTalk "Alright, alright. We’ll focus on portraits today. Let’s see what we can do.">> As <ethan>Ethan</ethan> begins to prepare the lighting, you feel <liya>Liya</liya> lean in next to you, her breath warm against your ear as she whispers. <<LiyaTalk "Jia’s got such a stunning face, doesn’t she? I mean, look at her. You will be lucky to catch those expressions.">> She gives you a playful nudge, her eyes twinkling with admiration for her girlfriend. You glance over at <jia>Jia</jia>, who’s adjusting her hair, her natural beauty radiating even under the bright studio lights. <<MCTalk "Me?">> <<LiyaTalk "Yeah you should take her photos to practice, go tell Ethan.">> [[Ethan comes near you.|PhotoClub6][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> <ethan>Ethan</ethan> seems to have caught wind of your conversation with <liya>Liya</liya>. He approaches the group, nodding thoughtfully as he sizes up the dynamic between you all. <<EthanTalk "Actually, that’s not a bad idea. How about you take the lead on this one $name? I’ll give some direction, but you’ll be the one behind the camera today. You had said you wanted to practice photography more and here you go.">> <<JiaTalk "Sounds good to me. I trust you’ll make me look good.">> <<LiyaTalk "Told you. You’re going to be lucky to catch those expressions, now get to work.">> With a deep breath, you take the camera from <ethan>Ethan</ethan>, who begins setting up the lighting and guiding <jia>Jia</jia> into her first position. <<EthanTalk "Alright, let’s start simple. Jia, turn slightly to the left. I want soft light on your cheekbones, catching the curve of your face. $name, focus on those details.">> You nod, stepping into place, heart racing as you align the shot. <jia>Jia</jia> looks radiant, her features catching the light perfectly. You adjust the camera settings, framing her face as you press the shutter. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Jia Normal12.jpg" height=600></div> The camera clicks, and with each shot, you feel more at ease, focusing on capturing the subtle shifts in <jia>Jia's</jia> expressions, from a soft smile to a more thoughtful, introspective gaze. <ethan>Ethan</ethan> gives you light feedback, but it’s clear he’s letting you take the lead, trusting you to handle the shoot. <<EthanTalk "Try a tighter crop. Focus on her eyes. That’s where the story is.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Jia Normal11.jpg" height=600></div> You follow his advice, bringing the camera closer to <jia>Jia's</jia> face, zooming in on the stunning details of her eyes and the delicate arch of her brows. <jia>Jia</jia> holds her expressions effortlessly, making your job easy. <liya>Liya</liya> watches closely from the side, clearly proud of both you and <jia>Jia</jia>. Her whispers of admiration keep you motivated, and by the time the session wraps up, you’ve filled the memory card with beautiful shots that highlight Jia’s elegance and natural charm. <<EthanTalk "Not bad at all. You’ve got a good eye for portrait work. Keep focusing on those small details. That’s where the magic happens.">> <jia>Jia</jia> and <liya>Liya</liya> both beam at you, proud of how you handled the session. You can’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment, knowing you’ve captured something special. <<link[[Leave the club.|City]]>><<set $photoquest to 7>><<set $p to 1>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> You sit down on the couch next to <clara>Clara</clara>, the soft hum of the TV filling the room. It's Monday night, and the news is on. The anchor introduces a segment about <jordan>Jordan Douglas</jordan>, a member of the state parliament. His voice is smooth and confident as he announces his candidacy for the state governorship—the first black candidate with a real shot at winning. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Jordan.jpg" height=500></div> The camera cuts to a clip of <jordan>Mr. Douglas</jordan> at a rally, his charisma radiating through the screen. He's tall, impeccably dressed, and his smile is captivating. The crowd cheers as he talks about hope, progress, and change. <clara>Clara</clara> leans back, crossing her arms with a smirk on her face. <<ClaraTalk "Man, that guy is something else, huh? Charismatic, handsome, the whole package. Bet a lot of people are going to be paying attention to him.">> You nod, not trusting yourself to say much. The tension from a couple of nights ago lingers, unspoken but palpable. The news continues, but you barely hear it as your mind drifts back to what <clara>Clara</clara> walked in on. You can feel her eyes on you, and eventually, the conversation shifts. <<ClaraTalk "So, about the other night... As your long time friend, I hadn't realized we had so many things in common.">> Her voice is teasing, but there’s a certain edge to it that makes your heart skip a beat. You glance at her, your stomach tightening, not quite sure what she means. <<MCTalk "Common things?">> You try to sound casual, but the words come out tense, your mind still on what happened two nights ago. <clara>Clara</clara> turns her body toward you, giving you that look—half-amused, half-serious, like she’s about to drop some truth on you. <<ClaraTalk "Yeah, wearing panties and masturbating to BBC.">> Your face burns instantly, a rush of embarrassment and arousal crashing over you. You want to say something, deny it, laugh it off, but nothing comes out. <clara>Clara</clara> just smirks, her eyes sharp and playful as she continues. <<ClaraTalk "You know, that's how it started with me, looking at interracial porn. The size, the color, the contrast... It made me feel so horny, so alive. And, as you know, when I got the chance to have sex with black men here, I didn't lose any time.">> Her words hang heavy in the air, and you feel a deep, aching heat pool in your belly. The way she talks about it so freely, so confidently—it stirs something inside you. The memory of what she saw you doing, her finding those panties... it all comes rushing back in full force. <<MCTalk "I... I didn’t know. Is that how you got into 'athletic black men?'">> Your mind is spinning, and all you can think about is the way <clara>Clara</clara> is looking at you now, the knowing gleam in her eyes, like she’s figuring you out piece by piece. <<ClaraTalk "Yeah, but don't change the subject.">> [[Clara continues to pry.|Clara Night12][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> <<ClaraTalk "You liked what you were watching, didn’t you?">> You nod slowly, your body betraying you. <mc><i>Thank God she doesn't know whose BBC that was.</i></mc> <<ClaraTalk "I get it. It’s not just about the porn, though, is it? It’s something deeper. You... liked how it made you feel, right? The power dynamic, the submission.">> Even without knowing the background of that image she knows it was more than just arousal. It was the sense of being overwhelmed, consumed by something bigger, stronger. <<MCTalk "I guess... I guess I liked feeling submissive.">> You can’t look at her when you say it, the shame burning in your chest. But <clara>Clara</clara> just chuckles softly, her tone more understanding than mocking. <<ClaraTalk "Yeah, that’s what I thought. You’re a sissy white boy, aren’t you? You don’t just like wearing panties, you like... all of it. The idea of being dominated, of being in that submissive role.">> <<MCTalk "I guess there's no reason to lie. I recently figured out I am a sissy.">> Admitting it out loud to <clara>Clara</clara>, feels like both a release and a plunge into something unknown. You brace for judgment, but instead, you hear her soft laugh again. <<ClaraTalk "There you go, that's it. Own it. There's no shame in being who you are. And honestly? I think it's kind of cute. You know, a lot of white boys spend their whole lives pretending to be something they’re not. But you... you're lucky. You already know who you are.">> She shifts closer to you on the couch, her hand resting on your knee. The touch is gentle, but it sends a shockwave of excitement and nervousness through you. [[Clara pulls out her phone.|Clara Night12][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> <<if $claradarius eq 1>> <<ClaraTalk "Now, remember when I said I'd show you some homemade stuff?">> She starts scrolling through her gallery. Your heart races, the anticipation making your stomach flip. Her fingers swipe one last time, and she turns the screen toward you. Your breath catches in your throat as you see the photo. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/ClaraDarius4.jpg" height=500></div> You know immediately who it is—<darius>Darius</darius>. He’s holdind <clara>Clara's</clara> ankles, her legs spread wide, and the muscular black man is holding them up. His torso is covered in tattoos, each one swirling with intricate designs. You don't see his big black cock or <clara>Clara's</clara> pussy but from the photo it is clear, he is inside her. You want to feel disturbed, but you can’t. All you can focus on is how undeniably hot the photo is. <darius>Darius's</darius> strong, tattooed arms gripping <clara>Clara's</clara> ankles, the contrast between their bodies, his dark skin against her... it makes your heart pound in a way you weren’t expecting. With the photo taken from <clara>Clara's</clara> perspective in missionary, for a split second you imagine yourself in her place. <<MCTalk "That’s... wow.">> Your voice is barely a whisper as you feel your face flush with heat. <<ClaraTalk "Yeah, Darius. He’s something, isn’t he?">> She’s smiling, clearly enjoying your reaction, but you can’t look at her. Your eyes are glued to the image, your mind a whirlwind of conflicting feelings. <<ClaraTalk "It's okay, you know. You don’t have to say anything. I get it. It’s a lot.">> You nod, unable to muster any more words. The tension in the room feels like it’s suffocating you, and all you want is to escape this weird, uncomfortable feeling you’re having. <clara>Clara</clara> gives you a knowing smile, then stands up, stretching her arms over her head. <<ClaraTalk "Anyway, it’s getting late. I think we both need some sleep.">> <<MCTalk "Yeah... I think you're right.">> Your voice is quieter now, and you glance one last time at the phone before <clara>Clara</clara> locks the screen and slips it into her pocket. Without another word, you both head toward your respective bedrooms, the weight of the night hanging between you. <<elseif $claradarius eq 0>> <<ClaraTalk "Now, remember when I said I'd show you some homemade stuff?">> <clara>Clara's</clara> voice is teasing, playful, but there's an edge to it that sends a shiver down your spine. She starts scrolling through her phone, her fingers moving with purpose as your heart begins to race. You can’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. Her fingers swipe one last time, and she turns the screen toward you with a smirk. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Clara15.jpg" height=450></div> Your breath catches in your throat as the image fills your vision. It’s <clara>Clara</clara>, but not just her — she’s sandwiched between two black men. One is seated on the sofa, his muscular arms resting casually on her ass while <clara>Clara</clara> straddles him in cowgirl position, her naked body grinding against him. But that’s not all. The other man is standing above her, his cock deep in her mouth. You stare at the image, stunned. Every detail screams raw, unfiltered lust — the contrast between their dark skin and her light body, the way she’s completely lost in the moment, her expression one of pure pleasure. Her voice pulls you back to reality, but you can’t look away from the photo. Your mouth is dry, your head spinning with the intensity of it all. <<ClaraTalk "Pretty hot, huh?">> <<MCTalk "I-I... wow, Clara...">> <<ClaraTalk "Thanks to you I ended things with Darius, remember? Now I can be even more free.">> She winks, her tone casual, as if showing you this photo was no big deal. You try to respond, but your throat feels tight, your mind still processing what you’ve just seen. The image is burned into your brain, the thought of her being so uninhibited, so wild, with two men at once. <<ClaraTalk "Didn’t expect this, did you?">> <<MCTalk "N-no... I guess I didn’t.">> Your voice is shaky, barely a whisper. The room feels suddenly too small, too hot, as the intensity of the moment crashes over you. You shift uncomfortably, trying to ignore the heat pooling in your stomach. She locks the screen and tucks her phone away, but the image lingers in your mind, searing itself into your thoughts. <<ClaraTalk "Anyway, it’s getting late. I think we both need some sleep.">> <<MCTalk "Yeah... I think you're right.">> Without another word, you both head toward your respective bedrooms, the weight of the night hanging between you. <</if>> [[Go to your room.|Clara Night12][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/MCBed.jpg" height=450></div> You make your way back to your bedroom, heart still pounding from what you just saw. Alongside arousal there’s something else. A growing warmth that isn't just lust. As you crawl into bed, you realize that you're happy — truly happy. Your friends, your roommate <clara>Clara</clara>, your girlfriend <jessica>Jessica</jessica> — all of them have accepted you for who you are. They’ve supported you, teased you, but never judged you. <clara>Clara</clara>’s teasing about the panties, <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> encouragement, even <jia>Jia</jia> and <liya>Liya's</liya> support... they’ve all made this journey easier. You’re a sissy, and the people close to you are okay with that. More than okay, really. They’ve embraced it, embraced you. You feel liked after a long time! <<set $stress +=20>><<Stress>> But as that warm feeling spreads, a subtle fear creeps in, too. Your family. What will they think? They don’t know the new you, the person you’re becoming. What if they don’t understand? What if they don’t accept it like your friends have? What will your mother think? She even worried about your growing hair, how will she react to new, no, real you? You try to push those thoughts away, but they linger at the edge of your mind as you settle into bed. The happiness is there, strong and comforting, but that flicker of fear remains. You wonder how they’ll react when they see the real you. But tonight, you’re too tired to dwell on it. <<link[[Prepare to Sleep|My Room]]>><<set $p eq 1>><<set $claraquest to 14>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>><<set $sidemenu to 1>> <nicole>Nicole</nicole> spots you from across the gym and walks over with a grin. <<NicoleTalk "Hey, $name! Looking good as always. Ready to crush it today?">> <<MCTalk "Yeah, let's do this!">> As you start your workout together, <nicole>Nicole</nicole> keeps an eye on your form, offering pointers and encouragement. Every movement feels smoother, more controlled than ever before, your body responding to the weeks of hard work. The crop top hugs your torso, showing off your growing definition, and the leggings showcase the roundness of your ass and the sleek lines of your legs. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MC Waist3.jpg" width=250></div> Between sets, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and pause. There's something different—a subtle but noticeable change in your silhouette. Your waist looks just a bit slimmer, more defined. A rush of pride washes over you. All the effort, the yoga, the workouts, everything is paying off, and your body is transforming right before your eyes. <<NicoleTalk "See what I mean? You’re getting so much stronger and more toned. Your waist is really slimming down too! Keep it up.">> <<MCTalk "Thanks, Nicole. I can feel it... I’m really proud of how far I’ve come. Thank you for everything.">> <<NicoleTalk "Aww, you did all those workouts, I am here to just help honey. And yeah, you're killing it!">> With that renewed confidence, you dive back into the workout, feeling lighter on your feet, empowered by the changes. After the workout, you head to the locker room to freshen up, taking one last look in the mirror, admiring your reflection with a sense of pride. <mc><i>I wonder if a piercing would look nice on my slim belly...</i></mc> <<link[[Leave the Gym|City]]>><<set $sidemenu to 0>><<set $gymquest to 13>><<set $time +=1>><<set $waist = 3>><<set $waistbeauty = 2>><<Beauty>><<TimeDay>><<set $navelpierced to 0>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> When you arrive, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> is already waiting, leaning casually against a bench. She looks effortlessly beautiful, her usual confidence radiating off her as she smiles at you. <<JessicaTalk "Hey, babe. Ready?">> You nod, smiling back. You two take the bus and head toward the city mall once again. The day feels like it's full of possibilities, and your mind races with what <jessica>Jessica</jessica> might have in mind for this "test." She’s playful but serious, and you trust her to push boundaries without crossing lines. As you approach the mall, Jessica gives you a little nudge. <<JessicaTalk "Okay, so there's something we need to pick up for this whole ‘opening up’ idea. You’re okay with trying something new, right?">> Your curiosity deepens, and you nod eagerly. In the mall she leads you to a shop you’ve never noticed before: "Sensual Selections". The name is bold in neon lights, and the moment you step inside, it’s clear this is no ordinary store. The walls are lined with lingerie, toys, and everything in between. You swallow hard, feeling your pulse quicken as Jessica confidently strides ahead. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Mall/SensualSelections.jpg" height=500></div> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> moves with purpose, casually browsing the different displays, but you can't help but notice her smirk as her fingers glide over the products. She knows exactly what she’s doing, and the thought of her taking charge like this only fuels the knot of excitement and anxiety building inside you. You follow her to a specific section—large, intimidating dildos lined up in neat rows, each one bigger than the last. Some are sleek, others ribbed or curved, but the one thing they all have in common is their sheer size. As you stare at the array of massive black dildos, your throat goes dry. They’re all much bigger than you. Every one of them. The bad news is, they are even bigger than her big white dildo. Your arousal fuel your humiliation and vice versa. [[Jessica picks one black dildo.|JessicaDate12][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> You swallow hard, watching as Jessica picks up one of the large dildos, turning it over in her hands. Her fingers trace the length of the dildo, and you can’t help but imagine what it would look like in action. The weight of it, the stretch... A wave of arousal surges through you, but with it comes that familiar sense of inadequacy. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date56.jpg"></div> <<JessicaTalk "What do you think, babe?">> <<MCTalk "It’s... really big.">> You manage to choke out the words, and <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> smirk widens, clearly enjoying how flustered you are. But before you can say more, your eyes drift down, and you notice something that sends another jolt of excitement through you—<jessica>Jessica</jessica> isn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples are pressing against the thin fabric of her shirt, hard and clearly visible. She’s as turned on as you are. Your heart skips a beat as you realize that this whole situation is turning her on just as much as it is you. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> catches you staring and gives you a playful wink. <<JessicaTalk "You like what you see?">> <<link[[Yeah. You’re incredible.|JessicaDate12]]>><<set $p to 3>><<set $jessicadate12firstchoice to 1>><</link>> <<link[[Maybe. But you’re definitely enjoying showing off, aren’t you?|JessicaDate12]]>><<set $p to 3>><<set $jessicadate12firstchoice to 2>><</link>> <<link[[You nod, unable to form words.|JessicaDate12]]>><<set $p to 3>><<set $jessicadate12firstchoice to 3>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 3>> <<if $jessicadate12firstchoice eq 1>> <<MCTalk "Yeah. You’re incredible.">> Your voice comes out steady, but the arousal thick in your tone betrays just how affected you are. Jessica’s smirk softens slightly, though her eyes stay locked on yours with a glimmer of playful dominance. <<JessicaTalk "Good answer.">> Her hand brushes over the massive black dildo she had set down moments earlier, her fingers lingering as if to remind you of what’s to come. <<JessicaTalk "I like it when you’re honest, babe. Makes everything so much more fun.">> <<elseif $jessicadate12firstchoice eq 2>> <<MCTalk "Maybe. But you’re definitely enjoying showing off, aren’t you?">> Jessica laughs, her smirk widening as she picks up the dildo again, holding it casually but with unmistakable purpose. <<JessicaTalk "And? What if I am?">> Her voice is light, but her confidence has an edge that makes your pulse race. The way her fingers trail over the dildo’s length sends a jolt of anticipation through you. <<JessicaTalk "I don’t think you mind, though. In fact, I think you love it.">> <<elseif $jessicadate12firstchoice eq 3>> You nod dumbly, unable to tear your eyes away from her chest. She chuckles softly, setting the dildo down for a moment to adjust her shirt, but it only makes things worse—her movements only emphasize her nipples even more. The whole situation feels electric, charged with a tension you can’t quite describe. Jessica’s smirk grows, her dominance palpable as she picks up the massive black dildo again. Her fingers glide along its length, and you swallow hard, your gaze fixed on the intimidating object. <<JessicaTalk "Speechless, huh?">> She steps closer, her chest brushing lightly against your arm, and her voice drops to a teasing murmur. <<JessicaTalk "I guess actions really do speak louder than words.">> Her smirk widens as she notices how flushed and overwhelmed you are, a mix of anticipation and nerves coursing through you. <</if>> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> pays for the dildo at the counter, her confidence radiating from her as she makes small talk with the cashier. You stand beside her, barely able to focus on anything other than what’s about to happen. As she slips the bag over her arm, she turns to you with a devilish grin. <<JessicaTalk "Alright, let's head back to my place. We’ve got some experimenting to do.">> You arrive at <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> bedroom, your heart pounding as the reality of what’s about to happen sinks in. <<JessicaTalk "Alright, babe, let’s get started.">> Her voice is playful but firm as she motions toward the bed. You nod, your throat dry as you walk over to it, sitting down as instructed. Your hands fumble nervously as you remove your pants and underwear, leaving yourself exposed. The cool air of the room hits your skin, and your arousal only intensifies. You feel small, both physically and emotionally, sitting there with your bare legs dangling off the edge of the bed. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> watches you with a smirk as she settles onto the couch across the room, the bag with the dildo resting beside her. She takes her time, enjoying your obvious discomfort, but instead of feeling embarrassed or ashamed, it only turns you on more. The humiliation is like fuel to the fire of your arousal, and you can’t stop your body from responding to it. <<JessicaTalk "You look so cute sitting there, babe. But you know this is just the warm-up, right?">> She pulls the dildo out of the bag, holding it up in front of you. The difference in size is glaring. The black silicone toy is easily twice your length, maybe more, and so much thicker. The way <jessica>Jessica</jessica> handles it, turning it over in her hands, makes the disparity even more obvious. <<JessicaTalk "This thing’s huge, huh? Bigger than you, babe.">> Her teasing tone sends a shiver down your spine. You bite your lip, feeling the heat in your body rise as you watch her, the words sinking deep into your mind. The size difference is humiliating, but instead of making you feel ashamed, it only makes you more excited. You can't help but compare yourself to the toy she’s holding. It’s obvious that you’re outmatched in every way. <<JessicaTalk "You know, I was thinking about Mr. Brown the other day. He’s so... commanding. Makes you wonder how he measures up to this, right?">> <mc><i>Well I know, he looks even bigger...</i></mc> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date57.jpg" height=600></div> <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> You sit there, your hands gripping the edge of the bed, watching as <jessica>Jessica</jessica> starts to stroke the dildo slowly, teasing herself with it. Her breathing deepens, her chest rising and falling with each movement. She moans softly, clearly enjoying the sensation. Your body tenses as you watch, trying to resist the overwhelming urge to touch yourself. <<JessicaTalk "Mmm, look at that. So big, so thick... Think you could ever fill me like this, babe?">> <<MCTalk "N-No baby.">> Her voice is low, sultry, dripping with lust as she continues to stroke the dildo. Your face burns with both arousal and humiliation, but you can’t look away. Every word she says, every movement of her hand, makes your heart race faster. Finally, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> leans forward and wraps her lips around the head of the dildo, giving it slow, deliberate oral attention. Her eyes remain locked on yours, and the sight of her mouth working over the massive toy sends another wave of excitement through you. With her other hand she starts to rub her clit. <<JessicaTalk "Mmm, how do you think I’d do with this inside me, babe? Think you could handle watching?">> [[Jessica is ready to insert the black dildo into her pussy.|JessicaDate12][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date58.jpg"></div> <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> eyes gleam with lust as she pulls the dildo away from her lips, holding it up for a moment, teasing both herself and you with the next inevitable step. Your heart races as you watch her stand and straddle the couch, positioning the big toy between her legs. She guides the head of the dildo toward her wetness, her eyes never leaving yours as she slowly lowers herself onto it. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date59.jpg"></div> <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> Her moan is deep and raw, filling the room as the thick black silicone disappears inside her inch by inch. Your breath catches in your throat as you watch her body stretch to accommodate the size. The sight is almost too much to handle, and you feel a rush of heat surge through you. You glance down at yourself, already leaking pre-cum, your arousal undeniable and impossible to hide. <<JessicaTalk "God, it's so big... mmm, feels amazing.">> Her voice trembles with pleasure as she begins to move, rocking her hips slowly, savoring the sensation of the dildo inside her. Your heart pounds as you watch her, transfixed by the way she moves, by the way her body reacts to the size of the dildo. <<JessicaTalk "You see this, babe? Mmm... it fills me so much more than you ever could. You like watching me take it, don’t you?">> You nod weakly, too overcome with arousal to respond verbally. <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> moans grow louder as she rides the toy, her hands gripping the arm of the couch for support. Each movement she makes sends a ripple of pleasure through you, though you haven’t touched yourself. The sight of her, combined with her teasing words, has you on the edge. Your hands tighten around the sheets, your body trembling as you try to hold back from touching yourself, not wanting to climax too soon. The mix of arousal and submission swirls inside you like a storm. You feel utterly powerless in this moment, but it’s a powerlessness that thrills you. <<JessicaTalk "You’re leaking already! Okay, babe, let’s pause for a second. We need to talk about how this is going.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> gets up, drinks a sip of water and talks to you. <<JessicaTalk "So, how are you feeling about all this?">> <<link[[I can’t believe how much this is turning me on.|JessicaDate12]]>><<set $p to 5>><<set $jessicadate12secondchoice to 1>><</link>> <<link[[It’s incredible. You’re incredible. I can’t look away.|JessicaDate12]]>><<set $p to 5>><<set $jessicadate12secondchoice to 2>><</link>> <<link[[I didn’t think you’d like this so much...|JessicaDate12]]>><<set $p to 5>><<set $jessicadate12secondchoice to 3>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 5>> <<if $jessicadate12secondchoice eq 1>> <<MCTalk "I... I can’t believe how much this is turning me on.">> Jessica laughs softly, the sound warm and teasing as her eyes glint with mischief. <<JessicaTalk "Oh, I can absolutely believe it. You’re practically vibrating with excitement, babe.">> Her words send a flush of heat to your face, but you can’t deny the truth in them. You glance down at yourself, your arousal impossible to hide, and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> notices immediately. Her smirk widens as she takes a step closer, her confidence radiating from her every movement. <<JessicaTalk "You know what I love about this? It’s how honest you’re being. You’re not even trying to hide it.">> She lifts the massive black dildo, holding it like a trophy, and runs her fingers along its length with deliberate slowness. Her gaze flickers between the toy and you, and you feel another surge of arousal at the way she handles it so effortlessly. <<JessicaTalk "And honestly? That’s what makes this so much fun for me. Seeing you like this—it’s the best.">> Her teasing tone leaves you speechless, your heart pounding as she holds the dildo out toward you. <<elseif $jessicadate12secondchoice eq 2>> <<MCTalk "It’s incredible. You’re incredible. I can’t look away.">> <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> expression softens, a flicker of warmth passing through her teasing smirk as she meets your gaze. <<JessicaTalk "Aww, babe, you’re too sweet. But don’t think for a second I don’t know exactly what I’m doing to you right now.">> She tilts her head slightly, her eyes filled with a mix of affection and mischief as she steps closer to you. Her fingers trace the length of the dildo with practiced ease, her movements deliberate and sensual. <<JessicaTalk "I’ll admit, though, it’s kind of amazing to see you like this. So focused. So... captivated. Makes me feel pretty damn incredible too.">> Her voice carries a genuine note of appreciation, and you feel a rush of warmth at her words. It’s not just the sight of her with the toy or the way she moves—it’s the way she looks at you, like you’re the only person in the world who matters right now. <<JessicaTalk "You’re making this even more fun for me, you know? I love seeing you like this. It’s... kind of addictive.">> She lifts the dildo, holding it out to you with a playful yet intimate smile. <<JessicaLove 1>> <<elseif $jessicadate12secondchoice eq 3>> <<MCTalk "I didn’t think you’d like this so much...">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> raises an eyebrow, her smirk deepening as she leans casually against the couch. She twirls the dildo in her hands, her grip firm yet effortless. <<JessicaTalk "Oh, babe, you have no idea how much I’m loving this.">> Her voice is low and sultry, sending a shiver down your spine as she takes a step closer. She glances down at the toy, then back at you, her eyes sparkling with excitement. <<JessicaTalk "Honestly? I wasn’t sure how this would go at first. But seeing the way you’re reacting, the way you’re letting me take the lead... it’s amazing.">> Her cheeks flush slightly, though her confidence doesn’t waver. She runs her fingers along the length of the dildo, her touch almost reverent. <<JessicaTalk "And this thing... God, it’s incredible. It’s so different from what I’m used to. It’s exciting, you know?">> Her gaze locks onto yours, her expression softening slightly. <<JessicaTalk "But what I’m really loving is how open you’re being. It’s like we’re discovering something new together, and I think that’s... kind of special.">> Her words catch you off guard, the sincerity in her tone making your heart race even faster. She lifts the dildo with a playful smile, holding it out to you. <</if>> <<JessicaTalk "Wanna hold it? Just to feel how big it is compared to you?">> Your breath catches as you stare at the massive toy in her hands. Nervously, you nod. She leans forward, handing the dildo to you, and you take it with trembling hands. The weight of it is substantial, and as you try to wrap your fingers around the thick shaft, you realize that your fingers can’t even meet on the other side. The reality of the size difference hits you even harder now that you’re holding it, and it sends another wave of arousal and humiliation coursing through you. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date60.jpg" height=600></div> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> watches you, her smile widening. <<JessicaTalk "Big, isn’t it? Feels different when you’re the one holding it, huh?">> Your hands tremble as you hold the dildo, the weight of it heavy in your palms. It’s impossible to ignore the size, the way it feels so substantial compared to you. As you try to wrap your fingers around it, the reality of your own inadequacy settles in. The dildo is massive, thick and long, so much more than you could ever be. Your heart races, a mix of arousal and humiliation swirling together in your chest. Instead of feeling discouraged, though, it only turns you on more. The inadequacy is like a weight pressing down on you, but instead of pulling you down, it pushes you deeper into your desire. You want this—need this. Jessica’s voice breaks the silence again, her tone soft but playful. <<JessicaTalk "Go ahead, babe. Compare it to yourself. Let’s see how you measure up.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date61.jpg"></div> <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> Your heart skips a beat, your body frozen for a moment as her words sink in. You swallow hard, but you don’t resist. Your fingers shake as you hold the dildo next to yourself, and the sight of it nearly takes your breath away. The dildo is easily twice your size, both in length and thickness. It dwarfs you in every way, making you feel impossibly small. Your heart pounds in your chest, and you bite your lip harder, trying to hold back the flood of emotions rushing through you. <<if $bbcinterest gte 20>><<set $sub +=1>> The sheer size of the dildo in your hand is overwhelming, its dark, imposing presence making your own size feel insignificant by comparison. It’s not just the length or the thickness—though both are easily double your own—but the way it feels, the weight of it, the undeniable power it represents. Your breath quickens, your body trembling as a mix of arousal and intimidation courses through you. Your mind floods with images of <jessica>Jessica</jessica> taking something like this for real, her moans echoing in your ears, and the thought sends a shiver down your spine. You glance up at her, her eyes fixed on you with a mixture of affection and playful dominance, and you can’t help but feel utterly captivated by the moment. <</if>> <<JessicaTalk "Wow, babe... look at that. Twice the size of you. But we knew you were so little, right?">> You nod submissively. Her voice is soft, gentle and affectionate. <<JessicaTalk "And you watching me with something this big? It just shows how much you care, how much you love me. That’s what makes us special.">> Her words hit you like a warm wave, washing over your insecurities with a sense of acceptance and love. The way she frames it, the way she talks about your size, it doesn’t feel like an insult. It feels like she’s praising you for embracing who you are, for being willing to watch her, for finding pleasure in the difference. It’s wholesome, in its own teasing way, and it only makes you more aroused. <<MCTalk "Yeah, it is so much bigger. I want to see you enjoy it, fully.">> [[Jessica takes the dildo.|JessicaDate12][$p=6]] <<elseif $p eq 6>> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> takes the dildo from you, her eyes flickering with a spark of lust and excitement as she moves to the floor. She positions herself on her hands and knees, her toned body on full display, her butt raised in the air facing you. Your breath catches in your throat at the sight, your eyes glued to her every movement. She glances over her shoulder, locking eyes with you. There’s something in her gaze, something primal and knowing, as if she’s fully aware of the effect this is having on you. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaDate12.mp4"/></div> <<Arousalincrease 30>><<Arousal>> Her eyes flutter closed, her lips parting as a soft, euphoric moan escapes her. You sit on the bed, completely mesmerized. The way her body reacts, the way her face contorts with pleasure, it’s something you’ve never seen before. Her moans are louder, more uninhibited, raw in a way that makes your entire body thrum with arousal. This black dildo gives her even more joy than her old one! She’s so wet that it’s dripping down her legs, making the scene even more intense. The contrast between her skin and the black toy is striking, almost hypnotic. The size difference is overwhelming, and yet, you can’t tear your eyes away. It’s all so much, so incredibly erotic, that it takes everything in you to not touch yourself. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> slowly pulls the dildo out, her breath heavy and face flushed, and looks over at you, her chest rising and falling with each exhale. The moment feels electric, the tension between you nearly palpable. <<JessicaTalk "You can touch yourself now, babe... I’m about to finish, too.">> [[Jessica moves back to the couch.|JessicaDate12][$p=7]] <<elseif $p eq 7>> You watch her as she moves back to the couch, laying down on her back, facing you, pulling her legs back with ease. The sight of her like this, so open and flexible, makes your mouth go dry. She spreads herself wide, giving you a full view of everything. Your fingers find your tiny, little dick as you start to jerk yourself with two fingers. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> wastes no time, slipping the dildo back inside herself, her movements rapid, the sound of her wetness filling the room as she thrusts the toy in and out. Her face is one of pure bliss, eyes half-closed, mouth slightly open as moans escape her lips. Each thrust is deliberate, faster, more intense than before, and your heart races in time with her rhythm. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaDate13.mp4"/></div> <<Arousalincrease 30>><<Arousal>> <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> breathing becomes ragged as she rides the dildo with increasing intensity. Her hips move faster, the slick sounds filling the room, and her moans grow louder, more desperate. You can see it on her face—she’s getting close, her body trembling with anticipation. Her eyes flutter shut as she bites her lip, lost in the overwhelming sensation of the toy inside her. Her breath quickens, and her hand drops between her legs, fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in small, desperate circles. <<JessicaTalk "Oh God... y-yes... Mr. Brown... Fuck me with your big black cock!">> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaDate14.mp4"/></div> Your heart skips a beat at her confession, a jolt of arousal and humiliation flooding your body. She’s imagining the dildo is him—<andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. The thought only adds to the intensity of the moment, making everything feel more real, more raw. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> gasps, her body tensing as she reaches the edge, and then, with one final moan, she squirts. Her fluids spill onto the couch, her body shaking as waves of pleasure crash through her. The sight of her squirting, the knowledge that this toy gave her an orgasm so powerful, drives you wild. In just seconds, you’re climaxing too, your body trembling as you spill over the edge. For a moment, neither of you moves, the room filled only with the sound of your heavy breathing. Then, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> sits up, her body still flushed, and looks at you with a lazy, satisfied smile. <<link[[You two clean up in silence.|JessicaDate12]]>><<set $arousal to 0>> <<set $p to 8>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 8>> You both clean up quickly, wiping away the evidence of your intense session before slipping into bed together. The air between you feels different—charged, yet oddly calm. There’s a sense of relief, like a weight has been lifted from both of your shoulders. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> curls up next to you, her head resting on your chest, and for a while, the two of you just lie there in comfortable silence. <<JessicaTalk "Well... I think we passed the test, babe.">> <<MCTalk "Yeah... we did.">> The words come out quietly, but there’s no hesitation. You know she’s right. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> shifts slightly, looking up at you with an almost thoughtful expression. <<JessicaTalk "So... how do you feel about it now? About... opening up our relationship?">> The question hangs in the air for a moment. You think back to the way you felt watching her with that dildo, imagining it was <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, the way your body responded to her moans and to the size difference. There’s no denying it, you loved it. You loved seeing her like that, knowing she was getting pleasure in ways you couldn’t provide. <<link[[I want to be your cuckold, Jessica.|JessicaDate12]]>><<set $p to 9>><<set $jessicadate12thirdchoice to 1>><</link>> <<link[[Maybe we should open up our relationship.|JessicaDate12]]>><<set $p to 9>><<set $jessicadate12thirdchoice to 2>><</link>> <<link[[I trust you. I want to follow your lead in this.|JessicaDate12]]>><<set $p to 9>><<set $jessicadate12thirdchoice to 3>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 9>> <<if $jessicadate12thirdchoice eq 1>> <<MCTalk "I think... I want to be your cuckold, Jessica. Watching you like that, imagining you with someone like Mr. Brown... it just feels right.">> The words spill out of you, your heart pounding as you let the truth hang in the air. Every nerve in your body feels alive, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through you. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> freezes for a moment, her eyes widening before a slow, sultry smile spreads across her lips. <<JessicaTalk "You really mean that, babe? You’d want to watch me with someone else? With someone like Mr. Brown?">> Her voice is a soft purr, her excitement unmistakable as she leans closer to you. Her gaze feels magnetic, locking you in place. <<MCTalk "Yes... I loved watching you with that dildo. Seeing you so happy, so... full. It’s all I could think about. I just want to make you happy, Jessica.">> Your voice trembles, your vulnerability on full display. Her expression shifts, a mix of affection and playful dominance as she cups your cheek. <<JessicaTalk "Oh, babe, you’re so sweet. And so honest. I love that about you—you’re not afraid to share this with me. But... if we’re going to do this, it has to be fair, okay? I don’t want to be selfish. This isn’t just about me.">> Her words take you by surprise. You blink at her, confused for a moment, before a nervous smile creeps onto your face. <<MCTalk "Ohh, so I can sleep around too?">> <<JessicaTalk "Of course, baby! I want us both to have fun and grow together. I know how horny you are—I see the way you get around Alexandra. You’re practically melting every time she teases you.">> Her laughter is light and teasing, but there’s no malice in it—only warmth and understanding. Your face flushes at her words, but you can’t deny the truth. <<MCTalk "I mean... she’s amazing. And so confident. But I never thought...">> <<JessicaTalk "Oh, please. Alexandra’s been circling you like a shark since day one. And I can’t blame her—my boyfriend is adorable and has that irresistible charm. I’d love to see you two together. Honestly, it’d be so hot.">> The thought of <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, her curves, her confidence, her teasing words, fills your mind, and you feel a rush of excitement. <<MCTalk "You’re really okay with that?">> <<JessicaTalk "Babe, I wouldn’t have brought it up if I wasn’t. This is about us being open with each other. Exploring together. If I’m with Mr. Brown, why shouldn’t you have some fun with Alexandra?">> Her hand squeezes yours, grounding you in the moment. <<MCTalk "You’re amazing, Jessica. I love you. And... I’m excited about this. It feels right.">> <<JessicaTalk "I love you too, babe. And I think this will bring us even closer. Let’s talk to Mr. Brown and Alexandra about it—they can help guide us.">> Her confidence and care wash over you, filling you with a sense of calm anticipation. <<JessicaLove 2>> <<elseif $jessicadate12thirdchoice eq 2>> <<MCTalk "Jessica, I’ve been thinking... maybe we should open up our relationship. For both of us.">> Your voice is quiet but steady, though your heart is racing. You’ve only been together for two months, but the connection feels deeper than that, and you’re hoping she’ll understand. <<JessicaTalk "For both of us, huh?">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> raises an eyebrow, her lips curving into a teasing smile. She leans back slightly, studying you with that playful glint in her eyes you’ve come to adore. <<JessicaTalk "Let me guess... this wouldn’t have anything to do with a certain busty, bossy blonde we both know, would it?">> Her tone is light, teasing, but the warmth in her gaze keeps you from feeling embarrassed. <<MCTalk "I mean... I wouldn’t mind. But it’s not just about her. I just... I don’t want to be left out, Jess. Watching you earlier was incredible, but I realized that if we’re doing this, I want to be part of it too. I want us to explore, together.">> You pause, searching her face for a reaction. She doesn’t look upset—in fact, she looks... pleased. <<JessicaTalk "Babe, that’s fair. Honestly, I’ve been thinking about it too. If we’re opening things up, it has to be for both of us. And trust me, I know how horny you are. There’s no way I’d let you just sit on the sidelines without getting to have some fun too.">> Her words wash over you, filling you with relief and gratitude. <<MCTalk "So, you’d be okay with me being with Alexandra? I mean... if it ever happened.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> laughs softly, her fingers tracing circles on your thigh. <<JessicaTalk "Babe, I’ve seen the way she looks at you. And let’s be real—I’ve seen the way you look at her. She’s gorgeous, confident, and... well, she’d probably blow your mind. Why wouldn’t I be okay with it?">> You blush, but her laughter is infectious. <<MCTalk "Okay, fine, I wouldn’t exactly say no if it ever happened. But this isn’t just about Alexandra. It’s about us. I love what we have, and I think opening up could make it even better—for both of us.">> She leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before pulling back with a smile. <<JessicaTalk "I love that you’re thinking about us, babe. And you’re right—if we’re doing this, it’s together. No one’s getting left out.">> Her words bring a wave of relief and excitement. <<MCTalk "So... we talk to them? About how this could work?">> <<JessicaTalk "Definitely. Alexandra and Mr. Brown have already been through this—they’ll have all kinds of advice. And let’s be honest, they’re probably waiting for us to bring it up.">> The thought makes you laugh nervously, but you nod. <<JessicaLove 1>> <<elseif $jessicadate12thirdchoice eq 3>> <<MCTalk "Jessica... I don’t even know how to say this, but... I trust you. I want to follow your lead in this.">> Your voice is soft, hesitant. You’re getting used to giving up control like this and something about the way she’s looking at you now—strong, confident, yet loving—makes you feel safe. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> tilts her head, her lips curling into a smile that’s both teasing and affectionate. <<JessicaTalk "You trust me, huh? That’s a big thing to say, babe. Are you sure? Because if we’re doing this, I need you to be all in.">> You nod quickly, your cheeks heating up under her gaze. <<MCTalk "I’m sure, Jess. Watching you... earlier, I realized how much I love seeing you happy, seeing you get what you want. And if that means opening things up... I’m okay with it.">> Her smile widens, and she leans closer, her fingers gently brushing your cheek. <<JessicaTalk "You’re so sweet, you know that? I love how you’re willing to explore this with me. But babe, if we’re opening this relationship, it’s not just about me. It’s about you too.">> Her words catch you off guard, and you blink at her in surprise. <<MCTalk "Me? I mean... I thought this was about you, about what you wanted.">> <<JessicaTalk "It is about what I want. But what I want is for us both to be happy. If I’m exploring, you’re exploring too. You deserve that, babe.">> You swallow hard, her words sinking in. There’s a warmth in her gaze that reassures you, even as you feel the weight of what she’s saying. <<MCTalk "I... I don’t even know what to say. You really mean that?">> <<JessicaTalk "Of course I do. I know you’re new to all this, but trust me, babe, I’m not leaving you out. I’ve seen how horny you get, how much you love being part of things. I’d never want you to feel like you’re just watching from the sidelines.">> Her hand moves to your thigh, her touch firm yet comforting, and your breath catches in your throat. <<JessicaTalk "And let’s be honest—you’ve had your eye on Alexandra since day one, haven’t you?">> You flush deeply, stammering. <<MCTalk "I... I mean, she’s gorgeous, but...">> <<JessicaTalk "But nothing. She’s got her eye on you too. And babe, I think it’d be so hot. I want to see you with her.">> Her words send a shiver down your spine, and you bite your lip, struggling to find a response. <<MCTalk "I don’t know what to say... except that I want this. I want to make you happy, and I want to explore this with you. Together.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> leans in, pressing her forehead to yours with a soft smile. <<JessicaTalk "That’s all I wanted to hear, babe. We’re doing this together. No one’s getting left behind. And trust me, Alexandra’s not the only one who’ll be turning heads. I know you’ll find someone who drives you wild too.">> Her confidence and care fill you with a sense of warmth and relief. <<MCTalk "So... what’s the next step? How do we even bring this up with them?">> <<JessicaTalk "Easy. We talk to them. Alexandra and Mr. Brown are experienced with this kind of thing, and I think they’ll be more than happy to help us figure it out.">> Her smile turns playful, and you can’t help but laugh, the tension melting away. <<JessicaLove 2>> <</if>> <<MCTalk "Yeah... let’s talk to them.">> [[Pick a date to talk with them.|JessicaDate12][$p=10]] <<elseif $p eq 10>> <<MCTalk "How about this Friday? We could sit down with them and talk.">> The thought of bringing up the idea so soon gives you a rush, and you imagine how the conversation might go, already picturing <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> knowing smirk and <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> teasing eyes. <<JessicaTalk "Actually... we can’t. Mr. Brown already told me he’s got something planned for Friday. A special event. He said we’re not welcome at his pool that day.">> <mc><i>Special event? On Friday? Is this the same special event Alexandra told me about?</i></mc> <<MCTalk "Special event? What kind of event?">> <<JessicaTalk "He didn’t say much, just that it was... private. And, well, you know how Mr. Brown can be.">> <<MCTalk "Hmm... sounds intriguing.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> chuckles, her fingers trailing lazily across your arm. <<JessicaTalk "I know, right? But don’t worry, babe. We’ll have our own fun. And we’ll talk to them next week. That way, we can sort out the details before we open up the idea to them.">> With things settled, it is time for you to go home. [[Go Home.|JessicaDate12][$p=11]] <<elseif $p eq 11>> As you leave <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> place and begin your walk home, the cool night air feels refreshing against your skin, but your mind is still racing, replaying everything that just happened. Today felt like a pivotal moment, a step into the unknown, and instead of feeling overwhelmed, you feel exhilarated. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date62.jpg" height=600></div> The thought of opening up your relationship with <jessica>Jessica</jessica> floats in your mind, lingering with excitement and a sense of inevitability. The idea of sharing her with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, is now more than just a fantasy—it’s a very real possibility. The thought both unnerves and excites you, stirring something deep within. You've imagined this moment for a while but seeing her with the dildo, moaning for someone else, imagining it was <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>... It felt like a door was opened that you can't close. <<link[[Go to your room.|My Room]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $jessicaquest to 12>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>><<set $sidemenu to 1>> The familiar scent of incense fills the air as you step into the yoga studio, the low hum of conversation swirling around you. You’re dressed in your usual leggings and crop top, feeling the way the fabric hugs your hips and highlights your toned waist. Your hair, now long enough to brush against your shoulders, adds to your already feminine appearance, and you catch a few glances as you unroll your mat. As you stretch, preparing for the class to begin, something catches your eye—a quick flicker in your peripheral vision. You barely make out the shape of a woman adjusting her leggings just ahead of you, and for a brief second, you notice the unmistakable glimpse of a thong’s waistband peeking over the top. A classic whale tail. <<linkreplace "You can check her out.">>Curiosity gets the better of you, and your eyes instinctively drift toward her. You can’t help but take in the sight of her thong riding high above her leggings, the thin fabric creating a tantalizing contrast. It draws your attention in a way that’s almost magnetic, and for a moment, your mind wanders. The way her body moves as she adjusts her mat only emphasizes the curves that the tight fabric reveals. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/YogaClass6.jpg" height=600></div><<set $yogaperv +=1>> A small rush of excitement courses through you, but as your gaze lingers a little too long, you quickly snap out of it, realizing what you’re doing. Your cheeks flush with warmth, and you glance around nervously, hoping no one caught you. Feeling a little guilty, you hurry to your mat and focus on your breathing, trying to shake the lingering thoughts. <</linkreplace>> [[The class begins|Gym13][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> <<if $yogaperv eq 2>> As the class begins, the soft hum of relaxing music fills the room. <lily>Lily</lily> moves gracefully between students, adjusting postures and giving gentle corrections. Your focus remains on the stretches, feeling the satisfying pull in your muscles as you shift into each pose. The leggings hug your curves in all the right ways, reminding you how much progress your body has made in the past few weeks. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/MCGym14.jpg"></div> You ease into Downward Dog, feeling the familiar stretch along your hamstrings. The room is calm, and yet you can sense <lily>Lily’s</lily> presence. It’s subtle—just the occasional brush of her gaze. Not enough to make you self-conscious, but enough to remind you that she’s watching. She hasn’t said a word to you yet, but there’s a quiet understanding: you’re under her radar. <<elseif $yogaperv lt 2>> As the class begins and you shift into your poses, your eyes catch on a striking figure just ahead of you. A classmate, a brunette with a high ponytail, is wearing a form-hugging thong leotard that leave very little to the imagination. Each time she moves into a pose her body curves in a way that’s impossible not to notice. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/YogaClass7.jpg" height=500></div> Her leotard rides high, giving not just you but the rest of the class an unobstructed view of her perfect backside, emphasized even more by the thin material. You try to focus on your own stretches, but it’s hard not to glance in her direction every now and then, especially with the way the fabric clings to her skin. You’re not the only one sneaking peeks—others in the room are clearly distracted too. <<elseif $yogaperv gt 2>> But then you feel it—<lily>Lily’s</lily> presence directly behind you. You move into Warrior II, your arms stretched wide, and your legs grounded firmly into the mat. Suddenly, you feel a warm hand on your hips, followed by another pressing lightly on your midriff. You flinch slightly, caught off guard, but <lily>Lily’s</lily> voice is soft, teasing yet with an edge of authority. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/Lily3.jpg" height=500></div> <lily>Lily</lily> stands right behind you, her body almost flush against yours, adjusting your posture. Her right hand presses over your leggings, fingers grazing your hip, while her left hand slides over the exposed skin of your midriff, sending a shiver up your spine. <<LilyTalk "Stay grounded, breathe deep. But remember, this isn’t just about looking, sweetie. Eyes forward. I saw you checking out the other girls earlier.">> Your heart skips a beat. You blush, realizing she caught you ogling the girls at the class. <<LilyTalk "Remember this is a safe place for all of us. Focus on your own body for now.">> She murmurs, her fingers still lingering on your hips, teasingly firm. She straightens your posture before moving on to the next student, leaving you feeling both chastened and more aware than ever of the way your body looks and moves. <</if>> [[The Class takes a break.|Gym13][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> The class takes a break after a challenging sequence of poses. You stand up, stretching your arms over your head, enjoying the satisfying ache in your muscles. As you sip some water, you hear a couple of girls nearby chatting. A blonde and a brunette, both regulars in the class, approach you with curious smiles. You remember them as the ones who walked in on you during your shower. One of them, the blonde, runs her eyes over your body before speaking. <b>"Your skin is so smooth. What’s your secret? Do you exfoliate or something?"</b> she says, sounding almost envious. You laugh lightly, feeling flattered and a little self-conscious under their admiring gazes. The brunette nods in agreement, her eyes tracing the shape of your waistline. <b>"I wish I had your waist,"</b> she adds. Their comments make you stand a little straighter, your confidence rising as you realize how well you’ve embraced this new side of yourself. You feel a mix of pride and excitement, the realization that you’re not just blending in but standing out in all the right ways. [[The Class finally ends.|Gym13][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> By the end of the session, your body feels relaxed, your muscles warm and loose. As you roll up your mat and prepare to leave, you can’t help but smile to yourself. You feel more confident than ever, fully embracing how your body has transformed. The compliments from the other girls, everyone you know or met is supporting your new self. Just as you’re about to head out, your phone buzzes with a text, bringing you back to reality. It’s a text from <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. <<AlexandraTalk "Come to my penthouse. Bring the heels.">> Your heart skips a beat. Even though you're tired, you know better than to ignore her. <<link[[Go home.|My Room]]>><<set $sidemenu to 0>><<set $gymquest to 14>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $metalexandra to 2>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> You stand in front of <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> penthouse door, your heart still racing from the text she sent. The heels she requested are in your pack. Taking a deep breath, you knock, and moments later, the door opens. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra19.jpg" height=500></div> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> stands there, not in the sensual nightwear you might have expected, but in casual clothes—tight jeans that hug her curves and a red top that plunges low enough to reveal her cleavage. The sight of her is enough to make your pulse quicken, but there’s something about her casual, commanding presence that puts you at ease while keeping your nerves tingling. <<AlexandraTalk "Come in darling.">> You step inside, and as you follow her through the apartment, the warmth of the room contrasts with the coolness outside. She moves over to the couch and drapes herself lazily on it, her chest pushed out slightly as she settles into a relaxed pose. You can’t help but notice how her cleavage teases you, drawing your eyes as she casually adjusts her position. [[You two talk in the livingroom.|AlexandraMeet4][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra21.jpg" height=500></div> <<AlexandraTalk "How are things with Jessica?">> Her tone nonchalant but with that underlying hint of interest that <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> always has when it comes to you and your girlfriend. She stretches out her legs, keeping her gaze fixed on you. You hesitate for a moment but her expectant look and the way her eyes seem to bore into you urge you to speak. <<MCTalk "I, uh... I told her about... you know... being a sissy.">> <<AlexandraTalk "Oh? Good girl. And how did that go?">> <<MCTalk "She was... supportive. Really supportive, actually.">> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> shifts slightly, leaning back with one arm draped over the couch. The angle accentuates her chest even more, making it impossible not to notice. <<AlexandraTalk "Hmm, that’s good to hear. I knew Jessica was an open minded girl. And how did you feel about telling her?">> <<MCTalk "I didn’t expect it to feel so right, but it did. She’s okay with it, she even encouraged me.">> <<AlexandraTalk "Ohh, I'm so proud of you, both of you.">> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> hums in approval, her eyes glinting. You try to maintain your composure, but her praise and that teasing smile make it hard to stay focused. She shifts again, her body language inviting, playful yet always in control. <<AlexandraTalk "And what about the other... part of your relationship? How’s the opening up going?">> [[Tell Alexandra about your talk with Jessica.|AlexandraMeet4][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> <<MCTalk "We... talked about it. And, honestly, we’re both really into the idea. Jessica... she likes the thought of it, and I— I’m excited too. We’ll have a more in-depth talk soon, but... it feels like it’s happening.">> <<AlexandraTalk "Good. Very good. I’m proud of you for taking the initiative. It’s not easy for most people to be so honest with themselves, let alone with their partners.">> You clear your throat, feeling the words bubble up from deep inside. It’s nerve-wracking to admit out loud, but something about <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> presence, her dominance, makes you feel like you can confess anything. You lick your lips, heart pounding. <<MCTalk "Jessica... she really desires Mr. Brown. And honestly... I’m really turned on by the idea of watching them together.">> Your voice is barely above a whisper. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> grin widens as she watches you, completely unfazed, she had expected this. <<AlexandraTalk "Of course she does, it is obvious. And you? I know watching me with Andre broke your mind, darling. But once you open things up, I’ll break it further.">> Her words hang in the air like a taunt, each syllable sinking into you. Then, without missing a beat, she mimics holding a dick with her hand, pushing her cheek out with her tongue in a slow, exaggerated motion, as if she’s savoring the size and weight of it. Her lips part slightly, and the lewd gesture hits you like a wave of heat. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra20.jpg" height=500></div> Your stomach tightens, a flush spreading across your skin as your body reacts instantly. You can almost feel the ache in your core, your entire being focused on that gesture. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> knows exactly what she’s doing, every move intentional, every smirk calculated. <mc><i>She's gonna suck my soul out...</i></mc> The image floods your mind, and you can't shake the anticipation rising within you. Your arousal is almost unbearable, the way she teases you without even touching you. <mc><i>She'll break me... I want her to break me...</i></mc> [[Alexandra changes the subject rapidly.|AlexandraMeet4][$p=10]] <<elseif $p eq 10>> <<AlexandraTalk "Alright, darling, enough of that for now. We’ve got bigger things to handle. Tomorrow's special event is Jordan Douglas’s fundraiser.">> Her tone is sharp, decisive, and it cuts through your daze like a blade. You blink, trying to focus as the lust still clouds your thoughts. But that name is familiar to you, like you had heard it recently. <<AlexandraTalk "Mr. Douglas is running for governor. He's a friend of Andre and me, so tomorrow must be perfect.">> <<MCTalk "Oh, so the fundraiser... for his campaign, right?">> <<AlexandraTalk "Yes. It's a huge deal—Andre is hosting it at his villa. It’s going to be a full house with some very important people attending. Politicians, celebrities, high rollers. And you, darling...">> <<MCTalk "Me?">> <<AlexandraTalk "Yes, you. You’ll be serving drinks, looking pretty, and making sure the guests are fed and tipsy. Now let's see how much you practiced those heels.">> [[Alexandra gets up and motions you to do the same.|AlexandraMeet4][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> <<AlexandraTalk "Come with me, darling.">> Without another word, she turns and begins walking deeper into her luxurious penthouse, her movements fluid and graceful. You hesitate for just a second, watching the sway of her hips in those snug jeans before quickly following behind. As you pass through the opulent living room, past the gleaming marble floors and plush furniture, the nerves start to creep back in. What does she have in mind? The two of you approach a set of glass doors at the far end of the hallway. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> pushes one open and steps inside, revealing a sleek private gym. It’s more luxurious than most commercial gyms—everything from the polished hardwood floors to the high-tech machines screams wealth and exclusivity. The room smells faintly of lavender and fresh sweat, a mix of comfort and exertion. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> flicks on a switch, and soft lights illuminate the space. You can see a row of machines, weights neatly lined up, and a treadmill at the center of the room. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/PenthouseGym.jpg" height=600></div> <<AlexandraTalk "I hope you’ve practiced to walk in those heels. After all, you’ll be walking in them all day tomorrow. Let me see you walk in them.">> You swallow, glancing down at the heels you brought with you, still tucked under your arm. <<if $heelpractice eq 0>>Oh no, you never practiced them and now <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> will notice!<<elseif $heelpractice lt 3>>You’re no stranger to wearing them, but the treadmill?<<elseif $heelpractice gte 3>>You have practiced enough for the event and you feel confident.<<elseif $heelpractice eq 5>>You have practiced more than enough and you are sure you will have no problems.<</if>> <<AlexandraTalk "Come on, let’s see you in those heels. I want to make sure you’re ready for the event.">> You take a deep breath, bending down to slide the heels onto your feet. Alexandra watches, her gaze sharp and appraising. She steps back, motioning toward the treadmill with a tilt of her head. You feel the subtle pressure of <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> gaze on you, the weight of her expectations, and the anticipation of what tomorrow will bring. [[With a deep breath, you take a step forward, heels clicking against the hardwood floor as you move toward the machine.|AlexandraMeet4][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AW/HeelsMill.mp4"/></div> <<if $heelpractice eq 0>> You step onto the treadmill, and as it starts to whir beneath you, your nerves spike. The unfamiliar motion of the belt combined with the heels makes you wobble almost immediately. You try to find your balance, but after a few awkward, unsteady steps, your foot twists beneath you. You stumble forward, barely catching yourself on the side rail, your heart racing. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> eyes narrow, and the sound of the treadmill slowing down fills the tense silence. <<AlexandraTalk "What the hell was that?">> You try to stammer out an apology, but she cuts you off, stepping forward, her presence dominating the space between you. <<AlexandraTalk "Did you even bother practicing you disobedient little sissy?">> You lower your head, shame washing over you as she continues. <<AlexandraTalk "I’ve given you so much, and you can’t even do this one thing right?">> <<elseif $heelpractice lt 3>> You step onto the treadmill, your heart racing but confident enough to handle it—or so you think. As the machine starts, you take a few careful steps. It’s not a complete disaster, but your movements are jerky, unbalanced. You stumble a few times, barely managing to keep yourself upright. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> disappointment is palpable. She folds her arms, her lips pressed into a thin line. <<AlexandraTalk "Really? This is how you plan to serve tomorrow? Wobbling around like a baby deer?">> You feel the weight of her judgment, and a pang of guilt hits you. <<MCTalk "I... I tried.">> <<AlexandraTalk "Tried? This isn’t good enough. Not by a long shot. You’re going to be serving at an event full of important people, and you think this level of effort will cut it? I expected more from you.">> <<elseif $heelpractice eq 5>> You step onto the treadmill with confidence, the heels feeling like a natural extension of your body. The machine starts, and without hesitation, you move gracefully, your steps fluid and balanced. There’s no wobbling, no uncertainty—just smooth, confident strides. You barely even have to think about it; it’s instinctual at this point. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> eyes light up as she watches you, her satisfaction evident. <<AlexandraTalk "Impressive. You’ve really outdone yourself.">> She steps near as the treadmill slows to a stop. She leans in, pressing a kiss to your cheek, then her lips trail down to your neck, her breath warm against your skin. <<AlexandraTalk "I knew you could handle it, you will be my perfect sissy waitress tomorrow.">> She whispers, her voice husky. Her mouth moves to your ear, and you feel her teeth gently nibble at your earlobe. Your pulse quickens, your body reacting instantly to her touch, and all you can think is how much you crave to please her, to be hers, fully and completely. Your pulse quickens, your body reacting instantly to her touch, and all you can think is how much you crave to please her, to be hers, fully and completely. <<elseif $heelpractice eq 3 or 4>> As the treadmill starts beneath you, you focus on steadying yourself, breathing slowly. You take a few steps, adjusting to the movement of the belt and the feel of the heels beneath you. It’s not perfect, but you manage to walk without any major issues. Your balance holds, and you find a rhythm that feels natural enough. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> watches you closely, her expression softening as she sees your progress. After a few minutes, she presses the button to slow the treadmill and steps closer. <<AlexandraTalk "Not bad. You’re doing well. I knew I could trust you darling, you practiced as instructed.">> Relief washes over you as she steps forward and places a soft kiss on your cheek. Her praise warms you, and you feel a sense of accomplishment. <<MCTalk "Thank you, Ma'am.">> You still feeling the ghost of her kiss on your skin. <</if>> [[Alexandra orders you to follow her back to the livingroom.|AlexandraMeet4][$p=6]] <<elseif $p eq 6>> <<if $heelpractice eq 5>> You can still feel the lingering warmth of her touch from earlier, your heart beating faster with every passing moment in her presence. The air around her seems charged, carrying an allure that leaves you on edge, balanced between anticipation and awe. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/AlexandraChocolate.jpg" height=400></div> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> moves gracefully toward the sleek cabinet in the corner of the room, her movements measured and deliberate. Every soft click of her heels resonates in the quiet space, each step amplifying the magnetic pull she exudes. She opens the cabinet and retrieves a box of chocolates, wrapped elegantly, a symbol of luxury that feels perfectly aligned with her. She turns to you, a faint but knowing smile playing on her lips as she holds the box out toward you. <<AlexandraTalk "You surpassed my expectations tonight. This is for you.">> <<AlexandraLove 1>> You take the box from her, your fingers brushing lightly against hers. The contact is fleeting, but it sends a wave of heat through you, a sensation that lingers long after her hand has withdrawn. <<MCTalk "Thank you, Ma'am.">> Her eyes linger on you, soft yet piercing, as if she’s reading every thought behind your words. Then, without warning, she steps closer, her hand rising to gently brush a stray lock of hair from your face. Her touch is light, almost casual, but it leaves you breathless. Before you can process the moment, she leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. The gesture is delicate, innocent to any outside observer, but the warmth of her lips against your skin sends a ripple through your entire being. You catch a faint hint of her perfume—something rich and intoxicating—and it leaves you utterly captivated. <<AlexandraTalk "Well done.">> Her voice is low, almost a whisper, as she pulls back just enough to meet your gaze. The proximity makes your heart race, her presence enveloping you in a way that feels both grounding and utterly overwhelming. You swallow hard, your cheeks burning, and manage a quiet response. <<MCTalk "I... I’m glad I could make you proud, Ma'am.">> Her smile deepens slightly, a flicker of satisfaction passing across her features. <<AlexandraTalk "Go get some rest now. Tomorrow will demand just as much, if not more. But I trust you’ll rise to the occasion.">> You nod, unable to tear your eyes away from her as she steps back, her gaze lingering for just a moment longer before she turns away. <<link[[Go to Bus Terminal|Bus Terminal]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $alexandraquest to 5>><</link>> <<elseif $heelpractice gte 3>> You can still feel the lingering warmth of her touch from earlier, your heart beating a little faster in her presence. The air feels lighter now—no tension, just the quiet hum of approval radiating from her. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/AlexandraChocolate.jpg" height=400></div> She walks over to a sleek cabinet near the corner of the room, opening it to reveal a box of elegantly wrapped chocolates. The box itself looks luxurious, a sign of something imported and expensive. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> picks one out, then turns to you with a soft smile. <<AlexandraTalk "You did well tonight. Here, a little treat. You’ve earned it.">> She hands you the box, her fingers brushing lightly against yours as you take it. You nod, feeling a sense of pride wash over you. <<MCTalk "Thank you, Ma'am.">> She watches you for a moment, her gaze lingering, and you know she’s already planning tomorrow in her head. <<AlexandraTalk "Go get some rest. Tomorrow will be a long day, but I know you’ll make me proud.">> You feel both nervous and excited for what’s to come. The butterflies in your stomach haven’t gone away, but they feel manageable now, like you’re ready to face whatever tomorrow brings. With a final nod, you turn and make your way out of the penthouse. The door clicks softly behind you, and as you step into the night, you can’t help but feel the weight of <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> expectations, but also her belief in you. And that... feels incredible. <<link[[Go to Bus Terminal|Bus Terminal]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $alexandraquest to 5>><</link>> <<elseif $heelpractice lt 3>> After the failed treadmill walk, <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> disappointment weighs heavy in the air as she leads you back into the living room. Every step feels like walking into judgment. Once inside, she stops and turns to face you, her eyes sharp, arms crossed. <<AlexandraTalk "You’ve disappointed me. I told you to practice, and yet you come to me unprepared.">> <<MCTalk "I'm so sorry, Ma'am.">> You whisper with shame and fear. Her gaze cuts through the apology, showing just how little it means. <<AlexandraTalk "Take off your bottom!">> Your hands tremble as you unbutton your bottoms, sliding them down slowly. Then you pause, hesitating as the next layer still clings to your skin. <<AlexandraTalk "And the panties!">> You swallow hard and comply, slipping your panties down, leaving you exposed in front of her. Your small, soft penis hangs. Alexandra remains stoic, not even glancing down. <<AlexandraTalk "Now, over my lap!">> Your body reacts instinctively, moving towards her despite your inner turmoil. Crawling over her lap, you feel a mix of dread and something else—something shamefully arousing. You lay yourself down, fully vulnerable and bare, awaiting what you know is coming. [[Try to embrace for what is coming!|AlexandraMeet4][$p=7]] <</if>> <<elseif $p eq 7>> <<if $heelpractice eq 0>> Without hesitation, <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> hand comes down hard on your bare skin. The sting is sharp, immediate, and brutal, each slap echoing through the room. The sound, the force—it’s all punishing. <<AlexandraTalk "You didn’t even bother to practice! I told you to prepare. I gave you the time, the opportunity. And you did nothing.">> Each reprimand cuts deep, every word punctuated by a fierce slap that leaves your skin burning. Her frustration is palpable, and you feel the weight of every mistake you made. <<AlexandraTalk "You think you can serve tomorrow like this? How do you expect to wear heels in front of everyone—let alone Andre and Jordan—when you can’t even walk properly?">> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AW/AlexandraSpank2.mp4"/></div> Her hand crashes down on your reddening skin again, and you bite your lip to stifle a gasp. The pain is sharp, but your body betrays you, and as much as you hate it, you feel a stirring deep inside—a shameful arousal that’s impossible to ignore. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> pauses, sensing your arousal as her hand lingers on your heated skin. She leans closer, her breath hot against your ear. <<AlexandraTalk "Even now, you're getting hard. You failed me, and yet your body responds like this?">> You feel utterly humiliated, but at the same time, that submissive thrill surges through you. The more she asserts her dominance, the more powerless you feel, and somehow, the more aroused you become. You want her approval, need it, but all you’re receiving is punishment. Her hand moves between your legs, grazing against your hardened length, making you gasp involuntarily. She lets out a small, amused hum. <<AlexandraTalk "You want to be broken, don’t you? You want me to take full control. I will...">> Her words pierce through your mind, igniting something deep inside you that you can’t control. The pain, the shame, the dominance—it’s all blending together in a way that makes you want to submit completely. You can’t even deny it now. You’re hers to mold and break. <<elseif $heelpractice gte 1>> <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> hand comes down with a steady rhythm—firm but controlled. The spanking isn’t as harsh as it could be, but each slap still stings, each one driving home her disappointment. The sting burns on your bare skin, making you wince, but it’s her words that cut the deepest. <<AlexandraTalk "You had one job, one simple task—to practice. And you didn’t.">> Another slap lands, making your body jerk slightly from the impact. The spanking continues, each slap methodical, as if she’s measuring each hit to reinforce her point. You can feel the weight of her disappointment with every strike, the rhythm unrelenting. The shame burns hotter than the pain. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AW/AlexandraSpank.mp4"/></div> <<AlexandraTalk "You’re supposed to serve me tomorrow, to look perfect. But instead, you’ve proven you can’t even follow basic instructions.">> Her hand lands again, and you whimper softly, trying to stifle the sound. But despite the pain, despite the disappointment, you feel that same familiar sensation creeping in. The heat between your legs is undeniable now, and you hate yourself for it. <<AlexandraTalk "How can I trust you to serve when you can’t even obey?">> Your stomach twists in guilt, but your body betrays you. Each smack sends a surge of shame and arousal through you, and soon enough, you’re painfully hard against her lap. Alexandra notices, of course. She always does. Her hand pauses on your burning skin, and you can feel her shift slightly. <<AlexandraTalk "Even after all this, you still get hard? Maybe I was wrong about you. Maybe you need more punishment to learn.">> She muses, her voice filled with quiet amusement. Her hand glides down your side, fingers tracing lightly against your skin before brushing against your hardness. You gasp involuntarily, and she chuckles darkly. <<AlexandraTalk "You want this, don’t you? You want me to control you completely. You want me to punish you, to mold you into exactly what I want.">> You cannot react voluntarily but your little dick twitches, thankfully <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> doesn't feel it. <<AlexandraTalk "And tomorrow, you will serve. Perfectly. Or there will be consequences far worse than this.">> <</if>> [[The spanking ends...|AlexandraMeet4][$p=8]] <<elseif $p eq 8>> After the spanking, the room is thick with tension. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> hand finally lifts from your reddened skin, leaving a lingering heat that radiates through your body. Your ass burns, a constant reminder of the punishment you just received. The shame of your failure, combined with the stinging pain, weighs heavily on your mind. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> leans back, her voice firm but quieter now, her tone shifting from anger to a more measured authority. <<AlexandraTalk "You will still serve tomorrow. Because I need you there. But understand this—you will be watched closely, and I expect no mistakes. Is that clear?">> <<MCTalk "Y-Yes, Ma'am.">> <<AlexandraTalk "You will stay away from Jordan Douglas tomorrow. He's a candidate for governor and a lifelong friend of Mr. Brown. I can’t afford you making any more errors around someone that important. Do not serve him, and do not even think about speaking to him.">> The warning sends a shiver through you. You can’t help but feel the weight of her words, the pressure to perform well tomorrow without further embarrassment. The burning on your ass serves as a constant reminder of what failure brings. <<AlexandraTalk "Now get dressed and leave. I will hold your leash tighter from now on.">> You slowly dress up, the fabric feeling tight and uncomfortable against your sore skin. Every movement reminds you of the spanking, the humiliation etched into your body with every step. When you finish, you glance back at <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, who is watching you closely, a mix of dominance and expectation in her eyes. You turn and make your way out of the penthouse, your mind a whirl of anxiety and shame. Each step causes the burn in your backside to flare, a humiliating reminder of how unprepared you were. Tomorrow looms over you like a storm cloud—an event you now dread, knowing <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> will be there, knowing you have to perform flawlessly in front of all those powerful people. <<link[[Go to Bus Terminal|Bus Terminal]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $alexandraquest to 5>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>><<set $femnameactive to 1>> The familiar feeling of the black mini-skirt brushing your thighs as you get ready for your shift. You adjust the crisp white shirt, making sure it's tucked in perfectly, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement bubbling inside you. And finally you wear the high heels you wore yesterday. Before you can even start your shift, you notice <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> by the door, her presence commanding and impossible to ignore. She’s smiling in that teasing, knowing way she always does. As you walk over, she pulls out a small item from her bag—your name pin. Only, it’s different this time. Instead of $name, it now has <mc>$femname</mc> printed on it in elegant cursive. <<AlexandraTalk "From now on, this is who you are when you're on the floor, my sissy waitress.">> She pins it to your shirt her fingers lingering on the pin for a moment longer than necessary, making your heart race. You flush slightly, the weight of the name pin feeling both strange and thrilling. It's a small, yet symbolic step deeper into your role. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/MCFund4.jpg" height=500></div> <<MCTalk "Yes Ma'am. $femname is appropriate for me in this uniform.">> <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> smile widens, pleased by your response. Then, as you begin to turn, she leans in just a bit closer, her voice dropping to that teasing, commanding tone you know all too well. <<AlexandraTalk "And the thong, darling? You're wearing it, aren't you? It's part of the uniform now, after all.">> Her words send a thrill down your spine, you swallow, nodding confidently. <<MCTalk "Yes, Ma'am. I’m wearing the thong.">> <<AlexandraTalk "Good girl. Now go out there and make me proud.">> With the new name tag pinned to your shirt and <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> orders still buzzing in your ears, you start your shift. The first half goes smoothly, each task flowing naturally as you move with more confidence than usual, the name pin on your chest feeling like a badge of honor. The weight of the mini-skirt, the soft material of your shirt, and the click of your heels only serve to remind you of your place, deepening the sense of satisfaction growing inside you. [[The evening is going perfectly normal, till...|CafeWaitress4][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> The door opens and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> walk in! Your heart nearly stops. They take a seat at one of the corner booths, not noticing you right away. Panic surges through your body. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> knows you're a waiter and she knows you're a sissy. But she doesn’t know you're a <i>waitress</i> here. This was not how you imagined her finding out. Your breaths come quicker as you desperately trying to stay out of sight. <mc><i>What if she thinks I’ve gone too far? What if she laughs?</i></mc> Before you can come up with a plan, you hear it—his voice. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. <<AndreTalk "$femname!">> For a split second, the name feels foreign to you, like it belongs to someone else. But then it clicks. It’s your name now, at least in this space, in this role. You freeze. Slowly, almost against your will, your head turns toward their table. He’s looking right at you, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His finger beckons you closer with a casual wave, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. But for you, it’s anything but. Your heart pounds painfully in your chest as you force your legs to move, each step toward them feeling heavier than the last. And then, there it is—the moment you feared. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> eyes widen in surprise as she finally notices you. Her gaze locks onto your figure: the black mini-skirt hugging your hips, the white shirt tucked neatly into it, the golden name pin with your new name proudly displayed, and the heels you’re wearing. Her mouth opens slightly in shock, her eyes scanning you up and down, trying to process what she’s seeing. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/MCFund5.jpg" height=500></div> <mc><i>This wasn’t supposed to happen like this...</i></mc> <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> expression is unreadable, her surprise obvious, but beyond that? You can’t tell. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, on the other hand, seems completely unbothered, his calm, confident demeanor only heightening your own panic. You stand there, feeling exposed, vulnerable, and uncertain, waiting for <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> reaction. [[Jessica finally reacts!|CafeWaitress4][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> suddenly gets up from the table. Your breath catches in your throat, fearing the worst—her disapproval, confusion, or even disappointment. But instead, you feel her arms wrap around you, pulling you into a tight hug. <<JessicaTalk "Wow, you look fabulous!">> She pulls back just enough to check your name tag, her gaze lingering on the femname for a moment before she leans in, her lips brushing against your ear. <<JessicaTalk "$femname, you look sexy.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date63.jpg" height=500></div> A wave of relief washes over you, your earlier anxiety melting away with her words. Your heart, which had been pounding in fear, now flutters in a mix of excitement and gratitude. You feel lighter, like the weight of the world has just been lifted off your shoulders. Before you can fully process the moment, you hear <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> voice! <<AlexandraTalk "Well, well, look who we have here.">> She gives a kiss to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> then to <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. <<AlexandraTalk "I see you have met Amorous Whim's latest addition, my sexy waitress—$femname. You should see the tips $femname is getting.">> The way she says your name sends a shiver down your spine. There's something about her teasing that makes you feel both exposed and empowered at the same time. <<JessicaTalk "I’m impressed.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> gives you a wink, making you flush with a mix of pride and bashfulness. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> never missing a beat, turns her attention back to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> . She tells you to get the special desserts of the day for them and you get their drink orders. [[Bring them their orders.|CafeWaitress4][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> As you carefully balance the tray, making your way toward <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> table, you notice that <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> is no longer around. It's just you, them, and the soft murmur of other patrons in the café. Setting down their coffee and desserts, you can't help but feel a subtle shift in the atmosphere. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> gives you a warm smile as you place her cappuccino in front of her, but her attention quickly shifts back to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. You return to your duties, but your gaze drifts back to their table whenever you get the chance. It’s subtle at first, the way <jessica>Jessica</jessica> brushes her hair back, twirling a strand around her finger as she leans in closer to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. Her smile is radiant, more open and easy than usual. She laughs at something he says, though you’re too far to hear what it is. Your heart tightens slightly in your chest, watching how <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> eyes light up when <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> speaks. She plays with her hair, her body language open and playful, a clear sign of her growing attraction. It's almost like you can see her crush blooming before your eyes. The way she laughs at his words, her hand gently resting on the table as if wanting to reach out to him, all paints a vivid picture in your mind. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date64.jpg"></div> You imagine <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> charming her effortlessly, leaning in just a bit closer, perhaps saying something flirtatious. Though you can't hear them, your mind fills in the gaps—<jessica>Jessica</jessica> laughing at his witty remarks, her eyes lingering on him just a little longer than usual. The soft glow of the café lights makes the scene feel intimate, and you can’t help but feel both excited and nervous. You are for opening the relationship, you are even okay to being a cuckold. But if <jessica>Jessica</jessica> falls in love with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>... How will your relationship develop? [[Mr. Brown derails your train of thought.|CafeWaitress4][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> motions for the check. You approach their table again, trying to keep your composure. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> hands you the bill, but just before you turn away, he slides a crisp hundred-dollar bill into your hand with a wink. <<AndreTalk "Great job tonight, $femname.">> Your heart skips a beat, and you mutter a quick thank you, feeling both flattered and a little overwhelmed. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> stands up and walks over to you, her excitement barely contained. She wraps her arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. <<JessicaTalk "I'm really looking forward to our date tomorrow.">> You watch <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> walk out the door, their figures disappearing into the night. Finally, the clock strikes closing time. You let out a soft sigh of relief as you wipe down the last table, the café gradually emptying out until you're the last one left. After cleaning up, you head to the back to change out of your mini-skirt and heels, slipping into your regular clothes. The transformation back to your "normal" self feels almost odd now, like you're leaving behind a part of yourself. <<link[[Go Home.|Apartment]]>><<set $awquest to 10>> <<set $p to 1>> <<set $money += 250>> <<set $time += 1>> <<TimeDay>> <<set $femnameactive to 0>> <</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> As you lay down on your bed, only wearing your $panties, you turn on your laptop. <<if !$fundwaitress.has ('Insider')>>You remember the insider knowledge you gathered at <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> villa today. You open your bank account and check GenAICo. You can decide to buy some stocks, hoping they will double in two weeks, no gurantees! <<if $money gte 1000>><<link[[Invest $1000 to GenAICo|Gaming7]]>> <<set $p to 2>><<set $money -=1000>><<set $AIinvestment to 1000>><</link>><<else>>You don't have enough money to invest this much!<</if>> <<if $money gte 750>><<link[[Invest $750 to GenAICo|Gaming7]]>> <<set $p to 2>><<set $money -=750>><<set $AIinvestment to 750>><</link>><<else>>You don't have enough money to invest this much!<</if>> <<if $money gte 500>><<link[[Invest $500 to GenAICo|Gaming7]]>> <<set $p to 2>><<set $money -=500>><<set $AIinvestment to 500>><</link>><<else>>You don't have enough money to invest this much!<</if>> <<if $money gte 250>><<link[[Invest $250 to GenAICo|Gaming7]]>> <<set $p to 2>><<set $money -=250>><<set $AIinvestment to 250>><</link>><<else>>You don't have enough money to invest this much!<</if>> <<if $money gte 100>><<link[[Invest $100 to GenAICo|Gaming7]]>> <<set $p to 2>><<set $money -=100>><<set $AIinvestment to 100>><</link>><<else>>You don't have enough money to invest this much!<</if>> <<else>> You check for some cute kitten videos to unwing after the tiresome day. You are so tired you don't even want to reflect on the long day. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Laptop/Kitten.jpg" height=500></div> [[You watch enough kitten videos|Gaming7][$p=2]] <</if>> <<elseif $p eq 2>> After returning home, the day’s events leave you feeling flushed and restless. The sensation of having your body tucked away in a thong all day, while surrounded by beautiful, bikini-clad women, lingers in your mind. Sitting on <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> lap, the feel of his strong grip on your waist, and the sight of <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> swimming naked… it all replays in your head, fueling a growing sense of tension within you. You feel a need for release. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Laptop/ZeldaHentai15.jpg" height=500></div> Curiosity takes hold, and you find yourself typing <b>“Zink Hentai Waitress”</b> into the search bar. A picture catches your attention—<mc>Zink</mc>, the blonde femboy, wearing nothing but a thong with a cute bunny tail, paired with bunny ears. The resemblance to your own experience serving as a waitress in a thong today makes your heart race. You recall how <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> eyes lingered on you, his grip firm as he pulled you onto his lap. <mc><i>Does he feel the same kind of lust for me?</i></mc> Your thoughts spiral back to the way he held you, the feeling of his hands on your hips. As your imagination runs wild, you decide to get a little bolder tonight. You’ve already talked with Jessica about opening up your relationship, and you find yourself searching for content featuring <jessica>Zara</jessica> and <andre>Bargon</andre>, again. Soon, another image appears on the screen—<jessica>Zara</jessica> giving sensual oral attention to <andre>Bargon</andre> while <mc>Zink</mc> watches, his face a mix of surprise and something more. The scene before you sends a shiver down your spine, and you can't help but see reflections of yourself in <mc>Zink’s</mc> position, watching and feeling the heat build inside. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Laptop/ZeldaHentai16.jpeg" height=500></div> You scroll further, and the scene intensifies. <andre>Bargon</andre> is now fucking <jessica>Zara</jessica>, and both <mc>Zink</mc> and <jessica>Zara</jessica> are caught in the moment—surprised, but unable to resist the pull. You can feel the same heat building within yourself, each image making your body respond more, the line between fantasy and your own experiences blurring. The events of today—being in the thong, serving as a waitress, and sitting on <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> lap—play on a loop in your mind. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Laptop/ZeldaHentai17.jpeg" height=500></div> <mc><i>Mr. Brown soon will fuck Jess like this... And I will just watch like Zink...</i></mc> A shiver runs down your spine. Just like <mc>Zink</mc> in the scene before you, you'll be watching the woman you love taken by another man. The thought only fuels the heat inside you, pushing you further into the fantasy, making it feel all the more real. Finally, with shaky hands, you type <b>"Zink and Bargon"</b> into the search bar, knowing where this will lead but unable to stop yourself. [[And you hit enter.|Gaming7][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Laptop/ZeldaHentai18.jpeg" height=500></div> In the final image, <mc>Zink</mc> is laid out on the bed, vulnerable, his small frame juxtaposed against <andre>Bargon’s</andre> much larger presence. The visual is striking—<andre>Bargon’s</andre> huge dark cock compared to <mc>Zink’s</mc> smaller dick, which is still much larger than yours... <andre>Bargon</andre> is at least three times the size of little <mc>Zink</mc>, just like <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> is so much bigger than you... <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/MCCums2.jpg" height=450></div> The comparison is too much, and in seconds, you lose control, the intensity of the day and the image pushing you past the point of no return. [[Post nut clarity?|Gaming7][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/MCBed2.jpg" height=500></div> As the rush of pleasure subsides, breathing heavily. You lie on the bad with your little, limp dick between your legs. But something is different this time. There’s no shame, no guilt weighing down on you like before. Instead, a calm, almost comforting realization washes over you—this is who you are, who you want to be. Your thoughts drift back to <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, your girlfriend, the woman you love. The image of her with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> doesn’t fill you with jealousy anymore, but with a deep sense of arousal and acceptance. You picture her in the same way <jessica>Zara</jessica> was with <andre>Bargon</andre>, confident, in control, and you… watching, feeling more like yourself in that submissive role than ever before. Your body relaxes into the bed, the idea of being <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> sissy cuckold relaxes and excites you at the same time. There's no reluctance, no shame, no humiliation. You accepted your place in the world and your mind, your body, your emotions agree with you tonight. <<FemininityIncrease 1>> After getting called <mc>$femname</mc> all day, wearing a thong and high heels in front of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, you feel more feminine than ever. <<link[[Prepare to Sleep.|My Room]]>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>><<set $v04brookecor to 0>> As you walk through the park, your footsteps light with anticipation. The path beneath your feet is familiar, but today it feels different—today is big for <brooke>Brooke</brooke>. You spot her ahead, sitting on the same bench where you always meet, but there's an unmistakable energy in the air. As you approach, she looks up, her eyes lighting up with excitement. <<BrookeTalk "$name! Today's the day! This shoot could be huge for me—I can feel it!">> You both chat briefly, but it’s clear <brooke>Brooke</brooke> is eager for what’s to come. She keeps glancing down the path, waiting for the producers. Not long after, a sleek black car pulls up beside the park, and the producers wave you over. The drive to the city is filled with <brooke>Brooke’s</brooke> chatter. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/BlackSedan.jpg" height=400></div> The car pulls up to a luxury apartment building downtown, and you're both whisked inside. <brooke>Brooke</brooke> is immediately taken into a room to get ready, leaving you alone in the spacious living area. It's a stunning place, high ceilings, plush furniture, and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. You can hear distant sounds of makeup artists and photographers prepping in the other room, but for now, you wait, scrolling through your phone to pass the time. [[After what feels like an eternity, the door opens, and Brooke steps out.|Brooke7][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> She's stunning. <brooke>Brooke's</brooke> makeup is flawless—her blonde hair cascading in soft waves, accentuating her sharp cheekbones and bright blue eyes. But what truly captures your attention is her outfit. She's wearing a black lacy lingerie set, delicate but not sheer, just enough to show off her curves while leaving something to the imagination. The garter belt hugs her hips perfectly, though she's opted to skip the stockings. Draped over it all is a crisp white shirt, unbuttoned and hanging loose, giving her an effortlessly chic look. <<BrookeTalk "Well? What do you think?">> <<MCTalk "You look incredible.">> <<BrookeTalk "Okay. Let’s do this.">> You follow her into the shoot room, the atmosphere immediately shifting. Bright lights flood the space, reflecting off the glossy floors and bouncing off the walls, making everything feel both electric and intimate at once. The photographer greets you both, directing <brooke>Brooke</brooke> toward a modern chair set up in the middle of the room. <b>"Let’s start simple."</b> The photographer says, adjusting his camera. <brooke>Brooke</brooke> walks over, her heels clicking against the floor, and gracefully sits down. The unbuttoned white shirt drapes over her shoulders, slipping slightly to reveal the delicate curve of her collarbone. The black lace of her lingerie contrasts sharply against the pale fabric, giving the perfect blend of sexy and stylish. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/BrookeLingerieShoot.jpg" height=500></div> The camera clicks. <brooke>Brooke</brooke> smiles confidently, the shot looking elegant yet alluring. <<linkreplace "Get Brooke to do a more sensual pose.">><<set $v04brookecor +=1>> <<MCTalk "You look amazing, but what if you try something a bit more striking? Pull your legs toward yourself, let them be the center of attention. Your legs are gorgeous—they should be in the shot.">> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> hesitates for a moment, but then smiles, clearly trusting you. She adjusts her position, pulling her knees toward her chest, leaning slightly to the side so that one of her long legs is now fully in view. The movement shifts her posture, pushing her chest forward as her shirt slips further down her shoulders. The slight change makes her entire figure look more sensual, her pose more intimate, yet still keeping a tasteful air. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/BrookeLingerieShoot2.jpg" height=500></div> The photographer's camera clicks rapidly. You can tell by his enthusiastic murmurs that he loves the new pose. <brooke>Brooke’s</brooke> nerves seem to melt away as she gets into it, her body language becoming bolder with each click of the shutter. <b>"Perfect, Brooke! And good eye for a manager."</b> You feel a surge of pride knowing you helped elevate her presence in the room, guiding her to embrace this moment fully. <</linkreplace>> [[The photographer wants Brooke on another seat.|Brooke7][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> This time, he wants <brooke>Brooke</brooke> to lie down. <b>"Let’s try something different."</b> The photographer suggests, directing <brooke>Brooke</brooke> to recline on a sleek, modern chaise. She adjusts her shirt to cover her shoulders, creating a more demure look, and then lays back. Her legs are gracefully extended, closed together, with her knees slightly bent and facing the camera. The pose accentuates her figure without being too revealing, and the result is beautiful—she looks absolutely lovely, a mix of elegance and allure. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/BrookeLingerieShoot3.jpg" height=500></div> The photographer captures a few more shots, nodding with approval as he checks the frames on his camera. <<linkreplace "Get Brooke to do a more sensual pose.">><<set $v04brookecor +=1>> <<MCTalk "Brooke, what if we pushed this a little further? You look incredible, but maybe try something a bit more... captivating. Open your legs slightly—just enough to make it more inviting, but still keep that casual, natural vibe. Rest your hand on your thigh, like it’s no big deal.">> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> meets your gaze, her eyes bright with understanding. She knows exactly what you mean. The suggestion doesn’t just make the pose sexier—it makes it bold, the kind of image that will turn heads and get people talking. And that's exactly what <brooke>Brooke</brooke> wants. Without hesitation, she nods. <<BrookeTalk "Yeah, let's do it. It is okay for you right?">> <b>"It is more than okay for us. I'm sure the brand will love it."</b> With the photographer on board she adjusts her position, her legs parting ever so slightly, enough to add a hint of sensuality without crossing any lines. Her left hand rests casually on her thigh, giving her pose an effortless, inviting quality. The black lace of her lingerie contrasts starkly against her smooth skin, and the unbuttoned shirt frames her figure perfectly. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/BrookeLingerieShoot4.jpg" height=500></div> The photographer raises his camera again, clearly pleased with the shift in tone. The camera clicks even faster now, and you can sense the energy in the room change—this shot is different. It's edgier, more provocative, and undeniably captivating. <</linkreplace>> [[The photographer wants Brooke on the bed.|Brooke7][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> She climbs onto the bed, laying on her stomach this time. Her blonde hair falls over one shoulder as she adjusts her position, propping herself up on her elbows. The shirt remains draped loosely over her back, revealing just enough to maintain a seductive, yet tasteful look. Her face is slightly turned toward the camera, eyes soft but enticing, her lips parted ever so slightly. The photographer captures a close-up of her elevated upper body, focusing on the subtle curve of her cleavage and the crisp white shirt that frames her. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/BrookeLingerieShoot5.jpg" height=500></div> The soft lighting highlights her cheekbones, and the shot is intimate—more sensual than the previous poses. There’s something about her expression, a quiet confidence mixed with allure. You can feel the difference as the energy in the room shifts once again. The photographer pauses, checking the image on his screen. <<linkreplace "Get Brooke to do a more sensual pose.">><<set $v04brookecor +=2>> <<MCTalk "Brooke, this is looking amazing, but I think we can push it just a little further... Let the shirt ride higher—just enough to show off that black lace thong. It’ll add to the shot without taking away the focus from your face. Plus, with the contrast of the lace against the white shirt, it'll really capture the viewer’s attention.">> <<BrookeTalk "Yeah, let’s do it. It’s not too much, right?">> <b>"I'm all for it."</b> The photographer encourages <brooke>Brooke</brooke> further. With a nod, <brooke>Brooke</brooke> shifts on the bed, allowing the shirt to slide up, revealing her thong. Her ass lifts just enough to make the subtle reveal look effortless, her lower back arching in a way that makes the pose even more seductive. The contrast of the delicate lace against her skin and the white shirt draped loosely over her body creates the perfect balance of eroticism and elegance. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/Park/BrookeLingerieShoot.mp4"/></div> The photographer doesn’t hesitate. He captures the shot quickly, the camera clicking even faster as <brooke>Brooke</brooke> holds the pose. Her expression remains calm and confident, the small shift in her position transforming the image from beautiful to captivating, with just the right amount of edge. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/BrookeLingerieShoot6.jpg" height=500></div> <</linkreplace>> [[The photographer wants Brooke by the wall to finish up the shoot.|Brooke7][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> She strikes a basic pose, her body angled slightly toward the camera. With the black lace lingerie and unbuttoned white shirt framing her figure, she looks effortlessly lovely. Her hands rest loosely by her sides, her expression soft but captivating as she gazes directly into the camera. The natural grace she exudes is striking, even in such a simple pose. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/BrookeLingerieShoot7.jpg" height=500></div> The photographer snaps a few shots, clearly pleased with how the composition is turning out.<<if $v04brookecor gt 2>><<set $v04brookecor +=1>>But you can feel there’s room to push things just a little further. <brooke>Brooke’s</brooke> confidence has been building throughout the shoot, and you can sense she’s ready to take it up a notch. Without needing any encouragement this time, <brooke>Brooke</brooke> turns around, facing the wall, and slowly slides the white shirt off her shoulders. Her hands push the fabric lower, guiding it over her hips until it rests just beneath her thong-clad butt, perfectly framing her curves. The black lace contrasts beautifully against her smooth skin, and as she glances over her shoulder with a sensual look, the energy in the room shifts once again. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/BrookeLingerieShoot8.jpg" height=500></div> The photographer captures it instantly, the camera clicking rapidly as <brooke>Brooke</brooke> holds the pose. It’s bold, alluring, and undeniably sexy without going overboard. <brooke>Brooke</brooke> has found the balance between sensuality and sophistication, and she owns it.<</if>> [[Encourage Brooke to remove her shirt fully.|Brooke7][$p=6]] [[The photoshoot comes to an end.|Brooke7][$p=7]] <<elseif $p eq 6>> <<MCTalk "Brooke, that pose is incredible. If you’re comfortable, how about removing the shirt completely?">> <<if $v04brookecor lte 2>> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> pauses, her fingers grazing the hem of the shirt. For a moment, she seems to consider it, but then she turns back to you, her expression soft but resolute. <<BrookeTalk "Honestly... I’m not comfortable with that. With a bikini I'm comfortable but with a lacy lingerie, not that much... I think this is far enough for today.">> You and the photographer nod immediately, respecting her boundary. <b>" You’ve done amazing, and the shots are stunning as they are. I'm sure the brand will love it. I see an upcoming model in you."</b> The photographer says, lighting up <brooke>Brooke’s</brooke> face. The shoot wraps up on a high note, with <brooke>Brooke</brooke> maintaining her sense of agency and leaving the session feeling confident and empowered. <<else>> <<BrookeTalk "Yeah, let's do it.">> After sliding the shirt down she turns to face the camera directly. Brings her hands behind her head, elbows out, which highlights her hourglass figure. Her chest rises with each breath, and the black lace cups her breasts perfectly, while her toned waist narrows dramatically before flaring into her wide hips. <brooke>Brooke</brooke> is a vision—sensual, confident, and sexy—the dream of many men. The lingerie accentuates every detail of her body, and she knows exactly how to work it. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/BrookeLingerieShoot9.jpg" height=500></div> The photographer snaps away, capturing every angle, each frame more stunning than the last. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/BrookeLingerieShoot10.jpg" height=500></div> Then, for the final shot, she turns sideways, slightly arching her back to push her voluptuous butt out. The thong barely covers anything, highlighting her curves. Her hips tilt as she places one hand on her waist and the other by her side, glancing over her shoulder with a sultry, confident look. <brooke>Brooke</brooke> looks like a PAWG goddess, owning the frame with every inch of her body, her butt stealing the spotlight in the most alluring way. The photographer can hardly keep up with how quickly he’s capturing the magic. The energy in the room feels electric as <brooke>Brooke</brooke> holds the final pose, and when the photographer lowers the camera, everyone knows this shoot has been a success.<</if>> [[The photoshoot comes to an end.|Brooke7][$p=7]] <<elseif $p eq 7>> The photographer gives <brooke>Brooke</brooke> a thumbs-up. <b>"Incredible work today. The brand will love it."</b> You nod, thrilled for her. <<MCTalk "You absolutely killed it, Brooke. The photos are going to be stunning.">> <<BrookeTalk "I’m so happy with how it turned out.<<if $v04brookecor gt 2>>Without you it couldn't be this good, thank you $name.<</if>>">> Soon after, the producers whisk you both into the black car waiting outside, ready to drive you back to the town park. As the car smoothly pulls away, you notice <brooke>Brooke</brooke> checking her phone, her face lighting up with excitement as she reads through notifications. <<BrookeTalk "This brand is massive, and with all the followers I’ve been getting on Swiftgram lately, they couldn’t wait to pay me. Three thousand dollars for this morning’s shoot...">> <<MCTalk "Three thousand dollars... that’s incredible, Brooke.">> She smiles as she sends you <<if $v04brookecor gt 2>><<set $money +=500>><money>500 dollars</money><<else>><<set $money +=300>><money>300 dollars</money><</if>> to your bank account. You take the money, grateful but also taken aback by the stark comparison. Yesterday, you spent the entire day working at <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> villa, in high heels, and made $1,500. That felt like a huge success at the time, but seeing <brooke>Brooke</brooke> make double that in just one morning of modeling hits differently. The contrast is hard to ignore. As the car glides down the road, you can’t help but feel a mix of awe and realization. <brooke>Brooke’s</brooke> path, with her growing social media influence, is opening doors and opportunities faster than you ever imagined. <<if $v04brookecor gt 2>><<BrookeLove 1>><</if>> <<link[[You arrive in front of your apartment.|City]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $brookequest to 7>><<set $time += 1>><<TimeDay>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> The smell of coffee and freshly baked pastries wafts through the air as you spot <liya>Liya</liya> and <jia>Jia</jia> sitting at a small table in a cozy corner of the café, laughing about something as they sip their drinks. <liya>Liya</liya>, ever the confident one, waves at you, beckoning you over with a grin. You make your way over, sliding into the seat next to them. <<LiyaTalk "Morning! Took you long enough.">> <<MCTalk "Hello, what are you two gossiping about?">> <<LiyaTalk "Oh, just talking about selfies. Jia here was too shy to take sexy selfies but I'm teaching her.">> <<JiaTalk "I'm actually getting better at it. It spices up the relationship $name.">> <<LiyaTalk "Why don't we show each other our sexiest selfies huh? Do you have any $name?">> <jia>Jia</jia> shoots her a look, clearly a little embarrassed by the idea, but <liya>Liya’s</liya> boldness has already pulled her into the moment. <<MCTalk "Uhmm, yeah I actually had sent one to Jessica.">> <<JiaTalk "I’m not really... into showing those kinds of pictures in public.">> <jia>Jia</jia> mutters, though her reluctance is more shy than outright opposed. <liya>Liya</liya> grins, clearly enjoying the teasing. <<LiyaTalk "Come on, Jia. We all saw each other in our underwear already.">> <<JiaTalk "Fine... mine is not as crazy as Liya’s anyway.">> You watch as <jia>Jia</jia> pulls out her phone, scrolling through her gallery before selecting a photo. She hands it over, her face a mix of embarrassment and amusement. The image is a stunning mirror selfie. <jia>Jia</jia> is standing to the side, her innocent face on the left, looking directly into the camera with a shy smile, while the mirror behind her shows off the full curve of her body in a blue lingerie set. Her thick, round butt is prominently reflected in the mirror, creating a striking contrast with her demure expression. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/JiaSelfie.jpg" height=600></div> <<MCTalk "Wow you look amazing, Jia.">> <<LiyaTalk "Yup, I remember this one. Love her big butt.">> You and <jia>Jia</jia> both turn your attention to <liya>Liya</liya>, who is already scrolling through her own phone. She stops on a photo and holds it out for both of you to see. The selfie is... bold, to say the least. <liya>Liya</liya> is completely naked, her tongue sticking out in a teasing, playful manner. Despite the lack of clothes, none of her private areas are exposed. Her breasts are strategically covered by her hands and arms, and the angle of the shot, taken from above, ensures that nothing below her waist is visible. It’s a perfect tease—naughty, but not revealing too much. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/LiyaSelfie.jpg" height=600></div> <<LiyaTalk "Sent this one to Jia too.">> <<JiaTalk "Yeah, she did. Such a tease.">> <<LiyaTalk "That’s the art of a good selfie—leaving them wanting more.">> You laugh, feeling more comfortable with the playful atmosphere as you think about the selfies they just shared. There’s no denying how close the three of you have become. [[Now, you’re ready for your turn.|Jia Mall7][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> As both girls lean in with expectant looks, you can feel the heat rise in your cheeks. They’ve shared their sexy selfies, and now it’s your turn. With a mix of nervousness and excitement, you pull out your phone, scrolling quickly until you find the selfie you sent to Jessica. <<MCTalk "Alright, this is one I sent to Jessica a while back.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/MCPhoto.jpeg" height=600></div> You take a deep breath and hand the phone to <liya>Liya</liya> and <jia>Jia</jia>. <liya>Liya</liya> gasps playfully, snatching the phone from your hand and inspecting the picture. <<LiyaTalk "Oh. My. God! You look incredible! Look at that booty!">> <jia>Jia</jia>, a little more composed but still clearly impressed, smiles warmly as she glances at the photo. <<JiaTalk "You’re really pulling off that look. I think we’ve got some competition in the selfie game here. I'm sure Jessica loved it.">> You can’t help but laugh, feeling both flattered and more confident in the moment. Before you became a sissy you never felt this confident about your body. In two weeks, you got more compliments as a femboy than you got as a "man" in your whole life. As the three of you finish your coffees and stand up to leave the café, <jia>Jia</jia> turns to you, her tone light but inviting. <<JiaTalk "Hey, we’re headed back to our place for a bit. Want to hang out before your date with Jessica?">> <<MCTalk "Yeah, sounds fun. I’ve got some time.">> <liya>Liya</liya> is already checking her phone and scrolling through a shopping app when she suddenly stops in front of a store. <<LiyaTalk "Hey, you two go ahead, I need to pop in here for a few minutes. I’ll catch up.">> Fifteen minutes later, <liya>Liya</liya> emerges from the store, looking a bit too pleased with herself but offering no explanation as to what she’d been up to. You and <jia>Jia</jia> exchange curious glances but decide to let it slide as the three of you make your way to the bus stop. The ride back to <jia>Jia</jia> and <liya>Liya’s</liya> place is filled with light conversation and laughter, the playful energy between you all carrying over from the café. [[You arrive at their home.|Jia Mall7][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> As you all step inside <jia>Jia</jia> and <liya>Liya’s</liya> cozy apartment, there’s a brief moment of calm as you set your things down. The atmosphere is warm and familiar, but you can’t shake the feeling that something’s brewing. <liya>Liya</liya>, with her usual mischievous glint in her eyes, wastes no time. She reaches into her purse and pulls out a small bundle of dark blue lace. <<LiyaTalk "Surprise! I got you something while you and Jia were waiting. I thought it would be perfect for a little pre-date selfie to send to Jessica. You know, to set the mood for the evening.">> Your eyes widen as you realize she’s holding a pair of lacy dark blue panties, the kind that leave little to the imagination. <jia>Jia’s</jia> face mirrors your surprise, her brows knitting together in concern. <<JiaTalk "Liya, isn’t that a bit much? I mean, asking him to wear that for a photo—don’t you think it’s overstepping? It’s not our place to—">> <liya>Liya</liya> cuts her off with a playful wave of her hand. <<LiyaTalk "Oh, come on, Jia! We’ve all seen each other in our underwear, right? We’re close friends—girl friends. Besides, we’re just helping him spice things up with Jessica. It’s all in good fun.">> She shoots you a knowing smile, her words hanging in the air as you feel a mix of emotions wash over you. Hearing <liya>Liya</liya> refer to you as one of the girls sends a rush of warmth through you. It’s something you’ve been wrestling with for a while—feeling more like one of them than anything else. The words linger, making you feel a sense of belonging you didn’t expect. You smile softly and clear your throat, feeling a little more courageous. <<MCTalk "Actually, for the last couple of days I used $femname in certain contexts. If you want you can call me $femname.">> <<set $femnameactive to 1>> <liya>Liya’s</liya> face lights up, and <jia>Jia’s</jia> initial hesitation melts into a warm smile. Without missing a beat, both of them step forward and wrap their arms around you in a tight, supportive hug. <<JiaTalk "We would love to, $femname">> <liya>Liya</liya> squeezes you a little tighter. She winks, holding the panties out to you once again. <<LiyaTalk "You’re perfect, $femname. Just wait until Jessica sees you in this.">> Blushing, you take the delicate fabric from her hand, feeling both excited and nervous about the whole thing. The girls nod encouragingly as you make your way to the bathroom, the lacy blue panties clutched in your hand. [[Wear the lacy panties.|Jia Mall7][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> Inside, you take a deep breath, your heart racing as you slip out of your clothes and pull on the new pair of panties. The material hugs your body in all the right places, accentuating your feminine curves, and you can’t help but admire the way you look in the mirror. You step out of the bathroom, feeling a strange mix of vulnerability and excitement. The soft lace of the panties clings perfectly to your body, and as you walk into the living room, <liya>Liya</liya> and <jia>Jia</jia> both turn to look at you. Their eyes widen with admiration. <<JiaTalk "Wow, $femname! You look… amazing.">> <<LiyaTalk "Damn, $femname, you’re absolutely killing it! That ass—Jessica’s gonna lose it. You have a fat one like Jia.">> <liya>Liya</liya> grabs your phone from the table without asking, giving you a playful wink. <<LiyaTalk "Let’s take a little preview pic for Jessica, shall we? Okay, $femname, turn a bit—yeah, just like that. Perfect.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/MCPhoto2.jpg" height=600></div> The click of the camera sounds, and <liya>Liya</liya> pulls you over to look at the screen. You can’t help but gasp softly. The picture shows your panty-clad ass looking unbelievably sexy, the lace highlighting the smooth curve of your firm and feminine butt. <<MCTalk "Oh my god…">> <<LiyaTalk "Told you, $femname. Now, how about we take one more before we send this off? Maybe something a little riskier? Just slip the panties down a little—nothing will show.">> <liya>Liya</liya> grins but <jia>Jia</jia> immediately raises her eyebrows, her voice concerned but gentle. <<JiaTalk "Liya, are you sure about this? We’re already pushing boundaries here.">> <<LiyaTalk "“Oh, come on, Jia. Nothing will show! Her dick won’t even be in the picture, chill. It’s just to spice things up. Jessica’s going to love it.">> [[Nod and slip the panties down.|Jia Mall7][$p=6]] [[Say no and finish the selfie session.|Jia Mall7][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> <<MCTalk "No. Let’s just send the first one. I think it’s sexy enough as it is.">> <liya>Liya</liya> looks a bit disappointed, but she shrugs, still smiling. She gives you back your phone. <jia>Jia</jia> smiles at you, relief clear on her face. <<LiyaTalk "Alright, fair enough, $femname. The first one is pretty hot already">> You send the photo to Jessica and within minutes she texts back. <<JessicaTalk "Damn, babe… that pic. I need to see you right now. Come over :)">> The text is clear—Jessica is more than just impressed. She’s excited, and her words make it obvious: she’s horny after seeing the photo. A small thrill runs through you, knowing that you’ve succeeded in raising the heat of the moment. <liya>Liya</liya> peeks over your shoulder at the message, a grin spreading across her face. <<LiyaTalk "Well, well, $femname… mission accomplished. Looks like Jessica’s ready for you.">> <<JiaTalk "Have fun, $femname.">> <jia>Jia</jia> is more supportive than teasing as usual. With your confidence riding high you move to grab your clothes, making sure to keep the lacy dark blue panties on. Before you leave <liya>Liya</liya> gives you a final smirk. <<LiyaTalk "Go knock her socks off, $femname.">> <<link[[Go Home.|My Room]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $time +=1>> <<TimeDay>> <<set $jiaquest to 8>><<set $v04pantiesphoto to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 6>> You nod slightly and, with a deep breath, hook your thumbs into the waistband of the lacy panties. Slowly, you slide them down just below your ass, leaving your smooth, bare cheeks on display. The feeling is both thrilling and nerve-wracking, but <liya>Liya’s</liya> encouraging smile keeps you steady. <<LiyaTalk "Oh my god, $femname, your ass is perfect. Look at you!">> She snaps the photo, and you can’t help but feel a surge of pride as she shows you the screen. Your bare butt looks so feminine, so sexy—it’s hard to believe that it’s really you. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/MCPhoto3.jpg" height=600></div> With a quick tap, you send both photos—the one with your panties on and the one with your bare cheeks—to Jessica. Your heart pounds in your chest as you wait for her reply. Moments later, your phone buzzes. Jessica’s response is immediate. <<JessicaTalk "Holy shit baby… that ass… I can’t wait to see you. Get over here NOW. I’m already so wet just thinking about you.">> You swallow hard, excitement coursing through you. <liya>Liya</liya> grins from ear to ear, clearly satisfied with how things turned out. <<LiyaTalk "You’re gonna have one hell of a date.">> <<JiaTalk "Have fun, $femname.">> With your confidence riding high you move to grab your clothes, making sure to keep the lacy dark blue panties on. You feel empowered, sexy, and ready for what’s to come as you leave their place. <<LiyaLove 1>> <<link[[Go Home.|My Room]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>> <<set $jiaquest to 8>><<set $v04pantiesphoto to 2>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> You arrive at <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> house, your heart racing with excitement and nerves. You barely have time to say hello before she takes your hand, pulling you toward her bedroom. Inside, the air is thick with desire. The moment you’re both in the room, clothes begin to fall to the floor, leaving only your panties on. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> looks at you with a hunger that makes you feel both vulnerable and incredibly desired. You lie on her bed together, bodies pressing close, hands exploring soft skin, lips brushing in heated kisses. Her touch sends waves of pleasure through you, each caress drawing you deeper into the moment. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date65.jpg" height=500></div> As she kisses you, her hand runs down your side, fingers playing with the waistband of your panties. She pulls back slightly, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers. <<JessicaTalk "So... should I call you $femname now?">> You feel a rush of warmth at the sound of it, the name that’s beginning to feel more like yours. You nod, biting your lip, and manage to say. <<MCTalk "Yes... at least in private.">> Her smile widens, a soft giggle escaping her lips as she presses her body closer to yours. <<JessicaTalk "You look so sexy. I feel like the luckiest girl alive, having such a gorgeous sissy girlfriend.">> Her words make you melt. You had been a lousy boyfriend when it came to sex but now as her sissy girlfriend, you don't have performance anxiety, you don't have shame over your tiny dick. You just make love and have fun with your girlfriend. But there’s something else on your mind, something that’s been growing stronger for a while. As her fingers trace small circles over your skin, you know this is the moment to speak up. <<MCTalk "Jess... I’ve been thinking a lot... about us. I’m ready to be your cuckold.">> <<JessicaTalk "You’re sure? No doubts, no second thoughts?">> <<MCTalk "No doubts, Jess. I want this for us. I want you to have Mr. Brown... and I want to be there, watching.">> <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> eyes widen slightly in surprise, but that surprise quickly turns into a beaming smile. Her hands stop moving for a moment, just resting on your chest as she looks at you with something close to awe. <<MCTalk "I want to be your sissy girlfriend... and your cuck. Imagining you with Mr. Brown drives me wild.">> <<JessicaTalk "You have no idea how lucky I feel right now. I get to have the most amazing sissy girlfriend... and soon, I’ll have Mr. Brown too.">> [[Jessica teases you.|JessicaDate13][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> hand slides down your chest, her fingers brushing lightly over your skin, sending electric tingles through you. She smiles wickedly, eyes gleaming with excitement. <<JessicaTalk "Mmm, I’m so happy you’re ready to be my sissy and my cuck, but... it doesn’t feel fair, does it? Me with Mr. Brown, and you with no one else? I'm serious about you and Alexandra. She’s absolutely stunning, and we both know she could show you a really good time.">> You feel your face flush. The idea of being with <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, especially with <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> encouragement, sends a wave of excitement through you. <<MCTalk "I... I wouldn’t say no. She’s incredible. I’ve always kind of... well, yeah, I’d love that.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> giggles, her fingers tracing patterns along your thigh. <<JessicaTalk "Good. I want you to be happy too, babe. Alexandra would take care of you. Besides, she’s always been super flirty with both of us.">> You feel a surge of warmth, a mixture of arousal and anticipation building inside you. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> leans in, her lips brushing yours as she speaks softly. <<JessicaTalk "And I have to admit... seeing you with Alexandra would be so hot. I bet she’d make you feel things you’ve never felt before.">> The thought of both of you being with other people—her with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, you with <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>—feels right, balanced even. It’s as if this is exactly where your relationship was meant to go. <<MCTalk "Yeah... I think I’d really like that.">> <<JessicaTalk "Then it’s settled. We’ll talk to Mr. Brown... and Alexandra. I’m sure they’ll both be more than open to this.">> You both lie there for a moment, your bodies still pressed together, feeling the weight of this huge decision. It feels like a turning point, but instead of fear or doubt, there’s excitement—a shared sense of adventure. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> grabs her phone from the nightstand, glancing at you before typing a message. <<JessicaTalk "How about this?">> She shows you the message: <jessica>"Mr. Brown, me and $femname need to have a private discussion with you. When can we talk?"</jessica> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> sends the message, and the two of you settle back onto the bed, fingers entwined, softly touching each other as you wait for his response. As you lie there in your panties, the intimacy between you growing even deeper, you think about how much you’ve changed. You used to feel insecure, anxious about your relationship, but now... you feel more confident. Being <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> sissy girlfriend, it makes you feel free in a way you never expected. Ten minutes later, <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> phone vibrates. She grabs it, smiling as she reads the message aloud. <<JessicaTalk "Mr. Brown says we can meet in his office Wednesday evening.">> You nod, the reality of the situation hitting you. In just a few days, everything will change. No more just talk, no more preparations, no more testing yourselves. You will come out to the most powerful man you know. But as you lie there next to <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, her body warm and comforting against yours, you know you’re ready for it. You’re ready for all of it. [[Jessica breaks the silence.|JessicaDate13][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> <<JessicaTalk "We don’t know what’s going to happen on Wednesday... how things will change between us. So why don’t we make tonight special? Just the two of us.">> Her words send a thrill through you, and without hesitation, you lower yourself down, pressing your lips to her soft skin, eager to please her. Your hands glide over her body, and you trail kisses down her stomach, savoring each delicate touch. The air between you hums with desire as you move lower, feeling the weight of her anticipation and the intensity of the moment. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaSex30.jpg" height=500></div> You don’t wait for her to ask. You already know what she wants, and the sound of her quickening breath drives you further. Your mouth finds her, and <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> body tenses slightly, her fingers tangling in your hair. You feel her arch beneath you, her breathing becoming more ragged with every passing second. You continue, feeling her getting closer, the heat building between you two, your heart racing as you focus entirely on her pleasure. Just as her body begins to shudder, she surprises you. <<JessicaTalk "Wait...">> Her voice is breathless, trembling with the edge of her climax, but she pulls you away, her hands guiding you back toward her. You’re confused for a moment, until she shifts and presses her lips to yours, a teasing smile playing on her face as she pushes you gently onto your stomach. <<JessicaTalk "My turn now.">> You feel her hands trace the curve of your back, and then she’s kissing you—your hips, your lower back, and finally your butt cheeks, her lips warm and playful, sending a wave of surprise and arousal through you. She doesn’t touch your penis; instead, she focuses on you in a way that feels intimate and new, her kisses leaving you trembling. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaSex32.jpg" height=500></div> Then something you didn't expect happen, her tongue finds your asshole. She starts licking your hole giving you a kind of pleasure you never tasted. A moan slips through your lips. <<MCTalk "Ahhh...">> She lays down next to you, on her back, opening her legs... <<JessicaTalk "I want you inside me... <i>one last time</i>, before everything changes.">> Your breath catches as her words sink in. You nod, and in a moment of quiet understanding, she pulls you over her, guiding you as your bodies connect. There’s no hesitation, no awkwardness—just the two of you moving together, the familiarity of each other’s touch making it feel natural and right. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaSex33.jpg" height=500></div> The rhythm is soft, slow at first, both of you savoring the moment, knowing it might be the last time like this. <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> hands grip your ass, her body arching beneath you as the pleasure builds, quickly becoming more intense. You can feel her getting closer, her breaths coming in quick, short bursts as she bites her lip. The moment feels too brief, yet impossibly perfect. Just as <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> body tenses beneath you, your own release builds in unison with hers. In that final moment, everything becomes a blur of heat and sensation, your bodies trembling as you both climax at the same time, a shared release that feels like a culmination of everything you’ve been through together. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaSex34.jpg" height=500></div> [[Cuddle her!|JessicaDate13][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>><<set $arousal to 0>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date49.jpg" height=500></div> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> smiles softly, her hand brushing your cheek as she pulls you close, resting her head against your chest. You both lay there in silence, the intimacy between you still lingering in the air. As the warmth of the afterglow fades, you know that something has shifted—something unspoken, but undeniable. This was your moment together, a final expression of your bond before the next phase of your relationship begins. <<JessicaTalk "That was perfect. Thank you.">> You smile, feeling a sense of peace wash over you. You both get dressed in silence. The upcoming conversation with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> feels like the right step, the natural progression of what’s to come. As you prepare to leave Jessica’s apartment, you look back at her one last time, feeling calm, even excited about the future. Whatever happens on Wednesday, you’re ready for it. You walk out the door with a sense of peace, knowing that this moment, today, was exactly what you both needed. <<link[[Go Home.|My Room]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $jessicaquest to 13>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><</link>> <</if>>

<<Arousalincrease 50>><<Arousal>> <<set $analpornset = [1, 2, 3]>>\ \ <<set $analpornchoice = $analpornset.pluck()>>\ \ <<if $analpornchoice eq 1>> <video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Laptop/JenniferPorn19.mp4"/> The visual of Jennifer getting herself off makes your dick rock hard in seconds. <</if>>\ \ <<if $analpornchoice eq 2>> <video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Laptop/JenniferPorn20.mp4"/> You wish you could watch her masturbate in real life. <</if>>\ \ <<if $analpornchoice eq 3>> <video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Laptop/JenniferPorn21.mp4"/> Imagining yourself fucking Jennifer as she rubs her clit makes your dick rock hard in seconds. <</if>> <<linkreplace "Masturbate">><<silently>><<set $arousal -=90>><<Arousal>><</silently>> You cum! <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/MCCums.jpg"></div> [[Return|Laptop]]<<set $alreadymasturbated to 1>><<set $laptoppsg to "Main">><</linkreplace>>

<<if $p eq 1>> You head into the living room, where <clara>Clara</clara> is already lounging on the couch. She’s flipping through channels, but her eyes light up when she sees you. <<ClaraTalk "Hey, perfect timing! I was just thinking… let’s watch something different tonight.">> <<MCTalk "Different? Like what?">> You sit down beside her, a bit hesitant. <clara>Clara</clara> grins mischievously, her eyes gleaming with excitement. <<ClaraTalk "Well a very special video for me, an interracial porn video. What got me into all, well into my taste for black men.">> <<MCTalk "Wait. What?">> <<ClaraTalk "Oh, come on! We’ve already watched so many movies with interracial sex scenes. This is just a bit more… direct. And now we both know one thing, we love looking at BBC porn.">> <<MCTalk "Clara, I don’t know...">> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/TV/PennyPaxBBC.mp4"/></div> <<Arousalincrease 50>><<Arousal>> But she doesn’t give you a chance to protest. With a quick flick of the remote, the screen lights up, and there it is—a busty blonde woman between two big black men. You freeze, the video immediately captivating you, too intense to look away from. The girl is getting spitroasted by two huge cocks. [[Clara interjects as the video plays on.|Clara Night13][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> <<ClaraTalk "Yeah, this is one the best scenes ever... This got me hooked to BBC.">> The moans from the screen fill the room, and you can feel your body reacting, your pulse quickening as you watch. The men are powerful, their huge cocks dominating the screen, and the woman’s gasps echo in your mind. You shift uncomfortably, but the arousal bubbling inside you is undeniable. The camera zooms in, intensifying the overwhelming presence of the cocks. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/TV/PennyPaxBBC2.mp4"/></div> <<Arousalincrease 50>><<Arousal>> <clara>Clara</clara> notices. Of course, she does. She glances over at you, her smirk widening as she notices how affected you are. <<ClaraTalk "Told you. This is something else, huh?">> Your eyes flick to her, but you can’t help but be drawn back to the screen. The raw intensity, the way the men completely dominate the scene... it’s too much. <clara>Clara’s</clara> comment only heightens the heat in the room, making everything feel even more forbidden. You can hear her breathing change, matching your own, the tension between you two thickening. You want to respond, but your throat is dry, your mind too clouded by what’s happening on screen. Every movement, every thrust sends a wave of heat through your body. It’s all-consuming. Before you are even quarter time into the video you feel your penis throbbing. With your mind already occupied with sharing <jessica>Jessica</jessica> with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> seeing these huge black cocks with the busty blonde is too much. <<MCTalk "I... I need to go to my room.">> You manage to say, your voice shaky. <clara>Clara</clara> smiles, her eyes flicking to you, knowing exactly why. <<ClaraTalk "Yeah, me too, I need my dildo.">> She looks at you with a grin, the shared tension between you two palpable as you both stand up, too turned on to stay there any longer. [[Run to your room.|Clara Night13][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> Without another word, you both retreat to your rooms, your heart pounding, the sounds from the screen echoing in your head long after you close your door. The thrill, the shame, and the arousal all mix together, leaving you trembling as you try to collect yourself. You close the door to your room, the heat from the living room still pulsing through your body. Your hands tremble slightly as you sit on the edge of the bed, trying to shake off the intensity of the last few minutes. But it’s impossible. The images from the screen keep playing in your mind, and there’s no escaping the arousal that’s gripping you. Your phone sits on the nightstand, and you reach for it without even thinking. You know what you need. As your fingers slide across the screen, you find yourself scrolling through your saved photos until you land on it—the picture of <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> cock. His massive, veiny black cock, a striking contrast to your own, fills the screen. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/AlexandraPhoto3.jpg" height=500></div> <<Arousalincrease 50>><<Arousal>> Your breath catches, a familiar mixture of shame and desire washing over you as you stare. The sheer size, the way it hangs heavy, brings back all those moments you’ve spent thinking about him—how powerful he is, how effortlessly he commands attention, and how much <jessica>Jessica</jessica> seems drawn to him. And tonight, it’s impossible to deny what you’ve been feeling for days. Your mind drifts to <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, imagining her with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, their bodies entwined. You picture her on her knees, looking up at him with that same adoration you’ve seen in her eyes before, her lips parting as she takes him in. The thought sends a shiver through you, and before you realize it, your hand is between your legs, stroking yourself as the fantasy grows more vivid. [[You imagine Jessica with Mr. Brown.|Clara Night13][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> As your mind drifts, vividly picturing <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> soft moans and the way her body arches in front of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, a sudden sound pulls you from the depths of your fantasy—a soft, rhythmic moaning coming from the next room. <clara>Clara</clara>. Her voice is muffled but unmistakable, the cadence of her pleasure punctuating the silence around you. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Dream/DreamJessica5.mp4"/></div> <<Arousalincrease 50>><<Arousal>> Her moans grow louder, breathier, and you can tell she’s completely absorbed in the sensations. You imagine her stretched out on her bed, her hands gripping the sheets, her eyes closed as she lets herself go, uninhibited. The sound heightens the vividness of your own fantasy, layering <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> imagined gasps over <clara>Clara's</clara> very real ones, filling your thoughts with the intoxicating reality that surrounds you. Your own arousal surges, fueled by the contrasting images and sounds. The two voices meld together in your mind, pulling you closer to the edge. <clara>Clara's</clara> moans echo through the walls, a reminder of her own desires, her own pursuit of pleasure, intensifying your own anticipation for the changes soon to come. With a sharp intake of breath, you climax, your body trembling as you come undone in a way that leaves you breathless. You collapse onto the bed, your heart pounding in your chest, the photo of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> still glowing on the screen beside you. <b>In two days, everything will change.</b> <<link[[Prepare to Sleep|My Room]]>><<set $p eq 1>><<set $claraquest to 16>><<set $arousal to 0>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>><<set $sidemenu to 1>> Even though you're surrounded by the usual hustle of treadmills and weights clanking, your mind is somewhere else—completely consumed by thoughts of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and the conversation that awaits tomorrow. It's not just the excitement of becoming a cuckold that’s got you buzzing, but the way <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> has completely taken over your thoughts, dominating your every fantasy. As you step onto the gym floor in your tight leggings and fitted crop top, you can feel eyes lingering on you. You've grown more comfortable with this kind of attention, your feminine figure turning heads, but today it's different. The arousal simmering beneath your skin isn't just from the stares—it's from what's coming tomorrow. It's from imagining <jessica>Jessica</jessica> with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, and how in just 24 hours, your relationship will transform completely. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/MCGym15.jpg" height=400></div> You head to the squat rack, setting up for your usual workout. As you drop down into the first squat, you feel the familiar tug of your leggings against your ass, accentuating the curves that have slowly become more pronounced. The sensation sends a spark through you, and you can't help but picture <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> standing behind you, admiring the way your body has changed. The thought of him watching, maybe even commenting on how perfect your ass looks, makes your heart race. [[You cannot get him off your mind.|Gym14][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> Each repetition only pulls you deeper into your fantasy. You imagine the conversation tomorrow, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> sitting next to you, both of you staring up at <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> as he lays out how this new dynamic will work. His voice will be steady, confident, commanding—as always. He’ll guide the conversation just like he guides everything, and you’ll both follow, eager to submit to the new roles you're stepping into. Between sets, you wipe the sweat from your forehead, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Your ponytail sways as you move, you look fabulous in your leggings. And this excites you even more because it’s exactly what <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> likes. Moving to the leg press, your thoughts keep drifting. You can’t help but think of how <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> has become a constant presence in your mind. His cock, his dominance—it’s all you’ve been able to think about for days. The idea of him with <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, the way he'll take her in ways you can't, drives you wild with anticipation. Every time you push the weight up, you imagine <jessica>Jessica</jessica> moaning beneath him, her body responding to his touch. The feeling of your own growing submission pushes you harder, the workout blending with your fantasies. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/JessicaDaydream.jpg" height=500></div> As you finish your routine, drenched in sweat and muscles burning, the excitement of tomorrow bubbles to the surface. You head to the locker room, your mind spinning with what’s to come. Tomorrow, you’ll officially become a cuckold sissy. Tomorrow, you'll submit completely to <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> control. Tomorrow, everything changes. <<link[[Go home.|My Room]]>><<set $sidemenu to 0>><<set $gymquest to 15>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> It’s the big day, and the moment you’ve been both dreading and anticipating for what feels like forever. You arrive at <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> law office, a tall and imposing building in the heart of downtown. The mirrored exterior reflects the city’s buzz, but your mind is far from the hustle outside. As you push through the glass doors, your heart pounds, knowing that within these walls, your relationship is about to change forever. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/BrownLawLobby.jpg" height=500></div> The lobby is grand—marble floors, sleek modern decor, and a large front desk where a receptionist greets you with a polished smile. But you barely notice it, your thoughts swirling as you spot <jessica>Jessica</jessica> already waiting for you near a row of leather seats. She looks stunning, of course. There’s a nervous energy in her smile as she waves you over, and you can tell she’s just as excited—and nervous—as you are. As you reach <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, she stands up and hugs you. It’s a warm, reassuring hug, and you melt into her embrace, feeling the bond between you strengthen. She pulls back slightly, looking into your eyes. <<JessicaTalk "You okay?">> Her voice is soft but carries a hint of excitement. <<MCTalk "Yeah... I think so. Just a little nervous. You?">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> smiles, a mix of excitement and reassurance in her expression. <<JessicaTalk "Same... but this is what we want, right? We’ve talked about this for so long. It’s finally happening.">> You nod, taking a deep breath. The enormity of the moment starts to settle in. <<MCTalk "I know. It just feels... so real now. Like, after today, everything will change.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> laughs softly, though there’s a nervous edge to it. <<JessicaTalk "Yeah, but it's a good change. We’ve both wanted this. And... you know Mr. Brown, he’s always been... well, he knows how to take control of a situation.">> She grins at that, her cheeks flushing a little. The mention of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> makes your heart skip. He’s all you’ve thought about for days, dominating your mind, and now it’s time for him to dominate your relationship, too. You shift slightly, your thoughts drifting to how he’ll guide this conversation, how you’ll both submit to him. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date66.jpg" height=500></div> <<MCTalk "I... I just hope I’m ready for this.">> <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> smile turns a bit more serious, but her eyes are filled with warmth. <<JessicaTalk "You are. We are. We’ve been building up to this for a long time. And he’ll make sure we’re okay, you know that.">> You nod, trying to calm your racing heart. You glance toward the elevators at the far side of the lobby. They seem to loom large, like the gateway to your new life. Once you step into that elevator and go up to <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> office, there’s no going back. <mc><i>Am I ready for what's to come? I am, I better be.</i></mc> The thought of him taking control excites you beyond belief. <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, your beautiful girlfriend, will be with him, and you... you’ll be the cuckold sissy you’ve fantasized about becoming. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> follows your gaze, her voice dropping to a whisper. [[Jessica's voice brings you back to the lobby.|JessicaDate14][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> <<JessicaTalk "You’ve been thinking about him a lot, haven’t you?">> You hesitate, but there’s no point in hiding it. You nod. <<MCTalk "I can’t stop. I just... I know what’s going to happen, and I can’t stop thinking about him. About you... with him.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> bites her lip, her cheeks flushing as she leans closer. <<JessicaTalk "Me too. And honestly... I think that’s what makes this so right. He’s going to take such good care of us.">> Your heart skips again, and you can feel the growing arousal just at the thought of it. You squeeze <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> hand tighter, both of you sharing the same excitement, the same anticipation for what’s to come. There’s a moment of silence as you both stare at the elevator, your breathing steadying, your resolve hardening. Finally, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> takes a deep breath. <<JessicaTalk "Alright. Let’s do this. We’re ready.">> You nod, the words sinking in. This is it. You’re ready. Together, you head towards the elevator, your fingers intertwined with <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica>, your pulse racing in sync with hers. You’re about to take the biggest step in your relationship, into a new role, and into <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> world. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/BrownLawCorridor.jpg" height=400></div> As you press the button for the top floor, you steal one last glance at <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, and she smiles at you, reassuring and excited. The elevator doors close, and the ride up feels both endless and too short at the same time. As the elevator doors slide open, you step out into the hallway leading to <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> office. The atmosphere shifts instantly—<jessica>Jessica</jessica> walks with quiet confidence, her heels clicking against the polished marble floors, while you trail just a step behind, feeling the weight of the moment. The corridor is lined with sleek with glass-walled offices. Inside, legal teams and sharp-suited lawyers work intently, their movements efficient, focused, and perfectly synchronized—a clear testament to the power and precision woven into every corner of this high-rise. You can feel your heart race as you reach the large, dark wood doors of <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> office. The brass nameplate reads Andre Brown, Esq.—just his name alone carries a certain weight. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> pauses for a moment, glancing over at you with a reassuring smile, though you can see the hint of excitement and nerves in her eyes as well. [[Jessica reaches to the door.|JessicaDate14][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> She opens the door, and the room beyond is nothing like you expected. It's spacious, modern yet somehow imposing, with high ceilings and wide windows overlooking the city. The furnishings are minimal but luxurious, from the black leather chairs to the massive desk made of polished dark wood. The sleek lines of the office, combined with its muted colors, create an environment that is both commanding and intimidating. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/MrBrown7.jpg" height=500></div> And there he is, sitting behind his desk. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> doesn't rise to greet you—he doesn't need to. His presence alone dominates the room. His gray suit perfectly tailored, he looks up from a document he was reviewing and a slow, knowing smile spreads across his face. His eyes linger on you as you enter, taking in your fem look with an air of subtle but unmistakable appreciation. <<AndreTalk "Well, if it isn’t the lovely $femname.">> <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> greets you smoothly, his voice deep and confident, with that usual commanding tone that always seems to make your pulse quicken. Your heart skips a beat at the sound of your new name on his lips, a name that only he and <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> use with such authority. He gestures casually to the two chairs in front of his desk without bothering to stand. <<AndreTalk "Take a seat, both of you.">> The leather squeaks slightly as you sit down next to <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, your legs nervously crossing beneath the desk. <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> eyes are sharp, observant, and even though he remains seated, his power fills the room. There’s a calmness in his demeanor, but beneath it, a glint of something—like he already knows exactly why you're here, like he's been waiting for this conversation to happen. His fingers tap lightly on the desk as he leans back in his chair, eyeing both of you with a mix of curiosity and expectation. Then, with a knowing smile tugging at the corners of his lips, he breaks the silence. <<AndreTalk "So… what can I do for you two today?">> His tone measured but with a hint of amusement, as if he already has an inkling of what’s coming. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> glances at you for a brief moment, and the anticipation builds between the three of you. <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> eyes remain fixed on both of you, his calm demeanor unshaken. He leans back slightly in his chair, folding his hands together on the desk, exuding an aura of complete control. Jessica takes a breath, her hand reaching out to squeeze yours, giving you both reassurance and courage. Her voice is calm, but you can feel the underlying excitement as she begins, her gaze meeting Mr. Brown’s with an unguarded honesty. <<JessicaTalk "Mr. Brown, Sir, we… we’ve been talking a lot, exploring what we want together. And we realized that both of us want to open things up—to bring new dynamics to our relationship. With you and Alexandra to be precise.">> Heart pounding, you clear your throat, finding strength in Jessica’s support and Mr. Brown’s commanding yet patient presence. <<MCTalk "Yes, we’ve thought a lot about this. I want Jessica to be able to find pleasure with you Sir… I want to be… her cuck, watching her find the satisfaction I know you can give her, in ways I can’t.">> [[His gaze sharpens, studying both of you with intense focus.|JessicaDate14][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> <<AndreTalk "This is a serious matter. Opening your relationship… it’s not something to be taken lightly.">> You feel a pang of nervousness in your chest, but <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> hand squeezes yours again, grounding you. She nods beside you, her eyes locked on <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. <<JessicaTalk "We’ve thought about it, a lot. We’re sure. Both of us.">> You swallow, nodding as well. <<MCTalk "Yes, we… we’re sure. We wouldn’t be here if we weren’t.">> <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> studies you both for a moment longer, his gaze piercing yet not harsh. <<AndreTalk "Are you really sure?">> His eyes focusing on you specifically, his question weighted with meaning. It feels like he’s not just asking if you want this, but if you’re ready for everything that comes with it. Your heart races, but you hold his gaze, feeling the intensity of the moment wash over you. You glance at <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, seeing her own determination mirrored in her eyes, and you nod again. <<MCTalk "Yes Sir… we’re sure.">> A brief, thoughtful silence hangs between the three of you, before <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> lips curl into a small smile—subtle, but reassuring. <<AndreTalk "Well, I can’t speak for Alexandra without discussing this with her in detail. But I have to say… I’m honored that you two—this cute couple—chose me as your potential bull.">> The weight of his words hits you, and despite the nerves, you feel a sudden warmth in your chest. <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> eyes light up beside you, and you can sense the relief and excitement radiating from her as she lets out a small breath she didn’t know she was holding. A smile creeps onto her face, and you can’t help but feel a swell of pride mixed with anticipation. It’s happening—this idea, this wild, bold idea, is becoming real. <<AndreTalk "I’d be into this.">> <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> adds, the words slipping out with quiet confidence, sending a rush of heat through you. He’s composed, in control, but there’s something in the way he says it that makes you shiver. The tension that had built up in the room now melts into something else—something more thrilling, more charged. You glance at <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, who beams at you, her excitement almost palpable. You squeeze her hand back, your nerves beginning to settle as a sense of certainty takes hold. This is what you both wanted. The affirmation from <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, though expected, fills you with a mix of exhilaration and pride. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> looks back at <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, gratitude clear in her expression. <<JessicaTalk "Thank you… we’re really excited about this.">> Her voice is soft but genuine. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> nods, his eyes still scanning you both. <<AndreTalk "Before we go any further though I’d like to speak with $femname privately for a moment. Just to be sure we’re all on the same page.">> The request sends a jolt of surprise through you. Your heart skips a beat, and you feel <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> hand tighten around yours for a brief second before she releases it. She looks at you, a small question in her eyes, but when she sees your calm acceptance of the situation, she nods. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> stands up from her chair with grace. Her eyes flicker toward <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, and she gives him a polite smile. <<JessicaTalk "I’ll just… wait outside then.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date68.jpg" height=500></div> You watch her as she moves toward the door, your stomach twisting with a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty. <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> always been your support, your anchor, and now the idea of being alone with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, after everything you just proposed, feels both exciting and nerve-wracking. She pauses at the door, turning back to give you one last encouraging look, a silent gesture of reassurance. <jessica>"You’ll be okay."</jessica> she mouths to you with a smile, and you feel a rush of warmth at her confidence in you. Then, with a soft click, she steps out, leaving you alone with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. [[You are left alone in the room with Mr. Brown.|JessicaDate14][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> The silence that follows feels heavy, but not uncomfortable. You turn your attention back to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, who is still sitting calmly behind his desk, watching you with an air of quiet authority. His presence fills the room, and for a moment, you feel small under his gaze, but there’s also a strange sense of security in it, as if he knows exactly what’s going to happen next, even if you don’t. <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> eyes are steady, unwavering as he watches you, his expression calm but thoughtful. He takes a deep breath and leans forward slightly, resting his elbows on the desk, his fingers steepled together in front of him. <<AndreTalk "I want to be completely honest with you. If we proceed with this, everything in your relationship will change. I’ve seen it happen many times before. Being a cuckold, allowing your partner to be with another man—especially a man like me—is not something you can take lightly.">> His words send a shiver down your spine. You already knew, deep down, that this would change things, but hearing it from him, in his calm and measured tone, makes the reality of it sink in even deeper. You shift slightly in your seat, your heart racing, but you don’t speak. You want to hear everything he has to say. <<AndreTalk "I’ve been the bull for couples in the past and I’ve seen men—men who thought they were ready—struggle with it. They thought they could handle seeing their loved one with me, but after witnessing… my sexual prowess, they couldn’t live with it.">> Mr. Brown leans forward, his voice steady and probing. <<AndreTalk "Why do you really want this, $femname?">> <<link[[I want Jessica to experience something I can’t fully give her. She deserves the best.|JessicaDate14]]>><<set $p to 6>><<set $jessicadate14firstchoice to 1>><</link>> <<link[[It’s about trust. I want us to grow stronger as a couple, even if it’s unconventional.|JessicaDate14]]>><<set $p to 6>><<set $jessicadate14firstchoice to 2>><</link>> <<link[[To be honest, Sir… it’s thrilling to imagine you fucking her while I watch.|JessicaDate14]]>><<set $p to 6>><<set $jessicadate14firstchoice to 3>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 6>> <<if $jessicadate14firstchoice eq 1>> You take a deep breath, steadying yourself before speaking. <<MCTalk "I want Jessica to experience something I can’t fully give her. She deserves the best.">> The words hang in the air, carrying a mixture of love and vulnerability. <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> gaze remains fixed on you, his expression unreadable, but you can feel the weight of his attention pressing down on you. The memory of that morning resurfaces—watching <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> respond to him in ways you’d never seen before. It wasn’t just about the physical act; it was the way she melted under his touch, the way he dominated her with such effortless confidence. A mix of awe and arousal courses through you again, and you realize this is exactly what <jessica>Jessica</jessica> deserves. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Dream/DaydreamAndre3.mp4"/></div> <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> voice breaks through your thoughts, calm yet firm. <<AndreTalk "That’s a selfless reason, $femname. But are you sure you’re ready for what that means? Watching her… feeling her respond to someone else in ways she hasn’t with you? It can change everything.">> You swallow hard, his words hitting you like a challenge, but deep down, you know your answer. You nod slowly, meeting his eyes. <<MCTalk "I’m ready, Sir. I’ve thought about this a lot, and I know it’s what I want. What we want.">> <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> studies you for a moment, his eyes scanning your face as if searching for any lingering hesitation. You sit up straighter, meeting his gaze with as much confidence as you can muster. With a voice growing stronger, you continue. <<elseif $jessicadate14firstchoice eq 2>> You hesitate for a moment before answering, choosing your words carefully. <<MCTalk "It’s about trust. I want us to grow stronger as a couple, even if it’s unconventional.">> The words feel right as they leave your lips. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> is everything to you, and this isn’t just about desire—it’s about proving your commitment to her in a way that transcends traditional boundaries. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> leans back slightly, considering your response. His calm, piercing gaze makes your heart race, and for a moment, you think of <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> again. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Dream/DaydreamAndre3.mp4"/></div> That morning comes flooding back—the way she gave herself to him completely, trusting him in every way. You realize this isn’t just about <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> trust in you; it’s about your trust in her and, perhaps, in <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> too. <<AndreTalk "Trust is a powerful foundation, $femname. But trust can also be tested, especially in situations like this. Are you prepared for that? For everything that comes with it?">> His words stir something deep within you, but instead of doubt, you feel a growing certainty. You nod firmly, your voice steady despite the rush of emotions. <<MCTalk "I’ve thought about it, Sir. I know this will challenge us, but I believe in our love. I believe this will make us stronger.">> <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> studies you for a moment, his eyes scanning your face as if searching for any lingering hesitation. You sit up straighter, meeting his gaze with as much confidence as you can muster. With a voice growing stronger, you continue. <<elseif $jessicadate14firstchoice eq 3>> You take a shaky breath, glancing at Mr. Brown. His silence feels deliberate, his presence towering yet composed. The intensity in his gaze is overwhelming, pulling you into a space where your thoughts unravel faster than you can control them. Your voice trembles as you speak, but you can’t hold back. <<MCTalk "To be honest, Sir… it’s thrilling to imagine you fucking her while I watch.">> As soon as the words leave your lips, the memory surges, vivid and unrelenting. That morning—the morning <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> had led you into her bedroom closet, telling you to stay hidden and quiet. You hadn’t understood at first, but her teasing smile made it clear she had something planned. Through the narrow slats of the closet door, you had watched. Alexandra, radiant and confident, with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> towering over her. The way she melted into his touch, the way he claimed her with such effortless authority—it was like nothing you had ever seen. You felt paralyzed, equal parts shame and arousal coursing through you as you watched her surrender completely to him. Every sound, every movement, every moment of their connection was etched into your mind. The way she arched beneath him, her cries of pleasure echoing in your ears. The memory is almost too much, and even now, you feel the same shiver of awe and longing run through you. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/Dream/DaydreamAndre3.mp4"/></div> But <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> doesn’t know. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> had set it up, her wicked grin making it clear she knew exactly what this would do to you. You had stayed hidden, obedient to her command, certain that Mr. Brown was unaware of your presence. You force yourself back to the present, your cheeks flushed and your heart racing. You can barely meet <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> gaze, but when you do, the weight of his stare is almost unbearable. His eyes sweep over you, lingering just long enough for you to realize he’s noticed everything—your trembling hands, your quickened breaths, the faint sheen of sweat on your brow. It’s as though he can see straight through you, past your words and into the vulnerable, aroused state you’re struggling to contain. His silence feels deliberate, his control absolute, and the faintest quirk of his lips suggests he knows exactly what’s going on inside you. You swallow hard, your voice shaky as you manage to continue. <<MCTalk "I mean… Jessica deserves that. She deserves someone who can give her everything.">> His head tilts slightly, and his unwavering gaze doesn’t falter. The tension in the room tightens around you, almost suffocating, but you feel strangely exhilarated by it. The words tumble out of you now, unfiltered and raw. <<MCTalk "I’m ready for this, Sir. I know it’s what I want. What we want.">> A flicker of something passes through his expression—satisfaction, approval, maybe even pride. His voice, when it comes, is low and firm, cutting through the silence like a blade. <<AndreTalk "Good. That’s what I wanted to hear.">> <<AndreLove 1>> His words send a shiver down your spine, grounding you in the moment yet leaving you yearning for more. You sit up straighter, trying to summon every ounce of confidence you can muster, your voice growing stronger with conviction. <</if>> <<MCTalk "Our relationship will survive this. No… it’ll get even better because of it. I’m ready to be Jessica’s sissy cuckold.">> For a brief moment, there’s silence, and then, slowly, <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> lips curl into a satisfied smile. [[Mr. Brown breaks his silence.|JessicaDate14][$p=7]] <<elseif $p eq 7>> <<AndreTalk "Good. I’m glad we had this talk. You’re brave for taking this step, $femname. And I respect that.">> The warmth of his approval floods through you, filling you with a sense of pride. He believes in you, and that means everything. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> reaches for the phone on his desk and presses a button, his tone calm and professional as he speaks to his secretary. <<AndreTalk "Please send Jessica back in">> He hangs up and looks back at you, the calm authority in his demeanor never wavering. <<AndreTalk "This is a new chapter for you both but I think you’ll find it will be… very fulfilling.">> You nod, feeling a surge of excitement as you anticipate what’s to come. The door opens behind you, and you hear <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> familiar footsteps approaching. You glance over your shoulder to see her smiling as she walks back into the office, her eyes bright with curiosity and anticipation. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date67.jpg" height=500></div> <<AndreTalk "Now that we’ve discussed your desires there are some things we need to address if this is going to proceed. I am a man who values discretion and professionalism in all aspects of my life, and this… arrangement will be no different.">> You feel your heart racing as <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> speaks, each word pulling you deeper into his control. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> is sitting upright, her eyes focused intently on him. You can see the excitement in her expression, but she, too, is listening carefully. <<AndreTalk "First, before anything moves forward, you’ll both need to sign a non-disclosure agreement. This is not just for my protection, but for yours as well. I trust you understand the importance of keeping personal matters private, especially when it comes to someone in my position.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> nods immediately, a smile creeping onto her lips. <<JessicaTalk "Of course, Mr. Brown. We completely understand.">> She says quickly, glancing at you with a reassuring look. You nod as well, your excitement tempered by the gravity of his words. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> continues, his tone even. <<AndreTalk "There will be other arrangements, as well. Details about how this will proceed, boundaries we will set, and expectations we’ll clarify before anything happens. I will need to discuss these matters with Alexandra, as I cannot make decisions on her behalf. However, if all goes well, and if she’s open to this, I believe you’ll both have exactly what you’re asking for.">> Your stomach flips in anticipation. The thought of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, both so powerful and dominant, being a part of your life in this way—it’s overwhelming, but it’s exactly what you want. You glance at <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, and her excitement mirrors your own. She bites her lip, her fingers lightly gripping the armrest of her chair. <<JessicaTalk "Thank you, Mr. Brown, we’re ready to do whatever it takes to make this work.">> <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> eyes flicker with something that looks like amusement, as if he already anticipated this answer. He leans forward slightly, his gaze sharpening. <<AndreTalk "I will have the NDA and all necessary paperwork ready for you by Friday morning, at my villa. You’ll both come by, we’ll go over everything, and then we’ll see how things proceed.">> <b>Friday morning.</b> The words hang in the air like a promise, and you feel your pulse quicken, imagining what that day will bring. But just as your mind starts to wander, <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> voice cuts through, bringing you sharply back to the moment. <<AndreTalk "There is one more condition before you leave today. Until Friday, I am banning any sexual contact between the two of you.">> <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> eyes widen slightly, her lips parting in surprise, but she quickly nods. <<JessicaTalk "Yes, Mr. Brown. We understand.">> <<link[[Accept the challenge with determination despite the difficulty.|JessicaDate14]]>><<set $p to 8>><<set $jessicadate14secondchoice to 1>><</link>> <<link[[Seek clarification, hoping for leniency on simple gestures like kissing.|JessicaDate14]]>><<set $p to 8>><<set $jessicadate14secondchoice to 2>><</link>> <<link[[Embrace the rule without hesitation, feeling a strange sense of rightness.|JessicaDate14]]>><<set $p to 8>><<set $jessicadate14secondchoice to 3>><</link>> <<link[[Comply with a shaky voice, overwhelmed by Mr. Brown's command.|JessicaDate14]]>><<set $p to 8>><<set $jessicadate14secondchoice to 4>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 8>> <<if $jessicadate14secondchoice eq 1>> <<MCTalk "No contact at all? That’s going to be… rough, Sir. But if it’s what you think is best, we’ll do.">><<set $sub +=1>> You swallow hard, the weight of his words sinking in as you speak. The idea of not touching <jessica>Jessica</jessica>—not even holding her hand—is daunting. But beneath the challenge, there’s a flicker of something else. You glance at <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, her lips pressed into a determined smile. She’s as eager to comply as you are, both of you caught in the spell of <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> authority. The sheer discipline required feels like a test, one designed to solidify your place under his control. You nod again, determined to prove yourself, even as the prospect of restraint makes your heart pound. <<elseif $jessicadate14secondchoice eq 2>> <<MCTalk "Does that mean we can’t even kiss? Or is that allowed, Sir?">> You hesitate after the question, your eyes searching <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> face for any hint of leniency. Instead, his expression remains unreadable, his gaze locking onto yours with a weight that answers your question before he even speaks. There’s no wiggle room, no exceptions to his rule. You feel a chill of nervousness, but it’s chased by a rush of submissive exhilaration. The realization that his command extends to every small gesture of affection leaves you breathless. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> seems to understand as well, her hand twitching as though she wants to reach for yours but doesn’t. The control he wields over both of you feels absolute, and you can’t help but shiver under its intensity. <<elseif $jessicadate14secondchoice eq 3>><<set $MCcuck +=1>><<set $sub +=2>> <<MCTalk "This… this makes sense, Sir. It feels right. We’ll do exactly as you say.">> The words spill out with surprising steadiness, but your chest feels tight with a mix of awe and anticipation. You glance at <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, her eyes reflecting a shared excitement. The unspoken understanding between you deepens as the weight of <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> command settles over you both. This isn’t just a rule—it’s a new layer of control, an assertion of dominance that stirs something primal within you. You feel the heat rise in your cheeks, the pulse in your veins quickening as you imagine what this dynamic will mean for you moving forward. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> shifts slightly, her posture poised and her expression vibrant with unspoken anticipation. She squeezes your hand briefly, a gesture that feels like reassurance but also carries an electric charge. The moment is charged, heavy with the promise of transformation, and as you meet <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> steady gaze, you feel a thrill at knowing you’re stepping into something profoundly different—and deeply exciting. <<elseif $jessicadate14secondchoice eq 4>><<set $MCcuck +=3>><<set $sub +=3>> <<MCTalk "I—I understand, Sir. We’ll follow your rules.">> Your voice wavers slightly, but you force yourself to meet <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> steady, unwavering gaze. The weight of his authority feels almost tangible, pressing down on you in a way that sends your pulse racing. You swallow hard, glancing at <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, who nods firmly beside you. Her expression is calm yet filled with determination, and you draw strength from her unwavering composure. The room feels charged, the tension thick as both of you absorb the implications of his words. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> brushes her fingers lightly against yours, a subtle gesture of solidarity that steadies your nerves. The thrill of relinquishing control to someone so commanding is undeniable, even as your mind races with the challenges this new dynamic will bring. You glance at <jessica>Jessica</jessica> once more, and the flicker of excitement in her eyes mirrors your own. The unspoken connection between you grows stronger, bound by the shared experience of surrendering to <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> dominance. <</if>> Her excitement hasn’t faltered, if anything, the idea of his control over them seems to excite her even more. You can feel it too—the weight of his authority, the thrill of his power over your relationship. You glance at <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, feeling the pull of <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> command. She smiles at you, a hint of playfulness in her eyes, and you know that she’s just as eager to obey as you are, maybe even more so. There’s something deeply intoxicating about being told what to do by him, about relinquishing control to someone so confident and dominant. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> rises from his chair, signaling the end of the conversation. He offers a brief, commanding nod. <<AndreTalk "You may go now. I will see you both at the villa on Friday.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date69.jpg" height=500></div> You and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> stand, both of you still in awe of how the conversation has gone. As you head toward the door, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> squeezes your hand, a smile tugging at her lips as if the two of you are in on some thrilling secret. She glances at you with a mixture of excitement and nerves, but you can see the same desire in her eyes that you feel in your chest. [[Get out of the grand office.|JessicaDate14][$p=9]] <<elseif $p eq 9>> You and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> step out of <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> office, the large glass doors closing behind you with a soft click. The quiet hum of the office building seems almost surreal compared to the intense conversation you just had. <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> hand is warm in yours, and as you both walk down the hallway, you can feel the weight of what just happened settling in. It went better than either of you had expected, and the reality of it is beginning to sink in. As you step out onto the street, the cool evening air hits your face, and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> squeezes your hand again, letting out a breathy laugh. She starts talking with her eyes sparkling with a mixture of excitement and relief.<<JessicaTalk "Well, that was… intense, I’m so glad it went that well.">> You nod, feeling a similar rush of relief, but also a sense of exhilaration. It’s like a door has been opened that neither of you can close now, and everything is about to change. But you’re ready for it—both of you are. <<JessicaTalk "Let’s go to that café across the street.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date70.jpg" height=500></div> The café is nearly empty, and you find a secluded corner to sit, away from the few other patrons. The mood is intimate and relaxed, a perfect setting to decompress after the tension of the meeting. You both sit down, and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> orders two coffees, her hand still resting on yours. Once the drinks arrive, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> takes a sip, letting out a soft sigh. <<JessicaTalk "I can’t believe how smoothly that went. But… I have to admit, I was kind of expecting something more, you know?">> You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. <<MCTalk "More?">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> glances around as if to make sure no one is listening, then leans in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. <<JessicaTalk "I don’t know, maybe something wilder? Like, I thought Mr. Brown might… you know, just take me right there, in the office. I guess I’ve just been imagining things, and I got a little carried away.">> She bites her lip, her cheeks flushing slightly with the thought. You chuckle softly, teasing her. <<MCTalk "Oh, don’t worry, Jess. You know that’s going to happen soon enough. He’s just building up the suspense. You’ll get what you want, we will get what we need.">> The thought of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> taking control like that sends a thrill through you as well, but you keep it light, trying to ease her tension. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> grins, shaking her head. <<JessicaTalk "Yeah, I know you’re right. God, can you imagine when it finally happens? It’s going to be… amazing.">> <<MCTalk "It is all I imagine for a while.">> You say with a smile and you both laugh so loud other customers give you mean looks. You both fall quiet for a moment, the weight of what you’ve committed to starting to settle between you. The excitement is palpable, but there’s a seriousness to it as well. You’re entering a new phase of your relationship, something entirely different from what you’ve had before. And you can feel it—how it’s going to shift everything. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> takes another sip of her coffee, then glances at you curiously. [[Jessica starts to question you.|JessicaDate14][$p=11]] <<elseif $p eq 11>> <<JessicaTalk "So… what did Mr. Brown want to talk to you about in private? You looked a little nervous when I came back in.">> You hesitate, feeling the weight of <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> presence still lingering over you. His words echo in your mind—this is serious, and it’s about control. <<MCTalk "I… I can’t really say, Jess. It was private for a reason. He wanted to make sure I understood something, and I don’t think I should talk about it. But let me tell you, behind all his Mr. Charisma mask, I think he has a very soft heart.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> raises her eyebrows, looking intrigued. <<JessicaTalk "Oh, really? He's something else, in every way. Not a coincidence we want this so bad.">> <<MCTalk "Yeah… It’s different with him. He’s not like anyone else. When he says something, you just… know you have to follow through. I think it’s part of what makes this whole thing so exciting for me. The control, the power he has—it’s just… overwhelming.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> leans back, her expression softening as she looks at you. <<JessicaTalk "Wow. That’s kind of intense, babe. But honestly… I think I get it. There’s something about Mr. Brown that just makes you want to obey, doesn’t it?">> You smile, feeling a deep sense of connection with her in that moment. <<link[[It’s like I trust him completely to take control.|JessicaDate14]]>><<set $p to 12>><<set $jessicadate14thirdchoice to 1>><</link>> <<link[[I’m just here for the ride.|JessicaDate14]]>><<set $p to 12>><<set $jessicadate14thirdchoice to 2>><</link>> <<link[[Doesn’t it feel a little strange? Like we’re giving up too much control?|JessicaDate14]]>><<set $p to 12>><<set $jessicadate14thirdchoice to 3>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 12>> <<if $jessicadate14thirdchoice eq 1>> <<MCTalk "Exactly. It’s like I trust him completely to take control. And I know it’s going to make things better between us, Jess. I can feel it.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> reaches across the table, taking your hand in hers. <<JessicaTalk "I believe you. And I’m really excited for this, for us. I mean, it’s going to be incredible, right?">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date71.jpg" height=500></div> You squeeze her hand, nodding. The two of you sit in comfortable silence for a few moments, the air between you charged with anticipation. You and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> sit there for a few more moments, the tension between you both palpable as the weight of <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> authority hangs over the conversation. The energy in the café is buzzing, yet the space between you and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> is filled with a quiet understanding. The sexual ban <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> imposed is already having its effect, making the anticipation even more intense. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> smiles mischievously and sighs. <<elseif $jessicadate14thirdchoice eq 2>> <<MCTalk "Makes you want to obey? Speak for yourself, Jess. I’m just here for the ride.">> You flash her a playful grin, your tone lighthearted, aiming to keep the mood easy. Yet, deep down, the truth lingers—an undeniable tug of surrender that you’re not ready to fully admit just yet. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> leans back in her chair, folding her arms across her chest with an exaggerated pout. <<JessicaTalk "Oh, is that so? Just along for the ride, huh?">> Her eyes sparkle with amusement, but there’s a teasing edge to her voice. She knows you too well to let that comment slide unchallenged. She leans forward again, her smile turning mischievous as she places her chin on her hand. <<JessicaTalk "You can try to act cool, babe, but I saw how you looked at him in the office. You were practically hanging on his every word.">> Your grin falters for a moment as heat creeps into your cheeks. You glance away, pretending to focus on your coffee, but <jessica>Jessica</jessica> isn’t letting up. <<MCTalk "What? I was just being polite.">> <<JessicaTalk "Sure, babe. Keep telling yourself that.">> She winks, and despite your best efforts, you can’t help the sheepish chuckle that escapes you. The truth is undeniable, even if you’re not ready to say it out loud. As she laughs softly, her playful teasing feels more like a gentle nudge, encouraging you to embrace what you’re feeling. <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> name hangs in the air between you both, an unspoken understanding that what’s happening is bigger than either of you can put into words. <<elseif $jessicadate14thirdchoice eq 3>> <<MCTalk "I don’t know, Jess. Doesn’t it feel a little strange? Like we’re giving up too much control?">> You shift in your seat, the words feeling heavy as they leave your lips. The tension in your chest lingers, even as you try to sound casual. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> watches you for a moment, her eyes soft but sharp, the kind of look that sees more than you’re saying. <<JessicaTalk "Strange? Sure, I get that. It’s not exactly… traditional. But we’ve talked about this before, haven’t we? It’s not like this came out of nowhere.">> Her voice is calm, steady, and she leans in just slightly, her fingers brushing against yours on the table. The small contact sends a shiver through you, grounding but also igniting something. <<JessicaTalk "Remember the other night? You couldn’t stop watching me with that toy, couldn’t stop yourself. You said it yourself—you loved how it felt, seeing me like that. And afterward, you couldn’t get enough.">> Your stomach tightens at the memory, vivid and undeniable. The way her body moved, the way her moans filled the room—it was intoxicating. And you, trembling with arousal, had never felt so lost in the moment, so completely overwhelmed by how much you wanted it to continue. <<MCTalk "I… yeah, I remember.">> <<JessicaTalk "And it wasn’t just that, was it? Like when we’re around Mr. Brown, or especially Alexandra. You might not notice it, but you light up.">> Her words sink in slowly, each one pulling at something deep inside you. She’s right—you do feel different in those moments. It’s not just submission, though you’re not sure what else to call it. It’s more than that, a sense of relief, maybe even satisfaction, from following people you trust. <<MCTalk "I don’t know, Jess. I mean, yeah, it’s exciting, but… isn’t it too much? Like, what if we lose ourselves in this?">> She tilts her head, her lips curving into a soft smile. <<JessicaTalk "We’re not losing anything, babe. We’re finding ourselves and each other. And Mr. Brown and Alexandra might help us. We’re young, we’re discovering what feels good, what feels right.">> Her words are softer now, less insistent, like she’s letting you come to the realization yourself. Her hand lingers on yours, warm and grounding, her thumb tracing small circles against your skin. <<MCTalk "But… what if we take it too far? What if it changes us in ways we don’t expect?">> She tilts her head slightly, her expression thoughtful. <<JessicaTalk "I think we’re already changing, don’t you? I see it in the way you look at me when I’m… well, when I’m enjoying myself. The way you look at Mr. Brown when he talks, or even Alexandra when she teases you. It’s like you’re waking up to something you’ve been holding back. And honestly? I think you like it.">> You open your mouth to respond, but the words don’t come. She’s not wrong. Those moments—the way Mr. Brown’s voice made you feel like obeying was inevitable, or how Alexandra’s teasing left you flustered but oddly satisfied—they weren’t just thrilling. They felt right, in a way you hadn’t quite admitted to yourself yet. <<JessicaTalk "It’s not about giving up who we are, babe.">> Her voice softens further, her gaze steady and warm as she studies you. <<JessicaTalk "It’s about embracing the parts of ourselves we’ve been too scared to face. You’ve already started doing that, haven’t you? Calling yourself a sissy, letting yourself enjoy things you never thought you would.">> Your breath catches at her words, but you don’t pull away. The way she says it isn’t mocking; it’s understanding, even proud. <<JessicaTalk "And look at how it’s made you feel. You’ve said it yourself—you’ve never felt so free, so… alive. That’s not losing control, babe. That’s finding out what control really means. It’s about owning who you are.">> You glance down at your hands, her fingers still brushing against yours. She’s right. You remember the thrill of saying those words out loud, the rush of admitting something so intimate and true. It hadn’t felt like weakness. It had felt like freedom. <<MCTalk "I guess… yeah, it has felt good. Like, really good.">> Her smile grows, not triumphant but warm, as if she’s proud of you for saying it out loud. <<JessicaTalk "Exactly. Change isn’t something to fear—it’s something to embrace. And it doesn’t mean we’re losing ourselves. It means we’re becoming who we’re meant to be.">> You nod slowly, her words settling deep within you. The fear you’d been holding onto starts to unravel, replaced by something lighter, something warmer. <<MCTalk "When you put it like that… yeah. I think I’m ready, Jess.">> Her grin widens, her hand squeezing yours gently. <<JessicaTalk "I knew you would. Because deep down, you already do. You’ve been ready for this for a while, even if you didn’t realize it. And trust me, babe—it’s only going to get better.">> The weight in your chest lifts, replaced by a strange sense of excitement, even relief. Whatever’s ahead, you’re not just ready for it—you’re eager for it. <</if>> <<JessicaTalk "Well, I guess we should head home. I’m not going to invite you over tonight, you know… Mr. Brown’s orders and all. But just so you know… I’ll probably be watching some interracial porn at home tonight… using my big black dildo.">> Her voice lowers, teasingly seductive. She winks, but there’s a hunger behind her eyes, a clear longing that matches your own. Your stomach tightens at the thought, heat rising to your cheeks. You nod, swallowing down the rush of excitement. [[Leave the Cafe.|JessicaDate14][$p=13]] <<elseif $p eq 13>> Together, you both leave the café, walking towards the bus stop. The streets are quiet, and there’s a shared thrill between you, even if you can’t touch. The sexual tension lingers as the bus pulls up, and you take seats next to each other, but both of you remain silent, knowing the boundaries set for now. When the bus arrives in town, you both part ways with a smile and a final, longing glance. By the time you make it back home and into bed, your mind is swirling. The talk with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, the way <jessica>Jessica</jessica> teased you—everything feels like it's building toward something inevitable. As you lay there, staring at the ceiling, your phone buzzes. You pick it up, expecting a message from <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, but to your surprise, it’s <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. <<AlexandraTalk "Congratulations on talking to Andre. Can’t wait to play with your clit.">> Your heart skips a beat. Your eyes widen as you read the message again, your breath catching in your throat. <mc><i>Did she mean to send this to me? Or was it for Jessica? Ohhh... wait! </i></mc> The word “clit” rings in your mind, referring to your small, inadequate penis. The way <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> refers to it sends a shiver down your spine, both thrilling and humiliating. Your cheeks blush with the word and everything that happened this evening. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date72.jpg" height=500></div> You consider for a moment, wondering if you should say something… but the idea of correcting <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> feels too daunting. Her authority over you is undeniable, and you don't dare to question it. Instead, you simply type a response, your fingers shaking slightly. <<MCTalk "Me too, Ma’am. See you on Friday.">> You send the message and stare at the screen, the realization of your new role solidifying even further. Everything is changing, just like <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> warned, and you're ready for it. <<link[[Go Home.|My Room]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $jessicaquest to 14>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><</link>> <</if>>

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<<if $p eq 1>><<set $sidemenu to 1>> The familiar scent of eucalyptus and the sound of soft, relaxing music fills the air. You roll out your mat, trying to focus on your breathing, on grounding yourself in the moment. But it’s almost impossible to keep your thoughts from wandering as the events of the past few days weigh heavily on your mind. As the yoga class begins, you follow the instructor's calm, guiding voice, moving from pose to pose. Each stretch loosens your body, but your mind, instead of relaxing, becomes more restless. Every breath, every bend, every moment of stillness only brings you back to him—to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. His voice, his control, the way he spoke to you and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> with such calm authority. The thought of what’s coming on Friday is irresistible, and it creeps into every corner of your mind. You're in a deep stretch when a girl near you moves into a split position in front of the mirror. Her legs extend effortlessly, her body perfectly aligned as she rests with ease. She’s wearing tight leggings that cling to her curves, her reflection showing the full stretch of her body. The sight pulls you in, your eyes lingering as the image sends a wave of heat through you. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/YogaClass8.jpg" height=600></div> Without warning, your mind shifts back to <jessica>Jessica</jessica>—your <jessica>Jessica</jessica>—and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. You imagine her, her body as flexible and enticing as the girl in front of you, doing splits like this on <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. The thought is vivid and uncontrollable. You can see it—<jessica>Jessica's</jessica> body pressed up against his, her hips rolling as she sinks down onto him, moaning his name, bending and flexing in ways she never did with you. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DayDreamAndre2.jpg" height=500></div> <<Arousalincrease 30>><<Arousal>> Your breath quickens, your focus shattered by the fantasy. It’s so real, so overpowering. You can almost hear the sounds of their pleasure, see the way she moves for him, how <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> takes her completely, his dominance overwhelming everything. The idea of her being so flexible, so sensual, bending for him like she would never do for you—it drives you wild. You shake your head, trying to return your attention to the yoga class, but it's no use. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> has invaded every part of your mind, every thought now centered around him and <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. It's not just lust; it's the total surrender that comes with knowing you're going to be the cuck, the one on the sidelines, watching them become everything you can’t be for her. The girl in the mirror rises from her split, moving gracefully into another pose, but the image of <jessica>Jessica</jessica> stays with you, etched into your thoughts. Even as the class continues, the fantasy lingers, wrapping around you like a warm, tight grip. There's no escaping it. You know now that <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> will own not just Jessica, but you too—completely. Your body follows the motions of the class, but your mind is lost, captured by the overwhelming desire for what’s coming. <<link[[Go home.|My Room]]>><<set $sidemenu to 0>><<set $gymquest to 16>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> You and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> step through the grand gates of the villa, the morning sun casting a warm glow over the lush gardens surrounding the entrance. The weight of anticipation presses on your chest as you walk side by side with <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, her excitement evident in the quick pace of her steps. She squeezes your hand, her face glowing with a mixture of nervousness and exhilaration. <<JessicaTalk "This is it.">> She whispers, glancing at you, her voice trembling slightly with excitement. You nod, your pulse racing as the villa looms larger in front of you. You both reach the door, and <kira>Kira</kira> opens it, ushering you inside. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Kira2.jpg" height=500></div> <<KiraTalk "Hello there. Mr. Brown and Ms. White are waiting for you in the living room.">> You feel a sense of awe mixed with the thrill of the unknown as you walk toward the living room. As you enter, <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> are already seated on an elegant sofa. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, draped in a sleek, tailored dress that hugs her voluptuous figure, looks relaxed yet commanding, while <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, casual yet authoritative, gives you both a nod of welcome. There's a warm, knowing smile on his face, as if he’s been expecting this moment for a long time. <<AndreTalk "Good morning. I’m glad to see both of you here. Please, have a seat. Kira, you can have the day off. Thank you.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> beams, clearly thrilled to be in their presence, and you can feel her excitement practically vibrating off her. You both sit down on the plush chairs across from them, and the atmosphere feels charged with anticipation. You exchange a glance with <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, who bites her lip, barely able to contain herself. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> leans forward slightly, her gaze focused on both of you. <<AndreTalk "We’re happy you made it here today. We know this is a big step for you both. As we discussed, today will be about setting the boundaries and expectations for this new dynamic. Before we go further, I need to ask—are you both sure about this? This is a serious commitment.">> <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> watches the two of you carefully, his eyes calculating but warm. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> nods eagerly, her eyes wide with enthusiasm. <<JessicaTalk "Yes, Sir! We’re ready for this.">> You feel a knot in your stomach—part excitement, part nerves—but you nod in agreement. <<MCTalk"Yes, Sir. We are committed to this.">> Your voice is a bit quieter, but the weight of your decision is clear. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> exchange a brief glance, satisfied with your responses. <<AndreTalk "Good, then we can proceed. But first, we’ll go over the agreement to make sure everyone is on the same page. This isn’t just about desire—it’s about understanding the new dynamic, and how your relationship with each other, and with us, will change.">> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> smiles knowingly, pulling out a sleek folder from the table in front of her. She hands it to you and <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. <<AlexandraTalk "This agreement outlines everything. We’ll walk through it together, and once you’ve signed, things will begin.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> reaches for the folder eagerly, and you watch as she opens it, her eyes scanning the pages with excitement. You can see the thrill in her face as she flips through the document. Your heart races as the reality of the moment sinks in—this is happening. You reach for the folder after <jessica>Jessica</jessica> signs her name, your hand trembling slightly as you open the contract. [[Start reading the contract.|AndreMeet7][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> Your eyes land on the first part of the contract: <div style="text-align:center"><b>Relationship Agreement Contract</b> <i>This Agreement is entered into by the undersigned parties for the purpose of establishing terms of a consensual relationship dynamic between Jessica Bennett, $name ‘$femname’ Anderson, Andre Brown, and Alexandra White.</i> <b>1. Address and Titles</b> <i>• In all private interactions, Mr. Brown shall be referred to as "Daddy" by Jessica Bennett and $name ‘$femname’ Anderson. In public, he shall be addressed as "Sir." • Alexandra shall be referred to as "Mistress" in all private interactions by Jessica Bennett and $name ‘$femname’ Anderson. In public, she shall be addressed as "Ma'am."</i></div> You pause, the words "Daddy" and "Mistress" echoing in your mind. <mc><i>Daddy...</i></mc> You knew it would come to your submission to them, but seeing it in black and white feels surreal. The idea of calling him Daddy, of acknowledging <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> authority as "Mistress," makes your stomach flip. You glance up at <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, who is waiting, her face flushed with excitement, completely at ease with the power dynamics being outlined. She looks thrilled. You, on the other hand, feel a cocktail of emotions—arousal, yes, but also trepidation. You’ve seen the kind of control they have, and now it’s becoming real. You’re submitting fully to them, and the realization causes a small knot of fear to rise in your chest. [[Continue reading.|AndreMeet7][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> <div style="text-align:center"><b>2. Sexual Contact and Restrictions</b> <i>• Jessica Bennett and $name ‘$femname’ Anderson agree not to engage in any sexual contact with one another or any other individual without the prior explicit permission of either Daddy or Mistress. • The authority to grant or deny permission for sexual contact between the parties lies exclusively with Daddy and Mistress.</i></div> Your breath catches. No sexual contact… without their permission. The weight of those words hits you, harder than expected. You and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> won’t be able to touch each other, to kiss or even so much as hold hands intimately, without <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>—Daddy—or Mistress giving explicit approval. They control everything. It’s thrilling, yet suffocating. Part of you is exhilarated by this surrender of power, but another part of you feels the tug of your fading independence. <mc><i>I think I should have expected this. Becoming a cuck and all that...</i></mc> [[Continue reading.|AndreMeet7][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> <div style="text-align:center"><b>3. Control Over Sexual Pleasure</b> <i>• $name ‘$femname’ Anderson consents to the control of their sexual pleasure by Mistress Alexandra. Mistress reserves the right to determine when, how, and if $name ‘$femname’ Anderson is permitted to experience any form of sexual release or satisfaction. • Any form of sexual gratification or activity for $name ‘$femname’ Anderson must be approved and directed by Mistress or Daddy. $name ‘$femname’ Anderson acknowledges that their sexual pleasure is subordinate to the desires of Daddy and Mistress.</i></div> Your mouth goes dry as you read this section. Control over sexual pleasure. Mistress <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> will be the one to decide if you are ever allowed to orgasm or even experience pleasure. The words "subordinate to the desires of Daddy and Mistress" make your heart race. They’ll decide everything—when, how, and if you’re ever pleasured again. Your body reacts, a shiver running through you as you imagine <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, with that teasing smile of hers, having the power to deny or grant any form of release. <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, seemingly sensing your internal struggle, squeezes your hand. You look over, and her face is glowing with excitement. She’s completely on board. And the truth is, despite the fear and uncertainty, you want this—you want to submit, to be part of something bigger than yourself. Your eyes move to the next section, and you feel <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> hand still holding yours, grounding you as you read. [[Continue reading.|AndreMeet7][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> <div style="text-align:center"><b>4. Consensual Relations</b> <i>• Jessica Bennett agrees to engage in consensual sexual relations with both Daddy and Mistress as per the terms of this Agreement. • $name ‘$femname’ Anderson agrees to engage in consensual sexual relations with both Daddy and Mistress as per the terms of this Agreement.</i></div> You swallow hard, your mind spinning as you process the words. Consensual sexual relations with both Daddy and Mistress. The reality of this agreement is becoming clearer. You’ll be intimate with them both, just as <jessica>Jessica</jessica> will. The idea is daunting, thrilling, and terrifying all at once. Your stomach flips again, but you can’t deny the rising excitement. There’s a strange allure to surrendering like this, to fully immerse yourself in their world. The thought of getting fucked by <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> enters your mind, making you hornier. <mc><i>Oh my god, do I want this or is it just an intrusive thought?</i></mc> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DayDreamAndre3.jpg" height=500></div> <<Arousalincrease 50>><<Arousal>> Your tiny little dick gets hard as you look at <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. He smiles at you with <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> in his arms. You glance at <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, and she’s still glowing—like this is the moment she’s been waiting for. The excitement radiating from her is infectious, and you begin to feel your own reservations starting to slip away. Maybe this is right. [[Continue reading.|AndreMeet7][$p=6]] <<elseif $p eq 6>> <div style="text-align:center"><b>5. Birth Control and Contraception</b> <i>• Jessica Bennett is solely responsible for ensuring the use of birth control measures during sexual intercourse with Daddy. No condoms shall be required or used in sexual relations between Daddy and Jessica Bennett.</i></div> Your chest tightens as you read the clause about <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. No condoms. You can picture it—<jessica>Jessica</jessica> with him, no barriers between them, and the rawness of it sends a wave of arousal through you. But it’s also a stark reminder of the deep submission you’re agreeing to. <mc><i>I'm a part of this dynamic now, and this is what I wanted, isn’t it? </i></mc> The control, the powerlessness… it excites you, even as it scares you a bit. [[Continue reading.|AndreMeet7][$p=7]] <<elseif $p eq 7>> <div style="text-align:center"><b>6. Cuckolding Acknowledgment</b> <i>• $name ‘$femname’ Anderson formally acknowledges their role as a sissy cuckold within the dynamic of this relationship. $name ‘$femname’ Anderson agrees to observe, without objection or interference, any and all sexual activities between Jessica Bennett and Daddy. • At the discretion of Daddy and Mistress, $name ‘$femname’ Anderson may be required to verbally or in writing acknowledge their status as a cuckold, reaffirming their submission to the authority of Daddy and Mistress.</i></div> The words hit you like a freight train: sissy cuckold. Your face flushes with heat, and you can feel the blood rushing to your cheeks. It’s official now—your role is no longer just an idea or a fantasy. It’s real. You’ll be watching them, you’ll be submitting fully to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, and there will be no going back. You feel a strange sense of peace wash over you. This is it. This is what you’ve been building toward. The word “cuckold” doesn’t sting —it feels… fitting. There’s a certain relief in finally acknowledging it, in giving up control completely. You’ll be there to witness, to serve, and to submit. You look up at <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, who is beaming, clearly pleased with the turn of events. She sees you, really sees you, and squeezes your hand again, almost in approval. You can feel the last of your reluctance melting away. You’re hers, and you’re theirs, and soon, everything will be set in stone. Your fingers tighten around the folder as you turn to the next section, feeling the weight of each word. [[Continue reading.|AndreMeet7][$p=8]] <<elseif $p eq 8>> <div style="text-align:center"><b>7. Dress Code and Presentation</b> <i>• Both Jessica Bennett and $name ‘$femname’ Anderson agree to adhere to any dress code or appearance standards set forth by Daddy and Mistress. This includes but is not limited to specific attire, lingerie, or any designated form of presentation during events or interactions, as instructed by Daddy or Mistress. • $name ‘$femname’ Anderson will ensure their appearance and attire reflect their submissive role as required by Mistress and Daddy, particularly during private events or gatherings.</i></div> The words seem to leap off the page—adhere to any dress code or appearance standards set forth by Daddy and Mistress. Your mind flashes back to all the times <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> has teased you about your appearance, hinting at the control she desires. Now, it’s becoming official. Every outfit, every detail of how you present yourself will be dictated by them. Your heart skips at the thought of standing before them, dressed exactly how they’ve commanded. Would it be lingerie? Something more revealing at work? You can feel the intensity rising in your chest as you imagine yourself in their carefully chosen outfits, fully embodying the role they expect. You glance up at <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, seeing his calm, assured demeanor. His gaze meets yours, and there’s that same knowing smile, sending a shiver of excitement down your spine. [[Continue reading.|AndreMeet7][$p=9]] <<elseif $p eq 9>> <div style="text-align:center"><b>8. Behavioral Expectations and Discipline</b> <i>• Jessica Bennett and $name ‘$femname’ Anderson acknowledge that their conduct will be subject to the expectations set forth by Daddy and Mistress. Failure to comply with the rules or behavioral standards outlined in this Agreement will result in disciplinary action. • Disciplinary measures may include, but are not limited to, restriction of privileges, denial of sexual contact, or any other form of punishment deemed appropriate by Daddy or Mistress.</i></div> Your breath catches as you read about discipline. The consequences for failing to meet their standards are laid out plainly—restriction of privileges, denial of sexual contact, and other punishments, all in the hands of Daddy and Mistress. You can’t help but wonder what those punishments might entail, the very idea both unnerving and thrilling. There’s something deeply intoxicating about surrendering so completely, knowing they hold that level of power over you. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date63.jpg" height=500></div> You glance at <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, who is still radiating excitement. She’s ready for this, and a part of you is starting to feel that way too. The anticipation of what might come next is pulling you in, overcoming your earlier hesitation. [[Continue reading.|AndreMeet7][$p=10]] <<elseif $p eq 10>> <div style="text-align:center"><b>9. Public vs. Private Conduct</b> <i> • In public settings, all parties agree to maintain discretion regarding the nature of their relationship. Jessica Bennett and $name ‘$femname’ Anderson will refer to Mr. Brown as "Sir" and Alexandra as "Ma'am" in public, refraining from any acknowledgment of the dynamic unless explicitly allowed by Daddy or Mistress. • In private settings or among those aware of the terms of this Agreement, Jessica Bennett and $name ‘$femname’ Anderson will openly recognize and act in accordance with their submissive roles, acknowledging the authority of Daddy and Mistress at all times.</i></div> You continue reading, noting how the dynamic will remain hidden in public. Sir and Ma'am—those will be the only acknowledgments allowed outside of private spaces. But in private, the power dynamic will be fully visible. You’ll be expected to act in full submission, whether it’s just the four of you or among others who understand. The notion of keeping this hidden, of maintaining a dual life, adds a layer of secrecy that both excites and terrifies you. The thrill of having something so intense, so secret, between the four of you is undeniable. <mc><i>I'm already calling him Sir and Alexandra, Ma'am. So in public not much changes.</i></mc> [[Continue reading.|AndreMeet7][$p=11]] <<elseif $p eq 11>> <div style="text-align:center"><b>10. Duration and Binding Nature</b> <i>• This Agreement shall become effective upon the signature of all parties involved. • This Agreement is binding and will remain in effect unless a party applies to amend or terminate it.</i></div> Finally, you reach the end of the contract. This Agreement shall become effective upon the signature of all parties involved. There’s no turning back after this—it’s binding, set in stone. The permanence of it hangs heavy in the air, but there’s something about that finality that makes you feel oddly secure. This isn’t a game anymore. It’s real, and you’re committing to it. You take a deep breath, and for the first time since you started reading, you feel ready. Your hand shakes slightly as you pick up the pen. You glance one last time at <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, her eyes brimming with excitement and encouragement, then over at <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, both watching you with those knowing smiles. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Signature.jpg" height=500></div> This is it. With a steadying breath, you lean forward and sign your name. As the ink dries on the paper, you feel the last remnants of reluctance fading away, replaced with a heady mixture of anticipation and exhilaration. You're ready. As soon as the contract is signed, <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> share a satisfied look. <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> smile is wide, her eyes gleaming with pride, while <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> steps forward and places his hands on your shoulders, giving them a firm, approving squeeze. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> beams beside you, positively glowing from the acknowledgment of this monumental step you both just took. [[The Relationship Agreement is Signed!|AndreMeet7][$p=12]] <<elseif $p eq 12>> <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> is the first to speak, his deep voice resonating with warmth and authority. <<AndreTalk "Well done! Both of you.">> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> nods in agreement, her hand resting lightly on your back, making you feel the weight of her approval. There’s a sense of accomplishment in the air, a silent acknowledgment that you’ve officially entered their world. But just as you feel the warmth of their praise, <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> steps back and shows another folder, passing it over to you and <jessica>Jessica</jessica>.. <<AndreTalk "Now, this is just as important. The Non-Disclosure Agreement. Take a moment to understand it.">> You glance at the folder, the weight of it settling in your lap. Your heart skips as you open it and begin reading the contents. The first words feel heavy, serious—this is no mere formality. [[Briefly Read the NDA.|AndreMeet7][$p=13]] <<elseif $p eq 13>> <b>1. Purpose</b> The NDA’s purpose is clear from the start. The agreement is designed to protect the confidentiality of the personal and intimate relationship dynamics you're entering into. The secrecy of everything—the roles, the experiences, the arrangements you’ve agreed to—must be maintained. The thought of such discretion gives you a strange thrill. You’ve entered into something private, something exclusive. There’s power in that secrecy, even though the gravity of it makes your stomach tighten. <b>2. Definition of Confidential Information</b> This section outlines the kinds of details you can’t share: interactions, sexual dynamics, conversations, recordings, and of course, everything from the Cuckold Agreement. <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> fingers lightly brush against yours as she reads alongside you, as if silently reminding you that you’re both in this together. <b>3. Obligations of Confidentiality</b> This part outlines that you, as the Receiving Party, are bound to absolute secrecy. No disclosure to anyone—no friends, no strangers, no one—without written consent from Daddy or Mistress. The stakes are high, and there’s no room for error. The weight of the responsibility presses down on you. You glance at <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, who is already nodding, clearly unfazed by the terms. She looks up at you, smiling softly, encouraging you to continue. Her confidence helps you steady your nerves. <b>4. Breach of Agreement and Penalty</b> Your eyes widen as you reach the penalty clause. Five million dollars. The number feels unreal, almost suffocating. You could never afford that in a lifetime. A pit forms in your stomach at the sheer magnitude of it. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> squeezes your hand tighter as she notices your hesitation. Her look is reassuring, but the reality of the financial stakes weighs heavily. <<JessicaTalk "Don’t worry baby. We’re not going to break it. Just focus on us.">> Her words help to ground you, and though the sum is overwhelming, you trust her. She’s right—you’ve come this far. There’s no turning back now. <b>5. Duration of Confidentiality</b> Indefinite. This isn’t just for now. It’s forever. The commitment you’ve made will follow you indefinitely, even if things change or end. It’s sobering to think that this moment, this decision, will remain a part of your life for years to come. The room feels quieter now, the gravity of the agreement settling over you. But somehow, the seriousness of it feels...right. You’re in deep, but you’re ready. Taking a deep breath, you glance over at <jessica>Jessica</jessica> one last time, finding comfort in her smile. She signs first, her hand steady, as if she’s known this was the path all along. Then it’s your turn. [[Sign the NDA.|AndreMeet7][$p=14]] <<elseif $p eq 14>> With only a brief hesitation, you pick up the pen and sign your name next to hers. The ink dries, solidifying your commitment to secrecy, to this dynamic, to Daddy and Mistress. When you finish, <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> smiles, that same knowing, powerful smile you’ve come to associate with him. <<AndreTalk "Good, now everything’s official.">> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> leans in closer, her voice soft but authoritative. <<AlexandraTalk "Welcome to your new reality $femname, Jessica.">> <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> exchange satisfied glances, clearly pleased with how smoothly everything has gone. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> steps forward, his arm resting casually on your shoulder as he speaks, his tone light and inviting. <<AndreTalk "Now that everything’s official, why don’t we relax by the pool? The heat’s been pretty intense today—seems like it’s hotter than usual for this time of year.">> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> smiles knowingly, as if she’s been waiting for this moment. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Alexandra.jpg" height=500></div> <<AlexandraTalk "Yes, let’s enjoy the morning by the pool. I am getting rather bored with Andre's legal stuff. Go get your swimsuits on, and we’ll meet back here in a few.">> You nod, the weight of everything that just transpired still sinking in, but the idea of cooling off by the pool with them feels like a welcome change of pace. [[Prepare for the pool!|AndreMeet7][$p=15]] <<elseif $p eq 15>> <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, always quick to adapt, squeezes your hand before heading off to a separate room to change. You follow suit, retreating to your designated space to find your swimsuit in your backpack. As you slip into your swimsuit, your mind races with thoughts of the contracts and everything that lies ahead. But at the same time, there's a subtle excitement brewing within you—a sense of freedom, of embracing something new and exhilarating. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Jessica Swimwear13.jpg" height=500></div> Once you're dressed, you meet back in the living room. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> is already there, and your breath catches when you see her. She’s wearing the blue bikini you bought together—a delicate, flattering piece with a thong back that leaves little to the imagination. The way it hugs her curves is striking, and she flashes you a radiant smile, clearly feeling confident in her choice. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> is already standing near the poolside doors, his gaze taking in the two of you with that familiar mix of authority and approval. <<AndreTalk "You both look ready. Before we head out, how about we make sure you don’t burn out there? The sun’s a bit stronger than usual today.">> He suggests, his voice smooth and reassuring. Then, with a relaxed smile, he holds up a bottle of sun lotion. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> is the first to step forward, always comfortable in her skin and eager to embrace the moment. She walks over to the bed that’s positioned in the living room and, with a casual grace, unties her bikini top, letting it fall away without fully revealing herself. She lies down on her stomach, her bare back exposed but modestly covering her front as she gets comfortable, ready for <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> careful touch. [[Watch as Mr. Brown puts sun lotion on Jessica's back.|AndreMeet7][$p=16]] <<elseif $p eq 16>> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AndreV/JessicaAndreSunscreen.mp4"/></div> <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> hands move confidently as he begins rubbing sun lotion on <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> bare back. His fingers glide over her skin with precision, applying just the right amount of pressure, making her sigh softly in contentment. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AndreV/JessicaAndreSunscreen4.mp4"/></div> As his hands work their way down, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> subtly shifts her hips, lifting her butt slightly, offering him a better angle and drawing attention to the perfect curve of her body. It's a small movement but deliberate, highlighting her form in the thong bikini she’s wearing. <<link[[Continue watching, mesmerized.|AndreMeet7]]>><<set $p to 17>><<set $andremeet7firstchoice to 1>><</link>> <<link[[Step closer to the scene.|AndreMeet7]]>><<set $p to 17>><<set $andremeet7firstchoice to 2>><</link>> <<link[[Try to Look Away.|AndreMeet7]]>><<set $p to 17>><<set $andremeet7firstchoice to 3>><</link>> <<link[[You imagine Alexandra's teasing words.|AndreMeet7]]>><<set $p to 17>><<set $andremeet7firstchoice to 4>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 17>> <<if $andremeet7firstchoice eq 1>> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AndreV/JessicaAndreSunscreen2.mp4"/></div> <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> hands pause for a moment, then move lower, trailing down her sides and hips. With practiced ease, he starts massaging lotion onto her exposed legs and butt. His palms knead into the smooth skin, the fabric of her thong framing each touch. He rubs her thighs and calves, his fingers gliding effortlessly, before his attention fully focuses on her thong-clad butt. His hands press firmly into her soft flesh, spreading the lotion as he massages, slow and controlled. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AndreV/JessicaAndreSunscreen3.mp4"/></div> You stand nearby, trying to stay composed, but your eyes are glued to the scene in front of you. The intimacy of the moment between them, the way <jessica>Jessica</jessica> arches slightly, pushing back into <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> hands, sends your mind spiraling. Your thoughts drift, and before you know it, an image begins to take shape—<jessica>Jessica</jessica> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> together, like this, but more. The mental picture of <jessica>Jessica</jessica> leans against the table, <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> behind her in a position of control, takes over your mind, vivid and inescapable. You can almost feel the heat of the moment, the connection between them. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AndreV/JessicaAndreSunscreen5.mp4"/></div> Your breath quickens as you try to shake the thought, but it’s too late. The combination of the scene in front of you and your own imagination overwhelms your senses. You feel your body tense up, the moment hitting you harder than expected. Before you even realize it, the surge of heat inside you peaks, and you climax in your swim shorts. It happens so quickly, leaving you standing there, stunned and flushed with embarrassment. <<elseif $andremeet7firstchoice eq 2>> You take a hesitant step closer, your heart pounding in your chest. The heat of the moment feels almost tangible as <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> hands glide over <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> bare skin. Her slight movements, the way she arches her back just so, draw you in further, as if you’re caught in an invisible pull. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AndreV/JessicaAndreSunscreen3.mp4"/></div> The scent of the lotion mingles with the summer air, amplifying the charged atmosphere. Each kneading motion, each subtle shift of <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> body, feels magnified by your proximity. Your mind races, each step bringing you closer to the edge, until the tension inside you becomes unbearable. The wave of heat crashes over you, and before you can stop yourself, your swim shorts are damp, betraying your arousal. Stunned and flushed with embarrassment, you step back, hoping no one noticed. <<elseif $andremeet7firstchoice eq 3>> You force yourself to turn your gaze elsewhere, fixing your eyes on the shimmering pool just beyond the glass doors. But every soft sound <jessica>Jessica</jessica> makes, every low murmur from <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, draws your attention back to them. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AndreV/JessicaAndreSunscreen3.mp4"/></div> No matter how hard you try to resist, your eyes wander back to the scene—his hands moving with practiced ease, her body shifting slightly in response. The intimacy of the moment, the way she seems to melt under his touch, fills your mind with forbidden thoughts. Your body betrays you, the tension inside building until it finally spills over. You feel the surge of heat, leaving its unmistakable mark on your swim shorts. Flushed and shaken, you realize you’ve been caught in your own battle, and you’ve lost. <<elseif $andremeet7firstchoice eq 4>> As you watch, your mind drifts to <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. You can almost hear her voice—sharp, teasing, and utterly commanding. <alexandra>Are you enjoying the view, little one? Watching Daddy take care of your Jessica like a real man?</alexandra> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AndreV/JessicaAndreSunscreen3.mp4"/></div> The thought of her catching you like this, of her sly smile as she points out your arousal, only fuels the heat building inside you. <alexandra>Such a good little sissy, getting all worked up just from watching. </alexandra> Her imagined words push you past the point of no return. Your body responds before you can stop it, the overwhelming heat coursing through you until you climax, your swim shorts sticky with your release. You stand there, trembling, wishing the ground would swallow you whole. <</if>> [[You are standing in the livingroom with cum stained swimshorts.|AndreMeet7][$p=18]] <<elseif $p eq 18>><<set $arousal to 0>> You glance around, hoping no one notices, but then you catch <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> gaze. Her eyes are on you, sharp and observant. She sees everything—the way your posture shifted, the slight tension in your face. Without saying a word, she picks up a towel from a nearby chair, walking over to you with an almost knowing smirk. She hands you the towel, her voice quiet but firm. <<AlexandraTalk "Here, cover yourself.">> Her tone is calm and discreet. You quickly take the towel, your face burning as you wrap it around your waist, trying to cover the evidence. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/MCTowel.jpg" height=500></div> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> gives you a small nod, her expression both understanding and commanding, then she motions for you to follow her. <<AlexandraTalk "Come with me.">> [[Follow Alexandra.|AndreMeet7][$p=19]] <<elseif $p eq 19>> You follow <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> up the stairs, towel wrapped tightly around your waist, trying to steady your breath. The villa is quiet, the air-conditioned coolness in stark contrast to the heat of your body. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> walks confidently ahead, her heels clicking softly against the modern tile floor until you reach one of the upstairs bedrooms. She pushes open the door, revealing a sleek, stylish room with floor-to-ceiling windows and minimalist décor.As the door closes behind you, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> turns and looks at you with a teasing smirk. <<AlexandraTalk "Well, that was quick. Couldn’t even last through a massage, could you?">> You stand there, cheeks burning, as she hands you a pack of wipes. Her teasing, playful tone only makes your embarrassment grow, and you reluctantly accept the wipes. <<AlexandraTalk "Go ahead, darling. Clean yourself up.">> You take a breath and remove the towel, then slip off your swim shorts, noticing the obvious wet spot that had given everything away. As you wipe yourself clean, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> continues, her voice light but filled with mock amusement. <<AlexandraTalk "They weren't even having sex. They were just touching, and you couldn’t handle it. And you didn’t even touch yourself. That’s impressive, you will make the perfect sissy.">> You flush deeper at her words, struggling to meet her gaze. She tosses you a pair of swim shorts, and you catch them in your hands, surprised by the size. <<AlexandraTalk "Here, Andre’s swim shorts. He won’t mind. Try them on.">> You slide them up your legs, but they’re way too big for your slender frame. The waistband sits loose, the fabric hanging awkwardly on your hips. You fidget, pulling them up, but there’s no way to make them fit properly. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> watches with amusement. <<AlexandraTalk "Looks like your Daddy’s a bit... bigger than you in more ways than one.">> [[Just as you begin to remove the oversized shorts, the door swings open, and Mr. Brown steps into the room.|AndreMeet7][$p=20]] <<elseif $p eq 20>> Your heart skips a beat, your hands freezing mid-movement as you stand there, exposed, in the too-large shorts that are half off your hips. His eyes land on you immediately, taking in the sight of your small, limp penis peeking out from the sagging waistband. The room goes still for a moment, and all you can feel is the heat of shame rushing to your face. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Mirror/MC Penis3.jpg" width=500></div> <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> expression is unreadable, but <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> grin only widens as she leans casually against the wall. <<AlexandraTalk "Oh, you missed quite a show. Our little one here got so worked up just watching you rub lotion on Jessica that he... well, let’s just say she had a bit of an accident in his swim shorts.">> Your mortification is complete as <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> gaze flicks from <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> back to you, his lips curling slightly in amusement. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> chuckles softly, her eyes sparkling with delight as she revels in your discomfort. <<AlexandraTalk "Didn’t even need to touch himself. Isn’t that something?">> You stand frozen, unable to speak, your body tense with humiliation as <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> lets out a low, knowing chuckle. The air between the three of you crackles with the weight of your embarrassment, and you’re left wishing you could disappear into the floor. <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> chuckle fades, and as you stand there, still frozen in place, he steps closer, his expression softening. There’s no malice in his gaze, no harsh teasing. Instead, he looks you over with a mix of understanding and something almost like sympathy. <<AndreTalk "I see why Jessica is so eager to sleep with me. But hey, it’s not your fault, $femname.">> He says, his voice calm and steady, though there’s a hint of something unspoken in the way he looks down at you. His words hit you softly, more like a gentle reminder than a taunt. He continues, giving a slight nod toward your limp, exposed penis. <<AndreTalk "Your little… premature problem will be taken care of soon enough. We’ll work on it together. This just proves how right our new agreement is for you.">> His words, though direct, feel like a strange comfort. He’s not laughing at you. Instead, there’s an air of support in his tone, like this is just part of a natural progression—something you were meant to go through. The knot of shame in your chest loosens ever so slightly. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> had teased you relentlessly, but <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> calm and reassuring demeanor feels different, as though he genuinely wants to help you accept this new dynamic. <<AlexandraTalk "Don't worry Andre, I will help $femname solve her prematurity.">> You nod slightly, still too embarrassed to speak, but somehow, their steady presence starts to ease your anxiety. And the promise of <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> help soothes you further. This is what the agreement was for, after all. Maybe this is exactly where you belong. Then, without missing a beat, <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> leans toward <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, whispering something in her ear. She smirks, nodding with a knowing glance at you, then straightens herself up and heads toward the door. As she reaches the threshold, she turns back briefly, giving you one last playful look, before stepping out and closing the door softly behind her. [[You are once again left alone in the room with Mr. Brown.|AndreMeet7][$p=21]] <<elseif $p eq 21>> Now, you’re standing there, completely naked, alone with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. The room suddenly feels even larger, the space between the two of you filled with a quiet tension. You feel even smaller now, more exposed, your vulnerability heightened by his imposing figure standing only a few feet away. You can’t help but lower your gaze, feeling a deeper sense of submission taking over. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/MrBrown3.jpg" height=500></div> <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> doesn’t move right away, but you can feel his eyes on you, and in that moment, all the thoughts of inadequacy, of your place in this dynamic, rush back in. But instead of fear, there’s something else—a quiet acceptance of your role, of your submission. You feel utterly small and submissive, but it’s not terrifying anymore. It feels... right. Moments later, the door creaks open again, and <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> steps back inside, holding a pair of bikini panties in her hand—a delicate, light blue pair, clearly one of her own. She approaches you with a smile, handing them over. <<AlexandraTalk "Here you go darling. These should fit you better.">> You look at the bikini panties, confused and hesitant. <<MCTalk "But... these are yours.">> Yyou mumble, feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and intrigue at the idea of wearing her bikini bottom. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> just chuckles, brushing off your concern. <<AlexandraTalk "You’ve already gotten used to panties, haven’t you, $femname? It’s no big deal. Besides, we can’t have you walking around in cum-stained shorts, can we? Just put them on and come join us when you’re ready.">> Her words are light, teasing, but there’s an unmistakable air of authority in them. Without waiting for your response, she strides out, leaving you alone again with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/MCBikini3.jpg" height=500></div> Your eyes fall on the soft blue fabric in your hands, your mind swirling with conflicting thoughts. But deep down, there’s no denying the familiar tug of excitement that always accompanies moments like this—feminine, submissive moments. You inhale, your heart racing as you slip the bikini panties on. They’re snug, hugging your hips perfectly, and when you glance down, you see how the thin fabric accentuates the curve of your butt. Just as you adjust them, <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> speaks up, his voice calm but appreciative. His gaze lingers at your butt, a satisfied glint in his eyes. <<AndreTalk "You look good, $femname. Really good. Most girls would be jealous of an ass like that... and a lot of men would want <i>it</i>, too.">> His words send a ripple of heat through you. It’s not the first time you've heard a compliment like this, but coming from him, it feels different—more powerful. Your heart pounds, and the boost of confidence it gives you is undeniable. You can’t help but feel proud, empowered even, in this feminine role. Before you even realize what you’re doing, you close the space between you and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, wrapping your arms around him in a spontaneous hug. <<MCTalk "Thank you, Sir.">> You whisper, the words slipping out naturally, filled with gratitude and submissive devotion. <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> hands rest on your back, his touch firm yet gentle. But then he tilts his head slightly, his tone shifting just a bit. <<AndreTalk "Remember, not Sir. Call me Daddy in private.">> Your breath catches, and there’s no hesitation in your response. <<MCTalk "Yes... Daddy.">> He nods approvingly, and after a moment, you pull back from the hug, still feeling the warmth of his presence. Your heart is still racing, but it’s different now—calmer, more assured. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> gives you one last look, his eyes lingering with a sense of pride, before gesturing toward the door. [[Go to the pool with Mr. Brown.|AndreMeet7][$p=22]] <<elseif $p eq 22>> With one final glance in the mirror, you follow him out of the bedroom, your steps lighter, a strange but undeniable sense of acceptance settling over you. This is your role now, and somehow, it feels more right than ever. As you and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> make your way downstairs, a wave of anxiety washes over you. The thought of sitting in <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> bikini panties in front of them all—feeling vulnerable and exposed—makes your heart race for all the wrong reasons. Even though moments ago, you felt confident, now the shame creeps in like a ghost of the past, making you second-guess everything. Sensing your hesitation, <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> gives your hand a gentle but reassuring squeeze. His touch is steady, calming, and you look up at him. His gaze is soft, yet filled with that same quiet authority that always puts you at ease. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/AndreHand.jpg" height=500></div> <<AndreTalk "It’s okay, $femname. No need to be embarrassed. You look beautiful, and they’re going to love how you look. Trust me.">> His words strike a chord within you. There’s no judgment in his tone, only encouragement, and you find yourself taking a deep breath, letting go of some of that tension. You give him a small nod, appreciating his support as the two of you continue toward the pool area, hand in hand. When you arrive outside, the bright sunlight hits your skin, and there by the pool, you see both <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> already lounging, looking effortlessly glamorous. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> is still in her blue bikini thong, her body glistening from the sun lotion <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> applied earlier. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, reclining confidently beside her, catches your eye first, then <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> gaze follows. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/MCBikini.jpg" height=500></div> You feel a flutter in your chest, nerves mingling with excitement, but before you can say anything, <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> eyes light up. <<JessicaTalk "Oh my god, babe you look so cute!">> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> smirks approvingly, her eyes running over you with an almost proud gleam. <<AlexandraTalk "I told you those would fit. Turn around, let’s get a proper look at you.">> The request sends a twinge of nervousness through you, but <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> steady presence beside you keeps you grounded. Taking a deep breath, you decide to embrace the moment. You flash them a playful grin and turn around slowly, showing off your new bikini panties like a girl having fun. The fabric rides up a little, revealing more than half of your ass. It has grown significantly in the last two months and it eats up the bikini bottom. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> whistles softly. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/MCBikini2.jpg" height=500></div> <<JessicaTalk "Look at that booty! That's my girlfriend!">> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> gives an approving nod, her expression one of satisfaction. <<AlexandraTalk "You’ve really been taking care of yourself, haven’t you, $femname? Your body’s coming along beautifully.">> Their words make your heart swell, the warmth of their praise melting away any remaining traces of insecurity. Once again you feel like you belong in this moment—in this feminine role, embraced and admired by everyone around you. [[Mr. Brown touches your arm and speaks.|AndreMeet7][$p=23]] <<elseif $p eq 23>> Then, <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> steps forward with a relaxed smile. <<AndreTalk "Well, it’s only fair that you get the same treatment as Jessica. How about some sun lotion for you, $femname?">> Your eyes widen a little at his offer, but there’s a playful twinkle in his eye, and the heat of the day makes the idea sound more inviting. He gestures to one of the lounge chairs beside the pool. <<AndreTalk "Come on, lie down.">> You find yourself nodding, and with a small smile, you move to the lounge chair, laying down on your back. The fabric of the chair feels cool against your skin, a nice contrast to the warm sun overhead. As you settle into place, <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> moves closer, the sun lotion in hand, his presence commanding and comforting all at once. As you settle into the lounge chair, the soft fabric cooling your back while the sun warms your skin, you feel the slight weight of anticipation. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> stands beside you, the bottle of sun lotion in hand, and with a calm, steady presence, he begins applying it to your legs. His hands move with practiced ease, rubbing the cool lotion into your skin, starting at your ankles and working slowly up your calves. His touch is firm yet careful, a blend of care and control that has your body relaxing further into the chair. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/MCBikini4.jpg" height=500></div> As his hands reach your thighs, you feel the warmth of his fingers kneading the muscles, his touch both soothing and deliberate. Your breath hitches slightly, but you hold still, trusting him completely as he smooths the lotion higher, nearing your waist. He applies more lotion to your tummy, his hands sliding over your hips and waistline, the slow rhythm of his touch making you feel both exposed and cared for at the same time. <<AndreTalk "Turn over for me, $femname.">> [[Turn over for your Daddy.|AndreMeet7][$p=24]] <<elseif $p eq 24>> Obediently, you nod and turn onto your stomach, your face resting against the lounge chair’s soft material. You feel the warmth of the sun on your back as he moves to apply more lotion, this time to your shoulders and upper back. His fingers knead into your muscles, and you close your eyes, the sensation making your body go limp with relaxation. As he works his way down to your lower back and legs, the sensation of your panties riding up becomes noticeable. The bikini panties now resemble a thong, revealing more of your skin than before. Still, you remain still, letting him take charge as he smooths the lotion over your legs, his touch firm and attentive. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/MCBikini5.jpg" height=400></div> When he reaches your butt, he pauses for a moment, then resumes with more focus. His hands knead and massage your cheeks with the same deliberate care, the intimate touch sending a surge of arousal through you. The feeling grows more intense as his thumbs press into your skin, and without thinking, you feel pre-cum starting to leak as your body responds to the moment. Then, <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> hands glide to the small dimples at the base of your spine, right above your hips—your dimples of Venus. His thumbs press into them gently, massaging in slow circles, and the sensation is overwhelming. As his hands work those sensitive spots, a vivid image flashes through your mind, unbidden: <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, strong and dominant, positioned behind you, his hands gripping your hips. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DayDreamAndre3.jpg" height=500></div> The thought sends a rush of heat through your body, and your arousal spikes again. You feel more pre-cum leaking from you, your body betraying your inner thoughts and desires. As <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> finishes the massage, his hands gently retreat from your dimples, leaving you in a state of heightened arousal. The warmth of the sun on your back contrasts with the cool lotion still lingering on your skin. You don't dare move, knowing that the front of your bikini bottom is now stained with pre-cum. You stay still, face down on the lounge chair, hoping no one will notice your arousal. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, as calm and composed as ever, moves to sit on a nearby chair, his gaze turning to <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. <<AndreTalk "Come over here Jessica.">> [[Jessica obeys with a smile on her face.|AndreMeet7][$p=25]] <<elseif $p eq 25>> He says with a hint of authority in his voice, and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> immediately obeys, walking over to him in her blue thong bikini, her hips swaying as she moves. She straddles his lap, positioning herself comfortably with her legs on either side of him, her body leaning in closer. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Jessica Swimwear14.jpg" height=500></div> <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> wraps his arms around her waist, and they begin to kiss. At first, the kiss is slow, tender, their lips brushing against each other softly. <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> hands rest on his shoulders, and you can see the way she melts into him, her desire building as the kiss deepens. As their lips move together more passionately, <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> hands slide down to <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> butt, gripping the fabric of her thong, kneading her cheeks with the same confidence and control he showed during your massage. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> lets out a soft moan, her body responding instantly to his touch, pressing closer to him. She’s growing needier by the second, her hips subtly moving against him as her fingers curl into his shirt. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/JessicaDaddyKiss.jpg" height=500></div> You watch from your position, lying on your stomach, unable to look away. The sight of them kissing, of <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> strong hands on <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> thong-clad butt, only intensifies the arousal coursing through you. Your body reacts, heat pooling low in your stomach as you try to stay still, but your eyes are locked on them. <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> breath becomes quicker, her moans more frequent as their kiss becomes more urgent. She clings to him, clearly wanting more, her body practically begging for it. Her voice comes out in a soft, needy plea between kisses, her lips brushing against his as she speaks. <<JessicaTalk "Please, Daddy... I need you. I need you right now.">> But <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, ever in control, gently pulls away from the kiss, his hands still resting firmly on her hips. He looks into her eyes, calm and composed, even as she is trembling with desire. <<AndreTalk "Not yet, Jessica. You haven’t earned it today.">> <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> face falls slightly, disappointment washing over her as she bites her lip, clearly craving more. But <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> doesn’t budge, his decision made. Both you and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> are left denied, the tension thick in the air, both of you left wanting more than what was given. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> leans back in his chair, his commanding presence filling the poolside space as he gives you, the young couple his next instructions. His eyes move between <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and you, his tone calm yet firm, leaving no room for negotiation. <<AndreTalk "Jessica I want you to buy a large, black dildo and practice giving it the kind blowjob I expect from you.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, her body still tense from the earlier rejection, nods eagerly. <<JessicaTalk "I already have one, Daddy. I’ll do my best.">> She says, her voice breathy and full of anticipation. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, who had been quietly watching from the side, speaks up with her own words of encouragement, but there’s an edge of dominance in her tone. <<AlexandraTalk "Make sure you practice your deepthroat skills, Jessica. You need to give Andre the most pleasure possible. This is your first task. Don’t disappoint us.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> blushes, her expression serious as she nods, fully accepting her new role in the dynamic. It’s clear that this moment marks the beginning of her obedience to the older couple, her determination evident in the way she straightens her posture. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> glances between the two of you, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before he continues. <<AndreTalk "And remember, both of you! You are forbidden from having any sexual contact with each other. No touching, no teasing. Nothing under further notice.">> You and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> exchange a glance, the reminder sinking in, and both of you nod obediently. The rule has been clear from the start, but hearing it again underlines just how firmly they control this new arrangement. <<AndreTalk "And Jessica you’re not to use that dildo for your own pleasure for now. It’s only for practice. Understood?">> <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> eyes widen slightly, but she nods quickly. <<JessicaTalk "Yes, Daddy. I understand.">> With those final words, the boundaries are set. Both of you are left feeling the weight of your new roles, the anticipation building for what comes next under <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> careful guidance. As the last of <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> words hang in the air, you and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> absorb the weight of the new boundaries, feeling the undeniable shift in your relationship dynamics. There's a palpable tension between the two of you, a sense of discipline and anticipation that makes everything feel more intense. [[Your shift is approaching!|AndreMeet7][$p=26]] <<elseif $p eq 26>> Realizing the time, you know it’s time for you to head to work. You sit up carefully from the lounge chair, wrapping a towel around your waist to discreetly cover the pre-cum stain on the bikini bottom. You glance over at <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, feeling her eyes on you. <<AlexandraTalk "Keep the bikini bottom, darling. You’ll wear it from now on when you’re here.">> Her words leave no room for hesitation. You nod, obedient as always. <<MCTalk "Yes, Mistress.">> You reply, the command settling in your mind. It’s a small thing, but it’s yet another reminder of the control that’s slowly being placed over you. <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> attention shifts to <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, his voice calm but firm. <<AndreTalk "Jessica, you should go as well. You have tasks to do. Practice on your oral skills, but remember—the dildo is for training, not for your pleasure.">> <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> cheeks flush, and she nods, her eyes bright with both arousal and respect. With their instructions clear, you and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> head back inside the villa, exchanging quick glances but keeping quiet. You change back into your regular clothes, the sensation of the morning still lingering on your skin. It feels strange to leave the control behind as you step outside, but there’s a new energy between the two of you. Once outside, heading toward the bus stop, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> turns to you, her eyes filled with excitement. She admits, her voice hushed but filled with desire: <<JessicaTalk "This whole thing... the control... it’s turning me on so much and I’ll be a good girl for daddy. I’ll wait, just like you should.">> You nod, feeling the same mix of arousal and frustration. <<MCTalk "Yeah, we’ll wait. We have to.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> grins, leaning in to give you a quick kiss on the cheek. <<JessicaTalk "We’ll be good together baby.">> With a final glance toward the villa, you both feel the weight of the morning and the new rules set by <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. The day has set a new tone for your relationship, and though denied any sexual release, the anticipation of what's to come fuels the excitement as you head to the bus station, ready to go to work. <<link[[Go to Amorous Whims.|Lobby]]>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $p to 1>><<set $andrequest to 7>><<set $awquest to 10>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> You arrive at work, your thoughts still swirling with the events of the morning. The weight of your submission to "Daddy" and "Mistress" stays with you as you change into your waitress outfit—feminine and form-fitting, a reminder of your new reality. Throughout the evening, the images of <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, and <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> keep resurfacing. The power dynamic between all of you now feels so real, yet it’s tinged with a slight fear of the unknown. The legal arrangement you agreed to lingers at the back of your mind—what will it mean for your relationship with <jessica>Jessica</jessica>? How far will this submission go? Those questions twist inside you, but alongside them is undeniable arousal. The thought of the control <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> have over you and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> sends waves of anticipation through you. You can't help but wonder how it will all play out, and that curiosity keeps you excited. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/AWWork12.jpg" height=400></div> As the evening wears on, the shift itself goes without any major issues. The usual busy flow of customers fills the café, keeping you distracted from your thoughts. You move through your tasks with ease, clearing tables, taking orders, and serving drinks, all while occasionally catching glimpses of your reflection in the mirrored walls. The skirt sways with your movements, and you feel... right in this feminine role. A surge of confidence mixes with your thoughts about your submission. The duality of it all—being both strong and submissive—is strange yet thrilling. By the end of the night, you've managed to pull in an impressive amount of tips—<money>$200</money> in total, including the regular pay. It's more than enough to make you feel satisfied with your efforts, but your mind still drifts back to the looming control <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> have over you. As you count the money, you smile to yourself. Even with the unknowns ahead, you're more aroused than nervous, eager to find out what awaits in your growing submission to "Daddy" and "Mistress." As you prepare to leave, that feeling of anticipation simmers under your skin, pushing away any lingering fear. You're ready to face whatever comes next. <<link[[Go Home.|CafeWaitress5]]>><<set $money +=200>><<set $p to 2>><<set $time += 1>><<TimeDay>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 2>> After a long shift at work, you finally make it home, feeling both tired and excited. The events of the day keep playing in your mind as you unwind. You slip out of your work clothes and sit on your bed when suddenly your phone buzzes with a message. It’s from <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. Your heart skips a beat as you read the text. <<AndreTalk "Do you still have that black thong from the fundraiser?">> Your breath catches, and a wave of excitement runs through you. <mc><i>He’s thinking about me.</i></mc> With trembling fingers, you quickly respond. <<MCTalk "Yes, I do, Daddy.">> There’s a brief pause before his next message comes through. <<AndreTalk "Good girl. I want you to put it on and send me a photo. Show me how it looks on you.">> Your face flushes with both nerves and exhilaration. The thought of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> wanting to see you, to have you obey him even from afar, makes your pulse race. You can hardly believe that he is into you like this. Without hesitation, you get up and go to your drawer, pulling out the black thong from the fundraiser. It’s sleek, simple, and holds so much meaning now. <<link[[Lay on the floor and take a selfie.|CafeWaitress5]]>><<set $p to 3>><<set $cafewaitress5choice to 1>><</link>> <<link[[Take a mirror selfie.|CafeWaitress5]]>><<set $p to 3>><<set $cafewaitress5choice to 2>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 3>> <<if $cafewaitress5choice eq 1>> You slip into it, feeling the familiar snugness of the fabric against your skin. As you stand in front of the mirror, you admire how the thong fits you perfectly, showing off your curves. A surge of confidence fills you. This is exactly how <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> wants to see you—submissive, compliant, and eager to please. You lay down on the floor like you laid down as <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> massaged your ass with the sun lotion. You lay down on your stomach with your face turned away from the camera and your body framed perfectly. Your butt cheeks are prominent in the black thong, the curve of your hips making you feel both vulnerable and powerful at the same time. You take a deep breath and snap the photo, careful to leave your face out of the shot. The image captures exactly what you want it to—<mc>a sissy ready and willing to submit.</mc> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/MCPhoto4.jpg" height=500></div> <<elseif $cafewaitress5choice eq 2>> You slip into it, feeling the familiar snugness of the fabric against your skin. As you stand in front of the mirror, you admire how the thong fits you perfectly, showing off your curves. A surge of confidence fills you. This is exactly how <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> wants to see you—submissive, compliant, and eager to please. But then another idea comes to mind. Instead of lying on the floor, you step closer to the mirror, letting the moment build as you position yourself. You turn slightly, angling your body just enough to showcase your black thong-clad ass in the reflection. The dim light of your room highlights the curve of your hips, the soft skin framed by the sleek black fabric. You arch your back just a little, enough to accentuate your figure while maintaining an air of alluring innocence. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/MCPhoto5.jpg" height=500></div> The mirror captures everything perfectly—the way the thong hugs you, the subtle sway of your pose, and the undeniable confidence in your stance. Your hands tremble slightly as you lift your phone, focusing entirely on the image <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> wants. You take the photo, examining it for a moment. It’s perfect—sexy, bold, and exactly what he’ll want to see. Your breath catches as you imagine his reaction, your heart racing with both anticipation and arousal. <</if>> <<Arousalincrease 40>><<Arousal>> With a mixture of excitement and nerves, you send the photo to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. [[Wait for his response.|CafeWaitress5][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> The waiting feels like an eternity, but when his reply finally comes, you feel a jolt of pleasure run through you. <<AndreTalk "Beautiful. Your butt looks amazing in that thong—perfect shape. You’re such a good girl, so obedient. You’re going to make an excellent sissy cuck.">> The words make your heart race, your entire body buzzing with excitement and pride. His approval, his acknowledgment of your submission, fuels the deep desire inside you. <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> control over you feels natural, like you were meant for this. You can’t wait to see what else he has in store for you as his sissy cuck. Then <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> sends you a video, you quickly click it. The video starts, and your heart skips a beat as <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> comes into view, kneeling gracefully in front of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. She’s wearing a stunning purple lingerie set that accentuates her every curve, the straps hugging her body in all the right places. <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> thick, imposing member is in full view, standing proudly above her. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> smiles, holding a small white dildo in her hand. You recognize it instantly you know it is bigger than your clit. She brings it close to <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> shaft, the contrast impossible to ignore. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Phone/Gallery/AlexandraVideo.mp4"/></div> <<AlexandraTalk "Remember, even this is bigger than your little sissy clit, darling.">> <<Arousalincrease 40>><<Arousal>> She says sweetly, her voice dripping with teasing affection as she looks into the camera. <<AlexandraTalk "But that’s okay. It is the perfect size for a sissy cuck.">> The comparison is undeniable, the sweet humiliation flooding through you, but it’s mixed with a powerful sense of arousal. She’s not being cruel, just reaffirming your place in this new dynamic. Your heart pounds as the video ends, leaving you flushed with a strange mix of submission and excitement. [[You breath in, trying to calm your erection in the black thong.|CafeWaitress5][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> A new message notification pops up on your screen—a second video from <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. You can barely contain your excitement as you open it, eager to see what comes next. The second video begins, and the sight of <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> holding the small dildo next to <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> massive member sends another wave of arousal through you. Her other hand moves with purpose, stroking him slowly, sensually, while her lips part and she attempts to take him into her mouth. <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> sheer size is overwhelming, too thick and long for her to manage fully, but she works her way along him, taking what she can, her lips stretched around his girth. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Phone/Gallery/AlexandraVideo2.mp4"/></div> <<Arousalincrease 40>><<Arousal>> In a smooth, teasing motion, she effortlessly takes the entire small dildo into her mouth, sliding it in and out with ease, making it clear just how much smaller it is compared to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. Her eyes gleam with amusement as she glances at the camera, knowing exactly how this display is affecting you. Your focus is completely drawn to <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> throbbing, impossibly large member, the way <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> struggles to take him, yet handles the small dildo as if it’s nothing. The contrast is staggering, and you can’t help but feel your own size diminish in comparison, reinforcing your submissive arousal. Then, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> looks straight into the camera, her lips curling into a teasing smile. She purrs with a smooth and sultry voice. <<AlexandraTalk "Don’t worry, $femname. Soon, you’ll get the same treatment... and maybe more.">> Her teasing words send your heart racing, and a swirl of uncertainty and excitement rushes through you. <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> cryptic promise leaves your mind spinning! <mc><i>Will I be the one receiving oral pleasure from her, or will I be the one on my knees for Mr. Brown?</i></mc> The thought of either possibility ignites an overwhelming surge of arousal inside you. Both options turn you on so much that the anticipation alone is enough to push you over the edge. Unable to hold back, your tiny penis throbs, and in an instant, you climax hard, the sensation taking you by surprise as it courses through your body. The thrill of submission, combined with <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> teasing and the looming presence of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, brings you to an intense release right there on your bed. <<link[[Put the phone away.|CafeWaitress5]]>><<set $arousal to 0>><<set $p to 6>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 6>> As you lay back on the bed, your heart still racing, a wave of post-orgasm clarity settles over you. The intensity of what just happened leaves you breathless, your body tingling from head to toe. You replay the videos in your mind—the size difference, the teasing words, the sheer dominance <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> exerted over you. You have cummed while looking at <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> big black cock so many times already. But it hits you now, how much this whole dynamic has shifted your desires. Sending <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> that thong selfie, eagerly waiting for his approval... you never thought you’d be here, craving his attention, feeling aroused at the idea of pleasing him, at his power over you. It wasn’t just <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> teasing that excited you. The idea of being under <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> control, feeling small and submissive in his presence, made you feel more alive and vulnerable than ever. <<BisexualityIncrease 1>> Feeling a strange need for gratitude, you reach for your phone <<MCTalk "Thank you for the videos, Daddy.">> The reply comes quickly, simple yet authoritative. <<AndreTalk "You're welcome, Little One.">> That one sentence sends a familiar shiver down your spine. You smile, knowing this is just the beginning of something bigger, something you’re becoming more and more comfortable with. <<link[[Prepare to Sleep.|My Room]]>><<set $p to 1>> <<set $awquest to 11>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> You meet <brooke>Brooke</brooke> at the park, just like you’ve been doing for the past week, but today feels different. After all the shoots and time spent together, there’s a bond between you that wasn’t there before. <brooke>Brooke’s</brooke> in her usual casual wear, but there’s something about the way she greets you—warm, open, and excited. <<BrookeTalk "Hey, instead of hanging here, why don’t you come over to my place? I have a surprise for you.">> As the two of you walk through the neighborhood toward her home, you can’t help but think about everything that’s happened over the last few weeks. The changes you’ve been going through. The realizations. <brooke>Brooke’s</brooke> been nothing but supportive, but telling her... coming out to her as a sissy... feels like the next big step. Your heart pounds as you gather the courage. You glance at her from the corner of your eye, and she’s just chatting away, completely at ease. Finally, you take a deep breath and decide it’s time. You start, your voice a little shaky. <<MCTalk "Brooke there’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you.">> She stops and looks at you, curious but calm. Your heart races. <<BrookeTalk "Yeah? What’s up?">> <<MCTalk "It’s just... well, I’ve been going through a lot of changes lately. And I don’t want you to call me by my old name anymore. I go by $femname now. I—I’m a sissy.">> There. You said it. The words hang in the air between you. For a split second, you’re terrified, unsure of how she’ll react. But then, <brooke>Brooke’s</brooke> face breaks into a wide, supportive smile. <<BrookeTalk "Oh my god, $femname, that’s amazing! You do you, girl! Whatever makes you happy, I’m all for it. I can call you whatever you want. And your changes were pretty apparent from your appearence, you know that, right?">> A wave of relief washes over you, and you nod, feeling the weight lift from your shoulders. <<MCTalk "Thanks, Brooke. That means a lot. And... let’s just keep this between us? I don’t want my mom to know. I don’t think she will react like... like you.">> As you and <brooke>Brooke</brooke> approach her house, the weight of your confession feels lighter with every step. The relief of finally telling someonefrom your family is comforting. You hadn’t realized how much you needed <brooke>Brooke’s</brooke> acceptance until it was given so freely. The two of you chat about lighter topics as you walk, but there’s a spark of anticipation now that wasn’t there before. When you reach <brooke>Brooke’s</brooke> door, she turns to you with a mischievous smile. <<BrookeTalk "By the way, I wasn’t kidding about that surprise. Someone’s waiting for us inside.">> You raise an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. <<MCTalk "Oh? Who is it?">> She grins, holding the door open for you. <<BrookeTalk "You’ll see.">> [[Enter Brooke's home.|Brooke8][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> As you step inside the cozy home, the smell of something freshly baked fills the air, warm and inviting. It’s then you hear the soft clinking of dishes from the kitchen, followed by a familiar voice—a voice you hadn’t heard in over a decade. <<AntheaTalk "Brooke? Is that you? I’ve just taken the pie out of the oven.">> Your heart skips a beat as a tall, voluptuous woman with striking blonde hair and blue eyes emerges from the kitchen. It's <anthea>Anthea</anthea>, your <anthea>aunt</anthea>, and you can't believe how gorgeous she looks. Her lips are fuller, her curves more pronounced, and she carries herself with a confidence that radiates. You’re stunned, frozen in place for a moment as she wipes her hands on a kitchen towel and glances over at you. <anthea>Anthea</anthea> narrows her eyes slightly, trying to place your face. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/Anthea.jpg" height=500></div> <<AntheaTalk "Who’s your friend, Brooke? I don’t think we’ve met before.">> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> chuckles, clearly enjoying the moment of suspense. <<BrookeTalk "Mom, it’s not just any friend. This is $femname.">> <anthea>Anthea’s</anthea> eyes widen slightly, confusion flickering across her face. <<AntheaTalk "$femname?">> She echoes, still trying to connect the dots. <brooke>Brooke</brooke> gently nudges you forward with a playful grin. <<BrookeTalk "You might remember $name from back in the day.">> At the mention of your old name, you watch as realization dawns on <anthea>Anthea’s</anthea> face. Her blue eyes widen even more as she takes a step closer, her mouth opening slightly in surprise. You shift nervously under her gaze, unsure of how she’s going to react. But then, <anthea>Anthea’s</anthea> surprise melts into a warm, accepting smile—just like her daughter’s. <<AntheaTalk "Wait... $name? Oh my goodness, I didn’t recognize you at all! Now with a closer look, I recognize your gorgeous blue eyes. Well, look at you! You’ve changed so much. You’re absolutely stunning, $femname.">> She reaches out and gives your arm a gentle squeeze. <<AntheaTalk "I guess Brooke didn’t give me enough of a heads-up. I didn’t know you were trans.">> Your face flushes instantly, and you shake your head. <<MCTalk "Oh no, I’m not... I’m not trans.">> <anthea>Anthea</anthea> blinks, a little taken aback, and turns to <brooke>Brooke</brooke> for clarification. <brooke>Brooke</brooke> jumps in smoothly, with that casual, easygoing attitude you’ve come to appreciate. <<BrookeTalk "$femname isn’t trans, mom. She identifes as a sissy.">> <anthea>Anthea</anthea> raises her eyebrows slightly but then nods slowly as she processes that. <<AntheaTalk "A sissy... Got it. Well, whatever makes you happy, sweetheart. You look amazing either way.">> She pats your hand again and smiles then brings up a topic you would rather avoid. [[Sit down at the sofa with your family.|Brooke8][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> You feel a surge of relief at her understanding, though it’s quickly followed by the familiar nervousness that comes with thinking about your mom. <anthea>Anthea</anthea> must see the flicker of tension on your face because she gives you a knowing look. <<AntheaTalk "Does Ophelia know about this?">> You shake your head quickly, almost too quickly. <<MCTalk "No. She doesn’t know. I don’t want her to... she wouldn’t react well. Not yet anyway.">> <anthea>Anthea’s</anthea> expression softens, her lips pulling into a sympathetic smile. <<AntheaTalk "Yeah, that sounds like her. She’s always been a bit too... rigid. Well, don’t worry about it. She and I aren’t exactly on speaking terms, as you know, so no worries about me spilling the beans.">> She winks at you playfully, trying to lighten the mood. <brooke>Brooke</brooke> grins and nudges you gently. <<BrookeTalk "See? Told you we’ve got your back.">> You smile, grateful for the acceptance from both of them. Before you can respond, <anthea>Anthea</anthea> claps her hands together, her tone brightening. <<AntheaTalk "Alright, enough heavy talk. I just baked an apple pie, and it’s fresh out of the oven. You two hungry?">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/Anthea2.jpg" height=500></div> The sweet, warm smell of baked apples and cinnamon fills the room, making your stomach rumble. You exchange a glance with <brooke>Brooke</brooke> before following <anthea>Anthea</anthea> into the kitchen. You’re in a space where you can just be yourself, surrounded by family who truly accepts you. [[Eat your Aunt's pie.|Brooke8][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> After enjoying slices of the delicious apple pie, <brooke>Brooke</brooke> heads to the living room, pulling out her phone with an excited grin. You and <anthea>Anthea</anthea> follow her, curious about what she’s about to show. <<BrookeTalk "Okay, so I finally got the photos back from last Friday’s shoot,">> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> says, her excitement clear in her voice. She taps her phone screen a few times, and soon, the edited images from her lingerie shoot appear. She turns the phone to you and her mom, displaying the shots with pride. <<BrookeTalk "What do you think?">> You’re blown away by how professional and polished the photos look, the lighting perfect and <brooke>Brooke’s</brooke> poses even more alluring than you remember. <anthea>Anthea’s</anthea> eyes widen, but she doesn’t flinch. <<AntheaTalk "Wow, sweetheart. You look absolutely stunning. These are beautiful.">> <<if $v04brookecor gt 2>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/BrookeLingerieShoot10.jpg" height=500></div> <<else>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/BrookeLingerieShoot8.jpg" height=500></div><</if>> You wonder how <anthea>Anthea</anthea> will react, but to your surprise, she seems impressed. <<AntheaTalk "Those are... bold. But you look confident and gorgeous. I can see why they’d pick these for the campaign. You’ve really grown into your own.">> You exchange a quick glance with <brooke>Brooke</brooke>, amazed at how supportive <anthea>Anthea</anthea> is of the sexy shots. It’s a pleasant surprise to see her mom so encouraging, especially about something like this. <<BrookeTalk "Yeah, I think these will be the big sellers. I actually posted one of the teaser shots on my Swiftgram yesterday.">> She pauses, holding up her phone to show a more modest—though still suggestive—photo she posted on social media. <<BrookeTalk "And guess what? My followers skyrocketed!">> <anthea>Anthea</anthea> looks impressed, leaning in. <<AntheaTalk "Really? How many?">> <<BrookeTalk "Like, thousands! I went from a tens of thousands to over a hundred thousand! And the more followers I get, the more money I can make with sponsorships and ads.">> <anthea>Anthea</anthea> blinks, clearly surprised. <<AntheaTalk "Wait... you’re telling me you make money just from posting pictures? Not only from the pro-shots?">> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> grins mischievously, knowing exactly where this conversation is headed. <<BrookeTalk "Yup. A lot of money, actually. Especially if you’ve got a lot of followers. Some people make a living off it. And with these new followers, I’m set to make even more.">> <anthea>Anthea</anthea> seems both impressed and intrigued. <<AntheaTalk "That’s incredible. I didn’t realize it could be so profitable. So, how much are we talking here?">> She glances at <brooke>Brooke</brooke> with a curious expression. [[Brooke laughs and waves her hand.|Brooke8][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> <<BrookeTalk "Let’s just say, the last shoot alone brought in a few thousand. And that’s just the beginning.">> <anthea>Anthea’s</anthea> eyes widen, clearly baffled. <<AntheaTalk "That’s... unbelievable. Just from a few pictures.">> She shakes her head, looking more intrigued by the minute. Sensing an opportunity, <brooke>Brooke</brooke> gives her mom a teasing smile. <<BrookeTalk "You know, mom, you could do it too. You’re gorgeous. You’d definitely get followers. Imagine the money you could make!">> <anthea>Anthea</anthea> laughs but doesn’t outright reject the idea. <<AntheaTalk "Oh, please. No one wants to see a woman my age on Swiftgram.">> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> raises an eyebrow. <<BrookeTalk "You’d be surprised. There’s a market for everything, mom. And you’re seriously hot, so don’t underestimate yourself.">> You watch as <anthea>Anthea</anthea> hesitates, clearly mulling over the idea. She doesn’t say no, and you can see a flicker of intrigue in her eyes. <brooke>Brooke’s</brooke> teasing clearly has her thinking. <anthea>Anthea</anthea> smiles, half-jokingly. <<AntheaTalk "Well, we’ll see. Maybe I’ll think about it.">> You can’t help but chuckle at the idea of <anthea>Anthea</anthea> joining Swiftgram. But with how curious she seems, it wouldn’t be surprising if she actually did it. <brooke>Brooke</brooke> laughs softly, turning to you with a grateful smile. <<BrookeTalk "You know, $femname has helped me a lot with all of this, I wouldn’t have made it this far without her support and ideas.">> <<AntheaTalk "Well, in that case, if I ever decide to go down that road, I might just have to give you a call, $femname">> You smile, feeling more comfortable around them both. The thought of guiding <anthea>Anthea</anthea> through the social media world seems a little surreal. <<link[[Be Neutral.|Brooke8]]>><<set $p to 6>><<set $brooke8choice to 1>><</link>> <<link[[Enourage Aunt Anthea.|Brooke8]]>><<set $p to 6>><<set $brooke8choice to 2>><</link>> <<link[[Discourage Aunt Anthea.|Brooke8]]>><<set $p to 6>><<set $brooke8choice to 3>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 6>> <<if $brooke8choice eq 1>> You smile warmly, leaning back slightly to appear casual but engaged. <<MCTalk "If you ever need help with setting it up, just let me know. It can be a fun hobby, or even more if you want it to be.">> <anthea>Anthea</anthea> chuckles softly, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. <<AntheaTalk "A fun hobby, huh? I like the sound of that. Maybe I’ll take you up on the offer one day.">> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> grins, giving you a subtle nod of approval. <<BrookeTalk "See, Mom? You’ve got a built-in expert right here. And honestly, you’re a natural—people would love you.">> <anthea>Anthea</anthea> shakes her head playfully, still clearly intrigued but not fully committing. <<AntheaTalk "Well, I’ll think about it. But don’t expect to see me in one of those racy outfits anytime soon.">> You all laugh, the atmosphere light and relaxed as the conversation naturally shifts toward other topics. <<elseif $brooke8choice eq 2>> Your eyes light up as they lean forward, their voice brimming with enthusiasm. <<MCTalk "You could totally make it work, Aunt. Imagine all the followers you’d get! Brooke could even help you with tips, and who knows, you might even outshine her someday!">> <anthea>Anthea</anthea> raises her eyebrows, clearly surprised but flattered by the suggestion. <<AntheaTalk "Outshine Brooke? Oh, I don’t know about that. She’s already the star of the family.">> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> laughs, her grin wide and mischievous. <<BrookeTalk "Mom, don’t sell yourself short. You’ve got that classic beauty that people adore. Plus, with me coaching you, you’d be unstoppable.">> <anthea>Anthea</anthea> glances between the two of you, her smile growing as she warms to the idea. <<AntheaTalk "You two are dangerous together. But you’re making it sound so tempting. Maybe I should give it a try one day, just to see what happens.">> Brooke claps her hands together, her excitement contagious. <<BrookeTalk "That’s the spirit, Mom! And don’t worry, $femname and I will be here every step of the way.">> The room buzzes with energy, the idea of this new venture sparking a shared excitement among you all. <<BrookeLove 1>> <<elseif $brooke8choice eq 3>> You tilt your head slightly, your smile fading into a more thoughtful expression as you consider Anthea’s potential foray into Swiftgram. The thought of her dealing with the darker side of the internet gnaws at you, and you feel compelled to voice your concerns. <<MCTalk "It’s an interesting idea, but it can be a lot to handle, especially with some of the people online. You’d have to be ready for that kind of attention—it’s not always positive.">> The warm enthusiasm in Anthea’s expression dims slightly. She sets her hand on the table, her fingers drumming softly as she takes in your words. You notice her lips press into a thin line, her earlier playful curiosity giving way to a more serious contemplation. <<AntheaTalk "That’s a fair point. The internet isn’t always a kind place, is it? I’ve heard about some of the things influencers go through... maybe I’m better off staying in my lane.">> Her voice carries a note of hesitation now, and her earlier spark of intrigue seems to be fading. Brooke, however, doesn’t seem ready to let the conversation end on that note. <<BrookeTalk "True, but you’ve got thick skin, Mom. And honestly, the support you’d get would outweigh the negativity. Right, $femname?">> You glance at Brooke, her confidence unwavering, then back at Anthea, whose expression has become more guarded. Feeling caught between them, you hesitate, your earlier concern still lingering. <<MCTalk "I mean... maybe. But it’s a lot to think about. The online world can be amazing, but it can also be overwhelming. It’s not something to jump into lightly.">> Anthea nods slowly, her blue eyes now distant as if already imagining the potential pitfalls. <<AntheaTalk "You’re right, $femname. I appreciate the honesty. I think I’ll leave this to Brooke—it’s her world, after all.">> There’s a noticeable coolness in her tone, though it’s not directed at you personally. It’s more like a wall has gone up, her earlier excitement replaced by caution. Brooke frowns slightly, her eyes flicking between you and her mom. <<BrookeTalk "Come on, Mom, don’t overthink it. You’d be amazing at it, and I’d help you every step of the way.">> Anthea offers a polite smile, but it’s clear her interest has waned. <<AntheaTalk "Thanks, sweetheart. I’ll think about it, but... maybe it’s not for me. Not right now, anyway.">> You feel a pang of guilt as you watch Brooke’s shoulders slump slightly, though she quickly masks her disappointment with a shrug and a forced grin. <<BrookeTalk "Well, it’s your call. But just so you know, you’d rock it if you ever decided to go for it.">> Anthea chuckles softly, her tone lighter again but less playful than before. <<AntheaTalk "Maybe. For now, I think I’ll stick to cheering you on. You’re the expert here, after all.">> You exhale quietly, unsure if you’ve helped or hindered, but Anthea seems at peace with her decision. Brooke, however, gives you a look—one you can’t quite read—as the conversation shifts to other topics. <</if>> <<BrookeTalk "You know, $femname, you should totally open a Swiftgram account too. You’ve got those sexy legs and that cute butt for a sissy. People would love it!">> You blink, caught completely off guard. <<MCTalk "W-What?">> [[You stammer, still trying to process the idea.|Brooke8][$p=7]] <<elseif $p eq 7>> The thought of posting pictures of yourself—your body—online for money feels shocking, especially after seeing what <brooke>Brooke’s</brooke> done. <<MCTalk "I don’t think I could ever do what you’re doing, Brooke.">> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> shrugs, unfazed by your reaction. <<BrookeTalk "You wouldn’t have to do it exactly like me. You could do it anonymously if you wanted. No face, just show off your legs and butt. But whatever you want, cousin. It’s just an idea.">> Your mind races. While the idea of putting yourself out there like <brooke>Brooke</brooke> terrifies you, it’s hard to ignore the fact that you’ve already been taking private ass selfies for a while. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> loved the one you took yesterday... The temptation lingers, but you shake your head, still unsecure. <<MCTalk "I’m not ready for something like that, Brooke.">> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> just laughs softly, clearly not pushing you. <<BrookeTalk "No worries, $femname. It’s your call. Just know I think you'd do great.">> You check your phone and realize it's time to head to your shift. <<MCTalk "I actually need to get going. Got to work this evening. Thank you for the delicious pie Aunt Anthea.">> You stand up, still a little dazed by the idea <brooke>Brooke’s</brooke> planted in your head. <anthea>Anthea</anthea> and <brooke>Brooke</brooke> both get up with you. <anthea>Anthea</anthea> smiles warmly and gives you a kiss on the cheek. <<AntheaTalk "It was so nice seeing you again, $femname. Don’t be a stranger.">> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> does the same, squeezing your arm. <<BrookeTalk "Good luck at work! And hey, think about what I said.">> With a smile, you wave goodbye and step out of the apartment, heading toward your evening shift. As you walk, <brooke>Brooke’s</brooke> suggestion echoes in your mind, leaving you more conflicted than you expected. <<link[[Go to Downtown.|Downtown Venue]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $brookequest to 8>><<set $time += 1>><<TimeDay>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> The evening starts quietly as you settle into your shift at the Amorous Whims hotel café, your mind already drifting to what lies ahead. <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> promise still lingers in your thoughts, keeping you on edge, and the anticipation sends a thrill through you. Her words echo in your mind, hinting at something intimate, maybe even indulgent—but with <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, you can never be quite sure. You find yourself wondering, will it be you receiving her touch, or will you be on your knees, offering yourself to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> tonight? <mc><i>Do I even want that? Thinking about it arouses me but do I really want to touch the cock of a man?</i></mc> The thoughts are enough to stir something deep within you. Before you realize it, a small but undeniable bulge presses against the front of your skirt, your body reacting to the thrill of anticipation. You immediately become aware of it, heart racing as you try to ignore the warmth spreading through you, focusing on refilling coffees and taking orders to distract yourself. But then, as you approach a well-dressed man seated by the window, you notice him glance down at your skirt. His gaze lingers for a beat too long, his eyes subtly catching the small, betraying bulge. Your heart skips a beat, and a flush of heat rushes to your face. His expression remains polite, unfazed even as he meets your eyes with a slight nod, yet the panic bubbles within you. Your mind spins with the realization that he’s seen it—he’s seen you like this, exposed in a way you hadn’t planned. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra22.jpg" height=600></div> As the shift nears its end, you’re ready to slip back into your regular clothes and leave this moment behind. But just as you’re about to retreat, you feel a familiar gaze on you. You look up to see <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, standing at the edge of the room, watching you with that knowing look in her eyes. Her lips curl into a slight smile, and she gestures subtly. <<AlexandraTalk "Follow me to my car.">> She says smoothly, leaving no room for hesitation. [[Follow Alexandra to her car.|CafeWaitress6][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $money +=250>> As <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> leads you toward the elevator, her confident stride sets the pace. You follow, your heart pounding with both anticipation and curiosity. She presses the button, glancing over her shoulder to make sure you’re close behind. The doors slide open, and you both step inside. In the quiet, enclosed space, <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> presence fills the air, her gaze resting on you with an intensity that feels both comforting and electrifying. Once you reach the garage level, she steps out, guiding you toward her luxury SUV. She opens the passenger door with a smooth, inviting gesture. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/SUV.jpg" height=600></div> <<AlexandraTalk "Hop in, darling.">> She says, her voice warm and firm. Settling into the plush leather seat, you glance over at her as she gets in, feeling small yet safe in her presence. Once you’re settled into the passenger seat of <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> SUV, she glances over, her gaze soft but discerning. <<AlexandraTalk "So, darling, tell me—how are you feeling about our little arrangement? Signing that contract was a big step.">> You pause, trying to put your emotions into words. <<MCTalk "I feel… good. Ready to explore but there’s this… I don’t know, a little bit of fear. From not knowing what’s next.">> She reaches over, giving your knee a reassuring squeeze, her fingers warm against you. <<AlexandraTalk "That’s perfectly natural, darling. As your Mistress I only want the best for you. I’ll be guiding you every step of the way.">> You take a deep breath, feeling your nerves settle under her touch. <<MCTalk "I know, Ma... Mistress. Thank you.">> <<AlexandraTalk "And as for the legal arrangement? I imagine that might have surprised you.">> You nod, glancing out the window before looking back at her. <<MCTalk "It did. I wasn’t expecting things to feel so… official.">> <<AlexandraTalk "Clear boundaries are essential in a relationship like ours. It’s not just for our peace of mind, darling—it’s for yours too. And for Jessica’s. Trust me, everything here is meant to make you feel secure.">> Her words resonate, and the warmth in her voice dispels any lingering doubts. Feeling reassured, you settle back into your seat, her comforting presence putting you at ease. Moments later, you pull into her building’s private parking, and <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> leads you toward the elevator, her hand guiding you gently but purposefully. [[Step into her home.|CafeWaitress6][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> As you step into <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> penthouse, you’re keenly aware of how different everything feels. It’s your first time here in your mini skirt, the fabric brushing against your thighs as you move, heels clicking softly on the polished floor. You don’t quite know what <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> has planned, but the possibilities make your pulse quicken. She leads you to the spacious, elegantly designed living room, gesturing to a plush sofa. <<AlexandraTalk "Sit here, darling. I’m going to slip into something more comfortable and grab us a drink.">> You nod, finding yourself eager to please, and sink onto the soft cushions, obediently waiting. As the quietness of the room envelops you, a growing sense of anticipation stirs in your chest, matched by a familiar warmth spreading through your body. You cross your legs instinctively, feeling your skirt resting on your thigh, and it’s then you realize—with a small thrill of surprise—that you’re sitting exactly like a woman. The way your legs look, gracefully crossed, draws your attention to the alluring shape of your calves in the black heels. It’s a subtle pose, but it makes you feel beautiful, confident, and undeniably sensual. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/MCLegs.jpg" height=600></div> As the thought settles in, your excitement builds, sending a pulse of arousal through you and creating a small, undeniable ache. You can’t help but let your thoughts wander, imagining what might unfold once <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> returns. [[Then Alexandra enters the living room.|CafeWaitress6][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra25.jpg" height=600></div> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> strides into the room, and the sight of her makes your breath hitch. She’s radiant, like a goddess descending, wrapped in a sheer black veil that barely hides anything. The delicate fabric flows around her, a tantalizing hint of her curves on full display—the bare lines of her body, her breasts, her dark nipples visible through the whisper-thin material, each part adding to her allure. The open heels on her feet accentuate her long legs, each step precise, graceful, and incredibly sensual. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/GiftBox.jpg" height=600></div> In one hand, she carries a small, mysterious black box, and with the other, she balances a tray with two glasses of wine. She moves smoothly, like she’s in complete command of the moment, and with every step, the air grows thicker with her presence. Her eyes catch yours as she approaches, giving you a subtle, knowing look that sends a thrill down your spine. You reach for the glass she hands you, your fingers brushing hers ever so briefly, and the contact feels electric. She takes the seat beside you, her robe shifting to reveal even more of her bare skin beneath the sheer fabric. The small box lands on the low table in front of you with a soft thud, a tantalizing promise just waiting to be opened. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra24.jpg" height=600></div> You can hardly keep your eyes off her, your mind racing with excitement and anticipation. Your gaze lingers on her, your body reacting to her intoxicating presence as you take a small sip of wine, just to calm yourself. It’s as if every movement she makes—every glance, every slow, confident breath—is designed to keep you on edge, to remind you of who’s in control. Sitting beside her in your own outfit, you feel the thrill of stepping further into this new, exhilarating dynamic with <i>Mistress and Daddy</i>. The mystery, the promise in her gaze—it all swirls together, making you feel incredibly grateful for the trust you’ve placed in her. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> swirls her glass, taking a slow sip before turning her gaze back to you. She reaches out with her free hand, her fingertips brushing your cheek as she tucks a loose strand of hair gently behind your ear. The warmth of her touch lingers, so delicate yet so intimate that it sends a shiver of excitement down your spine. [[Leaning in closer, she brings her lips close to your ear, her breath warm and teasing.|CafeWaitress6][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> <<AlexandraTalk "Are you excited about tonight?">> <<MCTalk "Yes, Mistress.">> A soft giggle escapes her, amused and pleased, as she eases back and resumes her graceful posture beside you. Her robe slips ever so slightly as she takes another sip of her wine, and with a small, deliberate adjustment, she lets it cling to her body in a way that reveals more of her chest beneath the sheer fabric. Her breasts are tantalizingly visible, and each curve catches your eye, your gaze drawn as if by a magnetic pull. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra25.jpg" height=600></div> Catching you staring, <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> lips curl into a sly smile, her gaze knowing. She sets down her glass and lets her fingers trail down your arm, her touch a mix of dominance and tenderness. She begins to talk softly, her tone filled with that unique blend of admiration and teasing that only she can manage. <<AlexandraTalk "I’m proud of you, $femname. Opening up your relationship with Jessica, embracing your place… that takes courage. Not everyone is ready to become a sissy cuck. That’s something worthy of reward, isn’t it, my little one?">> You nod, cheeks flushing as your heart races, her words soaking into you, both praise and claim wrapped in a promise of more to come. <<AlexandraTalk "But there are some… matters we need to address first.">> Her eyes hold yours, leaving no question of her authority. The playful gleam remains, but there’s something deeper there—a hint of what lies ahead, just out of reach, waiting for you. Your arousal intensifies, and yet, you feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude, secure and warm in her presence. <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> promises hang in the air like ripe fruit, ready for the taking—if you’re patient. With a deep, steadying breath, you look up at <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, your voice soft yet filled with purpose. <<MCTalk "I’m ready to address whatever you wish, Mistress.">> You murmur, the words spilling from your lips almost on their own. Her gaze softens, pleased, and a gentle smile curves her lips as she hands you the black box in her lap. <<AlexandraTalk "There’s a little improvement needed for your waitress outfit.">> She says smoothly, her tone brimming with excitement she’s clearly happy to share with you. [[You take the box, the thrill of her touch lingering, and open it slowly.|CafeWaitress6][$p=6]] <<elseif $p eq 6>> Inside, folded neatly, lies a pair of sheer black stockings, the tops delicately laced, with just enough stretch to hug your thighs. You lift them out, feeling the silkiness between your fingers, your heart thudding at this next step. They’re undeniably feminine, alluring in a way that feels both exciting and vulnerable. As you hold them, thoughts spin in your mind, anticipation mingling with a tinge of nervousness. But <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> presence beside you, watching with warm assurance, draws you back to her with a firm grounding. <<AlexandraTalk "Go on, give them a try, darling.">> Her words give you courage, and you slip off your high heels, setting them aside. Sitting on the sofa with the stockings in hand, you carefully slide one up your leg, feeling the silky fabric glide over your skin. <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> gaze is unbreakable, every inch of her encouraging and guiding. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AW/FirstStockings.mp4"/></div> When you smooth the stocking over your thigh, reaching just to the lacy top, you look to her for reassurance, and she nods approvingly. <<AlexandraTalk "Beautiful, just how you’re meant to look, my good girl.">> Her approval wraps around you as snugly as the stockings themselves. With a playful glint in her eye, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> leans back and gestures toward the open floor in front of her. <<AlexandraTalk "Give me a little show, little one.">> She coaxes, her words dripping with anticipation. You feel a rush of excitement, an eager smile spreading across your face as you slip your heels back on, straightening up with newfound confidence. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AW/FirstStockings2.mp4"/></div> You walk toward the doors at the far end of the living room, every step purposeful, feeling the stockings hug your legs with each stride. Imagining yourself on a catwalk, you sway your hips just a bit more than usual, feeling the smooth glide of the stockings and the click of your heels. <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> soft cheers and teasing laughter fill the room, boosting your confidence further. You reach the end, pause for a moment with a playful twirl, and then walk back, feeling her eyes on you like a warm, electrifying current. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AW/FirstStockings3.mp4"/></div> When you come to a stop before her, <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> gaze drops, noticing the slight bulge in your skirt. She smirks knowingly. <<AlexandraTalk "Now, darling, tell me, do proper girls in mini skirts have little bulges?">> Her voice is teasing yet firm, her words laced with an edge that sends a thrill through you. You lower your head slightly, cheeks flushing. <<MCTalk "No, Mistress.">> She nods, clearly satisfied, but then her expression softens as her gaze meets yours again. <<AlexandraTalk "And I know all about that little moment earlier today at work. Remember I'm watching everything from my office. The look on that customer’s face when he noticed your... predicament. Must’ve been quite the sight.">> Embarrassment floods through you, and you lower your gaze, fumbling for words. <<MCTalk "I’m... I’m sorry, Mistress. I didn’t mean to—">> <<AlexandraTalk "Hush now girl. Your outfit will need a small adjustment tomorrow to help you manage yourself.">> The thought of tomorrow’s “adjustment” leaves you both curious and nervous, though <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> calm confidence in your progression somehow eases the nerves. Her voice, smooth and sultry, snaps you back into focus. <<AlexandraTalk "Now, sweetheart, I want you to strip down—everything but the stockings and heels.">> Her gaze sparkles, anticipation clear as she watches you. [[Undress for your Mistress.|CafeWaitress6][$p=7]] <<elseif $p eq 7>> Hands shaking slightly, you begin to remove your clothing, piece by piece, setting them aside until only the stockings and heels remain. You stand there, exposed and vulnerable, feeling her gaze take in every inch of you, waiting for her next instruction. <<AlexandraTalk "Now it is my turn to give you a show darling. Have a seat and get comfortable.">> As you sit down, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> stands before you, a goddess of desire cloaked in mystery and allure. She begins her show with a graceful sway, taking the ends of her sheer black robe and letting it billow slightly, like the wings of a dark butterfly. Her movements flow smoothly, hips undulating with a teasing rhythm, each twist and turn mesmerizing, revealing just hints of her curves through the thin fabric. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra26.jpg" height=600></div> She twirls, letting her side face you, arching so that her silhouette reveals the soft outline of her side breasts and the curve of her hips. The robe clings to her body in places, hinting at the lushness of her form. Your heart pounds as she spins again, and with a swift, fluid motion, she parts the front of the robe, letting it fall open but strategically covering her breasts with her arm, creating a tantalizing barrier between you and what you crave to see. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra27.jpg" height=600></div> Your breath catches, and you can’t stop yourself from whispering, <<MCTalk "Please, Mistress… may I… may I see them?">> She smirks, a glint of satisfaction in her eyes as she considers your request, watching you squirm with desire. You shift in place, feeling the tension build within you, your entire being focused on her as she teases you with this dance of denial. <<AlexandraTalk "Are you sure, my little one? You want to see these, do you?">> She lowers her arm just enough that you catch glimpses of her skin, the swell of her breasts becoming visible, sending your heart racing even faster. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra28.jpg" height=600></div> <<MCTalk "Yes, Mistress… please. Please, allow me to see them.">> [[Your begging is rewarded.|CafeWaitress6][$p=8]] <<elseif $p eq 8>> With a pleased smile, she finally relents, letting her arm fall and fully exposing her ample chest to you. Her skin glows in the dim light, and she stands before you like a vision, her confidence and power radiating as she takes in your stunned expression. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra29.jpg" height=600></div> She stands with the robe open, her hand resting on her hip, leaving only the delicate thong in place, while the sheer black veil now hangs behind her, framing her body. You’re entirely captivated, your mind blank with desire and awe. Then she leans in slightly, her gaze locking with yours. <<AlexandraTalk "Tell me, darling, will you be obedient tomorrow? Will you follow every instruction I give without question?">> You nod immediately, the words slipping from your lips before you fully process what she is saying. <<MCTalk "Yes, Mistress. I’ll do anything you say.">> You promise, feeling a powerful need to please her, to show how willing and dedicated you are to her guidance. A satisfied smile spreads across her lips as she straightens, looking down at you approvingly. <<AlexandraTalk "Good girl.">> She praises you, her voice soft yet commanding, the words sending a warm rush of pride through you. In this moment, you feel grateful and deeply aroused, knowing you’re exactly where you want to be, committed to her and to whatever tomorrow might bring. As <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> lowers herself gracefully onto her knees before you, your pulse races in disbelief and exhilaration. Her hands reach for you with a slow, deliberate tenderness, and she captures your tiny penis between her fingers. Her touch is electric, light and teasing, yet somehow grounding in the intensity of the moment. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra30.jpg" height=500></div> Your breath hitches as her gaze, steady and piercing, locks with yours, her blue eyes drawing you in. She maintains eye contact, holding you in her captivating stare as her mouth draws closer, her expression one of sensual command and enjoyment. When her tongue starts to finally flick against your little penis, your mind spirals with sensation and reverence for this surreal moment. You’ve never felt so seen, so helplessly drawn to another’s will. Almost immediately, you can feel yourself throbbing, and within moments, the intensity makes you weak. Pre-cum starts to leak as she licks your penis’ head. <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> lips curve into a smirk, never looking away as she murmurs teasingly. <<AlexandraTalk "Such a wet little clit, isn’t it?">> Her words send a warm wave of both pride and vulnerability rushing through you. She gives you a pause, her fingers still holding you firmly, letting the moment hang between you both. You sense her enjoyment, her slow indulgence in the power she holds over you, and your heart swells with gratitude and longing. Every second that passes in her presence, you feel yourself more fully captivated, thrilled to surrender completely to her tonight. [[Alexandra points to her phone next to you.|CafeWaitress6][$p=9]] <<elseif $p eq 9>> It’s almost overwhelming—she’s only the second woman to ever touch you like this, yet with her you feel something entirely new, both thrilling and fulfilling. <<AlexandraTalk "I want you to have the strongest orgasm you can have darling. Pick up the phone and watch the video.">> With your little penis between her boobs you are in bliss. Obediently you pick up her phone. As you hold the phone, <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> command still echoing in your mind, you press play with a mix of curiosity and surrender. The screen lights up, and <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> big black cock appears, nestled between <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> soft, generous breasts. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AW/AlexandraAndreBoobjob.mp4"/></div> The sheer contrast makes your mind whirl—you, so small and timid in comparison, while his figure embodies dominance and intensity in a way that seems almost surreal. In the video <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> teases you, looking directly at the camera. <<AlexandraTalk "Oh, my little darling look at this… Isn’t this cock something else? This is what a woman like me deserves, don't you think?">> Your body tenses, and you feel a rush of heat course through you. The overwhelming realization of how different you are, how you’re made to serve and submit in this new role, seeps into every part of you. After hearing these words you take a look at <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, who is looking at you directly with a smile. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra31.jpg" height=600></div> Your tiny little penis is buried between her huge breasts and rendered invisible unlike <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> big black cock. The sensations against your own body become almost background noise as the video strengthens the relationship agreement you signed up. Emotions surge up, blending excitement and gratitude, as you sense how <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> cherishes this moment to shape and mold you. [[You cannot hold it anymore.|CafeWaitress6][$p=10]] <<elseif $p eq 10>> In that instant, the culmination of emotions is too powerful to hold back, releasing an intensity you’ve rarely felt before. Just before you start cumming <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> repositions herself, releasing your little penis from the confines of her breasts and holds it with her two fingers. She strokes your little penis with two fingers as she allows you to cover her face with your cum. Having the hardest orgasm of your life you keep cumming and cumming. After you are done you feel like your balls are fully empty, your mind blank from the pleasures she gave you. As your breath turns to its normalcy you see <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> wide smile, looking at you with loving eyes. Her face covered with your cum. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra23.jpg" height=600></div> You cannot believe how lucky you are to cover this goddess’ face with your cum. You had never came this much in your life and you feel as if your balls are completely empty. [[Alexandra goes to the bathroom to wash her face.|CafeWaitress6][$p=11]] <<elseif $p eq 11>> When <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> returns from the bathroom, she’s radiant, her composure intact and her presence as commanding as ever. She takes a seat beside you, studying you with a soft, contemplative smile. Leaning in close, her voice is gentle but unmistakably firm. With a thoughtful glance, she reaches down, delicately brushing her fingers against your sensitive crossed legs. Her eyes lift to meet yours, carrying a hint of warmth mixed with playful intention. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/MCLegs2.jpg" height=500></div> <<AlexandraTalk "You know, darling what you have here and what you saw in the video are so different right? I wanted you to experience it like tonight. You and Andre in the same position with me. I wanted you to see the difference between his and your penis. In fact this isn’t really a ‘penis,’ is it? I think calling it your ‘clit’ would be much more fitting. It’s petite, sensitive, just like a girl’s—and it brings you so much pleasure.">> Her words resonate deeply, the notion at once comforting and strangely exciting. As her words settle over you, there’s a flicker of resistance—a small, instinctive pushback against her words. A part of you is still adjusting, still holding onto the remnants of what used to define you. But as you look into <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> eyes, warm and full of knowing, that hesitation begins to unravel. You realize that she isn’t mocking you; instead, she’s guiding you, helping you embrace this side of yourself with a grace and acceptance that only she could inspire. The comparison feels both humbling and oddly comforting, as if she’s giving you permission to just be—to embrace this softer, more vulnerable part of yourself. With a deep breath, you find yourself letting go, the last bit of resistance melting under her approving gaze. <<MCTalk "You’re right, Mistress.">> You say, voice barely above a whisper. <<MCTalk "It… it’s my clit.">> The words feel unfamiliar, even slightly jarring, but in that moment, they also feel undeniably true. <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> smile deepens, her pride in you radiating. <<AlexandraTalk "There’s my good girl. It’s natural, and it’s beautiful that you’re embracing this side of yourself so openly. Now get up and let me see that little, limp clit.">> Her approval wraps around you, and you feel a sense of calm settle within, a reassurance that you’re exactly where you’re meant to be. You get up wit a strange sense of excitement. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/MCLegs3.jpg" height=600></div> <<AlexandraTalk "Excellent, you look excellent. I'm so proud of you little one.">> Your cheeks flush at her words, a soothing sense of calm and love settling in your chest. Tonight, you feel utterly fulfilled—sexually, emotionally beneath her protective embrace, or to be more precise, nestled between <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> soft breasts. [[It is getting late.|CafeWaitress6][$p=12]] <<elseif $p eq 12>> As the night draws to a close, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> looks at you with a softness that makes your heart skip. <<AlexandraTalk "It’s getting late, darling. You should get home now and rest.">> You nod, feeling a mix of exhilaration and exhaustion settling over you. The evening has been transformative—so many new steps taken, from wearing stockings to calling your own penis a “clit” and the thrill of <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> boobjob. Tonight was undeniably different from anything you’ve ever experienced. <<AlexandraTalk "You can change back into your regular clothes. But you must wear stockings in your shifts from now on.">> She adds with a smile, sensing your relief at the prospect of slipping back into something familiar for your journey home. It feels comforting, like a gentle transition after an evening of such deep exploration. You thank her, heading to the guest bathroom, where you slip out of the delicate stockings and heels, carefully folding each piece as if they’re treasured items. When you return, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> is waiting by the penthouse door, her elegance casting an aura of quiet power in the dim lighting. She steps close, her fingers brushing gently over your cheek before she presses a warm, lingering kiss there. The softness of her touch sends a wave of reassurance through you—a silent acknowledgment of all the newness you’ve taken on this evening. <<AlexandraTalk "Next time, my sweet girl, it’ll be my turn to be pleasured. I’ll expect you to be ready to give yourself fully.">> You feel a fluttering mix of nerves and excitement, the thought of pleasing her, of stepping even further into your new role, filling you with anticipation. <<MCTalk "I would love that, Mistress. Thank you for tonight. I feel… really good.">> With a gentle nod, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> releases you, watching as you step out into the hall. The door closes softly behind you, and as you make your way to the elevator, there’s a quiet sense of accomplishment that settles over you. Tonight was a milestone—each step taken a new thread in the fabric of who you’re becoming. [[Go Home.|CafeWaitress6][$p=13]] <<elseif $p eq 13>> As you step out into the cool night air, the evening settles over you like a weighted, comforting blanket. You walk toward the bus stop, feeling the remnants of the strongest orgasm you’ve ever had pulsing softly within you, leaving you with a satisfying ache. The sense of fulfillment <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> evoked tonight is something you never anticipated, and you are deeply glad that you and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> agreed to this arrangement. It feels like a step into something you’d only dreamed of, a way to fully explore desires you barely recognized before. College has changed you much more than you could ever imagine! <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/MCLegs4.jpg" height=600></div> Thinking back, the stockings were a small but strikingly sensual addition. They made you feel more elegant, more feminine—even more daring—and you can still feel their silky embrace on your legs. The way <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> admired you in them only made it better, and you can’t help but smile to yourself, already wondering how you’ll feel when you wear them again. You feel you are ready to expand your wardrobe after tonight... <<FemininityIncrease 1>> And <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>… The mere thought of seeing him on that screen, his size, his power—everything about him awakened something in you that you can’t quite put into words. It’s more than admiration of his huge cock; it’s the rush of comparison, of recognizing your own smaller clit and finding strange, undeniable satisfaction in it. The memory of that video, of <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> gaze as she held you to that comparison, leaves you breathless even now. But then there’s tomorrow. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> had mentioned another change to your outfit, and as you approach the bus stop, your heart skips a beat, trying to imagine what it might be. You don’t know what she has in store, but part of you is already waiting, eager, for whatever she deems the next step. Your trust in your Mistress never failed you, yet... <<link[[You arrive at your place.|My Room]]>><<set $p to 1>> <<set $awquest to 12>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> You meet <liya>Liya</liya> and <jia>Jia</jia> at the mall on a bright Sunday morning, already feeling the buzz of the crowd around you. Both of them are waiting outside the café, and <liya>Liya</liya> waves you over enthusiastically as soon as she spots you. <<LiyaTalk "There she is! <<if $photoclub7 eq 'MC'>>Our little star.<</if>>">> She smirks, her eyes sparkling with excitement, and gives you a hug as soon as you reach them. <jia>Jia</jia> follows, pulling you in for a gentler, warm hug. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Liya13.jpg" height=500></div> As you settle in with your drinks, <liya>Liya</liya> leans forward, looking at you with a knowing glint in her eye. <<LiyaTalk "So, spill. Did that last photo give you the edge for your date with Jessica? We want details.">> You feel a blush creep up, but you can’t help the grin on your face. <<MCTalk "Oh, it was a total blast. She absolutely loved it, and, well... let’s just say we had a lot of fun that night. Thanks for pushing me to send it.">> <liya>Liya</liya> laughs, giving you a playful nudge. <<LiyaTalk "See? I knew it! And here you were, hesitating. It’s all about confidence, $femname.">> <jia>Jia</jia> smiles too, her expression softer. <<JiaTalk "I’m glad it went well. Jessica seems like she’s really there for you.">> <liya>Liya’s</liya> eyes narrow with intrigue. <<LiyaTalk "Yeah, so how’s she been handling your little... transition from, well, a regular 18-year-old guy to our sweet sissy $femname?">> You take a sip of your coffee, choosing your words carefully. <<MCTalk "She’s actually been amazing about it. She’s bisexual, so she’s always been supportive. Honestly, I think she loves me for who I am, and she’s completely on board with my new identity.">> They both exchange approving looks, and <jia>Jia’s</jia> smile grows. <<JiaTalk "That’s so nice to hear. It sounds like she’s accepting you as fully as we do. I mean, having that support from your partner is everything, right?">> <<MCTalk "Exactly! I feel really lucky.">> Inside, you feel a little flicker of anticipation, remembering everything that "support" has led to, but you keep those details close. <liya>Liya</liya>, grinning, pats your hand. <<LiyaTalk "Well, good. You deserve to have someone cheering you on every step of the way. And if she’s backing you, then I think you’re set.">> Their excitement and support fill you with gratitude—there’s a warmth in knowing how they’ve embraced you fully as <mc>$femname</mc>, just like <jessica>Jessica</jessica> has. [[Thinking about Jess sparks another idea.|Jia Mall8][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> The idea hits you as you sit there, remembering how <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> had asked for a selfie earlier in the week. You feel a little flutter in your chest at the thought, and you decide to seize the opportunity. <<MCTalk "Hey, um, do you think we could head to your place?">> You ask, glancing from <liya>Liya</liya> to Jia, trying to sound casual. <<MCTalk "I was thinking maybe you could show me a few tips, Liya... you know, for taking enticing photos. Just to, uh, keep things interesting with Jessica.">> <liya>Liya’s</liya> eyes light up, and she grins knowingly. <<LiyaTalk "Of course! Always happy to help our girl get her angles right. Jia and I know a thing or two.">> <jia>Jia</jia> nods, chuckling softly. With flushed cheeks she is on board with the idea. <<JiaTalk "Sounds like a fun little project.">> The three of you make your way to the bus stop, exchanging casual chatter and laughing about small things along the way. <liya>Liya</liya> keeps nudging you with playful encouragement, telling you that you’re going to be “a natural” by the time they’re done with you. <jia>Jia</jia>, meanwhile, just smiles and occasionally offers advice, reminding you how confident you look lately. By the time you arrive at <liya>Liya</liya> and <jia>Jia’s</jia> place, you feel both nervous and excited. Inside, their cozy living room feels like a safe space, and you’re grateful for their help, especially with the real reason for your sudden interest in selfies lingering in the back of your mind. <liya>Liya</liya> says with a wink, gesturing for you to stand in the center of the room. <<LiyaTalk "I’ll teach you a few tricks that’ll drive Jessica wild—or, you know, anyone else you might be aiming to impress.">> You feel a little thrill at her words, and a smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you prepare to learn from the best. In the living room, <liya>Liya</liya> circles around you, eyeing you up and down with a thoughtful expression. She flashes a confident smile, hands on her hips. <<LiyaTalk "Alright, $femname, you’ve got your own assets, and that’s what matters. Angles are going to be your best friend here, especially to show off that waist, those legs, and that cute butt.">> With a dramatic sigh, she tucks her hair behind her ear. She grabs her own ample chest with a chuckle. <<LiyaTalk "Not all of us are blessed with these babies, so, let’s work with what you’ve got—and trust me, it’s plenty.">> You nod, feeling a bit shy yet eager to learn. <liya>Liya</liya> moves beside you, holding up her phone. <<LiyaTalk "First thing, we need to nail that waist. Here, try facing the camera at a slight angle—not full-on, that’s too direct. Now turn a bit. See? It highlights your waist and makes your legs look longer. You’ve got that natural curve; it just needs the right frame.">> You follow her instructions, experimenting with different stances. With each slight adjustment, you feel yourself growing more comfortable, almost like you’re transforming in front of your friends’ approving eyes. <jia>Jia</jia>, who’s been watching quietly, finally steps in. <<JiaTalk "For you, your waist and legs are great focuses, but your butt can be a star, too. That can make a shot look… well, let’s just say memorable.">> You blush but nod eagerly, positioning yourself as they suggest. <liya>Liya</liya> has you sit on the edge of the couch, then twist slightly with one knee lifted, looking over your shoulder for a slightly coy expression. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Liya14.jpg" height=600></div> <<LiyaTalk "See? This pose gives a hint of everything without going overboard. Plus, it shows off your best angles.">> She gives you a proud nod, and you find yourself grinning, surprised at how well you look in the shots. <mc><i>I think I did really well with my selfie to Mr. Brown. I'm a natural!</i></mc> Then, <jia>Jia</jia> joins in, explaining how she herself works with her curves. <<JiaTalk "So I focus more on my, um, backside. Not that I have a choice. Especially using mirrors make wonders. Here, let me show you what I mean.">> <jia>Jia</jia> demonstrates a couple of poses she’s used in her own selfies, turning and letting you see how a slight arch and shift of her hip emphasizes her figure, without being too obvious. You try it yourself, feeling a little bolder as you experiment under their watchful, encouraging eyes. Finally, as things begin to wind down, <liya>Liya</liya> glances over at <jia>Jia</jia> with a mischievous grin. <<LiyaTalk "Hey, why don’t you show $femname that last selfie you sent me? It’s a prime example of good angles and mirrors.">> <jia>Jia</jia> looks taken aback, her cheeks tinged with pink. She bites her lip, clearly wavering between embarrassment and the fun of showing off. <<JiaTalk "Oh, I—well…">> <jia>Jia</jia> hesitates, holding her phone close and glancing at you both, but under <liya>Liya’s</liya> playful insistence and your own curious grin, she finally relents. <<JiaTalk "Alright, alright… but only because you both won’t let up.">> [[She taps her phone and turns it around to show you the selfie.|Jia Mall8][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> The image is stunning. <jia>Jia</jia> stands in their softly lit bedroom, completely nude, her body framed just right. She’s facing slightly to the side, her curvy silhouette captured in the mirror behind her. Her big, round ass takes center stage. Her fat ass obscures her pussy and butthole in a way that feels both bold and coy. She’s smiling sweetly, almost innocently, and though her hand is lifted to obscure part of her chest in the mirror’s reflection, you can still see the outline of her small boobs, a teasing hint of her natural beauty. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/JiaSelfie2.jpg" height=600></div> You’re left a bit awestruck, unable to tear your eyes away. Seeing <jia>Jia</jia>—this redheaded beauty with such a radiant, curvy figure—feels almost surreal. But what hits you next is the realization that you could pull off a similar shot. Your waist, your developing curves… with the right angle, you could capture a similarly enticing photo, your own curves obscuring your "intimate areas" like <jia>Jia’s</jia> did. <liya>Liya</liya>, as usual, breaks the reverie, letting out a low whistle. <<link[[Focus on impressing Jessica.|Jia Mall8]]>><<set $p to 4>><<set $jiamall8choice to 1>><</link>> <<link[[You accidently compliment Jia's ass.|Jia Mall8]]>><<set $p to 4>><<set $jiamall8choice to 2>><</link>> <<link[[You are speechless.|Jia Mall8]]>><<set $p to 4>><<set $jiamall8choice to 3>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 4>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/JiaSelfie2.jpg" height=600></div> <<if $jiamall8choice eq 1>> Your cheeks flush as you take another glance at the photo, then back at <jia>Jia</jia>. You can’t help but let out a small laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. <<MCTalk "If I can pull off even a tenth of this, Jessica’s going to lose her mind.">> <jia>Jia's</jia> blush deepens, and she shifts her weight, clearly flattered but also a little shy. <<JiaTalk "Oh, I don’t know about that… but thank you.">> <liya>Liya</liya> jumps in with a teasing grin, her tone light and playful. <<LiyaTalk "Lose her mind? Girl, she’d go feral. But Jia’s right—it takes practice. And, lucky for you, you’ve got us as your coaches.">> You nod eagerly, still trying to absorb how effortless Jia makes it all seem. <<MCTalk "Seriously, though, this is next-level. I didn’t even think about how much work goes into making something like this look so good.">> <jia>Jia</jia> smiles warmly, the earlier awkwardness replaced by a quiet confidence. <<JiaTalk "It’s not all that hard once you get the hang of it. You already have a great base to work with. You just need to find the right angles that show off your best features.">> <liya>Liya</liya> nudges your shoulder, winking. <<LiyaTalk "And trust me, you’ve got plenty to work with. You’ll be a pro in no time. You’ve got the legs, the waist—and believe me, if you angle that cute ass right, it’s gonna drive her wild. Just like this one did to me...">> <jia>Jia</jia> adds, her tone soft but encouraging, <<JiaTalk "And if you ever need help, just ask. I’d be happy to give you tips.">> Her kindness makes your heart flutter, and for a moment, you feel a renewed sense of confidence. <<elseif $jiamall8choice eq 2>> You lean back slightly, exhaling a playful sigh as you look at <jia>Jia's</jia> photo once more. Turning to her, you can’t help but grin, your cheeks warm. <<MCTalk "Okay, I need a serious lesson if I’m ever going to come close to this level of amazing. You’ve set the bar way too high, Jia. I mean, look at you—you’re absolutely stunning!">> <jia>Jia's</jia> soft laugh fills the room, her blush growing deeper as her fingers tuck a stray strand of her red hair behind her ear. <<JiaTalk "Oh, stop… you’re just being sweet. But thank you.">> <liya>Liya</liya>, leaning casually against the bed, arches an eyebrow and smirks, her tone playful. <<LiyaTalk "‘Stunning’ is putting it lightly. Jia’s photo isn’t just hot—it’s art. Like, if this were in a gallery, I’d pay admission to see it.">> You laugh nervously, glancing back at <jia>Jia's</jia> photo, then at her. <<MCTalk "Well, it’s true. The way you pose... it’s like every part of you knows how to grab attention without trying too hard. I don’t think I could ever... pull that off.">> <jia>Jia</jia> shakes her head, her smile soft and reassuring. <<JiaTalk "You could. Honestly, you’ve already got what it takes—it’s just about finding your confidence. Believe me, your waist, your legs... if you worked with the angles, you’d have people staring for all the right reasons.">> Feeling bolder, you add without thinking: <<MCTalk "And your curves… I mean, uh—how you use them! It’s like a masterclass. I’d, um, kill for tips on that.">> Your face burns as the words tumble out, but <jia>Jia</jia> only giggles, her eyes sparkling. <<JiaTalk "You’re adorable. And don’t worry, I can teach you. It’s not as hard as it looks, I promise.">> <liya>Liya</liya>, as usual, jumps in with her signature teasing grin, cutting through the flustered atmosphere. <<LiyaTalk "You’ve got the legs, the waist—and believe me, if you angle that cute ass of yours just right, it’s game over.">> You let out a laugh, still feeling a little self-conscious, but <liya>Liya's</liya> smirk softens as she nudges you playfully. <<LiyaTalk "Jia’s being modest, though. She’s spent hours perfecting those poses, my personal model. But with the right lighting and a little guidance, trust me, you’ll have Jessica drooling.">> <jia>Jia</jia> giggles, but her smile turns slightly bashful as she waves <liya>Liya</liya> off. <<JiaTalk "Oh, come on, Liya. I’m not trying to be a model or anything. I just… like taking photos sometimes.">> <liya>Liya</liya> crosses her arms, a mischievous glint in her eye. <<LiyaTalk "Yeah, yeah. That’s what you say. But you sure do light up when I pull out the camera. Face it, Jia—you love being in front of the lens. It’s only a matter of time before I convince you to join me in the modeling world.">> <jia>Jia</jia> shakes her head, laughing softly as her blush deepens. You laugh nervously, still feeling a mix of flattery and embarrassment. <<MCTalk "Okay, okay, enough teasing Jia, I really do want to learn. Jessica deserves something... special, you know? Something that’ll blow her away.">> <jia>Jia's</jia> smile softens as she tilts her head thoughtfully. <<JiaTalk "That’s sweet of you. And trust me, you’ve got it in you to pull it off. It’s just about practice—finding the right angles and knowing how to carry yourself. You don’t have to overthink it.">> <liya>Liya</liya> grins, leaning closer with her signature teasing tone. <<LiyaTalk "And confidence. Don’t forget confidence. Pose like you know you’re irresistible. Jessica won’t stand a chance. You’ve got the legs, the waist, and if you use that cute ass of yours more—game over.">> You can’t help but laugh, shaking your head. <<JiaLove 1>> <<elseif $jiamall8choice eq 3>> You stare at the photo, your breath catching in your throat. The curve of <jia>Jia's</jia> hips, the softness of her silhouette, and the way her pose exudes both confidence and sweetness—it’s all so intoxicating. You can’t help but feel a wave of heat rise in your chest as your gaze lingers on her plump, round ass, perfectly framed in the mirror’s glow. Your thoughts race as you imagine how it would feel to capture such an image of yourself, how it might feel to have that same kind of magnetic presence. But another thought sneaks in, one you can’t fully suppress: the sheer beauty of <jia>Jia's</jia> body, her confidence, and how effortlessly alluring she is. Your fingers twitch slightly as you force yourself to look away from the screen, feeling your cheeks burn. <<MCTalk "That’s… wow.">> <jia>Jia</jia> blushes, offering a modest smile. <<JiaLove 1>> <<JiaTalk "Thanks. I mean, it’s just about finding the right angle and lighting. You could totally pull off something like this.">> You nod, not trusting yourself to say much more. <liya>Liya</liya>, sensing your reaction, smirks knowingly. <<LiyaTalk "Yeah, Jia’s got that magic touch, huh? But don’t worry—we’ll get you there. I promise.">> You glance at <jia>Jia</jia> again, and your heart skips a beat when you catch her soft smile, her warmth radiating even in the midst of your quiet admiration. It’s impossible not to compare yourself to her, but something about her gentle confidence makes you want to embrace your own potential. Then <liya>Liya</liya> leans closer, her tone turning teasing. <<LiyaTalk "$femname, imagine what a photo like this would do to Jessica. You’ve got the legs, the waist—and believe me, if you angle that cute ass right, it’s gonna drive her wild. Just like this one did to me...">> You swallow hard, your heart racing. As much as you want to emulate <jia>Jia's</jia> confidence, a part of you can’t stop admiring her quiet, radiant allure. <</if>> [[You need to go and see Jessica.|Jia Mall8][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> You need to go and see <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. As you gather your things and get ready to leave for your date, <jia>Jia’s</jia> phone chimes with a message, quickly followed by another from <liya>Liya’s</liya>. They both glance down, reading in silence before looking at each other with an odd expression. Curious, you ask. <<MCTalk "What was that about?">> <<LiyaTalk "Oh, just Ethan. He’s canceling the modeling club for tomorrow.">> <<MCTalk "He didn’t text me.">> You blink, a bit surprised. <jia>Jia</jia> gives a small shrug, flashing you an innocent smile. <<JiaTalk "Probably just an oversight. Maybe he figured you'd find out through us.">> You think about it for a moment, but with your date with <jessica>Jessica</jessica> coming up, you let it slide. Besides, spending a few hours practicing poses today with <jia>Jia</jia> and <liya>Liya</liya> has you feeling more prepared and hornier than ever. You give each of them a warm hug goodbye. <<MCTalk "Thanks again for today. It was… well, eye-opening,">> You say with a grin. <liya>Liya</liya> winks. <<LiyaTalk "You better show us some proof it helped, $femname! And hey, don’t forget we’re still hoping to meet Jessica soon. She sounds awesome.">> <jia>Jia</jia> nods, her smile soft. <<JiaTalk "Yeah, really. From everything you’ve told us, it sounds like we’d all get along great.">> You promise to bring it up with <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, a bit excited yourself at the thought of all of you together, before stepping out of their apartment. <<link[[Go Home.|My Room]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>> <<set $jiaquest to 9>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> As you step into <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> apartment, you can feel an unusual energy in the air. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> greets you with her familiar, warm smile, but there’s a flicker of something more in her expression—excitement, maybe, but mixed with an undercurrent of suspense. She’s dressed in her usual casual clothes, a snug sweater and jeans, as if trying to keep things grounded. You both settle in the living room, chatting over small talk, but there’s an edge to it, each of you aware of something unsaid. Finally, you can’t hold it back anymore, and the question tumbles out almost without thinking, <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date73.jpg" height=500></div> <<MCTalk "Have you… seen Mr. Brown after signing the contract?">> <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> eyes meet yours, and a faint smile tugs at her lips as she nods. <<JessicaTalk "Yeah, actually. I saw him in the office yesterday. But nothing... like that happened, if that’s what you’re thinking. I was alone with him in his office, and I tried being a little flirty, just to see how he’d respond… but he didn’t let it go anywhere.">> <<MCTalk "You are still getting denied huh?">> <<JessicaTalk "Yeah, he told me to keep practicing with my dildo. Work on my deepthroat skills and tongue action.">> The sense of being controlled and restrained in her words sends a spark of excitement through you, and before you can stop yourself, you murmur. <<MCTalk "That… that’s actually kind of… hot.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> glances at you, a flicker of curiosity in her eyes. <<JessicaTalk "So… did you spend any time with Alexandra?">> The question hangs in the air, and you can tell she’s genuinely interested in hearing every detail. Feeling a rush of excitement, you nod, the words coming out in a quiet admission. <<MCTalk "Yeah… she, um, actually made me cum yesterday. She licked my... my penis. And she gave me a boobjob with her huge tits.">> Saying it aloud makes the memory more vivid, and the thrill of it all starts to surface again. <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> eyes widen, and she leans closer, hanging on every word. There’s a glimmer of fascination mixed with something else—envy. <<JessicaTalk "She did? Oh my god… that’s incredible. You know, I can’t lie… I’m a little jealous. I wish Mr. Brown would let me do that too…">> A warm feeling spreads in your chest at her words, knowing she’s as drawn into this dynamic as you are, yet in her own way. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> seems to catch herself, shaking her head slightly as if to push that thought aside. <<JessicaTalk "Oh! Alexandra, our new 'mistress', instructed me to give you a blowjob and empty your balls today.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> says, looking at you with a gleam of excitement. Her voice drops, almost conspiratorial. <<JessicaTalk "But… there’s something else we need to do, too. After the blowjob.">> A playful, secretive smile creeps onto <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> lips, and she doesn’t offer any more explanation. Your curiosity instantly flares, and you try to get more out of her, leaning in, a teasing grin on your face. <<MCTalk "Come on, what is it? You have to tell me.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> shakes her head, her expression one of stubborn amusement. <<JessicaTalk "Nope. Not yet. Let’s just say it’s… an extra step Alexandra thinks is crucial.">> You let out a frustrated laugh and playfully poke her side, testing her resolve. <<MCTalk "You’re not getting off that easy, Jess.">> You decide to ramp it up with a few light tickles along her waist. She squirms, laughing but quickly swats your hands away, finally shaking her head in defeat. <<JessicaTalk "Alright, alright, stop! Just trust me—you'll see yourself soon enough.">> She’s still smiling, but there’s a hint of something serious in her eyes now. A mischievous energy passes between you as you both exchange a look, understanding you’re about to take a big step together. [[Undress for your blowjob!|JessicaDate15][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> Wordlessly, you both start to slip out of your clothes right there in the living room, each of you moving slowly, deliberately, letting the excitement build. You glance at her, unable to hold back the flood of feelings—relief, thrill, and an overwhelming sense of satisfaction, knowing you’re about to experience her mouth and all its tenderness and skill, even as your journey into this new dynamic continues. The air between you feels charged, full of unspoken anticipation as you both strip away the last of your clothing, ready for whatever awaits. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaSex2.mp4"/></div> As <jessica>Jessica</jessica> leans in, her eyes gleam with both affection and a hint of pride. She takes you in with ease, every practiced movement more skilled than the last time. Her mouth is warm, her tongue teasing every inch with focused attention, and for a moment, you’re overwhelmed by the intimacy of it all. The sensations are so intense that, despite your best efforts, you feel your release building far sooner than expected. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaSex.mp4"/></div> The pleasure crests quickly, and before you know it, you’re unable to hold back. <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, fully prepared for this, doesn’t miss a beat. She swallows gracefully, her lips still wrapped around you, drawing every bit of pleasure from you until you’re utterly spent. The warmth of her touch and the skill with which she’s honed this intimacy leaves you in a state of complete bliss. As you come back to your senses, you watch as she lets a bit of your release drip playfully over her chest, catching the glistening droplets on her skin. She glances up at you, her smile both affectionate and teasing. <<JessicaTalk "I think I’ll need to brush my teeth after that">> She says with a wink, reaching out to brush her fingers along your flushed cheek.She stands, stretching before heading towards the bathroom. <<JessicaTalk "Wait for me in my bedroom.">> You nod, watching as she disappears down the hall, leaving you with the lingering warmth of her touch and the memory of that incredible closeness. [[Go to her bedroom.|JessicaDate15][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>><<set $arousal to 0>> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> returns, her figure soft and inviting in a delicate pink lingerie set that catches the dim light of her bedroom. The pink lace wraps around her gently, softening her in a way that feels both intimate and comforting. Her presence feels grounding, her natural warmth filling the room, yet you can sense an underlying tension in the air. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date74.jpg" height=500></div> She sits on the edge of the bed, her gaze tender as she motions for you to join her. When you do, she takes your hand, her fingers lacing through yours, a loving smile on her lips. Her gentle tone feels grounding, and there’s a clear intention behind her words. <<JessicaTalk "Alexandra gave me something. She… she believes this thing will help both of us move forward, help us grow even close. Alexandra says this is going to help with your sensitivity too, you know, helping you not prematurely cum every time…">> A delicate pause hangs in the air, and you feel her hand squeeze yours, a quiet reassurance. You shift slightly, curiosity pulling at you, yet there’s something in <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> manner that keeps you grounded. Her words roll over you in a mixture of warmth and intrigue, and you can’t help but lean in, absorbing every bit of this unfamiliar situation. Her words bring a twinge of anticipation mixed with a slight pang of apprehension, yet you can feel the intention behind them—the nurturing promise of growth, of exploration. <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> hand, warm and steady in yours, holds you there, her thumb tracing small, comforting circles on the back of your hand. As she speaks, she lets the words sink in slowly, each sentence drawing you further into the moment. She pauses, her smile taking on a more loving quality as she says, <<JessicaTalk "Alexandra made it very clear this is something that will bring us closer. Something… that will help us both connect more deeply, especially in this new way.">> Her words are tantalizingly vague, but the look in her eyes is full of warmth and trust, grounding you as her intentions unfold gently, like she’s carefully unwrapping this moment just for the two of you. <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> gaze softens as she leans forward, placing a light, affectionate kiss on your cheek. <<JessicaTalk "Are you ready to trust us with this?">> She asks, her voice holding a quiet strength, her hand resting softly on yours. The question hovers, infused with her gentle love, as if inviting you to step fully into this new chapter, wherever it might lead. A swell of gratitude fills your chest as you look into <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> eyes. <<MCTalk "I trust you, Jess. And… I trust Alexandra.">> The words come out steady, even though a subtle tension flickers within you, tiny ripples of anxious uncertainty mingling with the quiet excitement of <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> soft embrace. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> gives a gentle nod, her smile softening as she stands, gliding over to her drawer. You watch her silhouette as she reaches in, your gaze drifting over her pink lingerie—a set clearly meant to comfort and allure, her presence exuding warmth and reassurance. She takes a small item from the drawer, concealing it in her hand, then turns to face you, stepping back toward the bed with a look both tender and determined. [[Jessica finally shows it.|JessicaDate15][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> Her eyes meet yours as she holds out the item—a delicate, pale-pink chastity cage, its smooth contours contrasting with the small, silver key resting beside it. It’s delicate, almost ornamental, yet its purpose stirs a shock through you, a flutter of disbelief rising as you try to process what this actually is. You glance up at <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, hoping to read a different intention in her eyes, but her expression holds an unwavering softness, rooted in understanding yet undeniably resolute. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaKeyholder.jpg" height=500></div> <<JessicaTalk "This is a chastity cage, sweetheart. And Alexandra asked me to… help you wear it today. It’s meant to… keep you in check, help us follow her guidance. She wants this for us. For our growth, for us to grow closer in our new connection.">> Her voice is calm, gentle, nearly reverent, like she’s sharing a sacred secret. Your heart races, the words sinking in slowly, bringing a wave of apprehension that you struggle to push down. She watches you, her gaze unwavering, as if willing you to understand, but all you feel is a spike of vulnerability, the weight of this new step pressing down on your shoulders. Your mind whirls—questions, second thoughts, a flash of embarrassment you can’t hide from yourself. The thought of being… locked, restricted in this way, stirs a panic within you, one that’s difficult to dismiss. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> senses it, her hand moving to rest softly on your shoulder, her thumb tracing soothing circles that send warmth through your skin. <<MCTalk "Do I get locked away?">> <<JessicaTalk "Hey, I know this is… big. And it’s new. But it’s part of us now, our journey with Alexandra, with Andre. Think of it as a way to bring us closer. It’s not just a lock; it’s… a promise. One that says we’re both here, learning, growing, deepening our trust. And you already signed the contract, do you want to leave so soon?">> Her words settle in, grounding you, though the apprehension doesn’t fade completely. You look down at the cage, the symbol of this new trust and control, feeling your breathing steady but shallow. The idea… the thought of <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>—and by extension, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> —having that level of authority over your arousal, your very intimacy, is terrifying but also electrifying in a way you never anticipated. And <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> hands, always warm and familiar, make it feel… safer, somehow. <<JessicaTalk "This will help you, babe. With your sensitive dick, with finding your new place.">> <<link[[Accept with hesitation.|JessicaDate15]]>><<set $p to 5>><<set $jessicadate15firstchoice to 1>><</link>> <<link[[Embrace submission.|JessicaDate15]]>><<set $p to 5>><<set $jessicadate15firstchoice to 2>><</link>> <<link[[Try to resist|JessicaDate15]]>><<set $p to 5>><<set $jessicadate15firstchoice to 3>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 5>> <<if $jessicadate15firstchoice eq 1>> As she strokes your arm, she leans close, her breath a whisper against your cheek. She continues softly, and the tender authority in her voice, paired with her gentle encouragement, offers you an unexpected relief. <mc><i>How will I cum, when will Alexandra unlock me? Will I get to fuck Jessica ever again?</i></mc> A small voice inside you still stirs with doubt and anxiety. But <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> patient, steady presence and <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> promise of guidance begin to shift your hesitation, calming your mind enough to see the value <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> envisioned for this new commitment. <mc><i>Alexandra gave me my best orgasm yesterday, trusting her never hurt me yet....</i></mc> <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> confidence grounds you, and the warmth of her hand, her closeness, softens the fear that had seemed so overwhelming only a moment ago. You close your eyes, breathing in deeply, feeling the care in her words and touch. You think of yesterday night. How <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> made you have the best orgasm in your life. How she is helping you in every aspect of your life and how much you love being around her. How much you trust her... The idea of giving in, of letting go, begins to settle more comfortably, like an unfamiliar yet fitting new part of you. <<MCTalk "Fine, let me put it on. I'm sure Alexandra has something more planned for me.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> watches you carefully, a gentle patience in her gaze as she hands you the cage. You hesitate, fingers brushing over the cool, pink plastic, feeling its weight and meaning settle over you. There’s a rush of mortification, a sinking feeling of vulnerability mixed with the undeniable curiosity tugging at your mind. You glance up at her, searching her face, hoping to find reassurance—and she’s right there, her smile warm and unyielding, her eyes softly encouraging. <<JessicaTalk "This isn’t something you’re facing alone, I looked up everything on how to make this easier for you, every step. Just take your time… it’s all part of the trust we’re building.">> <<elseif $jessicadate15firstchoice eq 2>> <<JessicaTalk "This will help you, babe. With your sensitive dick, with finding your new place.">> You feel a flicker of warmth in your chest at her words. Her confidence and patience anchor you, filling the room with a sense of quiet reassurance. There’s no hesitation in her tone, no doubt in her gaze. She believes in this—believes in you. <mc><i>Jessica trusts Alexandra. And I trust them both. Alexandra knows what's best for me… she always has.</i></mc> The memory of <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> commanding presence and her ability to draw the deepest pleasure out of you flashes through your mind. Last night wasn’t just about physical release—it was transformative, a step toward something new, something better. <mc><i>If she thinks this is the next step for me, then it must be. Jessica’s right here with me, too. I don’t need to fight this… I can just let go.</i></mc> You turn to <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, meeting her steady gaze. There’s a small smile on her lips, a softness in her eyes that soothes every lingering doubt. <<MCTalk "Alright, Jessica. Let’s do it. I want to make you and Alexandra proud.">> Her expression brightens with approval, a mix of pride and affection lighting up her face. The warmth in her gaze feels like a reward in itself, filling you with a sense of fulfillment and belonging. <<JessicaTalk "That’s my good sissy. You’re doing so well already, following exactly how Alexandra and I know you would. I’m proud of you.">> <<JessicaLove 1>> Her words land like a soothing balm on your lingering anxieties, each syllable making you feel more cherished, more whole. The way she says it—"my good sissy"—makes something inside you flutter, a mix of pride and vulnerability. She hands you the cage, her touch lingering just long enough to send a gentle thrill through you. The cool plastic feels strange in your palm, but there’s no hesitation now—only a sense of inevitability and submission. Her approval radiates through her smile and the gentle way her fingers remain on yours, grounding you in this moment. <<MCTalk "I’m ready. I trust you, baby. And I trust our Mistress.">> <<JessicaTalk "Good. Let’s make sure it fits perfectly. You deserve nothing less.">> Her hands settle reassuringly on your shoulders, grounding you further. The connection between the two of you feels almost electric, her guidance wrapping around you like a comforting embrace. The way she reinforces your choice, praising you every step of the way, makes your chest swell with pride. <<elseif $jessicadate15firstchoice eq 3>> Your fingers brush over the cage, the cool plastic sending a chill up your arm. The weight of the moment presses down on you, and for a second, it feels overwhelming. <<MCTalk "Jessica… I don’t know if I can do this. It’s… it’s too much.">> <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> smile falters, and her brow furrows slightly. She steps closer, her hand resting gently on your arm, her eyes searching yours. <<JessicaTalk "Babe, we talked about this. We signed the agreement. You signed the agreement, remember?">> Her voice is calm but firm, her disappointment palpable—not harsh but laden with meaning. You wince, the warmth she radiated moments ago now tinged with quiet resolve. Her words bring a vivid memory rushing back. The agreement, two days ago. <b>Mistress reserves the right to determine when, how, and if $name ‘$femname’ Anderson is permitted to experience any form of sexual release or satisfaction.</b> The weight of those words felt abstract at the time, almost surreal. Now, they hang heavy in the air between you. <<JessicaTalk "But if you can’t even take this first step, then… maybe we were wrong about this arrangement. Maybe this isn’t something you’re ready for. I don’t know where this leaves us.">> The thought hits you like a jolt, your stomach churning at the idea of disappointing <jessica>Jessica</jessica>—or worse, losing her. The vision of <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> warm, commanding presence flickers in your mind, alongside the possibility of letting her down too. <<JessicaTalk "Are you sure you want to end this before it even begins? I thought we were doing this together.">> Her voice wavers just slightly at the end, a hint of vulnerability peeking through her otherwise calm demeanor. It stirs something inside you—a deep fear of losing everything this new arrangement promises, but also a memory from last night. <mc><i>Last night… Alexandra pressed me against her, her warmth and softness surrounding me. The way she guided me with her voice, her body, her hands. The way she made me feel like I was floating. Like I could trust her completely. Her breasts, her scent, her words—everything about her made me feel safe and alive.</i></mc> You exhale deeply, trying to shake the doubt from your mind. <mc><i>Alexandra gave me the most incredible experience of my life. And this is all she’s asking in return? A small sacrifice to show I trust her? To show I’m willing to grow for Jessica too?</i></mc> You look up at <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, who’s waiting with a mixture of hope and hurt in her eyes. <<MCTalk "You’re right. I’m sorry, Jessica. I—I trust you and Alexandra. I’ll do it.">> Her expression softens, and the warm smile returns, this time tinged with relief. She steps closer, cupping your cheek with her hand. <<JessicaTalk "I knew you’d come around. You just needed a moment to remember why we’re doing this. Thank you, babe. You won’t regret it—I promise.">> She picks up the cage and places it gently in your hands. <<JessicaTalk "Let’s do this together. I’ll guide you through every step, okay? You’re not alone in this.">> Her reassurance settles the last of your nerves. As you take the cage and begin to follow her instructions, you feel a renewed sense of purpose—not just for yourself but for the trust you’re building with both <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. <</if>> [[Put the cage on.|JessicaDate15][$p=6]] <<elseif $p eq 6>> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/College/Jessica/FirstTimeCage.mp4"/></div> Her hands settle reassuringly on your shoulders as you take a deep breath and slip the cage gently over your soft, vulnerable length. Her calm voice continues, guiding you through each step, explaining how it all fits together and reassuring you when your fingers falter. You feel an odd mix of trepidation and surrender, the cool plastic pressing softly yet firmly, a tangible reminder of this new commitment—a commitment to her, to <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, and, in a way, to this changing part of yourself. Finally, you reach for the small lock, holding it with a trembling hand. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> is close, her eyes bright with encouragement and unwavering faith. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/College/Jessica/FirstTimeCage2.mp4"/></div> As you push the lock into place, it clicks, soft yet definitive, a sound that resonates somewhere deeper, a subtle but powerful shift within. The act feels surreal, like a door closing behind you—a step taken that cannot be undone. <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> smile deepens as she reaches forward, her fingers brushing yours as she takes the small, silver key. She tucks it gently away, a gleam of satisfaction in her eyes. <<JessicaTalk "There, you did it. I’m proud of you.">> [[Move a bit to see how it feels.|JessicaDate15][$p=7]] <<elseif $p eq 7>> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/College/Jessica/FirstTimeCage3.mp4"/></div> <<MCTalk "It is more comfortable than I imagined. How does it look?">> <<JessicaTalk "It looks very cute and you look so sexy babe.">> She says softly, running her hand tenderly along your cheek, her thumb tracing soothing circles. With the cage in place, there’s an odd feeling, a strange new sensation, a persistent awareness of the snugness around you. Every slight movement seems to brush against it, each sensation underscoring a shift within, marking this moment in a way that feels inescapable yet strangely comforting. Instead of panic, there’s a settling feeling of submissiveness, a sense of being cradled in this choice, held in <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> love and <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> guidance. And while there’s a tinge of lingering embarrassment, the cage feels… manageable, not as terrifying as you’d feared. <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> fingers trace along your arm, and the tenderness in her touch leaves you feeling softer, more vulnerable, yet cocooned in an unexpected warmth. The blush remains, but it’s tempered by something gentler—acceptance, the first hint of ease in this strange new role. <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> gaze softens as she takes in the sight of you, her lips curling into a proud smile. <<JessicaTalk "Look at you, your cute little dick looks so perfect like this.">> Her voice is warm and encouraging, each word deepening your sense of surrender and trust. With a quiet, affirming nod, she takes her phone from the bedside table. <<JessicaTalk "I’m going to send a quick photo to Mistress Alexandra, as proof of your submission.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaKeyholder2.jpg" height=500></div> The phrase alone sends a surge of warmth through you, blending nerves with a strange, undeniable pride. <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> calm, confident gaze reinforces the significance of this moment, and you sit still as she snaps the picture, her smile widening with satisfaction. She sends the photo off and then turns back to you, her hands resting on your shoulders as she leans close. <<JessicaTalk "This is the start of something new, Mistress Alexandra and Mr. Brown… they see something in us. They know exactly what we need, even if it’s not what we imagined.">> You nod, feeling a swell of understanding, your heart racing at the thought of the guidance you’re receiving—even if it challenges you in ways you hadn’t expected. There’s a thrill in their control, in the deliberate restraint both you and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> are experiencing, each denied in different ways yet bound by a shared admiration and trust in your mentors. <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> fingers trail softly down your arm, her touch both grounding and electrifying. With a loving smile, she leans in and presses a tender kiss to your lips, soft and lingering. The gentle affection and warmth in her touch make you feel cherished, reinforcing the strength of your bond. As she pulls back, her eyes reflect a deep, unspoken promise that even as you both surrender to <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> and <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> guidance, your connection will only deepen, blossoming into something beautifully, uniquely yours. [[Jessica’s eyes sparkle with excitement as she looks at you, her gaze full of both love and a mischievous anticipation.|JessicaDate15][$p=8]] <<elseif $p eq 8>> <<JessicaTalk "Now that you’re locked up, Mistress has given us permission to have any kind of fun we want. As long as you stay in your little cage.">> Her words hang in the air, and you can feel your cheeks warm, the reality of the new restriction sinking in fully. You blink, caught off-guard, still piecing together the weight of what it means to be caged like this—an unmistakable reminder of both your commitment and your submission. As the realization settles, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> draws closer, her hands finding your face as she tilts it up to meet her gaze, her soft, warm touch grounding you in the moment. <<JessicaTalk "Would you like to make-out?">> She whispers, her voice tender and inviting, pulling you from your thoughts and back into the present. You nod, feeling her energy coaxing away your worries. The softness in her smile reassures you, and you meet her halfway as she leans in, her lips meeting yours in a slow, passionate kiss that feels like a balm against your uncertainties. You melt into her touch, letting yourself be swept up by her affection, the delicate brush of her hands exploring your back and shoulders. Each kiss grows in intensity, every soft, eager touch grounding you in <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> warmth and presence. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date75.jpg" height=500></div> <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> hands start to wander, gliding over your body in a way that makes you feel seen and desired. She pulls you closer, her fingers tracing the curve of your back, her touch electric and grounding all at once. <<JessicaTalk "You’re so beautiful like this.">> She murmurs, her words sending a shiver through you. Her hands explore with a gentle but deliberate touch, making you feel valued and cherished. Yet, as her touches grow more fervent, and her fingers trail down your sides, a familiar ache begins to stir within you, pressing against the confines of the cage. The sensation is strange—a heady mix of pleasure and frustration as your body responds, only to be denied by the cold, unyielding barrier now encasing your clit. You shift uncomfortably, the cage pressing down, and you wince as the pressure begins to grow. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> notices, her hand gently caressing your cheek as she draws back, her eyes full of understanding. <<JessicaTalk "I know it’s different, it’ll take time… but this is just the start. We’re doing this for us, remember?">> Her words soothe you, reminding you of the deeper purpose behind the cage, a testament to the bond you share. The arousal grows, each moment spent in her arms adding to the weight of the cage, amplifying the tantalizing ache that’s part desire, part denial. <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> hands trail down your chest, and her lips graze your neck, every touch intensifying the longing. But as the sensation becomes too much, you feel the pressure building until it’s nearly unbearable. With a shaky breath, you pull back slightly, meeting her gaze with a mix of frustration and acceptance. As the ache in the cage grows more intense, you take a shaky breath and pull back, feeling the mounting discomfort dampen your initial excitement. Your clit strains against its confines, pressing uncomfortably in the small cage, and you can feel it throbbing, desperate to be free but helplessly trapped. It’s both too much and not enough, and the contrast leaves you feeling frustrated and overwhelmed. You look up at <jessica>Jessica</jessica> with a mixture of longing and acceptance, your gaze silently conveying that you need to stop. <<MCTalk "Can we stop please? I need some time to adjust to this... cage...">> Seeing your discomfort, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> nods, her expression full of empathy. <<JessicaTalk "It’s okay, we’ll take it slow. There’s no rush.">> She places a gentle kiss on your forehead, then lets you slip from her embrace, her warmth lingering even as you move away. With a quiet sigh, you begin to dress, tugging your clothes back on as the residual frustration simmers within you. Every movement reminds you of the cage now hugging your clit, its unyielding presence asserting itself with every step. You glance back at <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, gratitude welling up as she smiles at you, her gaze still filled with that unwavering support. The tenderness in her eyes, her willingness to help you, makes you feel both humbled and deeply appreciative of this new depth in your relationship. [[Leave her place, lost in your thoughts.|JessicaDate15][$p=9]] <<elseif $p eq 9>> As you walk, a realization dawns: the cage, as uncomfortable as it is, might actually make things easier—especially when wearing that mini skirt just like <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> hinted at yesterday. The tiny skirt and heels seemed impossible without something like this to contain any unwanted… reactions. The thought both intrigues and unnerves you, as if you’re stepping further into your new identity in a way you hadn’t fully anticipated. Yet, with each step, a part of you softens, yielding to the strange comfort of letting go of control. The cage may be a small physical barrier, but it’s a constant reminder of the commitment you’ve made, not just to <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, but to the new direction <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> have set for you. The night air fills your lungs as you feel a curious mix of anticipation and surrender, wondering what other additions and instructions may await you in this new web of relationships. <<link[[You arrive home.|My Room]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $jessicaquest to 15>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $cage to "Pink Cage">> <</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> After class, your phone vibrates in your pocket, drawing you out of your thoughts. You pull it out and see a message from <ethan>Ethan</ethan>. <<EthanTalk "Hey, $femname, I need a hand at the studio today. Think you could be my assistant? Should be… an interesting shoot.">> Curious, especially since the modeling club was supposed to be off, you decide to check it out. You’ve learned better angles and lightning from <ethan>Ethan</ethan> here and there. But his message has you intrigued—and a little apprehensive. What could be so "interesting" that he needs your help this evening? You head over to the studio, pushing open the door to see <ethan>Ethan</ethan> already setting up lights around a plush set with a sleek sofa and a full-length mirror. The lighting is softer than usual, warm and inviting, creating a romantic mood. <ethan>Ethan</ethan> greets you with a nod, then gets straight to the point. <<EthanTalk "So, got an unusual one tonight, $femname. My client’s paying top dollar—she wants to do a sexy shoot to apply to one of the bigger adult film companies.">> You blink in surprise. <<MCTalk "Wait… she wants to be a pornstar? And she’s coming to you for… application photos?">> <ethan>Ethan</ethan> grins, shrugging. <<EthanTalk "Guess I’ve got a reputation for quality, huh? She wants to make sure she nails this shot at an audition. She’s paying a thousand bucks to make it perfect, and if you’re up for it, I’ll split it with you. Five hundred. All I need is a good assistant today—someone to handle camera angles and lighting adjustments. I’ll be handling the main shots, but I’ll need you to help keep it smooth.">> The offer is surprising and, if you’re honest, more than a little tempting. <<MCTalk "Five hundred… just for helping? I mean… I’ve never done anything like this before.">> <ethan>Ethan</ethan> chuckles, patting your shoulder reassuringly. <<EthanTalk "You’ll be fine. Follow my lead, stay professional, and you’ll be good. And you are my best photography student in this semester. You’d be surprised how much help a second person can be when you’re trying to perfect every shot.">> <<link[[After a brief pause, you nod, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves.|PhotoClub8]]>><<set $p to 2>><<set $v05EthanPorn to 1>><</link>> <<link[[After a brief pause, you reject.|PhotoClub8]]>><<set $p to 9>><<set $v05EthanPorn to 0>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 9>> <<MCTalk "Uhmm, no thank you Ethan. I don't feel comfortable with that.">> <<EthanTalk "Come on $femname. You already shot photos in the club. It will be similar. Nude photograpghy is something common.">> <<MCTalk "I think I will pass. See you next week Ethan.">> <<link[[Leave the Club.|City]]>><<set $photoquest to 9>><<set $p to 1>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $claraquest to 17>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 2>> <<MCTalk "Alright, I’m in.">> <ethan>Ethan</ethan> nods approvingly. <<EthanTalk "Good choice. This’ll be a bit of a learning experience—just remember, you’re here to assist. Let’s get things ready. She’ll be here in about fifteen minutes.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/EthanCamera3.jpg" height=400></div> The two of you set up the equipment together, arranging the lights and preparing the backdrops. As you work, you can’t shake a blend of nervous excitement, wondering just what you’re about to step into. The studio door opens, and a busty young woman with wavy brunette hair steps in, glancing around before her eyes land on <ethan>Ethan</ethan>. She’s dressed casually, in a fitted purple shirt and jeans, her look effortlessly pretty but undeniably sensual. Her voice has a slight tremor as she asks. <b>"Uh… is Mr. Sterling here?"</b> <ethan>Ethan</ethan> steps forward with a friendly smile. <<EthanTalk "Right here. Nice to meet you—I’m Ethan. This is my assistant, $femname.">> You give a polite nod, feeling a mix of nerves and intrigue as you introduce yourself for the first time with your new name. <<MCTalk "Hi, I’m $femname.">> The girl offers a friendly smile before <ethan>Ethan</ethan> continues, getting straight to the point. <<EthanTalk "Alright, so if you’re serious about getting into the porn business, you need to understand one thing: it’s a crowded field. Between platforms like NaughtyFans and Swiftgram, there are a lot of girls putting themselves out there. If you want to stand out, you’ll need to create images that are not only sensual but memorable—ones that showcase exactly why you’re here." >> The girl nods, her expression shifting to one of determination, as if she’s ready to take on any challenge he throws her way. You feel a rising curiosity and find yourself speaking up. <<MCTalk "Can I ask… what made you want to go into this business?">> She chuckles lightly, looking down as though considering how to explain. <b>"Honestly, I have a really high sex drive. I enjoy it a lot, and if I can make money off something I love… why not, right?"</b> Her answer is simple and confident, and you feel a twinge of admiration for her candor. <ethan>Ethan</ethan> nods, seemingly satisfied with her response, and gestures towards the studio setup. <<EthanTalk "Alright, let’s get started. Follow me to the setup, and we’ll work on capturing that energy. Just remember—this is all about showing your confidence and your passion.">> She nods again, and together the three of you move to the studio area, where the lighting casts a soft glow over the plush backdrop. You’re both nervous and intrigued to see how this shoot will unfold, and eager to do your part to help bring her vision to life. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/EthanPorn.jpg" height=500></div> The girl starts off posing in her casual outfit, her movements tentative but gradually growing more confident as she follows <ethan>Ethan’s</ethan> direction. He clicks away, capturing each tilt of her head, each angle of her body, and each look she throws at the camera. The atmosphere in the studio is charged but professional, and you feel a quiet thrill at being part of it all. After a few shots, <ethan>Ethan</ethan> pauses, lowering the camera just slightly. <<EthanTalk "You’re doing great. But let’s take things up a notch. Go ahead and lose the shirt.">> She hesitates just a moment, then pulls her purple shirt over her head, revealing a sleek black lace bra beneath. She adjusts herself, then strikes a sensual pose, her body language shifting to something more bold and unapologetic. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/EthanPorn2.jpg" height=500></div> <ethan>Ethan</ethan> captures it all, praising her with an encouraging smile. <<EthanTalk "Perfect. That lace looks amazing on you, really draws attention to your… assets," >> he says smoothly, gesturing with his hand to emphasize her bust. <<EthanTalk "Now, let’s try it without the bra.">> [[Your caged 'penis' tries to harden with the proposition yet it cannot.|PhotoClub8][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/EthanPorn3.jpg" height=500></div> For a moment, you see a flicker of nervousness in her eyes, but she reaches behind her back, unhooks her bra, and lets it fall away. Her chest is full and natural, and she shifts her shoulders back slightly, her arms dropping to her sides as she settles into a more vulnerable yet undeniably sensual pose. <ethan>Ethan</ethan> snaps a few shots, encouraging her softly with each shutter click. You watch in stunned silence, feeling your own reactions building as the scene becomes more intimate. But then you feel the familiar restriction of the chastity cage around you, intensifying your frustration. You shift slightly, but there’s no relief, only that heightened awareness of your own state. Meanwhile, <ethan>Ethan’s</ethan> tone remains soothing yet assertive. <<EthanTalk "Good, just like that. Let yourself feel the moment. Imagine you’re showing the world exactly who you are.">> She nods, her confidence growing as she begins to move freely, letting the camera capture her every curve and expression. You’re drawn into the dynamic, both as an assistant and as someone who’s never been quite so close to this kind of experience. As the shoot progresses, the atmosphere thickens with tension. You’re hyper-aware of every click of the camera, every movement <ethan>Ethan</ethan> orchestrates, and every reaction the girl gives as she becomes more and more immersed in her poses. <ethan>Ethan’s</ethan> guidance remains steady yet increasingly sensual. <<EthanTalk "Alright, let’s take it a step further. Go ahead, and lick those beautiful tits for us.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/EthanPorn4.jpg" height=500></div> The girl hesitates, glancing at him with wide eyes, but then nods. With a sultry smile, she lifts one hand to cup her chest, dipping her head forward to trail her tongue along her own skin. <ethan>Ethan</ethan> snaps away, his praises growing more enthusiastic as she relaxes further. Your chest tightens with longing, yet all you feel is the frustrating resistance of the chastity cage. Each suppressed urge builds, coiled up inside with no release, leaving you increasingly flustered. The sensations are almost overwhelming, and you try to focus solely on assisting <ethan>Ethan</ethan>, yet it’s impossible to ignore the intensity growing between him and the girl. As she finishes, <ethan>Ethan</ethan> leans in slightly, grinning with approval. <<EthanTalk "Fantastic. Now, let’s lose the jeans.">> Without hesitation this time, she unbuttons her jeans and slides them down, revealing black lace underwear that matches her bra from earlier. She moves confidently, standing tall, her body fully on display. <ethan>Ethan</ethan> captures her frame from every angle, enhancing her curves and expressions with each shot, guiding her closer and closer to an open sensuality that fills the room. [[Then, he grabs a nearby chair, positioning it beside her in the center of the studio.|PhotoClub8][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> <<EthanTalk "Have a seat here, let’s try a few new poses.">> You feel your pulse quicken, realizing how far the shoot has evolved. Then, <ethan>Ethan</ethan> turns to you. <<EthanTalk "Hey, can you adjust the lighting? Let’s get a softer effect around her.">> Snapping back to attention, you nod quickly and adjust the studio lights, fine-tuning the angles to create the soft, intimate glow he requested. You can feel the warmth of the lights, and the resulting effect heightens the air of intimacy surrounding the girl as she settles into the chair. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/EthanPorn5.jpg" height=500></div> With her legs parted just enough, she leans back into the chair, propping her chest forward, her arms pressing her breasts together. Her hips tilt slightly, and her hands settle on the seat, framing her in an alluring pose. The way she positions herself sends a shock through you, each pulse of arousal hitting against the cage, a constant reminder of your restraint. <ethan>Ethan’s</ethan> approving nod tells her she’s doing well, but then his voice shifts, firm and encouraging. <<EthanTalk "You know, if you really want this… to make an impression… you might need to push further.">> She blinks, then, with a bold, almost defiant glint in her eye, raises her hand to her breast, squeezing it deliberately. Her other hand trails down her stomach, slipping past the waistband of her panties. The lace fabric clings to her fingers as they disappear beneath, giving just a hint of movement. <ethan>Ethan’s</ethan> expression brightens as he moves closer, capturing her from a more intimate angle. Each shot holds a new intensity, his encouragements fueling her confidence as she continues to pose sensually. Meanwhile, you can barely hold yourself steady. The sight of her, mixed with the press of your cage, fills you with an overwhelming, maddening arousal, leaving you breathless as you keep your focus on assisting <ethan>Ethan</ethan>, trying to ignore the throbbing frustration that won’t be relieved. <ethan>Ethan</ethan> leads you into the kitchen, his expression serious but laced with a spark of excitement. As he leans against the counter, he lowers his voice. <<EthanTalk "So, $femname, our model… she’s hot, right?">> You nod, still processing the intensity of the shoot. <ethan>Ethan’s</ethan> next words catch you entirely off-guard. <<EthanTalk "I want to take it further with her. Right now. If you help me make this happen, I’ll split the earnings again. Another 250 for you.">> For a moment, you just stand there, stunned, the audacity of his proposition leaving you speechless. <ethan>Ethan</ethan> notices your hesitation, his tone shifting, urging you along. <<EthanTalk "Look, I just need you to keep the vibe going. Play along, help ease her in, regardless of how far things go, the money is yours for just helping. So what do you say?">> <<link[[After a heartbeat, you accept!|PhotoClub8]]>><<set $p to 5>><<set $v05EthanPorn to 2>><</link>> [[After a heartbeat, you reject!|PhotoClub8][$p=10]] <<elseif $p eq 10>> <<MCTalk "Uhmm. I think I'm done for the day Ethan. I don't feel comfortable with more.">> <ethan>Ethan</ethan> is clearly frustrated with your attitude but relents. It is clear he is too horny to pressure you and he just wants to find another way to fuck the busty girl. <<EthanTalk "Alright, alright. Here's the promised 500$. See you next week. Close the door when you leave.">> <<link[[Leave the Club.|City]]>><<set $photoquest to 9>><<set $p to 1>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $money +=500>><<set $claraquest to 17>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 5>> <<MCTalk"Alright, I’ll help… but I’m expecting the money either way.">> You add firmly. <ethan>Ethan</ethan> grins, giving you a knowing nod. <<EthanTalk "Deal. Follow my lead, then.">> You both head back toward the studio, your heart racing in anticipation. Returning to the studio, you and <ethan>Ethan</ethan> shift back into a professional demeanor as you approach the model, who waits expectantly. <ethan>Ethan</ethan> clears his throat, maintaining his composed expression. <<EthanTalk"These photos are great, but… if we’re being honest, they might not stand out enough to get the immediate attention of a top brand. Competition is high, and you want something that makes you unforgettable.">> The girl’s face falls for a moment, clearly disheartened. You glance at her, feeling the weight of the silence, and jump in to offer reassurance. <<MCTalk "But there’s another option that could work, a professionally shot video could showcase your talents in a way photos can’t. It would really set you apart.">> She seems to consider it, her eyes widening slightly as she processes the idea. She looks from you to <ethan>Ethan</ethan>, as if unsure whether to believe what she’s hearing. <<EthanTalk "We’re already in a professional setting, and if you’re up for it, we could create that kind of sample right here, right now.">> <ethan>Ethan</ethan> suggests with a calm, encouraging smile. The hint of excitement in his eyes assures her he’s fully willing to help her take this leap. After a brief pause, the girl’s expression shifts, and she meets <ethan>Ethan’s</ethan> gaze, as if seeking confirmation. Seeing his reassuring nod, her resolve seems to solidify, and she nods back, a subtle spark of determination in her eyes. <<EthanTalk "Good girl, so why don't you fluff me so we can start the video.">> Before <ethan>Ethan</ethan> undresses he gives you a small camera and whispers into your ear. <<EthanTalk "Make sure my face isn't in the video.">> Then he undresses with his erect cock and goes near the chair to get fluffed by the wannabe pornstar. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/EthanPorn6.jpg" height=500></div> With slurping sounds his cock gets fully hard as he pulls the girl's hair. [[The shoot starts!|PhotoClub8][$p=6]] <<elseif $p eq 6>> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/EthanPorn.mp4"/></div> You take close shots of the girl sucking the big cock of <ethan>Ethan</ethan>. As you are so close to it you cannot yourself comparing it to your own caged 'penis'. <mc><i>It is so big! And I cannot even get hard...</i></mc> <<EthanTalk "Alright lay on the chair. We should show how good you can take a cock.">> The girl is completely into it, eager to have <ethan>Ethan's</ethan> big cock in her already wet pussy. Before you experience this with <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> you are witnessing the influence of a big cock on a novice girl. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/EthanPorn2.mp4"/></div> <ethan>Ethan</ethan> starts fucking the girl while playing with her huge tits. <<EthanTalk "Capture her tits, they are her best assets.">> The wet noises of them having sex, the girl's moans, <ethan>Ethan's</ethan> lewd words come together and make your caged dick leak pre-cum into your panties. As you hold the camera, every second of the scene unfolding in front of you sends waves of heat through your body. It’s mesmerizing, so close you can feel the intensity in the air, capturing every detail with careful hands. Your own body reacts instinctively, but the chastity cage denies you any release, keeping you on the edge and reminding you of your restraint. [[Ethan tells the girl to get into doggy position.|PhotoClub8][$p=7]] <<elseif $p eq 7>> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/EthanPorn3.mp4"/></div> <ethan>Ethan</ethan> fucks the girl roughly as her hanging boobs jiggle. He firmly grabs the girl's hair, completely dominating her. After minutes of hard pounding in this position, the girl orgasms, her leg shaking... <<EthanTalk "Good job. Now for the money shot! Get on your knees!">> The girl doesn't hesitate or wait and obeys her co-star's commands. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/EthanPorn4.mp4"/></div> <ethan>Ethan</ethan> cums on the girl's face, ropes after ropes. While your locked cage can only leak pre-cum, frustrated, aroused, denied by this raw sexual scene you just recorded. <<EthanTalk "Perfect. We will edit this and will be sending you the photos and the videos. ">> [[Follow Ethan to the kitchen.|PhotoClub8][$p=8]] <<elseif $p eq 8>> After the scene wraps, you follow <ethan>Ethan</ethan> to the kitchen, his stride confident as he leads the way. You can’t help but notice how his strong, toned frame seems so effortlessly composed, even with his obvious arousal still prominent. There’s a strange admiration in your gaze; everything about him exudes the confidence you’re still discovering in yourself. He turns to you, smiling in that easy way of his. <<EthanTalk "You did great. I knew I could count on you. Here's the promised 750$.">> <<EthanLove 1>> Your hand closes around the money, the weight of the cash both exciting and surreal. It’s not just the money, though—it’s the trust, the feeling of having stepped into something so bold, something that left you feeling exhilarated, even if frustrated. With a lingering buzz of adrenaline you step out of the studio, your thoughts a tangled mess of thrill, disbelief. <<link[[Leave the Club.|City]]>><<set $photoquest to 9>><<set $p to 1>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $money +=750>><<set $claraquest to 17>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Clara16.jpg" height=500></div> You walk into the living room and stop short, captivated by the sight of <clara>Clara</clara> on her yoga mat. She’s in the middle of a deep stretch, her back arched and her toned legs encased in tight, high-waisted leggings that leave little to the imagination. Her face is a bit flushed, and there’s a glimmer of sweat along her skin. She glances up, spotting you, and grins, slightly breathless. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Clara17.jpg" height=500></div> <<ClaraTalk "Oh, hey! Didn’t hear you come in. I, uh, decided I need to get more flexible—for <<if $claradarius eq 1>>Darius<<else>>better sex<</if>>, you know?">> You try to ignore the overt sexuality of the situtation and her words. Not wanting to get uncomfortable in your cage. <<MCTalk "Oh, yoga is… nice. I joined a class recently too.">> <<ClaraTalk "Really? Good for you!">> She stands up, walking over to the couch, and pats the seat beside her. You take a breath and sit next to her, trying to keep your composure as her scent and presence fill the space around you. As you settle in, she begins talking about her recent experiences. <<ClaraTalk "<<if $claradarius eq 1>>I swear, though, Darius is just… something else. The strength he has, the control, the thick cock...<<else>>I'm seeing Tyrone and Jeremy for a while now and I finally found what is better than a BBC. Two black cocks!<</if>>">> You try to focus on her words, but with each mention of prowess of her lover, an undeniable heat stirs within you. The cage presses against you, the faint ache reminding you just how restricted you are, yet her words are impossible to ignore. <<ClaraTalk "You’re looking kinda flushed. Are you okay? Or just horny thinking about black guys?">> You shift slightly on the couch, trying to adjust yourself discreetly, though the cage makes even minor movements feel exaggerated. You’re focused on keeping calm, so <clara>Clara’s</clara> voice cuts through your thoughts like a bolt. [[Clara doesn't let you go.|Clara Night14][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> <<ClaraTalk "So, how's your sex life with Jessica going?">> Her tone is casual, as if she were asking about the weather. Her eyes have that familiar, knowing gleam, and she doesn’t even try to hide her curiosity. Your throat tightens, and you can feel yourself freeze up, the question striking at everything you’re trying to keep under wraps. The tension in your chest intensifies, and you practically choke, coughing as you scramble to regain composure. The casual curiosity in her tone making you choke on your spit. She tilts her head, a smirk forming as she raises an eyebrow, clearly amused by your reaction. <<ClaraTalk "What, surprised I'd ask? Come on, spill—how's your sex life with Jessica going?">> The sudden question has your mind spiraling. Your agreement with <jessica>Jessica</jessica> to be a “sissy cuck” for her, allowing her to be with her black boss, is hardly something you’d ever admit to <clara>Clara</clara>. You can almost feel the weight of the cage intensify as your thoughts race, the denial now all the more noticeable. Instead, you give her a smile, trying to keep your tone light. <<MCTalk "Oh, uh, it’s… good! Actually, it's going to get even better soon.">> <clara>Clara</clara> chuckles with your anwser but doesn't pry anymore, giving you a congratulatory pat on the shoulder. <<ClaraTalk "Nice, that’s what I like to hear! Good for you two. And how’s Jess handling all this?">> You feel a surge of both embarrassment and excitement at her question. The faint press of the cage reminds you just how different things really are now, how much your relationship with <jessica>Jessica</jessica> has changed. There’s so much you want to say, but all you can manage is a soft smile as your mind tries to keep up with her casual curiosity. <<MCTalk "Things are… good. Jessica’s been amazing, actually. Really supportive with, well, everything.">> <<ClaraTalk "Supportive? That's awesome, I’m happy for you.">> <clara>Clara</clara> nods, a thoughtful look crossing her face as she leans back, giving you a once-over with an approving gaze. <<ClaraTalk "You know, I honestly think this whole look suits you. Way more than the old you. Makes you… I don’t know, just more interesting. More attractive, really. You are in luck you are a sissy and already have a girlfriend because white boys don't get much attraction from our generation.">> The words leave you both flustered and oddly gratified, stirring a mix of emotions that’s hard to pin down. The reminder of your “new” appearance and what it means only intensifies the feeling of the cage, which now feels heavier and more present, echoing <clara>Clara’s</clara> words. <<MCTalk "Uhmm, thanks? I guess...">> <<ClaraTalk "I should probably hit the shower before bed. Don’t stay up too late!">> She winks as she heads to the bathroom, leaving you in the living room, her words swirling in your mind as you head to your own room, feeling a strange mix of denial and acceptance creeping in. <<link[[Prepare to Sleep|My Room]]>><<set $p eq 1>><<set $claraquest to 18>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>><<set $sidemenu to 1>> You step into the gym, the familiar hum of music and clinking weights immediately filling your ears as you head toward the locker room. Today, though, you feel a little different, almost like there’s a secret you’re holding close—one that only you know. As you slip out of your street clothes and pull on your leggings and crop top, you’re keenly aware of the snug fit against your skin, the fabric hugging every curve and muscle. Your fingers linger over your waistband, checking nervously. It’s a relief to see that, despite your fears, the cage doesn’t show through your leggings at all. With a final look in the mirror, you feel… strangely good, even a bit daring. You pull the waistband into place, feeling the faint, gentle reminder of the pink cage underneath. As you walk out of the locker room and into the main gym area, each step feels subtly thrilling. The leggings cling to your hips and thighs, hugging your body in ways that somehow amplify the unusual feeling. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/MCGym15.jpg" height=400></div> <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> You set up at the squat rack, doing your best to focus on your form, but something about the cage keeps slipping into your mind. Every time you bend or twist, the snugness of it presses against you, a constant reminder of your lack of control. It doesn’t take long before your body starts reacting in its own way, a faint swell of heat and desire bubbling up, only to be halted instantly by the cage. You feel yourself straining against it uselessly, a tantalizing tease that leaves you more frustrated with each passing moment. [[Your workout gets harder as you cannot harden.|Gym16][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> You straighten, exhaling as you finish the set, and as you look up, you catch sight of one of the gym’s regulars, her crop top riding up to reveal a bit of her smooth, sculpted midriff. You try to look away, but your eyes drift back, admiring her, and an ache starts to build inside of you. It’s not just her—you start noticing all of them, the other girls in leggings and sports bras, moving with such ease and confidence. The frustration coils tighter with each glance. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/Gym6.jpg" height=400></div> <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> Attempting to ignore it, you push into another set, your own movements making it even worse. The way your body flexes, the leggings clinging to you as you bend—there’s no escape. The cage keeps you from getting hard, amplifying every sensation. You begin to regret getting locked up. The whole idea seemed playful at first, but now, every little brush against the cage, every reminder of how completely you’re kept in check, makes it feel almost unbearable. Just as you’re getting a handle on yourself, <nicole>Nicole</nicole> comes over, her warm smile lighting up her face as she picks up a pair of dumbbells next to you. She’s wearing short shorts and a tight crop top that leaves her toned abs on full display, and even though you know she’s just being friendly, it’s impossible not to notice how effortlessly sexy she looks. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/NicoleGym5.jpg" height=400></div> <<NicoleTalk "Hey there, pushing yourself hard today?">> <<link[[Stay composed and endure.|Gym16]]>><<set $p to 3>><<set $gym16choice to 1>><</link>> <<link[[Struggle silently.|Gym16]]>><<set $p to 3>><<set $gym16choice to 2>><</link>> <<link[[You regret agreeing to be caged so much!|Gym16]]>><<set $p to 3>><<set $gym16choice to 3>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 3>> <<if $gym16choice eq 1>> <<MCTalk "Yeah, trying to keep up with pros like you is no easy task.">> <nicole>Nicole</nicole> lets out a warm, melodic laugh, the sound effortlessly lifting the mood around her. She rests one hand on her hip while the other holds her water bottle, tilting her head slightly as she looks at you. <<NicoleTalk "Oh, please! I’ve seen you. You’re stronger than you think. And honestly, your form is better than most people here. You’re just being hard on yourself.">> Her words hit you like a jolt of electricity. The unexpected compliment sends a flush of heat to your cheeks, and you can’t help but smile nervously, murmuring a soft “Thanks” in return. For a moment, pride blooms in your chest—until the cage reminds you of its presence with an infuriatingly snug press. You glance at <nicole>Nicole</nicole> again as she moves back to her weights, her body fluid and confident as she adjusts her stance. Her crop top rides up slightly, revealing more of her toned midsection, the faint sheen of sweat highlighting the defined lines of her abs. The ache builds, relentless and maddening. Your eyes stray despite your best efforts, drawn to the subtle flex of her arms and legs as she picks up her dumbbells. The cage tightens against you, amplifying your frustration with every second. <mc><i>Did I go too far by agreeing to be caged like this?</i></mc> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/NicoleGym7.jpg" height=400></div> As <nicole>Nicole</nicole> moves into her next set, the way her body shifts and the ease with which she handles the weights are almost hypnotic. You catch yourself staring, the ache growing sharper, almost humiliating in its intensity. <<NicoleTalk "See? Even when you’re resting, you’re watching to learn. That’s how you get better. Keep it up.">> Her innocent encouragement only deepens the turmoil inside you, the compliment twisting into a reminder of how powerless you are against the cage’s teasing grip. <<elseif $gym16choice eq 2>> <<MCTalk "Just trying to stay consistent. You know how it is.">> <nicole>Nicole's</nicole> face lights up with approval, her smile widening as she leans slightly closer, her voice warm and inviting. <<NicoleTalk "That’s the way to do it! It’s not about going all-out every day—it’s about showing up, staying steady, and putting in the work. Honestly, I respect that more than anything.">> Her sincerity catches you off guard, and you nod awkwardly, forcing a smile as you respond. <<MCTalk "Yeah… thanks.">> But the words barely register. Instead, you’re acutely aware of her presence—how close she is, how effortlessly her confidence radiates. Her toned arms and legs seem to move in perfect rhythm, every gesture brimming with energy and control. As she talks, you find your gaze drifting lower, caught on the curve of her hips and the way her leggings contour to her body. You snap your focus back to her face, but the damage is done. The cage presses harder against you, a maddening reminder of your restraint. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/NicoleGym7.jpg" height=400></div> <mc><i>This cage is going to drive me insane.</i></mc> <nicole>Nicole</nicole> continues, oblivious to the storm inside you. <<NicoleTalk "I know it’s hard sometimes, but trust me, consistency will get you further than anything else. I’ve seen so many people burn out because they push too hard too fast. You’re doing it right.">> Her words are meant to motivate, but they only deepen your struggle. Every sound of her voice, every shift of her weight as she adjusts her stance, feeds the ache locked inside you. She picks up her weights again, preparing for her next set. The way her muscles tense and flex, the subtle sway of her hips—it’s too much. The cage seems to tighten of its own accord, amplifying every sensation, every movement you can’t help but notice. Your polite smile wavers as you struggle to maintain composure. <mc><i>Why did I ever think I could handle this?</i></mc> <nicole>Nicole</nicole> glances back at you mid-rep, her expression bright and encouraging. <<NicoleTalk "See? You’re sticking with it, and that’s what counts. Just keep showing up—you’ve got this.">> Her kindness feels almost cruel in the moment, a stark contrast to the torment bubbling inside you. You nod again, muttering a weak <mc>“Thank.,”</mc> while the cage ensures that even the smallest glimmer of relief remains out of reach. <<elseif $gym16choice eq 3>> Her arms flex with each rep, her smooth, toned legs shifting slightly with her stance. You do your best to keep it together, but every subtle movement, every glimpse of her muscles at work, only heightens the ache held firmly in check by the cage. You start to regret letting <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> put you in this position, doubt flickering in your mind as the pressure builds to an almost unbearable level. You respond with a polite smile, nodding, trying to focus on anything but the way her body moves so close to yours. Yet <nicole>Nicole</nicole> keeps talking, laughing lightly as she chats about her day, and your own movements in the cage grow even more maddening. Her voice is cheerful, her tone inviting, but you don’t trust yourself to respond. Instead, you nod again, feeling the heat rise to your face as she shifts her weight, her smooth, toned legs flexing subtly with the motion. You focus on anything but her—the weights stacked neatly nearby, the rhythmic thud of someone running on a treadmill—but it’s no use. Your gaze keeps flickering back to her, caught on the way her crop top rides up just enough to expose the curve of her waist and the faint glisten of sweat on her skin. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/NicoleGym7.jpg" height=400></div> <mc><i>This is torture. Why did I ever agree to this?</i></mc> <nicole>Nicole</nicole> doesn’t seem to notice your inner turmoil, her voice light and conversational as she continues. <<NicoleTalk "You’re really consistent, though. I see you here all the time—most people don’t stick with it like you do. That’s impressive.">> You nod again, your smile tightening. Her compliment feels like a cruel twist, a bright spotlight on your discomfort. The cage presses insistently against you, a maddening reminder of the growing tension you can’t escape. Your attempt to remain neutral falters as <nicole>Nicole</nicole> shifts into her next set. Her arms flex with each rep, her movements smooth and precise, her legs shifting with effortless grace. You do your best to keep your gaze steady, focusing on her face or the floor, but the cage’s teasing grip refuses to let you ignore the situation. <mc><i>This isn’t just frustrating—it’s humiliating.</i></mc> <</if>> [[You are horny, frustrated and regretful.|Gym16][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> There’s a helpless frustration building as you realize how much she’s testing your restraint, even if she’s completely unaware of the effect she’s having. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/NicoleGym6.jpg" height=400></div> <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> Just when you think you might survive the encounter, she places the weights back down and steps over to another machine. As she bends slightly to adjust the machine, her shorts ride up, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her lower curves, her firm glutes framed perfectly. It’s the sexiest view she’s ever given you, her toned figure mesmerizing in every way, and it’s too much to bear. In this moment you want nothing more than release, and for a moment, you even question the whole arrangement you made with <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. You swallow, cheeks flushed, barely mumbling. <<MCTalk "I… I think I’m too tired for more.">> Without waiting for a response, you hurry back to the locker room, changing quickly to avoid any more temptations. The need for relief gnaws at you, a constant reminder of just how effectively the cage has locked you away. You’ll shower at home, far from <nicole>Nicole</nicole> and the others, desperate for an escape from this teasing torment. <<link[[Go Home.|My Room]]>><<set $sidemenu to 0>><<set $gymquest to 17>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> The evening air is cool as you make your way to <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> place, anticipation and frustration both simmering under the surface. The familiar door feels different tonight, like a threshold into an atmosphere already thick with tension. When <jessica>Jessica</jessica> opens it, you catch a glint of something in her eyes—a mix of frustration, warmth, and a longing that you feel in every inch of your own body. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Face.jpg" height=500></div> As she steps back to let you in, her gaze lingers on you a moment longer than usual, her expression flickering between restraint and unspoken need. There’s something about the way she wraps her arms around you that’s charged with unsatisfied hunger. It’s not the usual easygoing hug or playful tease; this is almost desperate, her grip tighter, her breath hitching ever so slightly as you hold each other. For a moment, the embrace feels like it might be enough to break down the weeks of built-up tension, but you both pull back, each holding on to an edge of control. You step inside, the low, warm lights of her apartment casting everything in a dim glow. The place is the same as always, but tonight it feels different, more intimate and charged. You can practically feel the energy between you both, buzzing in the air. <<MCTalk "Hey, you look great. baby.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> gives a small smile, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. <<JessicaTalk "Thanks, you too. How’s the week been?">> The question is so normal, yet the weight behind it anything but. You let out a breath, trying to find the right words. <<MCTalk "You know... usual stuff. Just a little... well, more intense lately.">> It’s a vague answer, but she nods, almost too quickly, like she understands exactly what you’re not saying. <<JessicaTalk "Yeah, I mean, it’s just… it’s been a lot, hasn’t it?">> The hint of frustration in her voice catches you by surprise. You didn't expect to see her as frustrated as you are. [[But both of you are pent up for days...|JessicaDate16][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> You sink into the couch beside her, feeling the tension and release mix within you both, simmering beneath the surface. As you settle on the couch, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> glances over at you, her lips curling into a half-smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. Her gaze drifts lower, and she hesitates for a second before finally breaking the silence. <<JessicaTalk "So… are you getting used to the cage by now?">> Her question hangs in the air, and for a moment, you’re not sure how to respond. The truth spills out before you can stop it. <<link[[Be honest.|JessicaDate16]]>><<set $p to 3>><<set $jessicadate16firstchoice to 1>><</link>> <<link[[Try to downplay your trouble.|JessicaDate16]]>><<set $p to 3>><<set $jessicadate16firstchoice to 2>><</link>> <<link[[Cope with humour.|JessicaDate16]]>><<set $p to 3>><<set $jessicadate16firstchoice to 3>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 3>> <<if $jessicadate16firstchoice eq 1>> <<MCTalk "Honestly… no. It’s driving me crazy, Jess. I keep telling myself I can handle it, that it’s worth it for us. But… it’s so frustrating. I can’t stop thinking about it, and I’m constantly denied.">> You run a hand through your hair, the words tumbling out before you can second-guess them. <<MCTalk "I thought I could deal with it, you know? Like, at first, it seemed exciting, different… like something that could bring us closer in some weird way. But now…">> Your voice falters, the emotions clawing at the edges of your control. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> nods slowly, her eyes softening as she shifts closer on the couch, her knee brushing yours. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date76.jpg" height=400></div> <<MCTalk "Yeah. Sometimes I wonder if… maybe we went a little too far with it? The cage and all that. It seemed exciting at first, but now it’s just…">> You let out a shaky breath, not quite sure what you’re trying to say, only that this tension feels nearly unbearable. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> sighs, sinking back against the couch, her head tilting to stare up at the ceiling. <<JessicaTalk "I know it’s supposed to be fun, all this teasing and… control. But sometimes, I don’t know, it feels almost… confusing? I thought it would be easier, that the control would make things feel better, not harder.">> Her confession surprises you, the vulnerability in her tone mirroring your own. You let out a shaky breath, your gaze dropping to the floor. <<MCTalk "Yeah. It’s like this mix of thrill and frustration that’s just… tangled up. I want to be what you need, Jess, I really do. But sometimes, I wonder if… maybe we went too far with it? The cage, the rules… it seemed exciting at first, but now it’s like it’s all I can think about. Like it’s taken over everything.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> exhales sharply, sinking back against the couch as if your words have taken the air out of her. Her head tilts back, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, her expression a complicated blend of empathy and her own weariness. <<JessicaTalk "I get it. I do. And I’m sorry if it feels like I’m not seeing what you’re going through. I’ve been so wrapped up in my own struggles with this… with him… that I haven’t stopped to think about what it’s been like for you.">> She looks at you again, her brows knitting together as her voice drops, almost as if she’s speaking more to herself than to you. <<elseif $jessicadate16firstchoice eq 2>> <<MCTalk "It’s not too bad. I mean, yeah, it’s frustrating, but I’ll get used to it.">> You shrug, forcing a casual tone, hoping it will mask the tight knot in your chest. Jessica’s eyebrow quirks up, her lips curving into a skeptical, playful smile. <<JessicaTalk "Really? You’re telling me you’re not climbing the walls yet?">> Her teasing lilt carries a hint of disbelief, but the sparkle in her eyes softens the jab. <<MCTalk "Well, maybe I’m tougher than I look.">> You give her a crooked grin, leaning into the banter. Jessica shakes her head with a quiet laugh, her hand nudging your arm lightly. <<JessicaTalk "Tougher, huh? Guess I underestimated you.">> She pauses, her smile lingering for a moment before her expression shifts, a flicker of something deeper passing across her face. <<JessicaTalk "But seriously… it’s okay to admit it’s hard, you know.">> Her words hang in the air, her tone gentler now. You glance at her, tempted to open up, but instead, you hold the line, keeping the mood light. <<MCTalk "Nah, I’m good. Besides, it’s not like it’ll last forever, right?">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> doesn’t respond immediately, her lips pressing into a thin line as she leans back against the couch. Her gaze drifts toward the ceiling, her playfulness giving way to something more restless. <<elseif $jessicadate16firstchoice eq 3>> <<MCTalk "Well, at least I’m learning the art of patience… or trying to!">> You force a small grin, trying to lighten the mood. Jessica’s lips twitch upward, though her expression remains skeptical. <<JessicaTalk "Patience, huh? I guess that’s one way to look at it. Though, let’s be honest—you’ve never been the most patient guy.">> She gives you a teasing nudge with her elbow, her tone playful but edged with the same frustration that’s been weighing on both of you. <<MCTalk "Fair point. But hey, desperate times call for desperate measures, right? I’m just trying not to go completely crazy here.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> chuckles, her laughter soft but genuine, and it feels like a small victory. <<JessicaTalk "I mean, if anyone should be losing their mind, it’s me. You have no idea how hard it is to stay focused when Mr. Brown is making me… practice every night.">> Her cheeks flush slightly, but her tone remains conspiratorial, like she’s sharing a secret she knows will make you squirm just a little. <<MCTalk "Yeah, because having my… well, you know… locked away 24/7 is such a walk in the park.">> You roll your eyes for emphasis, and Jessica bursts into laughter, the sound breaking some of the tension lingering between you. <<JessicaTalk "Okay, okay, fair. We’re both pretty much screwed here, huh?">> Her smile lingers, but there’s an unmistakable flash of sympathy in her eyes. <<MCTalk "Big time. But hey, maybe this is just some big cosmic lesson about… I don’t know, self-control or something?">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> snorts, shaking her head as she leans back against the couch. <<JessicaTalk "If that’s the case, I’d like a refund on this life lesson, thanks.">> Her exaggerated exasperation pulls another chuckle from you, the lighthearted exchange giving both of you a momentary reprieve. Her smile fades slightly as she sighs, her gaze dropping to the floor. <</if>> <<JessicaTalk "I thought I’d be… I don’t know, doing something, anything, with Mr. Brown by now. He has me doing all these things—practicing with that big dildo every night—but it’s like he’s just dangling Friday morning in front of me like some big prize.">> Her face reddens slightly, her voice filled with pent-up energy and you see a flash of frustration in her eyes. <<JessicaTalk "I mean, I thought I’d at least be getting some kind of satisfaction from this. It’s… exhausting. I’m trying so hard to do what he says, but it’s almost like it’s just making things worse. I'm constantly horny and I am not allowed to masturbate!">> <mc><i>At least you can get properly horny! I cannot even get hard...</i></mc> <<JessicaTalk "You know, we opened up this whole relationship, did all this so I could be with Mr. Brown, and yet… I haven’t even seen him naked. We’ve been talking, flirting, practicing—everything—but it’s all so… indirect. It’s like I’m stuck in this endless waiting game.">> [[She lets out a frustrated sigh as she glances at you.|JessicaDate16][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> She continues her rant about her own frustrations. <<JessicaTalk "I mean, every time I practice on that dildo, it’s like I’m imagining it’s him. Just imagining what it’ll feel like to finally have him for real. But I don’t even know for sure… how big he is. It’s weird to say out loud but I thought I’d know by now. And instead, I’m just here, building up all these expectations.">> <<MCTalk "Well I cannot even get hard in this cage. I'm so pent up and so horny and cannot even get an erection. With the cage around my clit I focus on things that arouse more...">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> shifts closer to you, her shoulder brushing yours as she rests back against the couch. There’s a softness in her eyes, a mix of understanding and vulnerability. <<JessicaTalk "You have it harder... I mean softer but, yeah. Sorry for ranting so much. You are having more trouble than I am. I’m just glad we can talk about this, though. Just… venting a bit makes it feel a little easier, like… we're not alone in it.">> <<MCTalk "Yeah. I feel that way too.">> A flicker of a smile crosses your face. You lean into her slightly, the familiar closeness between you blending with this new sense of intimacy, this shared frustration and understanding that seems to draw you even nearer. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date69.jpg" height=500></div> <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> hand finds yours, her fingers intertwining gently with yours, and the warmth of her touch seems to ease the tension, even if just a little. You can feel the weight of everything—the cage, her anticipation—melding into a quiet, unspoken connection, filling the space between you. For a moment, the shared struggle seems to pull you closer, grounding you both in the comfort of each other’s presence. <<JessicaTalk "Maybe we just need to hang on a little longer. Friday morning at Mr. Brown’s… it could be what we’ve been waiting for. I mean, all this buildup, it has to lead somewhere, right? They didn't make us sign that contract to only tease us.">> <<MCTalk "Yeah, maybe Friday will be… well, everything we’ve hoped for. Finally a release.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> smiles, a glimmer of hope in her eyes as she glances at you. [[Then her expression shifts, a bit more serious as she asks.|JessicaDate16][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> <<JessicaTalk "But… can I ask something? Do you ever feel… jealous? You know, about what’s eventually going to happen between me and him?">> You hesitate, the answer bubbling up before you can overthink it. <<MCTalk "Yeah… sometimes. It’s complicated. There are moments when I feel that pang of jealousy, thinking about it all. But I’m still totally on board, I promise. That feeling, it just… comes and goes. I find the idea hot and appealing.">> <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> expression softens, and she reaches up to cup your cheek, giving you a gentle, grateful smile. Without a word, she leans in, pressing her lips softly to yours. Her warmth fills you, her closeness easing the tension that had been building for days. For a moment, it feels like she might deepen the kiss, the faintest hint of her breath mingling with yours. [[But you pull back, a little reluctantly.|JessicaDate16][$p=6]] <<elseif $p eq 6>> <<MCTalk "Jess… I don’t think I’m ready for that kind of tease, not in this cage.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> nods, backing away and giving your hand one last squeeze. <<JessicaTalk "Let’s just hold out a little longer, then. Friday’s coming soon enough. One more day to go, what can happen right?">> <<MCTalk "Yeah, I'm sure we will soon get the release we desperately need.">> The warmth of her hand in yours brings a sense of comfort amidst the pent-up frustration you both share. Her eyes meet yours, and there’s a glimmer of understanding there, an unspoken promise that you’re both in this together, no matter how maddening the wait feels. <<JessicaTalk "Thank you for today baby. Talking really eased my pain. I’ll, uh... probably practice sucking that black dildo a bit more after you go. Mr. Brown said he expects me to be ready. and I guess I better not disappoint.">> <<MCTalk "Well, don’t let me hold you back.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> walks you to the door and gives your hand one last squeeze, then releases it, stepping back with a small wave. <<JessicaTalk "Night, babe. See you Friday.">> With one final smile, you turn and make your way out into the cool night air, heart racing as the door closes behind you. [[Walk home.|JessicaDate16][$p=7]] <<elseif $p eq 7>> Stepping out of <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> place, the cool evening air wraps around you, a sharp contrast to the warmth and intimacy you left behind. The conversation replays in your mind—each shared look and word making the tension within you almost unbearable. With every step, the cage shifts subtly, its snug hold a constant reminder of everything you’ve committed to: every ache, every denied release, every sacrifice bound to this arrangement. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date62.jpg" height=500></div> The movement presses the cage against you, and frustration stirs hotly, edged with a faint flicker of regret. The excitement and thrill of handing over control once sounded so enticing. Now, it’s only the ache, building and building with no escape. You shift, hoping to find some relief in adjusting, but each subtle movement only serves to make the cage feel more present, more real. Maybe, just maybe, it will all be worth it in the end. But as you walk into the quiet night, that familiar sense of regret settles back in, heavier this time: the regret of signing the contract, of handing so much control to <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, and most of all, the regret of agreeing to be locked up in this tight, unyielding cage. <<link[[You arrive home.|My Room]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $jessicaquest to 16>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>><<set $sidemenu to 1>> You slip into your yoga pants and crop top in the locker room, giving yourself a quick glance in the mirror. The snug fabric hugs your curves, emphasizing your body’s growing femininity. The cage’s presence is more familiar now, though you’re still all too aware of it as it presses against you under the fabric. You can’t help but blush at the thought of joining yoga class with it locked around you, its constant reminder impossible to ignore. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/Lily4.jpg" height=400></div> As you walk over to the studio, you spot <lily>Lily</lily> setting up at the front, her warm smile welcoming you. You unroll your mat near the other women, catching a glimpse of their toned bodies, graceful and fit. Each movement they make as they stretch feels like it’s meant to tease you, and the cage’s restriction is suddenly a much more prominent sensation, especially with how tightly your yoga pants press against you. The class starts off with gentle stretches, but even these simple poses make the cage’s pressure more intense. As you sink into Downward Dog, you feel the waistband of your pants pressing the cage more firmly against you. Each stretch, each shift in position, brings a frustrating awareness of your own body that’s impossible to escape. When <lily>Lily</lily> moves around, helping each person deepen their stretches, she pauses at your mat, giving you a slight nod of approval. Her presence feels comforting, yet it only heightens the warmth already building inside you. She’s close enough that you catch a whiff of her perfume, subtle but intoxicating, and as she adjusts the form of the girl beside you, you can’t help but notice every little movement. <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> As the session continues, the poses grow more challenging. In Warrior II, the stretch and pull on your thighs and hips makes the cage feel even tighter, its presence throbbing against you as you hold your balance. You feel a familiar ache, but there’s nowhere to relieve it, and each breath you take only intensifies your awareness of the restriction. [[You are almost done with class, one more pose to do.|Gym17][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> The end of class draws near, and <lily>Lily</lily> announces the final pose: Happy Baby. A wave of unease washes over you. Lying on your back with your legs bent and spread, pulling your knees toward your chest—it’s a pose that would almost certainly make the cage visible under your leggings. You hesitate, then sit back on your mat instead, looking around to see if anyone’s noticed. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/YogaClass9.jpg" height=400></div> <<LilyTalk "Everything okay?">> <lily>Lily's</lily> voice is gentle, and before you can react, she’s crouched down beside you, her gaze curious and a little concerned. You respond, trying to sound casual. <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> <<MCTalk "Oh, yeah, I’m just…tired. Thought I’d sit this one out.">> She nods, seeming to accept your answer, though there’s something knowing in her eyes. <<LilyTalk "You know, if you’re dealing with any tension, there’s a spa I swear by. The Rejuvenate & Glow at the city mall—I go there for massages all the time, and it does wonders.">> <<MCTalk "Oh, I know the place, that sounds great. I never got a massage.">> You feel a mix of gratitude and self-consciousness as she talks, her warm eyes and confident smile a bit too distracting. She pats your shoulder encouragingly, giving you a reassuring smile before moving to help another student. You exhale, grateful to have avoided the pose but aware of your quickening pulse. The way she carries herself—her gentle authority, her natural beauty—it only adds to the growing tension inside you, one you’re desperately trying to ignore. With a deep breath, you gather your things, already plotting a calming shower when you get home to help ease the frustrations that linger. <<link[[Go home and take a cold shower to unwind.|MomTalk3]]>><<set $sidemenu to 0>><<set $gymquest to 18>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> You slowly make your way to the door, heart still aching, every step heavy. Peering through the peephole, you blink in surprise as you see <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> standing there, her face soft with concern. For a moment, you just stare, not entirely sure if this is real, but as her hand comes up to knock again, you open the door. <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> eyes widen slightly as she takes in your face, tear-streaked, cheeks reddened. Without missing a beat, she steps forward, her voice low and warm. <<AlexandraTalk "Oh, darling…">> <<MCTalk "I… I didn’t expect you here.">> Your voice is barely heard, shaky. She gives a small, understanding smile. <<AlexandraTalk "I could tell you were hurting, and I wasn’t going to let you face it alone.">> You nod, stepping aside to let her in. She follows you into the living room, her eyes never leaving yours. She stops and, without hesitation, reaches out to hold your hand. <<AlexandraTalk "Want to tell me what happened?">> Her voice is so warm, so full of patience and love. But as you try to speak, the words lodge in your throat, choked by the sob that suddenly wells up. Before you know it, you’re crying again, every ounce of hurt and frustration spilling over. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> steps forward and pulls you close towards her chest, wrapping her arms around you as though she could shield you from the pain. She rests a hand on your back, the other softly threading through your hair. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra32.jpg" height=500></div> <<AlexandraTalk "Oh, my sweet little girl. You’re safe here, my darling… just let it all out.">> <<set $stress =-10>><<Stress>> Her voice is so soothing, so filled with love that it’s almost impossible not to melt into her embrace. You cling to her, sobbing against her shoulder as she rocks you gently, her words like a lifeline. <<AlexandraTalk "Oh, darling… it’s okay. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.">> She strokes your hair, her fingers trailing softly, a comforting presence in the chaos of emotions swirling within you. [[You hear the door open.|AlexandraMeet5][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> <clara>Clara</clara> walks in, her slightly disheveled look, smudged makeup, and unsteady steps making it clear she’d had a night out—and a good one, too. She stops abruptly when she sees you curled up on the couch beside <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, your face still blotchy from crying, <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> arm wrapped protectively around you. <clara>Clara’s</clara> gaze shifts between you two, the confusion and slight embarrassment plain on her face. <<ClaraTalk "Uh… hey?">> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, ever composed, gives Clara a calm, friendly smile. <<AlexandraTalk "Hi there. I’m Alexandra, I’m $femname’s boss.">> <<ClaraTalk "Hi... I didn’t mean to interrupt…">> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> turns to you, her tone softening as she speaks. <<AlexandraTalk "Why don’t we head out, darling? You could use some time to unwind.">> She stands, helping you to your feet, then leans in close, her warm breath brushing your ear. <<AlexandraTalk "Grab your phone, you’re coming home with me tonight.">> You look into her steady, caring eyes and feel an overwhelming sense of relief as you nod. Gathering your things, you take one last look at <clara>Clara</clara>, who offers a small, supportive smile, before following <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> outside. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/SUV2.jpg" height=500></div> Her black SUV waits by the curb, gleaming under the streetlights, a quiet refuge from the night’s pain. The soft hum of the car is the only sound as you stare out the window, the city lights blurring into streaks of color against the darkening sky. Your <ophelia>mother's</ophelia> words echo in your mind, sharp and cold, each one piercing deeper than the last. The weight of her rejection feels unbearable, the hurt settling heavily in your chest, leaving a raw ache that refuses to fade. Her face, the look of disgust and disappointment, the way she spat out <ophelia>"you look like a girl"</ophelia> with hatred… All of it loops painfully, each memory tearing at you a little more. [[You get lost in your thoughts...|AlexandraMeet5][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> You try to shake it, but the silence in the car almost amplifies those thoughts, as if you’re trapped within them. Just when the pain threatens to overwhelm you again, you feel a gentle warmth on your thigh. <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> hand, soft and reassuring, rests there, her thumb tracing slow, calming circles through the fabric. It’s a simple touch, but it cuts through the storm in your mind like a lifeline, anchoring you back to the present. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra33.jpg" height=500></div> <<link[[Let the warmth of Alexandra’s touch ease your pain.|AlexandraMeet5]]>><<set $p to 4>><<set $alexandrameet5firstchoice to 1>><</link>> <<link[[Place your hand over Alexandra’s.|AlexandraMeet5]]>><<set $p to 4>><<set $alexandrameet5firstchoice to 2>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 4>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra33.jpg" height=500></div> <<if $alexandrameet5firstchoice eq 1>> The warmth of her hand spreads, reaching through the cold sadness that’s wrapped around you, just like how her hugging you eased the tightness in your chest. You look over at her, and though her eyes are focused on the road, her presence is a silent, comforting promise: she’s here, and she’s not leaving. Exhausted, you let out a shuddering breath, and the last of your tears spill over, tracking down your cheeks one last time. The ache doesn’t go away entirely, but you can feel it soften as <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> hand rests steady on your leg. Gradually, the tears stop, leaving you feeling spent but a little lighter, as though the release has finally drained some of the pain. <<elseif $alexandrameet5firstchoice eq 2>> You glance down at her hand on your leg, the warmth and steadiness of her touch grounding you in a way words never could. Tentatively, you lift your own hand and place it over hers, your fingers curling just slightly. It's a small gesture, but the weight of it feels immense—a silent acknowledgment of her presence and the comfort she’s offering. When you look over, her eyes flick to you briefly, soft and understanding, before returning to the road. A quiet moment passes, the hum of the car filling the silence between you. Her hand doesn’t pull away; instead, her fingers shift slightly under yours, the faintest squeeze of reassurance. It’s enough to let you know she’s there, that she cares, and that whatever comes next, you’re not facing it alone. For the first time that evening, the ache in your chest begins to ebb, replaced by a fragile but growing sense of peace. <</if>> As the car slows to a stop in the underground parking lot, you let out a slow breath, trying to steady yourself as <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> steps out and comes around to open your door. Her reassuring presence fills the silence, and you follow her toward the elevator, the polished doors closing you both inside her private lift. The soft hum of the ascent is calming, and as you lean against the elevator wall, you feel the tension start to ease, bit by bit. When the doors open to the penthouse, the familiar, spacious living room greets you. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> guides you gently to the plush sofa, and as you sink into its softness, the ache from the evening's ordeal feels just a little less sharp. The space, with its high ceilings and elegant decor, is familiar, a place you’ve come to associate with good feelings. [[Sit on the sofa.|AlexandraMeet5][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> You curl up with your legs tucked beside you, resting your head against the back of the couch, barely aware of your body’s exhaustion. With a soothing voice, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> asks. <<AlexandraTalk "How about some hot chocolate? Would you like that, darling?">> The simple offer brings a small, fragile smile to your face—something you hadn’t felt for hours. You nod, the thought of something warm and comforting easing you just a little. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> smiles, reaching over to squeeze your hand. <<AlexandraTalk "I’ll be right back.">> You watch her disappear into the kitchen, where she moves gracefully, the sounds of quiet preparation soothing in their own way. She then disappears into one of the rooms, and a few minutes later, she returns, holding a soft, thick blanket. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> drapes it over you gently, her touch filled with care as she tucks it around your shoulders, smoothing the edges. You feel yourself instinctively lean into her closeness, letting the warmth of the blanket settle around you, calming your frayed nerves. You curl up further, reclined with your cheek against the sofa’s back, enveloped by <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> comfort and the soft murmur of her presence. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/MCBlanket.jpeg" height=500></div> A few minutes later, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> returns to the living room, carrying two steaming mugs of hot chocolate. She hands one to you, her hand brushing yours for just a moment, the warmth from the cup spreading to your chilled fingers. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> settles beside you on the sofa, cradling her own mug, and for a while, the only sound between you is the quiet clink of your cups and the occasional sip. The silence feels gentle, undemanding, and as you take small sips of the chocolate, its sweetness fills you with a warmth that begins to thaw the icy ache of earlier. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/HotChocolate.jpg" height=500></div> <<set $stress =-20>><<Stress>> As the minutes pass, the tension slowly drains from your shoulders. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> stays close, yet gives you space, her presence a calm and steadying force beside you. There’s something grounding about her silence; she doesn’t press you or pry, simply waits as you sit together, letting the weight of the evening settle down. [[Finally, after a few sips, Alexandra shifts slightly, her voice soft and filled with care.|AlexandraMeet5][$p=6]] <<elseif $p eq 6>> <<AlexandraTalk "Would you like to talk about it, darling? Whatever it is, I’m here for you. And sometimes… sometimes sharing it can help. Make things just a little lighter.">> Her words land softly in the quiet room, and as you look up, you meet her gaze. <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> eyes are warm, steady, and filled with so much compassion that it nearly undoes you all over again. There’s a softness there, a promise that whatever you share won’t be met with judgment or rejection—only understanding. The realization stirs something in you, a need to finally let the weight of everything pour out. With a deep, shuddering breath, you nod, feeling safe enough, finally, to speak. You take a steadying breath, feeling the lingering ache still raw within you as you begin, your voice barely more than a whisper. <<MCTalk "My mother... she looked at me like I was a stranger. It was like… like she couldn’t even see me, the person I am now. Just… disgust. She looked at me like I was something wrong… something she could just change back, like I was nothing but some… some mistake to fix...">> <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> gaze remains unwavering, her silent presence a deep well of warmth, giving you the strength to continue. <<MCTalk "I tried to explain to her… why this is me, why it’s real. But she wouldn’t listen. She just kept saying… that they raised me to be a man and how… how she already had a daughter. It was like all this was just some… terrible influence to her, some phase that would go away if I went home and got ‘fixed.'">> [[You falter, your voice breaking as you remember her words, her complete refusal to accept any part of you.|AlexandraMeet5][$p=7]] <<elseif $p eq 7>> <<MCTalk "She… she wanted me to just go home, leave college, leave everyone here… everything that’s become my life. Like… like all of this—who I am—it was something she could just… take away. Just… erase. I am starting to feel confident, good in my new self... and she just comes in and fucks it up!">> You feel <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> hand rest gently on your shoulder, giving a soft, reassuring squeeze. Her eyes are filled with understanding, unwaveringly steady and warm, each glance a silent promise that she is here, she sees you fully, and she accepts you completely. When your voice finally gives out, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> gently takes the cup from your trembling hands, placing it on the coffee table along with her own. Then, wordlessly, she shifts closer, pulling you into her arms. You fall forward into her, your head finding its place against the soft warmth of her chest, her steady heartbeat a comforting rhythm beneath you. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra32.jpg" height=500></div><<set $stress =-10>><<Stress>> <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> arms wrap around you, protective and tender, and she rests her chin softly against the top of your head as her fingers stroke gently through your hair. Her closeness fills the empty spaces left by your <ophelia>mother's</ophelia> rejection, her embrace wrapping you in a safe cocoon. <<AlexandraTalk "Oh my darling.">> <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> arms remain a comforting anchor around you, her fingers gently threading through your hair as her voice fills the quiet, warm and reassuring. You once again start to calm down. <<AlexandraTalk "Sweetheart, I know this feels heavy right now, but remember that your mother’s reacting out of fear and panic, this is new to her, and some people just… they struggle to understand change.">> She shifts slightly, leaning close as her voice drops to a soothing murmur. <<AlexandraTalk "But she loves you, darling, even if she can’t quite show it right now. She’ll come around in her own time. It’s okay to be hurt, but know that this—who you are—none of it is wrong. There’s nothing to fix.">> Her words settle in, comforting you as a deep, warm calm slowly eases into your chest, wrapping around the ache left behind by your <ophelia>mother's</ophelia> rejection. <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> voice continues, soft and certain. The weight of her words sinks in, the kindness and validation replacing the bitterness of the evening. She sees you—all of you—and in this quiet moment, it feels like enough to make the painful weight begin to dissolve. Feeling steadier, you pull back just slightly, looking up at her with gratitude shining in your eyes. <<MCTalk "T-thank you...">> You whisper, and as she looks down at you, her gaze is so warm and sincere that for a moment, it feels like the only thing holding you up. But the familiar worry tugs at your mind, and after a slight hesitation, you voice it, your tone uncertain. <<MCTalk "But… what if my family really does cut my tuition? I… I can’t afford to stay here without it, and I… I don’t want to go back.">> [[For a second you imagine the future, having to drop out of college, bury your emerging self under rubble!|AlexandraMeet5][$p=8]] <<elseif $p eq 8>> A playful smile dances on <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> lips as she meets your gaze, her eyes gleaming with a glint of reassurance that immediately eases your worries. <<AlexandraTalk "Oh, my dear, you are very lucky, because your mistress can effortlessly cover it for her little one.">> <<link[[Accept Alexandra’s care and submit to her comforting authority.|AlexandraMeet5]]>><<set $p to 9>><<set $alexandrameet5secondchoice to 1>><</link>> <<link[[Express hesitation.|AlexandraMeet5]]>><<set $p to 9>><<set $alexandrameet5secondchoice to 2>><</link>> <<link[[Reject the offer.|AlexandraMeet5]]>><<set $p to 9>><<set $alexandrameet5secondchoice to 3>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 9>> <<if $alexandrameet5secondchoice eq 1>><<set $sub +=2>> Her words catch you completely off guard, leaving you speechless for a moment. The weight of her offer settles in your chest, but rather than feeling like a burden, it feels like a lifeline, a promise of care and protection that you didn’t realize you craved so deeply. You glance at her, wide-eyed and grateful, as her calm, confident smile fills the space with reassurance. <<MCTalk "Thank you… Mistress.">> You murmur, the words barely above a whisper, your cheeks burning as your gaze falls to your lap. It feels strange and yet so natural to address her that way now, in this moment of vulnerability. The flush deepens as you realize just how much her generosity and presence are beginning to mean to you. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> hand shifts to cup your cheek gently, tilting your face back up toward her. <<AlexandraTalk "You’re welcome, my sweet girl.">> Her voice is soft, soothing, yet holds an edge of authority that sends a shiver through you. <<AlexandraTalk "Mistress takes care of what’s hers, after all.">> <<AlexandraLove 1>> Her words leave no room for doubt, and your admiration for her only grows, the pull of submission wrapping around you like a comforting blanket. <<elseif $alexandrameet5secondchoice eq 2>><<set $sub +=1>> Her offer makes your heart skip a beat, but almost immediately, the familiar knot of guilt tightens in your stomach. <<MCTalk "I… I don’t know,">> You say softly, your voice hesitant, your hands fidgeting in your lap as you avoid her gaze. <<MCTalk "It just feels like too much. I don’t want to be a burden.">> The words feel heavy, laden with both your appreciation for her kindness and your discomfort with the idea of relying on her. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> hand moves to gently cup your cheek, turning your face back toward her. <<AlexandraTalk "Oh, my darling,">> She murmurs, her voice calm and steady as her thumb brushes a soft line across your skin. <<AlexandraTalk "I never want you to feel like that. I’m offering this because I care for you, and I hate seeing you weighed down. But let’s not decide this now, hmm? You don’t need to feel pressured. When you’re ready, we’ll talk about it again.">> Her soothing tone and understanding gaze dissolve some of the doubt swirling in your chest. You nod reluctantly, appreciating her patience even as you still wrestle with your guilt. The thought of her being there for you feels both overwhelming and comforting, and though you’re not entirely sure how to feel yet, you’re willing to let the matter rest for now. <<elseif $alexandrameet5secondchoice eq 3>> Her words are like a spotlight on your vulnerability, and the shame twists in your stomach, tightening painfully. Your lips part, but it takes a moment before the words come out. <<MCTalk "I can’t...">> You say, your voice breaking slightly as you shake your head. <<MCTalk "It’s… It’s too much. I don’t think I can accept that.">> Your cheeks burn as you admit it, the rawness of your emotions threatening to overwhelm you. You look down at your lap, unable to meet <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> gaze, and you’re almost afraid of what you might see there—disappointment, perhaps, or frustration. But when she speaks, her voice is gentle and understanding. <<AlexandraTalk "My sweet girl.">> She says softly, her fingers brushing against your arm in a reassuring gesture. <<AlexandraTalk "It’s okay. You don’t have to decide anything now. I just want you to know that I’m here for you, always. And when you’re ready, we can revisit this. There’s no rush, darling.">> Her kindness catches you off guard, and though the shame doesn’t entirely disappear, her words ease some of the weight pressing down on you. You glance up at her briefly, seeing only warmth in her eyes, and it’s enough to make you feel just a little less alone in your struggles. <</if>> <<AlexandraTalk "Darling, why don’t you go wash your face. Wipe the salt of your tears from your pretty face.">> You nod as <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> suggests you go wash your face, and, rising from the warmth of her embrace, you make your way to the bathroom. The reflection that meets you in the mirror is unmistakably you—eyes slightly swollen from tears, cheeks flushed, and a trace of salt from dried tears left behind. You turn on the tap, cupping your hands to gather the cool water and splash it over your face, feeling the traces of pain and the remains of the evening slowly rinse away. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/MCBathroom.jpg" height=400></div> As you pat your skin dry, your mind drifts to the events of the night. The pain of your <ophelia>mother's</ophelia> rejection still lingers, but in its place, a sense of gratitude begins to emerge—strong, undeniable. Without <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, without her gentle words and warm embrace, tonight would have been nearly unbearable. Just yesterday, a flicker of doubt had crossed your mind about signing the relationship agreement, a worry that maybe you’d given up too much, that maybe things were moving too quickly. But tonight, <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> presence had proven how deeply she cared, how naturally she took up space in your life, filling it with reassurance and unwavering support. The way she held you, soothing each word your <ophelia>mother's</ophelia> anger had embedded in you, felt like a salve on a wound. The contrast is stark. Where your <ophelia>mother</ophelia> met you with anger and judgment, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> offered only understanding, her blue eyes filled with empathy and encouragement. Every cruel word your <ophelia>mother</ophelia> had hurled seemed to dissolve in the warmth of <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> gaze, in the steady presence of her hand on your shoulder, her gentle reassurance that you’re loved, accepted, perfect as you are. By the time you leave the bathroom, you feel lighter, almost as if <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> kindness had lifted the weight of your <ophelia>mother's</ophelia> words. Returning to her side, you feel a new kind of certainty—a quiet, solid trust. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> looks up, her soft smile waiting for you, and in that moment, you know you couldn’t be more grateful to have her in your life. [[Return to Alexandra.|AlexandraMeet5][$p=10]] <<elseif $p eq 10>> You take a deep breath, still absorbing <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> kindness as you settle back into the plush comfort of the sofa. Her warmth and understanding have disarmed you completely, and the words you’ve been holding back all night finally push their way to the surface. <<MCTalk "Mistress... Yesterday, I… I had a moment of weakness. I was so frustrated, so confused. The cage, the denial—it all just got to me, and I thought… I thought maybe I’d made a mistake. I regretted the whole deal, the arrangement… all of it. It felt so overwhelming, and I… I thought I couldn’t handle it.">> You pause, feeling the weight of your confession hang in the air. <<MCTalk "But tonight, after everything you did— I just want to say I’m sorry. And thank you, truly. I don’t know what I’d do without you.">> <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> expression softens, and she reaches out, brushing a strand of hair back behind your ear with the gentlest touch. <<AlexandraTalk "Oh, my sweet girl, there is nothing to apologize for. It’s only natural to feel overwhelmed sometimes.">> Her hand lingers near your face, fingers barely brushing your cheek, warm and grounding. She continues, her voice steady, warm, comforting. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra36.jpg" height=400></div> <<AlexandraTalk "You’re making a real sacrifice here, wearing the cage, giving in to denial—it isn’t easy. I know that. But it’s a sacrifice not only for a better relationship with Jessica but also for something much bigger than you can see right now.">> You look at her, eyes slightly narrowed in curiosity, not fully understanding but deeply attentive. <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> gaze holds an intensity that both reassures and mystifies you. <<AlexandraTalk "This sacrifice you’re making now, it’s setting you up for something beautiful, something far more joyful than you could imagine right now.">> <<MCTalk "I… I don’t fully understand.">> <<AlexandraTalk "You don’t have to understand it all now, darling. Just trust that you’re in good hands.">> In that moment, her words settle over you, warm and comforting, as if something inside of you finally clicks into place. You feel safe, truly seen, and you realize that <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> unwavering presence has filled a place in your heart you hadn’t known was empty. You meet her gaze, the full weight of your trust in your eyes. <<MCTalk "I fully trust you Mistress. Thank you, for everything.">> Your voice is a whisper but you believe in your words. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> gives your hand a final squeeze, her smile never faltering, and in that quiet moment, with the shadows of the night pressing in around you, you feel something like peace, a gentle strength that you know will carry you forward. After a pause, you pull back slightly, glancing at the clock and noticing how late it’s gotten. You take a breath, steadying yourself, though part of you doesn’t want to leave the safe haven <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> has created tonight. <<MCTalk "I… I should probably head home, it’s really late, and I don’t want to be a burden.">> [[Alexandra’s eyebrows lift in playful disbelief.|AlexandraMeet5][$p=11]] <<elseif $p eq 11>> <<AlexandraTalk "Don’t be silly, darling. You’re staying the night. In fact, you’ll be sleeping with me in my bed.">> You feel a rush of excitement at the thought, your heart fluttering in anticipation. <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> presence is captivating enough, but the idea of being so close, sharing her bed, and feeling her warmth beside you—it’s exhilarating. Before you can respond, she leans in, her breath tickling your ear as she whispers in a low, sultry tone. <<AlexandraTalk "I have another gift for you, my sweet girl. Why not give it to you tonight… a little earlier than I planned?">> Her words send a thrill through you, a mix of anticipation and curiosity swirling inside you. You remember her last “gift,” the cage, and wonder if this one might be something similar. Your heart races, nervous yet intrigued. <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> fingers entwine with yours, and with a subtle pull, she guides you up from the couch. Without a word, you follow her lead, her hand warm and steady in yours, grounding you as she takes you down the familiar hallway. Her presence is mesmerizing, her beauty and poise more striking than ever under the soft glow of her penthouse lights. With every step closer to her bedroom, your excitement only builds, the feeling of being led by her hand both comforting and exhilarating. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra Bedroom.jpg" height=500></div> In <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> bedroom, she tells you to sit and wait as she goes into her dressing room, closing the door behind her. You wait, your heart beating faster with each second. Standing in the soft light, you feel a mix of exhaustion and excitement. After everything tonight—the painful confrontation with your mother, the hours spent in tears, and the warmth of <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> comfort—you feel steadier but still vulnerable. Yet here, in her space, you feel secure. This moment feels like a balm, a way of moving past everything and grounding yourself in something beautiful, something comforting. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> steps out of her dressing room, and the sight of her stops you in your tracks. She’s wrapped in a hot pink sheer babydoll lingerie that hugs her curves perfectly, cascading down her body in delicate lace and satin that accentuates every graceful line. A matching pink choker circles her neck, adding an enticing edge to her look, while the deep plunge of the babydoll draws your gaze down along her soft, inviting curves. She looks like a vision—more than that, she looks like a gift, a present wrapped just for you. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra34.jpg" height=600></div> <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> Your mouth falls open, and you feel heat rising to your cheeks. <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> smile is knowing and playful as she meets your gaze, her eyes twinkling with amusement at your awestruck expression. Her beauty is mesmerizing, and you can't look away, feeling every part of her allure reach out and envelop you. [[Alexandra is amused with your reaction.|AlexandraMeet5][$p=12]] <<elseif $p eq 12>> <<AlexandraTalk "Oh darling, you’ve seen me naked before.">> Her voice is soft, teasing, as if she’s savoring your reaction, her posture one of complete confidence as she takes in your open-mouthed admiration. Yet, tonight it feels different—there’s something deeper in her eyes, something that goes beyond her usual playful dominance. She seems to be basking in your attention, your adoration, with a warmth that feels more intimate, more personal than usual. In her hand, she holds a small, elegant box tied with a satin ribbon. She steps forward, watching your reaction as she holds it out toward you. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra35.jpg" height=600></div> <<AlexandraTalk "This is for you.">> You take the box, feeling the weight of the moment. You carefully pull the ribbon from the box, lifting its lid to reveal what <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> has chosen for you—a pastel pink babydoll lingerie set, delicate and soft in your hands. The fabric catches the light, its gentle color so unlike the bold hot pink <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> wears. The matching panties are edged with dainty frills, adding an innocent charm that makes your heart flutter. The sight and feel of it, soft and intentionally chosen just for you, fills you with a warmth that nearly overwhelms. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> watches you, her eyes reflecting tenderness and understanding. <<AlexandraTalk "I wanted to wear something similar for you, little one.">> Your fingers trace the smooth material, and as you absorb her words, a deep emotion rises within you—gratitude, admiration, and something warmer, something that erases the shadows left by your mother’s rejection. In this soft, thoughtful gesture, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> has given you a space to embrace your femininity without shame, a place where you are fully accepted, cherished, even adored. For the first time in hours, the ache in your chest gives way, replaced by an affection for <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> that roots itself firmly in your heart. <<MCTalk "Thank you Ale-Mistress.">> Your voice is barely a whisper. Emotion tugs at your words, and for once, it’s not from pain but from a love and appreciation so full it makes your heart ache. Her lips curve into a gentle smile. <<AlexandraTalk "You’re very welcome, darling. Now, put it on. I want to see my little one all dolled up, and then we can curl up together and rest.">> [[Undress.|AlexandraMeet5][$p=13]] <<elseif $p eq 13>> You meet her gaze, giving her a soft smile as you nod. Rising to your feet, you set the box aside and begin to slip out of your clothes. The weight of the night seems to lift from your shoulders as you undress, the cool air meeting your skin as each layer falls away, leaving only the small pink cage at your center. In its own way, it’s a reminder of the commitment you’ve made to both her and to this journey. And in this moment, with <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> watching you with warmth and pride, it feels less like a restriction and more like a symbol—a symbol of your dedication, your trust, your blossoming. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/MCCage.jpg" height=500></div> As you stand there, undressed but for the delicate cage that rests between your thighs, you glance up to see <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> gaze fall onto it with a pleased glint in her eyes. Her lips curl into a smile, and she steps closer, letting her fingertips graze the cage. The touch, light yet deliberate, sends a shiver through you. <<AlexandraTalk "Oh, this suits you so well, my little one. I see you’re already… quite taken with the view.">> <<link[[Submit fully to Alexandra’s control.|AlexandraMeet5]]>><<set $p to 14>><<set $alexandrameet5thirdchoice to 1>><</link>> <<link[[Blush and stammer, overwhelmed by her teasing.|AlexandraMeet5]]>><<set $p to 14>><<set $alexandrameet5thirdchoice to 2>><</link>> <<link[[Express your admiration and devotion openly.|AlexandraMeet5]]>><<set $p to 14>><<set $alexandrameet5thirdchoice to 3>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 14>> <<if $alexandrameet5thirdchoice eq 1>><<set $sub +=1>> Her touch lingers, light yet deliberate, sending waves of heat through your body. Your breathing quickens, the ache in the cage intensifying with every second. You can barely hold yourself still, every nerve in your body alight with need. The question you dare not ask: <mc><i>Is she going to unlock me?</i></mc> Echoes in your mind, but the words catch in your throat, too bold to voice aloud. She doesn’t need you to speak to understand. Her lips curve into that knowing smile, her fingers tracing the edge of the cage one final time before pulling away. <<AlexandraTalk "Patience, darling. Be a good girl, and I promise there will be pleasure beyond anything you can imagine. Now, put on your new set.">> Her words flow over you like silk, equal parts soothing and tantalizing, leaving your body trembling with anticipation and frustration. You nod quickly, your hands fidgeting in front of you, unsure where to channel the intense mix of emotions coursing through you. The cage feels heavier, not as a burden but as a symbol of her control—a delicious reminder of the power she wields over your desires. She gestures toward the box, her eyes softening with affection as she watches you reach for it. The soft pastel pink fabric within promises a different kind of release, one of surrender and trust. As you take it into your hands, the warmth of her gaze fills the room, grounding you as you prepare to step into this next act of submission. <<elseif $alexandrameet5thirdchoice eq 2>> The moment her fingers graze the cage, your cheeks flush a deep crimson, and you instinctively shift your gaze downward, too embarrassed to meet her eyes. The sensation is both electrifying and overwhelming, but you fight to suppress your reaction, biting your lower lip as your body betrays you. <<MCTalk "Mistress, I—">> You stammer, unsure of how to continue, but she simply chuckles, her hand moving away as her eyes linger on your flustered state. <<AlexandraTalk "Oh, my sweet little one, don’t try to hide it. I know exactly how you feel.">> Her teasing words only deepen your embarrassment, and you fidget where you stand, heart racing as she retrieves the box with the pastel pink lingerie. Her confidence, her unwavering poise, leaves you feeling small yet comforted, unable to resist her magnetic pull. <<elseif $alexandrameet5thirdchoice eq 3>><<set $sub +=2>> Her words draw your eyes up to meet hers, and you feel an intense wave of submission roll through you. The touch of her fingers on the cage is light yet electrifying, not just a reminder of the hold she has on your body, but a deeper testament to her command over your very being. A shiver runs down your spine as you gaze at her, your heart swelling with admiration and devotion. You swallow hard, your voice trembling slightly as you speak. <<MCTalk "Mistress… you always make me feel this way. You’re breathtaking, commanding, and so… perfect.">> Your words spill out with sincerity, your cheeks warming with the vulnerability of baring yourself so openly. Yet, there’s no hesitation in <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> response. Her expression softens, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as her smile turns tender. <<AlexandraTalk "Oh, my darling, my little one. You flatter me so beautifully. It’s no wonder you fit so perfectly into my world.">> Her praise washes over you like sunlight breaking through clouds, filling you with a radiant warmth that chases away every doubt and insecurity. The delicate balance between her power and her affection keeps you entranced, and you find yourself leaning slightly into her touch, seeking more of her presence. <<AlexandraLove 1>> For a moment the cage feels not like a restraint but as a symbol of devotion, a bond that goes far deeper than words or gestures. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> sees this in your eyes, her fingers brushing your chin to guide your gaze back to hers. <<AlexandraTalk "Now, let’s see how my little one looks in her new gift. Put it on for me. I want to see you transformed, wrapped in my care.">> <</if>> You carefully pull on the pastel pink panties, the frills around the edges adding a sweet charm that makes your heart race. Then, you slip the babydoll over your shoulders, the light fabric settling over you in a way that feels like an embrace. Once fully dressed, you turn toward the mirror, catching sight of yourself in the outfit. <<set $stress =-10>><<Stress>> In the reflection, the soft, pastel pink complements your figure perfectly, creating an image both delicate and undeniably feminine. Without even thinking, you reach up and tug gently at the top, watching the way the fabric shifts over you. And there, you catch it—your own smile. It’s a soft, genuine smile, the kind that feels as though it’s been waiting to break free. Contrary to the cruel words of your mother, there’s no shame here, no regret—only a sense of completeness and joy. You touch your own cheek lightly, feeling a warmth there that no one can take away. This is who you are. And <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, the person who’s helped you embrace this part of yourself, stands behind you, her smile filled with admiration and pride. With a full heart, you turn toward her, gratitude and joy written in every line of your face, fully embracing yourself as <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> has embraced you. You take a moment to admire yourself in the mirror, letting out a soft laugh, the sound light and unburdened. The sincerity is clear in your voice as you turn slightly to the side, lifting one foot just so and letting your hands rest on your hips. With a playful tilt of your head, you strike a small pose, glancing over at <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> with a smile that’s both coy and delighted. You feel free, like a petite pin-up girl in the charming pastel babydoll, fully embracing your femininity. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/MCBabyDoll2.jpg" height=600></div> <<MCTalk "I love this set, Mistress.">> [[Alexandra shares your happiness and smiles.|AlexandraMeet5][$p=15]] <<elseif $p eq 15>> <<AlexandraTalk "You’re beautiful, darling. That lingerie fits you perfectly, like it was made just for you. It’s wonderful to see you like this. You look so… at home in yourself.">> Hearing her words fills you with a quiet joy and a deep sense of belonging, something you hadn’t known you’d been missing until now. You flash her one last, playful look before moving toward the bed, putting an extra sway in your steps. As you climb onto the bed, you hear the subtle intake of <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> breath, feeling her appreciative gaze on you as you settle in with a final, teasing view of the frilled panties hugging your hips. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/MCBabyDoll3.jpg" height=600></div><<set $stress =-10>><<Stress>> The lights dim as <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> flips the main switch, leaving only a warm glow from a nearby lamp to cast gentle shadows around the room. With the room bathed in a soft, amber glow, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> slips into bed beside you, her warmth radiating through the delicate layers of her own pink babydoll. She wraps one arm around you, drawing you in close until your back rests against her, her curves fitting naturally against yours. You nestle in, feeling her steady heartbeat beneath your shoulder blades, her presence wrapping around you as she holds you close. As her fingers glide softly over your arm, she whispers. <<AlexandraTalk "Good night, little one.">> Her voice is a gentle promise that fills you with a warmth that quiets every worry, silencing the echoes of doubt and pain from earlier. In her embrace, surrounded by her steady, calming presence, you feel safe—like you truly belong, free to be yourself without fear or hesitation. You close your eyes, your breathing falling in sync with hers, and let yourself be completely at peace, cocooned in the comfort of her arms. <<link[[Go to sleep in Alexandra's arms, in peace.|AlexandraMeet5]]>><<set $p to 16>><<set $time += 1>> <<TimeDay>> <<set $alreadymasturbated = 0>> <<set $alreadygamed = 0>> <<set $alreadyshowered = 0>> <<set $alreadytv to 0>> <<set $alreadysocmed to 0>> <<set $dtired = 0>> <</link>> <<elseif $p eq 16>> You stir as soft lips press against your forehead, the warmth and tenderness of the kiss waking you gently. As your eyes flutter open, you see <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> face hovering above you, her expression soft and reassuring. She’s still in her pink babydoll, her hair falling in loose waves over her shoulders, and the comforting sight of her makes you smile. <<AlexandraTalk "Good morning, little one.">><<set $stress =-10>><<Stress>> She murmurs, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. Her fingers linger on your cheek for a moment, warm and gentle. The faint aroma of something sweet reaches your nose, and you realize <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> already prepared breakfast. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/MCBabyDoll.jpg" height=600></div> After you rise, the scent of pancakes grows stronger, and it brings a new warmth to your chest. You follow her to the kitchen, both of you still in your matching babydolls, and the cozy intimacy of the moment makes you feel at home. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> gestures to the table, already set with plates and a neat stack of pancakes, glistening with syrup and topped with fresh berries. As you settle in, she pours you some tea, her gaze lingering as she checks on you, the subtle care in her expression evident. <<AlexandraTalk "How did you sleep? Feeling a little better?">> You nod, feeling the truth of it. <<MCTalk "Yes, I am. Thank you, really, for everything.">> You look up, meeting her eyes, grateful for her unwavering support through the whirlwind of yesterday. She reaches across the table, placing a gentle hand over yours. <<AlexandraTalk "You’re welcome, love. And remember, you’ll get things right with your mother in time. I’m sure of it.">> Her voice is steady, a source of hope that you hold onto despite the sting of yesterday’s rejection. You give a small nod, allowing yourself a flicker of that hope. <<MCTalk "I hope so too.">> You murmur, and in that moment, <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> support makes you feel stronger, ready to take on whatever may come. As you finish your last bite of pancake, a curious thought crosses your mind, and you look up at <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, your expression a mix of anticipation and nerves. <<MCTalk "What… what will happen today at Mr. Brown's villa?">> <<AlexandraTalk "Today, Jessica will be serving Mr. Brown for the first time and you, my dear, will be right by my side, watching them together.">> Her words settle in, and a shiver of excitement travels through you. <<MCTalk "Will they… you know… actually…">> You stammer slightly, the question lingering in your gaze. <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> eyes twinkle with amusement. <<AlexandraTalk "Jessica will not be fully claimed by him, yet.">> She replies, her smile gentle but leaving no room for question. You can’t help the quiet <mc>"Oh"</mc> that escapes you, laced with a hint of disappointment. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, ever perceptive, catches it and chuckles. <<AlexandraTalk "Eager, aren’t you?">> She teases, reaching over to brush her fingers against your cheek. Her praise warms you, despite your disappointment, the undercurrent of approval soothing the slight ache. As you both begin to gather your plates, another thought slips into your mind, and you hesitate before speaking up. [[You decide to ask about what is bothering you for a week.|AlexandraMeet5][$p=17]] <<elseif $p eq 17>> <<MCTalk "Mistress, will… will I be allowed to take the cage off today?">> The question holds a sliver of hope, but <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> gaze softens with a playful glint. <<AlexandraTalk "No.">> There’s no explanation or negotiation in her voice, just a decision you feel pressing down on you. The denial tinges you with frustration, but at the same time, it stirs something deeper, a feeling of surrender and submission that grounds you, as though her refusal were a guidepost you didn’t know you needed. Her hand rests on yours as she gives you a reassuring smile. <<AlexandraTalk "Just trust me, little one You will get your release soon.">> Once breakfast is cleared, you follow <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> back to her bedroom. She heads into her dressing room, leaving you to change out of the soft, pastel babydoll lingerie. The delicate fabric slips from your shoulders, and as you fold it, a small thrill runs through you as you remember <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> request to pack it. You carefully tuck it into your backpack, knowing that it feels like a piece of her will accompany you. Minutes later, both of you are dressed and ready, and <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> cool confidence keeps you grounded. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra37.jpg" height=600></div> She presses the elevator button, and the doors open with a gentle chime. The descent to the underground garage is quiet, save for the soft hum of the elevator, but the thrill in your chest only grows. You’re close—so close—to witnessing something you’ve fantasized about for weeks. The idea of <jessica>Jessica</jessica> serving <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, watching her suck his big black cock, fills you with anticipation. Once you’re seated in the smooth leather interior of <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> luxury SUV, she turns on some jazz, letting the rich, mellow notes fill the air. <<link[[You dream about Jessica and Mr. Brown.|AlexandraMeet5]]>><<set $p to 18>><<set $alexandrameet5fourthchoice to 1>><</link>> <<link[[You dream about Alexandra.|AlexandraMeet5]]>><<set $p to 18>><<set $alexandrameet5fourthchoice to 2>><</link>> <<link[[You dream about the future as a sissy cuckold.|AlexandraMeet5]]>><<set $p to 18>><<set $alexandrameet5fourthchoice to 3>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 18>> <<if $alexandrameet5fourthchoice eq 1>> The rhythm of the jazz wraps around you like a comforting cocoon, yet your thoughts spiral into vivid images of <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. Her beautiful face, her radiant smile, the way her body seems made for submission—all of it fills your mind, leaving you breathless with anticipation. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DayDreamAndre5.jpg" height=500></div> You imagine her kneeling before <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, her every movement a reflection of her desire to please him. The thought is both mesmerizing and daunting, a reminder of the incredible power dynamic you’re about to witness. You envision her surrendering herself fully, her soft moans filling the room as she lets go of every inhibition. A pang of envy flickers in your chest, sharp and undeniable, as you picture her being molded to perfection by his touch, her every response a testament to her devotion. The anticipation pulls you further and further from yesterday’s pain and your <ophelia>mother's</ophelia> harsh words. Instead, the thought of <jessica>Jessica</jessica> giving herself over to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> fully consumes you, and with each passing moment, you feel yourself letting go, all your insecurities and doubts replaced by a single, undeniable excitement. As the villa comes into view, your pulse quickens. The vivid images in your mind sharpen, each detail more intoxicating than the last. You shift slightly in your seat, the growing heat in your body a reminder of how deeply this experience has already gripped you. You glance at <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, who remains focused on the road, her calm demeanor a stark contrast to the storm of emotions swirling within you. <<elseif $alexandrameet5fourthchoice eq 2>> The soft notes of jazz weave a tranquil melody, but your heart races, the excitement inside you swelling with each passing mile. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> presence is steady, a grounding force that keeps you anchored even as your thoughts drift to the villa. You steal a glance at her, marveling at her poise. Everything about her radiates control and elegance, from the way her fingers grip the steering wheel to the quiet confidence in her gaze. A sudden wave of determination grips you. Today isn’t just about <jessica>Jessica</jessica> or <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>; it’s about proving yourself to <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, showing her that you belong by her side. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DayDreamAlexandra2.jpg" height=500></div> The soft notes of jazz weave a tranquil melody, but your heart races, the excitement inside you swelling with each passing mile. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> presence is steady, a grounding force that keeps you anchored even as your thoughts drift to the villa. You steal a glance at her, marveling at her poise. Everything about her radiates control and elegance, from the way her fingers grip the steering wheel to the quiet confidence in her gaze. The sight fills you with awe—a reminder of the magnetic force she exudes and the honor it is to be beside her. A surge of emotion wells up in your chest. Today isn’t just about <jessica>Jessica</jessica> or <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>; it’s also about <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> and you. You don’t need her words to know this day is as much a test for you as it is an opportunity. A chance to show her your devotion, your worth, and your readiness to embrace everything she’s guiding you toward. Your hand twitches slightly, tempted to reach for hers, but you stop yourself. Instead, you settle into silence, a silent vow forming in your mind: to meet her expectations, to stay grounded and focused under her gaze. The thought fills you with resolve. You glance out the window as the scenery shifts, trying to mask the anticipation bubbling within you. Yet, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> catches the movement out of the corner of her eye, her lips curving into a knowing smile. <<AlexandraTalk "Don’t overthink, darling.">> Her voice is soft yet firm, brushing away your lingering doubts as effortlessly as the breeze ruffling her hair. You take a deep breath, letting her words settle over you. Whatever happens at the villa, you’ll make her proud. <<elseif $alexandrameet5fourthchoice eq 3>> The soft rhythm of jazz fills the SUV, each note like a gentle wave lapping at the edges of your thoughts. Yet, your mind drifts far from the present, carried away by the tantalizing possibilities of what the future might hold. Your imagination takes you weeks, maybe months ahead. You picture <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, radiant and confident, no longer just your girlfriend but something more—a personal doll for <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. In your mind’s eye, she thrives under his guidance, her every step, gesture, and smile molded perfectly to his desires. The thought fills you with awe and arousal rather than jealousy. After all, this is the path you both chose, the roles you were meant to embrace. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DayDreamMC2.jpg" height=500></div> You imagine yourself there as well, her devoted sissy cuckold. The chastity cage, the feminine body you've worked so hard to perfect, the pretty dresses <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> loves to see you in—it all feels right, a natural progression of who you’ve become. The image doesn’t sting or humiliate you anymore; instead, it fills you with a sense of purpose and belonging. In this imagined future, you’re beside <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, her "Little One” her treasured sub. The thought of kneeling at her feet, her hand gently stroking your hair as she praises you for being everything she wants, makes your heart swell with devotion. She’s your anchor, your guide through this new life, and the one who sees and nurtures your potential. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DayDreamAndre5.jpg" height=500></div> The vision shifts again. You see <jessica>Jessica</jessica> kneeling before <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, her lips parted in eager submission, her gaze one of adoration. You’re watching from <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> lap, her arms draped casually around your shoulders, her warmth grounding you. The scene is intimate, beautiful, and utterly right. Your breath catches, and a soft sigh escapes your lips. You’re so lost in the vivid future you don’t notice <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> glancing at you until her hand brushes against yours. <<AlexandraTalk "Lost in thought again, little one?">> Her voice is soft and playful, the hint of amusement in her tone making your cheeks warm. You blink and meet her gaze with a small smile. <<MCTalk "Yes, Mistress. Just… thinking about what’s ahead.">> Her chuckle is low and knowing, her eyes glinting with satisfaction as she turns her attention back to the road. <<AlexandraTalk "Good. That’s exactly where your mind should be. Today is another step forward, and I expect you to take it with grace.">> Her words settle over you like a comforting weight, the anticipation buzzing inside you stronger than ever. The villa comes into view, grand and imposing against the lush backdrop, and you take a steadying breath. Whatever the day holds, you’re ready—because you trust her, and that trust has brought you further than you ever thought possible. <</if>> You’ve arrived at the villa. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> pulls up, her confident calm a reassuring anchor. <<link[[You’re ready, more ready than ever.|AndreMeet8]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $alexandraquest to 6>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> The luxury SUV hums to a stop in front of <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> sprawling villa. As you step out with <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, a blend of anticipation and nerves washes over you. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> stands by the front entrance, a welcoming smile spreading across his face. He’s dressed in his usual sophisticated style, exuding a calm, commanding presence that both steadies you and reminds you of the reason you’re here. <<AndreTalk "Good morning, you two, come in, please.">> As you follow him inside, the opulent interior contrasts with the tension that still lingers from yesterday. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> gives your shoulder a light, encouraging squeeze before turning to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. <<AlexandraTalk "I just need to freshen up I’ll be back in a moment.">> She slips away, leaving you alone with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, whose gaze remains fixed on you with a look of quiet understanding. He leads you further into the villa, stopping in a cozy sitting area with plush armchairs. <<AndreTalk "So, how are you feeling about today?">> His tone is genuinely interested, a mixture of curiosity and warmth that invites honesty. You feel a rush of excitement flare in your chest as the reality of the situation hits you. It’s finally happening—<jessica>Jessica</jessica> will be with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, and you’ll be able to watch, a dynamic you’ve been building toward for weeks. <<MCTalk "I… I feel ready it’s, well, something I’ve wanted for a while now. The idea of seeing Jessica… with you—it’s really exciting.">> Your cheeks flush, but you don’t feel embarrassed. <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> reassuring expression makes it easy to be honest. A small smile touches his lips, and he nods. <<AndreTalk "I’m glad to hear that. I know this is a new experience for you, but I know you will enjoy the show.">> You nod, taking a deep breath, feeling your nerves steady under his calm demeanor. <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> way of speaking, the confidence and sincerity in his tone fills you with reassurance. <<MCTalk "Thank you.">> You say softly, realizing just how much this support means to you. <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> smile softens, and he motions toward a nearby hallway. <<AndreTalk "Jessica’s waiting in the dining room. We just finished breakfast.">> [[Go and see Jessica.|AndreMeet8][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/JessicaFirstBJ2.jpg" height=500></div> As you step into the dining room, your gaze lands on <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, and you find yourself momentarily stunned. She’s standing by the table, wearing a sleek, black leather mini dress that clings to her figure. The sleeveless design emphasizes her toned arms, while the dress itself accentuates every curve. Her dark hair cascades over her shoulders, and her makeup—a perfect smoky eye and those full, glossy lips—adds to the allure. She looks even more beautiful, striking in her confidence and poise. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/JessicaFirstBJ3.jpg" height=500></div> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> notices your reaction immediately, a knowing smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. She lifts one arm above her head, striking a playful, sultry pose, accentuating her curves as she lets you take her in. <<JessicaTalk "You like the dress?">> <<MCTalk "You look incredible!">> <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> smirk turns into a full smile, and she steps closer, letting you catch the faint scent of her perfume. <<JessicaTalk "I’ve been preparing for this, the dress, the lingerie, the makeup and the perfume. And I sucked that dildo every day for a week. You know, I want Mr. Brown to appreciate me and my blowjob skills.">> She gives you a cheeky wink, alluding to her recent time spent perfecting her technique. Her words heighten the anticipation, making your pulse race. There’s an air of shared excitement between you two, the culmination of everything you’ve both prepared for, making this moment feel charged and thrilling [[Jessica’s smirk fades slightly as she leans in, a gleam of curiosity in her eyes.|AndreMeet8][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> <<JessicaTalk "I mean, I know Mr. Brown is... well, big, I saw his bulge... but I think I’m ready for him.">> She bites her lip, a flicker of excitement crossing her face. You stifle a laugh, raising an eyebrow. <<MCTalk "You really think you’re prepared? No amount of practice could get you ready for... that.">> <<JessicaTalk "What? You saw it? How big is he, really?">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/JessicaFirstBJ.jpg" height=500></div> <<MCTalk "Let’s just say... it’s something you’ll never forget. But I don’t want to spoil anything.">> <<JessicaTalk "Oh my god. When did you see it? Come on, you must tell me!">> You hesitate, feeling your cheeks warm under her gaze. You don't want to confess how you sneakily watched <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> fucking <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. <<MCTalk "Uh… yeah, Alexandra sent me a video this week. You know, just to tease me in my cage.">> <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> eyes widen, her lips parting in surprise. <<JessicaTalk "A video? So, you actually saw…?">> <<MCTalk "Yeah. And… well, let’s just say he’s... big. Like, really big.">> <<JessicaTalk "Oh, I'm nervous. I hope I can satisfy him. By the way are you still wearing the cage?">> <<MCTalk "Yeah, Alexandra told me it will be on as I watch you two.">> <<JessicaTalk "Did you get used to it?">> You sigh, a mix of frustration and acceptance flooding you. <<MCTalk "It’s frustrating, especially when I get… you know, turned on. But Alexandra promised rewards so I am hanging on.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> chuckles softly but then notices your expression shift, a shadow passing over you. Memories of your mother’s words from yesterday resurface, hitting you with a pang of sadness. You try to push them away, not wanting to dim the mood. <<JessicaTalk "Are you okay baby?">> <<MCTalk "Something happened yesterday, something… not great. But can we talk about it later? Like, maybe Sunday?">> <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> brow creases in concern, and she reaches for your hand, giving it a comforting squeeze. <<JessicaTalk "Of course, babe. Whenever you’re ready.">> You give her a small, grateful smile, feeling her warmth lift your spirits. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> nods, her thumb brushing over your knuckles. [[Mr. Brown enters the dining room, his gaze settling on you and Jessica with a warm smile.|AndreMeet8][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> <<AndreTalk "Jessica, would you mind if I borrow $femname for a bit?">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> gives a small nod, releasing your hand with a reassuring squeeze. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> leads you to a secluded room, where the soft light and gentle atmosphere feel far from the intensity of the villa. He closes the door, his expression shifting from his usual confidence to something more vulnerable and empathetic. He looks at you for a long moment, as if weighing his words. <<AndreTalk "Alexandra told me what happened yesterday with your mother. I’m truly sorry, $femname. I can only imagine how painful that must’ve been.">> His expression holds a depth you haven’t seen before, his gaze dropping for a moment. There's a flicker of old pain, almost a shadow he’s not ready to fully share but one you can feel nonetheless. <<AndreTalk "Families... they don't always understand who we are, or the paths we take. Sometimes their own fear or pride gets in the way, and it can be… lonely. But I want you to know that here, in this space, you’re safe. You’re not alone, and you’re valued exactly as you are.">> He meets your eyes, and you feel the weight of his sincerity. There’s a warmth in his gaze, an empathy that seems to run far deeper than you might expect. You breathe out, feeling some of yesterday's hurt and confusion lift as his words sink in. <<link[[Ask to hug Mr. Brown.|AndreMeet8]]>><<set $p to 5>><<set $andremeet8firstchoice to 1>><</link>> <<link[[Ask to sit on Mr. Brown's lap.|AndreMeet8]]>><<set $p to 5>><<set $andremeet8firstchoice to 2>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 5>> <<if $andremeet8firstchoice eq 1>> You hesitate, feeling a tangle of emotions bubbling just beneath the surface. Finally, you glance up at him, your voice soft and unsure. <<MCTalk "Could I… could I hug you?">> For a moment, <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> looks at you with something deeper than understanding—an unspoken acknowledgment of the weight you’re carrying. Then, a warm smile touches his lips, and he opens his arms in a gesture of welcome. <<AndreTalk "Of course, little one. Come here.">> You step forward, your movements tentative, but the moment his arms encircle you, every trace of hesitation melts away. He holds you firmly yet gently, his embrace radiating a strength that feels unshakable. His chest is solid and warm against you, and the steady rhythm of his breathing draws you in, grounding you in the moment. His hand begins to move in soothing, rhythmic pats against your back, a quiet yet powerful gesture of reassurance. <<AndreTalk "No matter what your mother may say, or how the outside world looks at you, little one, you have us here.">> The words, spoken softly yet with conviction, settle into you like a promise. Tears you hadn’t realized were building prick at the corners of your eyes, and a shuddering breath escapes you. His embrace tightens slightly, as though anchoring you to the truth in his words. The world outside—your mother’s harsh words, the judgment, the confusion—fades into insignificance as you let yourself fully lean into the moment. It’s more than a hug; it’s a lifeline, a quiet declaration that you’re not alone. <<MCTalk "I… I don’t even know what to say. Thank you… for this, for everything.">> His hand stills on your back for a moment, and his voice, low and soothing, carries a warmth that seems to envelop you further. <<AndreTalk "You don’t need to say anything, little one. Just know that you’re cared for. That’s all that matters.">> For the first time in what feels like forever, a sense of peace washes over you. His presence is like a shield, warding off the doubts and fears that had been clawing at you. You close your eyes, resting against him, letting yourself simply be in his embrace. When you finally pull back, his hands remain on your shoulders, steadying you. His gaze meets yours, filled with a quiet encouragement. <<AndreTalk "You’re stronger than you know. And you’ll never have to face any of this alone, not here.">> You nod, a small but genuine smile forming on your lips. <<MCTalk "I’ll try to remember that. Thank you, really.">> He gives your shoulders a light squeeze before releasing you, the warmth of his touch lingering like an unspoken promise. <<elseif $andremeet8firstchoice eq 2>><<set $bbcinterest +=2>><<set $sub +=1>> You hesitate, biting your lip as a wave of nervous energy courses through you. The words you’re about to say feel almost too bold, too vulnerable, but the ache for comfort—and something more—pushes you forward. <<MCTalk "Could I… maybe sit on your lap? I… I just remember feeling so safe there before.">> The room feels heavy with silence for a moment, but then <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> tilts his head slightly, his gaze softening. There’s a flicker of something in his eyes—perhaps surprise, perhaps understanding—but his voice remains calm and steady. <<AndreTalk "If that’s what you need, little one, of course. Come here.">> You step closer, your heart pounding as his hands guide you gently by the waist. Turning sideways, you lower yourself onto his lap, your legs curled to one side. The instant you settle against him, a warmth spreads through you, his solid frame beneath you both comforting and commanding. The moment your weight rests fully on him, you feel it—firm and unmistakable, pressing against the curve of your thigh. A rush of heat blooms in your cheeks, and you instinctively glance away, your breath catching. He doesn’t react outwardly, his demeanor remaining composed, yet there’s an undeniable tension in the air, a shared awareness neither of you acknowledges. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/MrBrown5.jpg" height=500></div> His hands rest lightly on your waist, anchoring you. His touch is firm but not intrusive, his thumbs tracing soothing circles against the fabric of your clothes. The gesture is comforting, grounding, and yet every nerve in your body is acutely aware of his presence, of the sheer power beneath his controlled exterior. <<AndreTalk "Families can be complicated, little one. But I want you to know, here, you’re safe. You’ll always be safe.">> His words resonate deeply, his voice low and steady, a calming presence that wraps around you like a blanket. You lean slightly into him, your cheek brushing against his chest. The steady rise and fall of his breathing draws you in, a rhythm that feels like a lifeline. His hand moves, sliding from your waist to the small of your back. The touch is protective, yet the warmth of his palm sends a shiver down your spine. The pressure of his body against yours, the heat of his presence, and the knowledge of what lies beneath make the moment feel charged, intimate in a way that borders on the forbidden. <<MCTalk "Thank you Daddy, this just feels right. I feel I’m safe here.">> <<AndreTalk "That’s all I want for you, little one. To feel safe. To know you’re cared for.">> A soft blush creeps up your cheeks as you lift your head to meet his gaze. <</if>> <<AndreTalk "Are you sure you're ready for today? If you’re in any pain, we can postpone all of it. I want you to feel fully at ease. Just say the word.">> His concern touches you deeply, an added layer of warmth filling the room. You give a small nod, taking in the support and kindness radiating from him. After everything you’ve been through—the painful words from your mother, the uncertainty about this new role—his reassurance feels like a balm. You manage a soft smile, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over you. <<MCTalk "Thank you but, I… I can’t wait to watch you with Jessica. It’ll be… a good distraction from everything else.">> <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> gaze holds yours, his lips lifting in a smile that feels both encouraging and accepting. [[He gives your shoulder a supportive squeeze before standing and leading you out of the room.|AndreMeet8][$p=6]] <<elseif $p eq 6>> As you both enter the living room, you find <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> waiting, both with an air of quiet expectation. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> glances at you, excitement evident in her bright eyes, and <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> gaze holds that steady confidence, her eyes meeting yours as she gestures for you to join her on the couch. <<AlexandraTalk "Come here, love.">> You comply, settling into her warm embrace as her arm wraps around you. With you secure at her side, <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> attention shifts to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. They exchange a look that radiates shared understanding, and without a word, <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> takes <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> hand, pulling her gently into his space. Their chemistry ignites in the simplicity of the moment; a slow, deep gaze as they inch closer. The tension builds as they lean in, <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> hands resting on his chest as his hand finds the small of her back. Then, with a breathless pause, their lips meet. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/JessicaDaddyKiss.jpg" height=500></div> The kiss begins tenderly, a slow and intimate rhythm that speaks of anticipation and patience. Their hands roam in subtle, teasing caresses, their connection drawing you in with each passing moment. Fully dressed yet undeniably captivating, their kiss holds a magnetic pull, both restrained and deeply sensual. Beside you, <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> arm tightens around you, and your pulse quickens, caged and yearning. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> pulls back from the kiss, her gaze flicking up to <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre>, a question in her eyes as she murmurs. <<JessicaTalk "May I?">> Her voice is soft, filled with anticipation and just a hint of nerves. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> answers with a nod and a gentle smile, silently encouraging her. With a steadying breath, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> lowers herself gracefully to her knees, her leather dress hugging her curves as she positions herself before him. She reaches for his zipper with delicate hands, and as she reveals him, her eyes go wide, breath catching. Her lips part slightly, and for a moment, she’s completely speechless. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/JessicaFirstBJ4.jpg" height=500></div> <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> <<JessicaTalk "Oh my god!">> You feel your own pulse race, heat rushing through you as your gaze locks onto the scene. The cage around you becomes all the more present, a reminder of your restraint even as arousal courses through you. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> leans in close, her warm breath brushing against your ear. <<AlexandraTalk "Doesn’t it look even bigger when you’re right here, this close?">> She whispers, her tone low and teasing, each word sinking into you with a delicious weight. Her hand rests on your thigh, grounding you while her words stir that familiar mix of envy and longing. As <jessica>Jessica</jessica> draws closer, her lips parted and gaze fixed, <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> gently places a hand on her shoulder, stopping her. <<AndreTalk "Not here, let’s go to my room.">> [[Alexandra gets up and takes Jessica's hand.|AndreMeet8][$p=7]] <<elseif $p eq 7>> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> takes <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> hand, allowing herself to be led across the room, each step a reminder of the anticipation filling the air. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> watches them go, his gaze calm and steady, then turns back to you with a quiet smile. When the two of you are alone, he glances over at you, his tone soft. <<AndreTalk "Alexandra locked you up, didn’t she?">> Flushed from all that’s happened—the sight of <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, the teasing whispers, being so close to him just moments ago—you nod, your cheeks warm. A soft smile touches his lips as he removes his pants, setting them aside in a deliberate motion. He then looks at you, his expression inviting yet calm. <<AndreTalk "Now, let’s have you undress too.">> Hands slightly trembling, you begin to pull off each piece of clothing, aware of his quiet, unwavering presence. In moments, the last item slips away, and you’re standing there with him in the quiet room, close and unguarded, feeling a mixture of nerves and excitement in the stillness that surrounds you both. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/MCCage.jpg" height=500></div> Standing there beside <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, you can’t ignore the contrast between the two of you. Your gaze flickers downward, despite yourself, to his half-hard size. The stark contrast is undeniable, and it feels like a quiet reminder of the changes you’ve been moving toward. Caged as you are, you feel both vulnerable and strangely at peace in this submission. A fluttering sensation wells up as <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> glances over you, openly taking in your transformed appearance. He looks like as aroused as you are, the idea of him finding you attractive makes your heart beat faster. You meet his gaze briefly, then find yourself pulled back down, almost hypnotized by the size and presence of him. The sight overwhelms you, a blend of admiration and arousal coiling in your chest, confirming how right this feels despite everything your <ophelia>mother</ophelia> said. [[Mr. Brown’s warm hand wraps around yours, guiding you to his bedroom with steady, assured steps.|AndreMeet8][$p=8]] <<elseif $p eq 8>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/AndreHand2.jpg" height=300></div> Inside, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> sits on a plush sofa with a knowing smile, her eyes alight with anticipation. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> stands near her, looking breathtaking in her matching black lingerie set. The sight of her, now stripped down to that delicate lace, intensifies the energy in the room. <<AlexandraTalk "Oh you two look so sexy together. The comparison is striking!">> With <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> words you feel even smaller next to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and his huge black cock. <<AlexandraTalk "Look Andre, Jessica is wearing all black, before she goes black.">> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> laughs, a hint of bashfulness crossing her face as she glances between <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and you. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/JessicaFirstBJ5.jpg" height=500></div> <<AlexandraTalk "Come, sit with me. Now’s the time to enjoy your show, darling.">> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> pats a towel laid out on the sofa beside her, her voice playful. You settle onto the towel beside her, your pulse quickening as the atmosphere shifts around you. This is your moment as the viewer, the voyeur, the cuck. Finally, <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> lays back on the bed, casting <jessica>Jessica</jessica> a smoldering look. <<AndreTalk "Get fully naked for me.">> <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> breath catches, her cheeks flushing as her hands move to unclasp her lingerie, the anticipation building. Your heart races as <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> places a comforting hand on your knee. [[You watch as Jessica strips.|AndreMeet8][$p=9]] <<elseif $p eq 9>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/JessicaFirstBJ6.jpg" height=600></div> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> stands before the large bedroom window, bathed in the soft glow of light streaming in, her figure radiating a sort of angelic allure. Her bare skin catches the light, highlighting her form in a way that feels almost ethereal, every curve delicate and perfectly defined. You can’t tear your eyes away, and neither can anyone else in the room. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> leans toward you, her breath warm against your ear as she whispers. <<AlexandraTalk "Look at her, like she was made just for him… and for you to watch.">> Her voice is soft, laced with intrigue, drawing you even deeper into the moment. The sensation makes your pulse race, your body tense with excitement and a hint of vulnerability. <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> gaze is steady, appraising <jessica>Jessica</jessica> with a reverent hunger. <<AndreTalk "Turn around.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> complies, her movements slow and graceful, revealing every inch as she pivots. From where you sit, you can see her glowing confidence, the way she becomes an object of pure desire for everyone here, her beauty casting a spell over the room. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/JessicaFirstBJ7.jpg" height=600></div> Your gaze darts between <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> substantial cock on the bed, the intensity in his expression, and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> standing like an invitation in front of him. Your arousal pulses against the confines of your cage, almost unbearably heightened, yet impossible to relieve <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> hand remains on your knee, grounding yet teasing. <<AndreTalk "You look perfect Jessica. Come closer now.">> Her steps are tentative at first, then more assured as she closes the distance, caught in the magnetic pull of his presence, and with every step, the air thickens around you, intensifying the spell. [[Jessica gets on the bed and goes to Mr. Brown's big black cock.|AndreMeet8][$p=10]] <<elseif $p eq 10>> <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> eyes are wide and fixated on him, never breaking contact. There’s a raw intensity to her gaze that you’ve never seen before, a complete surrender to the moment that underscores her desire. Her hands rest gently on his thighs, reverent, and she breathes deeply, almost as if savoring the anticipation before she begins. She spits on his cock, making it glisten wet. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> licks the huge shaft as she holds on to the huge cock. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AndreV/JessicaDaddyBJ2.mp4"/></div> <<JessicaTalk "Oh my god Daddy, I cannot how believe how big it is!">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> places her head next to <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> cock. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/JessicaDaddySize.jpg" height=500></div> <mc><i>It is bigger than her head...</i></mc> <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> <<JessicaTalk "I cannot even wrap my fingers around it. It is so beautiful Daddy.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> looks completely mesmerized, her mind cannot comprehend the huge cock she is holding in her hand. The only "cock" she had touched before was your <mc>little clit</mc>. As <jessica>Jessica</jessica> cannot get enough of it, she starts to rub it to her perky boobs. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AndreV/JessicaDaddyBJ.mp4"/></div> <<AlexandraTalk "See how much she’s into this? It’s not just size—it’s confidence, power… look how she melts for him.">> [[Your cheeks flush, heartbeat quickening as you watch Jessica’s devotion to Mr. Brown.|AndreMeet8][$p=11]] <<elseif $p eq 11>> She looks down, rubbing his fully hard cock against her soft, bare skin, her own excitement palpable as she presses her chest to him. Her cheeks are flushed, eyes still wide with arousal, and she bites her lip, clearly savoring every inch, savoring the difference that leaves her breathless. Her amazement draws you in further, amplifying the contrast with the moments you’d shared with her. <<AlexandraTalk "See how she can’t get enough? It’s almost overwhelming for her.">> A sudden, undeniable warmth spreads through you, and you feel yourself ache within the confines of your pink cage. Despite yourself, a small bead of pre-cum escapes, spotting the towel beneath you. You swallow, pulse racing as you watch <jessica>Jessica</jessica> completely lose herself, her submission to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> palpable and magnetic. This display, her awestruck expressions, and her eager, reverent touch on his cock—it all makes your heart race and your body betray you in a way you can’t control. <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> sharp eyes catch the damp mark on the towel, a smirk spreading across her face as she leans close. <<AlexandraTalk "Oh, look at you, they didn't even properly begin. Seems you’re getting just as into this as she is. Can’t help yourself, can you, darling?">> <<AndreTalk "Jessica, it is time to show how much you practiced your throat.">> <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> eyes widen momentarily at <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> instruction, but the determination and eagerness in her expression are unmistakable. She takes a breath, visibly gathering her courage, her gaze never leaving his as she begins to deepthroat him. Her movements are steady, and although she struggles with his sheer size, her efforts are laced with a fervent commitment. The way she embraces this challenge is unlike anything you've ever witnessed from her. The sight leaves you mesmerized, your heart pounding as you take in <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> surrender, her focus completely on him, her dedication unwavering. She pushes herself to impress, never diverting her gaze from <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> eyes. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> leans close, her whisper barely brushing your ear. <<AlexandraTalk "Look at her—she’s putting her heart into this. Maybe now, darling, you see what she’s been craving all along.">> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AndreV/JessicaDaddyBJ3.mp4"/></div> The intensity of the scene floods over you, and the arousal builds almost uncontrollably as you feel another involuntary pulse in your cage, leaking onto the towel beneath you. Every subtle shift, every tremor of <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> body is impossible to ignore as she presses further, meeting <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> guidance, her focus unyielding. After she takes the cock as much as she can, <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> holds her head there, choking your beautiful girlfriend with his big black cock. Her breath falters but she continues, entirely surrendered, her gaze locked unwaveringly on his. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AndreV/JessicaDaddyBJ7.mp4"/></div> <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> Suddenly, <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> legs quiver, a shiver of ecstasy running through her, signaling a climax that leaves her visibly trembling. Her submission, her complete immersion in this moment with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, unfolds before you with breathtaking clarity. She hadn’t even touched herself, yet here she was, overtaken by pleasure you never imagined possible. Her lips don’t leave him, and her wide-eyed gaze remains locked onto his as she trembles, the depth of her surrender echoing within you. [[Jessica releases the cock from her throat.|AndreMeet8][$p=12]] <<elseif $p eq 12>> <<JessicaTalk "Oh my god Daddy. I just came...">> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AndreV/JessicaDaddyBJ5.mp4"/></div> As she calms her breathing <jessica>Jessica</jessica> continues to stroke glistening cock. Sucking its head and going further again and again. Your neglected caged clit is as wet as the big black cock getting slobbered by your girlfriend. The towel underneath you has clear wet spots as your clit cannot harden, instead just leaks... <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AndreV/JessicaDaddyBJ4.mp4"/></div> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> continues to lick and play with the huge cock as she recovers from getting chokes and the intense orgasm she just had. Then she begs <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. <<JessicaTalk "Daddy, please fuck me.">> <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> is pleased with her begging. <<AndreTalk "Not yet. Lay on the bed now, I will cum on your pretty face.">> [[Jessica obeys without any objection.|AndreMeet8][$p=13]] <<elseif $p eq 13>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/JessicaDaddyCum.jpg" height=500></div> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> lays on the bed and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> gets on top of her. Soon he starts to cum on your girlfriend's face. Cum ropes go to her hair and neck. As she starts to get covered in cum <jessica>Jessica</jessica> looks at you, watching, leaking in your cage with flushed cheeks. <<JessicaTalk "Let me taste it Daddy.">> <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> Then <jessica>Jessica</jessica> takes the head of <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> cock and starts to suck it again as he cums into her mouth. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AndreV/JessicaDaddyBJ6.mp4"/></div> As <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> finishes, a satisfied grin crosses his face. He nods at <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, a silent signal that she has done well, and murmurs. <<AndreTalk "You did well, I’m heading for a shower. Come along.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, flushed and visibly in awe, nods quickly and follows him out of the room, his presence guiding her movements as if by instinct. The door clicks shut behind them, leaving the room still and charged. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> watches you closely, her playful smirk widening as her gaze drifts down to the towel beneath you. <<AlexandraTalk "Well, well, look at you, darling. You certainly enjoyed the show, didn’t you?">> You nod, cheeks blazing with embarrassment but unable to deny the thrill that lingers in your chest. <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> teasing gaze only fuels that feeling, her presence holding you like a magnet. You’ve never felt so submissive, so content, like a piece has clicked into place. <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> fingers trace gentle patterns along your shoulder, her tone turning softer but no less commanding. <<AlexandraTalk "This is where you belong darling. Do you feel it too?">> <<link[[You nod again, unable to find the words.|AndreMeet8]]>><<set $p to 14>><<set $andremeet8secondchoice to 1>><</link>> <<link[["Yes, Mistress. I belong here, under your guidance."|AndreMeet8]]>><<set $p to 14>><<set $andremeet8secondchoice to 2>><</link>> <<link[["I feel it, Mistress. Seeing him with her—it’s where we all belong."|AndreMeet8]]>><<set $p to 14>><<set $andremeet8secondchoice to 3>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 14>> <<if $andremeet8secondchoice eq 1>> You nod again, unable to find the words, feeling your pulse quicken as you surrender to the undeniable truth of her words. The depth of <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> and <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre>’s influence over you, how naturally you’ve come to fall in line with it—it’s both exhilarating and humbling. <<AlexandraTalk "You were such a good girl today, sitting by my side, watching like a proper little cuck. I think you deserve something for all that dedication. Tomorrow night, if you keep up this behavior, you’ll get the release you’ve been so good for.">> Hearing the promise of release lights a flicker of anticipation inside you, mingled with gratitude. It’s <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> who has guided you into this new chapter, helping you make sense of desires you hadn’t fully understood until now. Watching <jessica>Jessica</jessica> yield to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, seeing her in that role, made things so clear. It was inevitable, but it’s <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> who showed you how to embrace it fully, to still find yourself in all of this. <<MCTalk "Thank you, Mistress. For… everything. For helping me be a part of this, for guiding me.">> <<elseif $andremeet8secondchoice eq 2>><<set $sub +=1>><<set $MCcuck +=1>> You meet <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> gaze, the weight of her words grounding you in a way you hadn’t expected. The world feels still for a moment, as if her question has pierced through all the doubt and hesitation you’ve been harboring. A rush of clarity sweeps through you, and despite the trembling in your voice, your response is firm and resolute. <<MCTalk "Yes, Mistress. I belong here, under your guidance.">> The words hang in the air, heavier than you expected, but also freeing. Saying it out loud solidifies the shift within you, an admission that feels both terrifying and exhilarating. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> tilts her head slightly, her lips curling into a smile that is equal parts pride and satisfaction. <<AlexandraTalk "Good girl. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. You’re beginning to understand your place, aren’t you?">> Her voice is smooth, dripping with approval that wraps around you like a warm embrace. Her fingers graze your cheek, tracing lightly along your jawline as if to seal the moment. You feel yourself leaning into her touch, the smallest motion, but it speaks volumes. <<MCTalk "Thank you, Mistress. For helping me see it… for showing me where I belong.">> Her smile deepens, and she shifts slightly in her seat, leaning closer as her hand travels downward, brushing the outline of your cage. The intimate gesture sends a shiver through you, the sensation both electric and grounding. <<AlexandraTalk "You were such a good girl today, sitting by my side, watching like a proper little cuck. I think you deserve something for all that dedication. Tomorrow night, if you keep up this behavior, you’ll get the release you’ve been so good for.">> The promise ignites a flicker of anticipation in your chest, mingled with a deep sense of gratitude. You swallow hard, nodding fervently, the thought of release tantalizing yet distant enough to remain out of reach. <<MCTalk "I’ll do anything, Mistress. Anything to please you.">> <<AlexandraTalk "I know you will, darling. That’s why this feels so right.">> Her approval feels like the sweetest reward, her voice soothing yet laced with authority that leaves no room for doubt. You feel your cheeks warm under her gaze, the pulse within your cage quickening as her hand withdraws, leaving you yearning for more of her touch. <<elseif $andremeet8secondchoice eq 3>><<set $sub +=3>><<set $MCcuck +=2>> You nod but hesitate, the words heavy on your tongue. Then, finally, you find your voice, trembling yet resolute. <<MCTalk "I feel it, Mistress. Seeing him with her—it’s where we all belong.">> The confession hangs in the air, its weight mirrored by the steady pulse of heat coursing through you. You can’t tear your mind away from the image: <jessica>Jessica</jessica> on her knees, her breath hitching as she worshiped him, his overwhelming presence enveloping her. The sheer contrast—their roles so clearly defined—etched itself deeply into your mind. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> lips curve into a knowing smile, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she leans closer, her voice low and sultry. <<AlexandraTalk "Good girl. I knew you’d understand eventually. Watching him, watching her, it all made sense, didn’t it? Your little clit could never give Jessica what she needed.">> Her words cut through you, sharp and deliberate, leaving you breathless. There’s no malice in her tone—only the unwavering authority that makes her words undeniable. You feel your cheeks burn with a mixture of shame and arousal. She’s right. You’ve known it for a while, though it took witnessing the truth to fully accept it. <<MCTalk "I… I know, Mistress. She came just by sucking his cock.">> <<AlexandraTalk "Exactly. You saw the way her body responded to him, how effortlessly he took her to places you could never dream of. And you liked it, didn’t you? Seeing her filled the way she deserved.">> You swallow hard, the memory flooding your senses. The way <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> voice trembled with ecstasy, the raw power <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> exuded, his size—his sheer size—was imprinted in your mind. You can’t deny it, not to yourself, and certainly not to <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. <<MCTalk "I… I did, Mistress. It was… perfect. I can't wait to watch them have sex.">> <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> eyes sparkle with delight at your confession, her smile deepening into something predatory and proud. Her fingers trail lazily along your jawline, tilting your head slightly upward so you’re forced to meet her gaze. <<AlexandraTalk "Oh, I know you can’t wait, darling. You’re already imagining it, aren’t you? How he’ll take her—fill her—while you sit there, watching like the good little cuck you are.">> Her words are like electricity, charging through you and leaving no corner of your mind untouched. You shiver, caught between the overwhelming shame of being so transparent and the unrelenting thrill of her dominance. <<MCTalk "Yes, Mistress. I can’t stop thinking about it. I… I want to see her completely satisfied. To see him… to see her…" >> Your voice falters, the images in your mind too vivid to put into words. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> soft laughter fills the space between you, both mocking and comforting. <<AlexandraTalk "Of course you do, my sweet little cuck.">> Her hand moves downward, tracing the outline of your cage, her fingers grazing it with just enough pressure to make you gasp. <<AlexandraTalk "And you know what, darling? I’m proud of you for admitting it. Acceptance is the first step, after all. The more you surrender, the happier you’ll be.">> Your body reacts instinctively to her touch, the cage throbbing against the restraint as your arousal builds. You’re lost in the haze of her words, her touch, the memory of what you witnessed earlier. <<MCTalk "Thank you, Mistress. For helping me… for showing me what I needed to see.">> Her eyes soften, though her tone remains as commanding as ever. <<AlexandraTalk "That’s what I’m here for, darling. To guide you. To shape you. And you’re coming along so beautifully. Tomorrow, if you behave, you’ll be rewarded. But only if you’re the good girl I know you can be.">> The promise of release dangles before you, tantalizing and cruel. It’s not just about the physical relief—it’s about the validation, the acknowledgment from <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> that you’re fulfilling the role she’s carved out for you. <</if>> <<AlexandraTalk "This is just the beginning darling. Together we will have so much fun. Now clean your cage and get dressed.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/AndreBathrobe.jpg" height=500></div> Down in the living room, you clean your cage with wipes and slip back into your usual clothes, feeling a strange mixture of relief and restraint as you adjust to the familiar fit. Just as you finish, you hear soft footsteps, and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> enter the room, both wrapped in bathrobes. [[There’s a warm glow about them, a contentment that speaks volumes.|AndreMeet8][$p=15]] <<elseif $p eq 15>> <<AlexandraTalk "That must have been quite the shower. It seemed to take a while">> <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> cheeks flush with a blend of pride and exhilaration as she glances over at <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. <<JessicaTalk "Daddy let me suck his cock again.">> <<AlexandraTalk "I see that, and well done. It’s good to see you embracing every moment, Jessica.">> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> nods with a pleased smile, her gaze settling on <jessica>Jessica</jessica> with admiration As <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> settles into a chair and glances at you, he says with a thoughtful expression. <<AndreTalk "You know, $femname, I think we should talk about how was this experience for you.">> Before he can continue, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> steps in, her tone firm but light. <<AlexandraTalk "That sounds lovely but $femname has to go to work. I cannot let my rising star to skip out at the cafe. If you must know I witnesses how much she enjoyed watching you two enjoy each other.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra17.jpg" height=500></div> You nod obediently. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> smiles at your acquiescence, guiding you to the front gate of the villa. Just before you part ways, she leans close, her voice low and unmistakably authoritative. <<AlexandraTalk "And remember, darling, wear the black stockings with your uniform today.">> <<MCTalk "Yes Mistress. See you tomorrow?">> <<AlexandraTalk "Yes, I will pick you up once your shift is done.">> She gives your cheek a lovely little kiss. With one last lingering smile, she watches you head off, ready for your shift with renewed purpose and her directions firmly in mind. <<link[[Go to Work.|Downtown Venue]]>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $p to 1>><<set $andrequest to 8>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> As you slip into your uniform, the black stockings hug your legs snugly, adding a new layer of allure to your reflection in the mirror. They feel incredible, soft and smooth against your skin, giving you a sense of elegance and excitement you hadn’t expected. There’s an undeniable thrill in looking this way, dressed to perfection in a way that only <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> could have crafted for you. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DayDreamAndre4.jpg" height=500></div> Starting your shift, you move through your tasks with practiced ease, but your mind keeps drifting back to this morning’s events. Images of <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, her face softened in blissful surrender as she sucked <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> big black cock, flash through your thoughts. The rawness of her submission, the intensity in her eyes as she looked up at him—it's all etched vividly in your memory. You’d never seen her like that, so uninhibited, so genuinely overwhelmed. Each step you take, each glance down at the stockings adorning your legs, reminds you of the role you’ve come to accept. This new reality settles in more deeply than ever, and you can’t deny the excitement building within you, despite the cage <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> has locked around you. Every small task, every smile you offer to customers, is laced with an arousal that won’t fade—fueled by the memory of your morning. [[As you continue serving customers, a rush of reflections floods your mind.|CafeWaitress7][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> words echo softly—how she could never quite reach climax with you, always left unsatisfied and yearning. You remember the nights spent trying, hoping to fulfill her, only to see the quiet frustration in her eyes afterward. Despite your best efforts, she was never fully content, never truly fulfilled. But this morning was different. Watching her reach heights of pleasure with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> without even needing full intimacy, simply through her eager devotion to him, had shown you the contrast with unmistakable clarity. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> could take her to places you never could. The mere memory of it sends a shiver through you—a strange mix of amazement, acceptance, and a sense of belonging to this new role. As the late afternoon sun dips toward evening, you notice a mother and her young daughter sharing a dessert at a corner table. The little girl giggles, bits of whipped cream on her nose, as her mother chuckles, reaching over with a napkin to gently dab it away. Their laughter, soft and genuine, fills the space with a warmth that tugs at something buried deep within you. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DayDreamMom.jpg" height=500></div> You hadn’t let yourself dwell on it much, but the memories of your own family feel particularly raw at this moment. You think back to the last time you spoke to your <ophelia>mother</ophelia>. Her words still sting, layered with that unyielding disapproval, her look of disbelief and barely concealed disappointment when she saw the changes in you. She’d dismissed it all, labeling your journey as a "phase" or worse, a betrayal of her expectations. And that sting still sits somewhere tender, a reminder of how love can feel conditional—there, but only if you remain the version of yourself that others have written. It’s strange how that sorrow lives quietly within you, like an ache, one that you are learning to carry and keep at bay. But being around <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> is doing something to ease it. They may tease, push, and guide you, but with them, you don’t have to hide who you are becoming. Watching <jessica>Jessica</jessica> with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, following <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> instructions, experiencing their acceptance and in some way their love… it’s like each moment with them soothes the pain of not being understood by your <ophelia>mother</ophelia>, who should have been closest to you. [[The contrast between how your own mother and Alexandra treated you hurts.|CafeWaitress7][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> For the first time today, a pang of sadness registers in your chest, yet it doesn’t overpower you. Instead, you feel grateful for the strength and acceptance you’ve found in this new, unconventional family—people who see you, understand you, even celebrate the parts of yourself you once felt ashamed of. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DayDreamElizabeth.jpg" height=500></div> You think of your sister, <elizabeth>Elizabeth</elizabeth>. She’s only eleven months younger, closer to you than anyone else in the family, and the thought of her gives you comfort. You picture her face—compassionate, understanding—and imagine that maybe, just maybe, she’ll see you for who you truly are. Perhaps <elizabeth>Elizabeth</elizabeth> can be your ally, a bridge between you and your <ophelia>mother</ophelia>, helping her understand and accept the new you. In just a couple of weeks, you’ll have the chance to see <elizabeth>Elizabeth</elizabeth>, and that hope, however fragile, fills you with strength. <<if !$fundwaitress.has ('Insider')>>As the gentle hum of conversation and clinking dishes surrounds you, your phone buzzes softly on the counter beside you. You glance at the screen, your heart skipping a beat when you see the notification: <b>GenAICo: Investment has doubled in value.</b> A surge of excitement rushes through you. Two weeks ago, you had invested <money>$AIinvestment</money> to GenAICo after hearing insider information. Now, staring at the screen, you realize that info has paid off—twice over. Without hesitation, you swipe to confirm the sale, locking in the profits. <<set $money += $AIinvestment * 2>> <</if>> You finally clock out, letting out a sigh of relief as the day winds to a close. Your manager hands you a small stack of cash, a pleasant weight in your hand after the day’s work. Tucking it into your bag, you feel a sense of accomplishment mixed with the persistent hum of arousal that’s been with you since morning, simmering just under the surface. You change into your regular clothes. <<link[[Go Home.|Apartment]]>><<set $awquest to 13>> <<set $p to 1>> <<set $money += 300>> <<set $time += 1>> <<TimeDay>> <</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> You slip into your waitress outfit, feeling the familiar fabric hug your form, from the black stockings all the way up to the neat, fitted blouse. Today, though, there’s a different energy simmering beneath the surface—a sharp, undeniable thrill as you think of what’s to come at <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> penthouse. The thoughts seep in gradually, nearly interrupting your rhythm with each passing order you take. Imagining her waiting for you, her teasing voice in your mind, promising the release you’ve been denied for almost a full week… six days in the cage, each one edging your frustration higher. The tightness, the absence of any relief, and the memory of yesterday’s events with <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> only fuel the fire simmering within you, making it harder to focus with every passing moment. Midway through the shift, your phone buzzes in your pocket. A message from <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. <<AlexandraTalk "Are you excited about tonight, darling?">> Heart racing, you type out your response, fingers trembling slightly with anticipation. <<MCTalk "Very much so, Mistress.">> <<AlexandraTalk "Good girl.">> Then, another message follows—a notification that <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> has sent an image. [[The image opens, and your breath catches in your throat.|CafeWaitress8][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> There she is—<alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> in a vivid blue bikini that complements her piercing eyes, standing waist-deep in one of the hotel’s elegant pools. Her skin glows in the evening light, her mischievous smile as dazzling as ever, and the perfect curve of her cleavage framed by the bikini top sends a hot wave of arousal through you. She’s effortlessly seductive, radiating confidence, and all you can do is stare, mesmerized and yearning. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/AlexandraPhoto6.jpg" height=500></div> <<MCTalk "You look as perfect as ever, Mistress.">> There’s no response, yet you know she saw it; somehow, you can feel her knowing smirk all the same. The simple exchange—her picture, her praise—leaves you even more frustrated. The cage’s constraint is relentless, and with every glance at the clock, time seems to drag, each second holding you in a heightened state of anticipation. As customers come and go, you take their orders and refill their drinks, but it’s all background noise, your mind elsewhere. You replay the image of <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, picture her waiting for you later tonight, that playful gleam in her eye, and every detail makes the ache intensify. Her teasing has always pushed you to your limits, but tonight, after six days without release, it feels almost torturous. Once the evening comes to an end your shift ends and you get your pay. You tuck your regular clothes into your backpack, leaving yourself dressed in the black pencil mini-skirt, crisp white shirt, and the heels that now feel as much a part of your uniform as anything else. The smooth embrace of the black stockings against your legs brings a small thrill, the thought of <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> waiting for you adding a spark of anticipation. Taking a steadying breath, you make your way to <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> office. <<link[[You knock, and her voice calls you inside.|AlexandraMeet6]]>><<set $p to 1>> <<set $awquest to 14>><<set $p to 1>> <<set $money += 300>> <<set $time += 1>> <<TimeDay>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> As you stroll toward the park, looking forward to seeing <brooke>Brooke</brooke>, the low hum of an engine catches your attention. A sleek, brand-new convertible slows down and pulls up beside you. The car is a striking red with tinted windows, clearly a model that’s a step above the average ride, with polished chrome details that gleam in the sunlight. You blink, momentarily stunned as the driver’s window rolls down, and there’s <brooke>Brooke</brooke> behind the wheel, grinning at you like she’s just won the lottery. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/BrookeCar.jpg" height=500></div> <<MCTalk "Brooke?">> You manage, your mouth still open in surprise. She laughs, leaning over the side of the car. <<BrookeTalk "Hey there, $femname! Like it? Just bought it yesterday!">> <<MCTalk "Are you serious? This is… incredible! I didn’t know you were looking for a new car!">> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> shrugs with an easy smile, her excitement barely contained. <<BrookeTalk "I wasn’t planning on it either, honestly. But all the gigs have been paying off, and with the Swiftgram stuff really taking off, I thought, why not treat myself? Hop in! We’ll take it for a spin.">> Still a bit dazed, you circle around and slide into the passenger seat, feeling the plush leather and marveling at the car's smooth interior. <brooke>Brooke</brooke> revs the engine gently, and it hums with a deep, powerful sound. She gives you a mischievous look before she pulls back onto the street, the convertible gliding forward like it was made to be shown off. <<MCTalk "Congratulations, Brooke! This is amazing.">> You say, glancing over at her, still in awe. As <brooke>Brooke</brooke> expertly navigates the convertible toward the beach, wind ruffling both your hair and hers, you start to relax a little in the plush passenger seat. <<BrookeTalk "Thanks cuz. I couldn't buy it without you and Swiftgram. Now we are going to the beach to take some photos girl!">> Her upbeat energy is contagious, and you’re looking forward to helping her out with the Swiftgram posts. Yet, as the coastline nears and the excitement bubbles up, a familiar pang of heaviness lingers, and before you know it, you're sharing what’s been weighing on your mind. <<MCTalk "Brooke, something happened a couple of days ago. My mom… she paid me a surprise visit.">> [[Brooke glances over at you, her expression shifting to one of concern.|Brooke9][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> <<BrookeTalk "Uh-oh. I can tell by the tone of your voice it didn’t go well. What happened?">> You take a breath, staring at the blur of palm trees passing by. <<MCTalk "She saw me like this, you know? I guess she wasn’t ready, or I'm afraid… she’ll never be ready. She just went off about how I looked, what I was doing with my life. Told me I was ruining her idea of… whatever she thought I’d be.">> <brooke>Brooke’s</brooke> lips press together, her expression hardening. <<BrookeTalk "I’m sorry, $femname. You don’t deserve that. It sounds like she just… can’t see how amazing you’re becoming.">> You manage a small, sad smile, her words feeling like a balm. <<MCTalk "I tried to explain, but it was like she was hearing something entirely different. We had this big fight, and I don’t even know when we’ll be on speaking terms again.">> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> shakes her head, gripping the wheel a bit tighter. <<BrookeTalk "It’s honestly no surprise to me, though. Ophelia has always been uptight and controlling—she was like that with me too, even as a kid. I can vaguely remember…">> Her words feel like someone gently pulling a thorn from your side, and the validation makes you feel a little lighter. <<MCTalk "Thanks, Brooke. It’s like she wants to control everything I do, just like she tried to with you and your mom.">> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> lets out a scoff, shaking her head as the car turns down a coastal road. <<BrookeTalk "She can’t stand anyone who doesn’t fit her version of ‘perfect.’ It’s the reason my mom stopped speaking with her ages ago. Ophelia’s just… she’s never going to change, but that doesn’t mean you need to let her hold you back.">> Her words hang in the air as you reach the beach parking lot. There’s a sense of calm in her voice, but also a fierce loyalty and pride in you that feels like the best support you could ask for right now. <<MCTalk "Thanks, Brooke. Really, talking about it helps a lot.">> You say, looking over at her with gratitude. She gives you a warm smile and parks, putting her hand over yours for a quick squeeze before hopping out. <<BrookeTalk "Now, come on, let’s make some Swiftgram magic. You’ve got me here, and I’ve got you. That’s all we need.">> [[You and Brooke step out of the car and start making your way down the beach, the golden sand stretching out before you.|Brooke9][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> leads the way, her excitement palpable as she explains, <<BrookeTalk "I found this really amazing spot last time I was here. It’s secluded and perfect for these shots. We just have to walk a bit, but trust me—it’ll be worth it.">> You nod, smiling. It feels good to be out here with her, sharing this experience. As you two walk along the shore, laughter and chatter drift from a group of sunbathers up ahead. You see a group of muscular, tanned guys lounging on towels, clearly having the time of their lives. The closer you get, the more they seem to notice you both, sitting up a little straighter, exchanging glances and grins. <b>"Ciao, belle!”</b> one of them calls out, his accent thick, his smile broad and confident. <brooke>Brooke</brooke> gives a small wave and laughs, clearly used to handling attention like this, but you’re more taken aback. It’s one thing to get stares from passersby, but to have a group of Italian guys openly admiring you and your cousin… it’s a completely new experience. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Beach/Italians.jpg" height=240></div> One of the guys stands up, casually brushing the sand from his abs, and gives you both an appreciative look. <b>"Are you two models or something? You’re both too beautiful for this place."</b> You feel your cheeks flush, and you’re not sure if it’s from the attention or from the boldness of the whole situation. You’ve never been flirted with like this before, not in such an openly admiring way. <brooke>Brooke</brooke>, ever the pro, shoots a grin in his direction. <<BrookeTalk "Maybe we are. Think this beach can handle it?">> Another one of the guys winks at you, leaning back on his towel. <b>"Oh, I think the beach can handle it, but can you?"</b> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> laughs, nudging you playfully, and you manage a shy smile in return, your heartbeat quickening. <<MCTalk "Oh, we can handle it.">> You say, trying to mirror <brooke>Brooke’s</brooke> confidence. The guys hoot and cheer, clearly entertained. One of them, leaning in a little, gives you an encouraging smile. <b>"You two have boyfriends? Or maybe you like Italian guys?"</b> He winks, making you laugh nervously. <brooke>Brooke</brooke> shakes her head, holding up her hand with a grin. <<BrookeTalk "Both taken, sorry!">> You nod, feeling the thrill of attention but also glad <brooke>Brooke’s</brooke> setting the boundaries. There’s a hint of playfulness in your tone as you answer. <<MCTalk "Yep, sorry, guys.">> They chuckle and shrug, one of them saying, <b>"Ah, but we can’t help it! Such beauty is meant to be admired, no?"</b> The guy who seems to be the leader of the group steps forward, holding out a small slip of paper with his number on it. He gives <brooke>Brooke</brooke> a smirk that’s both playful and suggestive. <b>"If you two ever want a night with real Italian studs we are here to please you, bella."</b> [[Brooke raises an eyebrow, clearly amused, and takes the number with a wink.|Brooke9][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> <<BrookeTalk "We’ll keep that in mind.">> The guys cheer, watching the two of you with lingering smiles as you walk away. Once you’re out of earshot, <brooke>Brooke</brooke> slips the number into her bag, shaking her head with a grin. <<BrookeTalk "Those guys, I mean, they weren’t wrong—Italian studs do have their charm.">> She nudges you and looks for any sign of reaction on your face. <<BrookeTalk "But seriously, $femname, do you think you’re into men now? You know, after all the changes… calling yourself $femname and everything.">> You feel your cheeks heat up, stumbling a bit over your words. <<MCTalk "Uhmm, no? I don't know. A bit? I’m not really sure yet. It’s all pretty new for me, honestly.">> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> gives you a warm smile, looping her arm through yours. <<BrookeTalk "Hey, no rush. You’ll figure it out when you’re ready and I’m here for you, okay?">> A wave of relief washes over you, and you nod, feeling grateful for her understanding. <<MCTalk "Thanks, Brooke.">> She grins, casting a backward glance toward the Italian guys, who are still watching as you walk away. <<BrookeTalk "And I mean, if only Adam had a six-pack like those guys… Not that he isn’t great, but sometimes a girl can’t help but wonder!">> You laugh, feeling more at ease now. You reach the secluded end of the beach, where the sand gives way to rocks that climb into a gentle hill, and the morning light casts a warm, soft glow across everything. <brooke>Brooke</brooke> pauses, glancing around and nodding approvingly. <<BrookeTalk "This is it. Perfect lighting, private enough. Let’s do it here.">> [[She looks back over her shoulder, holding up her phone.|Brooke9][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> <<BrookeTalk "Mind using my phone today, $femname? I want it to feel like a casual, early morning moment—something natural, you know?">> You nod, taking her phone with a smile. <<MCTalk "Sure thing, I can handle it.">> With a quick smirk, <brooke>Brooke</brooke> reaches for the hem of her dress and, in one fluid motion, pulls it over her head, letting it slip to the ground. Underneath, she’s wearing a bikini that practically glows against her skin—a pink and white two-piece with a low bandeau top that shows off a generous amount of cleavage, framing her curves with effortless allure. She gives you a wink, catching the look on your face. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Beach/BrookeBeach.jpg" height=500></div> You quickly shake off your surprise as <brooke>Brooke</brooke> steps closer to the water’s edge, where the waves are softly lapping against the sand. She stands in the sunlight, a vision against the ocean backdrop, and you clear your throat. <<MCTalk "Uh, the lighting’s great. Maybe try using the rocks as a backdrop?">> You point toward a spot where the rough, textured stones catch the light in a way that makes them seem almost golden. <brooke>Brooke’s</brooke> face lights up. <<BrookeTalk "I love that idea!">> She strides over, her bikini bottoms hugging her hips and showing off more of her toned curves with every step. [[You can’t help but notice how the bikini bottom accentuates her figure.|Brooke9][$p=6]] <<elseif $p eq 6>> <<MCTalk "Try putting one hand on the rock, then turn toward me so we get a good side profile. That way, we’ll capture your legs and, you know… the rest.">> You add with a small grin. <brooke>Brooke</brooke> follows your instructions easily, placing her hand on the stone and twisting her body just enough to flaunt her side and the gentle curve of her waist. With her legs slightly bent and her confident smile, she gives off an effortlessly sultry vibe. You snap a series of shots, adjusting slightly each time to catch the best angle. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Beach/BrookeBeach3.jpg" height=500></div> When you finish, <brooke>Brooke</brooke> adjusts her stance and looks at you expectantly. <<BrookeTalk "What next, maestro?">> <<MCTalk "For a casual look, maybe turn to face me, like you’re just chilling.">> She grins, playfully rolling her eyes at the suggestion of “chilling” in her bikini, but then she positions herself as you requested. She rests one hand on her hip, the other lightly grazing her collarbone, her fingers brushing just below her neck. It’s relaxed yet somehow undeniably sensual, as if she’s not even aware of the effect she’s having. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Beach/BrookeBeach2.jpg" height=500></div> You take several photos in this pose, capturing her natural, alluring energy in each one. It’s exactly the blend of casual and captivating that she’d been aiming for, and you know she’ll be thrilled. <brooke>Brooke</brooke> walks over, her eyes bright as she leans in to check the photos on her phone. Scrolling through, she pauses on two that seem to catch her attention. <<BrookeTalk "Oh, I love these. I’ll start with this one facing the camera for the main post, and then— this will be the swipe. Everyone’s going to be obsessed with my ass after this. Seriously, though, you nailed it. The first one really feels natural, just like I wanted.">> Before you can even react, she leans in and plants a quick, light kiss on your cheek. It’s warm and innocent, but you can feel yourself blushing just the same. After slipping her dress back on, <brooke>Brooke</brooke> falls in step with you as you [[start the walk back to her car.|Brooke9][$p=7]] <<elseif $p eq 7>> <<BrookeTalk "Hey, have you ever come to the beach like… you know, as a girl?">> You shake your head. <<MCTalk "Not yet. I don't think I'm ready for that.">> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> considers this, then grins. <<BrookeTalk "Well, when you’re ready, let’s plan a beach day. Both of us in bikinis, just having fun and soaking up the sun. Think about it.">> The thought makes your heart race a little, but you give her a soft smile. <<MCTalk "Thanks, Brooke. I’d love that someday… but I think I’m still getting used to the idea. Maybe soon, though.">> She nods, giving your arm a light squeeze. <<BrookeTalk "Take your time. The beach isn’t going anywhere, and neither am I.">> As you both reach the car, <brooke>Brooke</brooke> pauses and looks at you with a hint of insistence in her eyes. <<BrookeTalk "Do you need a lift somewhere, $femname?">> You shake your head, trying to sound casual. <<MCTalk "No, thanks. I was just going to head Downtown. I’ll be fine.">> But <brooke>Brooke</brooke> raises an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest with a playful smirk. <<BrookeTalk "Oh, no way! After all the help you've given me today? I’m not letting you ride the bus. Come on, get in. I’m your ride.">> You hesitate for a second before relenting, slipping into the passenger seat as <brooke>Brooke</brooke> starts up the convertible. The engine purrs to life, and you buckle in as she pulls smoothly onto the road. <<MCTalk "I work at the Amorous Whims Hotel’s café, so you can just drop me off around there.">> <brooke>Brooke’s</brooke> eyes widen, a spark of excitement lighting up her expression. <<BrookeTalk "Wait—the Amorous Whims Hotel? That’s one of the most luxurious hotels in the entire city, maybe even the whole state! Girl, do not let that job go. You’re sitting on a goldmine.">> The confidence in her voice catches you a little off guard. <<MCTalk "How do you know all that? Gold mine?">> <<BrookeTalk "I’ve heard about their club. The waitresses there make a killing. I’m serious. Apparently, they mostly hire entry-level models, and it’s very exclusive. A couple of girls I’ve connected with on Swiftgram said they’ve worked the club before. The tips are insane, and I mean, it’s Amorous Whims—rich people everywhere. Just keep your eye open for any chances to move up there.">> The wheels in your mind start turning, intrigued by everything <brooke>Brooke</brooke> has told you. If you could get a promotion or land a position at the hotel’s exclusive club, it could mean a whole new level of financial freedom. <brooke>Brooke</brooke> seems to notice the thoughtful look on your face and chuckles. <<BrookeTalk "Just imagine, you, working the club at Amorous Whims, turning heads and raking in the tips. Could be pretty exciting, don’t you think?">> You chuckle, feeling a little empowered. <<MCTalk "You’re probably right. I mean, ever since I started looking more… feminine, my tips have gone up.">> <brooke>Brooke’s</brooke> face lights up with a knowing smile. <<BrookeTalk "Exactly! See? Sex sells, $femname. Trust me, people love a bit of beauty and confidence—especially in a place like this. You’ve got something special going on, and the more you lean into it, the more it’ll pay off. Don’t be afraid to work it, okay?">> She gestures to the sleek hotel exterior as she parks by the front entrance. A smile spreads across your face, appreciating the encouragement. As you unbuckle and prepare to step out, <brooke>Brooke</brooke> leans over and gives you a quick kiss on the cheek. You return the gesture, kissing her on the cheek. <<MCTalk "Thanks, Brooke. For everything.">> She gives you a thumbs-up as you step out, and with one last smile, you watch her drive off, feeling a fresh sense of determination as you walk into the hotel. <<link[[Go and start your shift.|Lobby]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $brookequest to 9>><<set $time += 1>><<TimeDay>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> Entering, you find her tidying her desk, slipping a few items into her purse, and as she glances up, her face lights with a warm smile that makes your heart skip. Without missing a beat, you explain. <<MCTalk "I thought… since you wanted me in this last week, I’d keep the waitress outfit on tonight.">> A look of approval crosses her face as she comes closer, still silent. She stops beside you, her hand reaching up to cup your cheek, the warmth of her palm against your skin grounding you. Her fingers are soft, her touch gentle but commanding, and she holds your gaze with an affectionate glint. <<AlexandraTalk "Good girl. Your obedience and eagerness never disappoint.">> The words settle over you like a reward, a reminder of the connection you share. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> releases you with a final, gentle touch, then steps back, leading you without another word toward the elevator. Together, you descend to the underground parking lot, your heels echoing in the otherwise silent space. Reaching her sleek black SUV, she gestures for you to get in, and as you slide into the passenger seat, the silence between you speaks of an understanding, an anticipation of what’s to come. The quiet drive to <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> penthouse is soothing, the soft hum of the engine a comforting backdrop. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> glances over at you as she maneuvers through the city streets, her gaze gentle but probing. <<AlexandraTalk "Have you spoken to your mother again since that argument?">> <<MCTalk "No. I haven’t. I’m… not ready to face her. Not yet. But it’s okay, I don’t feel broken by it anymore. I’ll get through it.">> The quiet that follows holds a sense of understanding, of mutual recognition. You continue, your voice lowering. <<MCTalk "And… thank you, Mistress. If you hadn’t been there for me right away on Thursday, this would have been so much harder to handle.">> She reaches over with her right hand, her fingers resting firmly but gently on your stocking-clad thigh. The warmth of her touch is grounding, reassuring, as her thumb makes slow, deliberate strokes along your leg. <<AlexandraTalk "You don’t need to thank me, darling. You’re mine now, and I take care of what’s mine.">> [[Moments later, the SUV glides into the underground garage beneath her penthouse.|AlexandraMeet6][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> pulls smoothly into her reserved space, then turns off the engine. She steps out, leading the way toward the private elevator that will take you both directly up to her penthouse. Following her, the anticipation in you grows, each step bringing you closer to the sanctuary she’s created, where you feel safe, understood, and undeniably hers. As you enter <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> penthouse, the familiar elegance of the space only heightens your anticipation. The subtle lighting, soft furnishings, and breathtaking views all form the perfect setting for tonight. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> guides you to the living room with a gentle hand at the small of your back, her touch already sending warmth through you. She gestures toward the plush sofa and asks. <<AlexandraTalk "Is red wine alright, dear?">> <<MCTalk "Yes, Mistress.">> You respond, your voice respectful yet brimming with excitement. You watch her retreat to the kitchen, feeling your heart race as you anticipate what tonight may bring. The chance for release has been on your mind all day, and now, so close to <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, the urge feels even stronger. She returns shortly, holding two glasses of deep red wine. <<AlexandraTalk "Here you go. Do you remember our little lesson on how to please Jessica?">> She asks with a playful voice. Your cheeks warm as the memory surfaces. <<MCTalk "Yes, Mistress.">> <<AlexandraTalk "Good girl. I think it’s time you demonstrate those skills for me. Tonight, if you want the privilege of release, you’ll have to show me just how much you’ve learned.">> [[You swallow, pulse racing, your mind ablaze at the idea.|AlexandraMeet6][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> <<MCTalk "I… I’d be honored, Mistress.">> <<AlexandraTalk "I want to see your dedication firsthand. Show me how devoted you are, and you may just earn the freedom from your little cage.">> She brushes her fingers along your jaw, her gaze appraising, as if testing your commitment. <<MCTalk "Anything you desire, Mistress.">> Her expression softens just a touch, pride evident in her eyes. As you two take the last sips from your wine, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> gets up. <<AlexandraTalk "Come with me darling.">> Following <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> lead, you follow her down the softly lit hallway toward her bedroom, your pulse quickening with each step. Her hand rests lightly on your back, guiding you with a gentleness that only heightens your anticipation. As you enter the room, its intimate atmosphere surrounds you, casting everything in a soft glow. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> leans in close, her breath warm against your ear as she whispers. <<AlexandraTalk "Would you like to play a little game?">> <<MCTalk "Yes, Mistress.">> <<AlexandraTalk "Now, get on the bed for me. Leave only your stockings on.">> Her voice holds an undeniable command, and you nod, following her every word. You climb onto the bed, slipping off your clothes and setting them aside, leaving only the delicate stockings hugging your legs. The soft fabric is a stark reminder of your vulnerable state, and it sends another wave of arousal through you. Once you’re situated, you lay back on the plush covers, a shiver of excitement moving through you. [[Close your eyes and wait.|AlexandraMeet6][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> After a while,from her dressing room, <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> voice calls out. <<AlexandraTalk "Are your eyes closed?">> <<MCTalk "Yes, Mistress.">> A soft laugh carries from the other room, and you hear her footsteps as she makes her way back into the bedroom. With your eyes closed, your other senses seem to heighten. The mattress dips slightly as <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> joins you, each shift and movement conveying her nearness. She doesn’t touch you yet, but you can feel her presence, sense her poised above you, every fiber of your being attuned to her. The anticipation is electrifying, and every second of waiting under her control only intensifies your longing. <<AlexandraTalk "You may open your eyes now darling.">> At her soft command, you open your eyes—and the sight before you is breathtaking. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> sits poised on your lap, a vision in intricate lingerie that showcases her curves perfectly. She’s wearing a garter belt and stockings, each detail accentuating her allure in a way that leaves you momentarily speechless. Her gaze is intense, a mischievous spark in her eyes as she presses her hands against her own chest, pushing her full, perfect breasts together, drawing your attention with undeniable magnetism. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AW/AlexandraFacesitting.mp4"/></div> As she leans closer, her fingers trail across your chest in a delicate, almost teasing manner, sending shivers through your body. <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> lips, a soft pink, are parted slightly, and you can’t look away as she leans in to claim your mouth. Her lips meet yours, warm and inviting, and she deepens the kiss immediately, drawing you into a passionate, lingering embrace. Her hands move up to your shoulders, steadying herself as she presses against you, the taste of her kiss and the feeling of her soft skin under your fingertips leaving you completely captivated. <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> Your heart races, and every sensation is amplified under her touch. It’s as if the whole world narrows to this single, perfect moment. <<AlexandraTalk "I always knew you had a little crush on me, since you saw me by the pool for the first time.">> Her words make you blush, the memory flooding back, and she smirks, clearly enjoying the effect she has on you. Slowly, she takes your hands and guides them down, placing them on her hips and then lower, inviting you to rest them on her thong clad ass. [[Grab your Mistress' ass.|AlexandraMeet6][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> The sensation is overwhelming, the feel of her warmth through the delicate fabric making your head spin. You’re so close now, almost reverent, captivated by her presence and the permission she’s given.With a graceful movement, she adjusts her bra, slipping it just below her chest, her skin now bared before you in a way you hadn’t experienced up close. Her beauty is staggering—soft, inviting, and undeniably powerful. You’ve seen her before, but nothing could’ve prepared you for the magnetic pull of her so near, her confidence, her elegance, the ease with which she holds herself. Her gaze drops to your expression, clearly reading the awe and intensity in your eyes. She lifts a hand to your chin, guiding your gaze back up to meet hers. <<AlexandraTalk "Go on, you’re allowed to worship me.">> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> leans closer, a glint of mischief in her eyes, positioning herself above you with a poise that leaves you breathless. With an effortless grace, she lowers herself until one of her bare breasts is only inches from your face, her skin warm and soft. She brings a hand to the back of your head, guiding you closer, her intention unmistakable. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AW/AlexandraFacesitting2.mp4"/></div> <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> You press your lips gently against her, kissing her softly before you suck her nipple, careful yet eager. The feel of her skin against your mouth, the closeness of her, it’s overwhelming, each second stoking the longing within you. She sighs, the sound like a soft hum of satisfaction, and you feel her hand tighten in your hair as her breathing deepens. Her fingers stroke your head gently, encouraging you, her words coming out in a low whisper. <<AlexandraTalk "Good girl.">> [[She brings her other boob into your mouth.|AlexandraMeet6][$p=6]] <<elseif $p eq 6>> When she shifts to offer her other side, you follow her silent direction, repeating the motions, and her quiet murmurs of pleasure fill you with pride, your focus consumed entirely by her. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AW/AlexandraFacesitting3.mp4"/></div> Your caged body responds with its own quiet, desperate ache, the sensation of her closeness and praise heightening every sensation. With each passing second, your longing intensifies, but you remain completely in her grasp, fulfilled only by the chance to give her pleasure. <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> With a graceful movement, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> shifts, slipping her thong aside and positioning herself just above your face. Her eyes flash with a commanding look as she leans in, her fingers tangling in your hair with a possessive grip. <<AlexandraTalk "Show me what you’ve learned!">> [[Eat Alexandra's pussy.|AlexandraMeet6][$p=7]] <<elseif $p eq 7>> You take in a slow, steadying breath and focus entirely on her, recalling each piece of advice she once gave you—those teasingly authoritative lessons that left you flustered but eager to please. Tentatively at first, you begin, your movements careful, seeking her approval. The softness of her skin and her intoxicating closeness overwhelm your senses. The cage strains against you, amplifying every sensation, the denied ache making the experience feel both torturous and exhilarating. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AW/AlexandraFacesitting4.mp4"/></div> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> lets out a small hum, her hand resting on the back of your head, her fingers threading into your hair. <<AlexandraTalk "Slower. Don’t rush. Make me feel it.">> She commands, her voice low and sultry, a tone that demands obedience without raising its volume. Her grip tightens as you adjust, following her direction, every movement deliberate now, savoring the feel of her and the sound of her soft, approving sighs. <<AlexandraTalk "Yes, just like that, mmpphh...">> She murmurs, her tone encouraging but firm, letting you know when you’ve done something right. She shifts slightly, guiding you with a press of her hand, her control subtle yet absolute. <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> The sound of her breathing changes—deeper, more uneven—as you continue, her occasional moans spurring you onward. Her nails drag lightly against your scalp, sending electric tingles through you, her hold firm but rewarding as if to reinforce your submission to her pleasure. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AW/AlexandraFacesitting4.mp4"/></div> <<AlexandraTalk "Oh yeahhh, there, thereee. Don’t stop now.">> Her pleasure becomes your singular focus, every approving sound a reward, every slight shift in her body a cue to refine your efforts. You pour yourself into the task, the need to please her outweighing your own denied desires, every moment consumed by her guidance and dominance. Finally, you feel her tense, her grip on your hair tightening as she gasps, her breath hitching before she lets out a low, breathless sound of satisfaction. The closeness of her, the undeniable power in her approval, and the raw intensity of her pleasure settle deep within you, leaving you both soothed and craving more. [[She is still sitting on your face, your face soaked with her wetness.|AlexandraMeet6][$p=8]] <<elseif $p eq 8>> As she recovers, her hand relaxes but stays in your hair, her fingers gently combing through it. Even in your denial, there's an undeniable satisfaction, the knowledge that you’ve pleased her utterly, filling you with a sense of purpose and fulfillment that, despite your own ache, makes you feel complete. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> shifts beside you, slipping gracefully onto the bed and resting herself close, her hand moving to trace a delicate line across your chest and down to your waist. Her touch is playful yet commanding, fingers drifting across the fabric of your stockings and exploring the curves of your slender form with effortless ease. <<AlexandraTalk "You did well little one. It wasn’t perfect—there are still things to learn, techniques to refine. But you pleased me tonight.">> Her eyes are half-closed, her breath now even, and she watches you intently, as if savoring every inch of you in her gaze. A wave of satisfaction floods through you, filling the ache of your longing with a sense of accomplishment, though a part of you still can’t help but yearn for more. Gathering your courage, you ask. <<MCTalk "Did I… was it good enough to earn a release?">> <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> lips quirk into a knowing smile, a glimmer of amusement in her eyes. She pauses, as though carefully considering her answer, and her fingers trail along your waist in a slow, teasing motion. <<AlexandraTalk "You’ll be in your cage a while longer, darling. It’s something you’ll need to make peace with. Trust me—this will help you grow in ways you haven’t yet realized.">> Her words are gentle yet unyielding, underscoring the way she sees through you, guiding and challenging you as always. [[The disappointment in your chest stirs, but there’s something in her gaze, a soft confidence, that calms your anxious heart.|AlexandraMeet6][$p=9]] <<elseif $p eq 9>> <<AlexandraTalk "But, as you did well tonight, I’ll unlock you. You’ve earned that much, and I think you deserve a little reward.">> Your breath catches in anticipation, the reality of her words thrilling you in a way you can hardly contain. The promise of release, of her pleasure and touch as a reward, overwhelms every sense. With a graceful movement, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> rises, prompting you to stand as well. She crosses to the wall and flicks on the lights, brightening the room in a warm, inviting glow that heightens the reality of this long-awaited moment. The brightness feels almost surreal, each detail around you vivid and grounding. Her confident smile glows in the brightness of the room as she crosses to her bedside table, opening the drawer. You hear the subtle click of a lock, and moments later, she’s beside you again, holding the key to your cage delicately between her fingers. Without a word, she hands you the key, and the meaning of this small object suddenly feels monumental. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> then slips off her bra entirely, her shoulders relaxed, and adjusts her thong slightly, settling into comfort as she watches you with an expectant look. Your hands tremble as you unlock yourself, the small cage releasing and finally allowing a freedom you’d been denied for days. The rush of sensation is dizzying, almost overwhelming. It’s a strange relief, a flood of both joy and deep, aching sensitivity. You’ve longed for this moment, each day of restraint sharpening your desire, and now, standing here with only your stockings, the flood of bliss surges through you. As you look back at <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, standing with ease in her thong and stockings, a thrilling sense of gratitude and excitement builds. You can barely contain the joy of your release, even if you’re not yet fully erect. Every part of you feels poised, filled with excitement and a bit of awe, knowing that her reward is just beginning. With a small, satisfied smile, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> heads to her purse, pulling out her phone as she looks back at you. <<AlexandraTalk "I have a little idea. How would you feel if I shared this moment with Mr. Brown? Just a quick photo. In exchange, I’ll let you see the one he sent me earlier this evening.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/MCLegs3.jpg" height=500></div> The thought alone sends a wave of heat to your cheeks, and you feel a twinge of both excitement and hesitation. The idea of being seen like this—exposed, vulnerable, and utterly obedient—especially by <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, is thrilling and just a bit overwhelming. Yet curiosity fills you, the mystery of what he might have sent fueling your desire to comply. Biting your lip, you nod, voice soft as you murmur. <<MCTalk "Okay Mistress.">> <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> lips curl into a mischievous smile as she holds up her phone, her gaze appreciative and amused. She angles the camera perfectly, capturing you in your stockings, free of the cage but still soft, your hands lingering at your sides, the flush on your cheeks clear evidence of your anticipation. [[Alexandra hands you her phone.|AlexandraMeet6][$p=10]] <<elseif $p eq 10>> <<if $bbcinterest gte 22>> When she hands you the phone, your breath catches. On the screen, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> is kneeling, lips stretched wide around <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> massive black cock. Her eyes glisten with awe, cheeks hollowed as she works to take him deeper—yet there’s still so much left. The sheer size difference between his thick, commanding shaft and your own makes your breath hitch. A sharp pulse of arousal courses through you, undeniable and all-consuming. You can’t look away from the contrast. The sight leaves you trembling, filled with fascination and a strange, submissive longing. You barely register <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> grinning beside you, already knowing the effect the image would have on you. <<else>> As you glance down at <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> phone, your pulse quickens, and a sharp surge of arousal rushes through you, overwhelming every thought. The screen shows <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, kneeling, her gaze meeting the camera, her expression somewhere between focus and awe as she sucks <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> big black cock, her mouth looks so full yet there's so much cock left. There’s a striking contrast between her delicate posture and the size of his cock, an image that fills you with a mix of fascination, excitement. Undeniable you see the difference between <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> huge cock and your little clit. <</if>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/JessicaPhoto5.jpg" height=500></div> <<Arousalincrease 40>><<Arousal>> For a moment, you can’t help but notice your own reaction—your body responding instantly, thrilling in this strange, charged arousal. The image before you is both breathtaking and humbling, leaving you feeling even more sensitive to the subtle sensation of your own now-free excitement. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> watches your reaction closely, her eyes glittering with approval. <<AlexandraTalk "Quite the scene, isn’t it? It’s good to see your excitement growing, little one. You’re responding beautifully.">> She leans in, her hand grazing your shoulder as if grounding you in this moment. You can feel her satisfaction in the way she leans into your ear, her fingers tracing your chest, her touch both gentle and possessive, keeping you rooted in this swirling mix of awe, excitement, and devotion. In the glow of the room, <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> fingers drift across your skin, each touch drawing you further into her orbit. Leaning in closer, her breath warm against your ear, she whispers. <<AlexandraTalk "Would you like the same treatment, my dear?">> A shiver runs through you! <<MCTalk "Yes, please...">> With graceful, assured movements, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> lowers herself in front of you, meeting your gaze one last time before taking you fully into her attention. The contrast between the image still open on her phone and the present moment hits you with an intensity you can barely fathom. <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> imposing presence looms large in your mind, but here—here, you feel <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> dedicated focus entirely on you. [[Alexandra gets on her knees.|AlexandraMeet6][$p=11]] <<elseif $p eq 11>> Her mouth moves over you with perfect rhythm, an expertise that suppresses your efforts by far. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> effortlessly deepthroats your little penis, balls deep. Every sensation washes over you in waves of pure bliss, her gentle hold of your ass grounding you as you feel yourself reach new heights. As if the pleasure of mouth isn't enough to drive you crazy she alternates between rapidly throating you and playing with your clit's head, using her tongue. The swirl of her tongue, the slurping noises, the fingers on your ass cheeks... <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra38.jpg" height=500></div> Seconds pass in a rush, until the pressure builds to a peak. The moment of release is like nothing you've felt before—a rush so deep and consuming that your whole body responds, every nerve ignited. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> doesn’t pull back; instead, she intensifies, sucking out each pulse of your release until you’re left trembling, utterly spent. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AW/AlexandraSwallow.mp4"/></div> Weak-legged and in a daze, you stumble back onto the bed. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> looks at you in the eyes and swallows your cum after briefly playing with it. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> rises gracefully, she gives you a quick, satisfied smile. <<AlexandraTalk "I need to brush my teeth. Need anything, love?">> Dazed from the depth of pleasure, you can only manage a slow shake of your head. The lingering sensations leave you nearly speechless, but you’re still drawn to her, feeling the way her influence weaves through every part of you. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> seems pleased by your dreamy response and, with a parting smile, slips into her private bathroom. [[You are alone, sitting on the bed, completely spent.|AlexandraMeet6][$p=12]] <<elseif $p eq 12>><<set $arousal to 0>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/JessicaPhoto5.jpg" height=500></div> <<if $bbcinterest gte 22>><<set $bbcinterest +=1>><<set $sub +=1>> Left alone with <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> phone still in your hand, your gaze drifts back to the photo of <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. Even with the lingering bliss from <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> expert mouth still buzzing through your body, the image grips you with a ferocity you can’t shake. Her expression mesmerizes you—eyes wide and needy, lips stretched impossibly around the thick, dark girth that dominates her mouth. The raw desire in her gaze feels almost sacred, as if surrendering to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> is the most fulfilling purpose she’s ever known. It’s hauntingly beautiful, magnetic. You had <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> on her knees minutes ago, yet the thought of having her doesn’t measure up to what <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> effortlessly commands from <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. Your mind spirals, replaying the image relentlessly. His size is undeniable, a symbol of power that captivates and overwhelms you. Even now, freshly sated, your body stirs faintly at the sheer thought of him. A goddess like <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> just pleasured you, yet here you are—obsessed with the idea of <andre>Mr. Brown’s</andre> cock and the inexplicable allure it holds. It’s maddening and irresistible all at once, the weight of that realization pressing down on you, leaving you breathless and craving more of something you can’t fully name. <<else>> Left alone, <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> phone still in hand, you glance back at the photo of <jessica>Jessica</jessica> with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. Even now, in your sated state, you feel a soft warmth in your chest as you study <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> expression. Her eyes convey so much—a fierce blend of submission and raw desire, as if this is exactly where she’s meant to be, where she’s longed to be. You had <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> in the same position minutes ago, making the contrast between you and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> much more clear.<</if>> Moments later, you hear <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> soft footsteps as she reenters the room. She moves with natural elegance, now fully unclothed, her confidence radiating as she stands before you, both calm and captivating. Just the sight of her presence here, with you, fills you with gratitude and a lingering awe at how much you both want and need her influence in your life. As <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> stands beside the bed, her eyes soften, and she smiles gently. <<AlexandraTalk "Would you like to stay the night?">> You nod immediately, feeling a warmth settle in your chest. <<MCTalk "Yes, please.">> The idea of her presence beside you fills you with a kind of comfort you hadn’t known you needed. <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> smile widens a little, and she gestures for you to remove your stockings. You obey, carefully peeling them away and folding them neatly on the chair beside the bed. When you look up, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> has the pink chastity cage dangling from her finger, the sight both familiar and suddenly humbling. <<AlexandraTalk "You’ll need to be locked up again darling.">> Instinctively, you feel the urge to object, to savor this new freedom, but the words never leave your lips. A beat passes, and you meet her eyes with a nod, wordlessly accepting. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> places the cage in your hand, and you slowly position it in place, fastening it snugly before securing the lock. Without a second thought, you hand her the key, a feeling of submission and satisfaction washing over you as she takes it. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> settles herself comfortably in bed, leaning back against the pillows, and she pats her chest with a soft, inviting smile. <<AlexandraTalk "Come here.">> [[Go to Alexandra's bed.|AlexandraMeet6][$p=13]] <<elseif $p eq 13>> You move towards her, feeling the gentle pull of her hands as she brings you half onto her, resting your head on the warmth of her chest. Her skin is soft and warm, her breath steady as she wraps her arms around you protectively. With one hand, she gently strokes your hair, her fingers weaving soothing patterns. In her arms, you feel cocooned, safe, and cherished in a way that fills you with gratitude, even as the cage serves as a gentle reminder of her control. <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> fingers continue their gentle play in your hair, and her voice is quiet, almost reflective.<<set $stress =-20>><<Stress>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra40.jpg" height=500></div> <<AlexandraTalk "How are you feeling about all of this, with Jessica and Mr. Brown?">> You look up at her, eyes meeting hers in the soft light. <<MCTalk "I really like it. I, love this.">> Her gaze is warm, her eyes reflecting a pleased glint that deepens your sense of contentment, and in this moment, the complexity of what she’s creating with you feels exactly right. <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> fingers keep combing through your hair as she looks down at you, her expression contemplative yet warm. <<AlexandraTalk "Do you still have regrets, darling? About this arrangement?">> <<MCTalk "The cage was… frustrating, sure, but tonight… it was worth it. But tonight, the reward was more than I imagined. No, no regrets.">> A pleased smile plays on her lips as she takes in your answer, and she shifts slightly, settling you more comfortably against her. Her next question is direct but carries an unexpected softness. <<AlexandraTalk "And how are you handling this… this new side of you? This feminine identity? I need you to know, I don’t ever want to push you toward something you’re not ready for. Or that you don’t want.">> Her sincerity reaches you in a way that goes straight to your heart. Without a second thought, you lift yourself slightly and plant a small, gentle kiss on her chest, resting your head back down against her warm skin. Her presence feels grounding, her acceptance soothing. <<MCTalk "It feels right. Being feminine, wearing panties, stockings… all of it feels like I’m becoming more… me. I love it... without you, I don't know when I would discover this part of myself.">> You feel her smile, her hand moving to cup your cheek with a gentle warmth that sends a deep reassurance through you. <<AlexandraTalk "It takes courage to be honest with yourself. I’m proud of you for being so true to yourself.">> Her words make you feel seen in a way that feels profound, and as her thumb strokes your cheek tenderly, you realize the depth of trust that has formed between you two. <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> gaze is steady, filled with care as she traces a gentle pattern along your shoulder. <<AlexandraTalk "And are you okay with me helping you… with becoming more feminine? How to talk, how to walk, everything? We’ll take it at your pace.">> [[Her question lingers, and for a moment, you pause, hesitating.|AlexandraMeet6][$p=14]] <<elseif $p eq 14>> The thought of your mother and her loud and abusive words, her disapproval flashes through your mind, a flicker of pain surfacing. It feels like a sharp pang—a reminder of the resistance you’ve faced just for wanting to embrace who you truly are. But the weight of that memory only strengthens your resolve, igniting a quiet determination to explore the path that feels right for you. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> has been there, guiding and supporting you through every step, her acceptance lifting you. Each look, each gesture, each word from her has brought you closer to this new sense of self. After a few moments of reflection, you lift your head to meet her gaze directly. Her blue eyes are full of understanding, and you feel a renewed sense of certainty. With a quiet, yet firm voice, you answer. <<MCTalk "I would love your guidance… Mistress.">> A soft smile spreads across <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> face, her eyes gleaming with approval and warmth. She leans forward, closing the space between you and planting a gentle kiss on your lips—a gesture that feels like both a promise and an affirmation. You feel surrounded by her care, grounded in her presence, and filled with a growing sense of self that feels more authentic than ever. With a gentle tug, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> pulls the blanket over both of you, cocooning you in warmth and comfort. She nestles you closer, your head resting softly against her chest, feeling the steady rhythm of her heartbeat—a sound both soothing and grounding. Her skin against yours is a reminder of her presence, and even with the light pressure of the small pink cage, you feel utterly at peace. Her hand caresses your back in slow, comforting circles, and the calm weight of her arm around you fills you with a deep, abiding sense of belonging. The promise of her guidance, her support, and her presence in every step of your journey ahead settles within you, solidifying a trust unlike anything you’ve felt before. Just as your eyes begin to close, <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> voice, soft and affectionate, reaches your ear. <<AlexandraTalk "Good night, little one.">> A small smile forms on your lips as you sink deeper into her embrace, a gentle contentment washing over you. With <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> arms around you, her words still echoing in your mind, you drift off, feeling secure, cherished, and exactly where you’re meant to be. <<link[[You have the best sleep you had in weeks in Alexandra's arms.|AlexandraMeet6]]>><<set $p to 15>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 15>> In the morning light, you wake up first, the soft glow of the sun filtering through the expansive windows of <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> penthouse. You take a moment to absorb the peacefulness around you—the quiet hum of the city below, the warmth of the bed you’ve shared, and the echoes of last night’s intimate memories still vivid in your mind. Slipping out of bed carefully so as not to disturb the serene beauty of <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> resting beside you, you make your way to the bathroom. The luxurious surroundings—a marble sink, gold fixtures, and an expansive mirror—are a tangible reminder of her power, her influence, and her undeniable style. It’s overwhelming in the best way, like stepping into a world you never imagined you could belong to. Under the warm spray of the shower, you let your thoughts drift. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> comes to mind first. She’s not just your girlfriend; she’s your everything—hotter than anyone you’ve ever known, with a confidence and playfulness that constantly excite and challenge you. Despite everything, she’s remained supportive, patient, and loving, encouraging you to explore parts of yourself you’d never dared before. You feel incredibly lucky to have her, not just for her beauty but for the unwavering belief she has in you, even as you navigate this unconventional dynamic together. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/MCShower3.jpg" height="500"></div> And then there’s <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. Just thinking about her sends a shiver down your spine. She’s not just stunning—she’s magnetic, the kind of woman who walks into a room and commands it effortlessly. Her confidence, wealth, and sheer presence make her one of the most desired women in the city, if not beyond. That she has chosen to include you in her world, to guide you, to desire you in her unique, commanding way, feels like an honor you can scarcely believe. The thought of being around both of them—two goddesses in their own right, each so different yet so captivating—fills you with a sense of gratitude that borders on awe. Yes, you’ve given up certain aspects of control, and yes, you’ve embraced a role that many wouldn’t understand, but you can’t deny the privilege of being loved, supported, and desired by these extraordinary women. Even as a cuck, you feel like the luckiest person alive, blessed to serve, learn from, and be in the orbit of such incredible people. As you step out of the shower, drying off with one of <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> impossibly soft towels, a small smile tugs at your lips. You don’t just feel grateful—you feel inspired, knowing that being with them has made you a better, more honest version of yourself. The day ahead is full of potential, and you can’t wait to see what it holds, basking in the glow of their presence and the privilege of being part of their lives. [[Return to the bedroom.|AlexandraMeet6][$p=16]] <<elseif $p eq 16>> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> is lying comfortably on her stomach, her head propped on one arm as she watches you with a playful smile, her blue eyes bright. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra39.jpg" height=500></div> <<AlexandraTalk "Good morning. Any plans for the day?">> You tell her about meeting your friends at the mall and seeing <jessica>Jessica</jessica> in the evening. <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> smile widens slightly at the mention of <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, and she nods in approval. <<AlexandraTalk "That sounds nice. How about some breakfast together before you head out?">> <<MCTalk "I would love that.">> The thought of sharing a relaxed morning meal with her fills you with enthusiasm. As you head to the kitchen, you begin preparing coffee, savoring the tranquility of <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> home in the early morning light. A few minutes later, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> joins you, wrapped in a robe, her presence adding a warm, familiar comfort to the space. Together, you work on a simple breakfast, each movement in sync as you slice, pour, and arrange. Between the sounds of the coffee machine and quiet clinks of dishes, you ask about her plans for the day. You chat a bit longer over breakfast, savoring the intimacy of this shared meal, before <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> walks you to her private elevator. With a lingering kiss on your lips, she cups your cheek and reminds you. <<AlexandraTalk "Remember, I'll be taking a more hands-on approach in guiding your <i>blossoming journey</i>.">> <<MCTalk "I look forward to it, Mistress. And, may I get the photo you showed me last night?">> <<AlexandraTalk "Of course, darling. I will also encourage Jessica to show you more.">> You nod with a smile, feeling a mix of anticipation and contentment as you step into the elevator. As you exit her penthouse and step into the morning bustle, your thoughts are still wrapped in the warmth of her presence, carrying a renewed sense of excitement and confidence as you make your way to the mall. <<link[[Go to the Mall.|Mall]]>><<set $alexandraquest to 6>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> <<if $photoclub7 neq 'Liya'>> You make your way to the café where you planned to meet <jia>Jia</jia> and <liya>Liya</liya>, but as soon as you arrive, you notice something is off. <jia>Jia</jia> sits alone at a small table by the window, her usual bright demeanor replaced by a downcast expression. She stirs her drink absently, her red hair catching the morning light but failing to brighten her mood. You hurry over, your concern mounting. <<MCTalk "Jia? What’s wrong? Where’s Liya?">> <jia>Jia</jia> looks up at you, her green eyes clouded with something between sadness and frustration. <<JiaTalk "Liya’s fine. She just didn’t want to get up this early. She’s still in bed, probably snoring like a truck.">> You let out a small laugh, relieved Liya is okay, but it only deepens your curiosity. <<MCTalk "Then what’s going on? You look upset.">> <jia>Jia</jia> hesitates, her gaze flicking down to her coffee. She seems to weigh her words, the corners of her mouth twitching as if she’s trying to keep her feelings in check. <<JiaTalk "It's nothing, really.">> <<MCTalk "Jia, come on. I can tell something’s bothering you. You know you can tell me anything.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Mall/MallCafe.jpg" height=400></div> Her shoulders slump slightly, and she exhales a shaky breath. When <jia>Jia</jia> finally looks up at you, there’s a flicker of hesitation in her eyes, as though she’s unsure if she should even say what’s on her mind. <<JiaTalk "It’s about Liya.">> <<MCTalk "What about her? Are you two okay, you know as a couple?">> <<JiaTalk "You know how much she wants to be a model. And I support her. I do. I think she’s gorgeous and confident, and she’s got what it takes to make it.">> <<MCTalk "Of course. She’s amazing. But…?">> <<JiaTalk "But she’s been talking more and more about… doing those kinds of shoots. You know, showing off her body. Fully nude, even.<<if $v4LiyaShoot gte 1>>After she got the dress modelling gig she is really much more into it.<<else>>After Eve got that dress modelling gig, after Liya lost to her, she wants to go much bolder.<</if>>">> Her words hang heavy in the air, and you can see the conflict etched into her expression. <<JiaTalk "She says it’s just modeling, just art, and maybe it is. But I can’t help worrying. It’s not just about her showing skin—it’s about what comes next. The people she might meet, the way some might look at her, treat her… I don’t have that kind of boldness, that confidence. And maybe that’s why it scares me. Liya is so brave, so fearless, and I love that about her, but…">> Her voice falters, and she bites her lip. <<JiaTalk "I just want to protect her. I’m scared someone will take advantage of her. That she’ll get hurt, and I won’t be able to stop it.">> <<MCTalk "Jia, it’s okay to feel this way. You love her, and you want the best for her. That’s not wrong. She’s lucky to have someone like you looking out for her.">> [[Jia looks at you with guilty eyes.|Jia Mall9][$p=2]] <<elseif $photoclub7 eq 'Liya'>> The café, tucked near the corner of the second floor, offers a quiet respite from the noise. You spot <liya>Liya</liya> and <jia>Jia</jia> sitting at a table by the window, their body language tense. <liya>Liya</liya> stirs her coffee absently, while <jia>Jia</jia> fidgets with the edge of her napkin. It’s obvious they’ve had a fight. You approach cautiously, offering a small smile. <<MCTalk "Hey, you two. Mind if I join?">> Liya forces a smile, though it doesn’t reach her eyes. <<LiyaTalk "Of course. Pull up a chair.">> As you sit down, <jia>Jia</jia> glances at <liya>Liya</liya>, then back at her napkin. Her lips are pressed into a thin line. Liya exhales sharply, breaking the heavy silence. <<LiyaTalk "So... it’s been a morning.">> Her attempt at lightness falls flat. Jia’s gaze flickers toward you, seeking reassurance. <<MCTalk "Everything okay? You both look kind of... tense.">> <liya>Liya</liya> leans back in her chair, crossing her arms. <<LiyaTalk "We just had a... disagreement. Nothing new, right Jia?">> <jia>Jia's</jia> voice is soft but firm. <<JiaTalk "I don't think you should be modeling in your underwear. Not with Ethan.">> Her words land heavily on the table. <liya>Liya's</liya> eyes narrow, her body tensing like a coiled spring. <<LiyaTalk "We’ve talked about this so many times, Jia! I can take care of myself. And Ethan has the connections I need to make this work.">> <<JiaTalk "Connections? Is that what this is about? So it's not about outcompeting Eve?">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Liya19.jpg"></div> <liya>Liya's</liya> jaw clenches, and for a moment it looks like she might snap. But then she exhales, her voice steadier, though tinged with frustration. <<LiyaTalk "Yes, she irritates me. Yes, she makes me more competitive. But I wanted to be a model long before I met her, and you know that.">> The weight of truth hangs between them, heavy and raw. You stay quiet, sensing this moment belongs to them. <jia>Jia</jia> looks down at her coffee, her hands trembling slightly. When she speaks again, her voice cracks with vulnerability. <<JiaTalk "I just... I just don’t want to lose you, Liya.">> Her chin quivers, and tears glisten in her eyes. <<JiaTalk "I love you, and I don't want to lose you to the hell of the modeling industry. I've read the stories—what it does to people. I don’t want that to be you.">> The words hang in the air, raw and desperate. For a moment, <liya>Liya</liya> looks stunned, as if she hadn’t fully realized the depth of <jia>Jia's</jia> fear. Her features soften, the sharp edges of her defensiveness melting away. <<LiyaTalk "Hey... I hear you, Jia. I really do. And I promise—I won't let this industry change who I am. I won’t let it take me away from you.">> <jia>Jia</jia> swallows hard, blinking back tears. <<JiaTalk "I just want you to be safe.">> [[Help your friends reconcile.|Jia Mall9][$p=2]] <</if>> <<elseif $p eq 2>> <<if $photoclub7 neq 'Liya'>> <<JiaTalk "Last night, we had a fight. A really big one.">> <<MCTalk "What happened?">> <<JiaTalk "I told her all these things… my worries, my fears. I said I didn’t want her to get into that world and she got so angry.">> <jia>Jia</jia> looks away, blinking rapidly, but you catch the faint shimmer of tears in her eyes. She takes a deep breath, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her coffee mug. <<JiaTalk "She said I was trying to control her, that I don’t believe in her or her dreams. And that’s not it at all!">> Her voice shakes, and she presses a hand to her chest. <<JiaTalk "I just… I don’t want her to get hurt. I thought if I told her how I felt, she’d understand. But instead, we just yelled at each other, and now we both feel like shit.">> Her voice cracks on the last word, and she quickly wipes at her eyes, regaining her composure before the tears fully fall. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Jia Normal13.jpg" height=500></div> You reach across the table, taking her trembling hands in yours. <<MCTalk "Jia, it’s okay. Fighting happens, especially when you care about each other this much.">> <jia>Jia</jia> nods, her lips pressed into a thin line as she takes a deep, steadying breath. You pause for a moment, then decide to share something that’s been weighing on you too. <<MCTalk "You know… I kind of get what you’re feeling. I had a fight this week too. A huge one. With my mom.">> <jia>Jia's</jia> brows knit together in concern as she leans in slightly. <<JiaTalk "Oh no, what happened?">> You sigh, pulling your hands back to wrap them around your coffee cup for comfort. <<MCTalk "She came to visit me. It was a surprise. The last time she saw me was months ago, before… well, before all this. Back when I was just a regular guy.">> <jia>Jia's</jia> eyes widen slightly, already anticipating where this is going. <<MCTalk "But now, I mean, look at me. I’m a completely different person. I’ve changed so much. I feel… right. Like this is who I’ve always wanted to be. But when she saw me, it was like she couldn’t even process it. She just—">> You stop, swallowing the lump rising in your throat. <<MCTalk "She denied it. Denied me. Said it was a phase, that I was throwing my life away. She even said I was disgusting. We fought and now… we’re not speaking.">> <jia>Jia</jia> gasps softly, her hands flying to her mouth. <<JiaTalk "Oh my god, $femname. I’m so sorry. That’s awful.">> You shake your head, trying to stay strong. <<MCTalk "It was hard. Really hard. But in a weird way, it also showed me something. This is right for me, Jia. It’s who I am, and I’m not going to apologize for it. Not even to her.">> <jia>Jia's</jia> eyes shimmer with emotion as she listens, her lips trembling slightly. <<MCTalk "So that’s why I wanted to tell you this. I get that you want to protect Liya. I do. But trying to stop her? It’ll only make her push harder. People need to feel like they have the freedom to be themselves, to chase their dreams. Even if it’s scary for us.">> <jia>Jia</jia> doesn’t say anything at first. She just stares at you, her expression full of sympathy and understanding. Then, without warning, she gets up and pulls you into a tight hug. <<JiaTalk "You’re so strong, $femname. I can’t believe you went through that and still came out so sure of yourself. I’m so proud of you.">> The warmth of her embrace makes your eyes sting, but you hold it together, hugging her back just as tightly. <<MCTalk "Thanks, Jia. It means a lot to hear that.">> She pulls back slightly, looking into your eyes. <<JiaTalk "You’re right. I won’t try to stop Liya. I don’t want to push her away like that. She needs to know I support her, even if I’m scared.">> Her voice softens, and she smiles faintly. <<JiaTalk "And if I’m scared, I’ll just remember how brave you’ve been.">> You smile back, feeling a renewed sense of connection and support between you two. [[Jia perks up slightly, swirling the remnants of her coffee before setting the cup down.|Jia Mall9][$p=3]] <<elseif $photoclub7 eq 'Liya'>> <<MCTalk "Okay, okay, let's slow down for a second, alright?">> <liya>Liya</liya> and <jia>Jia</jia> both look at you, surprised. Their tense expressions soften slightly at your gentle but firm tone. <<MCTalk "I think you two are forgetting something important. You care about each other. And yeah, you're not going to agree on everything—like Liya modeling with Ethan—but that doesn't mean you have to let it drive a wedge between you.">> <liya>Liya</liya> folds her arms, though there's less heat in her posture now. <<LiyaTalk "Easier said than done. Jia keeps treating me like I can't handle myself.">> <jia>Jia</jia> looks hurt but speaks softly. <<JiaTalk "That's not it... I just worry about you, Liya. Modeling can be brutal, and Ethan? He's sketchy. I don't want you getting hurt.">> <<MCTalk "That's totally fair, Jia. But Liya isn't saying she doesn't hear you—she's saying she needs your support, not control. Right, Liya?">> <liya>Liya's</liya> shoulders relax as she nods. <<LiyaTalk "Exactly. I appreciate your concern, Jia. I really do. But I've got to be able to make my own choices, even if they're risky.">> <<MCTalk "And Jia, you're her girlfriend. I know it's hard, but trust her. Be the person she can come to when things get tough, not the person she has to fight against.">> <liya>Liya's</liya> expression softens completely. She reaches across the table and grabs Jia's hand. <<LiyaTalk "You're not going to lose me, Jia. Ever. I promise. And I'll be smart, okay? No reckless decisions. But I need you to believe in me.">> <jia>Jia</jia> sniffles, her resolve wavering before she nods. <<JiaTalk "Okay... okay. I'll try. I just want you to be safe.">> The warmth between them is palpable now, the rift closing as they exchange a teary smile. You breathe a quiet sigh of relief, happy to see them finding common ground again. But as the emotional atmosphere settles, you feel a weight on your chest—the unresolved pain you've been carrying. You clear your throat, your voice quieter now. <<MCTalk "You know... seeing you two work this out makes me think about something that happened to me recently. I had a fight this week too—a huge one. With my mom.">> <jia>Jia's</jia> brows knit together in concern, and Liya looks equally curious. <<JiaTalk "Oh no, what happened?">> You wrap your hands around your coffee cup, seeking comfort in its warmth. <<MCTalk "She came to visit me. It was a surprise. The last time she saw me was months ago, before… well, before all this. Back when I was just a regular guy.">> <jia>Jia's</jia>eyes widen slightly, already anticipating where this is going. Liya watches intently, her playful demeanor gone. <<MCTalk "But now? I mean, look at me. I’ve changed so much. I feel... right. As if this is who I've always wanted to be. But when she saw me, it was like she couldn’t even process it. She just—">> You stop, swallowing the lump rising in your throat. The memory still stings. <<MCTalk "She denied it. Denied me. Said it was a phase, that I was throwing my life away. She even said I was disgusting. We fought, and now… we’re not speaking.">> <jia>Jia</jia> gasps softly, her hand flying to her mouth. <<JiaTalk "Oh my god. I’m so sorry. That’s awful.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Jia Normal13.jpg" height=500></div> You shake your head, fighting to stay strong. <<MCTalk "It was hard. Really hard. But in a weird way, it also showed me something. This is right for me, Jia. It’s who I am, and I’m not going to apologize for it. Not even to her.">> <jia>Jia's</jia> eyes shimmer with emotion as she listens, her lips trembling slightly. [[Liya watches you with a newfound seriousness, understanding just how much this revelation cost you.|Jia Mall9][$p=3]] <</if>> <<elseif $p eq 3>> <<if $photoclub7 neq 'Liya'>> <<JiaTalk "Hey, you know what we should do? Let’s go see a movie. Something light. Something that’ll cheer us up.">> You blink, a little surprised. <<MCTalk "A movie? Now?">> <<JiaTalk "Why not? We’re already at the mall. There's that new rom-com out—Love, Lattes, and Laughter. It’s supposed to be really cute.">> The name alone sounds overly saccharine, but you don’t want to dampen her spirits. <<MCTalk "Alright, let’s do it.">> She grins, clearly relieved to have something to focus on. You both make your way to the mall's movie theater, grab tickets, and snag some popcorn. Jia picks a couple of candy bars, insisting. <<JiaTalk "You can’t watch a rom-com without chocolate.">> Inside the theater, you settle into your seats as the previews roll. The movie starts, bursting with pastel-colored scenes, quirky meet-cutes, and characters so ridiculously charming you can’t help but roll your eyes. Still, Jia’s giggles beside you make it all worth it. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Mall/MovieTheater.jpg" height=400></div> The plot is predictable—a coffee shop owner falling for an uptight lawyer—but <jia>Jia</jia> is engrossed, laughing at the silly jokes and clutching your arm during the romantic moments. Meanwhile, you enjoy watching her more than the movie, glad to see her looking happier. As the credits roll, <jia>Jia</jia> turns to you with a soft smile. <<JiaTalk "Okay, admit it. It wasn’t that bad.">> <<MCTalk "I’ll admit, the company made it better.">> She nudges you with her elbow as you leave the theater, both of you joking about the cheesy dialogue and overly dramatic coffee shop montages. The walk back to the bus station feels lighter, as if the movie has lifted a bit of the heaviness from the earlier talk. <<JiaTalk "Thanks for today. I really needed that.">> <<JiaLove 1>> <<MCTalk "Me too.">> With a final wave, she heads toward her apartment, and you feel a small sense of accomplishment knowing you’ve been there for her—and that she’s been there for you. <<link[[Go Home.|My Room]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $stress -=30>><<Stress>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>> <<set $jiaquest to 10>><</link>> <<elseif $photoclub7 eq 'Liya'>> <<MCTalk "So that's why I wanted to share this. I get that you want to protect Liya, Jia. I really do. But trying to stop her? It'll only push her away. People need to feel like they have the freedom to be themselves, to chase their dreams—even if it's scary for us.">> <jia>Jia</jia> doesn’t say anything at first. She just stares at you, her expression full of sympathy and understanding. Then, without warning, she stands up and pulls you into a tight hug. <liya>Liya</liya> follows up shortly after. <<JiaTalk "You’re so strong. I can’t believe you went through that and still came out so sure of yourself. I’m so proud of you.">> The warmth of their embrace breaks your composure. Tears prick your eyes and blur your vision as you hug her back just as tightly. <<LiyaTalk "That was really brave, sharing that. And I'm sorry you went through that with your mom, $femname. But just so you know—she's wrong. You're not disgusting. Not even close. You're amazing. And honestly?" >> Her lips curl into a confident smirk. <<LiyaTalk "I think you’re one of the most inspiring people I know.">> <<MCTalk "Thank you. That means a lot.">> She pulls back slightly, looking into your eyes with a renewed determination. <<JiaTalk "You’re right. I won’t try to stop Liya. I don’t want to push her away like that. She needs to know I support her, even if I’m scared.">> Her voice softens, and she smiles faintly. <<JiaTalk "And if I’m scared, I’ll just remember how brave you’ve been.">> <liya>Liya</liya> watches the two of you, her lips curving into a grateful smile. <<LiyaTalk "That means a lot, Jia. And hey, I promise I’ll be smart about this. No reckless risks.">> <jia>Jia</jia> nods, her expression more open and understanding. <<JiaTalk "Deal. And I’ll be there for you, no matter what.">> The emotional weight lifts as they reconcile, and your tears dry as you realize that you've helped them move forward. In doing so, you've strengthened your bond with both of them. <<LiyaLove 1>> <<JiaLove 1>> [[Jia comes up with an idea.|Jia Mall9][$p=4]] <</if>> <<elseif $p eq 4>> <<JiaTalk "Hey, you know what we should do? Let’s go see a movie. Something light. Something that'll cheer us up.">> You blink, surprised by the sudden suggestion. <<MCTalk "A movie? Now?">> <<LiyaTalk "Yeah, why not? We're already at the mall. Plus, the tension's been way too heavy today. Let's reset.">> <jia>Jia</jia> brightens. <<JiaTalk "There’s that new rom-com out—Love, Lattes, and Laughter. I heard it’s cute and funny.">> The title alone sounds like a sugary cliché, but you don’t want to spoil her enthusiasm. <<MCTalk "Alright, let’s do it.">> <<LiyaTalk "Sweet! Let's go snag some tickets.">> The three of you head to the mall's movie theater, grab tickets, and stock up on snacks. <jia>Jia</jia> insists on getting candy bars. <<JiaTalk "We are not watching a rom-com without chocolate.">> <<MCTalk "Is that a rule?">> <<LiyaTalk "It is now.">> Inside the dimly lit theater, you settle into the plush seats. <jia>Jia</jia> sits on your left, and <liya>Liya</liya> on your right. As the previews roll, <liya>Liya</liya> whispers dramatically, <<LiyaTalk "If this ends with a coffee-themed wedding, I’m walking out.">> <<MCTalk "I'll hold you to that.">> The movie kicks off with pastel-colored scenes, awkward meet-cutes, and characters so charming it makes your eyes roll. But <jia>Jia's</jia> giggles beside you and <liya>Liya's</liya> occasional snarky whispers make it bearable. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Mall/MovieTheater.jpg" height=400></div> The plot is predictable—a coffee shop owner falling for a rigid lawyer—but midway through, a particularly romantic scene unfolds. The couple shares a heartfelt moment under a string of fairy lights, confessing their love. Out of nowhere, you feel a warmth on your lap. <liya>Liya's</liya> hand rests there, her fingers brushing <jia>Jia's</jia>. For a beat, they look at each other before clasping hands gently—right over your thigh. You freeze, emotions stirring unexpectedly. Your chest tightens as a wave of tenderness washes over you. They don't say a word, just continue watching the screen, fingers intertwined. You glance down at their hands and then back at the movie, your eyes stinging with unshed tears. You feel so lucky to witness this love. As the credits roll, <jia>Jia</jia> turns to you, her face lit up. <<JiaTalk "Okay, admit it. It wasn't that bad.">> <<MCTalk "Fine, the company made it better.">> <liya>Liya</liya> nudges you playfully. <<LiyaTalk "See? Candy and rom-coms fix everything.">> The three of you leave the theater, laughter replacing any lingering heaviness from earlier. The night air is cool as you walk toward the bus station, the atmosphere light and joyful. <<JiaTalk "Thanks for today, both of you. I really needed this.">> <<MCTalk "Me too.">> <<LiyaTalk "Same. And hey, I’m glad we talked.">> <jia>Jia</jia> smiles warmly at Liya. <<JiaTalk "Me too. We’re good, right?">> <<LiyaTalk "Always.">> You watch as they exchange a knowing look, their bond stronger than ever. It fills you with warmth. With a final wave, they head toward their apartment, and you feel a small sense of accomplishment knowing you’ve been there for them—and that they have been there for you. <<link[[Go Home.|My Room]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $stress -=30>><<Stress>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>> <<set $jiaquest to 10>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> greets you at the door, wearing a skimpy outfit to relax at home. Her nipple is almost showing in her top. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date77.jpg" height=500></div> As you step into <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> cozy living room, the familiar scent of her lavender candles instantly wraps around you like a comforting embrace. She greets you with a warm smile, her eyes lighting up as you set your bag down and settle onto the couch beside her. <<JessicaTalk "You look happy.">> <<MCTalk "I am, last night was… amazing. I spent the night at Alexandra's penthouse. And this morning, Jia and I went to the movies. There’s something I should tell you, though. About my mom.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> leans forward, her full attention now on you <<MCTalk "We had a fight earlier this week. A big one. It was about the new me, how I’m looking different etc. She couldn’t accept it. Said some hurtful things.">> <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> face tightens, a mix of empathy and protectiveness flashing in her expression. <<JessicaTalk "Oh, babe…">> <<MCTalk "It’s okay. At first, it wasn’t, but Alexandra helped me process it. I’m not as emotional about it as I thought I’d be.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> scoots closer, wrapping her arms around you. Her embrace is firm yet tender, and her voice is soothing as she says. <<JessicaTalk "I hate that she can’t see how amazing you are. But I’m so proud of you for standing your ground, for being you.">> Her words sink in, filling you with warmth. You bury your face in her shoulder, feeling the full depth of her love. After a long moment, she pulls back slightly, her hands still on your shoulders. <<JessicaTalk "How are you really feeling, though? Are you okay?">> <<MCTalk "Yeah, I'm much better. Had a fun morning, now I'm with my beautiful girlfriend. I will survive.">> You chuckle as <jessica>Jessica</jessica> lands a kiss on your cheek. <<JessicaTalk "You had a fun morning, huh? What about last night? Tell me everything about your night with Alexandra! I’ve been dying to know.">> [[Her eyes sparkle with curiosity, her playful tone urging you to spill the details.|JessicaDate17][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> <<MCTalk "It was… amazing. So perfect.">> You feel your cheeks flush, a mixture of excitement and bashfulness as you recount the night. <<MCTalk "We got really close. She sat on my face and I licked her to an orgasm. She deepthroated me and swallowed my cum, babe. And then we slept cuddling, completely naked. She locked me up before we went to sleep, but honestly, I think I can handle it.">> <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> face lights up, her excitement palpable. <<JessicaTalk "Oh my god, babe! That sounds incredible. You and Alexandra are so amazing together. I’m so happy for you. And the cage—you’re really okay with it?">> <<MCTalk "Yeah, I think so. It’s different, for sure, but… I feel like it’s part of this whole new arrangement, you know? If I will get that treatment for being in cage, I'm all for it.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> nods enthusiastically, her grin widening. <<JessicaTalk "This is just so exciting! Our arrangement, everything—it’s all falling into place.">> She squeezes your hand, her energy infectious as she shares in your enthusiasm. <<JessicaTalk "So, while you were having your perfect night with Alexandra, guess what? I was at Mr. Brown’s place last evening.">> Her tone shifts slightly, a mix of excitement and intrigue as she drops the news. You lean in, curiosity piqued, eager to hear more about her evening. You grin, unable to hold back your excitement. <<MCTalk "Oh, I know. Alexandra showed me the photo Mr. Brown sent last night.">> <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> eyes widen in surprise as you grab your phone and pull up the picture: <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, on her knees, looking up at <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> with a devoted gaze, her lips wrapped around him. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/JessicaPhoto5.jpg" height=500></div> <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> Her cheeks flush a deep red, but she laughs, covering her face for a moment before playfully swatting your arm. <<JessicaTalk "Wait, what? She showed you that? Oh my god, Alexandra’s too much!">> <<MCTalk "This photo… Jess, it made me so horny last night. Alexandra saw how turned on I was. It’s like, I can’t even explain it. Knowing you were there with him, serving him, it’s so—">> <<JessicaTalk "Hot?" >> <<MCTalk "Yes!">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> laughs again, her eyes sparkling as she leans closer to you. <<JessicaTalk "You’re such a sissy. And you know what? Blowing him is hot. It’s so intimate, so… overwhelming. Like, on Friday, when you were watching us, I wasn’t sure how you would feel. But seeing your face and knowing how turned on you were, it made me feel incredible. And I even orgasmed, while only sucking him and I wasn’t expecting that at all.">> Your body reacts instinctively to her words, the cage around you a frustrating reminder of your arousal. <<MCTalk "I noticed that, you know. Your legs were trembling so hard. I could see how much it effected you.">> You grin, your cheeks flushed, and your voice softens as you remember the moment. <<MCTalk "It was… beautiful, honestly. Watching you like that—completely lost in the moment.">> <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> eyes light up at your words, and she leans back against the couch with a satisfied smirk. <<JessicaTalk "It was incredible. There’s something about him, the way he takes control, the way he fills the space—it's overwhelming in the best way. He’s so… manly.">> Her voice dips lower, almost conspiratorial. <<JessicaTalk "And, yeah, his size. It’s insane.">> [[Your heart races as the conversation takes this turn.|JessicaDate17][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> The cage reminds you of its presence, a constant ache that matches your growing arousal. <<MCTalk "I could tell. He’s… well, he’s so much bigger than me. It’s like… double, maybe more.">> <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> lips curl into a teasing smile as she leans closer, her eyes sparkling with amusement and arousal. <<JessicaTalk "Double? Sweetheart, that’s generous. He’s in a completely different league. But you know, that’s part of what makes this so exciting, isn’t it? The way it highlights who you are, your role.">> You nod, unable to meet her gaze for a moment. <<MCTalk "It does. It’s like… I’ve never felt more in my place than when I was watching you. I got so horny I leaked pre-cum out of my cage.">> <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> eyes soften, her smile turning affectionate as she takes your hand in hers. <<JessicaTalk "I noticed that. The way you reacted when we talked about him, the way you look at me when I’m with him. It’s like this comparison does something to you, something deep. It turns you on, doesn’t it?">> You swallow hard, nodding. <<MCTalk "It does. It’s like every time we talk about it, every time I see you with him, it just… it makes this new role feel so right. Like I’m becoming who I’m meant to be.">> <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> thumb brushes against your hand, her expression a mix of playfulness and warmth. <<JessicaTalk "You’re amazing, you know that? I love this new side of you more and more... the way you embrace it. And honestly, it makes me love you even more.">> Her words send a shiver through you, the conversation leaving both of you flushed and aroused. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> notices your squirming and laughs lightly, leaning in to kiss your cheek. <<JessicaTalk "You’re so cute when you’re all worked up.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> tilts her head, her eyes sparkling with an idea. <<JessicaTalk "You know what? Let’s do a little comparison.">> [[You blink at her, confused.|JessicaDate17][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> <<MCTalk "Comparison?">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> grins mischievously. <<JessicaTalk "You have a photo of us in the same position. Me, on my knees, blowing your dick. Let’s put them side by side. First send me what Daddy took.">> You do as she says, your heart skips a beat as you scroll through your gallery. You quickly find the picture and send it to <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. She holds her phone up next to yours, displaying both images side by side. <div style="text-align:center"><table style="width:100%"> <tr><td><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/JessicaPhoto4.jpg" height=500></td> <td><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/JessicaPhoto5.jpg" height=500></td> </tr></table></div> <<Arousalincrease 40>><<Arousal>> Your eyes dart between the two photos, and the contrast takes your breath away. In the photo of you with <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, there's an undeniable intimacy—playful yet reverent. Her dominance is gentle, teasing, and loving. But in the photo with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> is utterly transformed. She radiates surrender, her posture submissive, her expression overwhelmed. The sheer size difference between <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and you only amplifies the dynamic. <<MCTalk "It’s… it’s so hot. The difference.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> chuckles softly, her hand brushing lightly against your knee. <<JessicaTalk "It is, isn’t it? The way he fills my mouth, how small I feel with him…">> Your body reacts instinctively to her words, your cage pressing uncomfortably against you as your arousal peaks. A small, involuntary whimper escapes your lips. <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> eyes flicker to your face, then down, and realization dawns in her gaze. Her smile turns knowing, almost wicked. <<JessicaTalk "Oh, my poor baby. I bet you’re leaking in your cage again. Aren’t you?">> <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> smirk deepens as she watches your flushed face. She leans in close, her voice a sultry whisper. <<JessicaTalk "Come with me, baby. I think it’s time we moved this to the bedroom.">> [[Follow Jessica to her bedroom.|JessicaDate17][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> leads you down the hallway, her hand warm and soft in yours. When you step into her bedroom, it feels like stepping into her world—intimate, inviting, and undeniably her. She lets go of your hand and turns to face you, her expression softening as she steps closer, her hands resting gently on your shoulders. <<JessicaTalk "Before we do anything, babe… I need to ask. Are you okay with me teasing you tonight? If not I don't want to give you pain in your cage.">> Her eyes search yours, sincere and tender, her voice a mix of excitement and care. You swallow hard, your heart racing at her words. There’s no hesitation in your voice when you respond. [[You want to be teased and spend the evening with Jessica.|JessicaDate17][$p=6]] [[You don't want to feel the pain of getting denied in the cage.|JessicaDate17][$p=15]] <<elseif $p eq 6>> <<MCTalk "Yes, Jessica. I trust you. I want this.">> Her smile widens, a mix of adoration and playful mischief lighting up her face. She leans in, brushing her lips against yours in a soft, lingering kiss before pulling back just enough to whisper. <<JessicaTalk "Thank you for trusting me, baby. I promise I’ll take care of you… and have a little fun while I’m at it.">> <<JessicaLove 1>> She steps back slightly, her fingers trailing down your arms as she takes in your vulnerable state. Her smile turns teasing as she hooks her thumbs into the hem of her top. <<JessicaTalk "Now, let’s get comfortable, shall we?">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date81.jpg" height=500></div> <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> slowly pulls her top over her head, revealing her bare skin, her curves illuminated by the soft bedroom lighting. Your breath catches as she hooks her thumbs into her shorts and slides them down with deliberate slowness, letting them pool at her feet. Now completely naked, she stands before you with the confidence and allure of someone fully in control. <<JessicaTalk "Your turn, sweetheart. Strip for me.">> Your hands tremble slightly as you remove your clothes, piece by piece, until you stand before her, completely exposed except for the chastity cage. <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> gaze lingers on the cage, and a slow, wicked smile spreads across her lips. She steps closer, her fingers lightly brushing the cool metal. Her touch sends shivers through you as she leans in, her voice soft but teasing. <<JessicaTalk "Look at you. So obedient. So… mine.">> You let out a shaky breath, your body already responding to her dominance, the cage pressing against you uncomfortably. You lay naked on her bed <jessica>Jessica</jessica> tilts her head, her tone shifting to something more playful. <<JessicaTalk "Look at you, my little sissy. Locked up, so obedient. Lay down baby. ">> She steps closer, her fingers tracing the edges of the cage, her touch feather-light yet electrifying. Your hips jerk involuntarily, but the cage denies you any release. <<MCTalk "The cage makes me more submissive, especially when I'm so horny.">> Her smile is soft but filled with amusement. She presses her body against yours, her hands sliding up your chest and around your neck as she pulls you into a slow, teasing kiss. Her lips part just enough to let her tongue graze yours before she pulls back, leaving you breathless. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date78.jpg" height=500></div> <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> <<JessicaTalk "Oh, I know you want more, but that’s the beauty of this, isn’t it? You can’t have it. Not without our Mistress’ permission.">> Her fingers trail down your chest, her nails grazing your skin just enough to send shivers coursing through you. <<JessicaTalk "You’ve probably wondered what it’s like. To please someone as… commanding as Mr. Brown.">> Your breath catches, your body tensing under her as her words sink in. [[She bites her lip, a wicked smile spreading across her face.|JessicaDate17][$p=7]] <<elseif $p eq 7>> <<JessicaTalk "Giving him a blowjob… it’s incredible. Feeling how big his cock is, how thick, how powerful… it’s intoxicating. The thought of him taking me, owning me… it drives me wild. ">> Her hands slide over your chest as she shifts, turning her back to you and positioning herself in a reverse cowgirl stance. She lowers herself just enough for you to feel the weight of her presence, her skin brushing yours, the cage pressing uncomfortably against your arousal. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> glances over her shoulder, her eyes smoldering as she slowly begins to rock her hips, teasing you with the movement. The view of her bare back, her curves, and the way her body moves above you is both mesmerizing and torturous. <<JessicaTalk "Can you imagine it, baby? How perfect it’s going to be? Him taking me in his arms, filling me completely, making me feel like I’m his… just thinking about it makes me ache.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date79.jpg" height=500></div> <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> Your voice breaks through, breathless and shaky. <<MCTalk "I… I can’t stop thinking about it either, Jessica. You with him… it’s all I’ve been able to imagine for weeks. How amazing it’s going to be. How good it will make you feel.">> <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> hips grind down slightly, and she laughs, the sound sultry and teasing. <<JessicaTalk "Oh, baby, I love hearing you say that. You want it almost as much as I do, don’t you?">> Your hands clench at your sides, your heart racing as you nod, your voice filled with both desperation and excitement. <<MCTalk "Yes, Jessica. I want it. I want to see you with him, to know he’s giving you everything you deserve. To… to see you completely satisfied.">> Her lips curl into a wicked grin as she leans back slightly, arching her back to give you an even better view. <<JessicaTalk "That’s my good little sissy. You know what is best for me, what is best for us.">> You squirm beneath her, the cage pressing painfully against your unrelenting arousal. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> notices, her wicked grin widening as she rocks her hips one last time before lifting herself off you. Her slick arousal glistens in the soft light as she stands, and your breath catches at the sight. <<JessicaTalk "Oh, baby, look at you. Leaking like a little fountain in that tiny cage.">> She giggles, running a finger teasingly over the front of the cage, collecting a bead of your precum. Her eyes glint with mischief as she brings the finger to her lips, licking it clean with an exaggerated moan. <<JessicaTalk "Mmm… so eager. But I think it’s time for something a little… bigger.">> She turns away, walking to her drawer, her hips swaying seductively. You can’t tear your eyes away, your gaze tracing every curve of her body. [[Jessica opens the drawer and pulls out the large black dildo, the sheer size of it making your heart pound.|JessicaDate17][$p=8]] <<elseif $p eq 8>> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> saunters back to the bed, holding the dildo in both hands as if presenting a prized possession. She kneels beside you, her eyes sparkling with arousal and amusement as she holds it up next to your caged member. <<JessicaTalk "Look at this, baby. Isn’t it magnificent? So much bigger, so much thicker…">> Your breath hitches as she brings the dildo closer to your cage, the stark contrast between the two painfully obvious. She tilts her head, feigning curiosity. <<JessicaTalk "It’s funny, isn’t it? How something like this can make my eyes roll back, my toes curl… and then there’s this.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date80.jpg" height=500></div> <<Arousalincrease 30>><<Arousal>> She taps the cage lightly with the tip of the dildo, making you squirm. <<JessicaTalk "Two inches, locked away, so tiny and cute. But that’s okay, baby. That’s why you’re my sissy. You don’t need to be big. You just need to watch, to worship, and to adore me while I take something that can satisfy me.">> <<MCTalk "Y-yes, Jessica. I couldn’t stop watching… you looked so… so perfect.">> Her laugh is low and warm, her hand brushing against your cheek with a mix of affection and playful dominance. <<JessicaTalk "And you know, baby, that was just the beginning. Soon, you’ll get to watch something even better. You’ll see him take me, claim me completely. I know you’re imagining it already—how good it’ll feel for me. How much I’ll love every second of it.">> [[Your breath quickens, your caged arousal straining helplessly as she speaks.|JessicaDate17][$p=9]] <<elseif $p eq 9>> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> shifts beside you, laying the dildo across her flat stomach. She looks down at it, then at you, her expression softening but still filled with wicked delight. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Masturbation3.jpg" height=500></div> <<Arousalincrease 30>><<Arousal>> <<JessicaTalk "Look at this, sweetheart. See how deep it’ll go? All the way here. And Daddy is even bigger.">> She taps the end of the dildo resting just below her belly button, her fingers tracing its length with exaggerated care. <<JessicaTalk "So much bigger than my little sissy and her little clit.">> You can’t tear your eyes away from the sight, the massive dildo dwarfs your caged clit in every way. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> calling your penis a clit just like <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> did, arouses you even more. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> shifts closer, pressing her warm body against yours, the contrast between her softness and the rigid toy leaving you even more vulnerable. <<MCTalk "Jessica… I can’t stop thinking about it. Seeing him with you… seeing you so happy, so satisfied… it’s all I want.">> Her smile widens, and she presses a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> pulls back from the kiss, her expression softening as she brushes a strand of hair from your flushed face. Her tone becomes tender, laced with care, even as her teasing smile lingers. <<JessicaTalk "Baby, I need to check in with you. Are you okay with all of this? All my teasing today? I know it’s been a lot, and I want to make sure you’re still enjoying it.">> Her eyes search yours, genuine concern mingling with her dominant energy. Your body trembles beneath her gaze, the cage pressing uncomfortably but thrillingly against you. [[Tell her you love it.|JessicaDate17][$p=10]] <<elseif $p eq 10>> <<MCTalk "Jessica… I… I’m loving it. I feel so… so good, even like this.">> Her grin widens, the spark of mischief returning to her eyes as she kisses you again, her lips lingering on yours before she pulls away. <<JessicaTalk "Good. I want my sissy girlfriend happy. And I love seeing you like this—so needy, so devoted.">> She sits up, straddling you briefly before shifting to her side of the bed. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> picks up the large black dildo again, her fingers caressing its length as her breathing deepens. Her gaze flicks to yours, smoldering with intent. <<JessicaTalk "Well then, baby… if you’re feeling so good, maybe you’ll like this even more.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> spreads her legs, her glistening arousal on full display as she positions the dildo against herself. Slowly, deliberately, she begins to push it inside, her lips parting in a low, sultry moan. <<JessicaTalk "Ohhh… Daddy…">> <<Arousalincrease 30>><<Arousal>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Masturbation4.jpg" height=500></div> Her voice is breathy, filled with longing, and her movements grow more urgent as she rocks her hips, the dildo disappearing deeper with each thrust. You lie beside her, captivated by the sight, the sounds of her pleasure filling the room and making your cage throb painfully. Unable to resist, your hands find their way to her breasts, cupping their softness as she moans louder, her back arching. <<JessicaTalk "That’s it, baby. Touch me. Worship me. Imagine it’s him… oh god, imagine it’s him inside me.">> Her words send a shiver through you, and you respond eagerly, your hands kneading her breasts, your lips brushing against her neck as she rides the toy with abandon. <<JessicaTalk "Mmm… so big… so perfect… just like it will be with him.">> Her cries grow louder, her body trembling as she nears her climax. You watch her in awe, utterly entranced, every sound, every movement further solidifying your submission and adoration for her. <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> moans grow louder, her body trembling as she rides the dildo with increasing intensity. [[Her hands grip the sheets tightly, her head tilting back as she gasps for breath.|JessicaDate17][$p=11]] <<elseif $p eq 11>> <<JessicaTalk "Oh god… oh god… it’s so deep… so good… oh, baby!">> Her hips buck wildly, and suddenly, her entire body tenses. A sharp cry escapes her lips as she reaches her peak, her arousal spilling over in a powerful squirting orgasm. The sheets beneath her are soaked as she collapses back onto the bed, her chest rising and falling as she catches her breath. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Masturbation5.jpg" height=500></div> <<Arousalincrease 30>><<Arousal>> You lie beside her, completely mesmerized, your cage throbbing painfully but your heart swelling with pride and love. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> turns her head to look at you, her face flushed and her smile soft. <<JessicaTalk "Mmm… that was incredible. Thank you for being such a good little sissy for me, baby.">> She presses a gentle kiss to your forehead before sitting up, grabbing the soaked sheets and the dildo. <<JessicaTalk "I’m going to clean up, okay? Just stay here and relax. I’ll be right back.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> slips off the bed, her body still glistening with the aftermath of her climax, and heads to the bathroom. You’re left lying there, your body aching with unfulfilled arousal, but your mind is filled with something else entirely—joy. You think about the look of pure ecstasy on <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> face, the sounds of her pleasure, and the knowledge that you played a part in making her feel that way. A small smile forms on your lips as you glance down at the cage. It’s a reminder of your submission—not just to <jessica>Jessica</jessica> but to <alexandra>Mistress Alexandra</alexandra> as well. The control she holds over you, the love and dominance she exerts, feels like a guiding force in your life. The idea of <jessica>Jessica</jessica> with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, seeing her truly satisfied, fills you with a strange mix of arousal and contentment. You close your eyes, letting out a soft sigh as you sink into the bed. [[The cage presses against you, a constant, unyielding reminder of who you are and what you’ve embraced.|JessicaDate17][$p=12]] <<elseif $p eq 12>> When <jessica>Jessica</jessica> returns from the bathroom, her hair slightly damp and her smile as radiant as ever, she climbs back into bed beside you. <<JessicaTalk "You were so good tonight, baby. I’m so proud of you.">> She snuggles close, her warmth and presence wrapping around you like a comforting blanket. Despite the ache of denial, you feel a deep sense of fulfillment. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> pulls you into her arms, her body warm and soft against yours. She’s still glowing from her orgasm, her breathing steady and relaxed as her fingers lazily trace circles on your chest. Her head rests on your shoulder, and for a moment, the room is quiet except for the sound of your breaths mingling. <<JessicaTalk "I love you so much, baby. You know that, right?">> Her voice is soft, almost fragile, as she looks up at you, her eyes shining with post-orgasm vulnerability. You nod, your heart swelling with affection. <<MCTalk "I love you too, Jessica. More than anything.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date49.jpg" height=500></div> She smiles, her fingers moving to brush a strand of hair from your face. <<JessicaTalk "You’re so perfect for me. You have no idea how much you mean to me, being my little sissy, my sweet cuck. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted.">> You feel a blush rise to your cheeks at her words, but there’s pride there too—knowing how much happiness you bring her. <<JessicaTalk "I’m the luckiest girl in the world, baby. I get to have all of it—the best of both worlds. Daddy, Mistress… and you. You’re the reason it all works, you know? Because you want this. Because you choose this for me.">> Her voice breaks slightly with emotion, and she presses a kiss to your cheek, her lips lingering. <<JessicaTalk "You give me everything I could ever need. You let me be with him, experience all this… while still being mine. Do you know how special that makes you?">> Tears prick the corners of your eyes as you turn to face her, your cage pressing gently against her thigh. <<MCTalk "Jessica… I just want you to be happy. That’s all that matters to me.">> She pulls you tighter against her, her body enveloping yours as she whispers in your ear. <<JessicaTalk "And you make me so, so happy, baby. I don’t just love you—I adore you. You’re my heart. My perfect little sissy. And I'm so happy you are having a good time with our Mistress.">> Her words wash over you like a warm tide, filling every corner of your mind with a deep, unshakable contentment. The ache of your denied arousal fades into the background as you hold her close, basking in her love and gratitude. The two of you stay like that, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside fading away. <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> breathing slows, her fingers still idly stroking your skin, and you feel the weight of her trust and affection settle over you like a blanket. <<JessicaTalk "I love you, baby. More than you’ll ever know.">> Her voice is a soft whisper, the words carrying the weight of her emotions. You close your eyes, letting her love envelop you, and in that moment, you feel complete. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> sighs contentedly, her fingers gently running through your hair as you both lay together. [[But the clock on her nightstand catches her eye, and she groans softly.|JessicaDate17][$p=13]] <<elseif $p eq 13>> <<JessicaTalk "It’s getting late, baby. I know you probably don’t want to go, but you should get home.">> Reluctantly, you nod, knowing she’s right. Jessica sits up first, the sheets slipping off her body as she stretches languidly. The sight is enough to make your caged frustration throb painfully, but you know there’s no release in sight. She glances over her shoulder, catching the look on your face, and grins wickedly. <<JessicaTalk "Aw, poor baby. All pent up and nowhere to go.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date82.jpg" height=500></div> You can only let out a shaky breath, your cheeks flushing as you sit up and reach for your clothes. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> dresses with an easy grace, her body still glowing from earlier. You follow suit, your hands fumbling slightly as you pull on your clothes over cage, wet with all the pre-cum, the sensation both grounding and humiliating. As you’re putting on your shoes, you muster the courage to ask. <<MCTalk "Jessica… next time… when you give Mr. Brown a blowjob… would you send me some photos?">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> pauses, turning to face you with a slow, teasing smile. She steps closer, her hands resting on your shoulders as she leans down, her lips just a breath away from yours. <<JessicaTalk "I would love to, baby. But only if Daddy allows me. You know how things work.">> Her words send a shiver through you, the reminder of Mr. Brown’s authority over her—and by extension, you—making your submission feel even deeper. She presses her lips to yours in a soft, lingering kiss, her hands cupping your face tenderly. It’s intimate and filled with emotion, a promise of more to come. When she pulls away, her eyes are soft, her voice low. <<JessicaTalk "Be a good girl for me, okay? I’ll see you soon.">> With a final squeeze of your hand, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> watches as you gather your things and head for the door. [[Walk Home.|JessicaDate17][$p=14]] <<elseif $p eq 14>> The cool night air hits your face as you step outside, your heart still racing from the evening. The cage presses uncomfortably as you walk home, but the ache is softened by a profound sense of fulfillment. <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> love, her joy, and the anticipation of what’s to come fill your thoughts, making the quiet streets feel almost tranquil. Though denied release, you’re not focused on what you didn’t get but on what you gained—a deeper connection with <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and a growing acceptance of your role. Her affection and pride in you radiated through every teasing word, every lingering touch, leaving you feeling cherished despite the frustration. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date62.jpg" height=500></div> As you near your street, memories of your <ophelia>mother's</ophelia> rejection creep into your mind—the way she dismissed your feminization, refusing to understand. That pain once left you feeling hollow and ashamed. But not tonight. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> loves you as you are. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> have not only accepted you but celebrate the role you’re stepping into. For the first time in your adult life, there’s no shame, no lingering doubts, no feelings of inadequacy—only the comfort of knowing you are enough. The cage pressing against you isn’t just a restraint—it’s a reminder of your submission and the care and guidance you now have. You smile softly, the thought of whatever <andre>Daddy</andre> and <alexandra>Mistress</alexandra> have planned filling you with anticipation. Reaching your door, you pause to take in the cool night air. You feel ready—ready to watch, to serve, and to embrace this new chapter with <jessica>Jessica</jessica> by your side. As you step inside and lock the door behind you, you know you’ve found your place. <<link[[Go to your Bedroom.|My Room]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $jessicaquest to 17>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 15>> <<MCTalk "Jessica… I think I’d rather not tonight. The cage is already so tight, and I don’t want to end up feeling too frustrated.">> Her expression softens further, her smile understanding as she leans in and presses a gentle kiss to your cheek. <<JessicaTalk "Of course, baby. I want you to be comfortable. No teasing tonight.">> She steps back, and the energy between you shifts slightly. There’s a moment of awkwardness as the atmosphere cools, the charged excitement settling into something quieter. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> fidgets slightly before speaking, her cheeks flushing. <<JessicaTalk "It’s just… I’m still really worked up, you know? I might need to… um, take care of myself. Really need my dildo now...">> Her meaning is clear, and though her words sting slightly, you nod, managing a small smile. <<MCTalk "That’s okay, Jessica. I understand. I’ll give you some space.">> She walks you to the door, her hand lingering on yours as you reach the exit. Her smile is warm, but there’s a spark of mischief in her eyes as she speaks. <<JessicaTalk "I’ll try to send you some photos next time I blow Mr. Brown, so you can enjoy them too.">> The thought makes your heart race, but all you can do is nod, murmuring a quiet goodbye before stepping out into the cool night air. [[Walk Home.|JessicaDate17][$p=16]] <<elseif $p eq 16>> The cool night air hits your face as you step outside, your heart still racing from the evening. The cage presses uncomfortably against you as you walk home, each step sending a sharp reminder of your arousal and denial. The ache is more than physical tonight; it’s a gnawing frustration that made you pull back from <jessica>Jessica’s</jessica> teasing. The cage feels tighter than ever, the unrelenting pressure making it impossible to focus on anything but your unmet desire. You can still hear Jessica’s moans in your mind, her words echoing in your thoughts. Yet, even as the memory excites you, the constant strain leaves you unable to embrace the moment fully. Despite the discomfort, there’s a strange comfort in knowing you made the right choice tonight. Having sexy times with <jessica>Jessica</jessica> might have brought her pleasure, but it would have pushed you past your limits. The decision to step back feels like an act of self-care, a way of protecting yourself from further frustration of the cage. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date62.jpg" height=500></div> As you near your street, memories of your <ophelia>mother's</ophelia> rejection creep into your mind—the way she dismissed your feminization, refusing to understand. That pain once left you feeling hollow and ashamed. But not tonight. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> loves you as you are, as tonight shows, she respects your boundaries. Her joy and excitement reminds you that this journey is worth every step. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> have not only accepted you but celebrate the role you’re stepping into. The cage pressing against you isn’t just a restraint—it’s a reminder of your submission and the care and guidance you now have. You smile softly, the thought of whatever <andre>Daddy</andre> and <alexandra>Mistress</alexandra> have planned filling you with anticipation. Reaching your door, you pause to take in the cool night air. You feel ready—ready to watch, to serve, and to embrace this new chapter with <jessica>Jessica</jessica> by your side. As you step inside and lock the door behind you, you know you’ve found your place. <<link[[Go to your Bedroom.|My Room]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $jessicaquest to 17>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> The photo club room buzzes with its usual mix of casual chatter and creative energy as everyone gathers. <ethan>Ethan</ethan> claps his hands to get the group’s attention, his authoritative yet approachable tone cutting through the conversations. <<EthanTalk "Alright, everyone. Beautiful day outside, so we're heading to the park again. Today, we're focusing on natural lighting—learning how to make the most of the sun and shadows to create stunning portraits. Grab your gear. Let’s move.">> The group files out, cameras and equipment in hand, walking the short distance to the nearby park. The late afternoon sun casts a golden glow across the area, and the trees sway gently in the breeze, their leaves adding texture to the warm light. <ethan>Ethan</ethan> leads you to a shaded spot near a small clearing, perfect for capturing dynamic contrasts between light and shadow. <<EthanTalk "Okay, let’s get started. Who’s up for being our first model? We’ll practice some portraits before diving into more complex compositions.">> There’s a pause as the group glances around, waiting for someone to step up. Then <jia>Jia</jia>, her cheeks slightly flushed but her expression determined, raises her hand. <<JiaTalk "I’ll do it. I’d like to give it a try.">> You turn to look at her, a little surprised by her boldness. <jia>Jia</jia>, who usually prefers to stay behind the lens, seems different today. She’s wearing a vibrant orange-pink top that flatters her red hair and green eyes, the warm tones complementing the natural scenery around her. Her posture is poised, though you can tell there’s a touch of nervousness in her movements. <<MCTalk "That’s awesome, Jia. You’ll do great.">> <ethan>Ethan</ethan> nods approvingly. <<EthanTalk "Great. Jia, step over here. Everyone else, find your angles, and let’s start with some simple portrait shots. Pay attention to how the sunlight interacts with her features—what works and what doesn’t.">> <jia>Jia</jia> steps into the clearing, her hands brushing against her top as she adjusts it slightly. She turns toward the group, her smile tentative but genuine. <<EthanTalk "Relax your shoulders, Jia. Just be yourself. Confidence is key, even when you’re nervous.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Jia Normal16.jpg" width=500></div> She inhales deeply, visibly trying to channel that advice. The light dances across her features, highlighting the fiery tones in her hair and the depth of her green eyes. You can’t help but admire how natural she looks, even in her first moments as a model. As you and the others begin adjusting your cameras, ready to capture her from different angles, <jia>Jia</jia> glances briefly toward you and <liya>Liya</liya>. She smiles softly, as if silently affirming that this is for more than just the club—it’s for her and <liya>Liya's</liya> journey together. <ethan>Ethan</ethan> steps back, giving everyone space to find their shots. <<EthanTalk "Alright, let’s see what you’ve got. Don’t be afraid to experiment with the lighting and composition.">> [[The session begins, and Jia starts to relax, the nervous energy transforming into something confident and radiant.|PhotoClub9][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> <<EthanTalk "Relax your shoulders, Jia. Just be yourself. Confidence is key, even when you’re nervous.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Jia Normal15.jpg" width=500></div> <jia>Jia</jia> nods, taking another deep breath. She lifts her chin slightly, letting the sunlight frame her face, and offers a soft smile directly at the cameras. It’s a simple, straightforward pose, but it radiates warmth and sincerity. You click the shutter, noticing how naturally the light highlights her freckles and the fiery tones in her red hair. <<MCTalk "That’s perfect, Jia! You look amazing.">> Her smile grows a little wider at your words, the encouragement clearly bolstering her confidence. Next, she brushes her hair back behind one ear, a small, thoughtful gesture that feels candid and natural. The movement catches the light, making her red locks shimmer. Her green eyes sparkle as she glances toward the cameras, the soft curve of her smile adding a touch of playfulness to the pose. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Jia Normal14.jpg" width=500></div> <<LiyaTalk "Wow, babe, you’re a natural! Keep going!">> <jia>Jia's</jia> cheeks flush slightly at <liya>Liya's</liya> words, but her confidence seems to deepen. For her final pose, she tilts her head to one side, resting her fingertips lightly against her jawline. The gesture feels both feminine and poised, her expression serene yet inviting. The pose frames her face beautifully, and you can tell from the quiet focus of the group that everyone is captivated. <<EthanTalk "Nice work, Jia. You’re hitting some great angles.">> <liya>Liya</liya> claps her hands together, grinning broadly. <<LiyaTalk "I told you you’d be amazing! Look at you. You’re glowing.">> You echo their sentiments, genuinely impressed. <<MCTalk "You really stepped up, Jia. These shots are going to turn out fantastic.">> <jia>Jia</jia> glances at you, her smile softening into something more personal. <<JiaTalk "Thanks, guys. That means a lot.">> But as you all share your excitement, you can’t help but notice <eve>Eve</eve> standing off to the side, silent. Her arms are crossed, and her expression is unreadable as she watches <jia>Jia</jia>. While <ethan>Ethan</ethan> and <liya>Liya</liya> continue to encourage <jia>Jia</jia>, <eve>Eve</eve> doesn’t say a word, her silence hanging noticeably in the air. [[It is Eve's turn!|PhotoClub9][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> <eve>Eve</eve> steps forward, her confidence practically radiating as she takes the spotlight. Her orange slit dress catches the sunlight, the fabric shimmering slightly with her every movement. The high slit reveals just enough of her toned legs to catch attention without crossing into overt sensuality, and she carries herself with a practiced grace that commands the group’s focus. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Eve16.jpg" height=500></div> She sits delicately on a wooden park bench, her posture composed and elegant. With her legs angled to the side, she folds her hands neatly in her lap, tilting her head down slightly before lifting her gaze toward the cameras. Her expression is soft, almost shy, but there’s a glimmer in her eyes that adds a layer of subtle allure. <<EthanTalk "That’s fantastic, Eve. You’ve really nailed the balance of innocence and intrigue here.">> You glance at <jia>Jia</jia>, whose earlier confidence falters just slightly, though she hides it well behind a supportive smile. <liya>Liya's</liya> expression, however, is harder to read—there’s a stiffness in her posture as she watches <eve>Eve</eve>, her jaw tightening ever so slightly. [[For her next pose, Eve shifts her body, drawing more attention to her figure.|PhotoClub9][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> She reclines slightly on the bench, propping herself up on one arm while keeping her legs together and angled. The slit in her dress reveals more of her thighs, but the pose remains elegant rather than overt. Her free hand trails lightly along the curve of her waist, emphasizing the hourglass silhouette of the dress. She tilts her head back slightly, letting her hair cascade over one shoulder, and her soft smile deepens into something more knowingly seductive. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Eve15.jpg" height=600></div> <<EthanTalk "Perfect. That’s exactly what I’m looking for. Hold that—yes, right there!">> His enthusiasm is palpable, his tone far more animated than when he’d guided <jia>Jia</jia>. The contrast isn’t lost on anyone, least of all <liya>Liya</liya>, whose subtle frown deepens as her gaze lingers on <eve>Eve’s</eve> pose. As you snap photos, you start to notice the tension building in <liya>Liya</liya>. Her usual bubbly demeanor is replaced by something quieter, more brooding. She’s watching <eve>Eve</eve> with a mixture of admiration and unease, her eyes darting between <ethan>Ethan's</ethan> obvious praise and <eve>Eve’s</eve> composed, professional presence. It’s clear that <eve>Eve’s</eve> natural sex appeal and polished posing are striking a nerve, stirring something in <liya>Liya</liya> that she might not even fully understand herself. <eve>Eve’s</eve> confidence takes another leap as she adjusts her pose for the final shot. Sitting upright on the bench, she reaches down and casually pulls up the hem of her orange slit dress. The fabric rises significantly, exposing nearly all of her long, shapely legs. Her radiant smile is both playful and undeniably seductive, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint as she tilts her head toward the cameras. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Eve17.jpg" height=600></div> The pose is calculated, bold, and utterly captivating. Her legs are the centerpiece of the shot, crossed just slightly to maintain elegance but still flaunting her skin. It’s a daring move, and the group can’t help but be drawn in. Even you, snapping away with the camera, feel the magnetic pull of her presence. <ethan>Ethan</ethan> steps forward, practically beaming. <<EthanTalk "Incredible, Eve. That’s exactly the kind of energy that turns heads. You’re owning it.">> His words are laced with genuine admiration, and <eve>Eve’s</eve> smile widens in response. [[She’s basking in his praise, clearly aware of the effect she’s having.|PhotoClub9][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> As the session winds down, <ethan>Ethan</ethan> claps his hands together, signaling the end. <<EthanTalk "Great work today, everyone! We captured some incredible shots. Let's pack up and head back.">> The group begins gathering their gear, chatting enthusiastically about the day's shoot. <eve>Eve's</eve> laughter rings out as <ethan>Ethan</ethan> shows her some preview shots, their conversation animated and cheerful. <liya>Liya's</liya> gaze flickers toward them, her lips pressing into a thin line. The jealousy that had simmered earlier now threatens to bubble over. You notice <liya>Liya's</liya> clenched jaw and subtle frown. Before you can say anything, <jia>Jia</jia> steps in, brushing her fingers lightly against <liya>Liya's</liya> hand. <<JiaTalk "Hey... forget about them. Look at me.">> Her voice is soft yet steady, drawing <liya>Liya's</liya> attention away from <eve>Eve</eve>. <liya>Liya</liya> blinks, momentarily caught off guard by Jia's calm yet commanding tone. <<LiyaTalk "Jia, I... It's just... She always steals the spotlight, you know? And Ethan eats it up.">> <jia>Jia's</jia> lips curl into a small, knowing smile. <<JiaTalk "Maybe. But today wasn’t about Eve. It was about us. You helped me find my confidence out there. That's what I'll remember—not her.">> <liya>Liya's</liya> tense expression softens. She exhales, her shoulders relaxing. <<LiyaTalk "You're right. You were incredible, babe. I'm so proud of you.">> Jia squeezes her hand, her green eyes gleaming with renewed confidence. <<JiaTalk "Thanks. And hey—maybe we should do a shoot together next time. A real showstopper. Let's own that spotlight together.">> Liya's face lights up, the jealousy fading into genuine excitement. <<LiyaTalk "Hell yes! That would be amazing. We'd slay.">> <jia>Jia</jia> grins, her playful energy contagious. The rest of the group notices their infectious energy, and even <ethan>Ethan</ethan> glances over with a grin. <<EthanTalk "I think we just found our next dynamic duo for the club.">> As you watch <jia>Jia</jia> and <liya>Liya</liya> share this moment, it's clear that today's session was more than just a photoshoot—it was a turning point. <jia>Jia</jia> has stepped out of her comfort zone, pulling <liya>Liya</liya> back from the shadows of jealousy. Together, they've found a way forward, as a couple who supports and uplifts each other. [[You all pack up and return to the club, but the energy of this moment lingers, a spark for future shoots and memories.|PhotoClub9][$p=6]] <<elseif $p eq 6>> <<if $LiyaLove gte 3>> As the others drift ahead, <liya>Liya</liya> catches your arm, pulling you aside. Her fingers linger on your sleeve, her usual bold energy momentarily replaced by something softer. <<LiyaTalk "Wait a sec.">> <jia>Jia</jia> glances back but waves with a knowing smile before walking ahead. <liya>Liya</liya> exhales, her voice quieter than usual. <<LiyaTalk "I just wanted to say... thanks for what you did today. You got Jia to believe in herself in a way I couldn’t. That means a lot more than you know.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Liya20.jpg" height=600></div> Her gaze flickers down for a second, as if she's debating something. Then, without warning, she leans in and presses a lingering kiss to your cheek, her lips grazing dangerously close to the corner of your mouth. The warmth of her breath lingers, sending a jolt through your body. She smiles faintly, brushing her fingers over your arm before stepping back. <<LiyaTalk "See you soon, $femname.">> <<else>> As the group disperses, <liya>Liya</liya> tugs your sleeve and gestures for you to hang back. <jia>Jia</jia> shoots her a curious look but smiles before walking ahead. <liya>Liya's</liya> expression softens as she faces you. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Liya20.jpg" height=600></div> <<LiyaTalk "Hey, thanks for what you did for Jia. I know it wasn’t easy for her, but you helped her see herself differently. That means a lot.">> Her sincerity catches you off guard. Before you can respond, she leans in and presses a lingering kiss to your cheek. Her lips are warm, the contact just shy of affectionate but long enough to leave you breathless. When she pulls back, her dark eyes gleam with mischief. <<LiyaTalk "You're all right, $femname. Don't let it get to your head.">> With a playful wink, she spins around and joins <jia>Jia</jia>, leaving you standing there, heart racing as you watch them walk off together. <</if>> As Liya rejoins <jia>Jia</jia>, you stand there for a moment, trying to process the lingering sensation of her lips on your skin. The day had been filled with unexpected turns, and this was just another one to file away. <<link[[Leave the Club.|City]]>><<set $photoquest to 10>><<set $p to 1>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $claraquest to 19>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> You step into the living room, and the sight catches you completely off guard. On the large TV screen, a provocative porn montage plays. You blink, stunned. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/TV/BBCPMV.mp4"/></div> <clara>Clara</clara> is sprawled out on the sofa, a shot glass in hand and a nearly empty bottle of tequila on the coffee table. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes glassy with a tipsy, carefree glow. Her gaze snaps to you as you hesitate in the doorway. <<ClaraTalk "There’s my favorite white boy. Come here, watch with me!">> Her tone is warm and playful, but there’s a slurred edge that makes it clear she’s had more than a few drinks. <<MCTalk "Clara, are you… okay?">> She waves you off with a lazy hand, setting her shot glass down with a clink. <<ClaraTalk "I’m more than okay! It’s Monday night, and I’m having fun. Don’t leave me hanging—come sit.">> You glance at the screen again, then back at her, feeling your face heat up. <<MCTalk "Uh, I think I’ll just head to my room.">> You start to turn, but <clara>Clara</clara> springs up from the couch with surprising energy for someone so tipsy. She stumbles slightly, catching herself on the edge of the coffee table, then closes the distance between you in a few steps. <<ClaraTalk "Oh, no, you don’t!">> Before you can react, she grabs your hand, her grip surprisingly firm. Her enthusiasm is hard to resist, even as you try to gently pull away. <<MCTalk "Clara, seriously—">> <<ClaraTalk "Seriously, you’re sitting with me. No excuses!">> She tugs you toward the sofa, and you relent, not wanting to cause a scene. She plops down first, pulling you down beside her. The leather of the couch is warm from where she’s been sitting. [[You are seated next to Clara.|Clara Night15][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> <clara>Clara</clara> leans in close, her breath carrying the sharp scent of tequila. She grins, her expression equal parts mischievous and inviting. <<ClaraTalk "See? It’s fun. Just relax, $femname. It’s just us.">> You glance at the screen again, uncomfortable but unsure how to disengage without upsetting her. <clara>Clara</clara> seems utterly at ease, her hand lightly brushing against yours as she reaches for the bottle to pour another shot. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/TV/BBCPMV2.mp4"/></div> The TV hums in the background, its provocative montage lighting up the dim living room. <clara>Clara</clara> leans back, tipsy, the edges of her grin sharp with amusement. She swirls her drink lazily, her eyes locking onto yours. <<ClaraTalk "You know, this kind of thing… I’ve seen you into it before.">> Your throat tightens. <<MCTalk "What are you talking about?">> She chuckles, leaning closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. <<ClaraTalk "Oh, don’t play dumb. Remember last week? I walked in, and there you were, glued to your laptop, headphones in, looking at big black cocks.">> Your cheeks burn as the memory crashes over you. You’d been sure she didn’t see anything—or at least, that she wouldn’t bring it up. <<MCTalk "I was just—">> <<ClaraTalk "Uh-huh. Just… researching? Watching for the plot?">> Her teasing is relentless, her grin growing as you shift uncomfortably on the couch. <<ClaraTalk "It’s fine, really. I get it. Honestly, I think you like these videos as much as I do. Maybe even more.">> Her words hit like a hammer, and you struggle to find a response, your face heating up. <<MCTalk "Clara, can we not—">> But before you can finish, her expression shifts. The playful glint in her eyes softens, and her grin fades into something more subdued. <<ClaraTalk "Hey… I’m sorry.">> [[The sudden change in tone catches you off guard.|Clara Night15][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> <<MCTalk "What? What for?">> <clara>Clara</clara> sets her drink aside and leans in, pulling you into an unsteady hug. Her arms are warm and heavy, and her voice is thick with emotion. <<ClaraTalk "I’m sorry for teasing you so much. I mean, I don’t stop, do I? And it’s not fair.">> You sit there, stunned, as she clings to you. <<MCTalk "Clara, it’s okay. Really.">> She pulls back slightly, her hands still gripping your shoulders, her eyes glassy. <<ClaraTalk "No, it’s not. And I know I wasn’t nice about… you liking me back in high school. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.">> Her words are a drunken tumble, but the sincerity in them is clear. <<ClaraTalk "You’re such a good friend, you know that? And I don’t say it enough. I do like you. Just… as a friend. You’re so sweet, and you deserve someone amazing. I hope you are really happy with Jessica.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Clara18.jpg" height=500></div> The familiar sting of her words hits, but you nod, swallowing the lump in your throat. <<MCTalk "Thanks, Clara. That means a lot.">> She sighs, leaning back on the couch, her hand brushing through her hair as she bites her lip. Then, as if unable to hold it in, she blurts out: <<ClaraTalk "If you weren’t a white boy with a tiny pecker, things could be different, you know?">> Her cheeks flush as soon as the words escape, but she doesn’t take them back. <clara>Clara's</clara> words hang in the air, her cheeks flushed a deeper red from both alcohol and embarrassment. She looks at you with a wobbly grin, her emotions an unpredictable mix of sincerity and impulsiveness. <<ClaraTalk "You know what? I’ve teased you enough. It’s only fair I make it up to you.">> You blink, unsure if you heard her correctly. <<MCTalk "What are you talking about?">> <clara>Clara</clara> leans back on the couch, her movements loose and uncoordinated. She gestures at the TV, then back at you, her grin widening. <<ClaraTalk "I mean, come on! You’re so worked up. All this teasing, all these… these cocks.">> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/TV/BBCPMV3.mp4"/></div> She hiccups softly, her gaze steady on you despite the alcohol blurring her edges. <<ClaraTalk "I’ll let you… you know, have a look. Maybe… even… do something about it.">> Your heart skips a beat, her words crashing into you like a tidal wave. <<MCTalk "Clara, you don’t have to—">> [[She looks at you with lusty eyes.|Clara Night15][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> <<ClaraTalk "No, no. I want to. It’s fair, right? You’ve been such a good sport, and I’ve been such a… such a jerk. This’ll make it even.">> She grabs the hem of her tank top, her fingers fumbling for a moment before she pulls it down. You freeze, your breath catching as her small, pert breasts come into view. <<ClaraTalk "There. See? No big deal.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Clara20.jpg" height=500></div> <<Arousalincrease 30>><<Arousal>> She sits back down beside you, her bare skin brushing against your arm as she turns to face you fully. <<ClaraTalk "Go on. It’s fine. Get it out of your system. I don’t mind.">> Your face burns as your eyes flicker between her face and the exposed skin she’s so casually displaying. You try to focus on anything else—the TV, the tequila bottle, the way the leather couch creaks beneath you—but the growing heat in your chest and the tightness in your cage make it impossible. <<MCTalk "Clara, I… I can’t.">> Her brows knit together, her expression confused. <<ClaraTalk "Why not? I won't tell Jessica if that worries you.">> <<MCTalk "It’s not that. I just… I can’t. Come on you are drunk, let's get you to bed so you can sleep.">> The weight of your secret presses down on you, your locked state now a cruel irony in the face of <clara>Clara's</clara> drunken generosity. Your heart pounds in your chest as <clara>Clara's</clara> confused expression morphs into something more mischievous. She leans back slightly, her flushed face lit by the flickering glow of the TV. <<ClaraTalk "Can’t, huh?">> Her tone is teasing, laced with drunken amusement. She removes her top fully then glances at the TV screen, then back at you, her lips curling into a sly smile. <<ClaraTalk "You sure about that?">> [[You cannot answer before she does something crazier.|Clara Night15][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Clara21.jpg" height=500></div>Before you can respond, she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her jean shorts. With a deliberate, unsteady movement, she starts to slide them down her hips, just enough to reveal the curve of her thong. <<ClaraTalk "Come on. Jerk off your little dick to me. You know you want to.">> Her words hit like a slap, your face going red-hot as your stomach twists. The tightness in your cage feels unbearable now, your body betraying your efforts to keep your composure. <<MCTalk "Clara, stop. You’re drunk. Let’s just—">> She cuts you off with a playful laugh, ignoring your protest. <<ClaraTalk "Drunk or not, I know what I’m doing. You’ve been drooling over me since high school. Now’s your chance.">> <clara>Clara</clara> turns around on the sofa, her back to you. She tugs her shorts down a bit more, fully revealing the thin fabric of her thong and the curves of her hips. She glances back at you over her shoulder, her smirk deepening. <<ClaraTalk "Come on, you can’t resist this. Look at it.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Clara19.jpg" height=500></div> <<Arousalincrease 30>><<Arousal>> Her words echo in your ears, her movements slow and deliberate, designed to taunt you further. You can’t help but stare, the mix of arousal and shame swirling in your chest. <<MCTalk "Clara, please…">> Your voice is barely above a whisper, trembling with the weight of the situation. She doesn’t seem to hear you—or maybe she doesn’t care. She shifts her hips slightly, her thong riding up as she poses, her drunken boldness knowing no bounds. <<ClaraTalk "Come on... I want to make you cum. After denying you for years… I owe you that much, don’t I?">> The words hit you like a punch to the gut. Your chest tightens, and the weight of her drunken confession settles heavily between you. Her tone isn’t just teasing anymore—it’s tinged with guilt and something almost tender, as though she’s trying to reconcile her past rejection with the moment now. You take a shaky step back, your heart pounding in your ears. <<MCTalk "Clara, you don’t owe me anything. This isn’t…">> You falter, the words getting caught in your throat. Her eyes meet yours, wide and glassy, and for a moment, she seems to truly see you through the haze of alcohol. She straightens up, her movements unsteady as she tugs at her shorts, adjusting them slightly without fully pulling them back up. Her hands fall to her sides, and she stumbles forward a step, her expression caught somewhere between frustration and regret. <<ClaraTalk "I just…">> [[She pauses, biting her lip, her voice thick with emotion.|Clara Night15][$p=6]] <<elseif $p eq 6>> <<ClaraTalk "You’re such a good guy or a good girl, anyhow... And I’ve been such a bitch to you. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because… you’re always there, and I’ve taken it for granted.">> The admission hangs in the air, raw and unguarded. She sways slightly, catching herself on the armrest of the sofa. <<MCTalk "Clara, you’re drunk. Let’s get you to bed, okay? We can talk about this tomorrow.">> You take a tentative step toward her, but she shakes her head, her smile returning, though it’s tinged with sadness now. <<ClaraTalk "Always the gentleman, huh? That’s why I like you, you know? Even if you’re not…">> Her words trail off, the sentence unfinished but heavy with implication. You reach out to steady her as she wavers on her feet. <<MCTalk "Come on, Clara. Let’s get you some water and call it a night.">> She doesn’t resist as you guide her toward the sofa, her energy finally beginning to wane. She sinks into the cushions, her head leaning back as she exhales a shaky breath. <<ClaraTalk "You’re too good for me, you know that?">> Her voice is barely a whisper now, her eyes fluttering shut. You stand there for a moment, watching her as the tension in the room slowly dissipates. The weight of her words lingers, but the rhythmic sound of her breathing tells you she’s finally starting to drift off. You pull a blanket from the back of the couch and drape it over her, careful not to disturb her. <<MCTalk "Goodnight, Clara.">> Her only response is a soft murmur, unintelligible but peaceful. You turn off the TV, the sudden silence almost deafening, and retreat to your bedroom, locking the door behind you. [[You are in your room, horny with the night's events.|Clara Night15][$p=7]] <<elseif $p eq 7>> As you lean against the door, the events of the night replay in your mind, leaving you more conflicted than ever. The memory of <clara>Clara's</clara> words, her teasing, her vulnerability—all of it—swirls together, refusing to let you rest. You climb into your bed, still reeling from the whirlwind of emotions <clara>Clara</clara> stirred up. Hoping for some comfort, you grab your phone and text <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. <<MCTalk "Hey, babe. Crazy night over here. Wish you were with me.">> Her response comes almost immediately, the familiar ping of her message bringing a small smile to your face. <<JessicaTalk "Hey, babe! Crazy night for me too, but in a good way. Miss you.">> <<MCTalk "Miss you too. Tonight’s been… something else. I’ll tell you later. What’s been so crazy for you?">> Her reply comes with a playful undertone that makes your heart skip a beat. <<JessicaTalk "You’ll never guess. After we wrapped up at the office, Mr. Brown and I had a little… moment.">> You stare at the screen, your stomach tightening as you type. <<MCTalk "What do you mean?">> The typing indicator flashes for a moment before her next message arrives. <<JessicaTalk "Well, we finished going over some case files, and it was just us there, talking. One thing led to another, and… I gave him a blowjob. Right there in his office.">> Your breath catches in your throat. <<MCTalk "Wait… what? In the office?">> The typing indicator appears again, and your chest tightens as you await her response. <<JessicaTalk "I know! It’s wild, right? But it felt so natural. He was so confident, so… commanding. I couldn’t help myself.">> You feel a swirl of emotions—shock, arousal, and an almost dizzying sense of inadequacy. <<MCTalk "That’s… intense.">> Your cage feels impossibly tight, and you shift uncomfortably in bed, her words hitting you harder than you expected. Your fingers hover over the keyboard for a moment before you muster the courage to ask. <<MCTalk "Did you… did you take a photo?">> There’s a pause. The typing indicator flashes briefly, then disappears. Your heart races as you wait, your mind spinning with the possibilities. [[Finally, her response arrives.|Clara Night15][$p=8]] <<elseif $p eq 8>> <<JessicaTalk "Oh, babe… I didn’t. I’m so sorry.">> You bite your lip, a mix of disappointment and arousal bubbling up inside you. <<MCTalk "I thought we agreed you’d try to send me something if you could.">> <<JessicaTalk "I know, I know! I wanted to, but… I completely forgot.">> The typing indicator appears again before her next message comes through. <<JessicaTalk "It’s just… being on my knees in front of him, feeling his presence, his confidence, his size—I couldn’t think about anything else.">> Her words make your breath hitch. You shift uncomfortably, the tightness of your cage more apparent than ever. <<MCTalk "I get it, I guess.">> <<JessicaTalk "You don’t understand, babe. His cock is so big—nothing like yours. You saw it too, you know... I can’t even wrap my fingers around it properly. I was so focused on getting it right, on making him feel good.">> You swallow hard, her words hitting you like a tidal wave of humiliation and arousal. <<JessicaTalk "I kept looking up at him, seeing the way he towered over me. His muscles, his control—it was… overwhelming. I just wanted to please him.">> You hesitate, your fingers trembling over the keyboard. <<MCTalk "It sounds like he really… has an effect on you.">> <<JessicaTalk "He does. But don’t think I’ve forgotten about you.">> Before you can reply, your phone pings again. A photo message. You hesitate for a moment, your breath catching in your throat as you tap to open it. The image fills your screen: <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> flushed face, her tongue playfully out. A small smear of semen glistens on her lips, with a tiny bit still visible on the tip of her tongue. Her eyes are sparkling, her expression radiating a mix of teasing and pride. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/JessicaPhoto6.jpg" height=500></div> <<Arousalincrease 40>><<Arousal>> Your body reacts instantly, heat surging through you as the tightness in your cage becomes almost unbearable. <<MCTalk "Wow… You look… amazing.">> <<JessicaTalk "I thought you’d like it. I remembered what we talked about and wanted to send you something special.">> Your heart swells with a mix of arousal and gratitude, though there’s a pang of disappointment as you realize the photo doesn’t include <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. <<MCTalk "I love it. Thank you. I just… I kinda hoped I’d get to see you in action.">> <<JessicaTalk "I know, babe. Next time, I promise. I was just so caught up in the moment, but I’ll do better for you.">> <<JessicaTalk "It’s been such a long day, though. My jaw is so tired.">> You catch her playful tone, the implication behind her words making your breath hitch. <<MCTalk "Oh… yeah, I can imagine.">> <<JessicaTalk "But it was worth it. I loved every second, and I know Daddy did too.">> Your chest tightens at her use of the word, the power dynamics of her and <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> relationship underscored in just a single, teasing phrase. <<JessicaTalk "I love you, babe. And I’m glad you’re enjoying all this. It makes me feel closer to you, like we’re sharing something unique.">> <<MCTalk "I love you too. I’m glad you sent this. It means a lot.">> <<JessicaTalk "Goodnight, love. Sweet dreams.">> <<MCTalk "Goodnight, Jess.">> [[Set your phone down.|Clara Night15][$p=9]] <<elseif $p eq 9>> You set your phone down, your thoughts swirling in a chaotic mix of arousal, frustration, and helplessness. The dim glow of your room feels oppressive, the events of the night replaying over and over in your mind. The teasing from <clara>Clara</clara>, <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> news, and the intimate photo—all of it leaves you teetering on the edge of overwhelming desire. Yet, the cage remains unyielding, a constant reminder of your denied release. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/MCBed3.jpg" height=500></div> As you pull the covers over yourself and try to settle your racing thoughts, a faint sound catches your attention. It’s distant at first, almost imperceptible, but as you focus, it becomes clearer—a muffled beat, rhythmic and unmistakable. Music. You strain your ears, realizing it’s coming from the living room. The bassline thumps steadily, and the faint sound of a woman’s sultry voice drifts through the walls. Your chest tightens as a thought occurs to you: Is <clara>Clara</clara> awake? Watching that video again? <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DaydreamClara3.jpg" height=500></div> The idea sends a fresh wave of tension through your body. You recall the explicit visuals from earlier, the way <clara>Clara</clara> had casually dismissed your protests, her drunken confidence lighting up the room. Now, the possibility that she’s indulging in it once more stirs a complicated mix of emotions—curiosity, arousal, and a gnawing sense of unease. You bite your lip, the dilemma pressing down on you. The rational part of you knows you should stay put, let <clara>Clara</clara> have her moment and deal with it in the morning. But another part, the one that can’t shake the memory of her teasing smile and the curve of her body, urges you to check on her. The music grows a little louder, the beat seeming to sync with the pounding of your heart. <<link[[Try to go to sleep.|Sleep]]>><<set $p eq 1>><<set $claraquest to 20>><</link>> <<link[[Check on Clara.|Clara Night15]]>><<set $p to 10>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 10>> You step out of your room, drawn by the persistent sound of music filtering through the quiet apartment. The closer you get to the living room, the more vivid the beat becomes, accompanied by faint moans and the unmistakable rhythm of an explicit video. Your heart races as you approach the doorway, a sense of unease mingling with a growing curiosity. You hesitate for a moment, the rational part of your mind urging you to turn back, but the allure of knowing what <clara>Clara</clara> is doing pulls you forward. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Clara22.jpg" height=500></div> <<Arousalincrease 30>><<Arousal>> Peering cautiously through the crack in the door, you freeze. <clara>Clara</clara> is sprawled out on the sofa, completely naked, her body illuminated by the glow of the TV. Her hand moves rhythmically between her legs, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over her clitoris, while her other hand teases her nipple, rolling it between her fingers. Her head is tilted back, her lips parted, lost in her own world of pleasure. Your eyes dart to the TV, where the screen displays an explicit PMV montage. Dark-skinned men with massive cocks dominate the footage, their size exaggerated by the camera angles. The imagery is unapologetically focused on their powerful presence, an ode to dominance and desire. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Home/TV/BBCPMV2.mp4"/></div> Your body reacts instantly, a flood of heat rushing through you as the tightness in your cage becomes unbearable. The teasing from earlier—the memory of <clara>Clara's</clara> thong, <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> confessions, and now this—compounds into a crescendo of arousal and frustration. You swallow hard, your breathing shallow, as you feel trapped in your own body, unable to do anything about the growing pressure. <mc><i>What am I doing?</i></mc> The thought cuts through the haze of emotions. You feel a pang of guilt for invading <clara>Clara's</clara> privacy, for letting yourself get caught up in this moment. You take a step back, careful not to make a sound, and retreat to your bedroom, heart pounding. Back in the safety of your bed, you bury your face in your pillow, trying to shut out the overwhelming sensations flooding your mind. The sound of the music still faintly reaches your ears, each beat a reminder of what you just witnessed. You feel powerless, trapped by the cage and by your own desires, teased relentlessly by the women in your life, and left with no outlet. <<link[[Try to go to sleep.|Sleep]]>><<set $p eq 1>><<set $claraquest to 20>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> <<MCTalk "Hey Jess, just wondering when you’ll be done. Miss you.">> The minutes stretch on as you wait for a response, your stomach twisting with a mixture of nervousness and hope. You stare at the screen, willing it to light up, every passing second amplifying the ache in your chest. For more than a month, Wednesday evenings have been sacred—a time just for you and <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. This is the first time you’re not spending it together, and the emptiness gnaws at you. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/MCPhoneBed.jpg" height="400"></div> Finally, your phone buzzes, and you swipe it open eagerly, your heart skipping at the sight of her name. <<JessicaTalk "Hey babe, we’re still working on this merger meeting with Mr. Brown. I don’t know when it’ll end. I’m really sorry 😔. I miss you too!">> Her words hit you like a cold breeze, the apology and the sad emoji doing little to soothe the sinking feeling in your stomach. You place the phone face-down on the couch, your mind racing. Of course, you’re not mad at her—you couldn’t be—but it still hurts. The routine you’ve built together feels disrupted, and you’re left fumbling for something to hold onto. <mc><i>I guess I should have guessed she could skip dates when I signed that agreement...</i></mc> You curl up slightly, the faint pressure of the cage a constant reminder of your vulnerability and frustration. <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> absence feels like a void tonight, one that you can’t fill on your own. Your fingers twitch toward your phone again. There’s someone else who could distract you, someone who might take your mind off things in her own unique way. Opening the chat with <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, you hesitate for a moment, biting your lip before typing out a message. <<MCTalk "Hi Mistress... are you busy?">> You send it quickly, your thumb hovering over the screen as a mix of nervousness and anticipation bubbles up inside you. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> always knows how to comfort you, how to make you feel protected. You take a deep breath and wait, the silence in the room amplifying the sound of your heart beating in your ears. [[Wait for a message from Alexandra.|JessicaDate18][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> Minutes pass, and your phone vibrates softly on the couch. You grab it, your heart leaping at her name on the screen. <<AlexandraTalk "Busy at the hotel, sweet thing. Is everything okay?">> You hesitate, not wanting to sound needy or complain about something so trivial. Instead, you force neutrality into your reply, typing carefully. <<MCTalk "Yes, Mistress, everything is fine. I just wanted to say hi.">> You hit send, but even through the screen, it feels like <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> can see through you. Moments later, another message arrives. <<AlexandraTalk "You sure? You sound a little down. Here, let me cheer you up. 😊">> Before you can respond, another notification comes through—a photo. Your breath catches as you open it. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> smiling face fills the screen, her expression warm and inviting. But your eyes can’t help but linger on the plunging neckline of her black top, the curve of her cleavage stealing your attention. She knows exactly what she’s doing, and the heat that rises in your cheeks confirms she’s succeeded. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/AlexandraPhoto7.jpg" height=500></div> Your little locked clit twitches desperately against the confines of the cage, a futile attempt to react to the mix of admiration and arousal surging through you. You can’t help but smile, the heaviness in your chest lifting just a little. <<MCTalk "Thank you, Mistress. That made me smile.">> You send the message with a warm blush, feeling grateful and just a bit teased by her. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> always knows how to pull you back when you feel adrift, even with something as simple as a picture. How to spend the evening... <<link[[Go take a bubble bath.|JessicaDate18]]>><<set $p to 3>><<set $jessicadatefirstchoice to 1>><</link>> <<link[[Check out Swiftgram to kill time.|JessicaDate18]]>><<set $p to 3>><<set $jessicadatefirstchoice to 2>><</link>> <<link[[Check out Zara Hentai.|JessicaDate18]]>><<set $p to 3>><<set $jessicadatefirstchoice to 3>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 3>> <<if $jessicadatefirstchoice eq 1>> The bathroom is dimly lit, soft light from a single candle flickering against the tiled walls. The faint scent of lavender and vanilla wafts through the air as steam rises from the bathtub, the water glistening with swirls of foam. You wrap your arms around yourself, letting out a small sigh. It’s been a long day, and this feels like the perfect way to unwind—a moment just for you. Carefully, you undress, your fingers lingering on the edges of your outfit. The stockings peel off with a soft whisper of fabric against your skin, the cool air brushing over your bare legs and making you shiver slightly. When your hands reach the chastity cage, your gaze drops, and a familiar warmth creeps over your cheeks. It sits snugly, as it always does—a constant reminder of your submission, a source of frustration, and, in moments like this, an undeniable spark of arousal. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/MCBath2.jpg" height="400"></div> Stepping into the tub slowly, the warm water laps at your ankles, then your calves, before it envelops you entirely as you sink in with a contented sigh. The heat immediately soothes your muscles, but the water’s gentle pressure also makes you hyper-aware of the cage’s presence. Every subtle movement sends ripples of sensation through your body, amplifying the tension that’s been simmering beneath the surface all day. Leaning back, you rest your head against the edge of the tub and close your eyes. Your mind begins to drift, and unbidden, <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> face appears in your thoughts. Her confident smirk, the way her eyes seem to see straight through you—it’s all so vivid. You imagine her walking in, her heels clicking softly against the tiled floor. <alexandra>“Well, well, enjoying yourself, sweet thing?" Alexandra's</alexandra> voice purrs, dripping with amusement and dominance. [[Your breath catches at the thought, your cheeks flushing deeper.|JessicaDate18][$p to 4]] <<elseif $jessicadatefirstchoice eq 2>> You lay on your bed, the soft glow of your phone screen illuminating the darkened room. The gentle hum of the fan overhead is the only sound, a soothing white noise as you scroll aimlessly through your Swiftgram feed. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Feed/Cute3.jpg" height=400></div> It starts innocently enough—pictures of friends, food, a funny meme here and there. But soon, the algorithm takes over, suggesting post after post of glamorous women with perfect bodies, their beauty enhanced by filters and professional photography. You pause on one photo, a blonde woman posing on a beach, her curves accentuated by the sunlit waves behind her. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Feed/Eleanor.jpg" height=400></div> Her name catches your eye: <b>Eleanor Grace</b> You click on her profile, and your screen fills with a gallery of her images—elegant, sensual, and impossibly perfect. Eleanor’s golden hair cascades in soft waves over her shoulders, her piercing blue eyes staring confidently into the camera. She exudes an aura of effortless grace, her body both lean and voluptuous, her every pose carefully crafted to captivate. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Feed/Eleanor2.jpg" height=400></div> <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> The first photo you stop on has a stark white background, clearly from one of her professional modeling gigs. She’s wearing a tiny pink bikini that leaves little to the imagination, her toned abs and slender legs drawing the eye as much as her confident, sultry gaze. The simplicity of the shot makes her beauty stand out even more, a statement of pure, unfiltered allure. The comments are buzzing: <i>"This bikini was made for you 🔥🔥🔥" "Absolutely breathtaking, Eleanor!" "How does someone look this good??"</i> You swipe to the next post, and it’s unlike the others—a more intimate, artistic photo that seems to tell a story. Eleanor is seated with her side to the camera, wearing nothing but a small, delicate white panty. Her body curves gracefully as she leans forward, her breasts touching her thighs in a way that elegantly censors her, yet enhances the image’s sensuality. Her head is turned slightly, her gaze fixed on something unseen in the distance, deep and thoughtful. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Feed/Eleanor3.jpg" height=400></div> Your breath catches. The contrast between the vulnerability and power in this photo feels magnetic, as if she’s drawing you into her world. The comments are overflowing: <i>"A true work of art 😍" "Eleanor, you are the definition of perfection." "This is beyond beautiful—it's pure poetry."</i> A warmth stirs in your chest, spreading downward, the chastity cage pressing firmly against you as the familiar ache begins to build. The contrast between Eleanor’s effortless sensuality and your own locked state sharpens the sensation, making it impossible to ignore. [[For a moment, your thoughts take an unexpected turn.|JessicaDate18][$p=4]] <<elseif $jessicadatefirstchoice eq 3>> You lay sprawled on your bed, your phone glowing dimly in the darkened room. <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> absence tonight feels heavier than you expected. She skipped your planned date for a business meeting with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, leaving you with nothing but restless thoughts and the snug reminder of the chastity cage locked around you. Your thumb hovers over the Swiftgram app before deciding against it. You need more than polished influencers tonight. Something more indulgent. Something... forbidden. <jessica>Princess Zara</jessica> You type her name into the search bar, the words feeling almost reverent as they appear. Weeks have passed since you last ventured down this rabbit hole. The screen refreshes, and there she is—blonde, beautiful, and utterly captivating. The first image you see stops you in your tracks. <jessica>Zara</jessica> stands poised in a bright blue outfit, a tiny tube top hugging her chest and a miniskirt so short it reveals the soft curve of her bare ass. High heels elongate her legs, and her golden blonde hair cascades in loose waves over her shoulders, framing her stunningly blue eyes. She’s both sweet and seductive, with a playful smile that draws you in. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Laptop/ZeldaHentai19.png" height=500></div> <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> Your heart races as you take in the dual shot: one frame capturing her from the front, her flat stomach and flawless figure on display; the other showing her from behind, where the skirt barely covers anything at all. The caption reads: <i>"Princess Zara knows exactly what you want… And she’s happy to tease you with it. 💙"</i> The photo stirs something deep within you. You imagine <jessica>Jessica</jessica> in that outfit—confident, untouchable, knowing exactly how to hold your attention. You exhale shakily, the cage pressing tightly against you. Swiping down, you find another image, and this one nearly takes your breath away. <jessica>Zara</jessica> is dressed as a belly dancer, her lingerie-like costume clinging to her in all the right places. The sheer, flowing fabric barely hides anything, and her face is partially veiled, leaving her blue eyes to sparkle mischievously. Her hips are adorned with jingling chains, and the delicate sway of the fabric makes her look like she’s in motion, ready to hypnotize anyone who dares look at her. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Laptop/ZeldaHentai20.png" height=500></div> Next to her, <mc>Zink</mc> stands in a matching outfit, though his is even more revealing. His slim frame is only clad in a pair of panties, his top half completely bare except for a thin veil that obscures his face. His posture accentuates his small, feminine hips and perfectly rounded ass, which is framed tantalizingly by the delicate fabric. You bite your lip as your eyes flicker between the two of them. The comment section explodes with praise: "Zara is a goddess! 🔥" "Zink looks like a little doll next to her, omg!" "Imagine being teased by both of them... I'd die happy." The image sends your thoughts spiraling. <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> name echoes in your mind. You picture her as <jessica>Zara</jessica>, standing tall and radiant, commanding all attention in her ethereal costume. And <mc>Zink</mc>… <mc>Zink</mc> would be you. The cage tightens as your arousal builds, the inability to relieve yourself only heightening the sensations coursing through you. The ache is almost unbearable as your breathing quickens. Your hand grazes over the curve of your thighs, but the cage denies you any chance of escape. Your trembling hands hover over the search bar, the tension in your chest growing with each passing second. This isn’t just about <jessica>Princess Zara</jessica> anymore. You type the words almost instinctively: [["Zara-Zink Lingerie."|JessicaDate18][$p=4]] <</if>> <<elseif $p eq 4>> <<if $jessicadatefirstchoice eq 1>> You picture her standing over the tub, arms crossed, her posture exuding authority. She leans in slightly, her cleavage on full display, her perfume mixing with the bath’s fragrance. <alexandra>“Let me see how you’re doing.”</alexandra> she says, her tone playful yet firm. <alexandra>“You’ve been such a good pet lately—I think you’ve earned a little… inspection.”</alexandra> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DayDreamAlexandra.jpg" height=500></div> Your hand drifts up, almost of its own accord, trailing lightly over your collarbone and down to your chest. Your eyes remain shut, and in your mind, it’s <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> hand instead of yours, her touch soft but commanding. Your fingers brush across your damp skin, sending shivers through you as you imagine her smile, that knowing look in her eyes. <alexandra>“Such a cute little thing.”</alexandra> she murmurs in your fantasy, her fingers tracing along your curves, teasing but never giving too much. <alexandra>“But you know the rules. That cage stays on. No matter how desperate you get.”</alexandra> You don't realize but even in your fantasy <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> doesn't unlock you... <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> You bite your lip, your hand sliding lower, moving sensually over your stomach. The sensation of the water, the warmth of your skin, and the unyielding pressure of the cage all combine, and you can’t help but squirm slightly. The fantasy feels so real that you lose yourself in it, your breaths coming faster as the heat builds inside you, completely trapped by the cage and the imagined power <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> holds over you. Opening your eyes, you blink at the flickering candlelight on the wall, the fantasy fading like mist. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, your breathing quicker than you realized, and your skin is flushed from more than just the heat of the water. You let out a small, shaky sigh, leaning back against the tub’s edge as the mix of frustration and longing settles over you once more. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/MCBath.jpg" height="400"></div> The water ripples gently around you as you try to calm your racing heart. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> imagined presence lingers, her teasing words echoing in your mind. Even here, in this private moment, you can’t escape her hold over you—and you don’t want to. You dry off and return to your bedroom... <<elseif $jessicadatefirstchoice eq 2>> The cage, the feminization, the recent changes to your body—all of it lingers in the back of your mind as you stare at Eleanor’s perfect form. You imagine yourself in her place, striking those poses, wearing those outfits, basking in the adoration of countless fans. The idea sends a shiver through you. The thought of being admired, celebrated, desired—it’s a strange mix of arousal and longing that catches you off guard. Your fingers brush over your stomach, tracing the subtle curves you’ve begun to notice more often lately. The fantasies of femininity, the allure of being seen as beautiful like her, feel oddly natural in this moment. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DayDreamMC.jpg" height=500></div> You close your eyes, picturing yourself on a beach like Eleanor, the sun kissing your skin, a camera capturing your every move. In your mind, the comments shift: <i>“Such a beautiful femboy,” “Gorgeous and delicate,” “Absolute perfection.”</i> <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> Opening your eyes, you snap back to reality, a blush creeping up your neck. You shake your head slightly, trying to dismiss the thoughts, but the ache of the cage reminds you of how deeply this moment has affected you. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Swiftgram/Feed/Eleanor3.jpg" height=400></div> Your thumb hovers over the screen before you double-tap Eleanor’s latest photo, leaving a small red heart. The action feels oddly symbolic—an acknowledgment of her beauty and, perhaps, a tiny nod to the part of you that wonders if you could ever be seen the same way. Placing your phone down, you stare at the ceiling, your chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. The fantasy lingers, its traces impossible to shake, and the glow of Eleanor’s perfection continues to haunt your thoughts as the evening stretches on. <<elseif $jessicadatefirstchoice eq 3>> The page loads slowly, your anticipation only heightening the ache in your locked cage. When the image appears, it feels like the world stops for a moment. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Laptop/ZeldaHentai21.png" height=500></div> <jessica>Zara</jessica> and <mc>Zink</mc> stand side by side, their poses synchronized. Both have their eyes closed, hands resting behind their heads as though they are basking in the sun. <jessica>Zara's</jessica> bikini hugs her body tightly, showcasing the curves of her ample chest, the small fabric exposing just enough underboob to make your throat dry. Her toned stomach and confident posture exude effortless sensuality. Beside her, <mc>Zink</mc> mirrors the pose in a matching bikini—though his is paired with a top despite his completely flat, femboy chest. His delicate frame looks soft and inviting, and the sight of him wearing a bikini top makes your breath hitch. But it’s the bulge in <jessica>Zara's</jessica> bikini bottom that sends your mind reeling. Though it’s not particularly large, it’s unmistakably bigger than your own locked cage. The realization crashes over you, a flood of feminine humiliation and arousal. You glance down at yourself, the snug cage a constant reminder of your place. The thought of <jessica>Zara</jessica> standing tall and powerful while you’re restrained, smaller and more feminine, makes your thighs squeeze together. Your free hand brushes absentmindedly over your smooth thighs, the sensation of your girly panties only amplifying the feeling. You can’t help but imagine yourself standing beside <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, wearing a matching bikini like <mc>Zink's</mc>, completely flat and submissive, the picture of femboy perfection. <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> Another photo catches your eye, and this time it’s <mc>Zink</mc> alone. His bikini is smaller than before, the tiny strings barely covering his slim hips. His nails are painted a shimmering shade of blue that matches his hoop earrings, the accessories giving him an extra touch of slutty glamour. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Laptop/ZeldaHentai22.png" height=500></div> His pose is deliberate, his thumbs hooked into the strings of his bikini bottoms, tugging them slightly downward. The playful tension in the gesture draws your gaze, and you can almost feel the soft stretch of the fabric under his fingers. His expression is coy, lips slightly parted as though inviting your attention. Your chest tightens as you stare, unable to look away. <mc>Zink's</mc> unapologetic femininity, his confidence in being sensual and delicate, stirs something deep inside you. The cage presses tighter, a cruel reminder of your helpless state, and your mind spirals further. You imagine yourself in his place—painted nails, delicate jewelry, and a tiny bikini that showcases your smooth, girly figure. You’ve already worn a bikini bottom at <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> pool, haven’t you? And <jessica>Jessica</jessica> had loved it, maybe you should wear them more... Your arousal builds to a peak as your free hand brushes lightly over the thin fabric of your panties. The sensation is maddening, the cage ensuring you can’t relieve yourself. But in this moment, it doesn’t matter. The fantasy takes over completely, your thoughts consumed by the idea of standing next to <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, a perfect little femboy at her side, as beautiful and submissive as <mc>Zink</mc>. The fantasy from <jessica>Zara's</jessica> world still grips you tightly. Your thoughts are consumed by the vision of <mc>Zink</mc> and <jessica>Zara</jessica>, their unapologetic sensuality a mirror to the person you long to be. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, your caged state making every fleeting thought more intense. The idea of standing beside <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, your own femininity fully embraced, burns brightly in your mind. <</if>> [[As your mind begins to drift, your phone vibrates against your bedspread.|JessicaDate18][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> The screen lights up, and <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> name appears. Your heart races as you quickly unlock it. <<JessicaTalk "Hey babe, the meeting’s finally over.">> Your pulse quickens, a warmth spreading through you at her words. Barely a moment later, another message arrives. <<JessicaTalk "Sorry again for skipping on our date 😔. Mr. Brown decided to celebrate by taking me to dinner at the Amorous Whims Hotel’s restaurant.">> The mention of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> makes your breath hitch. Instantly, your mind conjures the image of him sitting across from <jessica>Jessica</jessica> at the luxurious restaurant, his confident smile charming her, making her laugh. You grip your phone tightly as another message follows. <<JessicaTalk "I promise I’ll make it up to you soon. If things get a little naughty later tonight… I’ll update you. 💋">> Your hands tremble as you stare at the screen, your heart thudding against your ribcage. The promise in her words sets your imagination alight, every inch of your body aching with anticipation. You type a response with nervous fingers, unsure how to convey your emotions. <<MCTalk "Thank you, Jess… I miss you so much. Please let me know… if anything happens.">> You place the phone on your chest, staring at the ceiling as the minutes crawl by. The snug chastity cage feels even tighter, your arousal climbing with every passing second. Time stretches endlessly. You try to distract yourself, scrolling aimlessly on your phone, but nothing holds your attention. Every sound makes you jump, hoping it’s another text. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, your phone buzzes again. You grab it so quickly you almost fumble it. <<JessicaTalk "Hey babe, just wanted to let you know—Mr. Brown and I decided to stay the night together in the hotel’s Royal Suite.">> Your heart skips a beat. The Royal Suite… at <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> hotel. <<JessicaTalk "I was wondering—do you want me to send you photos or videos later?">> You can feel your body trembling, the cage pressing against you painfully as you reread her message. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> knows exactly what she’s doing, her words leaving you simultaneously aching and excited. The thought of her with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> in the lavish Royal Suite sends your mind spiraling into fantasies you can’t suppress. The room feels suffocatingly silent as your fingers hover over the phone screen. The memory of <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> last photo lingers, the image burned into your mind. Tonight, she’s offered you something more daring—something you can’t refuse. [[You take a shaky breath, cheeks already warm as you type.|JessicaDate18][$p=6]] <<elseif $p eq 6>> <<MCTalk "Yes, please, Jess. I’d love to see more.">> You send the message before you can second-guess yourself. The reply comes faster than you expect, her teasing tone palpable even through the text. <<JessicaTalk "I thought so. I’ll try to send you something with his big black cock this time—so you can enjoy it even more. 😉">> Your breath hitches, and a deep blush spreads across your face. She knows exactly what she’s doing to you, her words tugging at the submissive, yearning side of you that she’s come to understand all too well. <<MCTalk "Thank you…">> The text feels insufficient, but it’s all you can manage as your cheeks burn hotter. You place your phone down on your chest, staring at the ceiling, your mind already spiraling. <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> daring text replays over and over in your head, the promise of what she might send igniting your imagination. The image of her, poised next to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, his cock's presence overshadowing everything, begins to form in your mind. You can almost see her kneeling, her playful smile directed up at him, and the imposing size of him she described. The minutes stretch into an eternity as you wait, the anticipation thick in the air. Every sound from your phone makes your heart leap, only to sink when it’s nothing. The cage feels tighter, more restrictive, as your arousal builds with each passing moment. Your thoughts betray you, painting vivid pictures of what might be happening. Is she with him now, her lips pressed to him, her hands exploring his powerful frame? Is he leaning back, relaxed yet dominating, as Jessica works her magic? You squeeze your thighs together, the ache in your caged self impossible to ignore. Your phone remains silent on the bed beside you, an agonizing reminder of the distance between you and the unfolding scene. Finally, just as you’re about to check for the hundredth time. The screen lights up, and you nearly drop your phone in shock. It’s not a message this time—it’s a video call from <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. [[Your heart races as you swipe to answer, her smiling face filling the screen.|JessicaDate18][$p=7]] <<elseif $p eq 7>> She’s in what looks like a luxurious bathroom, the kind you’d expect in the Royal Suite. Behind her, gleaming marble walls and a golden-framed mirror make the space look even grander. <<JessicaTalk "Hey, babe!">> Her tone is casual, light, but there’s something about her expression—playful and knowing—that sends your pulse skyrocketing. <<MCTalk "H-Hey…">> Your voice cracks slightly, the words barely making it out as you take in her appearance. She’s wearing a stunning blue dress, the fabric hugging her curves perfectly. Her makeup is flawless. <<JessicaTalk "So, the merger went perfectly, thanks to Mr. Brown. You should’ve seen him—so confident, so composed. He had everyone eating out of the palm of his hand.">> She laughs softly, and the sound sends a shiver down your spine. <<JessicaTalk "And dinner downstairs? Amazing. The restaurant here is to die for. You’d love it.">> As she speaks, you notice her hands reaching behind her back. Your breath catches as she starts unzipping her dress. <<MCTalk "W-Wait, what are you…?">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> doesn’t answer, her gaze steady on the screen as she pulls the dress down her shoulders and lets it fall to the floor. Beneath it, she’s completely bare—her smooth, flawless skin glowing under the bathroom lights. Your cheeks burn, and you can’t tear your eyes away from the screen. <<JessicaTalk "What’s wrong, babe?">> She teases you, her tone dripping with playful innocence. Before you can muster a response, she steps aside, revealing a small gift box sitting on the counter. Opening it, she pulls out a pair of sheer black stockings. <<JessicaTalk "Oh, these? Daddy picked them up for me earlier. Said I deserved a little something for being such a good assistant today.">> Her words are casual, as though she’s discussing a mundane gift, but the deliberate way she slides the stockings up her legs is anything but. You watch, utterly captivated, as the sheer fabric clings to her thighs. <<JessicaTalk "How was your evening, babe?">> The question catches you off guard, her tone so conversational despite her actions. You stutter, your voice shaky as you manage a response. <<MCTalk "I-It was… chill. Nothing special.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> smirks, clearly amused by your flustered state. <<JessicaTalk "Hmm, I bet you were thinking about me, though, weren’t you?">> You can only swallow hard as she pulls out the next item from the box—a delicate black thong. <<JessicaTalk "Daddy picked these out too. Thought they’d look good on me tonight. What do you think?">> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaDate16.mp4"/></div> She turns slightly, her bare hips and toned figure filling the screen as she steps into the thong and slides it up. <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> <<JessicaTalk "We’ll be having a lot of fun tonight. All night.">> Her words land like a bolt, leaving you stunned and breathless. She adjusts the waistband, looking back at the camera with a satisfied smile, as though she knows exactly the effect she’s having on you. You clutch the phone tightly, your mind swirling with arousal and a strange, undeniable thrill. For the first time, you’re a voyeur cuck from a distance, witnessing <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> world in a way that leaves you trembling, your heart pounding in your chest. <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> smile doesn’t waver as she reaches into the gift box one last time, pulling out a matching black bra. With practiced ease, she slides it on, the delicate lace perfectly complementing her figure. She adjusts the straps, glancing at the camera with a playful look. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaDate15.mp4"/></div> <<JessicaTalk "There, now I’m all set. What do you think? Daddy has excellent taste, doesn’t he?">> You nod wordlessly, unable to look away, your chest rising and falling as your breathing quickens. <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> confidence radiates through the screen, and you can feel the tension in your cage growing with every passing second. [[You look at the screen mesmerized by her sexuality.|JessicaDate18][$p=8]] <<elseif $p eq 8>> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> moves closer to the counter, leaning forward slightly toward the phone. You realize she’s also leaning into the mirror, the angle offering you a tantalizing view of her face as she begins to touch up her makeup. <<JessicaTalk "Hold on a sec, babe. I need my lips to look perfect.">> She picks up a tube of pink lip balm and twists it open, the faint scent of something sweet seeming to linger even through the screen. With slow, deliberate motions, she applies it to her lips, her gaze flicking between the mirror and the camera. <<JessicaTalk "Can’t have them looking anything less than flawless, right?">> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaDate17.mp4"/></div> Her voice carries that familiar teasing lilt, but there’s something deeper in her tone—a knowing power, a confidence that makes your heart race. <<JessicaTalk "After all, these lips are going to be on Daddy’s cock soon. They need to be just right.">> The words hit you like a tidal wave, leaving you breathless. You don’t feel humiliated—far from it. The dynamic between you and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> feels electric, thrilling, and her growing enjoyment of this new dynamic only makes you more excited. As she smacks her lips together lightly, the glossy pink sheen catching the light, you realize you’ve unconsciously slid your panties off. Sitting on your bed now, completely naked save for the cage, you feel utterly exposed but exhilarated. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date83.jpg" height=500></div> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> notices your flushed expression and giggles softly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. <<JessicaTalk "You like this, don’t you?">> <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> You nod again, your voice caught in your throat. <<JessicaTalk "Good. I’ll try to send you something special tonight babe.">> Her teasing tone makes your pulse race, and you manage a soft response, your voice trembling. <<MCTalk "Thank you, baby. Have fun…">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> smiles, leaning closer to the camera as if to kiss you through the screen. With that, the screen goes black, leaving you lying on the bed, your heart pounding and your body aching with anticipation. You lie on your bed, naked except for the tight cage pressing against you, your skin warm from the lingering excitement of <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> video call. The room feels impossibly quiet, broken only by the soft hum of the phone by your side. You glance at it every few seconds, hoping—yearning—for the promised photo. Minutes stretch on like hours, your mind racing with vivid fantasies of what <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> are doing now. Your body aches with anticipation, the cage only heightening your frustration and desire. Suddenly, the phone buzzes, and your heart leaps. But the name on the screen isn’t <jessica>Jessica's</jessica>. [[It’s Mr. Brown.|JessicaDate18][$p=9]] <<elseif $p eq 9>> Your breath catches as you read the message, the words hitting you with an intoxicating mix of authority and excitement. <<AndreTalk "Jessica told me you want a photo of her sucking my cock. Is that correct, little one?">> Your body reacts instantly, a shiver coursing through you as the familiar address pulls you deeper into your submissive mindset. Your fingers tremble as you type your response. <<MCTalk "Yes, Daddy… I’d love to see it. Please.">> You send the message and place the phone down, your heart pounding so loudly it feels like it might echo in the room. The seconds tick by agonizingly slowly, each one stoking the fire of your anticipation. Finally, the phone buzzes again. You snatch it up, your eyes quickly scanning the message. <<AndreTalk "Good little subs need to show their devotion. If you want this, beg me, little one. I want to see how much you truly want to watch your girlfriend servicing me.">> Your breath hitches, and a wave of submissive arousal washes over you. The demand is clear, and the thought of submitting to him so completely leaves you trembling. Your mind races as you grip the phone tighter, your cheeks flushing with a mix of excitement and nervousness. You’ve never been in this position before, and yet, every fiber of your being craves to obey. Now, the choice lies before you: how much will you beg? <<link[[Beg Mr. Brown.|JessicaDate18]]>><<set $p to 10>><<set $jessicadate18secondchoice to 1>><</link>> <<link[[Beg Mr. Brown Harder!|JessicaDate18]]>><<set $p to 10>><<set $jessicadate18secondchoice to 2>><</link>> <<link[[Beg Mr. Brown and add a sexy selfie to convince him!!!|JessicaDate18]]>><<set $p to 11>><<set $jessicadate18secondchoice to 3>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 10>> <<if $jessicadate18secondchoice eq 1>><<set $sub +=1>> Your fingers tremble as you stare at the screen, heart pounding in your chest. The weight of <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> command lingers in your mind, pushing you to respond. You swallow hard, feeling a strange mix of nervousness and determination. <<MCTalk "Please Daddy, I want to see Jessica suck your big cock.">> <<elseif $jessicadate18secondchoice eq 2>><<set $sub +=2>><<set $MCcuck +=2>> Your fingers tremble as you stare at the screen, heart pounding in your chest. The weight of <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> command lingers in your mind, pushing you to respond. You swallow hard, feeling a strange mix of nervousness and determination. <<MCTalk "Please Daddy, I want to see Jessica suck your big black cock. I want to see you pleasure her in a way I never could.">> <</if>> Your phone vibrates, the message notification making your heart race. The anticipation is unbearable, your breath shallow as you open the message. Attached is a photo, and the moment it fills the screen, your pulse quickens. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/JessicaPhoto7.jpg" height=500></div> <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> is kneeling, wearing the black bra she’d shown you earlier, its delicate lace accentuating her perfect figure. Her hands are resting delicately, one at the base of his big black cock, her fingers don't reach around the thick cock of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. Her expression is what captivates you most. There’s a softness in her eyes, a quiet devotion as she looks at the camera, her lips parted. Drooling on his huge cock. <mc><i>She must be giving a very sloppy blowjob.</i></mc> The image feels almost otherworldly, an intimate snapshot of a dynamic you’re both intrigued by and aroused to your core by. Your body reacts instinctively, your hand drifting to the cage that confines you. The touch is light, almost tentative, but it’s enough to send a wave of heat through you. Your fingers brush the cold plastic, and when you pull them back, you feel a dampness—a reminder of just how much this moment is affecting you. The image of her in that moment, paired with the knowledge that she is there with him, giving herself to him in a way that feels both surreal and thrilling, sends your mind spiraling. You imagine her movements, the luxurious room surrounding them, the air thick with their shared intimacy. Lying on your bed, your breathing becomes uneven. You can’t help but feel a deep, aching arousal at the thought of her in this role—your girlfriend, so confident and beautiful, while you are here, locked and yearning, unable to do anything but watch and wait. <<if $jessicadate18secondchoice eq 2>> Your phone vibrates again, breaking the silence of the room. You stare at the screen, heart pounding, as a new message from <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> appears. <<AndreTalk "Good girl. That was exactly the kind of enthusiasm I like to see. You've earned an additional reward.">> Your breath hitches and a thrill of excitement surges through you. Moments later, another photo arrives. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/JessicaPhoto8.jpg" height=500></div> This one is even more revealing. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> is laying on the couch beside him, her body draped elegantly, every detail of sexy attire perfectly on display. The black bra hugs her figure, the matching thong highlights her perfect ass, the stockings sleek and shimmering and the high heels add a touch of sophistication to her allure. Her lips are wrapped around the head of his big black cock, her head tilted to show her pretty face to the camera. Her eyes meet the camera, filled with lust and there's something more, playful and teasing spark meant just for you. Her movements are almost visible in this still image. You swallow hard, the cage pressing against you painfully as your arousal peaks to new heights. The contrast of her submission, her beauty leaves you breathless. Not to mention the huge thick cock she is playing with... <</if>> [[You wait for another text from them...|JessicaDate18][$p=15]] <<elseif $p eq 11>> As you sit on your bed, heart pounding, you feel a nervous energy buzzing through you. The room is dimly lit, the glow from your phone casting soft shadows across your body. The request from <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> lingers in your mind, leaving you both anxious and excited. Slowly, you shift onto your knees, your back straightening as you position yourself on the bed. The soft sheets press against your legs as you adjust your posture, tilting your hips slightly. A flush creeps up your face, but determination overrides your hesitation. You hold your phone up at an angle, looking down into the camera. The perspective makes your delicate features appear even softer, emphasizing the fullness of your lips and the slight curve of your body. Your skin glows under the light, smooth and inviting. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/MCPhoto6.jpg" height=500></div> Taking a deep breath, you let your expression soften, lips parting subtly. There's vulnerability in the moment, but also a quiet confidence. You snap the picture, the faint click echoing in the room. For a moment, you hesitate, your thumb hovering over the message box. The photo stares back at you, capturing everything you are in this moment — a mix of nervousness, courage, and desire. You exhale, feeling a sense of boldness. Finally, you attach the photo and begin typing a message, your fingers trembling slightly. <<MCTalk "I hope this shows you how much I want it Daddy. Please, let me see Jessica suck your big black cock.">> Your heart races as you press send, anticipation thrumming through your body. The weight of what you've done hangs in the air, but there's no turning back now. [[You wait for his response...|JessicaDate18][$p=12]] <<elseif $p eq 12>> Your phone vibrates, the message notification making your heart race. The anticipation is unbearable, your breath shallow as you open the message. Attached is a photo, and the moment it fills the screen, your pulse quickens. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/JessicaPhoto7.jpg" height=500></div> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> is kneeling, wearing the black bra she’d shown you earlier, its delicate lace accentuating her perfect figure. Her hands are resting delicately, one at the base of his big black cock, her fingers don't reach around the thick cock of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. Her expression is what captivates you most. There’s a softness in her eyes, a quiet devotion as she looks at the camera, her lips parted. Drooling on his huge cock. <mc><i>She must be giving a very sloppy blowjob.</i></mc> The image feels almost otherworldly, an intimate snapshot of a dynamic you’re both intrigued by and aroused to your core by. Your body reacts instinctively, your hand drifting to the cage that confines you. The touch is light, almost tentative, but it’s enough to send a wave of heat through you. Your fingers brush the cold plastic, and when you pull them back, you feel a dampness—a reminder of just how much this moment is affecting you. The image of her in that moment, paired with the knowledge that she is there with him, giving herself to him in a way that feels both surreal and thrilling, sends your mind spiraling. You imagine her movements, the luxurious room surrounding them, the air thick with their shared intimacy. Lying on your bed, your breathing becomes uneven. You can’t help but feel a deep, aching arousal at the thought of her in this role—your girlfriend, so confident and beautiful, while you are here, locked and yearning, unable to do anything but watch and wait. [[Then another text comes.|JessicaDate18][$p=13]] <<elseif $p eq 13>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/JessicaPhoto8.jpg" height=500></div> This one is even more revealing. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> is laying on the couch beside him, her body draped elegantly, every detail of sexy attire perfectly on display. The black bra hugs her figure, the matching thong highlights her perfect ass, the stockings sleek and shimmering and the high heels add a touch of sophistication to her allure. Her lips are wrapped around the head of his big black cock, her head tilted to show her pretty face to the camera. Her eyes meet the camera, filled with lust and there's something more, playful and teasing spark meant just for you. Her movements are almost visible in this still image. You swallow hard, the cage pressing against you painfully as your arousal peaks to new heights. The contrast of her submission, her beauty leaves you breathless. Not to mention the huge thick cock she is playing with... [[Your phone vibrates again.|JessicaDate18][$p=14]] <<elseif $p eq 14>> Your phone vibrates again, the sharp buzz slicing through the heated air around you. You scramble to open the message, your pulse racing. The first thing you see is a text from <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. <<AndreTalk "Good girl. That was bold, little one. I liked your initiative—and you looked pretty, needy, and ready to please.">> <<AndreLove 1>> Your breath catches at the praise, heat flooding your face and body. His words wrap around you like a warm embrace, both teasing and validating. You can’t help but reread the compliment, savoring every syllable. Then a video arrives... <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Phone/Gallery/JessicaVideo.mp4"/></div> <<Arousalincrease 40>><<Arousal>> <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> hand drapes possessively over her, his large hand resting on the back of her head as she works him with slow, deliberate attention. Her lips glide over his thick length, glistening in the low light, and her eyes never leave the camera—never leave you. That teasing glint is still there, mingled with raw passion. A deep, velvety chuckle rumbles from <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. <<AndreTalk "She's talented, isn't she, little one? So eager.">> His hand tightens on her head for a fleeting moment before easing back, guiding her gently. Her soft, wet sounds mingle with the faint hum of the room, creating an intoxicating symphony. <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> eyes flick toward the lens, a playful smile curling around him, as if she knows exactly the effect this scene is having on you. The intimacy is overwhelming, pressing down on your chest. [[The video abruptly cuts off, the screen fading to black.|JessicaDate18][$p=15]] <<elseif $p eq 15>> The minutes tick by, the glow of your phone screen fading as no new messages come through. You glance at it one last time, hoping for another glimpse into <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> night, but the silence is deafening. A small sigh escapes your lips as you realize they’ve likely moved on, immersed in their evening, leaving you to stew in your own longing. <<if $jessicadate18secondchoice eq 3>> Your chest tightens, fingers trembling as you navigate back to the video<andre>Mr. Brown</andre> had sent earlier. Hesitation lingers for a moment—but only a moment. You hit play, and the scene unfolds again on your screen. Her lips glistening, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> moves with slow, deliberate attention, her devotion palpable as <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> massive length gleams under the dim light. His possessive hand on her head commands every part of her being. Her eyes remain locked on the camera—on you—challenging, teasing, as though reminding you of the power dynamic you're bound to witness but never touch. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Phone/Gallery/JessicaVideo.mp4"/></div> <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> Your breath catches, mouth watering as the scene grips you. A wave of arousal washes over you, stronger this time, pooling deep in your body. Your thighs press together instinctively, desperate for any relief, but it's futile. The cage holds you firm, trapping your swollen sissy clit in its unyielding confines. The pressure is maddening, a reminder of your impotence compared to the sheer magnificence onscreen. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/MCCage.jpg" height=500></div> Your gaze lingers on <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> thick, glistening shaft, its undeniable girth and veined presence commanding attention. The contrast stings like a fresh wound—his monstrous size and unyielding dominance against the pitiful, caged flesh nestled between your thighs. You shudder as your eyes flick down, and that’s when you see it—a slick smear of pre-cum trailing down your leg, undeniable proof of your body's full submission and arousal. The difference is staggering, absolute—a visual affirmation of your role. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> is the man, commanding <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> pleasure and desire, while you are here, locked, aching, and dripping without release. <<else>> Your chest tightens, fingers trembling as you navigate back to the photo <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> had sent earlier. Hesitation lingers for a moment—but only a moment. You open the image, and it fills your screen once more. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> is on her knees, radiant and submissive, wearing the black lace bra that clings to her perfect figure. Her delicate hands rest at the base of <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> enormous cock, futile in their attempt to encircle its girth. Her lips are parted, glistening with drool, as though caught mid-worship. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/JessicaPhoto7.jpg" height=500></div> <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> Your breath catches, mouth watering as the scene grips you. <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> gaze commands your attention—soft, knowing, yet taunting. She looks directly at the camera, directly at you, as if aware of your helpless state. A wave of arousal crashes through you, stronger this time, pooling deep in your body. Your thighs press together instinctively, desperate for any friction, but the cage holds firm, trapping your swollen sissy clit in its unyielding confines. The pressure is maddening, a reminder of your submission compared to the magnificence on display. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/MCCage.jpg" height=500></div> Your eyes linger on <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> thick, glistening shaft, its undeniable dominance a brutal contrast to the pitiful, caged flesh nestled between your legs. The difference is staggering, absolute—a visual affirmation of your role. Your body trembles as you glance down, and that's when you see it—a slick smear of pre-cum trailing down your thigh, undeniable proof of your submission and arousal. The humiliation only heightens your desire, the ache becoming unbearable. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> pleases him with devotion, while you are left here, locked, leaking, and utterly captivated by a photo that embodies your deepest yearning and submission. <</if>> [[Set the phone down.|JessicaDate18][$p=16]] <<elseif $p eq 16>> You set the phone down, lying back against your pillows, the ache in your body unbearable yet thrilling. The cage presses against you, a constant reminder of your submission. Every thought of <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> together replays in your mind, each detail etched vividly in your imagination. A soft moan escapes as you touch the cage again, the dampness of your arousal undeniable. The relief you crave is out of reach, but the yearning itself feels like part of your place in this growing relationship. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/MCBed.jpg" height=450></div> Your thoughts drift to <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. <alexandra>Mistress Alexandra</alexandra>. You picture her confident smirk, her commanding presence, the way she teases and controls you. Perhaps this weekend, she’ll decide to unlock you again, to allow you a fleeting moment of relief. The thought sends a shiver through you, your submission to her undeniable. you close your eyes, your mind swirling with fantasies and hope. Sleep comes slowly, your dreams filled with <jessica>Jessica</jessica>,<andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, and <alexandra>Mistress Alexandra</alexandra>, each one holding you in their orbit, leaving you yearning for more. <<link[[Go to Sleep.|Sleep]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $jessicaquest to 18>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> The sleek black gates of <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> villa loom before you as you stand outside, your pulse quickening with anticipation. The intercom buzzes as you press the button, but no voice greets you—just the sound of the gate unlocking with a faint click. The gravel pathway leading to the grand villa is lined with perfectly trimmed hedges and vibrant flowers, the morning sun casting a warm glow over the pristine estate. You can’t help but feel a sense of excitement creeping over you. Every visit here carries the promise of something thrilling, something that will leave you breathless. Pushing open the heavy front door, you step inside, the familiar scent of the villa—a mix of polished wood, fresh-cut flowers, and something faintly masculine—wrapping around you. The house is quiet, save for the faint hum of the air conditioning and the distant sound of birds chirping outside. No one is in sight. Your heart flutters as you make your way through the luxurious space, past the grand staircase and toward the backyard where the pool awaits. The villa always feels larger when it’s silent, its vastness amplifying your sense of being on display, of stepping into a place where you don’t quite belong but are always drawn to. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/AndreHome2.jpg" height=400></div> The double glass doors leading to the backyard slide open easily under your touch, and the view of the expansive pool area greets you—a shimmering oasis surrounded by lush greenery and the occasional bloom of colorful flowers. The sun sparkles on the surface of the water, creating a scene that feels almost surreal. Seated by the pool at a shaded table is <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. Her elegant figure is wrapped in a simple white robe that clings to her curves, the sunlight catching on her hair, giving her an almost ethereal glow. A newspaper is spread open before her, and a plate of fresh fruit and pastries sits on the table beside a steaming cup of coffee. She hasn’t noticed you yet, engrossed in whatever article she’s reading, her brow slightly furrowed in concentration. You hesitate, taking in the sight of her—the effortless elegance, the way the robe hints at her figure without revealing too much, the soft movements of her hand as she reaches for her coffee. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Alexandra Pool10.jpg" height=500></div> Finally, as you step closer, your sandals making a faint sound on the tiled ground, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> turns her head. Her piercing gaze meets yours, and a subtle smile tugs at the corners of her lips. <<AlexandraTalk "Well, good morning, you’re early.">> [[Her words make your cheeks flush, though you’re not sure why.|AndreMeet9][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> <<MCTalk "Good morning, Mistress.">> You reply, your voice sounding smaller than you intend. She folds the newspaper neatly and sets it on the chair beside her, gesturing to the seat across from her. <<AlexandraTalk "Jessica isn’t here yet, but come. Have some breakfast with me. There’s plenty to share.">> As you move to sit, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> leans back in her chair, her robe parting slightly to reveal the smooth skin of her legs. She doesn’t seem to notice—or perhaps she does, and that subtle smile of hers hints at her intentions. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Alexandra Pool11.jpg" height=500></div> The chair creaks softly as you sit, your heart still fluttering with a mix of nervousness and excitement. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> slides the folded newspaper onto the chair beside her, clearing the table for you. She takes a sip of her coffee, her eyes glimmering with a quiet confidence as she breaks the silence. <<AlexandraTalk "Darling, did you see the huge merger that happened this week? Did you know Andre helped finalize the deal? He’s really good at his job and made lots of money in this contract.">> You nod quickly, eager to respond. <<MCTalk "Yeah, I knew he had helped. I would love to congratulate him myself today.">> Her smile widens slightly, a glint of amusement in her eyes as she teases you. <<AlexandraTalk "What a good girl you are, following Daddy’s achievements so closely.">> Her words send a subtle thrill through you, the casual elegance of her demeanor only adding to the charged atmosphere. You pick at a piece of fruit from the table, trying to steady yourself, but the anticipation bubbling within you is undeniable. Every moment here feels like a prelude to something extraordinary, and this morning is no different. You nibble on a slice of melon, the sweetness spreading across your tongue as you try to suppress the growing excitement within you. The villa, the company, the atmosphere—it all feels like the calm before something unforgettable. You glance at <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, her poised elegance almost intoxicating, and muster the courage to ask the question lingering in your mind. <<MCTalk "So... is there something special planned for this morning?">> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> looks up from her coffee, her expression calm and unhurried. She swirls the dark liquid in her cup before taking a delicate sip, her lips curving into a faint smile. <<AlexandraTalk "No, darling. Nothing grand today.">> The simplicity of her answer surprises you. She notices your slight disappointment and chuckles softly. <<AlexandraTalk "It’s been a busy week for both Andre and me. Deals to close, meetings to attend... you know how it is.">> She sets her cup down and leans back in her chair, letting out a contented sigh. <<AlexandraTalk "I’m hoping to just relax by the pool, maybe soak up some sun. Rest is the plan today.">> Her words carry a sense of tranquility that settles over the moment, but then her gaze sharpens slightly, the corners of her mouth softening as her tone becomes more thoughtful. <<AlexandraTalk "But that’s me. What about you, darling? How are you feeling?">> The unexpected shift catches you off guard, and for a moment, you hesitate, unsure how to answer. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> leans forward slightly, her expression earnest, her presence both grounding and reassuring. <<AlexandraTalk "I know things with your mother have been... difficult. I’ve been so caught up this week I haven’t been able to check in. I’m sorry for that.">> [[Her apology feels genuine, and the warmth in her tone contrasts with the commanding air she usually carries.|AndreMeet9][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> The sincerity in her words reassures you in a way few things can. You take a deep breath, placing your fork down on the edge of your plate, searching for the right words. <<MCTalk "It’s... been okay, I guess. I’ve been trying not to think about it too much, but deep down, it still hurts.">> You pause, your voice lowering. <<MCTalk "She hasn’t reached out since the fight. I don’t even think she’s trying to understand.">> <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> brow furrows slightly, and she nods, her eyes filled with quiet empathy. She reaches across the table, her hand resting on yours lightly—a simple yet meaningful gesture. <<AlexandraTalk "That’s painful, I know. But you’ve been doing so well, darling. Truly. You’re strong, and you’re handling this better than most could.">> Her words are steady and soothing, wrapping around you like a comforting embrace. You glance down at her hand on yours before looking back up, feeling a lump in your throat. <<MCTalk "Thank you, Mistress... I just... I guess I’m hoping she’ll come around eventually. Somehow.">> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> studies you for a moment, her gaze steady but kind. She withdraws her hand slowly and leans back, her tone thoughtful as she speaks. <<AlexandraTalk "You know, darling, if you ever feel like this is too much to carry on your own... I know someone. A therapist. She’s excellent at what she does and could really help you work through this.">> The suggestion takes you by surprise, and you blink at her, momentarily speechless. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> continues, her tone gentle but firm. <<AlexandraTalk "You’ve got me, Jessica, and Andre supporting you, of course. But sometimes, having someone outside of your circle can make all the difference. A professional.">> The thoughtfulness of her offer moves you deeply. For a moment, you imagine what it would be like to speak to someone impartial, someone trained to help untangle the complicated emotions swirling within you. But then, you shake your head softly, a small smile tugging at your lips. <<MCTalk "That’s really kind of you, Mistress, but I think I’m okay for now. Just knowing you’re all here for me means so much.">> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> gives you a long, assessing look before nodding slowly, a small smile playing at her lips. <<AlexandraTalk "Alright, darling. But the offer stands, whenever you feel ready.">> The conversation lulls into a comfortable silence, the only sound the faint rustle of leaves in the breeze. As you sit there, you can’t help but think about how deeply <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> cares for you. Her presence, her thoughtfulness—it’s overwhelming in the best way. A warmth spreads through your chest, a feeling of being truly loved and accepted washing over you. You glance at her as she takes another sip of her coffee, her elegant poise as effortless as ever, and feel a quiet sense of belonging settle within you. The quiet moment between you lingers, broken only by the faint sound of approaching footsteps. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Jessica Swimwear16.jpg" height=600></div> You turn toward the source, and your heart flutters as <jessica>Jessica</jessica> steps into view, radiant as ever. She’s wearing a chic white bikini that hugs her body perfectly, paired with an oversized white sun hat that makes her look like she’s stepped out of a fashion magazine. [[Her cheerful energy is infectious, her wide smile lighting up the scene.|AndreMeet9][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> <<JessicaTalk "Well, look who beat me here!">> She teases, her tone playful as she saunters over to you. Her teasing makes you blush, but before you can reply, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> leans in and kisses you softly on the lips. It’s brief but filled with warmth, and when she pulls back, her eyes sparkle with affection. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/JessicaMCKiss.jpg" height=600></div> <<JessicaTalk "I missed you.">> <<MCTalk "I missed you too.">> Meanwhile, <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> has entered the backyard as well, his confident presence undeniable. He’s dressed in navy swim trunks, his athletic build on full display, and as he approaches <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, he smiles warmly. Without hesitation, he leans down, and the two share a brief but passionate French kiss. <<AndreTalk "Sorry for leaving you to breakfast alone this morning, darling,">> <<AlexandraTalk "You’re forgiven.">> She replies with a soft smile, her fingers brushing his arm. The four of you settle into easy conversation, the relaxed atmosphere and the bright morning sun setting the tone for the day. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> chatters about her morning, occasionally directing teasing comments toward you that make you smile despite yourself. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> joins in with his usual calm charm, and <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> laughter rings out like a melody. After a while, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> stands, brushing invisible crumbs from her robe. Her commanding presence draws your attention immediately. <<AlexandraTalk "Well, it seems we’re the only ones not ready for the pool, darling.">> Her gaze flicking to you. <<AlexandraTalk "Come along. Let’s get into something more appropriate.">> [[Follow Alexandra to get changed.|AndreMeet9][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> As you follow <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> up the grand staircase, the cool air of the villa contrasts with the warmth lingering from the morning sun. She leads you into one of the luxurious upstairs bedrooms, the kind that feels almost too pristine to touch. The attached bathroom is just as immaculate—marble countertops, a wide mirror, and an array of beauty products laid out like an artist’s palette. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> closes the door behind you, her robe flowing gracefully as she turns to you, her lips curving into that teasing smile that always makes your pulse quicken. <<AlexandraTalk "Jessica looked stunning down there, didn’t she? That white bikini, the way she carried herself—it’s no wonder you couldn’t take your eyes off her.">> Her words catch you off guard, and your cheeks flush. You fumble for a response, but <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> simply chuckles, her tone playful yet laced with her usual dominance. <<AlexandraTalk "Relax, darling. There’s nothing wrong with appreciating beauty.">> She steps closer, cupping your chin gently and tilting your face up to meet her gaze. <<AlexandraTalk "Now, let’s make sure you’re just as stunning. We can’t have you looking anything less than perfect by the pool.">> She guides you to sit on the plush stool by the vanity, the warm lighting above casting a soft glow over the room. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> begins with your eyes, her skilled hands moving with precision. You watch her in the mirror as she selects a soft black eyeliner, leaning in close as she outlines your eyes with care. <<AlexandraTalk "Keep still, darling.">> She murmurs, her voice low and soothing. The sensation of the eyeliner gliding across your skin feels intimate, her focus entirely on you. When she’s finished with your eyes, she steps back, examining her work with a critical yet approving gaze. <<AlexandraTalk "Beautiful. Now, let’s make it even better.">> She takes her time applying matching black eyeshadow, blending it carefully to create a smoky effect that enhances the vivid blue of your eyes. When she’s satisfied, she moves on to mascara, her fingers steady as she lifts your lashes to new heights. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/MCMakeup.jpg" height=600></div> Once she finishes, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> takes a moment to do her own makeup, replicating the same style she gave you. The symmetry between the two of you is striking, your matching black eye makeup making your shared blue eyes even more mesmerizing. <<AlexandraTalk "There, now we’re a proper pair. What do you think, darling?">> You glance at your reflection, hardly able to believe how flawless you look. <<MCTalk "It’s... amazing. Thank you, Mistress.">> <<AlexandraTalk "Oh, we’re not done yet.">> [[She picks up a sleek tube of lipstick, holding it up with a mischievous glint in her eye.|AndreMeet9][$p=6]] <<elseif $p eq 6>> As <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> holds the sleek tube of lipstick out to you, her gaze is both encouraging and commanding. <<AlexandraTalk "Take it, darling. Let’s see how well you can enhance those already stunning lips.">> You reach for the lipstick, your fingers brushing hers briefly. The weight of it in your hand feels significant, a tool of transformation and identity. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> leans back against the vanity, her expression soft yet watchful, as though she’s gauging your every move. <<AlexandraTalk "Start with the lower lip. A slow, even glide.">> Her voice is soothing but leaves no room for hesitation. You turn toward the mirror, your reflection staring back at you with an expectant gaze. You part your lips slightly and bring the lipstick to your lower lip, following her instructions as best you can. The creamy texture glides on effortlessly, leaving a bold, glossy finish. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/MCMakeup2.jpg" height=600></div> <<AlexandraTalk "Good. Now, press your lips together lightly, then move on to the upper lip.">> You follow her guidance, the act feeling both intimate and empowering. Her presence behind you, her approving smile reflected in the mirror, gives you the courage to continue. When you finish, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> steps closer, inspecting your work. <<AlexandraTalk "Not bad darling. You’ve got a natural shape, but this adds just the right amount of polish.">> She reaches out, using a finger to smooth a slight imperfection, her touch gentle and deliberate. Her gaze lingers on your lips for a moment before she smiles. <<AlexandraTalk "You know, your lips are already quite lovely, but a little enhancement could make them truly irresistible.">> Her tone is light and teasing, but there’s a glimmer of seriousness in her words. <<AlexandraTalk "Imagine them just a bit fuller, darling—so pouty and perfect. It would frame that face of yours even better. But for now, this is absolutely stunning.">> Her words stir something inside you—a mix of intrigue and longing. The thought of looking even more perfect in her eyes fills you with an unexpected desire. <<AlexandraTalk "Perfect. Now, don’t you feel even more beautiful?">> You nod, unable to find the words to express the mix of emotions swirling within you. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> gestures for you to stand, and when the two of you face the mirror together, the sight is breathtaking. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/MCMakeup3.jpg" height=500></div> Your matching black eye makeup frames your vivid blue eyes, now more striking than ever. The lipstick adds a pop of color to your features, complementing the subtle enhancements <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> has made. Standing beside her, you can’t help but notice the similarities—the shared elegance, the poise, the femininity radiating from both of you. But as your eyes linger on your own reflection, a thought sneaks into your mind, unbidden but undeniable. <mc><i>I look so pretty… like a beautiful girl.</i></mc> The realization hits you like a soft wave, not jarring but inevitable. Your heart flutters, a blend of longing and acceptance stirring deep within. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, as if sensing your inner turmoil, places a hand on your shoulder, her grip both grounding and supportive. <<AlexandraTalk "Come, darling. Let’s make sure everything is perfect for the pool.">> [[She guides you out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom, her touch light but assertive.|AndreMeet9][$p=7]] <<elseif $p eq 7>> As the two of you step inside, the luxurious room feels warm and inviting, the morning sunlight streaming through the tall windows. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> turns to you with a soft smile. <<AlexandraTalk "Did you bring your bikini bottom?">> You nod, reaching into your backpack, your hands brushing against the fabric before pulling it out. You hold it up, the familiar material feeling slightly reassuring. <<MCTalk "Yes, Mistress. Here it is.">> <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> smile broadens, her approval evident in her eyes. <<AlexandraTalk "Good girl. I’m glad you came prepared.">> Her praise sends a small thrill through you, and you stand a little taller, basking in her approval. But just as you begin to feel fully at ease, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> walks over to a drawer, opening it with deliberate grace. <<AlexandraTalk "Now, I had an idea, darling. Something to make you stand out even more this morning.">> Your heart skips a beat as she pulls out a new bikini bottom. It’s smaller than anything you’ve ever worn, made of soft, shimmering light blue fabric that seems almost weightless. The thin straps and minimal coverage leave little to the imagination—it’s unmistakably a thong. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/MCBikini20.jpg" height=500></div> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> holds it up, letting the fabric catch the light as she examines it. <<AlexandraTalk "I picked this out for you after seeing how good you looked in my bikini bottom last time. I wanted to get you something that was just your size, something that would make you not only comfortable but absolutely radiant.">> Her words are warm and full of praise, but your eyes are fixed on the tiny garment in her hands. The idea of wearing it makes your stomach flutter with a mix of excitement and apprehension. <<MCTalk "It’s… it’s beautiful, Mistress. But… it’s so small.">> The hesitation in your voice doesn’t go unnoticed. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> steps closer, her expression soft yet confident, as if she knows exactly how to handle your ambivalence. <<AlexandraTalk "It is small, darling, but haven’t we been here before?">> She says, her tone warm but with a hint of teasing. <<AlexandraTalk "You are wearing that black thong so beautifully under your little waitress skirt, don’t you? I remember how nervous you were at first, but once you had it on, you couldn’t help but admire yourself. And let’s not forget that naughty little selfie you sent Andre.">> <div style="text-align:center"><<if $cafewaitress5choice eq 1>><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/MCPhoto4.jpg" height=500><<elseif $cafewaitress5choice eq 2>><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/MCPhoto5.jpg" height=500><</if>></div> Her words bring a rush of memories—how vulnerable yet exhilarated you felt wearing that thong for the first time, the sense of power it gave you despite your initial hesitation. Your cheeks burn as you recall sending that daring photo to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. But then a jolt of shame strikes you as you realize: <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> must have seen it too. Your eyes flick to hers, searching for judgment, but all you see is playful approval. The shame passes quickly, replaced by the warmth of knowing she admired you. <<AlexandraTalk "You’ve already shown me, and him, how stunning you can look when you embrace this side of yourself. This is just the next step. You’re not hiding under a skirt this time, true, but you’re also not hiding that gorgeous bubble butt of yours. It’s absolutely perfect for this thong, darling. Imagine how beautiful it will look, how it will frame you so flawlessly.">> Her praise sends a shiver down your spine, your reluctance starting to crack under the weight of her unwavering confidence. <<MCTalk "But it’s… so exposed, Mistress.">> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> smiles, her hand brushing gently against your cheek. <<AlexandraTalk "Yes, it is. And that’s exactly why it’s perfect for you. It will showcase everything you’ve worked so hard for—the smoothness of your skin, the feminine curve of your hips, and that delightful bubble butt. Trust me, darling, when Jessica and Andre see you in this, they won’t be able to look away. They’ll see confidence, beauty, and allure. They’ll see you.">> Her words wash over you, her unwavering confidence in you dissolving the last of your resistance. You look down at the delicate garment in your hands, your heart still fluttering with nerves but also with something else—a growing excitement. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> voice lowers, soft and coaxing. <<AlexandraTalk "Put it on, darling. Let me see the real you.">> [[Go to the bathroom.|AndreMeet9][$p=8]] <<elseif $p eq 8>> Your breath catches in your throat as you nod, stepping toward the bathroom where the two of you had just been perfecting your makeup. The light blue thong bikini bottom feels almost weightless in your hands, yet its presence is monumental, a tangible symbol of your journey into a feminized self. Inside the bathroom, the mirror greets you with your own reflection: your lips painted a perfect shade of red, your eyeliner sharp, and your expression a mix of apprehension and growing excitement. You close the door behind you and begin to undress, peeling away the soft fabric of your casual clothes until you’re completely bare, save for the cage snugly encasing your 2-inch soft clit. The air is cool against your skin, heightening your awareness of your body. You pick up the delicate thong bikini bottom, letting the silky fabric slide through your fingers before stepping into it. One foot, then the other, and slowly, you pull it up your legs. The light blue fabric feels exquisite against your smooth skin, hugging your hips and settling into place with a gentle snap. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/MCBikini8.jpg" height=500></div> You turn to the mirror, your heart racing as you take in the sight. The thong is minimal, its thin straps sitting high on your hips, emphasizing their curve. The back disappears between your cheeks, leaving your bubble butt framed perfectly. Your hands instinctively adjust the front, carefully tucking so that your caged clit is hidden. You tug slightly at the fabric to ensure everything is smooth and seamless, just as <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> would want. Stepping back from the mirror, you pause to take in your reflection fully. A flatchested sissy stares back at you—small, slender, sexy, and shyly confident. Your body looks feminine, almost delicate, yet there’s an undeniable allure in the way the thong accentuates your smooth belly, narrow hips, and pert backside. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/MCBikini7.jpg" height=500></div> Your hands roam your own body, starting at your belly, where your fingers trace soft, subtle lines. They glide over your hips, feeling the way the fabric hugs your curves, then move upward to your lower chest. You linger there for a moment, palms brushing against the smooth, flat skin. A wave of pride and excitement washes over you. The reflection in the mirror doesn’t just show a sissy; it shows someone who is beginning to embrace herself, who is finding joy in her transformation. [[Go back to the bedroom.|AndreMeet9][$p=10]] [[Admire yourself more.|AndreMeet9][$p=9]] <<elseif $p eq 9>> You pause, your eyes lingering on the image staring back at you, the light blue thong framing your slender body perfectly. You take a step closer to the mirror and turn slightly to the side, catching a glimpse of your back. Your pert bubble butt is on full display, the thong highlighting its roundness in a way that makes your heart flutter. You let out a soft, almost disbelieving sigh. Turning further, you crane your neck to see yourself fully, appreciating how every hour at the gym has contributed to the feminine, sexy figure staring back at you. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/MCBikini6.jpg" height=500></div> Unable to resist, you lift your right hand and slide your thumb under the thin string of the thong at your hip. You pose for the mirror, your body tilting just enough to accentuate your curves. Your lips curl into a soft smile as you admire the way the thong clings to your hips, the way it disappears between your cheeks. <mc><i>God, I look so good.</i></mc> <<set $stress -=20>><<Stress>> The thought feels daring, almost defiant. You shift your position again, this time bringing your left hand to your ass. Your fingers graze the smooth, firm skin, your palm resting lightly on the curve of one cheek. A small thrill runs through you at the sensation, at how perfect it feels in your hand. For a fleeting moment, your mind drifts back to your pre-feminization days. You’d never felt this kind of pride in your body before, not when you were trying to present yourself as a man. Nothing had ever felt right then and you weren't even aware of it. Standing here, in a tiny thong bikini bottom, you feel more like yourself than you ever have. [[Go back to the bedroom.|AndreMeet9][$p=10]] <<elseif $p eq 10>> You smile softly, adjusting the thong one last time before stepping away from the mirror. With your confidence bolstered, you open the bathroom door and step back into the bedroom. You smile softly, adjusting the thong one last time before stepping away from the mirror. With your confidence bolstered, you open the bathroom door and step back into the bedroom. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> is seated on the edge of the bed, her elegant posture making even this casual act appear deliberate. She’s slipping her feet into a pair of silver open-toe high heels, the delicate straps wrapping around her ankles and shimmering under the soft bedroom light. Her white robe is still tied securely at her waist, the fabric clinging to her voluptuous figure. You pause for a moment, admiring how effortlessly glamorous she looks, before tilting your head curiously. <<MCTalk "Mistress, you haven’t changed yet?">> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> glances up, her lips curling into a soft, knowing smile as she adjusts the final strap of her heel. Standing gracefully, she lets the robe sway lightly around her legs as she takes a step toward you. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Alexandra Pool12.jpg" height=500></div> <<AlexandraTalk "Oh, darling, I’m wearing my bikini under this. But I thought it best for you to shine first when we go downstairs.">> Her words catch you off guard, your cheeks flushing slightly. <<AlexandraTalk "Jessica and Andre will be by the pool, and I want their attention on you. You’ve worked so hard to get to this point, and it’s only right that they see how beautiful, how sexy you’ve become.">> You nod, a mix of gratitude and nervous excitement bubbling within you. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> eyes lower briefly, scanning the light blue thong bikini you’re wearing, her gaze appreciative and appraising. <<AlexandraTalk "And look at you! The way this thong fits, it’s absolutely lovely. You did a perfect job hiding your little cage, darling. Seamless, just as it should be.">> Her praise sends a warm glow through you, and you feel a swell of pride in how you look. <<MCTalk "Thank you, Mistress.">> She smiles, reaching out to take your hand in hers. Her touch is warm and reassuring as she leads you toward the bedroom door. <<AlexandraTalk "Come now. Let’s make an entrance together. Remember, head high, shoulders back, and let them see the confidence I see in you.">> Her words echo in your mind as you walk beside her, the sound of her heels clicking softly against the polished floor. The villa’s interior is cool and serene, the soft lighting casting an almost ethereal glow around the room as you pass through it. As you approach the large glass doors leading to the pool area, Alexandra pauses briefly, her free hand resting lightly on the handle. She turns to you, her gaze steady and filled with pride. <<AlexandraTalk "Are you ready, my darling?">> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> slides the glass door open, and the warm sunlight immediately floods the space, accompanied by the faint sound of water lapping at the pool's edge. Hand in hand, you step out onto the terrace, the radiant morning framing you both in its golden glow. [[You are excited for their reaction!|AndreMeet9][$p=11]] <<elseif $p eq 11>> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> are lounging on chairs near the pool, each with a tall glass of lemonade in hand. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> is the first to notice you, her eyes lighting up as she sets her drink aside and sits up slightly. <<JessicaTalk "Oh my gosh! Look at you!">> Her voice is bright and enthusiastic, her smile wide as she takes in your appearance. <<JessicaTalk "I am loving this new look! The makeup is perfect, and your skin is glowing. You look so... so confident so sexy!">> Her words wash over you, and your cheeks flush as you smile shyly, a mix of pride and gratitude bubbling inside. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> is less outwardly expressive, but his sharp gaze lingers on you for a moment longer than usual. He takes a measured sip of his lemonade before nodding slightly, his voice calm and even. <<AndreTalk "You’ve certainly outdone yourself, little one. Impressive.">> The quiet authority in his tone sends a shiver down your spine, and you straighten your posture instinctively, feeling the weight of his attention. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, still holding your hand, gives it a gentle squeeze before releasing it. She steps aside, her eyes glimmering with pride and mischief. <<AlexandraTalk "Why don’t you give them a little pose, darling? Let them see how truly radiant you are.">> Nervous yet excited, you step closer to the edge of the pool. Standing just a few feet from <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, you turn to face them, letting the sunlight highlight the shimmer of your light blue bikini and the smooth curves of your feminine figure. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/MCBikini9.jpg" height=600></div> One hand rests on your hip, accentuating the gentle curve of your waist, while the other trails down your thigh, your fingers grazing the soft skin. Slowly, you lift your right leg slightly, balancing on your toes, which causes your hips to tilt just enough to give the pose an extra flair of elegance and sensuality. <<JessicaTalk "Oh wow! Look at you, striking a pose like a pro!">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> claps her hands together in delight, her enthusiasm palpable. <<AlexandraTalk "Exquisite, darling. Simply exquisite. That's my sissy girl.">> Even <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> cool demeanor breaks, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he inclines his head. <<AndreTalk "You look beautiful $femname.">> The praise from all three fills you with warmth, and for a moment, the nerves you felt earlier vanish entirely. The admiration in their eyes validates every step of your journey, every small transformation you’ve embraced. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> eyes gleam with mischief as she steps closer to you, placing a hand lightly on your shoulder. Her voice is playful but deliberate, carrying just enough teasing to make your pulse quicken. <<AlexandraTalk "You two think this is impressive? Just wait until you see the real show.">> [[Jessica tilts her head in curiosity, while Mr. Brown’s gaze sharpens slightly, his expression cool and unreadable.|AndreMeet9][$p=12]] <<elseif $p eq 12>> You can’t help but smile, your confidence bolstered by their attention. You take a deep breath, then turn your back to them, revealing the full effect of the light blue thong bikini. The snug fabric highlights the curve of your pert bubble butt, the smooth expanse of skin catching the sunlight in a way that makes it seem to glow. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/MCBikini10.jpg" height=600></div> With a playful flourish, you rise onto your toes again, your legs elongating and your hips tilting just enough to accentuate the shape of your behind. Your hands slide to the front of the bikini, your fingers lightly tugging at the strings as you arch your back slightly, giving both <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> a better view. <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> reaction is immediate and enthusiastic. She practically bounces in her chair, her eyes wide with delight. <<JessicaTalk "Oh my God, $femname, your ass! It looks so perfect!">> Her voice is bubbly and effusive, a mix of genuine admiration and playful teasing. Her gaze lingers on your behind, and you can feel her appreciation like a warm glow. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, on the other hand, remains composed, but his attention is unmistakable. His eyes roam over your bubble butt, his expression betraying a flicker of something deeper—desire, approval, or perhaps both. He doesn’t say a word, but the intensity of his gaze speaks volumes. You notice it, and the realization sends a rush of heat through you, equal parts flattered and flustered. <<AlexandraTalk "See, darling? I told you they’d be impressed.">> Before you can respond, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> steps closer, her presence commanding and intimate all at once. [[She places a hand on your cheek, her fingers warm against your skin, and leans in to plant a lingering kiss on the other cheek.|AndreMeet9][$p=13]] <<elseif $p eq 13>> Just as you begin to relax into her touch, a sharp smack reverberates through the air as her palm lands firmly on your left butt cheek. The sound is both startling and thrilling, and you let out a soft gasp as the sting blossoms into a pleasant warmth. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> doesn’t stop there—her hand lingers, squeezing the firm curve of your bubble butt possessively. <<AlexandraTalk "Now that’s a bubble butt worth showing off. Don’t you agree, everyone?">> Your cheeks flush deeply, not just from the physical sensation but from the knowledge that <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> are watching it all unfold. The playful dominance in <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> actions leaves you feeling vulnerable, yet undeniably aroused. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> claps her hands together, grinning from ear to ear. <<JessicaTalk "I’m in love with your butt! Seriously, $femname, it’s like... getting sexier every time I see it!">> You manage a shy smile, your heart racing as you stand there, exposed and admired. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> hand finally leaves your behind, but the warmth of her touch lingers, both physically and emotionally. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/MCBikini11.jpg" height=600></div> You glance back toward <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. His gaze hasn’t wavered, though his expression remains calm and controlled. Still, there’s an unmistakable heat in his eyes that makes your knees feel weak. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> steps beside you, her arm looping around your waist. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> lets her arm linger around your waist for a moment longer before releasing you with a gentle push. Her voice is warm, almost commanding, as she gestures to the empty lounge chair beside <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. <<AlexandraTalk "Go ahead, darling, take a seat. You’ve earned it.">> You nod quickly, the warmth of her touch still tingling on your skin. Moving with quiet obedience, you settle into the lounge chair, the sensation of the soft fabric against your exposed skin sending another rush of awareness through you. [[Alexandra remains standing, her posture regal and effortlessly commanding.|AndreMeet9][$p=14]] <<elseif $p eq 14>> With a slow, deliberate motion, she unties the sash of her white robe, letting the fabric fall open and slide down her shoulders. The reveal is nothing short of breathtaking. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Alexandra Pool13.jpg" height=600></div> Her white bikini clings perfectly to her voluptuous frame, accentuating every curve. Her ample cleavage draws the eye, the top cutting low enough to give an enticing view of her full, rounded breasts. She rests her right hand casually over her chest, fingers brushing against the smooth skin, as if to draw even more attention to her assets. Her silver open high heels glint in the sunlight, elongating her legs and adding an air of sophistication to her already stunning appearance. <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, sitting nearby in her own white bikini, looks radiant and sexy, her toned body glowing under the sun. But even her beauty seems to pale next to <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> commanding presence. The way <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> stands by the poolside, her makeup flawless and her hair cascading over her shoulders, is enough to steal the attention of everyone there. <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> gaze shifts momentarily to Jessica, but his eyes inevitably return to <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, the admiration in his expression subtle but undeniable. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> laughs lightly, leaning back in her chair as if conceding defeat. <<JessicaTalk "Well, Alexandra, you’ve officially stolen the show. Again.">> <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> lips curve into a knowing smile as she turns toward you. <<AlexandraTalk "It’s not a competition, darling. But thank you.">> Her eyes flick to you, and for a moment, you feel both awed by her beauty and deeply grateful for her attention. <<AlexandraTalk "Would you be a dear and pour me a glass of lemonade?">> The question is rhetorical; you’re already on your feet before she’s finished speaking. <<MCTalk "Of course! I’ll bring one for myself too.">> You move quickly to the other side of the patio where the lemonade pitcher waits on a small table. The walk feels surreal. The sun warms your skin, and the snugness of the thong bikini feels more thrilling than ever. The sensation of the fabric against your hips and the way your toned legs move with each step makes you acutely aware of your own body. As you reach the table, you pause for a moment, glancing back at the group. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, with her radiant presence, commands attention without even trying. <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, her own beauty undeniable, chats flirtily with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, who rests his hand on <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> thigh. A wave of arousal sweeps through you, not just from the sight of them but from the realization of your own place among them. You feel sexy, confident, and... alive. [[The thong feels less like a daring statement and more like a natural extension of your growing confidence.|AndreMeet9][$p=15]] <<elseif $p eq 15>> Pouring two glasses of lemonade, you notice how your fingers tremble slightly—not from nerves but from the sheer excitement of being here, of feeling so good in your own skin. The sun, the company, the attention—it’s intoxicating. Carrying the two glasses of lemonade, you walk back toward the group, the warm sun on your skin and the snug fit of your thong bikini reminding you with every step how much you’re embracing this moment. As you approach, your eyes are drawn to <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. She’s now seated on the edge of the pool, her silver high heels removed and placed neatly to the side. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Alexandra Pool14.jpg" height=500></div> Her long legs stretch gracefully into the shallow water, and her white bikini clings to her curves in a way that seems almost unreal. One arm is braced behind her for support, while the other rests casually on her thigh, her pose effortlessly sensual. The sunlight glints off her damp skin, enhancing her natural allure. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and Mr. Brown sit close together on their lounge chairs, her fingers idly tracing patterns on his arm as they chat softly. <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> hand has moved higher on <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> thigh, their chemistry undeniable. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> notices you and smiles warmly, holding out a hand for the glass you’ve brought her. <<AlexandraTalk "Thank you, darling. Now, come sit with me.">> You hesitate briefly, unsure of where to settle, but <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> pats the edge of the pool next to her. <<AlexandraTalk "Right here, darling.">> Balancing the other glass of lemonade carefully, you move to her side, lowering yourself onto the cool edge of the pool. You don’t let your feet dip into the water, choosing instead to half-sit, half-lie against the smooth stone, propping yourself up on your elbows. The proximity to <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, the warmth of the sun, and the idyllic setting all make your heart race. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/MCBikini12.jpg" height=500></div> She leans in slightly, her lips close to your ear, her voice soft and teasing. <<AlexandraTalk "Take a look, darling. Jessica and Andre are putting on quite a show.">> Curious, you glance over in their direction. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> are no longer simply chatting. Their faces are close, lips moving together in a slow, sensual kiss. <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> hands rest on his chest, her fingers grazing over his muscles, while his hand on her thigh has begun to explore, his touch deliberate and unhurried. [[The sight sends a surge of heat through you, a mix of arousal and awe.|AndreMeet9][$p=16]] <<elseif $p eq 16>> They seem lost in their own world, their connection palpable, and it’s impossible not to feel drawn into the energy between them. <<AlexandraTalk "Beautiful, aren’t they?">> Her voice is soft, tinged with amusement, but there’s a depth to her words that pulls you further into the moment. You nod slightly, unable to take your eyes off <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, who are completely absorbed in one another. Their kisses grow deeper, their hands moving with a deliberate sensuality, tracing each other’s bodies with intimate familiarity. Next to you, <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> presence feels grounding and electrifying at the same time. Her hand moves to rest lightly on your thigh, her fingers brushing the skin just above your knee. The touch is casual, almost innocent, yet it sends a shiver through you, the nearness to your caged clit making your breath hitch. She doesn’t say anything more, letting the quiet sounds of the pool and the couple’s passion fill the space. After what feels like an eternity and only a moment all at once, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> breaks the kiss and pulls back slightly, her cheeks flushed, her eyes bright with excitement. <<JessicaTalk "Whew! It’s so hot out here! I’m going in!">> With that, she gets up from the lounge chair and strides confidently to the pool. Her white bikini gleams in the sunlight, her body moving with a natural, carefree grace. She dips a toe into the water before slipping in fully, the cool splash of her entry sending ripples across the pool's surface. Once submerged, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> lets out a delighted laugh and turns toward you and <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, mischief glinting in her eyes. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Jessica Swimwear15.jpg" height=500></div> <<JessicaTalk "You two look way too comfortable up there!">> Before you can react, she sends a playful splash of water in your direction. The droplets scatter across your skin, cool and refreshing, and you let out a surprised laugh. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, sitting on the edge of the pool with her legs dangling, shifts slightly to avoid the full brunt of <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> next splash. As she moves, she turns slightly, lifting one hip and angling her body just enough to showcase the perfect curve of her thong-clad butt. The movement is natural, almost subconscious, but the result is stunning. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Alexandra Pool15.jpg" height=500></div> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> immediately notices and calls out with playful enthusiasm. <<JessicaTalk "Alexandra, your body should come with a warning sign! Seriously, how is it even real?">> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> smirks, clearly enjoying the attention, and leans back slightly on her hands, accentuating her curves even further. <<AlexandraTalk "Well, some of us just happen to be blessed in all the right places.">> [[Her playful teasing makes your cheeks flush, but it’s impossible to deny the magnetic allure she exudes.|AndreMeet9][$p=17]] <<elseif $p eq 17>> <<JessicaTalk "Blessed, huh? Well, let’s see if I can turn the heat up a little more!">> Without hesitation, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> reaches behind her back and unties her bikini top. With a flourish, she pulls it off and tosses it to the edge of the pool. The tiny white fabric lands with a soft plop near <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, who arches a brow, her smirk widening. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Jessica Swimwear17.jpg" height=500></div> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> is now topless, her boobs on full display as she stands knee-deep in the pool. Her chest glistens with water, droplets trailing over her smooth skin as she sways her hips in a teasing, playful dance. <<JessicaTalk "What do you think? Am I giving off ‘goddess of the pool’ vibes yet?">> She directs her playful energy toward <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, her movements flirty and deliberate. She twists her body, letting her wet hair fall over one shoulder as she sways closer to where he’s seated. The corner of <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> lips quirks upward, his cool gaze following her every move. To add to the spectacle, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> dips her head fully into the water, emerging with her hair slicked back. As she flips it dramatically, water arcs behind her in a dazzling cascade. The sunlight catches the droplets, creating a fleeting rainbow that only enhances the show she’s putting on. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Jessica Swimwear18.jpg" height=500></div> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> chuckles softly, her eyes narrowing slightly but her demeanor remaining composed. <<AlexandraTalk "Oh, darling, you’re certainly not lacking in confidence. Bravo.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> places her hands on her hips, standing tall in the shallow water, her expression triumphant. <<JessicaTalk "Confidence is key, right?">> [[Alexandra rises gracefully from her seat by the pool’s edge, the sunlight highlighting every curve of her voluptuous figure.|AndreMeet9][$p=18]] <<elseif $p eq 18>> With a confident smirk, she reaches behind her neck and unties her white bikini top, letting it fall to the ground without ceremony. Her full, heavy breasts are freed, their sheer size and perfect roundness drawing all eyes to her. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Alexandra Pool16.jpg" height=500></div> You find yourself standing now, having gotten to your feet after the splash and <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> bold display. But nothing prepares you for the sight of <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> bare chest. Even though you’ve seen her like this before, the sheer majesty of her form leaves you breathless. Your jaw drops involuntarily, and you’re unable to tear your gaze away. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> notices your reaction immediately, and her smile deepens with satisfaction. <<AlexandraTalk "My darling, you look like you’ve never seen these before.">> Her teasing tone makes your cheeks flush even deeper, but you can’t help the way your heart races at the sight of her. The effect she has on you is undeniable, and the fact that she knows it—and revels in it—only intensifies the moment. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Jessica Swimwear19.jpg" height=500></div> Meanwhile, on the deeper side of the pool, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> hoists herself up slightly on the pool’s edge, using her arms to push her wet, topless body into view. Her damp hair is slicked back, accentuating her sharp features and smooth skin. She leans forward slightly, water dripping off her chest as her playful, teasing gaze locks onto <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. <<JessicaTalk "Daddy, aren’t you going to join me in the pool?">> Her voice is sweet, almost pleading, but with a sultry edge that makes it clear this is more than just an innocent request. She tilts her head slightly, her eyes sparkling with desire as she beckons him. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, still seated and seemingly unperturbed, allows a small smile to play at his lips. His eyes flicker over <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, then to <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, and finally—much to your surprise—settle briefly on you. The intensity of his gaze sends a shiver down your spine, and you’re sure, though you can’t see it, that his swim shorts must be straining under the weight of his arousal. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> stretches her arms over her head, her bare chest proudly on display, before turning her gaze to you with a playful glint in her eyes. <<AlexandraTalk "This lemonade is lovely, but I think it’s time for something a bit more exciting. Cocktails, perhaps?">> Her tone leaves no room for debate, and though she phrases it as a suggestion, you know better—it’s an order. <<MCTalk "Of course, Mistress.">> [[You immediately step forward, eager to follow her lead.|AndreMeet9][$p=19]] <<elseif $p eq 19>> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> rises to her full height, adjusting her thong bottoms slightly, and begins walking toward the glass doors that lead back into the villa. The sway of her hips is mesmerizing, her confidence radiating with every step. You fall into step behind her, your eyes inadvertently drawn to her perfectly sculpted rear, framed so tantalizingly by the thin straps of her thong. You force yourself to look away, focusing instead on the ground ahead, though it’s a losing battle. Just before stepping inside, curiosity overtakes you, and you glance back toward the pool. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> has her arms around <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> neck as he descends into the water, their playful laughter ringing out in the sun-drenched air. Your gaze lingers for a moment before drifting downward. The sight of your own thong-clad bottom catches your attention, and you realize the dampness spreading slightly across the fabric. Heat rushes to your cheeks as you quickly avert your eyes, embarrassed but undeniably turned on by the intensity of the scene. Turning back, you see <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> disappearing through the door, and you hasten to follow her. The cool air inside the villa is a stark contrast to the heat outside, but it does little to temper the flush of arousal on your skin. The kitchen is bathed in soft natural light filtering through the large windows, the contrast between the cool air inside and the heat outside adding a tantalizing edge to the moment. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> commanding presence fills the space, and even as she casually pulls out ingredients from the cabinets, you can’t help but feel a deep sense of anticipation. <<AlexandraTalk "Alright, darling. A proper wine spritzer is an art form. Watch and learn.">> Her voice is low and teasing, sending a ripple of excitement through you as you nod, stepping toward the fridge. The chill rushes out as you open the door, washing over your heated body and sending goosebumps along your exposed skin. The sensation of the cool air against your thighs and bare midsection is sensational, a stark yet thrilling contrast to the heat building within you. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/MCBikini13.jpg" height=500></div> You take a deep breath to steady yourself, pulling out a bottle of chilled white wine and a canister of sparkling water. The simple act feels oddly surreal, a domestic chore made exhilarating by the fact that you’re standing here in a light blue thong, your body on display, with <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> topless beside you. Placing the ingredients on the counter, you glance up at <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, who leans casually against the edge, her full breasts exposed, her posture exuding confidence. <<AlexandraTalk "Good girl. Now grab the glasses from that cabinet.">> You move to comply, retrieving four glasses and setting them neatly on the counter. Your hands tremble slightly—not from nerves but from the electric energy coursing through you. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> steps closer, her presence like a magnet, as she places a hand gently on your lower back to guide you. <<AlexandraTalk "Pour the wine first—just about halfway. We want balance, darling, not a flood.">> You do as instructed, focusing intently on the task, though your awareness of <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> closeness is overwhelming. The warmth of her hand on your back feels like a brand, and your clit strains against the pink chastity cage beneath your thong, throbbing with need. As you begin to top off the glasses with sparkling water, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> moves behind you, her hands coming to rest lightly on your hips. Her touch is electric, her fingers brushing against your skin with an almost possessive tenderness. <<AlexandraTalk "Good, darling, but don’t rush. Precision is key.">> Her voice is right by your ear now, low and intimate. You feel her body press against yours, her full, soft breasts brushing against your back through your brunette hair. [[The sensation is mind-breaking—every nerve in your body feels alive, every touch igniting a fire deep within you.|AndreMeet9][$p=20]] <<elseif $p eq 20>> Your breathing hitches, and you grip the glass in your hand tightly, trying to focus. The coolness of the sparkling water contrasts sharply with the heat radiating from <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> body behind you. <<AlexandraTalk "See? A perfect balance of flavors, just like us.">> Her words are teasing yet weighted, and you can barely suppress the moan that threatens to escape your lips as her touch lingers. You place the final glass on the counter, your legs trembling slightly as you fight to keep your composure. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Alexandra Pool17.jpg" height=500></div> As you finish placing the last glass of the spritzer on the counter, <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> hands, still on your hips, tighten slightly, turning you effortlessly to face her. The movement is slow, deliberate, and you comply without hesitation. The counter presses against your back, and you realize there’s no escape as <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> steps closer. Her voluptuous form towers over you slightly, her soft, round breasts nearly brushing your flat chest. The heat radiating from her body is palpable, an irresistible force pulling you deeper into her presence. You swallow hard, your breath catching as her gaze locks onto yours, equal parts commanding and sensual. <<AlexandraTalk "You’ve done so well, darling. Now let me reward you.">> Her voice is a low murmur, and before you can respond, her lips claim yours. The kiss is slow and unhurried, each movement of her mouth deliberate and tantalizing. Her hands slide up from your hips, caressing the curve of your waist, fingers trailing lightly over your back. The sensation sends shivers coursing through your body, and your knees feel weak. Her lips are soft yet demanding, her dominance unspoken but undeniable. Your own lips part instinctively, and you melt into her, surrendering completely to the intoxicating intimacy. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> deepens the kiss, her hands exploring your sissy frame, one hand gliding along your side while the other settles on the small of your back. Her body presses against yours just enough for you to feel the weight of her presence. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Alexandra Pool18.jpg" height=500></div> She breaks the kiss briefly, only to trail her lips along your jawline and down your neck. Her warm breath and the gentle suckling of her mouth against your skin make your head tilt back, giving her better access. Each kiss, each nip, sends waves of pleasure coursing through you, and the strain of your clit against the pink chastity cage becomes unbearable. Her name escapes your lips in a soft, breathless whisper as her hands slide lower, stopping just shy of your trembling thighs. The sensations overwhelm you, and you feel completely feminine, as though two passionate women are entwined in a forbidden moment. Finally, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> pulls back, her lips red and slightly swollen from the kiss. Her gaze is filled with a mix of satisfaction and mischief as she takes in your dazed expression. <<AlexandraTalk "Look at you, darling. Your makeup’s all smeared. Can’t have that, can we?">> She reaches up, her thumb gently swiping at the smudged eyeliner near the corner of your eye. The gesture is intimate and teasing, her eyes never leaving yours. Then, her gaze drops to your bikini bottom, where a visible wet spot betrays your arousal. Her smirk deepens as she tilts your chin up to meet her eyes. <<AlexandraTalk "My, my... Someone’s having a very good time. You’re just too cute when you’re all worked up like this.">> Your cheeks burn with embarrassment and arousal, but the warmth of her teasing tone makes you feel strangely proud. As <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> steps back, giving you room to breathe, you’re left standing there, your body trembling and your heart racing, fully aware of the control she has over you. <<AlexandraTalk "Be a darling and grab the tray. Let’s not keep them waiting.">> Nodding quickly, you pick up the tray, feeling the cool condensation of the glasses against your hands. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> steps ahead, leading the way back to the pool. The sway of her hips in her thong as she walks is mesmerizing, and you have to remind yourself to focus on balancing the tray. [[Balancing the tray of cocktails, you follow Alexandra back to the pool area.|AndreMeet9][$p=21]] <<elseif $p eq 21>> As you step outside, the bright sunlight immediately warms your skin, but what greets you next sends a rush of heat through your entire body. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/AndreBBC3.jpg" height=500></div> <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> stands by the pool’s edge, casually adjusting his swim shorts. For a fleeting moment, you catch sight of his massive dark erection, the sheer size and girth making your breath hitch. He pulls his swim shorts back into place without a hint of embarrassment, as though the moment was as natural as any other. Your gaze flickers to <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, who is still in the pool. Her topless body glistens in the sun, her movements languid as she leans against the edge. Her eyes meet yours, and she smiles—a knowing, teasing smile that sends a jolt of arousal through you. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Jessica Swimwear20.jpg" height=500></div> It’s then that you notice the faint sheen on her lips, unmistakably evidence of what transpired while you were inside with <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. The realization strikes you hard: <jessica>Jessica</jessica> had made <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> cum in her mouth, her boldness and sensuality on full display. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> pauses beside you, her sharp eyes taking in the scene with an amused smile. She places a hand lightly on your shoulder, her presence grounding you despite the whirlwind of emotions surging through your body. <<AlexandraTalk "Well, well... You two look like you had more fun than we did.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> giggles, licking the remaining semen form her lips before dipping into the water. Balancing the tray, you stand frozen in place, every nerve in your body buzzing as <jessica>Jessica</jessica> giggles, licking the last remnants of <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> cucm from her lips with an unapologetically sensual flick of her tongue. The sight is both shocking and electrifying. Then, as if nothing happened, she dips back into the pool, her laughter ringing like a bell. <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> deep, commanding voice cuts through the moment, drawing your attention. <<AndreTalk "Jessica, her obedience, her enthusiasm—it’s rare. She’s a natural. If she keeps this up, soon she will get what she wants.">> [[His words carry a weight that sends your heart racing, each syllable sinking deep into your chest.|AndreMeet9][$p=22]] <<elseif $p eq 22>> <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, blissfully unaware, swims leisurely underwater, the water rippling around her topless form. You, on the other hand, feel a wave of heat course through your body at his praise, your arousal spiraling to new heights. The thought of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> fully claiming Jessica—the idea of her earning that ultimate intimacy—fills your mind. It’s thrilling and terrifying, yet undeniably exciting in a way you’ve never experienced. You knew this moment was coming; it had been part of the arrangement. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> as the bull, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> as the submissive partner eager to please him, and you as the sissy cuckold under <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> control. And yet, knowing it and hearing it from Mr. Brown himself ignites something deeper within you—a raw, undeniable hunger for the dynamic unfolding before you. You’re so lost in thought that you almost miss <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> voice, smooth and commanding. <<AlexandraTalk "Darling, I think it’s best if you put the tray down before you drop it.">> Her tone snaps you out of your daze, and you nod quickly, stepping forward to place the tray carefully on the poolside table. The tremble in your hands betrays just how worked up you are, the evidence of your arousal unmistakable in the snug confines of your thong. As you straighten up, Jessica emerges from the pool, water streaming down her toned, glistening body. She grabs a towel, wrapping it loosely around her waist, her hair slicked back and her smile radiant. The sight of her, so composed and carefree after what just transpired, only adds to the surreality of the moment. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/MCBikini14.jpg" height=500></div> As you settle into the lounge chair next to <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre>, the warmth of the sun on your skin does little to soothe the storm raging inside you. Your eyes flicker toward him, drawn almost involuntarily. Even after what just transpired, the bulge in his swim shorts remains undeniably prominent, a testament to his virility and dominance. You try to avert your gaze, but it’s impossible to ignore the magnetic pull. Without a word, <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> shifts closer, his presence radiating authority. His large hand lands on your knee, the weight of it both grounding and electrifying. Slowly, his fingers trail down to your thigh, their heat sending shivers up your spine. Before you can fully process the moment, his hand gently nudges your legs apart, a motion so casual yet so commanding that you can’t help but obey. His sharp gaze drops to the damp spot on your light blue thong, evidence of your arousal. His lips curl into a knowing smirk as he leans in slightly, his deep voice dropping to a whisper. <<AndreTalk "Already wet, and you haven’t even touched the water.">> Your cheeks burn with a mix of shame and excitement, words catching in your throat as his teasing sinks in. <<AndreTalk "Maybe you should cool off in the pool.">> [[The suggestion is laced with authority, leaving little room for argument.|AndreMeet9][$p=23]] <<elseif $p eq 23>> Before you can muster a response, <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> voice cuts through the tension. Her playful tone is both teasing and encouraging, as if she’s been observing the entire exchange. <<AlexandraTalk "That’s a wonderful idea, darling. Go on, enjoy the pool before you head to your shift.">> Her words carry a sense of gentle guidance, reminding you that she’s always been the one nudging you toward new experiences. Reluctantly, yet obediently, you rise from the chair, your legs trembling slightly. As you walk toward the pool’s edge, you feel the eyes of both <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> on you, each step making you hyperaware of the thin fabric of your thong and the dampness beneath it. Standing at the edge of the pool, you hesitate, unsure whether to jump in or take the ladder. The water glimmers invitingly, but your mind swirls with uncertainty. Before your hesitation can take root, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> appears at your side, her hand sliding into yours with an easy familiarity. Her grip is firm yet playful, her smile radiating confidence. <<AlexandraTalk "Don’t overthink it, sweetheart. Just jump.">> Her words are both an encouragement and a reminder of how she’s always been there to push you past your doubts, guiding you with unwavering confidence. You squeeze her hand, feeling a surge of gratitude and trust. Without another moment of hesitation, you follow her lead as the two of you leap into the pool together. The cool water envelops you instantly, washing away your trepidation. As you resurface, <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> laughter fills the air, her joy infectious. You can’t help but laugh along. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/MCBikini15.jpg" height=500></div> The cool water glides over your skin as you and <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> swim, the sensations heightened by the thin fabric of your thong and the snug chastity cage. It’s an entirely new experience, one that feels surprisingly pleasant despite its novelty. The water feels like it’s caressing every part of you, and even the cage, once a source of apprehension, adds an unusual but not unwelcome layer to the sensations. As you both move further away from <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, who are now reclining near the poolside, the sun warming their skin, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> floats closer to you. Her smile is warm and mischievous, her hair slicked back from the water, and her curves seem even more pronounced as the sunlight bounces off the ripples around her. You face each other, treading water just a few feet apart, the intimacy of the moment palpable. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> voice is soft, playful, yet filled with a sense of suggestion that immediately piques your curiosity. <<AlexandraTalk "Have you ever gone skinny dipping, darling?">> The question catches you off guard, and you shake your head, your cheeks heating despite the cool water around you. <mc><i>Skinny dipping? Of course not.</i></mc> <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> grin widens, and before you can ask why, she makes a bold move. With a single smooth motion, she reaches underwater, her hand working at the waistband of her white thong. Moments later, she pulls it free, raising it triumphantly out of the water for you to see. The soaked fabric dangles from her fingers like a trophy, and your pupils dilate as you stare at it, the weight of her actions settling in. <<AlexandraTalk "Well, there’s a first time for everything.">> Her voice is light, but her eyes hold a knowing challenge. You hesitate, your body tensing slightly. <mc><i>This is… a lot.</i></mc> Sensing your resistance, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> closes the distance between you two, her tone shifting to something more reassuring but still undeniably commanding. <<AlexandraTalk "Everyone here has already seen you naked, sweetheart. They’ve seen you in your cage, too. You’re in a safe place—there’s no judgment, only freedom. This is the perfect moment to let go and try something new.">> Her words wrap around you like a safety net, dissolving your hesitation piece by piece. With a deep breath, you nod, your heart pounding as you reach for the waistband of your thong. Your hands tremble slightly, but <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> calm, encouraging smile steadies you. [[Remove your thong!|AndreMeet9][$p=24]] <<elseif $p eq 24>> You work the fabric down your hips and legs, letting it drift away in the water. For the first time, you’re naked in the pool, save for the cage snug against you. The cool water flows against your bare skin, the sensation heightened and almost overwhelming. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> claps her hands lightly, her delight evident. <<AlexandraTalk "There you go! Isn’t it freeing?">> You’re still processing the rush of sensations—the vulnerability, the coolness of the water, the liberating absence of fabric—when <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> swims closer. Her hand brushes yours under the water, her touch soft and grounding. <<AlexandraTalk "See? Nothing to worry about. Just you, me, and the water.">> You can’t help but smile, the novelty of the moment sinking in. You feel exposed but also strangely alive. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Alexandra Pool19.jpg" height=500></div> <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> fingers drift underwater, her touch light and deliberate, tracing over the outline of your cage and teasing your small, sensitive testicles. Each movement sends a ripple of pleasure through you, amplified by the cool water and the sheer intimacy of the act. You gasp softly, your cheeks flushing a deeper shade as she takes her time, her teasing both gentle and firm. <<AlexandraTalk "Look at you, darling. So comfortable, so confident.">> Her praise feels like a warm embrace, and your aroused, submissive smile surfaces without hesitation. You can’t stop yourself from leaning into her touch, your body responding instinctively to her dominance. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> tilts her head slightly, her mischievous smile widening as she observes you. <<AlexandraTalk "And not once have you begged me to unlock you. Such a good sub sissy girl.">> Her words make your heart flutter, and you bite your lip, trying to suppress the wave of arousal that washes over you. She strokes your cage again, and you feel the twitch of your restrained clit, the ache of desire overwhelming yet deeply satisfying. <<AlexandraTalk "Tomorrow night, you’ll have your reward. A proper release for being so obedient.">> The promise sends shivers down your spine, and your clit strains against its confinement. The idea of release, so tantalizingly close yet just out of reach, leaves you breathless. Before you can even begin to process her words, <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> fingers still, resting lightly against you. She leans closer, her lips near your ear. <<AlexandraTalk "Now, my darling sissy, are you ready to have a little fun? Let’s tease Jessica and Mr. Brown together.">> Her mischievous smile and the glint in her eyes leave no doubt about her intentions. You feel the heat rise in your cheeks again, but you nod, the word slipping from your lips almost automatically. <<MCTalk "Yes, Mistress.">> Your voice is soft but resolute, your submission complete as her influence envelopes you entirely. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> hand lingers for just a moment longer before she pulls back, her confidence and authority palpable as she prepares to lead the way. [[Follow Alexandra's lead.|AndreMeet9][$p=25]] <<elseif $p eq 25>> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> and you gracefully swim toward the shallow stepped section of the pool, <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> every movement exuding confidence and sensuality. Reaching the edge, she rises partially from the water, her wet, glistening curves catching the sunlight. She places her hands firmly on the pool’s edge, her chest pushed together. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Alexandra Pool20.jpg" height=500></div> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, lounging on their chairs, both glance toward her, their casual conversation faltering as they notice her complete nudity. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> smirks, clearly enjoying the attention. <<AlexandraTalk "We decided to try a little skinny-dipping. It’s liberating, don’t you think?">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> giggles softly, her cheeks pink with amusement, while <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> expression remains calm, though his gaze lingers on <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> with unmistakable admiration. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> sits up slightly, leaning forward with a teasing grin. <<JessicaTalk "Looks like you two are having lots of fun. I should’ve guessed.">> <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> laughter is warm and inviting, the kind that pulls everyone into her orbit. As the conversation flows, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> glances back toward you, still submerged in the water. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/MCBikini16.jpg" height=500></div> <<AlexandraTalk "Come on, sweetheart. Don’t be shy.">> You hesitate, your heart pounding as the reality of your complete nudity beneath the sun hits you. The thought of exposing your chastity cage to their gazes makes your chest tighten, even though you know they’ve already seen it before. <<MCTalk "I... I’m fine here, Mistress.">> [[Your voice wavers slightly, a mix of nervousness and excitement.|AndreMeet9][$p=26]] <<elseif $p eq 26>> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> doesn’t press, but her knowing smile encourages you to take a step forward, metaphorically if not literally. Instead of following her to the stepped area, you find another way to participate. You lift yourself just enough for your torso and butt to rise above the water, you feel a mix of cool air and sunlight on your skin. The sensation is new, exhilarating, and deeply vulnerable. For a moment, you wonder if anyone notices the strategic way you’ve kept your lower half hidden behind the pool’s edge, but that thought vanishes as <jessica>Jessica</jessica> speaks up. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/MCBikini17.jpg" height=500></div> <<JessicaTalk "Wow, there's my favorite bubble butt!">> Her tone is playful, but the comment lands like a lightning bolt, sending warmth rushing to your cheeks. You glance over at her, finding her smiling with mischief. Before you can muster a reply, <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> chimes in, his deep voice carrying a note of approval. <<AndreTalk "Bubble indeed. You can have the perfect heart shaped ass if you put your mind into it little one.">> Your face burns hotter, the mix of embarrassment and an odd pride swirling together. You know they’re teasing, but the genuine appreciation in their voices stirs something deeper, a kind of validation, even in the midst of your shyness. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> chooses that moment to fully step out of the pool, the water cascading down her flawless, nude figure. She grabs a towel and begins drying herself with an unhurried elegance that draws everyone’s gaze, including yours. You glance around, looking for the light blue bikini thong you had been wearing yet it is not in the pool or anywhere at sight. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> notices your fidgeting as she drapes the towel over her shoulders. <<AlexandraTalk "Looking for these?">> She gestures to the other side of the pool where the thongs rest neatly on the edge, far from where you are. <<AlexandraTalk "Come on out. The towels are right here. Don’t be shy.">> You swallow hard, your body freezing in place as you weigh the thought of stepping out of the water completely naked, with your caged clit in full view. Before you can respond, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> steps forward, unwrapping the towel from her waist and tossing it onto her chair. <<JessicaTalk "Oh, come on, babe. We’ve all seen your little clit. Don’t be shy now. Just come out.">> Her playful challenge hangs in the air as she stands confidently, her posture both inviting and teasing. Her grin is wide, her eyes sparkling with amusement, but there’s also an undertone of encouragement. As you linger in the water, your hesitation growing with each passing moment, <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> rises from his lounge chair. His towering presence commands attention, and even <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> playful teasing falters as he steps toward her. Without a word, he reaches out and gives her white thong-clad ass a sharp but playful spank. <<AndreTalk "If you’re going to tease her, you’d better back it up. Lose the bikini bottom and support your sissy girlfriend.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> gasps, her cheeks flushing slightly, though her grin doesn’t waver. Her gaze flits to you, then back to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, before she playfully pouts and wiggles her hips. <<JessicaTalk "Yes, Daddy.">> Her words are laced with humor and submission as she hooks her thumbs into the sides of her bikini bottom. In one swift motion, she slides it down her legs and steps out of it, tossing it onto her chair. Completely nude now, she turns to you, her confidence radiating as she stands tall. <<JessicaTalk "See? Now you’re not alone, babe. All us girls are naked. Come on out.">> Her tone is softer this time, the playful edge tempered by genuine warmth. You glance at <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, who crosses his arms over his broad chest, his gaze steady but not unkind. <<AndreTalk "Come on, little one. Out you go. No need to hide.">> The weight of his words settles over you, firm but reassuring. It’s as if his voice carries an unspoken promise—that stepping out of the water, out of your comfort zone, is the right thing to do. [[Get out of the pool naked.|AndreMeet9][$p=27]] <<elseif $p eq 27>> Taking a deep breath, you ascend the steps, water cascading down your bare skin as you emerge from the pool. The cool air prickles your body, but instead of focusing on the vulnerability, you feel an unexpected surge of pride. The sunlight dances off the cage around your little clitty. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/MCBikini18.jpg" height=500></div> You glance down at yourself, at your smooth, feminine curves and the way your hips sway slightly with each step. A sense of acceptance washes over you, stronger than the nerves. This is your body, your femininity, and it feels good to own it. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> approaches you, her nude figure glowing in the sunlight, and she takes your hand in hers. Her smile is radiant, and when her fingers intertwine with yours, it feels like a silent affirmation of your journey. <<JessicaTalk "There we go. Doesn’t that feel better?">> <<MCTalk "It does.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/MCBikini19.jpg" height=500></div> Hand in hand, the two of you walk toward the lounge chairs, where <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> and <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> are waiting. With each step, your confidence grows. Standing next to <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, you feel feminine, radiant, and wholly yourself. The shyness that once held you back is nowhere to be found, replaced by pride in your femboy body. As you reach the chairs, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> gives you an approving look, her gaze warm and full of pride. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> watches you, nodding slightly as if acknowledging your courage. You notice his eyes following your feminine hips and legs. <<AlexandraTalk "Well done, darling. You’re glowing.">> Her words settle warmly in your chest, you feel a sense of pride not just in your appearance but in your willingness to embrace this side of yourself. You smile softly at her, then grab a towel, wrapping yourself in its soft embrace as you begin drying off. As you finish toweling off, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> approaches you, her steps graceful and deliberate. <<AlexandraTalk "It’s almost time for your shift, darling. We need to get you ready.">> You glance at the horizon, realizing how quickly the time has slipped by. <<MCTalk "Oh, I lost track of time. I’m so sorry.">> She waves a hand dismissively, her expression serene. <<AlexandraTalk "No need to apologize. Let’s get you sorted so you’re not late. Follow me.">> Before you can respond, <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> speaks up, his tone casual but firm. <<AndreTalk "Jessica, you should head out too. I’d like some alone time with Alexandra.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> glances at <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, her lips curling into a playful smile. <<JessicaTalk "Yes, Daddy.">> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> chuckles softly before giving <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> a knowing smile. Then, she turns, gesturing for you to follow her as she leads the way back toward the villa. [[Follow Alexandra in.|AndreMeet9][$p=28]] <<elseif $p eq 28>> The walk inside is quiet, the sound of your bare feet padding softly against the cool tiles. The air is cooler indoors, brushing against your still-damp skin. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> doesn’t bother wrapping herself in a towel, her nude form completely at ease as she walks ahead of you. You can’t help but marvel at her confidence as the two of you step into the bedroom where your clothes are laid out. The quiet envelops you both as you step into the bedroom. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> moves with effortless grace, her nude form illuminated softly by the sunlight streaming through the windows. She exudes an aura of confidence so natural it feels almost otherworldly. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Alexandra Pool18.jpg" height=500></div> You hesitate near the doorway, unsure whether to speak or simply watch as she reaches for a towel to pat the remaining water from her skin. Without looking up, she breaks the silence. <<AlexandraTalk "Do I look confident to you, darling?">> You blink at the question, taken aback by its simplicity. <<MCTalk "Confident? Of course, Mistress. You’re... you’re the most confident woman I’ve ever seen.">> She turns to face you fully now, her expression thoughtful, as though weighing her next words. <<AlexandraTalk "And do I look happy in my own body?">> You falter, unsure how to answer. It seems like such an obvious question—of course she does. How could someone so breathtakingly beautiful feel anything but at ease with herself? <<MCTalk "I mean... yeah. You’re... you’re one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. Why would you even ask that?">> Her lips curve into a faint smile, but there’s something wistful in her eyes. She steps closer, her movements slow and deliberate, as if pulling back a curtain on a part of herself she rarely shows. <<AlexandraTalk "It wasn’t always this way, you know.">> You frown slightly, confused. <<MCTalk "What do you mean?">> She takes a breath, her gaze shifting to the floor for a moment before meeting yours again. <<AlexandraTalk "When I was younger—when I was a teenager—I hated my body. Especially my breasts.">> The vulnerability in her voice surprises you, as does the confession itself. <<AlexandraTalk "I got them early, much earlier than any of my friends. At first, I didn’t understand why it made me feel so... off. But as time went on, I realized. They made me stand out in ways I didn’t want to.">> Her arms cross loosely over her chest, not to shield herself but as if to hold something heavy. <<AlexandraTalk "I felt... defected. Ashamed. My body betrayed me, turned me into something I didn’t want to be. And it wasn’t just me noticing. Men noticed. Grown men.">> Her voice hardens slightly, though it’s clear she’s not angry at you. <<AlexandraTalk "They stared, even when I was just a child. Their eyes... it was like I was stripped bare no matter what I wore. I didn’t want to be seen like that.">> You feel your chest tighten, a lump forming in your throat as her words sink in. <<AlexandraTalk "I started covering myself. Oversized shirts, high collars. I didn’t show a hint of cleavage for years. And even then, it didn’t feel like enough. I thought if I hid myself well enough, I’d stop feeling so exposed.">> Her arms drop, and she takes another step closer, her gaze softening. <<AlexandraTalk "But hiding didn’t fix it. It didn’t make the stares go away or the feelings of shame any less suffocating.">> [[You want to say something, to comfort her, but the weight of her story keeps you silent.|AndreMeet9][$p=29]] <<elseif $p eq 29>> <<AlexandraTalk "It took years, darling. Therapy, fitness, learning to love myself, piece by piece. I started seeing my body not as a burden but as a part of who I am. These—" >> She gestures briefly to her chest, her tone lighter but still heartfelt, <<AlexandraTalk "—used to feel like a curse. Now? They’re my strength. And honestly I love playing with them.">> Her eyes remain locked with yours, her warmth radiating like a gentle fire, melting away your residual hesitations. <<AlexandraTalk "And that includes your little clitty, darling. It’s not a flaw or a limitation. It’s simply part of who you are—just like my breasts, just like every curve, every detail of this body I’ve learned to love.">> Your gaze drops to the floor, heat rising to your cheeks. You’ve spent so much time feeling small, inadequate—especially in moments of intimacy with <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. <<AlexandraTalk "I want you to understand something, $femname. Your clitty doesn’t define your worth, nor your ability to give or receive pleasure. It’s not your primary source of connection or joy.">> You blink, her words both surprising and confusing. <<MCTalk "Then... what is?">> Her smile softens even further, and she steps closer, close enough that you can feel the gentle heat of her skin. <<AlexandraTalk "Your body, darling. All of it. Your mind, your touch. Pleasure isn’t tied to one single part of you. And once you understand that, once you embrace it, you’ll never feel shy to show your clit again. You’ll experience pleasures you didn’t even know existed.">> Her voice is soothing, like a balm to wounds you hadn’t even realized were still raw. The idea of not feeling shame, of finding joy and fulfillment in all parts of yourself, feels liberating. Your chest tightens as her words sink in, but it isn’t discomfort—it’s relief. A tear slips down your cheek, and before you can stop yourself, you step forward and wrap your arms around her. The embrace is intimate but not sexual, a pure connection. You feel the warmth of her body against yours, the steady rhythm of her breath. Her hands slide gently up your back, holding you in a way that feels both protective and affirming. <<MCTalk "Thank you, Mistres. For trusting me enough to tell me these. For guiding and being with me.,">> You whisper, your voice trembling with emotion. Her arms tighten slightly, her cheek resting lightly against yours. <<AlexandraTalk "You’re welcome, darling. You’re on the right path. I’m proud of you.">> The sincerity in her voice wraps around you, soothing your insecurities. After a moment, she leans back, just enough to meet your eyes again, her expression soft but serious. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra17.jpg" height=500></div> <<AlexandraTalk "When the time comes, I want you to trust me, $femname. Trust me to guide you, to help you fully experience the pleasures your body can offer.">> You blink, her words striking a delicate chord within you. There’s no pressure, no demand, only an invitation laced with care and understanding. <<MCTalk "I... I’ll try, Mistress.">> Her lips curve into a reassuring smile as she brushes a strand of hair from your face. <<AlexandraTalk "That’s all I ask, darling. Trust takes time, and so does this journey. But when you’re ready, you’ll see that there’s so much more waiting for you.">> Her words linger in the air, filled with promise and something deeper—a sense of safety. As she steps back, giving you space to collect yourself, you feel a renewed sense of connection and a tentative but growing trust in her guidance. As the moment settles, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> steps back, her hands lingering briefly on your arms before letting go. <<AlexandraTalk "Now, darling, let’s get you dressed and send you into your shift.">> You nod, the warmth of her words still resonating within you. Turning toward your neatly folded clothes on a nearby chair, you start to dress up. <<AlexandraTalk "Shall we?">> [[Go Downstairs.|AndreMeet9][$p=30]] <<elseif $p eq 30>> You follow her down the winding staircase, the morning sunlight filtering through the villa’s large windows, casting warm patterns across the walls. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> stands in the living room, now dressed in casual home attire. His broad shoulders fill out a simple polo shirt, and his easy smile greets you as you and <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> approach. <<AndreTalk "Jessica already left. She said to tell you goodbye and that she’d see you later.">> <<MCTalk "Thank you, Mr. Brown.">> You glance between the two of them, a shy but genuine smile on your lips. <<MCTalk "And thank you both for this morning. It was... lovely.">> <<AlexandraTalk "You’re welcome, darling. See you tomorrow.">> <<AndreTalk "Take care, $femname. It’s always a pleasure having you here.">> You nod, offering a final smile before stepping toward the door. [[Leave the Villa.|AndreMeet9][$p=31]] <<elseif $p eq 31>> The rhythmic sound of your footsteps on the pavement fills the quiet as you make your way toward the bus stop. The events of the morning replay in your mind, each moment vivid and layered with emotions. <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> playful laughter echoes faintly in your thoughts, but it’s quickly overtaken by the image of her swallowing <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> cum from her lips. Your thoughts shift to the pool, the moment when <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> coaxed you into skinny-dipping. The water had been cool against your skin, but it was her words that truly made you feel exposed—not in a vulnerable way, but in a way that made you question why you’d been so hesitant in the first place. <alexandra>"Your clitty doesn’t define your worth, nor your ability to give or receive pleasure. It’s not your primary source of connection or joy."</alexandra> The phrase lingers, carrying a weight you can’t quite unpack. What could she mean by that? Was it a metaphor? A way to make you feel better? You’re not entirely sure, but the sentiment sticks with you. It’s a strange kind of comfort, one that feels more profound the longer you dwell on it. The thought drifts to the way everyone looked at you when you wore the thong bikini earlier. At first, you had been so self-conscious, hesitant to step out into the sunlight, but as the morning went on, something changed. Standing there, the sun warm on your skin, you felt... proud. Proud of your bubble butt, the way the thong highlighted it. <<FemininityIncrease 1>> <fem>After growing accustomed to wearing thongs discreetly beneath your waitress skirt, you now feel confident and excited about incorporating them into your everyday wardrobe.</fem> <<link[[Go to Work.|Downtown Venue]]>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $p to 1>><<set $andrequest to 9>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> You step into the staff room of Amorous Whims, slipping on your black mini-pencil skirt with practiced ease. The soft fabric clings to your hips, and you adjust the black thong beneath to sit comfortably. Next, you pull on your crisp white shirt, tucking it neatly into the skirt's waistband, and smooth out the fabric. The delicate lace tops of your black stockings peek out faintly beneath the hem of the skirt as you slide your feet into the sleek black heels. You give your appearance one last check in the mirror, brushing a hand through your hair and making sure everything looks perfect. The faint pressure of the chastity cage beneath your uniform serves as a quiet reminder of your boundaries, grounding you as you step into the café’s luxurious interior. The soft hum of conversation and clinking cups greets you, accompanied by the rich scent of espresso and baked goods. The evening crowd is sparse yet elegant—well-dressed guests savoring their drinks and desserts. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/AWWork8.jpg" height=500></div> You move with grace between the tables, offering polite smiles and attentive service. As the rush slows down, you notice a man seated near the corner by the window. He’s older, with a kind face and salt-and-pepper hair, dressed in a loose scarf and jacket. A sketchbook lies open in front of him, and his hand moves swiftly across the page with a pencil. [[Curious, you approach his table with a soft smile.|CafeWaitress9][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> <<MCTalk "Good evening, sir. Can I get you anything else?">> He looks up, his sharp eyes sparkling with warmth. <b>"Oh, no, thank you. Just a refill of this tea, if you don’t mind. And if you could hold still for a moment..."</b> You blink, confused, but follow his gaze to the sketchpad. Realization dawns, and your cheeks flush. <<MCTalk "Are you drawing me?">> He chuckles. <b>"Guilty as charged. You have such a graceful presence. I couldn’t resist capturing it." </b> You stand a little straighter, heat spreading to your ears. <<MCTalk "I’m flattered.">> He holds up a hand, gesturing for you to stay. <b> "Almost finished. Just give me one more minute."</b> As he adds the final touches, you glance around, ensuring no one else needs your attention. When he’s done, he carefully tears the page from his book and slides it across the table toward you. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/MCSketch.jpg" height=600></div> The sketch is stunning—a delicate portrayal of you in your uniform, every detail of the pencil strokes capturing the way the fabric hugs your form and the way you carry yourself with poise. Your posture radiates confidence... <<MCTalk "Oh my gosh, it’s beautiful...">> The artist smiles, pleased with your reaction. <b>"Consider it a small thank-you for the impeccable service. You make this place feel special."</b> Your heart swells with pride as you clutch the drawing to your chest, a genuine smile spreading across your face. <<MCTalk "Thank you so much. This means a lot.">> <b>"You’re welcome, my dear. Keep it—it’s yours."</b> You nod, almost overwhelmed with gratitude. <<MCTalk "I will. Thank you again. I’ll be right back with your tea.">> You carefully tuck the sketch away, your mood lifted as you head to the counter. The admiration in his words and the beauty of the drawing linger with you, filling you with a new sense of confidence as you continue your shift. Once the evening comes to an end your shift ends and you get your pay. <<link[[Leave the Hotel.|Downtown Venue]]>> <<set $awquest to 15>><<set $p to 1>> <<set $money += 270>> <<set $time += 1>> <<TimeDay>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> You step into the staff room of Amorous Whims, adjusting your uniform for the evening shift. The black mini-pencil skirt hugs your hips perfectly, and the crisp white shirt is neatly tucked in, accentuating your figure. You slip on your black stockings and step into your heels, the soft click against the tiled floor filling the small room. Taking a deep breath, you glance at yourself in the mirror, running your fingers through your hair to ensure everything looks perfect. The chastity cage beneath your uniform is a subtle, ever-present reminder of your circumstances, but it no longer distracts you as much as it once did. The café is calm tonight, the warm, golden lighting casting a serene glow over the tables. The gentle hum of conversation blends with the clinking of cups and plates as you move gracefully between the guests. It’s a regular evening—polite smiles, taking orders, refilling drinks. By the time the shift is halfway through, you’ve settled into the rhythm, your thoughts focused on completing the night smoothly. But then, as you place an empty tray on the counter, the door opens, and a pair of men walk in. You don’t notice them at first as they stride to a table in the corner, their casual suits sharp and tailored. One of the men chuckles at something the other says, their low voices drawing a glance from the other patrons. And then you see him. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Darius.jpg" height=600></div> <darius>Darius!</darius> Your breath catches in your throat, and your body stiffens as if someone has poured ice water over you. His broad frame and unmistakable tattoos instantly pull you back to memories you’ve tried to bury. His presence is overwhelming, even seated, as he leans back casually in his chair, exuding confidence and dominance. The fear you felt during your last encounters with him crashes over you like a wave. You remember the gym, his hand around your neck. The confrontation at college, his snarling threats before <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> stepped in. And then, mercifully, a month of peace—no <darius>Darius</darius>, no looming shadow of intimidation. <<if $claradarius eq 0>>You feel glad you influenced <clara>Clara</clara> to get rid of him.<</if>> [[Until now.|CafeWaitress10][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> You try to calm your breathing, pressing a hand against the counter as you avert your gaze, hoping he won’t notice you. You keep to the opposite side of the café, focusing on the tables furthest from him, but a knot tightens in your stomach. Every move feels heavier, every sound around you dimmer, as if the room itself has grown smaller with his presence. Before you can process further, your manager walks up, clipboard in hand. <b>"Hey, $femname, table seven has customers. Go check on them, will you?"</b> Your heart sinks. Table seven. His table. <<MCTalk "I... I can take the other side, or—">> <b>"Just take care of it, okay? They’re in your area."</b> Defeated, you nod, the lump in your throat making it hard to respond. <<MCTalk "Okay...">> Gripping your notepad tightly, you take a deep breath and steel yourself. Your heels click softly against the floor as you approach the table, every step feeling heavier than the last. You steady your breathing as you approach the table, though the anxiety gripping your chest feels suffocating. The soft click of your heels against the café floor seems louder with every step, each sound echoing in your ears as you near them. You let your long brunette hair fall forward slightly, a makeshift curtain to shield your face, and clutch your notepad tightly. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Darius.jpg" height=600></div> <darius>Darius</darius> is seated with another man, both exuding confidence in their sharp suits. Their deep voices rumble softly as they glance over the menu, their conversation punctuated by occasional laughter. <darius>Darius</darius> leans back in his chair, holding the menu casually in one hand, his other resting on the table. As you step up to the table, your heart races so fast it feels like it might burst. Summoning all your courage, you adjust your tone, softening your already androgynous voice into a more feminine lilt to ensure you won’t be recognized. <<MCTalk "Good evening. Welcome to Amorous Whims. Are you ready to order, or do you need a moment?">> Your voice comes out steady and light, a practiced professionalism masking the storm inside you. You keep your gaze fixed on your notepad, not daring to make eye contact. <darius>Darius</darius> glances up briefly, his dark eyes flicking to your face for the briefest moment before returning to the menu. <<DariusTalk "Yeah, we’re good. I’ll order for both of us.">> You nod quickly, your pen poised to write. <<DariusTalk "We’ll take the eclair specials and two black coffees.">> His tone is calm and matter-of-fact, his eyes scanning the menu as he speaks. You can feel his occasional glances, but there’s no recognition in his expression, no sign that he connects the person standing before him now with the one he bullied at the gym and in college. You scribble down the order as fast as you can, focusing intently on the notepad, willing your hands not to shake. <<MCTalk "Thank you. I’ll have that out shortly.">> Without waiting for a response, you step back from the table, your heart pounding as relief washes over you. You made it through. No confrontation, no recognition. As you walk away, you keep your head down, your cheeks flushing with a mixture of fear and relief. You slip behind the counter, taking a moment to steady yourself, your hand pressed against your chest as you exhale slowly. [[Darius didn’t recognize you.|CafeWaitress10][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> With the order ready, you steady your breath and balance the tray in your hands. You force yourself to put one foot in front of the other, the sharp clicks of your heels blending with the hum of the café. The two men at the table continue their low conversation, their voices a mix of casual confidence and intensity. As you approach, <darius>Darius</darius> barely glances at you, his focus still on the man across from him. Placing the tray down gently, you set the eclairs and black coffees before them, the delicate clink of ceramic filling the air. <<MCTalk "Here are your eclairs and coffees. Please let me know if there’s anything else you need.">> Your voice is soft, the practiced femininity masking your nerves. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/AWWork13.jpg" height=500></div> <darius>Darius</darius> barely acknowledges you, his attention locked on his associate. <<DariusTalk "Think about it, man. There’s a huge market for this. We’re talking premium designs.">> His deep voice carries just enough for you to pick up fragments of their conversation. You linger just a moment longer than necessary, pretending to adjust the cups as curiosity gets the better of you. <b>"I hear you, D. But you’ll need a solid pitch for investors. Numbers, projections. You can’t just sell this off your confidence."</b> Your heart races as you process the snippets. <darius>Darius</darius> is pitching some kind of underwear business, trying to convince his associate to invest. The thought of <darius>Darius</darius> being involved in something like this feels weird. <mc><i>He is a rapper, why would he try to go into underwear business.</i></mc> <<MCTalk "Enjoy your evening,">> You straighten up and take a step back, muttering a polite before retreating. But as you walk away, something makes you glance over your shoulder, an instinct you can’t quite suppress. Your gaze flicks to their table, and your breath catches in your throat. <darius>Darius</darius> isn’t looking at the coffee or the eclair. <mc><i>He’s looking at me.</i></mc> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/AWWork14.jpg" height=500></div> His eyes are unmistakably focused on your ass, framed perfectly by the curve-hugging mini-pencil skirt of your uniform. Your cheeks heat instantly, a deep flush spreading across your face. You whip your head back around, pretending you didn’t notice, but the sudden rush of emotions—confusion, humiliation, and a flicker of something you can’t quite name—leaves your heart pounding. [[As you return to the counter, your thoughts swirl.|CafeWaitress10][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> He didn’t recognize you. But he was checking you out. And the realization leaves you feeling more unsteady than ever. The rest of your shift passes without incident. The usual flow of customers fills the café, and you focus on the steady rhythm of serving drinks, clearing tables, and avoiding any further thoughts about <darius>Darius</darius>. Yet, a faint buzz of adrenaline lingers in the back of your mind from the earlier interaction. As the night winds down, you notice <darius>Darius</darius> and his associate finishing their conversation. They sit back in their chairs, casually sipping the last of their coffees. <darius>Darius</darius> catches your eye with a subtle nod, and you know it’s time to bring the check. Balancing your composure, you approach the table with a polite smile, slipping the leather folder onto the table. <<MCTalk "Here’s your check. Thank you for visiting, and have a great night.">> <darius>Darius</darius> opens the folder, glances briefly at the total, and pulls out a crisp stack of bills. He places them inside before sliding it back toward you. <<DariusTalk "Keep the change, sweetheart.">> You take the folder and glance discreetly at the contents, your breath catching as you see the tip: $50. Your gaze flickers back to <darius>Darius</darius> in surprise, but he’s leaning back in his chair, his posture relaxed and confident. <<MCTalk "Thank you so much. I really appreciate it.">> Your voice is steady, but your cheeks betray you with a slight flush. As you tuck the generous tip into your pocket, a mix of emotions swirls within you. The same man who had bullied and belittled you before now didn’t even recognize you—he saw only a confident, attractive woman. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/AWWork14.jpg" height=500></div> You catch your reflection in the café’s polished glass, the curve of your figure in the uniform, your carefully styled hair, and the grace in your movements. You feel a deep sense of empowerment. [[With the end of your shift you get your shift's pay.|CafeWaitress10][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> The encounter with <darius>Darius</darius> lingers in your mind, mingled with a quiet anticipation of what the night might hold. You had hoped <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> would be waiting for you, her presence a beacon of authority and allure to end the day on a thrilling note. You remember her promise of fun tonight but there’s no sign of her. Disheartened, you retreat to the staff area. The cozy room feels colder than usual as you unbutton your uniform, your fingers moving with a sluggish resignation. Each piece of the carefully assembled outfit is removed and folded away—the mini pencil skirt, the white blouse, the black stockings—all replaced with your casual clothes. The cage remains beneath your clothing, a constant, unyielding reminder of your submission. A full week without release has left you aching, and the thought that tonight might stretch into another day of denial gnaws at you. Your heart sinks further as you smooth your shirt and step into your sneakers, exchanging the elegance of your uniform for the plain comfort of everyday wear. With a final glance at the staff area, you grab your bag and head out to the hotel’s lobby. The space is bathed in warm light, the soft hum of evening activity creating a gentle background noise. You scan the room, hoping against hope that <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> might appear, but there’s no sign of her distinctive figure or commanding presence. Just as you sigh, your phone buzzes in your pocket. The vibration startles you, and you fumble for it with a mix of hope and trepidation. Your heart races as you unlock the screen and see a message from Alexandra. You glance around the lobby, ensuring no one is watching, before discreetly opening the message. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> name glows on your screen, and your pulse quickens as you read her words. <<AlexandraTalk "I wasn’t at the hotel today, darling, but I’m at the penthouse now. Come up—your shift is done, isn’t it?">> Relief washes over you, sweeping away the disappointment and worry that had been weighing you down. A smile blooms on your lips as you eagerly type back. <<MCTalk "Yes, Mistress, I’m on my way.">> Before you can even lock your phone, it buzzes again. Another message. You open it quickly, and your breath catches as the image loads. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/AlexandraPhoto8.jpg" height=500></div> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> has sent a photo, her bare shoulders and collarbone perfectly framed in the shot. Her lips are parted, a finger seductively slipping past them, glistening with moisture. Her massive, gorgeous breasts are tantalizingly visible but censored with a playful mosaic. The caption reads: <<AlexandraTalk "Be quick, my dear, if you want the uncensored view with your own eyes.">> Your cheeks flush hotly, and your thighs instinctively press together. The combination of her teasing tone and the suggestive photo makes your body ache, your little locked clit straining futilely against its cage. <mc><i>God, how does she do this to me?</i></mc> You feel the familiar throb of denied arousal. It’s been a whole week since your last release, and now even this simple image feels like an unbearable tease. As if you weren't all naked yesterday morning, leading to your clit leaking for hours. But it’s more than just frustration. A strange sense of exhilaration courses through you, and you realize, to your growing confusion, that you like it—this denial, this power <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> holds over you. It feels inexplicably good to want something so badly and to know she controls when, or even if, you’ll get it. <<MCTalk "Yes, Mistress, I’ll be there in no time.">> Sliding your phone into your bag, you adjust your pace, your steps quick and purposeful. The cool evening air greets you as you leave the Amorous Whims Hotel, the anticipation of seeing <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> making your heart race and your body hum with nervous energy. <<link[[Leave the Hotel.|Downtown Venue]]>> <<set $awquest to 16>><<set $p to 1>> <<set $money += 350>> <<set $time += 1>> <<TimeDay>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> As you enter <ethan>Ethan's</ethan> photo club, the usual buzz of excitement fills the air. But today, something feels different. <ethan>Ethan</ethan> catches your eye almost immediately, gesturing for you to step aside for a private word. Your heart skips a beat—this isn’t the usual group photo talk. <<EthanTalk "Hey, $name, I’ve got an opportunity for you. Something a bit different.">> You nod, curious, though there’s a slight knot of nerves tightening in your stomach. <<MCTalk "What is it?">> <ethan>Ethan</ethan> looks around the room to make sure no one’s listening, then leans in a bit closer. <<EthanTalk "There’s this online store that needs some photos for a new line of… costumes. And they’re paying really well. 250 bucks for a quick shoot, no face, just body shots. And I thought, with how great you’ve been looking lately… you’d be perfect.">> Your breath catches. <<MCTalk "Costumes? Like… what kind of costumes?">> <ethan>Ethan</ethan> smiles sheepishly, clearly knowing this might be a tough sell. <<EthanTalk "A French maid outfit. It’s skimpy, yeah, but nothing inappropriate. Your face won’t even show, and it’s super easy money.">> You hesitate, feeling a mix of reluctance and intrigue. The thought of wearing something that revealing sends a jolt of anxiety through you, but at the same time… <money>250 dollars</money> for a few pictures? It’s hard to ignore the temptation. And really, you’ve seen so many girls make easy money with modeling. Why not you, right? <<MCTalk "I don’t know… It feels kinda…">> <ethan>Ethan</ethan> chuckles, sensing your hesitation. <<EthanTalk "I get it, but think of it this way: no one will know it’s you, you’ll make an easy 250 bucks, and it’ll help you get more comfortable in front of the camera. What’s the harm?">> <<link[[Agree to do the shoot.|PhotoClub7]]>><<set $p to 2>><</link>> <<link[[Don't do the shoot.|PhotoClub7]]>><<set $p to 5>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 2>> The mention of money swirls around in your mind. <money>250 dollars</money> could really help with some bills, or maybe even a little treat for yourself. Plus, you’ve been exploring this side of yourself more lately, embracing your femininity. This is just another step, right? You take a deep breath, feeling the pull of curiosity. <<MCTalk "Alright… I’ll do it.">> <ethan>Ethan</ethan> grins, clearly pleased with your decision. <<EthanTalk "Knew you’d come around. The costume’s in the back. Go ahead and change, and we’ll get started.">> You make your way to the back room, heart pounding. The French maid outfit is laid out neatly, and you can’t help but stare at it for a moment. It’s black, lacy, and incredibly skimpy—far more revealing than anything you’ve worn before. But the thought of the money—and the growing confidence you’ve been feeling—pushes you forward. You slip out of your clothes, the cool air making your skin tingle, and begin putting on the costume. The fabric clings to your body, hugging every curve. The short skirt barely covers your ass, and the top shows off more skin than you’re used to. You adjust the little lace apron and the headpiece, taking a deep breath as you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Photo ClubMC14.jpg" height=400></div> You look… sexy. The skimpy outfit highlights your femininity in a way that surprises you. It’s daring, but also empowering. A part of you feels nervous, but another part of you—one that’s growing stronger every day—feels excited. <<MCTalk "Alright, let’s do this.">> You step out of the changing room, feeling both vulnerable and empowered as you walk toward <ethan>Ethan</ethan>. You step into the studio, heart racing beneath the skimpy fabric of the French maid outfit. The black lace clings to your body, and the short skirt feels dangerously high, exposing just enough to make you aware of every move. As you cross the room, you catch sight of <liya>Liya</liya> and <jia>Jia</jia>. Their eyes widen when they see you. [[Go near them before the shoot.|PhotoClub7][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> <liya>Liya</liya>, as expected, is the first to react, a playful smirk spreading across her face as she looks you up and down. <<LiyaTalk "Damn, $femname! You look… hot.">> She lets out a low whistle, her eyes lingering on your legs and the way the maid outfit hugs your waist. <<LiyaTalk "Didn’t know you had this in you! You’re totally killing it.">> <jia>Jia</jia>, on the other hand, smiles more gently, though her cheeks are tinged with a slight blush. <<JiaTalk "You really do look amazing. I… wasn’t expecting this, but it suits you, $femname.">> Her voice is soft, supportive, and full of admiration. You feel a mix of embarrassment and pride under their gazes, but you remind yourself why you’re doing this—<money>250$</money>, and a growing sense of self that feels right. <ethan>Ethan</ethan> calls you over to the set, already adjusting the lights. <<EthanTalk "Alright, let’s get started. Just follow my directions.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Photo ClubMC13.jpg" height=400></div> You nod, stepping into the bright lights of the studio. Despite the anxiety that’s bubbling up inside you, you can feel yourself relaxing little by little as the shoot begins. <ethan>Ethan</ethan> directs you to simple poses—nothing too extreme, nothing overtly sexual, just focusing on the way the outfit looks. You pose with a dusting feather duster in one hand, your other hand resting on your hip, legs together, then slightly apart. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Photo ClubMC11.jpg" height=400></div> [[Give Ethan one last pose.|PhotoClub7][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> As the shoot wraps up, you can feel a growing sense of confidence settling in. You’ve managed each pose with a natural ease, handling <ethan>Ethan's</ethan> direction without any of the awkwardness you feared. With a small spark of boldness, you decide to try one last pose—lifting the hem of the mini skirt just a little higher to reveal more of your thighs, adding a subtle hint of allure to the otherwise modest stance. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Photo ClubMC12.jpg" height=400></div> <ethan>Ethan's</ethan> eyes widen just a bit, clearly impressed, and he raises the camera for a final shot. There's a flicker of approval in his gaze as he lowers the camera, nodding at you. <<EthanTalk "Nice work, $name. You handled that really well.">> You smile, feeling accomplished, both relieved and thrilled at having pulled off something that only a short time ago would’ve felt impossible. He pulls you aside into a more private corner of the studio. You’re still in the maid outfit, feeling both exposed and proud, as Ethan hands you an envelope. <<EthanTalk "Here’s your payment. And seriously, you’ve got the look for this. If you ever want to do more, you could totally make money as a model.">> You hesitate for a moment, looking down at the envelope in your hands, then back up at him. There’s something you’ve been holding back, something you’ve been meaning to say, and now feels like the right time. <<MCTalk "Thanks, Ethan. But, um… from now on, I’d like you to call me by my new name. $femname.">> <ethan>Ethan</ethan> raises an eyebrow, a brief flicker of surprise crossing his face before it’s replaced with a smile. <<EthanTalk "Alright, $femname. You’ve got it.">> His voice is warm, accepting, and hearing him use your new name feels like a weight lifting off your shoulders. It feels… right. Another person in your life accepted the new you. <<EthanLove 1>> After changing back into your regular clothes, you step out of the studio, feeling more confident, more… yourself. <liya>Liya</liya> and <jia>Jia</jia> are waiting for you, their faces lighting up the moment they see you return. Without a word, they both pull you into a huge hug. <liya>Liya's</liya> arms wrap around you tightly, her voice playful but sincere. <<LiyaTalk "Look at you, $femname. A real model now. You did amazing.">> <jia>Jia</jia> hugs you just as tightly, her soft voice full of warmth. <<JiaTalk "We’re so proud of you. You were brave today, $femname.">> You feel a surge of gratitude, knowing how lucky you are to have their support. As you all leave the club together, the night air feels lighter. <<link[[Go Home.|Apartment]]>><<set $photoquest to 8>><<set $p to 1>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $money +=250>><<set $photoclub7 to "MC">><<set $claraquest to 15>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 5>> You hesitate, shifting uncomfortably. The thought of another skimpy shoot tugs at you. The miniskirt shoot had been private, just for the club, and even then, you’d wrestled with nerves. This feels like an entirely different level—photos that might circulate online, beyond your control. <<MCTalk "I… I don’t think I can, Ethan. It’s too much.">> <Ethan>Ethan</Ethan> nods, his expression understanding, though there’s a flicker of disappointment in his eyes. <<EthanTalk "Alright, I won’t push you. Thanks for considering it.">> Before he can say more, Eve strolls into the room, her gaze sweeping over the two of you. She tilts her head curiously. <<EveTalk "What’s this about? You two look way too serious for a photo club meeting.">> <Ethan>Ethan</Ethan> chuckles, turning to her with a grin. <<EthanTalk "Just pitching a shoot. French maid costume, 250 bucks for some quick body shots. $name passed, though.">> Eve raises an eyebrow, her lips curling into a sly smile. <<EveTalk "French maid? Sounds cute, but let’s be honest, if you’re gonna sell a maid costume, it’s better if it’s naughty, right? Lingerie, stockings, the whole vibe. Bet that’d sell even better.">> <Ethan>Ethan</Ethan> blinks, caught off guard by her suggestion, but then his expression shifts as he considers it. <<EthanTalk "You know, the same company did send over some photos for a more… risqué set. Black lace lingerie, garters, sheer apron. They said they’d pay extra if someone was willing to model it.">> Eve’s eyes light up, her confidence practically radiating. <<EveTalk "Now you’re talking. I’m in.">> The ease with which she accepts makes your stomach twist. She doesn’t even hesitate, embracing the boldness of it all. You glance at <liya>Liya</liya>, who stands nearby, her expression tense. Her hands tighten into fists at her sides, and her jaw sets as she watches Eve take center stage once again. <<LiyaTalk "Of course she’d jump at it. Typical Eve.">> Her voice is low, almost a whisper, but the bitterness is unmistakable. Eve glances at her, smirking knowingly. <<EveTalk "Don’t be jealous, Liya. Some of us just know how to seize an opportunity.">> <liya>Liya's</liya> face flushes, her eyes darting away as if to hide her frustration. You notice <jia>Jia</jia> fidgeting nervously nearby, her gaze flitting between <liya>Liya</liya> and Eve. She doesn’t say anything, but her unease is palpable, like she’s caught in the middle of an unspoken battle. <<link[[Don't Encourage Liya|PhotoClub7]]>><<set $p to 6>><</link>> <<link[[Encourage Liya to step up and seize the opportunity!|PhotoClub7]]>><<set $p to 8>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 6>> <Ethan>Ethan</Ethan> clears his throat, breaking the tension. <<EthanTalk "Alright, Eve, follow me to the dressing room. I’ll get you the outfit.">> Eve smirks, throwing a glance back at <liya>Liya</liya> as if to emphasize her triumph. <liya>Liya's</liya> jaw tightens, and she crosses her arms, clearly stewing in her frustration. <<EveTalk "Don’t worry, I’ll make this look good.">> She trails after <ethan>Ethan</ethan>, her confidence practically oozing from every step. As the door to the dressing room clicks shut behind them, the room feels oddly quiet, the absence of Eve’s bold energy making the tension more noticeable. <liya>Liya</liya> exhales sharply, muttering under her breath. <<LiyaTalk "She’s so… ugh.">> You glance at her, noticing how her hands grip the edge of a nearby table. Her usual playful demeanor is gone, replaced by something raw and vulnerable. <jia>Jia</jia> stands close by, her brow furrowed as she watches <liya>Liya</liya> with quiet concern. <<MCTalk "Liya… you okay?">> <liya>Liya</liya> doesn’t answer immediately, her eyes fixed on the dressing room door. <<LiyaTalk "Yeah, I’m fine. Just… whatever.">> Before you can press further, <ethan>Ethan</ethan> returns, a satisfied grin on his face. <<EthanTalk "She’s getting ready. Won’t be long.">> True to his word, only a few moments pass before the dressing room door opens. Eve steps out, and the room seems to hold its breath. She’s wearing a black lace lingerie set that leaves little to the imagination—delicate patterns tracing over her curves, sheer fabric teasingly revealing her skin. Stockings with intricate lace tops hug her legs, paired with glossy black heels that make her posture even more striking. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Eve18.jpg" height=600></div> She looks stunning, her boldness magnified by the outfit. Her confidence transforms what could have been intimidating into something captivating. <<EveTalk "Well? What do you think?">> <ethan>Ethan's</ethan> eyes light up, clearly impressed. <<EthanTalk "Perfect. Let’s get started.">> Eve strides to the studio setup, every movement deliberate and enticing. As she strikes her first pose, the camera clicks, capturing her front-facing silhouette. She arches her back slightly, her hands resting on her hips as the lace glints under the studio lights. The next few shots highlight her from different angles—the delicate curve of her waist, the way the stockings accentuate her legs. Then she turns around, giving the camera a full view of her backside. She glances over her shoulder, her expression sultry, lips slightly parted. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Eve19.jpg" height=600></div> <<EthanTalk "Amazing. Hold that… perfect.">> You watch, unable to tear your eyes away. Every pose feels like a masterclass in seduction, and your heartbeat quickens despite yourself. You shift uncomfortably, trying to ignore the heat rising in your face. <<link[[Check on Liya.|PhotoClub7]]>><<set $p to 7>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 7>> From the corner of your eye, you see <liya>Liya</liya>. Her face is tight, her eyes fixed on Eve with a mixture of envy and frustration. She looks like she’s fighting the urge to say something but doesn’t trust herself to speak. <jia>Jia</jia> fidgets awkwardly beside her, clearly affected by <liya>Liya's</liya> visible upset. Her gaze flits between <liya>Liya</liya> and Eve, her lips pressed together as if she wants to intervene but doesn’t know how. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Eve20.jpg" height=600></div> Eve tosses her hair over her shoulder, throwing a glance toward <liya>Liya</liya> with a playful smirk as the camera clicks again. <<EveTalk "Guess I was born for this, huh?">> The words, casual as they sound, feel pointed. <liya>Liya's</liya> lips press into a thin line, and she looks away, her frustration barely contained. <jia>Jia's</jia> hand twitches as if she wants to reach out but hesitates. <ethan>Ethan</ethan> lowers his camera, grinning. <<EthanTalk "That’s a wrap. Great work, Eve. The client’s going to love these.">> Eve steps off the set, grabbing a robe draped over a chair. <<EveTalk "Told you I’d kill it.">> Her confidence is palpable, and it’s hard not to admire how effortlessly she commands attention. As she saunters back to the dressing room, <liya>Liya's</liya> gaze follows her, a storm of emotions flickering across her face. As Eve disappears back into the dressing room, <ethan>Ethan</ethan> begins packing up the camera gear, clearly satisfied with how the shoot turned out. The rest of the club starts to wind down, members gathering their belongings or chatting in small groups. You glance toward <liya>Liya</liya>, who’s standing a few feet away. Her arms are crossed tightly over her chest, and her eyes are focused on the ground. She hasn’t said a word since Eve’s last comment, and the air around her feels heavy with unspoken frustration. <jia>Jia</jia> hovers nearby, her expression troubled. She looks at you, her worry evident, before stepping closer to Liya. <<JiaTalk "Hey, Liya… you okay?">> <liya>Liya</liya> doesn’t respond immediately. When she finally looks up, her smile is forced and fleeting. <<LiyaTalk "Yeah, I’m fine. Let’s just go.">> Her voice is clipped, and she doesn’t wait for a response. She grabs her bag and heads for the door without another word. You exchange a look with <jia>Jia</jia>, who bites her lip, clearly unsure of what to do. <<MCTalk "She’s upset.">> <jia>Jia</jia> nods, her worry deepening. <<JiaTalk "I know. She gets like this sometimes… but I hate seeing her so sad.">> You both gather your things quickly and follow <liya>Liya</liya> out of the club. She’s already a few steps ahead, her pace brisk and her posture rigid. The night air is cool, but the tension between the three of you is palpable. <liya>Liya</liya> doesn’t wait for you or <jia>Jia</jia> to catch up, instead walking with her head down and her shoulders stiff. You can’t help but feel a pang of guilt, even though you’re not entirely sure why. <jia>Jia</jia> stays close to you, her gaze fixed on <liya>Liya's</liya> retreating figure. <jia>Jia</jia> sighs deeply, her shoulders slumping as she watches her girlfriend disappear. <<JiaTalk "I’ll talk to her later. Thanks for… being here.">> <<MCTalk "Of course. Let me know if there’s anything I can do.">> <jia>Jia</jia> offers you a small, grateful smile before heading off in the opposite direction. You’re left standing alone, the events of the evening replaying in your mind. <liya>Liya's</liya> sadness lingers with you, heavy and unresolved, as you make your own way home. <<link[[Go Home.|Apartment]]>><<set $photoquest to 8>><<set $p to 1>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $claraquest to 15>><<set $photoclub7 to "Eve">><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 8>> You glance at <liya>Liya</liya>, whose flushed cheeks and tightly pressed lips betray her frustration. She’s clearly upset, though she’s trying to hide it. <jia>Jia</jia> watches her girlfriend nervously, her gaze flickering between <liya>Liya</liya> and the floor, a quiet tension building. Before anyone else can speak, you step closer to <liya>Liya</liya> and lower your voice so only she can hear. <<MCTalk "Liya, if this is something you want, you should go for it. Don’t let anyone stop you—not Eve, not anyone.">> <liya>Liya</liya> hesitates, her eyes flicking toward <jia>Jia</jia>. Her voice is softer than usual, almost uncertain. <<LiyaTalk "You think Jia will... be okay with it? I don’t want to upset her.">> You glance at <jia>Jia</jia>, who’s wringing her hands nervously but avoiding eye contact. You can tell she’s uncomfortable, but it’s also clear how much <liya>Liya</liya> wants this. <<MCTalk "I think Jia will support you if it’s what feels right for you. Just be honest with her later. Right now, this is your chance to step up and do something bold.">> <liya>Liya</liya> exhales slowly, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly as determination replaces her doubt. <<LiyaTalk "Yeah... you’re right. I can’t let Eve just walk all over me.">> Her lips curl into a faint smile as she glances toward <ethan>Ethan</ethan>. Taking a deep breath, she squares her shoulders and strides toward him with her usual confidence returning, though you can still sense a touch of nervous energy beneath the surface. <<LiyaTalk "Hey, Ethan.">> <ethan>Ethan</ethan> looks up from his camera, raising an eyebrow. <<EthanTalk "Yeah? What’s up, Liya?">> <<LiyaTalk "If you’re looking for someone else to pose in that lingerie, I’m up for it.">> <ethan>Ethan</ethan> blinks in surprise, clearly not expecting this turn of events. <liya>Liya</liya> leans in slightly, her voice taking on a teasing edge. <<LiyaTalk "I mean, unless you think I wouldn’t look amazing in it.">> <ethan>Ethan</ethan> recovers quickly, a grin spreading across his face. <<EthanTalk "You? Not look amazing? Come on, Liya. Let’s get you set up. Follow me.">> <liya>Liya</liya> throws a quick glance at <jia>Jia</jia>, her expression softening for a moment before she turns back to you. Her confidence is radiant now, though you can tell that her concern for <jia>Jia</jia> still lingers beneath it all. <<MCTalk "You’ve got this, Liya. Go show them what you’re made of.">> She nods, a grateful look in her eyes, before following <ethan>Ethan</ethan> toward the dressing room. <jia>Jia</jia> watches her go, chewing her lip as a flicker of worry crosses her face. <<JiaTalk "I hope she’s not doing this just to prove something...">> <<MCTalk "She’s doing this because it’s what she wants.">> You and <jia>Jia</jia> don’t have to wait long before <ethan>Ethan</ethan> emerges from the dressing room, a satisfied smirk on his face. [[Liya returns shortly after.|PhotoClub7][$p=9]] <<elseif $p eq 9>> <liya>Liya</liya> steps into the room, every eye drawn to her like moths to a flame. The sleek black lace of her bra and panties clings perfectly to her curves, accentuating her bust and toned figure. White stockings highlight her legs, ending sharply above her knees, while black heels click softly against the studio floor with every step. In her hand, the feathered duster becomes more than just a prop—it’s an extension of her allure, spinning lazily between her fingers before she twirls it once, then lets it rest lightly on her shoulder. <<LiyaTalk "Let’s make this good, shall we?">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Liya15.jpg" height=600></div> Her voice carries confidence, but there’s a flicker of vulnerability in her eyes as she steps into the studio lights. <ethan>Ethan</ethan> is already in position, his camera poised, and he motions for her to stand near the center of the room. <<EthanTalk "Start with something simple. Turn toward the camera and hold that duster like you’re about to clean up trouble.">> <liya>Liya</liya> laughs lightly, a musical sound that breaks the tension. She leans slightly forward, the duster brushing against her chest in a teasing motion. Her eyes lock onto the camera, bold and inviting, as the lace of her bra shifts just enough to catch the soft studio light. <<EthanTalk "Beautiful. Keep playing with the duster—it’s perfect.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Liya17.jpg" height=600></div> She lets the duster glide across her collarbone and down to her chest, her movements slow and deliberate. The feathers tease the edge of her bra, drawing attention to her curves without revealing too much. She bites her lower lip subtly, her expression a mix of playful and seductive. The camera clicks rapidly as <ethan>Ethan</ethan> adjusts angles, capturing the way her body moves with effortless grace. <<EthanTalk "Now, let’s see that confidence. Stand tall and cross your arms—yes, like that.">> <liya>Liya</liya> places the duster under her chin, tilting her head slightly as she smirks. Her posture is commanding, her chest thrust forward just enough to radiate power without losing the sensuality of the moment. <<LiyaTalk "How’s this for confidence?">> [[Ethan loves it, so do you.|PhotoClub7][$p=10]] <<elseif $p eq 10>> <<EthanTalk "It’s perfect. Now, let’s get one from the back. Turn around, but glance over your shoulder.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Liya18.jpg" height=600></div> <liya>Liya</liya> spins slowly, her heels clicking softly on the floor. She places one hand on her hip and lets the duster rest just above her backside, adding a hint of mischief as she looks back at the camera. <ethan>Ethan</ethan> captures the curve of her body, the stockings drawing attention to the smooth lines of her legs. As she settles back into a front-facing pose, she lifts the duster again, trailing it lightly down her neck and over her collarbone. <<LiyaTalk "You know, Ethan, I wouldn’t mind showing my face. I’ve got nothing to hide.">> <ethan>Ethan</ethan> looks up from the viewfinder, clearly surprised. <<EthanTalk "You sure? Faces change everything—it’s a bold move.">> Liya shrugs, her smirk widening as she flicks the duster playfully toward the camera. <<LiyaTalk "Bold is what I’m going for.">> <ethan>Ethan</ethan> nods, his excitement palpable. <<EthanTalk "Alright, let’s get a close-up. Tilt your head just a bit... perfect.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Liya16.jpg" height=600></div> <liya>Liya</liya> leans in slightly, her eyes locking onto the lens with a magnetic intensity. Her face glows under the studio lights, her confidence transforming her beauty into something nearly untouchable. The duster frames her jawline as she holds it just below her lips, the feathers brushing lightly against her chin in a way that feels both innocent and provocative. The camera clicks rapidly, <ethan>Ethan</ethan> moving in to capture every angle of her expression—smirking, playful, and effortlessly stunning. The shoot wraps up with <ethan>Ethan</ethan> finally lowering his camera, looking visibly impressed. <<EthanTalk "That was... incredible. You’ve got talent, Liya. Real talent.">> She stands and brushes off an imaginary speck of dust, her smirk widening. <<LiyaTalk "Glad you approve.">> As she walks back toward the dressing room, she casts a quick glance at you and Jia, her eyes sparkling with a mix of pride and triumph. For once, Eve doesn’t have a comeback. [[The club meeting comes to an end.|PhotoClub7][$p=11]] <<elseif $p eq 11>> The three of you step out of the photo club together, the crisp evening air a welcome contrast to the heated atmosphere inside. <liya>Liya</liya> is practically glowing, her happiness infectious as she adjusts her bag on her shoulder. <<LiyaTalk "That was amazing! I can’t believe how good that felt. Did you see Ethan’s face? He couldn’t get enough of me.">> Her voice is light, almost giddy, and she spins around to face you and <jia>Jia</jia>, walking backward for a few steps. <<MCTalk "You really nailed it, Liya. You looked incredible out there.">> She beams at your compliment, tossing her hair over her shoulder. <<LiyaTalk "Thanks, $femname. You’ve been so supportive. I couldn’t have done this without you.">> She turns her attention to <jia>Jia</jia>, slipping her hand into hers and giving it a squeeze. <<LiyaLove 1>> <jia>Jia</jia> smiles softly, but there’s a faint shadow in her eyes. <<JiaTalk "You were… amazing.">> Her words are genuine, but you catch the subtle hesitation in her tone. As <liya>Liya</liya> chatters on about her favorite moments from the shoot, you notice <jia>Jia's</jia> smile falter ever so slightly when <liya>Liya</liya> isn’t looking. It’s not jealousy, but something quieter—like she’s feeling worried of <liya>Liya's</liya> triumph. You walk together through the quiet streets, <liya>Liya</liya> leading the way with an almost carefree skip in her step. <jia>Jia</jia> lags slightly behind, her hand still in <liya>Liya's</liya> but her gaze distant. You think about saying something to her, but the words don’t come. Instead, you glance at <liya>Liya</liya>, whose happiness is so vivid it feels like it could light up the entire block. <<link[[Go Home.|Apartment]]>><<set $photoquest to 8>><<set $p to 1>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $claraquest to 15>><<set $photoclub7 to "Liya">><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>><<set $sidemenu to 1>> The elevator doors slide open with a soft chime, revealing the softly lit hallway leading to <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> penthouse. You step out, smoothing the hem of your outfit, the soft click of your heels breaking the stillness. Each step toward the grand door sends a wave of anticipation through you, mingling with the warmth of arousal that’s been simmering since her teasing text. You knock softly, your hand trembling just slightly. Within moments, the door swings open, and there she is—<alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, framed by the warm light spilling from within. Her dark laced silk robe clings to her figure, the delicate fabric flowing like water over her curves. The tie around her waist is loose, hinting at the allure beneath, while her waves of chestnut hair fall effortlessly over her shoulders. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra41.jpg" height=500></div> Her smile is welcoming, yet it holds that unmistakable edge of control, her blue eyes gleaming as they take you in. <<AlexandraTalk "You made it, darling. Come in—let’s not keep the night waiting.">> The warmth of her perfume envelops you as you step inside, a heady mix of spice and softness that feels like her presence distilled. The penthouse is its usual symphony of luxury: plush furniture arranged with effortless elegance, polished marble floors reflecting the soft glow of the city lights filtering through the expansive windows. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> strides ahead of you, her bare feet making no sound, the silk of her robe catching the light with every step. She pauses in the living room, turning back to you with a gentle but expectant expression, her gaze sweeping over your figure. <<AlexandraTalk "You look stunning tonight, $femname. <<if $topbeauty eq 6 and $bottombeauty eq 6>>Every detail is perfect. But...<<elseif $topbeauty lte 2 and $bottombeauty lte 2>>But you should update your wardrobe....<<else>>But...<</if>>">> She steps closer, her eyes locking with yours, her tone soft but compelling. <<AlexandraTalk "I think we can make you feel even more confident. Would you like that?">> Her words send a rush of warmth through you, and you nod quickly, your voice soft but eager. <<MCTalk "Yes, Mistress. I’d like that.">> Her lips curve into a smile, not condescending but pleased, her pride in you evident. <<AlexandraTalk "Good girl. Let’s work on your walk tonight—enhance what you’ve already studied. You can already walk in heels but you need to learn to walk like a woman even without them.">> [[She gestures toward the long hallway leading back toward the living room’s center, her movements fluid and purposeful.|AlexandraMeet7][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> The grand living room seems to glow with <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> presence as she leads you toward the long corridor, her strides confident yet fluid. She pauses at the entrance to the hall, the soft light above casting a golden sheen over her silk robe. Her hands move to the sash at her waist, and with a slow, deliberate motion, she loosens the tie and lets the front of the robe part slightly. The black lace of her bra is revealed, framing her ample cleavage in intricate patterns. The sight steals your breath, your gaze instinctively drawn to the subtle bounce of her chest as she adjusts the robe. <<AlexandraTalk "Now, darling, watch closely. Walking like a woman isn’t just about your feet; it’s about the energy you carry, the way your hips and legs flow together. Confidence comes from the way you move.">> She takes a step forward, her bare feet moving gracefully against the polished floor. Her hips sway in a rhythm that seems almost hypnotic, every movement purposeful yet natural. The robe slides along her body with each stride, accentuating the curves of her thighs and the gentle bounce of her full chest. You struggle to focus on her instructions, your cheeks burning as your eyes flicker between her legs and the alluring rise and fall of her cleavage. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AW/AlexandraWalk.mp4"/></div> She glances over her shoulder, her smile knowing, her voice teasing. <<AlexandraTalk "Ah, poor $femname. Distracted, are we? I can’t imagine why... Perhaps it’s because someone has been denied release for a week now.">> Her words send a rush of heat to your face and a familiar, aching pressure to your locked clit. You lower your gaze, feeling flustered, but Alexandra only chuckles softly. <<AlexandraTalk "It’s quite alright, darling. I expect you to admire me—it’s only natural. But try to focus. This is important.">> She demonstrates again, her hips swaying just enough to draw attention without exaggeration. Her steps are deliberate but effortless, each movement exuding confidence. [[Finally, she stops at the end of the corridor, turning back to face you. Her smile is warm but tinged with playful dominance.|AlexandraMeet7][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> <<AlexandraTalk "Now, let’s see if you’ve been paying attention. Your turn, my little student. Show me what you’ve learned. And don’t be afraid to exaggerate a bit at first—confidence comes with practice.">> Her gaze holds yours as she gestures for you to start, her expectant yet encouraging expression making your heart race. Your heart pounds as you step forward, focusing on mimicking <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> movements. You sway your hips, trying to channel the same fluidity and confidence she demonstrated, but your steps feel forced, awkward, and unbalanced. You try again, but the absence of heels throws you off, making every step feel less graceful than you’d hoped. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> sharp eyes observe every detail, her head tilting slightly as she assesses your attempt. <<AlexandraTalk "Hmm, I see what’s happening here. The heels gave you a crutch, darling—a way to align your posture without much effort. Without them, you need to find that flow within yourself.">> Her voice is calm but firm, her presence both reassuring and commanding. She approaches you slowly, her silk robe brushing against her legs as she moves. <<AlexandraTalk "Don’t worry; this is part of the process. To connect with that feminine energy, we need to remove every distraction. Strip, $femname. Let’s make you feel the essence of femininity without the layers.">> You don't hesitate and start nodding, the weight of her words sinking in. You reach for your top, peeling it off and setting it aside, followed by your bottom. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> watches, her expression steady, her eyes taking in every movement with an air of appreciation and control. <div style="text-align:center"><<ClothesImage $pantiesimgname 400>><</ClothesImage>></div> <<if $pantiesbeauty eq 7>> As you slide your $bottom down, the delicate thong you’re wearing is revealed. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> gaze softens, her lips curving into a pleased smile. <<AlexandraTalk "Ah, what a lovely choice. So simple yet so sensual. It suits you perfectly, $femname. You’re truly embracing this transformation.">> Her words send a ripple of pride through you, even as the blush on your cheeks deepens. You reach down, slipping the thong off and stepping out of it, leaving yourself entirely bare apart from the chastity cage. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> gaze lingers on you for a moment, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips. Then, without a word, she turns and strides toward her bedroom, the silk robe swaying with each step. <<else>> As you slide your $bottom down <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> gaze softens, her lips curving into a pleased smile. <</if>> <<AlexandraTalk "Wait here, $femname. I’ll be back in a moment.">> Her voice is calm and confident, carrying an unspoken assurance that you’ll do as she says. Left standing in the corridor, you feel the stillness settle around you. The cool air brushes against your exposed skin, heightening your awareness of every sensation—the snugness of the chastity cage, the faint echo of <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> footsteps in the distance, the soft hum of the penthouse. Despite your vulnerable state, you feel oddly at peace. The trust you’ve built with <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> grounds you, and you stand patiently, hands resting by your sides, waiting for her return. When she does reappear, she’s holding a small bundle of delicate fabric in her hand. A sly smile curves her lips as she unfolds it, revealing a provocative lace thong. The back is a mere string, leaving almost nothing to the imagination, while the front is a see-through lace that promises to tease and tantalize. <<AlexandraTalk "Here we are. This, my darling, will give you the boost you need. Sometimes, a little bit of the right clothing can transform not just how you look, but how you feel.">> She steps closer, extending the thong to you. <<AlexandraTalk "Put it on.">> Your cheeks flush as you take the delicate garment from her hands, the softness of the lace brushing against your fingertips. Without hesitation, you step into it, sliding the fabric up your legs and settling it into place. [[The sensation of the lace against your skin sends a shiver through you—both a reminder of your submission and an unexpected rush of confidence.|AlexandraMeet7][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> steps back, her eyes sweeping over you with approval. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Clothes/BlackSheerString.jpg" height=500></div> <<AlexandraTalk "Perfect. Now, let’s see you walk. Up and down the corridor, $femname. Take your time—feel every step.">> You take a breath and begin to walk, focusing on the sway of your hips and the posture <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> had demonstrated earlier. The skimpy thong heightens your awareness of every movement, the way your body feels and looks as you glide forward. <<AlexandraTalk "Good. Keep your shoulders relaxed. Let the movement flow from your hips, not your knees. And don’t forget to engage your core—your posture will follow.">> Her voice is steady and encouraging, her presence a guiding force. You adjust as she instructs, feeling the rhythm of your steps become smoother, more natural. After several passes, <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> smile deepens. <<AlexandraTalk "That’s it, darling. Now, you’re not just walking—you’re owning the space. One more time, with all the confidence of the goddess you’re becoming.">> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AW/MCThong.mp4"/></div> You take another pass down the corridor, your movements fluid and seductive. The sway of your hips feels effortless now, the skimpy thong amplifying your sense of femininity and allure. When you turn back to <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>, her expression is one of undeniable pride. <<AlexandraTalk "Magnificent.">> After <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> prideful declaration, she steps closer, her silk robe flowing gracefully with her movements. Her hand rests lightly on your shoulder, a gesture both grounding and comforting. <<AlexandraTalk "You’ve done so well with your walk tonight, $femname. It’s lovely to see you embrace this part of yourself. But to truly captivate, there’s more to learn.">> She motions toward the living room, her presence magnetic as she leads you to the plush seating area. [[Settling onto the sofa with effortless poise, she gestures for you to sit across from her.|AlexandraMeet7][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> <<AlexandraTalk "We’ll start with something simple: brushing your hair back. This gesture is inviting and frames your face beautifully. Watch me.">> She demonstrates, her fingers gliding through her hair, tucking it delicately behind her ear with a slight tilt of her head. <<AlexandraTalk "Your turn, darling. Relax your hand, and let it feel natural.">> You attempt the motion, your fingers brushing your hair back a little too stiffly. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> smile is warm but instructive. <<AlexandraTalk "Not bad, but loosen your wrist more, and soften the movement. It’s a gesture, not a task. Try again.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Penthouse2.jpg" height=600></div> You repeat it, your effort clear but still lacking the grace she demonstrated. <<AlexandraTalk "Better. You’ll get there with practice.">> She leans forward, her gaze encouraging. <<AlexandraTalk "Next, light touches. These are subtle ways to connect with someone—drawing their attention without demanding it.">> She reaches out, her fingertips grazing your forearm with a barely-there touch. <<AlexandraTalk "See how gentle that is? Now you try. Pretend you’re catching my attention.">> You attempt the touch, your fingers brushing her sleeve a little too firmly. She chuckles softly, shaking her head. <<AlexandraTalk "Easy, darling. It’s a whisper, not a shout. Let’s try again.">> You adjust, this time achieving a softer, more delicate touch. <<AlexandraTalk "Much better. You’re getting there.">> She shifts her focus, her lips curving into a soft smile. <<AlexandraTalk "Now, the power of a smile paired with eye contact. With those big blue eyes of yours, this will be a game-changer. Use your gaze to hold someone’s attention while your smile invites them in. Watch me.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra42.jpg" height=500></div> She demonstrates, her eyes locking onto yours with a magnetic pull, her lips curving into a perfect blend of mystery and warmth. You attempt to mimic her, but your smile feels forced, your gaze uncertain. <<AlexandraTalk "Relax, $femname. Let it flow naturally—think of something that genuinely makes you happy.">> You try again, this time managing a softer, more genuine expression, though it still lacks her effortless confidence. <<AlexandraTalk "Better. You’re on the right track, but it needs work. You’ll practice, won’t you?">> <<MCTalk "Yes, Mistress. I’ll practice every day.">> [[Her smile deepens, a gleam of pride in her eyes.|AlexandraMeet7][$p=6]] <<elseif $p eq 6>> <<AlexandraTalk "Good girl. Now, one more—your laugh. A soft giggle can be disarming and charming. Don’t force it; let it come naturally.">> She demonstrates a light, melodic laugh, her shoulders lifting slightly as if sharing a private amusement. When you try, it comes out awkward, more self-conscious than playful. <<AlexandraTalk "It’s a start. Think of something silly, something that makes you smile inside, and try again.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Penthouse3.jpg"></div> Your second attempt is better, though still unpolished. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> nods, her expression encouraging. <<AlexandraTalk "Not bad, my sissy girl. These things take time, but I can see your potential. Keep working on them every day. The more you practice, the more natural they’ll become.">> Her words fill you with determination, and you nod eagerly. <<MCTalk "I will, Mistress. I promise.">> She leans back, her smile radiating approval. <<AlexandraTalk "That’s what I like to hear. You’re becoming quite the charming little sissy girl, $femname, and it’s a joy to watch. All these little details will make your tips much better.">> But as her words settle, you realize it’s not just about the café or even <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> approval. Each graceful movement, every feminine cue you’ve been practicing, feels… right. It’s as if they unlock a part of you that has always been there, waiting to surface. A soft flutter of realization tickles the edges of your thoughts, but you quickly brush it aside, unsure what to make of it. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> interrupts your musings by standing fluidly, the silk of her robe whispering against her skin. Her commanding presence draws your attention immediately. <<AlexandraTalk "Now, my sweet sissy girl, the moment you’ve been waiting for. Tell me…" >> She tilts her head, her lips curling into a playful smile. <<AlexandraTalk "Are you ready for your clitty’s freedom tonight?">> [[Your heart skips a beat, her words electrifying every nerve.|AlexandraMeet7][$p=7]] <<elseif $p eq 7>> A rush of excitement surges through you at the thought of release after a week of being locked away, teased mercilessly by both <jessica>Jessica</jessica> and <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. You spring to your feet, still clad in the impossibly tiny thong, your eagerness evident. <<MCTalk "Yes, Mistress! I’m ready!">> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> chuckles softly, her eyes gleaming with amusement at your enthusiasm. <<AlexandraTalk "Good. Then let’s make tonight one to remember. Follow me.">> She turns gracefully, her robe flowing behind her as she walks toward her bedroom, and you follow, anticipation coursing through you, your bare feet padding softly on the marble floors. The skimpy thong clings to you, a reminder of how far you’ve come and how much further you’re willing to go. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra43.jpg" height=600></div> The anticipation builds as you follow <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> into her opulent bedroom, the air heavy with her intoxicating scent. Your heart pounds in your chest, a mix of excitement and nervous energy. Memories of the last time she unlocked you flash in your mind—her touch, her lips, the way she had made you feel utterly consumed by pleasure. Tonight will surely be just as unforgettable. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> glides to the tall dresser in the corner of the room. With practiced grace, she opens a drawer and retrieves a small, ornate lockbox. You watch intently, your heart pounding in your chest as she unlocks it and pulls out the key to your chastity cage. You realize she has changed the location of the lockbox. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra44.jpg" height=600></div> Holding the key between her fingers, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> turns to you, a teasing smile playing on her lips. Her eyes lock with yours as she takes a step back and, with an effortless motion, unties her silk robe. It slides from her shoulders and pools at her feet, revealing her flawless figure. Her black lingerie follows next, each piece removed with deliberate slowness. Finally, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> stands before you, completely bare, her confidence and beauty utterly captivating. She holds the key between her fingers, dangling it just above her ample breasts, the polished metal catching the light. <<AlexandraTalk "Before I unlock you, darling, I need something from you.">> Her voice is smooth and commanding, her words wrapping around you like silk. <<MCTalk "Anything, Mistress.">> <<AlexandraTalk "Good. I need your promise—no, your commitment—that you will follow my lead tonight. That you’ll be completely obedient and trust me to guide you.">> Your breath hitches, your gaze flicking between her mesmerizing eyes and the key swaying tantalizingly near her chest. Your body tingles with anticipation, the ache of the cage only amplifying your desire. <<MCTalk "I promise, Mistress. I’ll do anything you ask. Please… I’m ready.">> <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> smile widens, satisfaction and amusement dancing in her eyes. [[She leans closer, the key now mere inches from your lips.|AlexandraMeet7][$p=8]] <<elseif $p eq 8>> You nod eagerly, your trembling fingers sliding down to the waistband of the skimpy thong. With a mix of nervousness and excitement, you peel it down, exposing your locked clitty. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> eyes linger briefly, her expression unreadable but clearly pleased by your obedience. <<AlexandraTalk "Good girl. Now, let’s get you out of that cage, shall we?">> She steps closer, the key still in her fingers, and gently kneels to unlock the tiny device. The soft click echoes louder in your ears than it should, and a rush of relief floods through you as the cage is freed from your body. Your hands tremble as you remove the cage completely, the weight of it gone but leaving behind a curious feeling of emptiness and vulnerability. The cool air brushes against your soft clit, barely two inches. It lies limp and shriveled, a pitiful reminder of your submission. You swallow hard, feeling self-conscious under <alexandra>Alexandra’s</alexandra> penetrating gaze. She stands slowly, her lips curving into a wicked smile. <<AlexandraTalk "Now that’s a cute little thing, isn’t it? But let’s see those hips move, darling. Show me how you shake it.">> Your heart races. The request catches you off guard, but her commanding tone leaves no room for hesitation. Nervously, you take a small step back and sway your hips from side to side, the movement awkward at first. Your soft clit bounces pathetically with the motion, barely stirring with each sway. The empty, weightless feeling between your legs makes every movement feel strange yet oddly liberating. <<AlexandraTalk "Mmm, that’s it. Keep going—looser, more feminine. Let those hips flow, sweetie.">> A strange thrill courses through you as you adjust your movements, finding a smoother, more fluid rhythm. The small flicks of your hips feel sensual in a way you’ve never experienced before. The lack of any firm sensation between your thighs only heightens the femininity she draws out of you. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/AW/Penthouse.mp4"/></div> <<AlexandraTalk "Look at you... such a natural. So sexy when you let go like this.">> Heat blooms across your chest, and despite the humiliating exposure, you feel emboldened by her praise. The sway of your hips becomes bolder, more confident, as though embracing this feminine flow. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> climbs gracefully onto the mattress, her every movement radiating confidence and sensuality. Settling herself in the center, she leans back on her hands, her legs folding and spreading slightly to reveal her full, inviting naked form. The way her curves catch the soft light sends a pulse of heat through your body. For a brief, thrilling moment, your mind races with the possibility! <mc><i>Am I finally going to have real sex with Alexandra?</i></mc> The thought sends a jolt of excitement through you, but <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> voice brings you back to the moment. <<AlexandraTalk "Come here, darling. Sit in front of me.">> [[The hope in your chest falters slightly, but you obey without hesitation, climbing onto the bed and positioning yourself between her legs.|AlexandraMeet7][$p=9]] <<elseif $p eq 9>> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> leans forward and wraps her arms around you, pulling you back into a firm embrace. Her skin is warm against yours, her curves pressing into you as she holds you tightly from behind. Her chin rests on your shoulder, and her hair tickles your cheek as she murmurs softly, her breath warm against your ear. <<AlexandraTalk "There we are. Just relax, my sweet sissy girl. Let yourself feel this.">> You lean into her, the closeness overwhelming in its intimacy. Her hands glide over your chest and shoulders, stroking softly as she holds you against her. Yet, to your growing embarrassment, your clitty remains completely limp, unresponsive even with <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> naked body enveloping you. You’ve been caged for a week, and the one erection you managed in the last two weeks seems like a distant memory. The anticipation of being freed had built up so much, but now, with nothing standing in the way, your body betrays you. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Penthouse4.jpg"></div> As you sit nestled between <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> legs, her arms wrapped around you like a protective cocoon, the warmth of her body seeps into yours. Your head tilts slightly, instinctively leaning into her embrace, and the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest against your back becomes a steady anchor. Then you feel it—her lips brushing against your neck, feather-light and tantalizing. A shiver runs down your spine, your breath catching as she begins to press slow, deliberate kisses along the curve of your neck. The softness of her lips is followed by the gentle pressure of her teeth as she sucks lightly, leaving a warm, tingling sensation in her wake. <<AlexandraTalk "You’re so sensitive, my sweet sissy girl.">> She whispers against your skin, her voice low and velvety. Her lips move up, finding the sensitive spot just below your ear. Her breath tickles as she plants another kiss there, this one lingering a moment longer. You close your eyes, surrendering completely as the sensation washes over you. Her teeth gently nip at your earlobe, sending another ripple of heat through your body. The playful yet sensual bite is followed by her tongue, tracing the edge of your ear with teasing precision. Your body relaxes further, melting into her hold as a soft, involuntary sigh escapes your lips. <<AlexandraTalk "That’s it... just let go, darling. Feel me.">> Her words are a caress of their own, and her hands begin to roam, exploring your body with deliberate care. One hand slides over your chest, her fingers tracing delicate patterns as if drawing invisible symbols on your skin. Her other hand glides down your side, her touch firm yet tender, like she’s committing every curve to memory. She doesn’t rush, her pace unhurried, her movements deliberate. It’s as though she’s sculpting you, her touch weaving you into something new and exquisite. Yet she never strays near your clitty, her restraint only amplifying the intensity of every other sensation. [[Her lips return to your neck, her kisses deeper now, her teeth grazing just enough to leave faint marks that tingle with the ghost of her touch.|AlexandraMeet7][$p=10]] <<elseif $p eq 10>> Her breath is warm against your ear as she murmurs again, her voice dripping with affection and control. <<AlexandraTalk "You’re perfect like this, melting under my touch. My sweet, soft little sissy girl.">> Her words weave through the haze of pleasure enveloping you, leaving you feeling cherished and seen in a way that defies explanation. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> hands, with their slow and deliberate touch, begin to move higher, her fingers lightly grazing the smooth expanse of your flat chest. Though your body lacks the curves of a woman, her touch carries an undeniable femininity. Her palms glide over your skin as if she’s caressing something soft and round, playing with your chest as though it were more than it is. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Penthouse5.jpg"></div> At first, it feels odd—almost awkward—but her touch is so confident, so full of purpose, that you can’t help but relax further into her embrace. Her fingertips begin to circle one of your nipples, brushing it gently, teasingly. A jolt runs through you, unfamiliar and unexpected. You’ve never felt anything like this before, and you gasp softly at the strange sensation. <<MCTalk "Mistress...">> Your voice falters, unable to find the words as her finger and thumb begin to pinch and roll your nipple with tender precision. The sensation intensifies, sending small waves of warmth radiating through your body. You realize, to your surprise, that you like it. Both of your nipples get fully erect, before your little clitty does. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> soft chuckle brushes against your ear as she continues, her other hand coming to join the exploration, mirroring her movements on your other nipple. <<AlexandraTalk "There’s my sensitive little sissy. I knew you’d like this.">> Her voice drips with satisfaction, and you can’t help but melt even further into her, your body yielding completely. Your clitty, which had been limp and unresponsive until now, begins to stir. It doesn’t reach full hardness, but the sensation of her touch, her words, her presence—it’s enough to bring you to a semi-hard state. You glance down briefly, catching the faint glistening of wetness on your clitty, and the realization that you’ve become this aroused without even fully erecting sends a deep flush to your cheeks. The combination of physical and emotional sensations is overwhelming, and before you can stop yourself, a soft moan escapes your lips. <<MCTalk "Ahhh... Mistress...">> The sound is involuntary, almost delicate, but it’s unmistakable. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> arms tighten around you, pulling you closer against her warm, bare form. Her satisfaction is palpable, her smile audible in her next words. <<AlexandraTalk "That’s my good girl. You’re learning so quickly... and responding so beautifully. Hearing you moan like that—so sweet, so perfect—it makes me proud.">> Her words settle over you like a blanket of affirmation, and despite your embarrassment, you feel a deep sense of belonging and comfort. [[You feel the extent of her control—and your surrender feels like the most natural thing in the world.|AlexandraMeet7][$p=11]] <<elseif $p eq 11>> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> adjusts her position behind you, her movements unhurried but deliberate. She gently shifts you upward, propping you slightly higher on her lap. Her arms guide you into place, her left hand never breaking contact with your chest. The slight change in angle feels intimate, like you’re being positioned for something deeply personal. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Penthouse6.jpg" height=500></div> Her left hand continues its delicate work on your right nipple, teasing it with light pinches and strokes that send shivers down your spine. The sensations blur into a heady mix of pleasure and submission, and you find yourself leaning back against her, letting her take full control. Her right hand, meanwhile, glides down your stomach, her touch soft but purposeful. You’re hyper-aware of every inch her fingers travel, anticipation building as they move closer to your clitty. When her fingers finally reach it, she doesn’t grab it as you might have expected. Instead, she employs a touch so subtle, so deliberate, that it takes a moment to register what she’s doing. Two fingers—just two—come to rest against the tip of your clitty. She begins to rub it in slow, circular motions, her touch gentle yet maddeningly precise. Your clitty, still semi-hard, is trapped between your body and her fingers, the sensation unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. It takes you a moment to realize: she’s rubbing your 'penis' as though it were a woman’s clitoris. The symbolism isn’t lost on you, and the weight of that realization sends a jolt of emotion coursing through you. <<MCTalk "Mistress... you're...">> Your words falter as your body betrays you, hips instinctively shifting to meet her touch. The deliberate, almost reverent way she touches you feels like a declaration—a statement that your body, as it is, holds beauty and worth. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> lips brush your ear, her voice low and full of control. <<AlexandraTalk "Shhh, my sweet sissy girl. Just let yourself feel.">> Her fingers never falter, maintaining their gentle rhythm. The combination of her touch on your chest and the precise movements on your clitty pulls you into a haze of pleasure. Your breathing quickens, and your body melts further into hers, unable to resist the sensations she’s drawing from you. You try to form a coherent thought, but it’s impossible. [[Your head tilts back against her shoulder, a soft whimper escaping your lips.|AlexandraMeet7][$p=12]] <<elseif $p eq 12>> <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> fingers continue their hypnotic rhythm, her left hand teasing your right nipple in time with the gentle circular motions of her right hand on your clitty. The sensations build quickly, spiraling into an overwhelming crescendo. Your breathing becomes shallow, your body trembling against hers as you feel yourself rapidly losing control. Your small clitty, now fully hardened, pulses with need under her touch. Despite its size, the pleasure she draws from it is almost unbearable. Every precise motion of her fingers feels amplified, sending waves of bliss coursing through you. Her voice, low and sultry, brushes against your ear as her lips graze the shell of it. <<AlexandraTalk "You’re so sensitive, my sweet sissy girl. Look how beautifully your body responds to my touch.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Penthouse7.jpg" height=500></div> You let out a broken moan, unable to hold back as your hips instinctively rock forward into her touch. The shame of your growing arousal is still there, lingering in the back of your mind, but it’s quickly eclipsed by the euphoria she’s guiding you toward. Her left hand pinches your nipple lightly, then rolls it between her fingers, sending another jolt of pleasure through your chest. The dual stimulation is too much—your body tenses, your muscles clenching as the pressure within you builds to a breaking point. <<MCTalk "M-Mistress... I—">> <<AlexandraTalk "Let go, $femname. Let me take you there.">> With her words, the floodgates open. Your body shudders violently as you climax, the pleasure crashing over you like a tidal wave. Your clitty twitches helplessly under her fingers, spilling onto your own belly in small spurts. The intensity of it steals your breath, and for a moment, all you can do is cling to her, overwhelmed and utterly vulnerable. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> hands don’t stop, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure until you’re completely spent. When she finally releases you, her arms wrap around you tightly, pulling you close against her warm, soft body. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/MCCums3.jpg" height=600></div> <<AlexandraTalk "Such a good girl. You couldn’t hold back, could you? You needed this so badly.">> Tears prick your eyes—not from sadness, but from the sheer intensity of the moment. <<MCTalk "I... I’m sorry it didn’t last longer, Mistress.">> She tilts your chin up gently, her expression tender but still commanding. <<AlexandraTalk "No apologies, my darling. This was perfect.">> Her words soothe your lingering embarrassment, and as you rest against her, you feel a sense of peace, a strange but profound comfort in being completely accepted by her. You slump back into <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> embrace, your body spent, your breathing still uneven as you come down from the overwhelming experience. Her arms remain wrapped around you, her presence anchoring you in the aftermath. The warmth of her breath tickles your ear as she begins to whisper, her voice soft yet unyielding. <<AlexandraTalk "You’re such a good girl, $femname. Every step you take brings you closer to who you’re meant to be. Trust me, darling—you’re exactly where you belong.">> Her affirmations send a shiver down your spine, a strange mixture of pride and vulnerability swelling within you. [[You sink deeper into her hold, savoring the peace and safety her words provide.|AlexandraMeet7][$p=13]] <<elseif $p eq 13>> After a moment, you feel her shift slightly behind you. Her fingers trail down your stomach, gathering some of your release with a deliberate touch. Your breath catches as she raises her glistening fingers to your lips. <<AlexandraTalk "Open, sweetheart. Taste yourself. It’s part of your journey—embracing everything you are.">> You hesitate, the intimacy of her request making your cheeks burn. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> other hand is still roaming your body. Slowly, you part your lips, letting her slip her fingers into your mouth. <<AlexandraTalk "Good girl. That’s it. Suck them clean for me.">> Your tongue moves hesitantly at first, but as her encouraging whisper reaches your ears, you find yourself leaning into the act, sucking her fingers clean with careful attention. The act feels both foreign and strangely right, another step into the identity she’s helping you discover. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Penthouse8.jpg" height=500></div> When she finally withdraws her hand, she strokes your cheek, her pride in you unmistakable. <<AlexandraTalk "You’re learning so well, my darling. But now it’s your turn to take care of me. I think you’re ready for that, don’t you?">> Her words send a new wave of anticipation coursing through you. <<AlexandraTalk "First, though, go to the bathroom and clean yourself up. I want you fresh and ready when you come back.">> You nod, still breathless from her touch and her words. Rising unsteadily, you make your way to the bathroom, your body trembling slightly—not from exhaustion, but from the excitement and anticipation of what’s to come. As the warm water cascades over your body, you feel its soothing embrace wash away the lingering stickiness from your release. You avoid wetting your hair, your hands gently massaging the soap over your skin as you process everything that’s just happened. [[You reflect on the night|AlexandraMeet7][$p=14]] <<elseif $p eq 14>> The way <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> touched you, spoke to you, commanded you—it was unlike anything you’d ever experienced. Her control over you felt absolute, yet it didn’t feel wrong. It felt comforting, almost liberating, as though she were guiding you toward something you didn’t fully understand yet. You pause for a moment, letting the water run down your face, and exhale deeply. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> whispered affirmations replay in your mind: <alexandra>Good girl. You’re learning so well. </alexandra> The words spark a mixture of pride and vulnerability that’s difficult to untangle. You’ve never felt this exposed before, not just physically but emotionally—and yet, under <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> gaze, it felt safe. Your hands linger over your chest, remembering the way she’d treated your body as though it were something entirely different, something... softer. Her touch had ignited a strange but undeniable pleasure, even in places you’d never thought could feel so good. And the way she’d handled your clitty—as though it weren’t a penis at all but an actual clitoris—had left you breathless. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/MCShower4.jpg" height="500"></div> The thought sends a ripple of warmth through you, and you let out a soft sigh. You realize now that the release you experienced wasn’t just physical. It was emotional, symbolic even. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> had taken you somewhere new tonight, deeper into yourself, as if she were peeling back layers you hadn’t known were there. As you rinse off the last of the soap, your fingers linger on your neck where she’d kissed and bitten it, the memory of her touch still vivid, almost tangible. Her presence feels like a ghost on your skin—guiding, comforting, and utterly inescapable. A small smile tugs at your lips. You’re grateful, overwhelmed, and eager to continue following her lead, wherever it may take you. Turning off the shower, you step out and wrap yourself in a soft towel, drying off with care. You glance at your reflection in the mirror, your flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes telling the story of the night so far. You let the towel slip from your shoulders, standing bare before the mirror. Your gaze drifts downward, to your clitty, now soft and unconfined. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> words from yesterday morning echo in your mind, clear and resonant: <alexandra>“It’s not your primary source of connection or joy.”</alexandra> The truth of her statement washes over you like the warm water from moments ago. At the time, you hadn’t fully understood, but now it’s clear. Tonight, she’d made you feel pleasure in a way that wasn’t centered on your clit but instead flowed through every part of you. She’d opened a door you hadn’t known existed, you could feel such pleasure from all parts of your body. You place a hand on your chest, another on your neck over your pounding heart, and close your eyes. Her influence feels all-encompassing, as though she’s rewiring not just how you experience pleasure, but how you perceive yourself. [[Taking a deep breath, you gather your resolve.|AlexandraMeet7][$p=15]] <<elseif $p eq 15>> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> sits at the edge of the bed, her legs parted confidently. Her gaze lands on you, commanding yet inviting, and she lifts a single finger, curling it in a beckoning motion. <<AlexandraTalk "Come here, darling.">> Her voice is soft, but the authority it carries leaves no room for hesitation. Your heart pounds as you approach, dropping to your knees without thought, the motion feeling natural and right. The plush carpet cushions you as you look up at her, your hands resting lightly on your thighs, awaiting her next command. <<AlexandraTalk "Closer, my sweet.">> You shuffle forward, your breath catching as you draw nearer to her. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> fingers glide into your hair, her touch firm but gentle, guiding you as she leans in slightly. <<AlexandraTalk "That’s my good girl. I want you to focus on me now. Do you understand?">> <<MCTalk "Yes, Mistress.">> You whisper, your voice trembling with anticipation. Her lips curl into a pleased smile, her approval radiating through you like a warm embrace. <<AlexandraTalk "That’s what I like to hear.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra45.jpg" height=600></div> She tilts your chin gently, her fingers threading through your hair as she gazes down at you. The weight of her dominance feels overwhelming but comforting, grounding you in the moment. Her touch on the back of your head is both a caress and a reminder of her control. <<AlexandraTalk "Now, pay attention. Be mindful of your movements. You want to make me proud, don’t you?">> <<MCTalk "Yes, Mistress,">> You reply without hesitation, the words flowing naturally from your lips. Her approval fuels you, every soft sound she makes sending a flutter of pride through your chest. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> moans and sighs envelop you, a symphony of her satisfaction that drowns out everything else. The warmth of her presence, the firmness of her touch, and the soothing cadence of her voice leave you utterly captivated. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra46.jpg" height=600></div> <<AlexandraTalk "Good girl. Just like that. You’re learning so well, my darling.">> Her grip in your hair tightens slightly, not harsh but firm, reinforcing her control. The intimacy of her praise washes over you, making you feel small and cherished all at once. Even as your clitty stirs faintly, semi-hard from the sheer intensity of the moment, it’s not your arousal that drives you—it’s her pleasure, her dominance, and her words that make you feel horny. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> fingers tighten in your hair momentarily before she releases her hold and leans back, a serene smile gracing her lips. She strokes your cheek with the back of her hand, her touch as soothing as it is commanding. <<AlexandraTalk "You’ve done wonderfully so far, my sweet. But now, it’s time for you to lay down.">> [[You nod quickly, eager to please, and move to the bed, laying flat on your back.|AlexandraMeet7][$p=16]] <<elseif $p eq 16>> <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> rises gracefully and steps over you, her curves illuminated in the soft glow of the bedroom light. Your breath catches as she positions herself above you, her legs framing your head, her gaze fixed on you with an intensity that makes your heart race. <<AlexandraTalk "Are you ready to keep pleasing me, darling?">> <<MCTalk "Yes, Mistress,">> You respond breathlessly, your voice carrying your unwavering devotion. With a fluid motion, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> lowers herself onto your face, her warmth and presence consuming you. The intimacy of the act leaves you awestruck, but you waste no time, eagerly resuming your efforts to bring her pleasure. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra47.jpg" height=600></div> Her fingers weave into your hair once more, holding you firmly in place as she begins to move in rhythm with your ministrations. Her soft moans and sighs fill the room, a melody that spurs you to try harder, your sole focus on her satisfaction. <<AlexandraTalk "Yes, just like that, my good girl. Keep going. Don’t stop.">> Her words fuel your resolve, and you respond to every subtle cue she gives, adjusting your pace and pressure as needed. You lose yourself in the moment, her pleasure becoming your purpose. When her climax builds, her thighs tense around you, and she gasps sharply, her body trembling above you as she lets go. <<AlexandraTalk "Oh, yes, my sweet. You’ve done so well.">> She stays seated atop you for a while, catching her breath, her hands gently caressing your hair as if to reward you for your dedication. You lie still, proud and fulfilled, basking in the glow of her satisfaction. As she eventually moves to the side, she leans down, her lips brushing your forehead. <<AlexandraTalk "Consistently good. Well done.">> The words make your chest swell with pride. Last week, in this same position, you’d managed to bring her to this peak, and now you’ve proven yourself again. Your body responds to the moment despite itself—your clitty, fully erect at its modest four inches, stands at attention. Your body responds to the moment despite itself—your clit, fully erect at its modest four inches, stands at attention. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> sharp eyes catch the sight immediately, her lips curling into a teasing smirk. <<AlexandraTalk "Well, well, look who’s needy for a second round.">> Her words make your cheeks burn, but her tone fills you with an odd pride, the kind that only her approval can bring. <<AlexandraTalk "But tell me, darling, are you truly ready to impress me? Will you do your homework like a diligent little sissy? Perfect that walk, those mannerisms, your makeup? I expect nothing less than excellence, you know.">> [[Promise to do her bidding.|AlexandraMeet7][$p=17]] <<elseif $p eq 17>> <<MCTalk "I will, Mistress. I promise I’ll work hard. I’ll perfect everything, just like you’ve taught me.">> Her expression softens, her smirk turning into a smile of genuine satisfaction. <<AlexandraTalk "That’s my girl. I knew I could count on you.">> She shifts slightly, sitting on the bed with her knees tucked beneath her, her heels resting against the mattress. With a graceful motion, she taps her knees. <<AlexandraTalk "Come here, darling. Rest your head right here.">> You don’t hesitate, crawling forward and placing your head gently on her knees, her touch as comforting as it is commanding. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> strokes your hair for a moment, then leans forward, her voluptuous form enveloping you. <<AlexandraTalk "Now, let’s give my good little girl a reward. Open up.">> She brings one of her ample breasts to your mouth, guiding you gently but firmly. You part your lips, taking her in, and begin to suckle. The intimacy of the moment overwhelms you, her warmth and scent filling your senses as her hand strokes your hair. <<AlexandraTalk "That’s it. Just like that, my sweet girl.">> Her words are soft and soothing, each one reinforcing the bond between you and her, a bond that feels unbreakable as you lose yourself in her embrace. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra48.jpg" height=500></div> As you continue to suckle on <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> breast, her hand glides down your body with deliberate intent. She strokes your stomach lightly before reaching your clit, her two fingers wrapping around it with the same precise care she had shown earlier. <<AlexandraTalk "Let’s see how quickly my good girl can cum for me again, hmm?">> Her words send a jolt through you, and as her fingers begin their rhythmic motions, you feel the tension build rapidly. The sensation is overwhelming, your body so sensitive from the release earlier and the week spent locked away. Her fingers work expertly, sliding over your clitty’s head, coaxing out every ounce of pleasure she knows your body can offer. <<AlexandraTalk "That’s it, darling. Let go for me. Be my obedient little girl.">> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaDate11.mp4"/></div> You moan softly against her breast, the vibrations of your voice making her chuckle. It takes less than a minute before the familiar wave crashes over you. Your hips jerk slightly, and you release onto her fingers again, trembling in her lap as the climax consumes you. <<AlexandraTalk "Such a quick little thing, but I can tell you’re grateful. Twice in one night, after a whole week?">> <<MCTalk "Yes, Mistress... thank you, Mistress.">> She strokes your hair one last time before gently guiding you upright. <<AlexandraTalk "Alright, sweetheart, off to the bathroom with you again. Get yourself cleaned up—properly this time.">> [[Go to bathroom, totally spent.|AlexandraMeet7][$p=18]] <<elseif $p eq 18>> In the bathroom, the warm water cascades over you as you rinse away the evidence of the night’s activities. You lather soap over your body, cleaning yourself thoroughly. The repetitive motion gives you time to process the whirlwind of emotions and sensations from the evening. Your hands linger on your chest, recalling the way <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> touch had ignited feelings you hadn’t realized you could experience. You run your fingers over your nipples, now more sensitive than ever, and a shiver of remembrance runs through you. You rinse the soap away and finish quickly, eager to return to her, yet aware that every moment she waits for you only heightens her control over the situation. Stepping out of the shower, you dry off completely, carefully avoiding wetting your hair. The bathroom mirror reflects a flushed, wide-eyed version of yourself, still adjusting to the intimacy you’ve shared tonight. You take a deep breath, steadying yourself, and return to the bedroom. As you enter, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> is sitting on the edge of the bed, a soft, knowing smile playing on her lips. In her hand, she holds your pink chastity cage. The sight makes your stomach flutter, and you meet her gaze with pleading eyes, silently hoping she might relent. But you don’t dare voice your objection. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra49.jpg" height=600></div> <<AlexandraTalk "This, the cage, is the reason you had so much fun tonight. Without it, you wouldn’t have been able to explore your body the way you did—to feel the things you felt.">> Her words resonate, though part of you wants to deny them. Still, deep down, you know she’s right. <<MCTalk "I... I guess you’re right, Mistress...">> <<AlexandraTalk "Of course, I'm right. Now, put it on.">> With trembling hands, you take the cage and slide it into place, fitting it snugly over your softened clitty. Once it’s secure, <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> hands you the key, her gaze commanding as she watches you lock it. <<AlexandraTalk "Now, give me the key.">> You comply immediately, handing her the small metal key. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> places it into the lockbox on the bedside table and clicks it shut with finality. The sound sends a strange mixture of relief and arousal coursing through you. <<AlexandraTalk "There. All safe and sound. This is where it belongs, just like you belong to me.">> Her words settle over you like a warm blanket, and you nod, feeling both humbled and proud of your submission. <<AlexandraTalk "Alright, sweetheart, it’s time for you to go. I’ve got a busy morning tomorrow, and as much as I’d love to keep you here, I need my beauty sleep.">> Her words are gentle but firm, leaving no room for argument. You nod, though the thought of leaving her penthouse fills you with a bittersweet ache. [[Prepare to leave.|AlexandraMeet7][$p=19]] <<elseif $p eq 19>> You quickly gather your clothes, slipping back into your outfit with care. The chastity cage nestled between your legs feels both comforting and restrictive, a tangible reminder of her control over you. Once dressed, you glance at her, standing regal and composed, still glowing from the intimacy you’d shared. <<AlexandraTalk "Don't forget to pack up your new panty darling.">> As you step toward the door, she stops you with a gesture, pulling you into a deep, lingering French kiss. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AW/Alexandra50.jpg" height=400></div> Her lips claim yours with authority, her tongue teasing and tasting, as if sealing you with her mark. When she finally pulls away, your lips tingle, and your heart races. <<AlexandraTalk "Be a good girl this week, and you’ll earn an even better reward next time.">> You nod again, unable to speak, your emotions caught between gratitude and longing. With one last smile, she opens the door for you, and you step into the hallway, feeling the cool air of the corridor against your flushed skin. In the elevator, you lean against the mirrored wall, your reflection catching your eye. The night replays in your mind, and you feel a quiet pride at having pleased her. The cage, though still a challenge, now feels like a badge of honor, a gateway to new experiences! You smile softly to yourself, thinking of the two orgasms she’d given you tonight—more pleasure than you’d experienced in weeks. Despite the ache of leaving her side, you’re already looking forward to the week ahead, the tasks she’s set for you, and the promise of an even better reward next time. <<link[[Go Home.|Downtown Venue]]>><<set $alexandraquest to 7>><<set $p to 1>><<set $sidemenu to 0>><<set $pantiesinv.push($panties34)>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>><<set $brooke10nude to 0>> You’re sitting at the park, enjoying the quiet of the morning when <brooke>Brooke</brooke> arrives, looking both excited and uncharacteristically nervous. Her energy is different today. She waves and jogs over to you, her usual confidence tinged with something else. <<BrookeTalk "Hey, $femname! Want to come back to my place? I really need to talk to you about something.">> You narrow your eyes, sensing the seriousness in her tone despite the bright smile she flashes. <<MCTalk "Uh, sure. Is everything okay? You seem... different.">> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> chuckles nervously, brushing her hair back. <<BrookeTalk "Yeah, yeah, everything’s fine. I just—let’s talk at my place, okay?">> You nod, curious but a little apprehensive, and follow her. The walk is quiet, <brooke>Brooke</brooke> fidgeting with her hands more than usual, clearly gathering her thoughts. When you arrive at her apartment, she gestures for you to sit down as she takes a deep breath. <<BrookeTalk "Okay, so... I did a thing.">> You tilt your head. <<MCTalk "What kind of thing?">> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> exhales dramatically and finally blurts out, <<BrookeTalk "I opened a NaughtyFans account.">> Your eyes widen in shock. <<MCTalk "Wait. What? You actually did it?">> She nods quickly, her nervousness morphing into excitement. <<BrookeTalk "Yeah! And guess what? I already have 130 paying members!">> Your jaw practically drops. <<MCTalk "What?! 130 people? How? When did you even open it?">> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> grins, her confidence growing as she explains. <<BrookeTalk "Last Sunday... I wasn’t sure how it would go at first, but people are loving it. It’s insane!">> You blink a few times, trying to process this. <<MCTalk "Last Sunday? That’s... really fast. But wait—are you actually posting, like, naughty content on there?">> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> hesitates for a second, then leans forward with a mischievous smirk. <<BrookeTalk "Define naughty.">> Your cheeks flush as you hesitate to answer <brooke>Brooke's</brooke> teasing smirk. <<MCTalk "I mean, are we talking about, like... nudes?">> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> waves her hand dismissively. <<BrookeTalk "Oh, no, no, nothing like that! I haven’t posted any nudes. Yet. Kidding! It’s just one photo of me in a bra and a video where I show off some swimsuits. It’s all pretty tame, honestly.">> You let out a small sigh of relief, though the idea of <brooke>Brooke</brooke> doing even that much still makes you a little flustered. <<MCTalk "Well, I guess that’s... not as shocking as I thought.">> [[Brooke grins and scoots closer to you on the couch.|Brooke10][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> <<BrookeTalk "Hey, do you want to see them? I mean, you’ve been my biggest supporter, my photographer, my manager—you’re basically part of this journey!">> You hesitate, feeling a little awkward. <<MCTalk "I don’t know... wouldn’t that be kind of weird?">> Her earnestness is hard to ignore. She’s right—you’ve been by her side through all of this. <<MCTalk "Okay, fine. Show me.">> <brooke>Brooke's</brooke> face lights up with excitement as she grabs her phone and pulls up the content. <<BrookeTalk "You’re going to love this. Just wait!">> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> turns her phone around, holding it up so you can see. The screen displays her first NaughtyFans post—a selfie featuring her radiant smile, framed by wavy blonde hair. The focal point of the shot is her white lace bra, delicately crafted and tastefully non-sheer, showing off her generous cleavage without crossing into overly sultry territory. The lighting flatters her skin, and she exudes confidence in the photo. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/NaughtyFans/BrookeNaughty3.jpg" height=500></div> You take a deep breath, trying to keep your voice steady and professional. <<MCTalk "You look great, Brooke. It’s... well done. Tasteful but still eye-catching.">> She beams, clearly pleased with your reaction. <<BrookeTalk "Thanks, $femname! I thought so too. I didn’t want to go too far right out of the gate, you know? Just enough to catch their attention.">> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> takes the phone back, her fingers swiping through the app with practiced ease. As she scrolls, she starts talking casually. <<BrookeTalk "The craziest part is, I didn’t even post about this on my Swiftgram. I figured I’d keep it lowkey at first, but somehow, people noticed. Next thing I know, I’ve got 130 subs in just four days!">> You blink, surprised. <<MCTalk "Wait, you didn’t link it or anything? How did they even find out?">> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> chuckles, shrugging. <<BrookeTalk "I guess people must’ve been snooping around. Word spreads fast when you’re popular, I suppose.">> She taps her phone screen a few more times, then glances up at you with a grin. <<BrookeTalk "Okay, ready to see the video? It’s my favorite.">> [[Brooke taps the play button, and the video begins on her phone.|Brooke10][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> You see her standing in her bedroom, wearing two bold bikinis. She spins playfully in front of the camera, offering a cheeky smile as she adjusts the straps on her hips, her every movement radiating youthful confidence. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/Phone/NaughtyFans/BrookeTryOn.mp4"/></div> Beneath the video, a stream of comments scrolls by, most of them dripping with admiration and more than a hint of lust: <i>“Absolute goddess.” “You’re perfection!” “I subscribed just for this, worth every penny!”</i> You glance away as the video ends, doing your best to maintain professionalism despite the lingering heat in your cheeks. <<MCTalk "That’s... uh, very effective, Brooke. I can see why people are subscribing.">> She laughs, clearly amused by your attempt to stay composed. <<BrookeTalk "It’s okay to admit it’s hot, $femname. That’s kind of the point. But yeah, this is the kind of stuff that will keep people coming back.">> Before you can respond, she places her phone down and fixes you with a serious look. <<BrookeTalk "So, I need your help today. I’ve got some new stuff to post, and honestly, I trust you to make it look amazing.">> <<MCTalk "Brooke, I don’t know if I can—">> She holds up her hand, cutting you off. <<BrookeTalk "Wait, let me finish. I’ll pay you. Three hundred bucks for a couple of hours, and I promise—no lingerie, no bikinis this time.">> Your hesitation melts away at the offer. <<MCTalk "$300? For real?">> She nods enthusiastically. <<BrookeTalk "For real. Think of it as part of the business. So, what do you say?">> You sigh, realizing there’s no harm in helping her, especially with her reassurance about the outfits. <<MCTalk "Alright, fine. What do you need me to do?">> [[Brooke grins and leads you to her bedroom.|Brooke10][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> There are three outfits are neatly laid out on her bed: The first is a set of dark, loose-fitting comfy pants paired with a small, fitted top that accentuates her curves. The deep neckline of the top is perfect for showing off her impressive cleavage, drawing attention to her chest in a bold yet casual way. The second is a pink, glittery mini dress. It has a modest neckline but clings to her body, stopping daringly high above the knees. It’s clearly designed to highlight her long legs and, depending on the angle, her backside too. The third outfit is the most daring by far: a white knitted crop top that just barely covers her chest, leaving a playful glimpse of underboob and cleavage. The matching knitted white mini skirt is tight and short, showcasing her toned legs, her midriff, and practically everything else. This set screams confidence and sensuality, leaving little to the imagination. Brooke gestures at the outfits with an eager smile. <<BrookeTalk "Alright, $femname, here’s the deal. I can’t decide which one to go with today. I trust your judgment, so what do you think? Which one’s gonna make the best impression?">> You look at the outfits, weighing each one. <<MCTalk "They all have their... appeal. What kind of vibe are you going for?">> Brooke taps her chin thoughtfully. <<BrookeTalk "I want to grab attention, obviously. But I also want it to feel effortless, like, ‘Oh, I just threw this on, and I still look amazing.’ You know?">> Which one will you choose for today? <<link[[Choose the dark set.|Brooke10]]>><<set $p to 5>><<set $brooke10 to 'Dark'>><</link>> <<link[[Choose the pink dress.|Brooke10]]>><<set $p to 7>><<set $brooke10 to 'Pink'>><</link>> <<link[[Choose the white outfit.|Brooke10]]>><<set $p to 9>><<set $brooke10 to 'White'>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 5>> Your gaze drifts over the outfits again before pointing to the dark pants and the small, fitted top. <<MCTalk "What about this one? It’s got that balance of casual and sexy you’re going for.">> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> grins, nodding in agreement. <<BrookeTalk "I like it. Okay, gimme a second to change. Wait outside, $femname.">> You step out of the room and close the door behind you, leaning against the wall as you hear <brooke>Brooke</brooke> rustling through fabric and humming softly. After a moment, her voice calls out. <<BrookeTalk "Alright, come on back in!">> When you re-enter the room, you’re struck by her appearance. The loose dark pants hug her hips just enough to hint at her curves, and the small top is tied together by three thin strings in the middle, creating a tantalizing window that highlights her cleavage. The deep neckline, combined with her effortless confidence, makes the outfit feel bold yet approachable. You clear your throat, trying to stay focused. <<MCTalk "You look great, Brooke. The outfit definitely works.">> She flashes a self-assured smile, adjusting the strings lightly. <<BrookeTalk "Perfect. Let’s start with something simple—how about me on the bed, looking out at the sunlight? Casual vibes, but still sexy.">> You nod and position yourself with the camera as <brooke>Brooke</brooke> sits on the edge of her bed, tilting her head slightly toward the window. The morning sun streams in, catching the subtle shimmer in her hair and the curve of her midriff where the top rides up slightly. Her cleavage is ramed naturally by her posture and the effortless composition of the moment. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/Brooke4.jpg" height=500></div> You snap a few pictures, focusing on the way the light plays off her skin and the inviting aura she exudes. <<MCTalk "These look really good, Brooke. Casual, but with a definite edge.">> You take a few steps closer, adjusting the angle of the camera. <<MCTalk "Let’s try one with the focus on your upper body. The lighting’s perfect right now to catch some details.">> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> nods, shifting slightly on the bed. She straightens her back, tilting her head toward the window again. Her big lips part naturally, creating a sensual yet understated expression as the morning sunlight caresses her face and cleavage. The soft light highlights the curve of her chest, the strings of her top framing her cleavage in an almost artistic way. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/Brooke5.jpg" height=500></div> You click away, capturing every detail—the shimmer of her skin, the contrast between the soft fabric of her top and the smoothness of her body, and the sultry glow in her eyes. <<MCTalk "These are stunning, Brooke. You look radiant.">> She smirks confidently, brushing a stray lock of hair away from her face. <<BrookeTalk "Told you, I’m a natural. What’s next?">> [[You hesitate for a moment, then suggest something more intimate.|Brooke10][$p=6]] <<elseif $p eq 6>> <<MCTalk "How about you lie down on the bed sideways? Maybe prop your head up with one hand?">> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> raises an eyebrow but grins. <<BrookeTalk "Alright, let’s see what you’re thinking.">> She shifts onto her side, leaning her head against her hand, her elbow resting on the bed. The position naturally presses her chest together, enhancing the curves while maintaining an elegant allure. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/Brooke6.jpg" height=500></div> You kneel down to get the perfect angle, snapping a series of photos. The light plays across her body, accentuating her soft curves and giving the scene a warm, inviting glow. The intimacy of the pose is undeniable, but it’s far from vulgar—there’s a balance that you’re proud to have captured. <<MCTalk "These are amazing. You’ve really got a great sense of presence.">> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> glances at the screen of your camera, her smile widening. <<BrookeTalk "I love it so far, but… I think we can make the next one even more interesting. What do you say?">> You adjust the camera as <brooke>Brooke</brooke> sits back up on the bed, her body framed by the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. She leans slightly on her left arm, her head tilted in a way that makes her look dreamy and introspective. The shadows create a delicate contrast, highlighting the curves of her shoulders and the deep neckline of her top. You begin snapping photos, capturing her serene expression and the effortless elegance of her pose. <<MCTalk "This looks really good. The lighting’s perfect, and your expression is just… captivating.">> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> smiles softly but doesn’t reply immediately. Instead, she reaches up to adjust the strings of her top, her movements slow and deliberate. You barely notice at first, focused on framing the shot, but then you catch the subtle shift—the top now reveals just the faintest edge of her right areola. You swallow hard, trying to keep your reaction neutral. <<MCTalk "Uh… are you sure about this, Brooke?">> She glances at you with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. <<BrookeTalk "Of course. It’s just enough to keep them intrigued. Tease them a little, you know? Make them come back for more. That’s how you build loyalty.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/Brooke7.jpg" height=500></div> You nod, pretending to focus on the camera settings, though you can feel the heat rising in your face. The juxtaposition of her innocent, dreamy expression and the deliberate sultriness of the exposed skin creates a tension that’s hard to ignore. You steady your hands and begin taking more shots, angling the camera to highlight her features while keeping the focus subtle on the exposed detail. Her soft, almost angelic gaze contrasts with the boldness of her pose, creating a photo that’s both sensual and artistic. <<MCTalk "These are… really striking.">> She leans forward to peek at the shots, her smile widening as she sees the results. <<BrookeTalk "Perfect. Just the right amount of tease. My subscribers are going to love this. You’re seriously the best, you know that?">> You force a small laugh, shifting on your feet to hide the growing discomfort—and arousal—caused by the chastity cage. <<MCTalk "Glad I could help.">> [[The shoot comes to an end, it is time to leave.|Brooke10][$p=12]] <<elseif $p eq 7>> You glance over the outfits again, your eyes settling on the pink, glittery mini dress. <<MCTalk "How about the pink dress? It’s eye-catching but not too over the top. It’ll show off your legs, which I know you love highlighting.">> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> beams at your choice. <<BrookeTalk "Good call, $femname. Let me change into it real quick. Out of my bedroom, though—you know the drill.">> You step out into the living room, waiting while <brooke>Brooke</brooke> gets ready. The faint sounds of fabric rustling and <brooke>Brooke</brooke> humming to herself float out from the bedroom. After a few minutes, she emerges, and you can’t help but be impressed. The pink dress hugs her figure perfectly, shimmering under the soft natural light filtering in through the windows. She’s paired it with open white high heels that emphasize the length of her legs, and her makeup looks fresh and flawless, complementing the girly yet bold vibe of the dress. <<BrookeTalk "Alright, let’s get to it. Where do you want me?">> You nod and raise your camera. <<MCTalk "Let’s start simple. Just stand there, casual but confident.">> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> strikes a relaxed pose, one hand on her shoulder and the other hanging loosely by her side, her head tilted slightly as she flashes a soft smile at the camera. The pink dress catches the light beautifully, and her confidence radiates in the shot. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/Brooke8.jpg" height=500></div> After taking the first few pictures, you lower the camera and think for a moment. <<MCTalk "Okay, let’s try something different. Sit down on that low white seat. We’ll do something that shows off your legs more.">> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> smirks. <<BrookeTalk "You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?">> She walks over to the seat and sits, carefully adjusting her posture. The mini dress rides up just a little, revealing more of her long, toned legs, but still staying well within tasteful territory. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/Brooke9.jpg" height=500></div> You position yourself for the perfect angle and start snapping away, capturing the way her legs stretch out in the frame and the casual yet captivating way she carries herself. <<MCTalk "That’s perfect, Brooke. Just like that.">> You glance at the seat, an idea forming in your mind. <<MCTalk "Okay, let’s try one more pose. Lay on the seat sideways, and we’ll focus on your legs again, but let’s add some variety.">> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> raises an eyebrow playfully. <<BrookeTalk "Sideways? Alright, let’s see what you’ve got in mind.">> [[She gets into position.|Brooke10][$p=8]] <<elseif $p eq 8>> She gracefully adjusts herself, lying on her side with her legs slightly bent, propped up on one arm for support. The other hand plays with her hair, brushing it behind her head, her posture a perfect balance of playful and relaxed. But just as you’re about to start shooting, she smirks mischievously and adjusts her dress, pulling it up slightly higher on her thighs. The movement reveals a glimpse of her flowered, white panties. You feel your face heat up, but you quickly swallow your reaction and refocus, determined to remain professional. <<MCTalk "Uh, great, let’s... keep it natural. Just hold that smile.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/Brooke10.jpg" height=500></div> You adjust the frame, aiming to highlight <brooke>Brooke's</brooke> dazzling smile and upper body while keeping her legs elegantly positioned. The camera barely catches the edge of her panties, blurred and out of focus in the background. You snap several shots, trying to maintain your composure even as your pulse quickens. <<MCTalk "Alright, that’s a wrap for this pose. Let’s take a look.">> You show her the shots, flipping through them on the camera screen. Brooke leans in, her eyes lighting up as she sees the final composition. <<BrookeTalk "Oh my god, $femname, this is so good. The way the panties are just barely in the shot—it’s subtle but so teasing. This could totally go on Swiftgram to make people curious and drive them to my NaughtyFans. You’re seriously amazing at this.">> <<MCTalk "Thanks, Brooke. I’m glad you like it.">> She grins and pats your shoulder. <<BrookeTalk "Like it? I love it. You’re my secret weapon, $femname.">> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> stretches as she stands up from the seat, a glint of mischief in her eyes. <<BrookeTalk "Okay, $femname, let’s wrap this up with a bang. Something my subscribers will really go crazy over.">> You raise an eyebrow, curious about what she means. She turns her back to you and, without hesitation, lifts the hem of her pink dress, revealing her thonged ass in full display. Your breath catches, and you swallow hard, suddenly grateful for the snug chastity cage beneath your clothes. Without it, you’re sure you’d be in an embarrassing situation right now. <<MCTalk "Uh... Brooke, are you sure about this? I mean, this is... a lot.">> She glances over her shoulder, her expression unapologetically confident. <<BrookeTalk "Of course I’m sure. This is what people pay for, $femname. Besides, it’s tasteful enough for NaughtyFans. Trust me, I know what I’m doing.">> You hesitate for a moment before sighing, relenting under the weight of her conviction. <<MCTalk "Alright, if you’re sure. Let me just... uh, adjust the angle.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/Brooke11.jpg" height=500></div> You drop to your knees to capture the shot from a low perspective, aiming upward to emphasize the curve of her legs, her toned back, and, of course, the focal point of her pose. Despite the provocative nature of the shot, you try to focus on the technical aspects—lighting, framing, and composition—channeling all your energy into professionalism. <brooke>Brooke</brooke> poses effortlessly, arching her back slightly and looking over her shoulder with a sultry smile, adding an element of playful seduction to the photo. You take a few shots, each click of the camera heightening the intensity of the moment. <<MCTalk "Okay, got it. I think these will definitely make an impression.">> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> lowers her dress and turns around, grinning. <<BrookeTalk "Let me see!">> You show her the shots on the camera screen. Her face lights up with satisfaction. <<BrookeTalk "Oh yeah, this is perfect. My subscribers are going to love this. You’re seriously the best, $femname. I owe you big time.">> You force a small smile, your mind still racing from the intensity of the shoot. <<MCTalk "Happy to help.">> [[The shoot comes to an end, it is time to leave.|Brooke10][$p=12]] <<elseif $p eq 9>> You glance at the three outfits laid out on the bed, your eyes lingering on the third one—the white knitted crop top and mini skirt. It’s bold, daring, and practically designed to draw attention. After a moment’s hesitation, you point to it. <<MCTalk "This one... it’s definitely the most eye-catching. If your goal is to really grab attention, I think this is the way to go.">> <brooke>Brooke's</brooke> eyes light up, her lips curving into a confident smile. <<BrookeTalk "You’re so right! This one screams confidence and sensuality. If anything’s going to pull people in, it’s this.">> She picks up the outfit, holding it up against her body as she glances in the mirror. <<BrookeTalk "This is exactly the kind of energy I need for my page.">> You manage a small nod, feeling your cheeks warm as she studies the ensemble. <<MCTalk "Yeah, it’ll definitely get their attention.">> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> turns to you with a playful grin. <<BrookeTalk "Alright, give me a minute to change. Out you go.">> She waves you toward the door, her tone light but insistent. <<MCTalk "Right. Take your time.">> You step out into the hallway, closing the door behind you. Standing there, you try not to think too much about how revealing the outfit is—or how much more daring this shoot will likely become. After a few minutes, <brooke>Brooke's</brooke> voice calls out from inside the room. <<BrookeTalk "Okay, you can come back in now.">> You take a steadying breath and push the door open, stepping into the room. When your eyes land on her, you’re momentarily stunned. The white knitted crop top clings to her chest, revealing a playful hint of underboob, while the mini skirt hugs her curves and leaves her toned legs on full display. Her midriff is bare, the soft texture of the knit adding a hint of playful innocence to the otherwise daring look. <brooke>Brooke</brooke> strikes a casual pose, one hand resting on her hip. <<BrookeTalk "What do you think? Worth the hype?">> You swallow hard, trying to focus on the professional aspect of the shoot. <<MCTalk "It’s... perfect for what you’re going for. Definitely attention-grabbing.">> Her grin widens as she picks up her phone and gives herself a once-over in the mirror. <<BrookeTalk "Alright, let’s make some magic happen.">> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> climbs onto the bed, her movements graceful yet confident. She positions herself for the first photo. Her left thumb hooks casually under the thin string of her knitted crop top, creating an inviting, playful look. The way the top fits reveals cleavage both from above and below, emphasizing her curves without crossing into outright nudity. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/Brooke14.jpg" height=500></div> You bring the camera up, carefully framing the shot to focus on her face and chest. The light catches her features perfectly, highlighting the mischievous glint in her eyes and the soft texture of the knitted fabric. <<MCTalk "Hold that pose… Perfect.">> You snap a series of shots, adjusting slightly to capture her at the best angles. Once finished, you step forward to show her the results. <brooke>Brooke</brooke> leans in to review the images, her face lighting up with satisfaction. <<BrookeTalk "These are amazing! I love how flirty and confident it looks. You’ve got such a good eye for this.">> Encouraged by the success of the first photo, <brooke>Brooke</brooke> adjusts her position for the next shot. She sits on the bed with her right leg tucked under her left, her posture elegant yet relaxed. Her left hand toys with her hair behind her head while her right hand supports her weight. The pose showcases her midriff, toned legs, and ample cleavage all at once, radiating confident sensuality without veering into overtly sultry territory. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/Brooke12.jpg" height=500></div> You frame the shot carefully, capturing her glowing skin and the interplay of light and shadow across her body. <<MCTalk "This looks fantastic—dreamy but strong. Just hold it there for a few more seconds.">> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> follows your direction, her expression remaining serene yet inviting. After a handful of shots, you step back, reviewing the images before handing her the camera. She scrolls through them, nodding with approval. <<BrookeTalk "These are perfect. It’s just the right balance of sexy and classy. I love it.">> [[Feeling a mix of pride and nervousness, you glance at her as she sits back, a spark of mischief in her eyes.|Brooke10][$p=10]] <<elseif $p eq 10>> <<BrookeTalk "Okay, now let’s step it up a bit for the next one. I want something bolder.">> You hesitate, already imagining what she might have in mind. <<MCTalk "Bolder? Like… how bold are we talking?">> Her grin widens as she adjusts her position slightly. <<BrookeTalk "Don’t worry, you’ll see. Just trust me.">> You grip the camera tighter, your chest tightening with a mix of curiosity and apprehension as you prepare for what’s next. <brooke>Brooke</brooke> grabs a fluffy white pillow from the bed and positions it at the center, straddling it with effortless confidence. The pillow’s placement cleverly hides her panties beneath the mini white skirt, maintaining an air of subtlety. She leans forward slightly, balancing herself with one hand on the pillow, her posture relaxed yet alluring. You lift the camera, ready to capture the moment. The pose, while suggestive, is more understated than you’d expected. <<MCTalk "This is… tasteful. Let’s try a few angles.">> As you start snapping photos, <brooke>Brooke's</brooke> playful side emerges. Her free hand moves to the top of her knitted crop top, her index finger teasingly pulling it down just enough to reveal a tantalizing hint of her areolas. The motion is subtle yet provocative, the perfect tease for her NaughtyFans audience. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/Brooke13.jpg" height=500></div> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> locks eyes with the camera, her piercing blue gaze radiating confidence and intimacy. You swallow hard, steadying your breath as you focus on the shot. Her expression is both innocent and inviting, creating a striking contrast with the daring reveal. <<MCTalk "That’s… perfect. Hold that.">> You take several shots, adjusting your angle slightly to capture the interplay of light on her skin and the soft texture of the knitted fabric. <brooke>Brooke's</brooke> body language is effortless, her every move conveying confidence and sensuality. After a few more snaps, you lower the camera and review the shots. Brooke leans in beside you, her eyes sparkling with excitement. <<BrookeTalk "Oh my god, these are amazing! This is exactly the kind of thing that keeps people coming back. You’re a genius with this camera!">> You force a small, professional smile, pushing down the growing mix of arousal and pride. <<MCTalk "Happy to help.">> <<if $BrookeLove gte 3>> [[Feeling a mix of pride and nervousness, you glance at her as she sits back, a spark of mischief in her eyes.|Brooke10][$p=11]] <<else>> [[With the shots finalized, you both sit back for a moment, the energy in the room electric from the successful session.|Brooke10][$p=12]] <</if>> <<elseif $p eq 11>><<set $brooke10nude to 1>> After a beat of silence, <brooke>Brooke</brooke> suddenly leans forward, a mischievous glint in her eye. <<BrookeTalk "Okay, I’ve got one last idea. It’s… a little wilder, but it’ll be for my top-tier subscribers only. What do you think?">> Your stomach tightens at her words, both intrigued and apprehensive. <<MCTalk "Uh, how wild are we talking?">> She gives you a pleading look, her tone dipping into earnestness. <<BrookeTalk "Please, just trust me. It’s not like full-on crazy, but it’s definitely… a step further. You’ve already been amazing, and I swear this will be the last one. Please?">> You hesitate, the weight of the situation settling on your shoulders. But a part of you recognizes that your encouragement and photography have emboldened her to explore this territory. Reluctantly, you sigh. <<MCTalk "Alright, Brooke. Let’s do it. But this better be the last one.">> She claps her hands together in excitement before turning serious for a moment. <<BrookeTalk "You’re the best! Okay, here’s the idea.">> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> adjusts her position on the bed, sitting upright with her legs folded to one side. Slowly, she pulls at the edge of her top until her right breast is fully exposed, the soft fabric falling away to reveal her nipple. The boldness of the pose catches you completely off guard. You freeze, your mind racing as you take in the sight of her naked breast for the first time. It’s impossible not to feel a flush of heat crawl up your neck, but you quickly try to mask your reaction. <<MCTalk "Wow, Brooke, um… this is… definitely bold.">> She grins, seemingly unfazed by your reaction. <<BrookeTalk "Bold is the point, right? Let’s do this before I chicken out.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Park/Brooke15.jpg" height=500></div> You lift the camera to your face, your hands trembling slightly as you adjust the focus. Trying to lighten the mood, you smirk. <<MCTalk "You know, with this level of photography, my rates are officially going up.">> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> laughs, tossing her hair back confidently. <<BrookeTalk "Charge whatever you want. This is going to make me a fortune.">> You take a deep breath and center the shot, focusing on her breast and face. Her expression is serene yet inviting, a perfect blend of sensuality and confidence. The exposed skin adds an undeniable edge to the photo, and you can’t deny how striking the composition is. After a few snaps, you lower the camera, your pulse pounding. <brooke>Brooke</brooke> leans over to check the images, her excitement bubbling over. <<BrookeTalk "Oh my god, these are perfect! Seriously, this is next-level. I can’t thank you enough!">> You hesitate for a moment, the weight of what just happened pressing on your thoughts. <<MCTalk "Brooke, are you sure about posting these? I mean, it’s pretty… out there.">> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> straightens up, her playful demeanor softening into something more serious. <<BrookeTalk "I get it, $femname. It’s bold, but I know what I’m doing. I’ve thought about this a lot. This is part of building my brand and getting to where I want to be.">> You search her face for any hesitation but find only confidence. <<MCTalk "I just don’t want you to regret it later. You’re putting yourself out there in such a big way.">> She places a hand on your arm, her tone reassuring. <<BrookeTalk "I appreciate you looking out for me, but trust me, I’ve got this. I’m being super careful about what I share and how I present myself. This is going to open doors for me, $femname. I can feel it.">> You sigh, still concerned but unable to deny her determination. <<MCTalk "Alright. Just… promise me you’ll be careful, okay?">> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> smiles warmly, her confidence radiating. <<BrookeTalk "I promise. And thank you for being here for me, seriously. It means a lot.">> [[The shoot comes to an end, it is time to leave.|Brooke10][$p=12]] <<elseif $p eq 12>> <brooke>Brooke</brooke> reaches for her purse, pulling out a crisp <<if $brooke10nude eq 1>>$500<<else>>$300<</if>> in cash. She folds the bills neatly and presses them into your hand with a warm smile. <<BrookeTalk "Here you go, $femname. You earned every penny. Thanks for being such an amazing help today.">> You look down at the money in your hand, feeling a strange mix of pride and disbelief. <<MCTalk "Thanks, Brooke. I’m glad I could help.">> Before you can say more, she steps forward and pulls you into a big, warm hug, squeezing you tightly. You’re momentarily caught off guard but return the hug awkwardly, feeling the softness of her embrace and the genuine gratitude radiating from her. She pulls back slightly, just enough to plant a soft kiss on your cheek, leaving a faint trace of her peachy lip gloss behind. <<BrookeTalk "Seriously, $femname, you’re a lifesaver. I don’t know what I’d do without you.">> You nod, feeling the blush creeping up your face. <<MCTalk "Anytime, Brooke.">> With that, you gather your things and head to the door, <brooke>Brooke</brooke> waving as you leave. <<BrookeTalk "Don’t forget, we still need to plan that beach day!">> <<MCTalk "Sure thing, we’ll figure it out.">> As you step outside into the warm sunlight, you take a deep breath, trying to process the whirlwind of emotions from the past few hours. Stuffing the money into your pocket, you can’t help but feel a small sense of accomplishment, even if the day was unconventional, to say the least. <<link[[Leave|City]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $brookequest to 10>><<set $time += 1>><<TimeDay>> <<if $brooke10nude eq 1>><<set $money +=500>><<else>><<set $money+=300>><</if>> <</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> You, <jia>Jia</jia>, and <liya>Liya</liya> are seated at a cozy table in the mall café, the scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries filling the air. The three of you chat casually, the morning sunlight filtering through the large windows, creating a warm, inviting atmosphere. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Mall/MallCafe.jpg" height=500></div> <<JiaTalk "So, I need to grab a few things from Blossom Apparel after this. New tops and maybe some jeans. My wardrobe's been feeling kind of stale lately.">> <liya>Liya</liya> leans back in her chair, stirring her coffee with an amused smirk. <<LiyaTalk "Stale? Jia, your outfits are always cute. But I guess we can never have too many options, huh?">> You chuckle at their banter, taking another sip of your drink. <<MCTalk "Sounds like a good idea. Blossom Apparel always has great stuff.">> <liya>Liya's</liya> gaze shifts to you, a mischievous glint in her eyes. <<LiyaTalk "What about you, $femname? Need anything? Maybe a cute new top or something?">> You shake your head, a little taken aback by the suggestion. <<MCTalk "Nah, I’m good. Don’t really need anything right now.">> But as the conversation moves on, you can’t help but think about your current wardrobe—and your growing comfort with feminine pieces. You hesitate for a moment, then speak up. <<MCTalk "Actually… maybe I’ll check out some new thongs.">> <jia>Jia</jia> looks up from her plate, surprised but encouraging. <<JiaTalk "Thongs? Cool.">> <liya>Liya's</liya> reaction is more animated, her eyes lighting up as she leans forward. <<LiyaTalk "Wait—thongs? I knew that panty selfie made you more comforatble in your own skin.">> <<MCTalk "Yeah, actually. I’ve been wearing them lately, and… they’re pretty comfortable, honestly. And... I feel very sexy in them...">> <liya>Liya</liya> nearly bounces in her seat, barely able to contain her enthusiasm. <<LiyaTalk "Oh my god, I love that for you! Thongs are a total game-changer. You’re embracing the vibe, $femname. We’re so looking at more stuff for you at Blossom Apparel.">> <jia>Jia</jia> smirks, shaking her head at <liya>Liya's</liya> boundless energy. <<JiaTalk "Liya, you’re going to scare her off if you keep that up.">> <liya>Liya</liya> shrugs unapologetically, her grin widening. You laugh nervously but can’t help feeling a little encouraged by her excitement. <<MCTalk "Maybe. I guess it wouldn’t hurt to look.">> <liya>Liya</liya> claps her hands together, clearly thrilled. <<LiyaTalk "Yes! Trust me, I’ll help you find the perfect stuff. You’re going to look amazing.">> The three of you finish your breakfast, the conversation flowing easily as you tease and laugh together. With your plates cleared and coffee cups empty, <jia>Jia</jia> stands up, stretching lightly. <<JiaTalk "Alright, ready to hit Blossom Apparel?">> <liya>Liya</liya> jumps up, grabbing her bag eagerly. <<LiyaTalk "Ready? I was born ready. Let’s go, ladies!">> As you follow them out of the café, a mix of nerves and excitement buzzes in your chest. You’re not entirely sure what to expect, but with <jia>Jia's</jia> calm support and <liya>Liya's</liya> infectious energy, you can’t help but feel like this might be a very fun morning! [[Go to Blossom Apparel|Jia Mall10][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> The three of you step into Blossom Apparel, the cool air conditioning washing over you as vibrant displays of clothing catch your eye. <jia>Jia</jia> gestures toward the tops section, her attention already drawn to a rack of colorful blouses. <<JiaTalk "I’ll be over there looking at tops. You two… behave.">> <liya>Liya</liya> smirks, immediately grabbing your hand. <<LiyaTalk "Oh, don’t worry about us. We’ll just be over here finding essentials.">> Before you can protest, <liya>Liya</liya> pulls you toward the lingerie section, her excitement bubbling over. <<MCTalk "Liya, I don’t think—">> <<LiyaTalk "Oh, hush. Trust me, this is going to be fun! You need to expand your collection eve more! And this is the perfect place to start.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Mall/BlossomApparel2.jpg"></div> <liya>Liya</liya> dives into the racks with the energy of a whirlwind, her fingers moving so quickly that you can barely keep up. Bright colors, delicate lace, and bold satin blur together as she pulls item after item, holding them up for the briefest second before adding them to her growing pile. You’re so flustered you can hardly form a coherent thought, your eyes darting nervously between <liya>Liya</liya>, the racks, and the other shoppers. <<MCTalk "Liya, don’t you think that’s… a lot?">> She waves you off with a grin, clearly in her element. Then, as she pauses to assess a pale blue piece with intricate embroidery, she suddenly looks at you, her expression curious. <<LiyaTalk "Hey, $femname… are you wearing a bra?">> The question hits you like a bolt of lightning, your cheeks flushing instantly. <<MCTalk "W-what? No! Why would I…?">> <liya>Liya</liya> shrugs, unfazed by your reaction. <<LiyaTalk "I don’t know, you might enjoy it. Some cute lace, a little padding—just saying.">> Her nonchalant tone makes it clear she’s not teasing, but the seed of her suggestion plants itself firmly in your mind, leaving you flustered as she resumes her enthusiastic hunt through the racks. Moments later, with her arms laden with an assortment of thongs in many colors. <<LiyaTalk "Alright, time to try these on. Let’s go.">> <<MCTalk "Liya, I’m not sure about trying these on. Isn’t it, like… not hygienic?">> <liya>Liya</liya> rolls her eyes playfully. <<LiyaTalk "Oh, please. They’ve got those little liners for trying on underwear. It’s fine. Besides, how else are you going to know if they fit?">> <<MCTalk "Still, I—">> Before you can finish your thought, <liya>Liya</liya> grabs your shoulders and gently but firmly steers you toward the dressing rooms, the thongs draped over her arm like a trophy. <<LiyaTalk "Relax, $femname. You’re acting like you’ve never done this before. Just go in, put one on, and see how amazing you look. You’ll thank me later.">> <<MCTalk "Liya, wait—">> She doesn’t wait. With a grin, she pushes you into an open dressing room, handing you the thongs as if they’re precious treasures. <<LiyaTalk "Now, be a good girl and try these on. No excuses. I’ll be right out here if you need help.">> You stare at the thongs in your hands, feeling a wave of panic. It’s not just the thought of trying on lingerie in a public store—it’s the secret under your clothes, the small pink chastity cage snugly locked in place. You swallow hard, your heart racing as you try to figure out a way to navigate this situation without <liya>Liya</liya> and <jia>Jia</jia> catching on. [[Let your anxiety settle and try on the first one...|Jia Mall10][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> You stand in the dressing room, the soft lighting highlighting the vibrant pile of thongs in your trembling hands. Taking a deep breath, you undress down to your caged self, carefully stepping into the lavender thong first. Sliding it up, you adjust it meticulously, ensuring your little secret remains hidden. The soft, snug fabric cups you perfectly, and you can’t help but glance in the mirror. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/MCTryon.jpg" height=500></div> The sight makes your cheeks flush—your slender frame, the curve of your hips, and the way the thong highlights your ass. You bite your lip, torn between anxiety of getting caught in the cage and a strong sense of pride. A sharp knock at the door jolts you out of your thoughts. <<LiyaTalk "Hey, $femname, everything okay in there?">> Your heart races as you quickly turn your back to the door, tugging the thong snugly into place. <<MCTalk "Uh… yeah, fine!">> <<LiyaTalk "Mind if I take a look? I just wanna see how it fits.">> Panic grips you, but before you can respond, you remember <liya>Liya's</liya> relentlessness. Resigned, you unlock the door, opening it just enough for her to slip inside before swiftly turning around to face the mirror. <<MCTalk "Here.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Clothes/LavenderThong.jpg" height=500></div> <liya>Liya</liya> steps in, her eyes immediately lighting up. <<LiyaTalk "Oh my God, $femname, look at you! This lavender is perfect—it’s so cute and sexy at the same time.">> Her voice drops to a playful whisper, but the excitement is unmistakable. You feel her eyes on you, taking in every detail as you stand there, nervously adjusting the straps. <<MCTalk "You think so?">> <<LiyaTalk "Think so? Babe, I know so.">> Feeling a spark of confidence, you lift your hand to playfully tug at the waistband, letting it snap back against your skin with a soft thwack. <liya>Liya</liya> grins, clearly delighted by your growing boldness. <<MCTalk "It does feel… nice.">> <<LiyaTalk "Nice? Please, you’re owning it. Look at that ass—it was made for thongs like this.">> Her words make your cheeks heat up, but you can’t deny the thrill that courses through you. <liya>Liya's</liya> enthusiasm is infectious, and for a moment, you even find yourself arching your back slightly, giving her an even better view. <liya>Liya</liya> chuckles softly, leaning closer to whisper in your ear. <<LiyaTalk "Alright, Miss Lavender, I think you’re ready for the next one. Try the striped blue one—it’ll be just as hot.">> Before you can protest, she slips out of the dressing room with a wink, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the pile of lingerie. [[You exhale deeply, the adrenaline still coursing through your veins as you reach for the striped blue thong.|Jia Mall10][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> You exhale deeply, setting aside the lavender thong and picking up the striped blue one. Sliding it up carefully, you adjust it just as meticulously, making sure everything is tucked and secure. The soft fabric feels different from the lavender one—playful yet snug—and as you turn to the mirror, you admire how the alternating blue and white stripes add a cute, summery vibe. A knock on the door pulls you from your thoughts again. <<LiyaTalk "Alright, $femname, let me see this one. Don’t keep me waiting!">> You hesitate but quickly unlock the door. As before, you keep your back to her, facing the mirror. <<MCTalk "Fine, but just from the back.">> <liya>Liya</liya> steps inside, her excitement palpable the moment she lays eyes on you. <<LiyaTalk "Oh, wow! Look at that. The stripes are adorable, and they totally pop against your skin. You’re a natural, $femname.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Clothes/StripedBlueThong.jpg" height=500></div> You shift slightly, feeling a mix of shyness and pride. Her genuine enthusiasm is hard to resist. <<MCTalk "You think it works?">> <<LiyaTalk "Absolutely. You’re rocking this. The way it hugs your hips—ugh, perfection.">> She places her hands on your shoulders, giving you an encouraging squeeze. You glance at her in the mirror, her wide grin making you feel a little bolder. Before she can leave, there’s another knock, followed by <jia>Jia's</jia> voice. <<JiaTalk "Hey, Liya? Are you still hogging $femname? I want to see too!">> The door opens slightly, and <jia>Jia</jia> steps in. Her eyes widen in surprise and delight as she catches sight of you in the striped thong. <<JiaTalk "Oh, my God! $femname, you look amazing! That’s such a cute thong—and wow, your ass looks incredible in it.">> Your face burns at her words, but you can’t help the small smile that tugs at your lips. <jia>Jia's</jia> approval feels… nice. <<LiyaTalk "I know, right? But you know what? I think we can push this even further.">> <jia>Jia</jia> nods, her gaze thoughtful as she sets down a pile of clothes she’s carrying. <<JiaTalk "Light colors. Like soft orange or pale pink. Those would look even better on $femname—really girly, super cute vibes.">> <<LiyaTalk "Ooh, yes! Great idea. Leave it to me—I’ll find the perfect ones.">> She winks at you before slipping out of the dressing room with purpose, clearly on a mission. <jia>Jia</jia> chuckles and picks up her clothes again. <<JiaTalk "Alright, I’ve got my own stuff to try on. But seriously, $femname, you’re killing it. You’re going to love those new thongs.">> [[With that, Jia exits, leaving you alone again.|Jia Mall10][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> You take a deep breath, your reflection staring back at you with growing confidence. Alone in the dressing room, you glance down at the pile of thongs <liya>Liya</liya> had picked out. One by one, you try them on—pink lace, a deep purple satin, even a bold red one. Each feels different, some snugger, some softer, but none capture the same magic as the lavender and striped ones. With every change, you find yourself more absorbed in the moment, adjusting the straps here and there, turning this way and that in the mirror. The anxiety of earlier—the fear of someone noticing your little secret—feels like a distant memory now. In its place is a newfound pride, a growing sense of belonging. You feel sexy, daring even, and strangely at ease among your vibrant, playful friends. A knock at the door interrupts your thoughts. <<LiyaTalk "Hey, $femname! I found the perfect one. You’re gonna love this.">> The door opens slightly, and <liya>Liya</liya> slips a soft orange thong through the gap. You take it, brushing your fingers over the silky material. <<MCTalk "Thanks, Liya. I, uh… actually tried a few others while you were gone, but none of them felt quite right.">> <liya>Liya</liya> chuckles from the other side of the door, her voice warm and teasing. You hold the soft orange thong in your hands, feeling its silky texture between your fingers. The color is warm and inviting, almost glowing against the softer light of the dressing room. Taking a deep breath, you begin slipping it on, the fabric sliding smoothly up your legs. It fits perfectly, hugging your hips just right. [[As you pull the waistband into place, the door suddenly swings open.|Jia Mall10][$p=6]] <<elseif $p eq 6>> <<LiyaTalk "Oh, hey! Sorry, I forgot to ask—did you try the black one? I thought you’d love it!">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/MCTryon2.jpg" height=500></div> You freeze, a rush of panic surging through you. Your hands instinctively shoot down, desperately trying to cover your chastity cage. But it’s too late—<liya>Liya's</liya> eyes widen as they take in the unmistakable pink curve of your locked secret, framed by the soft orange thong. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/MCTryon3.jpg" height=500></div> For a moment, neither of you says anything. The air feels charged, heavy with surprise and tension. <liya>Liya's</liya> expression is a mix of shock and curiosity, her mouth slightly open as if she’s about to speak but can’t find the words. <<MCTalk "L-Liya… I—">> <<LiyaTalk "Okay… wow. That’s… unexpected.">> Your cheeks burn, and you can’t meet her eyes, your hands still awkwardly trying to shield yourself despite the futility. <<MCTalk "I… I didn’t mean for you to see that.">> <liya>Liya</liya> doesn’t press, her voice softening. <<LiyaTalk "Hey, it’s fine. I’m not judging, $femname. Really. Just… try on the thong, okay? I wanna see how it looks.">> She offers you a small, reassuring smile before stepping back out of the dressing room. <<LiyaTalk "We’ll talk later, though. I’m gonna need all the details after we’re done shopping.">> Before you can respond, she gently pulls the door shut behind her. You quickly lock it this time, leaning against the door as your thoughts race. <mc><i>How am I going to explain this? Would she tell Jia?</i></mc> With a deep breath, you push the thoughts aside, determined to focus on the task at hand. You adjust the soft orange thong, smoothing the waistband and taking a moment to admire how it looks in the mirror. Despite your embarrassment, you can’t help but feel good about how it fits, the soft hue complementing your complexion. [[Gathering your courage, you unlock the door and open it.|Jia Mall10][$p=7]] <<elseif $p eq 7>> The moment you do, you’re greeted by both <liya>Liya</liya> and <jia>Jia</jia>, their faces alight with matching grins. Your stomach drops—Liya must have already told <jia>Jia</jia>. <jia>Jia</jia> wiggles her index finger, a playful smirk on her lips. <<JiaTalk "Turn around, $femname. Let me see.">> You hesitate but eventually comply, turning slowly to give them a full view. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Clothes/SoftOrangeThong.jpg" height=500></div> <<JiaTalk "I knew it! This color works so much better on you. It’s soft, playful, and totally you.">> She beams, then adds with a light laugh. <<JiaTalk "Alright, I’m buying this for you. My treat.">> Your eyes widen, and you quickly shake your head. <<MCTalk "Jia, no, you don’t have to—">> <liya>Liya</liya> steps in, her voice teasing but warm. <<LiyaTalk "And I’m getting you the lavender one. You can’t say no to both of us, $femname. Just accept it.">> You look between the two of them, their enthusiasm and kindness overwhelming. With your cheeks flushed and a sheepish smile, you finally nod. <<MCTalk "Th-thank you. Really, I mean it.">> You step back into the dressing room, your cheeks still burning as you close the door behind you. You change back into your regular clothes, carefully folding the soft orange, striped blue, and lavender thongs. Each one feels like a secret victory, a quiet step toward something new and thrilling, even if it also terrifies you. When you rejoin Jia and <liya>Liya</liya>, they’re chatting and laughing by the register. <jia>Jia</jia> places a small pile of clothes on the counter and smiles warmly at you as she pays for her selections, including the soft orange thong. <<JiaTalk "Here you go, $femname. One soft orange thong, courtesy of yours truly.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Jia Normal17.jpg" width=500></div> You stammer a thank-you, feeling your face heat up as you accept the small shopping bag. Next, <liya>Liya</liya> steps up, placing the lavender thong on the counter with a playful smirk. <<LiyaTalk "And this beauty is on me.">> You try to protest, but she waves you off. <<LiyaTalk "No arguments. It’s already happening.">> <<link[[But the blue striped thong for 80 dollars and leave.|Jia Mall10]]>><<set $p to 8>><<set $pantiesinv.push($panties18, $panties22, $panties21)>><</link>> <<link[[Leave Blossom Apparel.|Jia Mall10]]>><<set $p to 8>><<set $pantiesinv.push($panties18, $panties21)>><<set $BApanties.push($panties22)>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 8>> After settling the bill, the three of you leave Blossom Apparel, stepping back into the bustling mall. The bags in your hand feel heavier than they should, a tangible reminder of what just happened. As you walk, you desperately try to think of an excuse to escape the next inevitable conversation. <<MCTalk "I, uh, should probably get going. I have stuff to do, and—">> Before you can finish, <liya>Liya</liya> loops her arm through yours, effectively stopping your retreat. <<LiyaTalk "Oh no, you’re not going anywhere, $femname. We’re not done yet.">> Her tone is light, but there’s no mistaking the determination behind her words. She leans in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. <<LiyaTalk "We’re getting a cab, heading to our place, and having a little chat. No escaping, no excuses.">> <jia>Jia</jia> smiles knowingly, falling in step on your other side. <<JiaTalk "Don’t worry, $femname. We just want to talk. Promise.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/CityTaxi.jpg" width=500></div> You gulp, your heart racing as they guide you toward the mall exit, their cheerful chatter making it impossible to object. The cab ride is uncomfortably silent. <liya>Liya</liya> and <jia>Jia</jia> occasionally exchange glances and quiet whispers, but for the most part, the atmosphere feels heavy with unspoken questions. You sit awkwardly in the middle seat, your hands clutching the shopping bag tightly, your mind racing with thoughts about what to say—or what not to say. <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> presence looms in your mind like a shadow. Her decision to lock you in the chastity cage and guide your relationship with <jessica>Jessica</jessica> led you to this moment. Now, it’s a secret you can’t share, bound not only by her dominance but also by the ironclad NDA you signed. Even if you wanted to explain everything, you couldn’t. But what could you tell <liya>Liya</liya> and <jia>Jia</jia>? You feel their curiosity pressing against you like a tangible force. Your heart pounds as you weigh your options, trying to construct a story that’s vague enough to protect the truth but convincing enough to satisfy their inevitable probing. Before you can settle on anything, the cab pulls to a stop. <<LiyaTalk "We’re here!">> <jia>Jia</jia> pays the driver, and the three of you step out into the warm noon air. You follow them up a short flight of stairs and into their apartment building. [[Liya unlocks the door with a flourish, and the trio enters a cozy, modern apartment.|Jia Mall10][$p=9]] <<elseif $p eq 9>> <<LiyaTalk "Make yourself at home, $femname. Want something to drink? Wine? Tea? Or maybe something stronger?">> <jia>Jia</jia> laughs softly as she sets her bags down near the door. <<JiaTalk "Don’t overwhelm her, babe. She’s probably still reeling from the mall adventure.">> You manage a small smile, setting your own bag carefully on the coffee table. Your nerves haven’t settled, but the warmth of their home makes you feel slightly less on edge. <<MCTalk "Um, wine please. I need liquid courage, thanks.">> <liya>Liya</liya> disappears into the kitchen, leaving you and <jia>Jia</jia> in an awkward silence. You fiddle with the hem of your top, avoiding eye contact, while <jia>Jia</jia> stretches out on the couch, her curiosity evident. <<JiaTalk "So… what exactly happened back there? I mean, Liya’s been grinning like she’s holding onto some big secret, and I feel like I missed something.">> You hesitate, your cheeks heating up. Before you can answer, <liya>Liya</liya> returns with three glasses of wine, setting them down on the coffee table. <<LiyaTalk "Alright, here we go. One glass of courage for $femname, and one for my lovely girlfriend.">> She hands you a glass, and you take it gratefully, sipping immediately. The warmth of the wine spreads through your chest, loosening the knot of tension inside you. <liya>Liya</liya> sits beside <jia>Jia</jia>, smirking as she swirls her wine. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/JiaLiya6.jpg"></div> <<JiaTalk "Okay, spill. What’s going on?">> <liya>Liya</liya> glances at you, her expression almost challenging. <<LiyaTalk "Should I, or do you want to explain?">> You take another sip of wine, gathering your thoughts. <<MCTalk "It’s… complicated. But I guess the easiest way to explain is that… I wear something called a chastity cage.">> <jia>Jia</jia> tilts her head, clearly puzzled. <<JiaTalk "A chastity cage? What even is that?">> <liya>Liya</liya> leans forward, her grin widening. <<LiyaTalk "Oh, it’s a little device that locks guys' dicks. Keeps everything in place, prevents any, uh, unauthorized erections.">> <jia>Jia's</jia> eyes widen slightly, her brows furrowing. <<JiaTalk "Wait, wait, wait. You’re telling me… you’re locked in a cage? Like… on purpose?">> You nod, feeling your face burn with embarrassment. <<MCTalk "Yeah, it’s… it’s part of, um, a dynamic Jessica and I have. It’s not as weird as it sounds, I promise.">> <jia>Jia</jia> still looks confused, her gaze flicking between you and Liya. <<JiaTalk "Okay, but why? I don’t get it. Why would anyone… do that?">> <liya>Liya</liya> chuckles, clearly enjoying Jia’s bewilderment. <<LiyaTalk "It’s not about the cage itself, babe. It’s about trust, control, and, well, a little bit of fun. It’s like an agreement—$femname lets Jessica take the lead, and the cage is part of that. Right?">> You nod again, biting your lip. <jia>Jia</jia> leans back, a sly smile playing on her lips as she turns to Liya. <<JiaTalk "You know, maybe I should put you in one of those, Liya. It’d be nice to have some control over your horniness for once.">> <liya>Liya</liya> bursts out laughing, shaking her head. <<LiyaTalk "Oh, please! You’d miss me being all over you in about two seconds. Admit it, babe, you love me like this.">> [[Jia smirks but doesn’t deny it, sipping her wine instead.|Jia Mall10][$p=10]] <<elseif $p eq 10>> <liya>Liya</liya> grins and turns back to you, her eyes sparkling with mischief. <<LiyaTalk "So… Jessica really has the key? Like, she’s the one in charge of unlocking you?">> You hesitate for a split second, the weight of the truth pressing against your chest. But you force a smile and nod. <<MCTalk "Yeah, she does. It, uh… keeps things interesting, you know? Adds a little excitement.">> <liya>Liya</liya> raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued, but she doesn’t push further. Instead, <jia>Jia</jia> leans forward, her expression a mix of curiosity and concern. <<JiaTalk "But isn’t it, like… frustrating? Not being able to get, you know, erections or… release? I can’t imagine dealing with that.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Jia Normal18.jpg" width=500></div> You swallow hard, trying to keep your composure under their combined scrutiny. <<MCTalk "It can be a little frustrating, yeah. But it’s also… kind of the point, I guess? It’s about control, and trust, and… well, it’s hard to explain, but it works for us. And I'm getting more used to it everyday.">> <liya>Liya's</liya> grin turns devilish as she leans closer, her eyes glinting with mischief. <<LiyaTalk "So, $femname, what happens when you’re… you know, aroused in the cage?">> Your face flushes deep red as you shift uncomfortably in your seat, gripping your wine glass tightly. <<MCTalk "It’s… um… it’s not exactly pleasant. The cage… well, it kind of makes it impossible to get fully hard. It just… keeps everything restrained.">> <liya>Liya</liya> raises an eyebrow, her smirk widening. <<LiyaTalk "So you’re telling me, every time you get turned on, it’s like your body’s fighting itself? That’s gotta be… frustratingly hot. And yet, here you are, saying you’re getting used to it. Maybe even starting to like it?">> You swallow hard again, your heart pounding as you admit quietly, <<MCTalk "I… I guess so. I mean, it’s embarrassing, but… yeah, I’m kind of getting used to it. It’s… complicated.">> <liya>Liya</liya> lets out a soft laugh, shaking her head in amused disbelief. <<LiyaTalk "Oh, you must love being teased.">> She pauses, her grin turning even more wicked as an idea clearly forms in her mind. <<LiyaTalk "Alright, how about a deal, $femname? If you show Jia your little cage—you know, since she didn’t get a look at it earlier—I’ll give you a treat. I’ll show you my big, natural boobs.">> You nearly choke on your wine, your eyes widening in shock. <<MCTalk "Liya, no way! That’s… that’s ridiculous. I can’t—">> <liya>Liya</liya> cuts you off with a playful laugh, her tone dripping with mock innocence. <<LiyaTalk "What? It’s a fair trade. You give Jia a quick peek, and you get to see something you’ll definitely enjoy. I mean, you’re already locked up—you might as well have some fun with it, right?">> <jia>Jia</jia>, for her part, looks torn between embarrassment and amusement, glancing between the two of you. <<JiaTalk "Liya, seriously? Don’t push her if she doesn’t want to.">> <liya>Liya</liya> waves her hand dismissively, her grin only growing as she leans forward conspiratorially. <<LiyaTalk "Okay, okay, how about this—new deal. If you show Jia your cage, I won’t just flash my boobs… I’ll let you touch and play with them. Think about it, $femname. How many chances do you get for something like that?">> <jia>Jia's</jia> eyes widen in disbelief. <<JiaTalk "Liya! That’s… wow, you’re really pushing it.">> You sit frozen, feeling the weight of their expectant gazes. <liya>Liya's</liya> playful confidence is overwhelming, and your mind flashes back to <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> words about embracing your body and owning who you are. The thought fills you with both dread and a strange sense of determination. [[Finally, you take a deep breath, forcing yourself to meet their eyes.|Jia Mall10][$p=11]] <<elseif $p eq 11>> <<MCTalk "Alright… okay. I’ll do it.">> <liya>Liya's</liya> grin stretches ear to ear as she claps her hands together. <<LiyaTalk "That’s the spirit! Show us the goods, $femname.">> Your heart pounds as you stand, your hands trembling slightly as you set your wine glass aside. Slowly, you unbutton your $bottom, sliding them down your legs, followed by your panties. The room feels impossibly quiet as you reveal the pink chastity cage, its petite size and soft color standing out starkly against your skin. <jia>Jia's</jia> reaction is immediate and unfiltered. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/MCTryon4.jpg" height=500></div> <<JiaTalk "Oh my gosh, it’s so… little and cute!">> <liya>Liya</liya> snorts, covering her mouth as she tries to contain her laughter. Then she waves a finger at <jia>Jia</jia>, her tone mock-serious. <<LiyaTalk "Don’t let this set your expectations, babe. This is not how all dicks look, okay? There are much bigger ones out there.">> <jia>Jia</jia> nods, still staring, but her expression softens as she glances up at you. <<JiaTalk "Sorry, I didn’t mean to… it’s just unexpected. But, um, it does look kind of cute.">> <liya>Liya</liya> turns back to you, her mischievous smile softening into something warmer. <<LiyaTalk "You know, it is cute. And it’s even cuter that you and Jessica have such a trusting relationship. Not everyone could pull off something like this.">> Your cheeks burn, but a small smile creeps onto your face as you pull your jeans back up. Despite the embarrassment, a strange sense of pride fills you, bolstered by their reactions and <liya>Liya's</liya> playful encouragement. <liya>Liya</liya> claps her hands together again, standing up dramatically. <<LiyaTalk "Alright, a deal’s a deal! Top’s coming off. Get ready, $femname.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Liya21.jpg" height=600></div> <liya>Liya</liya> dramatically pulls her white T-shirt over her head, tossing it aside with a flourish. Her stunning, full breasts are revealed, and you catch sight of the intricate lion tattoo peeking out beneath her boob—a powerful and striking design that only enhances her allure. <jia>Jia's</jia> eyes widen briefly before a soft, dreamy smile graces her lips. Though she’s seen <liya>Liya</liya> like this countless times, her affection and admiration remain undiminished. <<JiaTalk "You really do have the most amazing boobs, babe.">> <liya>Liya</liya> winks at <jia>Jia</jia> before turning her full attention to you. [[She steps closer, her hands on her hips, her grin playful and teasing.|Jia Mall10][$p=12]] <<elseif $p eq 12>> <<LiyaTalk "Alright, $femname, you earned this. Go ahead. Touch them.">> Your breath catches in your throat, your heart pounding as she stands in front of you. Hesitantly, you reach out, your fingertips brushing against her soft skin. Her warmth radiates through your touch as you gently cup her breast, marveling at its fullness and softness. <<MCTalk "Wow… they’re… amazing.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Liya22.jpg" height=600></div> <liya>Liya</liya> chuckles, clearly enjoying your reaction. <<LiyaTalk "Told you it’d be worth it.">> As your fingers trace lightly over her skin, you feel your arousal building, the confines of the chastity cage becoming increasingly noticeable and uncomfortable. Despite the discomfort, you can’t help but be mesmerized by the moment. From the corner of your eye, you catch <jia>Jia</jia> shifting in her seat, her cheeks tinged with a rosy hue. She’s watching the two of you intently, her lips parted slightly as if she’s caught up in the energy of the moment. <<JiaTalk "Okay, wow. This is… kinda hot.">> <liya>Liya</liya> smirks, turning her head to glance at her girlfriend. <<LiyaTalk "Getting ideas, babe?">> <<if $JiaLove gte 3>> <jia>Jia</jia> shifts slightly, her lips curling into a shy smile as her eyes flicker between you and <liya>Liya</liya>. <<link[[Her blush deepens, but there’s a glimmer of excitement in her gaze.|Jia Mall10]]>><<set $p to 13>><<set $jiamall10lick to 1>><</link>> <<else>> <jia>Jia</jia> bites her lip, her blush deepening, but she doesn’t deny it. <<link[[Instead, her eyes flicker back to you, her gaze lingering for a moment before she looks down, clearly flustered but unable to tear herself away.|Jia Mall10]]>><<set $p to 14>><<set $jiamall10lick to 0>><</link>> <</if>> <<elseif $p eq 13>> <<JiaTalk "You know… Liya loves it when her nipples are played with. Especially when they’re licked.">> <liya>Liya</liya> pauses for a moment, her playful smirk faltering into a brief expression of surprise. She raises an eyebrow at <jia>Jia</jia>, then lets out a low chuckle. <<LiyaTalk "Really, Jia? Putting me on the spot like that?">> But her grin quickly returns, her gaze shifting to you. <<LiyaTalk "Alright, $femname. You heard her. Go ahead. Let’s see what you’ve got.">> Your heart races as you lean closer, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. Tentatively, you bring your lips to her nipple, your tongue flicking out to lightly trace the sensitive peak. The soft gasp <liya>Liya</liya> lets out encourages you, and you become a bit bolder, gently licking and teasing her. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Liya23.jpg" height=600></div> As you glance up at her, you see her grinning, but her focus isn’t entirely on you—her eyes are on <jia>Jia</jia>, who is watching intently, her own arousal evident. Jia’s lips are slightly parted, her chest rising and falling as she seems completely captivated by the scene. <liya>Liya's</liya> hand gently comes to rest on the back of your head, not guiding you but letting you know she’s enjoying it. After a moment, she chuckles softly and looks down at you. <<LiyaTalk "Alright, $femname. That was fun, but I think we’ve had our fill for now.">> You pull back, your cheeks flushed and your breath uneven, as <liya>Liya</liya> grabs her shirt and casually slips it back on. <jia>Jia's</jia> gaze lingers on her girlfriend for a moment longer before she shakes her head slightly, a dreamy smile on her face. The three of you settle back into a more casual atmosphere, dressing and moving to the living room. You sit on the comfortable couch, still trying to process everything that just happened. <liya>Liya</liya> stretches out lazily, her smirk as playful as ever, while <jia>Jia</jia> sits close to her, her hand resting lightly on <liya>Liya's</liya> knee. <<LiyaTalk "Well, that was a wild little detour. How’re you holding up, $femname?">> [[You manage a sheepish smile, still feeling a little overwhelmed but oddly at ease in their company.|Jia Mall10][$p=14]] <<elseif $p eq 14>> <<MCTalk "I think… I’m okay. Yeah. Thank you for not being too weird about this.">> <liya>Liya</liya> leans back on the couch, her smirk firmly in place, and crosses her legs casually. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Liya20.jpg" height=500></div> <<JiaTalk "So, $femname, about your girlfriend… I think we should do a double date with the four of us.">> You blink in surprise, your stomach fluttering at the suggestion. <<LiyaTalk "Yeah, I mean, she’s your keyholder, right? The one who’s got you in that cute little cage? I’d love to meet the woman who has you wrapped around her finger—sounds like my kind of gal.">> <<MCTalk "A double date? I… I guess that could be fun.">> <jia>Jia</jia> smiles warmly, her tone reassuring. <<JiaTalk "No pressure, of course. But we’d really love to get to know her. You two sound like such an interesting couple, and it’d be nice to spend time together.">> You take a deep breath, nodding slowly. <<MCTalk "Alright. I’ll talk to Jessica about it today and see what she thinks.">> <liya>Liya</liya> claps her hands together, her grin widening. <<LiyaTalk "That’s the spirit! Just let her know we’re excited to meet her. She must be pretty special to have a hold on you like that.">> <jia>Jia</jia> chuckles softly as she gets up to walk you to the door. <<JiaTalk "Thanks for spending the afternoon with us, $femname. It was a lot of fun. Let us know how the date goes, okay?">> <liya>Liya</liya> leans against the doorframe, her tone still teasing but genuinely warm. <<LiyaTalk "And don’t forget about our couples’ date—we’re counting on you to make it happen.">> You nod, a small smile tugging at your lips as you step out into the hallway. <<MCTalk "I will. Thanks for everything today. You two are… amazing.">> As you make your way home, the anticipation of your upcoming date with <jessica>Jessica</jessica>—and the possibility of a future double date—fills your mind. You can’t help but feel a mix of nervousness and excitement, wondering how <jessica>Jessica</jessica> will react to the idea and what adventures lie ahead. <<link[[Go Home.|My Room]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>> <<set $jiaquest to 11>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $psycclass eq 1>> In today's psychology class, you discovered that individuals tend to underestimate income inequality and wealth disparities due to the psychological "just-world hypothesis," which makes them believe the world is inherently fair and that people get what they deserve. <stress>Going to class increased your stress a bit.</stress> <<link [[Leave Class|College Campus]]>> <<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $psycclass +=1>><<set $stress +=5>><<Stress>><</link>> <<elseif $psycclass eq 2>> You arrive at the psychology building earlier than usual, deciding to grab a coffee from the vending machine in the lobby. As you sip the lukewarm drink, you notice <jia>Jia</jia> walking in through the main doors. Her black bag hangs casually over one shoulder, and she gives you a small smile when she spots you. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Jia Normal3.jpg" height=500></div> <<MCTalk "Hey Jia! You're here early too.">> <<JiaTalk "Yeah, I didn’t feel like rushing today. Plus, I wanted to go over some notes before class. What about you?">> <<MCTalk "Same here. Though to be honest, I’m mostly here for the coffee. Not great, but it’ll do. Want one?">> <<JiaTalk "Sure, why not. It’s better than nothing.">> You quickly get her a cup from the vending machine, handing it over. She takes a sip and makes a face, but laughs lightly. <<JiaTalk "Wow, you weren’t kidding. This is… functional. Thanks, though.">> The two of you find a bench in the hallway and sit down. Students trickle in around you, but it’s still relatively quiet. <<JiaTalk "So, how was the rest of your weekend? Did you get a chance to try out the camera?">> <<MCTalk "Not yet. I’ve been watching tutorials online, though. Seems like there’s a lot to learn. What about you? Did you and Liya take any photos?">> <<JiaTalk "A few. She’s really getting into to modelling. I think she’s planning a whole photoshoot this weekend, at home.">> <<MCTalk "That's cool, you as the photographer, she as the model. Good friends supporting each other.">> <<JiaTalk "Yeah, good friends. Looks like it’s time. Come on, let’s grab seats before it gets crowded.">> <<MCTalk "Lead the way.">> Today you discussed how studies in social psychology have revealed that cooperation and altruism are natural inclinations among humans, challenging the idea that selfishness is the primary motivator of human behavior. <stress>Going to class increased your stress a bit.</stress> <<link[[Leave Class|College Campus]]>> <<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $psycclass +=1>><<set $stress +=5>><<Stress>><</link>> <<elseif $psycclass eq 3>> You arrive at the psychology building earlier than usual, hoping to avoid the rush. As you step into the hallway, you notice <jia>Jia</jia> standing by the bulletin board, skimming through some flyers. She spots you and waves, a smile lighting up her face. <<JiaTalk "Hey! Fancy seeing you here so early.">> <jia>Jia</jia> sees your manicured fingers and she glows up with a huge smile! <<JiaTalk "It looks even better than I remember! So, be honest—are you starting to like it?">> <<MCTalk "It’s… growing on me. Every passing hour, actually. I’ll admit, my fingers have never looked this good before.">> <<JiaTalk "See? I told you! You’ve got great hands for it. And the polish really suits you. It’s classy but subtle. Perfect for someone testing the waters. Who knows? Maybe we’ll get you into nail art next.">> You laugh, shaking your head as the bell chimes in the distance. <<MCTalk "Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Come on, we’re going to be late.">> <<JiaTalk "Alright, alright. Let’s go.">> Today's lesson in cognitive psychology emphasized that people are more susceptible to cognitive biases when processing information related to issues like income inequality, often favoring viewpoints that align with their pre-existing beliefs. <stress>Going to class increased your stress a bit.</stress> After the class you see Mia, the Vixen model, on the campus, eating an ice-cream seductively. You are struck by her beauty and for a second you make eye contact with her. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/PhotoClub/Mia7.jpg" height=500></div> <<link [[Leave College Building|College Campus]]>> <<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $psycclass +=1>><<set $stress +=5>><<Stress>><</link>> <<elseif $psycclass eq 4>> You’re standing in the hallway outside the psychology lecture hall, scrolling absentmindedly through your phone, when you hear Jia’s cheerful voice. <<JiaTalk "Hey, $name!">> You look up to see her walking toward you, a bright smile on her face. She’s wearing a soft green sweater that matches her eyes, paired with jeans and white sneakers. Her red hair is tied into a loose braid that swings slightly as she walks. <<MCTalk "Hey, Jia. You’re in a good mood this morning.">> <<JiaTalk "I had a good breakfast. I mean, pancakes always make everything better, right?">> You laugh, shaking your head. <<MCTalk "I’m more of a waffles person, but I get it.">> She playfully nudges your arm as the two of you start walking toward the classroom together. <<JiaTalk "So, how’s your morning been? Did you recover from the weekend yet?">> <<MCTalk "Barely. I feel like I’m still half-asleep. But I’m here, so that’s a win.">> Jia chuckles, and there’s a moment of comfortable silence as you weave through the other students filling the hallway. <<JiaTalk "Hey, by the way, I meant to say—I think it’s really cool that you’ve been trying out new things lately. Like the earring. It suits you.">> You reach up to touch your ear instinctively, smiling. <<MCTalk "Thanks. I was nervous about it at first, but you and Liya made it easier.">> <<JiaTalk "That’s what friends are for, right? Besides, stepping out of your comfort zone isn’t always easy, but it’s worth it.">> You nod, feeling a warm sense of gratitude for her words. <<MCTalk "Thanks, Jia. That means a lot.">> <<JiaTalk "Alright, let’s survive another lecture together. Here’s hoping it’s not a snooze-fest.">> You laugh as the two of you find your seats, the morning feeling just a little brighter thanks to her kindness. You explored the importance of considering human irrationality in behavioral economics, where emotions and cognitive biases often drive people's choices rather than purely rational decision-making. <stress>Going to class increased your stress a bit.</stress> <<link [[Leave Class|College Campus]]>> <<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $psycclass +=1>><<set $stress +=5>><<Stress>><</link>> <<elseif $psycclass eq 5>> You’re seated outside the lecture hall, flipping through your notes while waiting for class to start. <jia>Jia</jia> arrives with her usual energy, her bright smile lighting up the room. <<JiaTalk "Hey, $name! Guess what?">> You glance up, setting your notes aside. <<MCTalk "What’s up, Jia?">> <<JiaTalk "The new Starlight Romance movie is coming out this weekend! I’ve been waiting forever for it.">> Her excitement is contagious, and you can’t help but smile. <<MCTalk "Oh yeah? What’s it about?">> <<JiaTalk "It’s this super cute rom-com about a princess who sneaks out of her palace and falls for a struggling artist. But get this—the twist is, she’s actually trying to hide the fact that she’s royalty the whole time. It’s going to be so good!">> You chuckle, leaning back in your chair. <<MCTalk "Sounds like your kind of movie. Lots of drama, romance, and probably a big reveal scene.">> <<JiaTalk "Exactly! And the leads have amazing chemistry. I’ve already watched all the trailers like ten times.">> You nod along, genuinely amused by her enthusiasm. <<MCTalk "Well, I hope it’s everything you’re hyping it up to be.">> <<JiaTalk "It will be! You should come see it too. I mean, who doesn’t love a good rom-com?">> <<MCTalk "I’ll think about it. Maybe you can convince me with your review afterward.">> She grins, punching your shoulder lightly. <<JiaTalk "Deal. But when I say it’s amazing, you’d better trust me.">> As the professor walks into the lecture hall, signaling the start of class, you both gather your things and head inside, her excitement lingering in the air. In today's class positive psychology lecture; you learned that achieving individual and societal well-being is closely tied to social justice and equity. <stress>Going to class increased your stress a bit.</stress> <<link [[Leave Class|College Campus]]>> <<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $psycclass +=1>><<set $stress +=5>><<Stress>><</link>> <<elseif $psycclass eq 6>> In today's developmental psychology class, you learned how early childhood experiences, particularly attachment styles, can shape an individual’s emotional development and relationship patterns throughout their life. <stress>Going to class increased your stress a bit.</stress> <<if $bottom eq "Skinny Jeans" or "High Waisted Skinny Jeans">> As you walk down the crowded corridor, your thoughts are focused on the next class. The snug fit of your tight jeans, however, seems to have caught someone’s attention. You feel a tingle on the back of your neck, the unmistakable sensation of being watched. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/CollegeJean.jpg" height=500></div> Glancing over your shoulder, you catch a guy standing near the lockers, his eyes locked on your ass. He quickly looks away when your eyes meet, but the brief connection leaves your heart racing. You turn back, feeling oddly flustered but a little empowered, noticing how differently people react to you now. The confidence you’ve been building grows with every step you take, knowing that people are starting to see you in a new light. <</if>> <<link [[Leave Class|College Campus]]>> <<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $psycclass +=1>><<set $stress +=5>><<Stress>><</link>> <<elseif $psycclass eq 7>> In today's psychology midterm, you answered questions like "How does cognitive bias affect people's perception of income inequality, and what are some examples?" Thanks to your focus in class, you found the questions easy to navigate and completed the midterm confidently. <stress>Having the midterm increased your stress a bit.</stress> After the midterm you have to pee. You step into the men's bathroom, your mind still buzzing from earlier. As you move toward the sink, a black guy standing at the urinal glances over his shoulder at you, a puzzled expression crossing his face. <b>"Hey, uh… wrong room?"</b> It takes you a second to realize—your long brunette hair, the soft features you’ve developed over time—it’s no wonder he thinks you’re in the wrong place. You give an awkward smile and shake your head. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/CollegeBBC.jpg" height=400></div> But then your eyes drop for just a moment. The guy’s cock is out, and the sheer size of it stops you in your tracks. You freeze, caught off guard by how it compares to the image of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> that’s been burned into your mind since that day. This cock is big, much bigger than yours but compared to <andre>his...</andre>Before you can even process it, you pull yourself together and quickly head for the door, your heart racing, mind flooded with comparisons you never thought you'd be making. <mc><i>Should I use the women's bathroom from now on?</i></mc> <<link [[Leave Class|College Campus]]>> <<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $psycclass +=1>><<set $stress +=10>><<Stress>><</link>> <<elseif $psycclass eq 8>> As you walk across campus, you catch a faint whiff of cologne—rich and musky, much like the one <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> wears. Instantly, images flood your mind: <jessica>Jessica</jessica> leaning into him, her hands on his chest as she breathes in his scent, completely captivated. The thought sends a rush through you, and you can’t help but picture her on his arm, her soft smile as she looks up at him. By the time you get to class, your pulse is racing, and you feel a familiar longing in the pit of your stomach. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/MrBrown6.jpg" height=350></div> Today’s lesson in abnormal psychology introduced the concept of "stigma," focusing on how society often marginalizes individuals with mental health disorders, which can worsen their conditions and discourage seeking help. <stress>Going to class increased your stress a bit.</stress> <<link [[Leave Class|College Campus]]>> <<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $psycclass +=1>><<set $stress +=5>><<Stress>><</link>> <<elseif $psycclass eq 9>> As you sit in your lecture hall, trying to focus on the professor’s monotone voice, the cage makes its presence known. Each small shift in your seat causes a faint pressure, a constant reminder of your predicament. You cross your legs awkwardly, glancing around to see if anyone notices your discomfort. No one does, but that doesn’t stop your face from flushing. It feels like every moment is a test of your patience, the frustration building with each passing hour. In today’s social psychology class, you discussed the "bystander effect," which explains how individuals are less likely to offer help in emergencies when others are present, due to the diffusion of responsibility. <stress>Going to class increased your stress a bit.</stress> <<link [[Leave Class|College Campus]]>> <<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $psycclass +=1>><<set $stress +=5>><<Stress>><</link>> <<elseif $psycclass eq 10 and $p eq 1>> Your cognitive psychology class today covered how "confirmation bias" leads people to seek out information that supports their pre-existing beliefs, while ignoring evidence that contradicts them. <stress>Going to class increased your stress a bit.</stress> The hallway buzzes with the noise of students chatting and lockers slamming shut. You try to focus on walking to your next class, the conversation with your mom still relatively fresh in your mind. Her threats about cutting off your tuition replay like a broken record now that you are in the college corridors. <<AndreTalk "Ms. Anderson.">> You freeze. The voice is deep, familiar, and commanding. Turning, you see <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> standing a few steps away, his dark eyes locked onto you. His presence is as imposing as ever, and you instinctively clutch your notebook tighter. <<AndreTalk "A word, if you don’t mind.">> You nod, your throat suddenly dry, and fall in step beside him. As the two of you walk down the corridor, the hum of the college fades into the background. From the outside, it looks like nothing more than a professor and a student heading to his office. Then you reach the door, he opens it, motioning for you to step inside. You obey, your pulse quickening as the scent of leather and polished wood envelops you. [[The door closes with a quiet click.|MondayClass][$p=2]] <<elseif $psycclass eq 10 and $p eq 2>> <<AndreTalk "Take a seat, Ms. Anderson.">> You sit, your chastity cage a constant reminder of your submission. <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> leans casually against his desk, his arms crossed as he regards you. <<AndreTalk "Alexandra mentioned something to me. She tells me there’s an issue with your tuition.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/MrBrown7.jpg" height=500></div> Your stomach sinks. <<MCTalk "It’s just... my mom said she won’t pay for it anymore. This semester’s paid for, though, so I have time.">> He raises an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. <<AndreTalk "Don’t worry about these things and focus on your studies, your hobbies, our arrangement.">> You blink, caught off guard by the subtle but firm tone of his words. <<MCTalk "But—">> <<AndreTalk "When the time comes, these matters will be handled. You trust me, don’t you?">> Your heart skips a beat, a mixture of relief and unease washing over you. <<MCTalk "Yes, s... Daddy. I do.">> The word slips out mid-sentence, your cheeks flushing as you quickly correct yourself. His eyes sharpen, the faintest smirk curling at the edge of his lips. <<AndreTalk "That’s better. Good girl. You’re learning.">> Your chest tightens with both embarrassment and pride. <<MCTalk "Thank you, Daddy.">> He straightens, the shift in posture reasserting his dominance. You look up, the air between you both charged with expectation. <<AndreTalk "I understand you and Jessica have your usual date on Wednesdays.">> You nod, suddenly nervous about where this is going. <<AndreTalk "However, she’ll be accompanying me this Wednesday. I will be attending a high-stakes corporate merger downtown. It’s a critical negotiation, and I require her assistance with some... key documents. It’s a great opportunity for her to witness the art of closing billion-dollar deals firsthand. She may be late or may not show up at all. I trust you’ll adjust accordingly. ">> The implication is clear, though his tone remains smooth and professional. You swallow hard, unsure of how to respond. <<MCTalk "Of course, Daddy. Whatever you need.">> His smirk returns, approval radiating from him. <<AndreTalk "Now, go on. You have classes to attend. And remember, no worries about your tuition.">> His eyes linger on you as you walk to the door, the weight of his gaze making your steps feel unsteady yet purposeful. As you step out into the hallway, the normalcy of college life feels like a distant echo. To everyone else, you’re just another student leaving a professor’s office. But inside, you’re consumed by thoughts of him—his authority, his approval, and the power he holds over you. <<link [[Leave Class|College Campus]]>> <<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $psycclass +=1>><<set $stress +=5>><<Stress>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $psycclass eq 11>> Today’s behavioral psychology class explored how operant conditioning shapes behavior through reinforcement and punishment, affecting everything from academic motivation to workplace productivity. <stress>Going to class increased your stress a bit.</stress> <<link [[Leave Class|College Campus]]>> <<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $psycclass +=1>><<set $stress +=5>><<Stress>><</link>> <<elseif $psycclass eq 12>> In today's neuroscience class, you learned about how the brain's reward system plays a key role in addiction, with substances like drugs hijacking this system to create powerful, compulsive behaviors. <stress>Going to class increased your stress a bit.</stress> <<link [[Leave Class|College Campus]]>> <<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $psycclass +=1>><<set $stress +=5>><<Stress>><</link>> <<elseif $psycclass eq 13>> Today's lecture in environmental psychology focused on how exposure to nature can reduce stress and improve mental health, highlighting the importance of green spaces in urban planning for societal well-being. <stress>Going to class increased your stress a bit.</stress> <<link [[Leave Class|College Campus]]>> <<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $psycclass +=1>><<set $stress +=5>><<Stress>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $sociclass eq 1 and $p eq 1>> In today's sociology class, you delved into critical sociology, which emphasizes the role of power dynamics and societal structures in shaping and perpetuating social inequalities, challenging the idea that meritocracy alone determines success. <stress>Going to class increased your stress a bit.</stress><<set $stress +=5>><<Stress>> The morning sun hangs high as you step out of your sociology class, your mind still mulling over the discussion on social structures and inequality. Your attention is quickly drawn to a group gathered near the central quad. A colorful banner flutters in the breeze, declaring "Enough Is Enough—Campus Safety for All!" Curious, you wander closer. The small crowd, mostly women, is energized, handing out pamphlets and engaging passersby in passionate conversation. In the midst of it all, a striking brunette catches your eye. She’s taller than most around her, her blue eyes vibrant as she speaks with conviction to a small group. The way she carries herself—commanding yet approachable—draws you in. Without realizing it, you’re standing in front of her. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Charlotte7.png" height=500></div> <<CharlotteTalk "Hi there! Interested in standing up for something that actually matters?">> She hands you a pamphlet before you can even respond. Her voice is warm but resolute, the kind that doesn’t just ask for attention—it demands it. You glance at the flyer, its bold text outlining a petition for stronger action against harassment on campus. <<MCTalk "Oh, um, yeah. What’s this about?">> Her expression brightens, as if she’s been waiting for that question all day. [[She starts to talk passionately about her cause.|TuesdayClass][$p=2]] <<elseif $sociclass eq 1 and $p eq 2>> <<CharlotteTalk "It’s about ensuring this campus is safe for everyone. Last year, a couple of girls came forward about being harassed, but the administration barely did anything. They brushed it under the rug like it wasn’t a big deal. We’re here to demand real accountability and actual action to protect students.">> The words hit you harder than you expect. Her passion and the weight of what she’s saying are impossible to ignore. <<MCTalk "That’s awful. What... what are you asking people to do?">> <<CharlotteTalk "Sign our petition. It’s a start, but if we get enough support, they’ll have to listen. It’s about standing with women, LGBTQ+ students—anyone who’s vulnerable—and saying this isn’t okay.">> She looks directly at you, her blue eyes sharp and determined. <<CharlotteTalk "We all have a part to play. Even just being an ally can make a difference.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Contacts/Charlotte Portrait.jpg"></div> You feel a little out of your depth but also strangely inspired. Her confidence is magnetic, and the cause feels undeniably important. <<MCTalk "I’ll sign.">> As you take the clipboard from her, she smiles warmly. <<CharlotteTalk "Thank you so much. I’m Charlotte, by the way.">> <<MCTalk "Nice to meet you, Charlotte. I’m $name.">> <<CharlotteTalk "Well, $name, it’s great to have your support. You’re making a difference by standing with us.">> You sign the petition, your name joining dozens of others scrawled across the page. As you hand it back, she gives you a nod of appreciation. <<CharlotteTalk "If you ever have questions or want to learn more, feel free to stop by. We’re always looking for people to help make this campus better.">> <<MCTalk "I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks, Charlotte.">> As you walk away, clutching the pamphlet, her words and presence linger in your mind. There’s something about her—a mix of strength and sincerity—that leaves a lasting impression. <<link [[Leave|College Campus]]>> <<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $sociclass +=1>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $sociclass eq 2 and $p eq 1>> In today's sociology class, you explored the impact of postcolonial sociology on global economic and social disparities, highlighting the need for a more equitable redistribution of resources and opportunities. <stress>Going to class increased your stress a bit.</stress><<set $stress +=5>><<Stress>> The bell marking the end of your sociology class echoes through the hallways as you step into the open corridor, your bag slung over one shoulder. <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> is seated at a desk near the window, her legs crossed elegantly, a book open in her hands. The sunlight streaming through the glass highlights the sharp contours of her face, her blue eyes scanning the pages with an intensity that feels almost intimidating. You glance at the title: <b>How the West Came to Rule.</b> Curiosity pushes you forward. <<MCTalk "Hey, Charlotte. Reading something heavy this morning?">> She looks up, her expression shifting into a welcoming smile as she closes the book lightly with one hand. <<CharlotteTalk "Morning, $name. Heavy? Maybe. But I’d call it enlightening. It’s about world-historical sociology—the machinations and dynamics that shaped the modern global capitalism and imperialism. Fascinating read.">> [[You blink, the weight of her words settling in.|TuesdayClass][$p=2]] <<elseif $sociclass eq 2 and $p eq 2>> <<MCTalk "That... sounds way above my head. I’m just a freshman, taking SOCI101.">> Her eyes light up at that, and she leans forward slightly, her enthusiasm palpable. <<CharlotteTalk "Sociology, huh? I am starting to like you. Sociology is all about understanding how the world works, who holds power, and why things are the way they are—it’s like seeing the world in green codes, like in The Matrix. It’s a whole new lens.">> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/College/Charlotte2.mp4"/></div> You blink, surprised by the comparison, but something about it clicks. <<MCTalk "I get what you mean. That... sounds kind of cool, actually. It’s like you’re decoding everything around you.">> She grins, clearly pleased with your reaction. <<CharlotteTalk "Exactly! Don't just memorize facts, learn to understand the very systems that shape our lives, whether we like it or not. And once you get it, you can’t unsee it.">> You find yourself leaning in a little closer, intrigued despite yourself. <<MCTalk "I guess I never thought about it that way before.">> <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> nods, her expression softening. <<CharlotteTalk "Once you see the connections between everything—the economy, gender, race—it all starts to make sense. And you don’t have to have it all figured out right away. Just keep asking questions, and keep learning.">> There’s a warmth to her voice, like she’s genuinely rooting for you to get it. <<MCTalk "I think I can do that. Maybe I’ll give it more of a shot.">> <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> smiles, clearly pleased. <<CharlotteTalk "Good. And if you want, we can talk about it more. I’m always up for a good discussion. Actually, I’m meeting some people at the library café next week—just a casual hangout, talk about ideas, maybe grab a coffee. You should join us. It’ll be fun.">> You hesitate for a moment, but the idea sounds too good to pass up. <<MCTalk "Yeah, I’d like that. I could use a break from the regular routine.">> <charlotte>Charlotte’s</charlotte> eyes gleam with satisfaction as she grabs a pen from her bag and writes something down on a piece of paper, handing it to you. <<CharlotteTalk "Great. Here’s the time and place. I’ll see you there!">> You take the paper, feeling unexpectedly excited about the invitation. As you walk away, you find yourself thinking about how much more you’re going to learn—both in the classroom and outside of it. <<link [[Leave|College Campus]]>> <<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $sociclass +=1>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $sociclass eq 3 and $p eq 1>> Symbolic interactionism, a sociological perspective discussed in today's class, underscores the importance of language and symbols in understanding social issues, emphasizing the need for inclusive and equitable discourse. <stress>Going to class increased your stress a bit.</stress><<set $stress +=5>><<Stress>> On your way to meet with <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> and her group you come across a cheerleader quead training with many hot girls in skimpy outfits. One of them gives you a lovely upskirt view accidently. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/CollegeCheer.jpg" height=500></div> [[Meet with Charlotte|TuesdayClass][$p=2]] <<elseif $sociclass eq 3 and $p eq 2>> The library café is cozy, bathed in soft light from the tall windows that line the walls. The smell of freshly brewed coffee mixes with the faint scent of old books, giving the space a calm, studious atmosphere. You walk in, expecting a lively group of people, but instead, there’s only one familiar face—<charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte>, sitting alone at a small table near the window, a cup of coffee in front of her. She looks up as you approach and gives you a bright smile. <<CharlotteTalk "Hey, $name! I guess our group isn’t showing up today. Looks like it’s just us.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Charlotte8.jpg" height=500></div> You glance around the empty café, then back at her. <<MCTalk "Yeah, looks like it. What happened? I thought you were meeting up with some people?">> <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> shrugs, a hint of amusement in her smile. <<CharlotteTalk "I guess plans fell through. But that’s okay. Honestly, I’m kind of glad it’s just us. I’ve been wanting to get to know you better.">> You sit down across from her, feeling a bit more relaxed than you expected. The initial surprise of being alone with her starts to fade, and you find yourself eager to chat. <<MCTalk "Well, it’s definitely a surprise. But I guess we can still make the best of it. What’s up?">> The initial awkwardness of being alone with her starts to ease as you settle into your seat. Your hands rest on the table, and <charlotte>Charlotte's</charlotte> gaze flicks down briefly. A curious smile spreads across her lips. <<CharlotteTalk "Nice manicure. French tips, right? They look really good on you, $name.">> Her compliment catches you off guard, and for a moment, you’re unsure how to respond. A small flush warms your cheeks as you glance at your nails. <<MCTalk "Oh, uh, thanks. One of my friends needed a practice subject to sharpen her skills. I volunteered—being a good friend and all.">> <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> chuckles, her expression warm and approving. <<CharlotteTalk "Well, it suits you. There’s something bold about letting yourself be a canvas like that. I like when people aren’t afraid to express themselves.">> The sincerity in her voice makes the compliment linger, leaving you feeling both flattered and a little self-conscious. <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> takes a sip of her coffee, leaning back in her chair with an easy grace, her eyes still fixed on you. <<CharlotteTalk "So, $name, what about you? What’s something you’re really passionate about?" >> You pause for a moment, unsure if you should mention your hobby. It’s not something you talk about much, but <charlotte>Charlotte’s</charlotte> genuine interest makes you feel comfortable. [[Talk about photography.|TuesdayClass][$p=3]] <<elseif $sociclass eq 3 and $p eq 3>> <<MCTalk "Well, I guess... I’m really into photography. It’s something I’ve been doing for a while now. And I already joined a photography club here." >> <charlotte>Charlotte’s</charlotte> eyes light up at the mention of photography. <<CharlotteTalk "Photography? That’s awesome! What kind of stuff do you like to shoot? Portraits? Landscapes?" >> You feel a little more at ease as you talk about it. <<MCTalk "Hmmm, Mostly people now, back in high school I was more into landscapes, buildings. I like capturing people’s expressions, their poses you know? It’s like freezing a moment in time. I think it’s fascinating how a single shot can tell a story." >> <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> leans in slightly, clearly interested. <<CharlotteTalk "That’s really cool. You’ve got a good eye for capturing emotions, huh?" >> You nod, feeling a bit of pride in your voice as you talk about your passion. <<MCTalk "Yeah, I guess you could say that. I like how a photo can speak without words. It’s pretty fulfilling." >> <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> smiles warmly, her eyes bright with genuine curiosity. <<CharlotteTalk "That’s amazing. You’ve got a real artist’s eye. I can see why you’d be into photography." >> The compliment makes you smile, but then your thoughts shift to <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> herself. There’s something about her that you can’t quite put your finger on, like she’s just... got everything together. <<MCTalk "What about you, Charlotte? You’ve got all these amazing things going on. What’s next for you? Graduation’s coming up, right?" >> <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> leans back, her expression turning thoughtful for a moment. <<CharlotteTalk "Yeah, next semester. I can’t believe it’s already here. I’ve been double majoring in sociology and philosophy with a minor in gender studies. It’s been a lot of work, but I’m really proud of how far I’ve come. After graduation, I’ll be starting a full-time position at this political and cultural magazine, Forward Press." >> You feel your jaw almost drop at the mention of all her accomplishments. Double majoring in sociology and philosophy? A full-time job already lined up? It’s honestly hard to keep up with how much she’s done. [[Use your open jaw to form a sentence.|TuesdayClass][$p=4]] <<elseif $sociclass eq 3 and $p eq 4>> <<MCTalk "That’s incredible. Seriously, you’ve got it all figured out. How do you manage everything? It sounds like a huge load." >> <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> chuckles softly, a playful glint in her eyes. <<CharlotteTalk "It’s a challenge, but I’ve always been someone who loves learning and pushing myself. It’s a bit overwhelming at times, but it’s worth it. Plus, I’m passionate about the work I’m doing. Gender studies is something that speaks to me on a deep level. It’s about understanding how society shapes us and how we can change those structures, or at least ourselves." >> You listen intently, your respect for <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> growing with each word. It’s clear she’s not just talented; she’s driven by something deeper, something that makes all her success feel even more impressive. <<MCTalk "That’s... really inspiring. I can’t even imagine how focused you must be to juggle all of that. You’re going to do amazing things, I’m sure of it." >> <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> smiles, a modest shrug escaping her. <<CharlotteTalk "Thanks, $name. But it’s not just about success. It’s about making an impact. And I think that’s something we can all work toward, right?" >> Her confidence, combined with her intelligence and passion, leaves you feeling both impressed and a little awed. <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> isn’t becoming someone you admire just academically—there’s a certain ease she carries herself with, a charisma that draws you in. <<MCTalk "You really have a lot of drive. I feel like I could learn a lot from you." >> <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> laughs, the sound light and warm. <charlotte>Charlotte’s</charlotte> laughter fades, and for a moment, the air between you both feels different—lighter, but with an undercurrent of something unspoken. You’re not sure why, but the way she’s looking at you now feels more intense, her eyes lingering a little longer than before, the playful energy still there but mixed with something else. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Charlotte9.jpg" height=500></div> You clear your throat, trying to shake the feeling off. <<MCTalk "I... I’m really glad we got to talk, Charlotte. It’s been a good time." >> She smiles, but there’s something a little more knowing in her expression now, as though she’s sensing the slight shift in the atmosphere too. <<CharlotteTalk "Yeah, I’m glad we could do this. It’s nice to connect with someone who’s passionate about the world... and not just focused on what’s right in front of them, you know?" >> You nod, a little too quickly, suddenly aware of how close she is across the table. You can’t help but notice the way her lips curl slightly when she talks, the way the light from the window catches her hair, making it look almost ethereal. The silence stretches out for a moment, both of you seeming to be caught in the same thought, but neither one of you saying it. <<CharlotteTalk "Take care, $name. And... maybe I’ll see you around more, yeah?" >> You glance back, catching her eyes for a moment before you nod, offering a small smile in return. <<MCTalk "Yeah, definitely." >> With that, you leave the café, your thoughts still lingering on her words and the unspoken tension in the air. The gym awaits, but for some reason, you feel a little distracted as you head toward your next stop. <<link [[Leave|College Campus]]>> <<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $sociclass +=1>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $sociclass eq 4 and $p eq 1>> You examined the principles of feminist sociology, which advocates for gender equality and challenges patriarchal structures and norms that perpetuate gender-based discrimination. <stress>Going to class increased your stress a bit.</stress><<set $stress +=5>><<Stress>> After class you see an open door on the corridor and take a look. A female professor has bent a student over on her knees and spanking her. <mc><i>So uncivilized.</i></mc> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/CollegeSpanking.jpg" height=500></div> <<link [[Leave|Darius2]]>> <<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $sociclass +=1>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $sociclass eq 5 and $p eq 1>> Environmental sociology, discussed today, showcased how capitalism and consumerism impact the environment, making the case for more sustainable and ecologically conscious economic and social systems. <stress>Going to class increased your stress a bit.</stress><<set $stress +=5>><<Stress>> After class you walk in the corridors and see the paintings of art students on the wall. You are surprised to see some of them are erotic and are openly on display. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/CollegeArt1.jpg" height=500></div><<set $arousal +=5>><<Arousal>> As you move on, still distracted by the artwork, you hear a familiar voice calling your name. You turn just in time to see <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> jogging toward you, her smile as bright as ever. You weren’t expecting this kind of energy from her. <<CharlotteTalk "$name! Hey!">> Before you can react, she pulls you into a hug. The warmth of her embrace catches you off guard, and for a moment, all you can do is stand there, surprised. She pulls back slightly, her hands still lightly on your arms. <<MCTalk "Charlotte... hey! I didn’t think you’d be so excited to see me.">> She laughs, a sound that feels as warm as the hug. <<CharlotteTalk "It’s been two weeks! I guess I missed you.">> <<CharlotteTalk "Wait a second. Are those <<if $earring neq "None">> pierced ears<<else>>earrings<</if>>? Look at you, branching out! They look amazing.">> Her compliment sends a pleasant rush through you, but before you can respond, her smile turns mischievous. <<CharlotteTalk "You know... I’ve got some piercings too. Want to guess where?">> Her tone is teasing, her eyes dancing with amusement as she watches you process her words. It takes a moment for the implication to click, but when it does, your face heats up. <<MCTalk "Oh... uh... I mean—">> She laughs, clearly enjoying your flustered reaction. <<CharlotteTalk "Relax, $name. I’m just teasing. Kind of.">> The air between you feels charged with her playful energy, but she quickly shifts gears, her expression softening. <<CharlotteTalk "Seriously though, we need to catch up. Got any plans for the afternoon?">> <<MCTalk "Uh, well, I have the gym later, but... nothing until then.">> <<CharlotteTalk "Perfect. Come over to my place. Let’s watch The Matrix. I promise not to make you guess about any more piercings—unless you want to.">> Her grin is impossible to resist, and the mention of The Matrix seals the deal. <<MCTalk "The Matrix? Okay, you’ve got me. I can’t say no to that.">> <<CharlotteTalk "Knew I could count on you. C’mon, let’s go.">> She links her arm with yours, pulling you along as your heart races—not from her pace, but from her touch and the unexpected thrill of her company. [[Go to her place|TuesdayClass][$p=2]] <<elseif $sociclass eq 5 and $p eq 2>> The apartment is cozy but tidy, with the scent of freshly brewed coffee lingering in the air. The living room merges with a small kitchen, giving the space a warm, intimate vibe. <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> drops her bag by the door and gestures for you to sit on the couch. <<CharlotteTalk "Make yourself at home. I’ll be right back—I’m just going to change into something more comfortable.">> You nod, settling into the couch as she disappears into the bedroom. Your eyes wander over the room—bookshelves lined with philosophy and sociology texts, a small but vibrant collection of potted plants on the windowsill, and a framed protest sign leaning against the wall. <mc><i>Her place is exactly like I imagined it. Organized, purposeful... but still personal.</i></mc> You hear the faint sound of a drawer opening, followed by the rustling of clothes. Your heart races unexpectedly as you imagine what "something more comfortable" might mean. You shake your head, trying to focus on anything else. <mc><i>Get it together. She’s just changing. Don’t be weird.</i></mc> The bedroom door creaks open, and when you look up, your breath catches in your throat. <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> steps into the living room wearing a pair of short, frayed jean shorts, unbuttoned at the top, and a cropped tank top that leaves her toned midriff completely exposed. Her long hair hangs loosely, and as she walks, the faint outline of her nipple piercings is visible through the thin fabric of her top. You stare for a moment too long, and she notices, stopping mid-step with a playful smirk. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Charlotte3.jpg" height=500></div> <<CharlotteTalk "Like what you see?">> She strikes a cute pose, one leg bent slightly, her hip jutting out as she rests a hand on it. <<MCTalk "Uh—I mean—you just look... different. I’ve never seen you in casual clothes before.">> Her smirk widens, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she walks over to the couch. <<CharlotteTalk "‘Different,’ huh?">> <<MCTalk "Well... casual. Yet, uhmm... sexy.">> The word slips out before you can stop yourself. Your face burns as you realize what you’ve just said. <<MCTalk "I mean—not that! I just—uh—">> <charlotte>Charlotte's</charlotte> laughter cuts you off, light and joyful, filling the room with warmth. <<CharlotteTalk "Relax, $name. I’ll take it as a compliment.">> She plops down on the couch beside you, leaning back with an easy confidence that only makes her more intimidatingly attractive. <<CharlotteTalk "So, you’ve noticed I’m cute, but you hadn’t noticed I’m hot. Got it.">> Her teasing tone makes your heart race even more, and you struggle to find a response that doesn’t dig the hole deeper. <<MCTalk "I—uh—well, I didn’t mean—">> <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> waves off your flustered reply, her smirk softening into something more thoughtful. <<CharlotteTalk "Don’t sweat it, $name. Honestly, I don’t try to put my looks out there much. I guess I’ve always thought... I want people to focus on my ideas, my work, you know? Not just how I look.">> You can’t help but admire her even more. <<CharlotteTalk "I mean, sure, there’s power in being sexy. I get that. But if that’s all people see, it kind of overshadows the important stuff—the protests, the writing, the arguments I’m trying to make. That’s what I want in the forefront, not... well, this.">> <mc><i>She’s not just driven; she’s principled. She knows what she wants and how she wants to be seen. That’s... pretty cool.</i></mc> <<MCTalk "That’s really admirable, Charlotte. I mean it. Most people wouldn’t think that deeply about stuff like that.">> Her lips curve into a small, genuine smile, but the moment of sincerity doesn’t last long before a playful glint returns to her eyes. <<CharlotteTalk "Oh, don’t go putting me on a pedestal just yet. I could totally take the easy route if I wanted to.">> [[Then she gets up!|TuesdayClass][$p=3]] <<elseif $sociclass eq 5 and $p eq 3>> She suddenly gets up and grabs the hem of her crop top and pulls it upward, pressing her chest together with her arms so her breasts look noticeably larger. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Charlotte5.jpg" height=500></div> <<CharlotteTalk "If I got a bigger boob job or at least wore push-up bras all the time, maybe more people would listen to what I’m saying.">> She wiggles her eyebrows dramatically, and you can’t help but burst out laughing, the tension breaking completely. <<MCTalk "I don’t think that’s how activism works, Charlotte.">> <<CharlotteTalk "Hey, you never know. ‘Big ideas and bigger boobs’—it’s a winning combo, right?">> Her mock-serious tone has you both cracking up, and she drops her top back into place, shaking her head as she laughs. <<CharlotteTalk "Anyway, enough about me. Let’s get to The Matrix before we derail into something completely ridiculous.">> She grabs the remote and starts queuing up the movie. As the opening scene begins to play, you can’t help but reflect on the whirlwind of interactions you’ve had since starting college. <mc><i>Every woman I’ve met here is hot as hell. Is this just... how college is? Or am I just lucky?</i></mc> <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> nudges you with her elbow, pulling you out of your thoughts. <<CharlotteTalk "Hey, no zoning out. This is the good part.">> <<MCTalk "Right. Sorry.">> <<MCTalk "Thanks for inviting me to watch it.">> <<CharlotteTalk "No problem, it was fun for me, I'm going to write a paper on it now. Then I’ll see you next Tuesday, $name.">> She grins, standing up to walk you to the door. <<link [[Leave|City]]>> <<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $sociclass +=1>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $sociclass eq 6 and $p eq 1>> In today’s class on Marxist sociology, you discussed how capitalism perpetuates class struggle, with the ruling class controlling resources and power, while the working class faces exploitation and alienation. <stress>Going to class increased your stress a bit.</stress><<set $stress +=5>><<Stress>> You're sitting on a bench in the college yard, scrolling through your phone when you notice a guy sitting a few feet away. He’s tall, with a confident, easy smile, and he keeps glancing in your direction. You shift slightly, feeling his gaze on you as you sit in your tight jeans. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/CollegeJean2.jpg" height=500></div> After a few moments, he gets up and walks over, his smile widening as he stops in front of you. <b>"Hey, I couldn’t help but notice you. Here’s my number. If you ever wanna hang out, hit me up."</b>Your face flushes as you pocket the number, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. This is new, different. You watch him walk away, your heart beating faster than before. You’re still holding the slip of paper with the guy’s number when a familiar voice pulls you from your thoughts. <<CharlotteTalk "Well, look at you. Sitting here, catching the attention of mysterious strangers. What’s next? Autograph signing?">> You glance up to see <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> approaching, her sharp eyes sparkling with humor. She’s carrying her usual tote bag, its straps slung over one shoulder, and her stride is as confident as ever. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Charlotte8.jpg" height=500></div> <<MCTalk "Oh, hey, Charlotte. It’s not like that. He just… gave me his number.">> <<CharlotteTalk "Sure, sure. And I’m the queen of subtlety.">> She sits down beside you on the bench, tilting her head to give you an exaggerated once-over. <<CharlotteTalk "Though, I gotta say, you’re pulling off a look that turns heads. Long hair, jeans that fit like a glove... you’re glowing. Confidence suits you.">> <<MCTalk "I don’t know about confidence… But, thank you Charlotte.">> <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> raises an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. <<CharlotteTalk "Don’t sell yourself short, $name. You’re evolving. It’s nice to see.">> Her tone is light, but there’s a weight behind her words that you can’t quite place. You shift slightly, unsure of how to respond. <<MCTalk "I mean, you’re one to talk. You always seem so… sure of yourself.">> <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> chuckles, her gaze softening. <<CharlotteTalk "Oh, please. You think confidence just shows up one day, fully formed? It’s a work in progress, $name. Sometimes you fake it until it feels real.">> Her words make you think about how you’ve been pushing boundaries lately. You offer a small smile. <<MCTalk "Well, whatever you’re doing, it’s working. You always seem… I don’t know, in control.">> <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> leans back slightly, the corner of her mouth quirking up. <<CharlotteTalk "Control’s a funny word. Sometimes, it’s about knowing when to let go, too.">> [[You hesitate for a moment, then decide to change the subject.|TuesdayClass][$p=2]] <<elseif $sociclass eq 6 and $p eq 2>> <<MCTalk "Speaking of letting go, you looked amazing last week at your place. That crop top and those jean shorts? You could turn a lot of heads if you wanted to.">> <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> raises an eyebrow, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. <<CharlotteTalk "Oh, that? Just my lazy day attire. Didn’t think it’d leave such an impression.">> <<MCTalk "It wasn’t just the outfit. You looked… happy. Relaxed. Like you weren’t trying to be anything but yourself. It was nice to see.">> <charlotte>Charlotte's</charlotte> smile fades slightly, replaced by a thoughtful expression. <<CharlotteTalk "Yeah, well… those moments feel rare sometimes.">> <<MCTalk "Why’s that?">> She sighs, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. <<CharlotteTalk "Because people expect things. They see me as this ‘young, promising writer,’ this ‘intellectual,’ and I feel like I have to dress the part. Keep up the image, you know? Smart but approachable. Polished, but not too much.">> Her voice lowers, almost wistful. <<CharlotteTalk "It’s like… if I really dressed the way I wanted, let people see the parts of me I keep hidden, would they still take me seriously?">> Her words strike a chord, and you find yourself nodding. <<MCTalk "I get that. It’s hard to balance who you are with what people expect. But I think you should do it. Dress the way you want, be yourself. You’re amazing as you are, and anyone worth knowing will see that.">> <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> turns to you, her expression softening into something that feels deeply personal. <<CharlotteTalk "Thanks, $name. That means more than you know. And for what it’s worth, I think you’re starting to find that balance, too. Those jeans? That hair? You’re owning it, even if you don’t realize it yet.">> Her words leave a warmth in your chest, and you smile, feeling more seen than you have in a while. <<MCTalk "Maybe we can both work on letting go of what people expect. Deal?">> Charlotte laughs softly, holding out a hand. <<CharlotteTalk "Deal.">> The two of you sit in companionable silence for a moment before Charlotte reaches for her phone. <<CharlotteTalk "Speaking of being myself… I want to show you something.">> She taps the screen a few times, then turns it toward you. On the display is a photo of her standing by a pool, her back to the camera. She’s wearing a sleek black bikini that shows off her fit legs and toned figure. Her pose is confident, almost defiant, as the sunlight glints off the water behind her. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Charlotte2.jpg" height=500></div> <<CharlotteTalk "This was me, this summer. No ‘young intellectual’ nonsense. Just me, enjoying the sun and the moment.">> Your eyes widen slightly as you take in the image. <<MCTalk "Wow, Charlotte. You look… incredible...">> Your voice trails off as your gaze lingers on the photo, specifically on the way her bikini perfectly highlights her toned legs and shapely ass. You quickly look away, feeling a flush creep up your neck. <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> notices your reaction but doesn’t comment, a knowing smile playing at her lips. She locks her phone and tucks it back into her bag. <<CharlotteTalk "You know, $name, we should make a pact. You and me—no more holding back. We’ll dress how we want, look how we want, and stop worrying about what people think.">> Her words hang in the air, challenging yet encouraging. <<MCTalk "A pact? I don’t know, Charlotte. That sounds… kind of scary.">> <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> leans in slightly, her eyes locking with yours. <<CharlotteTalk "Scary is good. It means you’re doing something that matters. And besides, you’re already on your way, whether you realize it or not. Why not take it all the way?">> Her intensity is disarming, and for a moment, you feel like she can see straight through you. <<MCTalk "I… I guess it couldn’t hurt to try.">> <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> extends her hand, her gaze unwavering. <<CharlotteTalk "Not exactly the enthusiasm I was hoping for, but I’ll take it. Shake on it?">> You hesitate for a second longer before reaching out to clasp her hand. Her grip is firm and warm, and the simple act feels strangely significant. <<MCTalk "Alright. A pact.">> <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> grins, releasing your hand and standing up. <<CharlotteTalk "Perfect. Now, I’ve got a graduation project screaming for my attention. But remember, $name—no backing out.">> You nod, watching as she slings her bag over her shoulder and strides away, her confidence as unshakable as ever. As she disappears into the distance, her words echo in your mind, planting seeds of both excitement and uncertainty. <<link [[Leave|College Campus]]>> <<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $sociclass +=1>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $sociclass eq 7 and $p eq 1>> In today's sociology midterm, one of the questions asked was "Discuss how power dynamics and societal structures influence social inequality according to critical sociology." Because you had been following the class closely, you answered effortlessly and finished the midterm without trouble. <stress>Having the midterm increased your stress a bit.</stress><<set $stress +=5>><<Stress>> You’re walking across the college yard, but your mind is elsewhere, still replaying the scene you witnessed with <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> and <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. The image of his massive cock lingers, refusing to leave your thoughts. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/CollegeBulge.jpg" height=500></div> Suddenly, out of the corner of your eye, you spot a black guy, his gray sweatpants stretched across his thighs. You notice the bulge, unmistakable, pressing against the fabric, and your heart skips a beat. A rush of heat spreads through you as your mind draws an involuntary comparison. As you round the corner of the corridor, your thoughts still swirling with the image of the man in sweatpants, you nearly walk straight into <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte>. She’s leaning casually against a wall, scrolling through her phone. Today, her usual confident aura is paired with something striking—a flowing white dress with a fitted bodice and a mini skirt that brushes just above her knees. Her outfit is light, carefree, and unapologetically feminine, a stark contrast to the sharp suits or dark tones she usually wears. She looks up and spots you, flashing a sly smile. <<CharlotteTalk "Careful there, $name. You look like you're walking through a dream.">> Your cheeks flush as you take a moment to appreciate her outfit. <<MCTalk "Charlotte… wow. You look amazing. I mean, this is—it's different from what you usually wear, but it suits you.">> She tilts her head, a spark of amusement in her eyes. <<CharlotteTalk "Different, huh? Well, thanks. I figured it was time to embrace the pact. You know, dressing how I want, not how everyone expects me to.">> [[The memory of your handshake from last week resurfaces, and a warm smile crosses your face.|TuesdayClass][$p=2]] <<elseif $sociclass eq 7 and $p eq 2>> <charlotte>Charlotte's</charlotte> grin grows wider, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Suddenly, she jumps up and down with joy, the white skirt of her dress fluttering with each movement. <<CharlotteTalk "Oh, $name, I almost forgot to tell you! I don’t have to wait to graduate anymore! The cultural-political magazine I’ve been writing for? They offered me a regular staff position!">> Her voice is bursting with pride, and her energy is infectious. You can’t help but smile wide, feeling genuinely happy for her. <<MCTalk "Charlotte, that’s amazing! Congratulations! I knew they’d see how brilliant you are. You totally deserve it!">> <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> claps her hands together, still bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet. <<CharlotteTalk "Thank you! It’s been such a wild weekend—when they called me, I couldn’t believe it. But now, it’s real. I’m going to be part of their team!">> As you watch her celebrate, your gaze briefly flickers downward, and for just a second, you see something that makes your heart skip a beat. Beneath the loose fabric of her flowing white skirt, there’s a movement, like the faint outline of something pressing against the fabric as she jumps. Your eyes dart away instantly, your face heating up. What… was that? <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/College/Charlotte.mp4"/></div> The image flashes in your mind again, and you quickly try to shake it off. <mc><i>No, no, I must be imagining things. It’s… it’s Mr. Brown’s fault. Seeing him, and then that guy in the sweatpants—my brain’s just playing tricks on me. I’m seeing dicks everywhere now. I really need to calm down.</i></mc> <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> doesn’t seem to notice your momentary distraction, her joy radiating as she finally stops bouncing and steadies herself. <<CharlotteTalk "Thanks again, $name. You’ve been so supportive lately, and it means a lot. This whole pact thing? It’s already making such a difference.">> You force yourself to focus, the warmth of your smile returning as you look her in the eye. <<MCTalk "It’s all you, Charlotte. You’re incredible, and I’m just glad I get to see you shine.">> Her smile softens, and she gives you a quick, playful nudge on the arm. <<CharlotteTalk "Alright, enough flattery. I’ve got to head to class, but we’ll celebrate this properly soon, okay?">> You nod, watching her walk away with that confident stride of hers. As she disappears down the hall, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Your thoughts are a jumble of pride for <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte>, admiration for her success and… confusion. <mc><i>It’s just my imagination. That’s all.</i></mc> But the flicker of doubt remains, lingering as you head to exit. <<link [[Leave|College Campus]]>> <<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $sociclass +=1>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $sociclass eq 8 and $p eq 1>> Today’s sociology lecture focused on intersectionality, explaining how various forms of oppression—such as racism, sexism, and classism—intersect to create unique experiences of disadvantage for marginalized groups. <stress>Going to class increased your stress a bit.</stress> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DayDreamAndre.jpg" height=400></div> In the cafeteria, you overhear a conversation that makes you pause. A girl at the next table is laughing, her voice playful as she teases her friend about his “big, strong arms.” Your thoughts drift instantly to <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, remembering how she’d once mentioned how powerful <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> looked in his suits. You imagine her nestled against him, her hands tracing his muscular chest, completely lost in the moment. The image makes your cheeks warm, and your anticipation for tomorrow’s conversation surges. You shake your head, pulling yourself out of your thoughts. As you glance across the cafeteria, your eyes land on <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte>, who’s just walked in. Her sharp gaze scans the room before locking onto you, and she offers a tired but genuine smile. It’s clear from the slump in her shoulders that she’s had a rough day. She strides over, her usual confidence softened by visible exhaustion. <<CharlotteTalk "Hey, $name. Mind if I join you?">> You nod, gesturing to the seat across from you. <<MCTalk "Of course. You okay? You look like you’ve been through it.">> <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> exhales dramatically as she sits down, running a hand through her hair. <<CharlotteTalk "You could say that. Just got out of a killer midterm. Philosophy—two hours of pure brain gymnastics.">> She lets out a light laugh, shaking her head.You smile sympathetically. <<MCTalk "Sounds intense.">> She waves a hand dismissively, leaning forward slightly. <<CharlotteTalk "Eh, it’s over now. What about you? How’s your day been?">> You hesitate for a moment, still distracted by your earlier thoughts. <<MCTalk "It’s been… fine. Just keeping busy, I guess.">> <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> narrows her eyes playfully. <<CharlotteTalk "You’ve got that look, $femname. Like your mind is somewhere else entirely.">> [[She pauses, her expression softening.|TuesdayClass][$p=2]] <<elseif $sociclass eq 8 and $p eq 2>> <<CharlotteTalk "Actually, now that I’m looking at you… you’re glowing.">> Her words catch you off guard, and your cheeks warm slightly. <<MCTalk "Glow? I don’t know about that. Maybe I’m just… trying new things?">> <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> smirks knowingly. <<CharlotteTalk "You’re looking more confident, more… you.">> The sincerity in her tone brings a small smile to your lips, even as your heart skips a beat. Before you can respond, <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> claps her hands together lightly and stands. <<CharlotteTalk "Anyway, enough about that. I need to decompress, and you’re coming with me.">> You blink in surprise. <<MCTalk "Wait, what?">> <<CharlotteTalk "To my place. Come on, we’ll make tea and unwind.">> Her tone leaves no room for argument, and before you know it, you’re walking out of the cafeteria side by side. The cool air outside feels refreshing after the stifling warmth of the cafeteria. <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> walks with her usual brisk pace, hands stuffed into her jacket pockets. After a moment of comfortable silence, she glances over at you. <<CharlotteTalk "You know, I wasn’t kidding earlier. You’ve changed a lot since the start of the semester. In a good way.">> You feel a mix of pride and bashfulness, unsure of how to respond. <<MCTalk "I guess I’ve just been figuring some things out.">> <<CharlotteTalk " Seriously, you’re killing it.">> Her tone is genuine, and the warmth in her words feels like a gentle boost to your confidence. [[You two walk towards her place.|TuesdayClass][$p=3]] <<elseif $sociclass eq 8 and $p eq 3>> Before long, you arrive at <charlotte>Charlotte's</charlotte> place—a cozy apartment that immediately feels like an extension of her personality. The walls are adorned with posters of protests and art, and the faint scent of lavender fills the air. It’s inviting yet vibrant, a perfect reflection of her bold but caring nature. <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> kicks off her shoes at the door and motions for you to do the same. <<CharlotteTalk "Make yourself at home. I’ll get the kettle going.">> You settle onto the couch, taking in the space while <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> busies herself in the kitchen. The faint clinking of mugs and the sound of running water mix with the quiet hum of her apartment, creating a soothing atmosphere. A few minutes later, <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> joins you on the couch, a small tray with the tea setup balanced in her hands. She places it on the coffee table with a satisfied sigh. <<CharlotteTalk "There we go $name. Tea therapy, coming right up.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Charlotte11.jpg"></div> You can’t help but smile at her energy. <<MCTalk "Thanks for this. I think I needed it as much as you did.">> She leans back into the cushions, letting out a content sigh. <<CharlotteTalk "Always happy to help a friend.">> For a moment, the two of you sit in comfortable silence, the soft clinking of the tea cups and the faint whistle of the kettle filling the air. You glance at her, taking in her relaxed expression, and feel a surge of warmth—trust, maybe. Something about being here, with her, feels safe. You hesitate, then take a deep breath. <<MCTalk "Charlotte, there’s… something I want to share with you.">> She tilts her head toward you, her sharp gaze softening into curiosity. <<CharlotteTalk "Oh? What’s up?">> Your cheeks warm, but you push through the nerves. <<MCTalk "So, I’ve been, uh… using a new name for myself lately. Just with people I trust. It’s $femname.">> The words feel weighty as they leave your lips, but also freeing. <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> blinks, her expression shifting from surprise to delight. <<CharlotteTalk "$femname…">> She repeats it softly, like she’s testing it out, then her face lights up. <<CharlotteTalk "Oh my god, that’s amazing!">> Before you can react, she scoots closer and throws her arms around you in a tight hug, pressing you firmly into the couch. Her excitement radiates through her entire body as she squeezes you, and you can’t help but laugh nervously, though your heart swells at her enthusiasm. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Charlotte10.jpg" height=500></div> <<CharlotteTalk "This is huge, $femname! Wait… does this mean you’re coming out as trans? Oh my god, are we sisters now?">> Her voice is so full of joy that it takes you a second to register her question. But then your smile falters slightly as confusion sets in. <<MCTalk "Wait, what? No, I’m not—">> You stop mid-sentence, suddenly aware of something pressing against your leg. It’s subtle, but unmistakable. Your breath catches, and your mind races. <mc><i>Is that… a bulge?</i></mc> Your cheeks flush as you try to process what you’re feeling, but <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> doesn’t seem to notice your reaction. She loosens the hug just enough to pull back and look at you, her eyes sparkling. <<CharlotteTalk "You’re not coming out as trans? Then what’s this about?">> [[You glance away, flustered, but manage to steady your voice.|TuesdayClass][$p=4]] <<elseif $sociclass eq 8 and $p eq 4>> <<MCTalk "I—I’m not trans. It’s just… I’ve been calling myself a sissy. That feels right to me.">> <charlotte>Charlotte's</charlotte> expression shifts, her excitement softening into understanding. She leans back, giving you a little space, though the warmth of her hands on your shoulders lingers. <<CharlotteTalk "Oh. A sissy…">> She says the word gently, as though testing it out, her smile returning. <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> lets her hands slip away as she sits back on the couch, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. <<CharlotteTalk "A sissy… that’s really interesting, $femname. You know, as someone minoring in gender studies, I’ve learned a lot about how identities can be fluid, personal, and so much more than the boxes society tries to fit us into.">> She shifts slightly, sitting cross-legged on the couch, her posture animated as she continues. <<CharlotteTalk "Like, there’s this whole spectrum of gender expression and identity. Some people fully transition, some just explore femininity or masculinity, and some create entirely new identities that work for them. It’s all valid, and it’s all about finding what feels true to you.">> You scratch your head, trying to follow her train of thought, but her words start to swirl in your head. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Charlotte12.jpeg"></div> <<MCTalk "Right… that makes sense.">> <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> leans forward slightly, her hands gesturing as she speaks. <<CharlotteTalk "I mean, there’s no one-size-fits-all answer, you know? And labels can be empowering, but they can also be limiting. The important thing is figuring out what you want—what makes you feel alive, authentic, and happy. Don’t let anyone mold you into something you’re not. Not society, not your friends, not even me.">> She pauses, her intense expression softening into a warm smile. <<CharlotteTalk "If being a sissy feels right for you, then embrace it. You don’t have to explain it to anyone, and you don’t owe anyone their version of you.">> Her words hang in the air, you feel a sense of ease settling over you. You smile back at her, letting out a small sigh. <<MCTalk "Thanks, Charlotte. I’ve been trying to figure this out for a while. It… it all kind of started when I wore Jessica’s panties one time.">> The confession spills out before you can stop it, and you immediately regret it. Your cheeks burn as you glance at <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte>, unsure of how she’ll react. But instead of laughing or teasing, her expression shifts into one of quiet understanding. She just nods, her eyes meeting yours with a look that feels almost protective. The silence stretches for a moment, and you fidget nervously. <<MCTalk "Sorry, that was probably too much information.">> <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> shakes her head gently. <<CharlotteTalk "Not at all. I’m glad you felt comfortable sharing that with me.">> You smile faintly, but a sudden wave of self-consciousness washes over you. Clearing your throat, you glance at the clock on your phone. <<MCTalk "Uh, I should probably get going. I’ve got the gym soon, and I don’t want to miss my slot.">> <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> gives you an understanding smile as she stands. <<CharlotteTalk "Of course. Thanks for trusting me with all this, $femname.">> You nod, gathering your things. <<MCTalk "Thanks for listening. And the tea.">> <<CharlotteTalk "Anytime. You know where to find me.">> [[Leave Charlotte's place.|TuesdayClass][$p=5]] <<elseif $sociclass eq 8 and $p eq 5>> As you step out of her apartment and into the crisp evening air, your thoughts swirl with everything you’d shared and the reassurance you’d received. Despite the confusion, there’s a growing sense of clarity inside you—a feeling that, maybe, you’re on the right path. As you make your way down the street toward the gym, your phone buzzes in your pocket. You pull it out and glance at the screen. It’s a text from <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte>. <<CharlotteTalk "Hey $femname, just wanted to say—don’t feel bad about oversharing earlier. I really appreciate you opening up to me. So let me overhare a bit so you don't feel bad about yourself :)">> A warm smile spreads across your face as you read the message. Before you can even type out a reply, another buzz follows. <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> has sent you a photo. Your breath catches in your throat as you open the attachment. The image loads, revealing <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> sitting casually on her sofa, her posture effortlessly confident. She’s wearing white lacy lingerie—a delicate bra that highlights her curves beautifully, paired with high-waisted panties that are almost fully obscured in the frame. The soft light of her apartment dances across her pale skin, accentuating the subtle lines of her slender abs. Her big blue eyes seem to sparkle, and the small glint of her nose piercing adds an edgy touch to her striking beauty. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/Charlotte.jpg" height=500></div> Your cheeks flush as you stare at the picture. You weren’t expecting anything like this. Her natural confidence and sexuality radiate from the photo, leaving you momentarily stunned. Without thinking too hard about it, you quickly type a response: three fire emojis. <<MCTalk "🔥🔥🔥">> Your heart races as you hit send, and you shove your phone back into your pocket before you can overthink it. The image lingers in your mind, her piercing gaze and playful smirk etched into your thoughts. But as you walk, the earlier confusion about <charlotte>Charlotte's</charlotte> hug resurfaces. For a fleeting moment, your thoughts drift to that bulge you’d felt pressed against your leg. You shake your head, letting out a small laugh to yourself. She’s clearly a very sexy young woman, you convince yourself, dismissing the thought as ridiculous. With a deep breath, you focus on the path ahead, determined to shake off the haze of arousal and confusion. The gym awaits, and for now, that’s where you need to channel your energy. <<link [[Leave|City]]>> <<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $sociclass +=1>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $sociclass eq 9 and $p eq 1>> In today’s discussion of urban sociology, you examined how housing policies and urban development often prioritize the wealthy, leading to gentrification and the displacement of low-income communities. <stress>Going to class increased your stress a bit.</stress><<set $stress +=5>><<Stress>> You sit at a quiet corner table in the library, trying to lose yourself in your textbooks. The silence is calming, but the subtle pressure of the cage refuses to let you focus. Each time you shift your legs to get comfortable, the sensation only grows worse, pulling your attention back to it. A fellow student nearby glances up, perhaps noticing your restless movements, but you quickly bury your face in your notes, cheeks burning. The frustration simmers, making the once-peaceful library feel like a trap. You step out of the library, your bag slung over your shoulder and your thoughts tangled in frustration. The afternoon sun is warm, but it does little to lighten your mood. Each step reminds you of the cage—a constant, unrelenting reminder of your submission. You try to push the thought away, focusing on the campus yard bustling with students. <<CharlotteTalk "$femname!">> You glance up and see <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> striding toward you, her usual confident demeanor in full force. She’s wearing a flowy, bohemian-style blouse with skinny jeans and a pair of ankle boots, her hair pulled back in a casual bun. She flashes you a warm smile as she approaches. <<CharlotteTalk "You okay? You’ve got that ‘world’s about to end’ look on your face.">> [[You force a smile, trying to brush it off|TuesdayClass][$p=2]] <<elseif $sociclass eq 9 and $p eq 2>> <<MCTalk "Yeah, just a long day, I guess. Urban sociology isn’t exactly uplifting.">> <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> tilts her head, scrutinizing you in that way she does when she knows you’re holding something back. <<CharlotteTalk "Hmm, long day or something else? You’re fidgeting like crazy. You know you can talk to me, right?">> <<MCTalk "It’s nothing, really. I just… I didn’t sleep well last night.">> It’s a half-truth, but it’s the best you can manage without spilling everything. <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> narrows her eyes slightly but doesn’t press further. Instead, she brightens and claps her hands together. <<CharlotteTalk "Alright, enough moping around campus. How about we head back to my place? I was going to make tea and maybe work on some notes for the feminist rally next week. I could use the company—and so could you.">> Your first instinct is to decline—being alone feels safer right now—but <charlotte>Charlotte's</charlotte> inviting tone and the idea of a change of scenery make you hesitate. You nod slowly. <<MCTalk "Sure, I guess. Tea sounds nice.">> <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> beams and nudges your arm playfully. <<CharlotteTalk "That’s the spirit. C’mon, I’m parked over by the philosophy building. Let’s go.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Charlotte6.jpg" height=500></div> When you arrive, <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> leads you up to her apartment, a cozy space filled with books, plants, and eclectic art. It’s exactly what you’d expect from her—warm, inviting, and unapologetically her. <<CharlotteTalk "Make yourself at home. I’ll get the tea going.">> You settle onto <charlotte>Charlotte's</charlotte> couch, sinking into the soft cushions while trying to find a position that doesn’t make the cage’s presence more noticeable—or unbearable. The apartment smells faintly of lavender and citrus, a calming contrast to the whirlwind of discomfort in your body and mind. <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> pops her head out from the small kitchen area, a kettle already steaming on the stove. <<CharlotteTalk "Chamomile or green tea? I’ve got a blend with lavender too—it’s supposed to help with stress.">> <<MCTalk "Uh, chamomile’s fine, thanks.">> You manage a small smile, but you’re more focused on staying still, hoping she doesn’t notice how tense you are. Moments later, she walks back in, balancing two steaming mugs. She sets one in front of you and takes a seat across the coffee table, her legs curled up on the armchair. Her expression softens as she studies you. <<CharlotteTalk "You know, $femname, I’ve been meaning to ask… Have you had to deal with any crap lately? You know, with the way you’ve been embracing this sissy, feminine thing. People can be such assholes when someone decides to break out of the box society sticks them in.">> Your cheeks heat up at her directness, and you fumble for a response. <<MCTalk "I mean… not really. Everyone’s been… mostly fine.">> It’s another half-truth, but the last thing you want is to open up about everything—especially with the cage pressing against you like a humiliating reminder of your new reality. <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> doesn’t look convinced. She sets her mug down, leaning forward slightly. <<CharlotteTalk "Well, if anyone does give you shit, you come to me, okay? People need to learn to keep their narrow-minded opinions to themselves. And don’t even get me started on TERFs.">> She launches into a passionate rant about trans-exclusionary radical feminists, talking about their hypocrisy and the harm they cause to the LGBTQ+ community. Her words are fiery and eloquent, as always, but your mind starts to wander. The uncomfortable sensation between your legs makes it hard to focus on her words. You nod occasionally, hoping it’s enough to make it look like you’re engaged. In reality, you’re far too preoccupied with your own discomfort to follow the details of her argument. You shift slightly in your seat, but it only makes things worse, and you bite your lip to keep from wincing. <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> pauses mid-sentence, noticing your restless movement. <<CharlotteTalk "You okay? You seem… distracted.">> Your heart skips a beat. <<MCTalk "Oh, uh, yeah! Sorry, just… I think the library chairs messed up my back or something.">> You force a laugh, trying to play it off. She raises an eyebrow but doesn’t push. <<CharlotteTalk "Hmm. Well, tea should help. And if you want, I’ve got a heating pad somewhere.">> <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> sits back in her chair, sipping her tea while glancing at you with a hint of curiosity. You hesitate for a moment before deciding to break the silence. <<MCTalk "You’re really passionate about all this. Like, it’s more than just caring about equality—it feels personal. Why’s that?">> Her expression softens, but there’s something searching in her gaze now, like she’s measuring your sincerity. For a moment, she doesn’t say anything, and your mind flashes back to last week, when you called yourself a sissy. You remember how emotional she got—how her voice caught, just for a moment, before she smiled and encouraged you. Now, <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> tilts her head slightly, studying you in a way that makes your heart race. [[Finally, she sighs, setting her mug down.|TuesdayClass][$p=3]] <<elseif $sociclass eq 9 and $p eq 3>> Before you can press her for more, she stands up abruptly, stretching her arms above her head. <<CharlotteTalk "Anyway, I’m going to change into something more comfortable. You look like you could use a minute to unwind, so just… chill, okay? I’ll be right back.">> You nod awkwardly as she disappears into her bedroom, the door clicking shut behind her. A pit of anxiety forms in your stomach, though you’re not entirely sure why. <mc><i>Did I offend her somehow? Did I say the wrong thing?</i></mc> You replay the conversation in your head, searching for a misstep, but your thoughts keep drifting back to the cage. The constant, pressing sensation is impossible to ignore, and no amount of shifting on the couch makes it any better. You press your thighs together slightly, biting the inside of your cheek as you try to calm yourself down. Whatever <charlotte>Charlotte's</charlotte> deal is, you can’t shake the feeling that there’s something important you’re missing—something she expected you to already know. <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> emerges from her bedroom, and your breath catches in your throat. She’s swapped her usual confident attire for something more relaxed—a pair of soft pink short shorts that hug her hips and a sporty crop top that shows just a sliver of her toned stomach. The outfit is simple, but on her, it looks impossibly sexy. You try not to stare, but your eyes betray you, tracing the curve of her thighs and the way the shorts cling to her figure. <<CharlotteTalk "Alright, $femname, it’s my turn to come out of the closet.">> She grabs the office chair from her desk, rolling it across the room and setting it directly in front of the sofa. As she sits down, she leans back with an air of casual confidence. Her gaze locks onto yours, and you feel pinned in place, like there’s no escaping the intensity of her presence. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Charlotte.jpg" height=500></div> The words hit you like a freight train. <charlotte>"Come out of the closet?"</charlotte> You open your mouth to ask what she means, but the question dies on your lips as your eyes involuntarily drift lower. That’s when you see it—a bulge, unmistakable and huge, straining against the soft fabric of her shorts. Your mind races to process what you’re seeing, but before you can even begin, <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> continues. <<CharlotteTalk "I’m a trans woman.">> Her voice is calm and steady, but the timing of her words collides with what you’re looking at, sending your brain into overdrive. Your thoughts blur into a chaotic mess—<charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> is trans, and she has that, and she’s sitting right in front of you, looking like she stepped out of a dream. You can’t speak. You can’t move. Your eyes stay glued to the outline in her shorts, betraying you entirely. It’s only when <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> clears her throat that you snap out of it, your gaze shooting back up to meet hers. Her expression is a mix of amusement and understanding, with just a hint of smugness. <<CharlotteTalk "Yeah, that’s about the reaction I expected.">> She chuckles softly, leaning forward in the chair, her elbows resting on her knees. <<CharlotteTalk "You okay over there? You look like you’ve seen a ghost—or something way more interesting.">> You try to form words, but nothing comes out. Your cheeks burn hotter than ever, and the cage pressing against you isn’t helping. <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> notices your flustered state and tilts her head, her grin widening just a little. <<CharlotteTalk "Relax, $femname. It’s still me. Just… maybe a version of me you didn’t expect.">> [[You manage to stammer out a reply, though it’s barely coherent.|TuesdayClass][$p=4]] <<elseif $sociclass eq 9 and $p eq 4>> <<MCTalk "I-I just… I didn’t…">> <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> waves a hand, cutting you off gently. <<CharlotteTalk "It’s okay. I figured you hadn’t pieced it together yet. Most people don’t—not unless I tell them.">> She leans back again, watching you carefully, as though giving you space to process. <<CharlotteTalk "Take your time. I know it’s a lot to take in.">> But the truth is, you can’t think about anything other than her—her words, her confidence, her body. And that outline, clear as day in those shorts, taunting you with every stolen glance. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Charlotte.jpg" height=500></div> Your whole body feels tense, the pink chastity cage pressing unbearably against your straining clit. The combination of discomfort and arousal has your thoughts spinning, and <charlotte>Charlotte's</charlotte> presence only makes it worse. You shift slightly in your seat, hoping she doesn’t notice your restlessness. <<MCTalk "I… I never would’ve guessed.">> Your voice is shaky, barely above a whisper. You can’t bring yourself to meet her gaze, and your eyes dart down for the briefest moment before you force them back up. <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> smiles, clearly amused. <<CharlotteTalk "Well, that’s kind of the point, isn’t it? I guess I’m just that passable, huh?">> You nod quickly, fumbling for words. <<MCTalk "Yeah, I mean… you’re so beautiful. No one would ever think otherwise.">> The compliment slips out before you can stop yourself, and your cheeks flush even more. <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> leans back in her chair, her grin softening into something more reflective. <<CharlotteTalk "Thanks, $femname. But it wasn’t always like this. When I was a kid—well, a boy, back then—I felt… off. Like I was watching someone else live my life. It all started to click when I hit puberty. I hated everything about it. My body, my voice, how people treated me. That’s when I realized—I wasn’t a boy.">> Her words hang in the air, and though you’re listening, your attention keeps drifting. Her shorts hug her body in a way that leaves nothing to the imagination, and your eyes betray you again, flickering to the unmistakable bulge straining against the fabric. You swallow hard, forcing yourself to look back at her face, but it’s no use. Every glance pulls you back down, making your cage feel tighter and your arousal more unbearable. <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> doesn’t seem to notice—or maybe she does, but she keeps talking. <<CharlotteTalk "I was lucky, though. I came out to my parents, and they were… supportive. Surprised, sure, but they didn’t shut me down. They got me into therapy, helped me start my transition early. Hormones, blockers, the whole deal.">> She gestures vaguely, her tone shifting to something more serious. <<CharlotteTalk "That’s why I’m so passionate about this stuff now. I know how lucky I was, and I want to fight for the people who didn’t have it as easy.">> You nod again, but it’s half-hearted. Her words are powerful, but the way she’s sitting, the way her cock fills out those shorts—it’s all too much. You bite your lip, trying to focus, but your gaze betrays you once more. <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> pauses, her eyes narrowing slightly as she catches your wandering glance. A mischievous smirk spreads across her lips. <<CharlotteTalk "You know, $femname, I thought you were quiet because you were processing everything. But now I think you’re just… distracted.">> Your heart skips a beat, and you stammer out a response. <<MCTalk "I-I wasn’t—">> She cuts you off, her smirk growing into a teasing grin. <<CharlotteTalk "Relax. I get it. Not every day you meet someone like me. And hey, I’ll admit, hormones didn’t do much when it came to… well, that.">> She gestures vaguely toward her lap, her tone dripping with playful arrogance. <<CharlotteTalk "Guess I got lucky.">> Your face burns, and you can’t bring yourself to respond. Every nerve in your body feels like it’s on fire, the combination of her confidence and your own arousal overwhelming you. The cage presses tighter, a constant reminder of your situation, and all you can do is sit there, trapped in your own flustered silence as <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> leans back, clearly enjoying your reaction. <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> leans forward slightly, resting her elbows on her knees, her teasing grin softening just a bit but never fully leaving her face. <<CharlotteTalk "You know, $femname, for someone who calls herself a sissy, you’re becoming more and more feminine every time I see you.">> [[She tilts her head, her tone playful but with a hint of curiosity.|TuesdayClass][$p=5]] <<elseif $sociclass eq 9 and $p eq 5>> <<CharlotteTalk "And for someone who probably still calls herself straight, you’re out here biting your lip while staring at my cock.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/Jessica Swimwear4.jpg" height=400></div> Your heart feels like it skips a beat, and you quickly sit up straighter, your cheeks burning bright red. <<MCTalk "I-I wasn’t—" >> You start to protest but stop yourself, realizing how weak it sounds. <<MCTalk "Okay, maybe I was, but it’s not like… I mean, I don’t know.">> <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> raises an eyebrow, clearly amused but also intrigued. <<CharlotteTalk "Not sure if you’re straight anymore, huh? That’s okay, you know. Life isn’t black and white—it’s a whole rainbow.">> You glance down, twisting your hands in your lap as you try to find the right words. <<MCTalk "It’s just… confusing. I’ve never thought about this stuff before. But… now I’m starting to wonder. It’s like everything I thought I knew about myself is just… shifting.">> You pause, hesitating, then quickly add. <<MCTalk "But it’s not just about that. It’s… it’s everything.">> <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> doesn’t interrupt, her eyes softening as she listens. <<MCTalk "I mean, yeah, the confusion about my… preferences is part of it. But the way I’ve been dressing, doing my nails, letting my hair grow out… it just feels right. Like it’s who I’m supposed to be. When I look in the mirror now, I actually see… me. For the first time in, I don’t know, ever.">> You glance up at <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte>, your voice quieter but steadier. <<MCTalk "I’ve been happier. More at peace with myself, I guess. Even if it’s scary sometimes.">> <charlotte>Charlotte's</charlotte> expression shifts into something gentler, almost maternal. She reaches out and places a hand on your knee, her touch warm and reassuring. <<CharlotteTalk "That’s a big deal, $femname. Finding even a piece of yourself like that? That’s huge.">> She gives your knee a light squeeze before leaning back again. <<CharlotteTalk "Look, you don’t have to have all the answers right now. Just keep experimenting. Keep trying things out until you figure out what feels right for you. It’s not a race. And no one gets to tell you who you are—not even me.">> Her words are kind, supportive, and without judgment, making you feel a bit more at ease. You glance at her, your lips twitching into a shy smile. <<MCTalk "Thanks, Charlotte. That… that actually helps.">> She grins, her playful energy returning slightly. <<CharlotteTalk "Of course it does. I’m amazing. And hey, no pressure, but if you ever decide to join the dark side and officially become one of us queer girls, you’ll have a fabulous guide right here.">> You laugh softly, shaking your head. <<MCTalk "I’ll… keep that in mind.">> <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> winks. <<CharlotteTalk "You better.">> You finish the last sip of your tea, feeling a little more relaxed after the conversation. <charlotte>Charlotte's</charlotte> words are still buzzing in your mind, giving you a strange sense of comfort despite your lingering nervousness. Standing up from the couch, you glance at <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> with a small smile. <<MCTalk "Thanks for the tea… and for listening. I should probably get going. Gym time.">> <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> stands as well, stretching her arms over her head before placing her hands on her hips. <<CharlotteTalk "Always so busy, huh? Well, go work on those gains or whatever it is you do at the gym.">> She grins teasingly, then tilts her head as she eyes you, her playful smirk returning in full force. <<CharlotteTalk "Oh, and $femname?">> You pause, halfway to the door, turning back to look at her. <<MCTalk "Yeah?">> <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> leans casually against the wall, one hand on her hip and the other pointing toward you. <<CharlotteTalk "Next time, try not to stare at my bulge so much. I mean, I know it’s impressive, but you were practically drooling.">> Your face goes red-hot, and you freeze in place. <<MCTalk "I wasn’t—!">> You stammer, unable to come up with anything convincing. <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> chuckles, waving you off. <<CharlotteTalk "Relax, I’m just messing with you. Sort of.">> Her smirk deepens, and she steps closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially. <<CharlotteTalk "But since you seem so fascinated, maybe I’ll send you a little something later. You know, just to fuel your curiosity.">> Your heart skips a beat, and you feel your throat go dry. <<MCTalk "I… uh…">> <<CharlotteTalk "Kidding! Mostly. Alright, off you go, gym rat. Off to work on your butt.">> You nod awkwardly, muttering a quick, <<MCTalk "See you later, Charlotte.">> Before stepping outside. The door closes behind you, and you take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. As you head toward the gym, you can’t help but feel a mix of embarrassment and anticipation at <charlotte>Charlotte's</charlotte> teasing words. Whether she was joking or serious about sending something later, you have a feeling tonight’s going to be… interesting. <<link [[Leave|City]]>> <<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $sociclass +=1>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $sociclass eq 10 and $p eq 1>> Today's class explored the sociology of education, revealing how school systems reinforce social stratification by privileging students from wealthier backgrounds, while underfunding schools in disadvantaged areas. <stress>Going to class increased your stress a bit.</stress><<set $stress +=5>><<Stress>> The classroom door swings shut behind you, and you step into the bustling corridor, your mind still reeling from the lecture. The discussion about systemic inequality in education felt uncomfortably personal, poking at old insecurities you’d rather leave buried. The tightness of the chastity cage doesn’t help; every step reminds you of your growing arousal and the stress bubbling beneath the surface. Then you see her. <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> stands leaning casually against the wall, her arms crossed and her signature smirk firmly in place. Her sharp eyes light up when she spots you. Without a word, she strides over and holds your hand, as if you’re the most natural pair in the world. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Charlotte13.jpg"></div> <<CharlotteTalk "Hey, doll. Fancy a little afternoon tea? My place, of course.">> You blink, startled by her sudden closeness, but manage to nod. <<MCTalk "Uh, sure. That sounds nice.">> The two of you weave through the crowded hallway, <charlotte>Charlotte's</charlotte> confident energy setting the pace. Her arm stays linked with yours, sending a mix of warmth and nervous energy coursing through you. As you walk, your thoughts betray you. The memory of her bulge selfie resurfaces unbidden, the sight of her straining pink panties flashing vividly in your mind. Your cheeks heat up, and the cage presses uncomfortably against you, amplifying your frustration. You bite your lip and try to focus on anything else, but her presence only makes it harder. You sit across from <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> in her cozy living room, a steaming mug of tea warming your hands. The room feels intimate, the soft hum of music from her speaker filling the quiet spaces between sips. <<CharlotteTalk "So, tell me about Jessica. You wore her panties huh?">> [[The question catches you off guard, and you almost choke on your tea.|TuesdayClass][$p=2]] <<elseif $sociclass eq 10 and $p eq 2>> <<MCTalk "W-What?">> <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> raises an amused brow, her grin playful but curious. <<CharlotteTalk "You know, your better half? You’re a bit of a mystery, you know that? Is she... part of the family?">> <<MCTalk "The family?">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DayDreamMom.jpg" height=500></div> Her words catch you off guard, stirring a pang of sadness that rises swiftly and unexpectedly. Your mind flashes back to your mother’s face five days ago—tight with disappointment and disbelief as she lashed out about your growing femininity. The memory presses heavily on your chest, threatening to crack through the carefully constructed walls you've built since then. But you refuse to let it linger. Not now. Not with <charlotte>Charlotte's</charlotte> expectant gaze fixed on you. You force a small smile and shift in your seat, determined to push the ache away. <<CharlotteTalk "You know, LGBTQ+.">> She winks, taking another sip of tea. You nod hesitantly. <<MCTalk "She’s bisexual.">> <charlotte>Charlotte's</charlotte> expression lights up with excitement, her grin widening. <<CharlotteTalk "Oh, now that’s interesting. Bisexual, huh? So, she’s got good taste.">> You fidget with your mug, her enthusiasm only making you more self-conscious. <<MCTalk "Yeah, she’s… she’s pretty amazing.">> <<CharlotteTalk "I’ll bet she is. You seem smitten.">> She teases, her tone warm but probing. You try to manage a small smile, but the heat in your cheeks betrays you. <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> doesn’t miss a thing, and her grin only widens as she leans forward, resting her chin on her hand. <<CharlotteTalk "Jessica must feel pretty damn lucky, though. I mean, a sissy girlfriend? For a bisexual, that’s like having the best of both worlds.">> You take a sip of tea to hide your flustered expression, forcing yourself to focus on the warmth spreading through your chest rather than the way your cage presses against you uncomfortably. <<MCTalk "I-I don’t know about that.">> You mumble, hoping she’ll let it slide. <<CharlotteTalk "Oh, come on.">> She waves a hand dismissively, her eyes sparkling with mischief. <<CharlotteTalk "You’re feminine, you’re cute, and you’re clearly figuring yourself out. What’s not to love? Jessica’s probably head over heels for you—and I bet you two are having a ton of fun, aren’t you?">> You nearly choke on your tea. <<MCTalk "W-What?">> <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> laughs, leaning back against the couch, clearly enjoying your reaction. <<CharlotteTalk "Oh, don’t play coy with me. You two must be at it all the time. That’s how it usually goes, you know.">> [[You blink at her, utterly confused and not sure how to respond.|TuesdayClass][$p=3]] <<elseif $sociclass eq 10 and $p eq 3>> <<MCTalk "I, um… I don’t know what you mean.">> She quirks an eyebrow, then smirks knowingly. <<CharlotteTalk "Alright, let me spell it out for you. Once someone starts to really come to terms with their own sexuality or gender? Libido skyrockets. You figure out who you are, and suddenly you’re like, ‘Oh, I want to experience everything.’ It’s practically universal. Everyone I know in the community says the same thing. Trust me, it’s a thing.">> Your stomach twists uncomfortably, the words hitting closer to home than you’d like. It would make sense, wouldn’t it? But your situation is… different. It’s been 9 days since Mistress <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> locked you in the cage. Denying you even the possibility of an erection for most of the time... You force a laugh, trying to steer the conversation away. <<MCTalk "I… I guess that makes sense.">> <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> narrows her eyes slightly, studying you as if trying to read your mind. For a moment, you’re terrified she might press further. <<MCTalk "What about you? What’s your love life like?">> <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> raises an eyebrow, then chuckles softly. <<CharlotteTalk "Oh, you’re turning the tables now, huh? Alright, fair enough.">> She leans back, swirling her tea lazily before answering. <<CharlotteTalk "I’m not really the ‘relationship’ type, honestly. I’ve got a few friends with benefits and a couple of fuckbuddies here and there. Works for me.">> Your jaw nearly drops. <<MCTalk "Seriously?">> She smirks at your reaction, clearly amused. <<CharlotteTalk "What? Don’t look so shocked. I like to have fun, and I’m upfront about what I want. No drama, no strings, just good times.">> You can’t help the pang of envy that twists in your chest. The thought of her living so freely makes you squirm. You are in an open relationship but your clit is locked. Before you realize it, you blurt out a question you immediately regret. <<MCTalk "So, um… how does that, uh, work?">> <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> blinks, then bursts out laughing, nearly spilling her tea. <<CharlotteTalk "Oh my god, that’s adorable. Are you really asking me how I have sex?">> You flush deeply, fumbling for words. <<MCTalk "I mean, I just— I’m curious, that’s all!">> [[She grins wickedly, setting her tea down as she leans forward slightly, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone.|TuesdayClass][$p=4]] <<elseif $sociclass eq 10 and $p eq 4>> <<CharlotteTalk "Alright, since you’re dying to know… most of the time, I’m a top.">> You stare at her blankly. <<MCTalk "A… top?">> She snickers, clearly enjoying your confusion. <<CharlotteTalk "Yeah, a top. You know, the one who’s… doing the fucking.">> She wiggles her eyebrows for emphasis, her grin widening as your eyes widen in realization. The mental image is immediate and overwhelming. Her words bring back the memory of the photo she sent you, the outline of her bulge in those pink panties. You bite your lip, your cheeks burning as you try not to let your mind linger there. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/Charlotte2.jpg" height=500></div> <<MCTalk "Oh… oh.">> You manage, your voice barely above a whisper. <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> leans back with a satisfied smirk, clearly picking up on your flustered state. <<CharlotteTalk "What’s the matter? You look like you just remembered something.">> <<MCTalk "N-no, it’s nothing!">> You stammer, quickly reaching for your tea to hide your face. <<CharlotteTalk "Mhm, sure it is.">> She says with a playful wink, making your heart race even faster. You try to steer the conversation away again, but her laughter lingers in the air, teasing and impossible to ignore. <<CharlotteTalk "You know… I have to admit, when I look at you now, I’d peg you as the perfect little sub bottom. You’ve got the look, the vibe—everything. But hearing about Jessica? Hmm, maybe I was wrong.">> Your eyes widen, your cheeks flushing hot as you immediately look away, fumbling with your tea cup. <<MCTalk "W-what? No, I—">> You trail off, too flustered to form a coherent response. <charlotte>Charlotte</charlotte> grins, leaning forward slightly as if to get a better look at your reaction. <<CharlotteTalk "Oh, don’t get so worked up. I’m just saying, you give off certain vibes. But hey, if you’re the one in charge in your relationship, maybe I was wrong.">> You feel like you’re about to combust. <<MCTalk "I—uh—anyway, I was just about to say, I have to head to the gym soon.">> You blurt out, desperate to change the subject. <<CharlotteTalk "The gym, huh?">> She leans back, giving you a knowing smile that does nothing to help your embarrassment. <<CharlotteTalk "Alright, I’ll let you escape this time. But you better work out that blush of yours before you hit the treadmill, or people are going to think you’ve been up to something.">> <<MCTalk "Thanks for the tea, Charlotte. I’ll see you around.">> You say quickly, standing and grabbing your bag. <<link [[Leave|City]]>> <<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $sociclass +=1>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $sociclass eq 11 and $p eq 1>> Your class today focused on critical race theory, which examines how laws and institutions uphold systemic racism, calling for structural changes to address racial inequality in society. <stress>Going to class increased your stress a bit.</stress><<set $stress +=5>><<Stress>> <<link [[Leave|College Campus]]>> <<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $sociclass +=1>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $sociclass eq 12 and $p eq 1>> In today’s global sociology class, you learned about the unequal impacts of globalization, where wealthier nations benefit from labor and resources extracted from poorer nations, perpetuating global inequality. <stress>Going to class increased your stress a bit.</stress><<set $stress +=5>><<Stress>> <<link [[Leave|College Campus]]>> <<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $sociclass +=1>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $sociclass eq 13 and $p eq 1>> Today’s lecture on the sociology of deviance challenged the idea of "criminality," explaining how laws and social norms are often used to control marginalized populations, particularly along lines of race and class. <stress>Going to class increased your stress a bit.</stress> <<link [[Leave|College Campus]]>> <<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $sociclass +=1>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $sociclass eq 14 and $p eq 1>> <</if>>

<<if $econclass eq 1 and $p eq 1>> The professor’s voice fills the room as they wrap up a lecture on behavioral economics, explaining how emotions drive decisions that ripple through markets, often widening income inequality. You jot down the last of your notes, intrigued but ready to stretch your legs after the dense discussion. As you glance around the room, your eyes land on the guy sitting two rows ahead. He’s leaned slightly over his notebook, not scribbling notes like everyone else but sketching something. His hand moves fluidly, confident lines forming a striking design. The precision and elegance of his drawing catch your attention, and you can’t help but be impressed. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Alex.jpg" height=500></div> When class ends and students start packing up, you decide to approach him. <<MCTalk "Hey, I couldn’t help but notice you were drawing during class. It looked really good. I’m $name, by the way.">> He looks up from closing his notebook, his green eyes lighting up with a friendly smile. Up close, you notice his sharp features and polished style. <<AlexTalk "Oh, thanks, $name! I’m Alex. It’s nice to meet you.">> <<MCTalk "Nice to meet you too, Alex. Are you into art?">> He chuckles, slinging his bag over one shoulder. <<AlexTalk "Yeah, kind of. My mom’s a fashion designer, so I’ve been sketching for as long as I can remember. What about you? Are you into art too?">> [[You hesitate for a moment, then answer.|WednesdayClass][$p=2]] <<elseif $econclass eq 1 and $p eq 2>> <<MCTalk "Not drawing, but I’m into photography.">> His eyebrows lift in genuine interest. <<AlexTalk "Photography? That’s really cool. I’ve always admired people who can find the perfect shot. What do you like to photograph?">> <<MCTalk "Mostly landscapes and architecture. I love how you can tell a story through angles and lighting.">> He nods thoughtfully, his smile growing. <<AlexTalk "That’s awesome. I’d love to see your work sometime. Freshman, right?">> <<MCTalk "Yeah, same freshman here. I’m glad I got into this class—it seems like it’s going to be interesting.">> <<AlexTalk "Same. And hey, it’s nice to meet another freshman who’s not just here for the parties.">> You both share a laugh, the conversation easy and natural. <<AlexTalk "See you around, $name?">> <<MCTalk "Yeah, see you.">> As you walk out of the classroom, you can’t help but feel good about the interaction. <alex>Alex</alex> seems like someone worth getting to know. <stress>Going to class increased your stress a bit.</stress> <<link [[Leave Class|Jessica See Afar]]>> <<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $econclass +=1>><<set $stress +=5>><<Stress>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $econclass eq 2 and $p eq 1>> Social democratic economic theories were discussed in class, emphasizing the importance of a robust social safety net, including universal healthcare and income redistribution, for building more equitable and just societies. <stress>Going to class increased your stress a bit.</stress><<set $stress +=5>><<Stress>> Class wraps up, and you begin to gather your things. Today’s discussion about social democratic economic theories was thought-provoking, but you notice <alex>Alex</alex> sitting back in his seat, casually sketching in the margins of his notebook again. Curiosity tugs at you, and you wander over. <<MCTalk "Hey, Alex. Sketching again?">> He looks up, flashing you a grin. <<AlexTalk "Always. Check this out.">> He holds up his notebook, revealing a cartoonish depiction of a lazy-looking character lounging in a hammock made of dollar bills, labeled “Redistributed Wealth.” Beside them stands a frustrated figure labeled “Taxpayer,” struggling to hold up the hammock. You can’t help but chuckle, even though the sketch rubs you the wrong way. <<MCTalk "Creative as always. So, you’re not a fan of income redistribution, huh?">> <alex>Alex</alex> shrugs, closing his notebook. <<AlexTalk "Not really. I mean, come on. Handouts like that just make people lazy. If you want something, you work for it. Simple as that.">> You arch an eyebrow, glancing pointedly at the gleaming watch on his wrist. <<MCTalk "Interesting. Where’d you work to buy that watch?">> [[The question catches him off guard, and he hesitates, his grin faltering for a moment.|WednesdayClass][$p=2]] <<elseif $econclass eq 2 and $p eq 2>> <<AlexTalk "Well, I didn’t ‘work’ for it, exactly. I grew my portfolio.">> You stifle a laugh, folding your arms. <<MCTalk "At eighteen? Impressive. How’d you start a portfolio?">> <alex>Alex</alex> leans back, his confidence returning. <<AlexTalk "It’s all about smart investments. Crypto, stocks. I mean, sure, my parents helped me get started, but the decisions were mine.">> You can’t resist raising a skeptical eyebrow. <<MCTalk "Right. Because everyone has a portfolio at eighteen.">> He pauses, finally catching on to your point. For a moment, he seems thoughtful before his grin reappears, though it’s more sheepish this time. <<AlexTalk "Okay, okay. Fair point. Not everyone starts off like me. But hey, that’s why I believe in teaching people how to fish, not just giving them the fish.">> <<MCTalk "That’s one way to look at it.">> The conversation ends on a lighter note, but the contrast in your perspectives lingers in your mind as you excuse yourself. After class you come across a cute cat on the college grounds and you cannot stop yourself from petting it. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/CollegePetCat.jpg" height=500></div> <<link [[Leave College|City]]>> <<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $econclass +=1>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $econclass eq 3 and $p eq 1>> The morning air is crisp as you walk onto campus, your shoes tapping softly against the paved path. A flash of white catches your eye—a sleek Edison electric car cruising by, its polished surface gleaming in the sunlight like a rolling status symbol. You recognize the driver immediately: <alex>Alex</alex>, your new “friend” from Econ class. His relaxed confidence behind the wheel matches the car’s opulence perfectly. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Alex2.jpg" height=500></div> Your mind drifts for a moment. Your parents could easily afford something like that if they wanted to. With your dad’s successful international real estate career, your family lives more than comfortably. But your mother’s insistence on “making a man out of yourself” has its consequences. They cover your tuition, sure, but everything else? That’s up to you. You push down a flicker of resentment. Thanks to their rules, you’re working as a waiter to make ends meet. At least your boss is drop-dead gorgeous, so there’s that small silver lining. Shaking off the thought, you adjust your bag and head toward the parking lot. Maybe you’ll catch up to <alex>Alex</alex>. Walking to class together beats mulling over your family’s choices. As you approach the parking lot, you spot <alex>Alex's</alex> car parked near the entrance. Movement through the slightly tinted windows catches your eye. At first, you think he’s just grabbing something or checking his phone. [[Go closer.|WednesdayClass][$p=2]] <<elseif $econclass eq 3 and $p eq 2>> But as you get closer, your steps falter. There he is, in the driver’s seat, leaning toward a red-haired girl. Her hands rest on his shoulders as they share a heated, unhurried kiss, completely oblivious to the world outside. You freeze mid-step, caught between surprise and discomfort. Your mind races as you stand there, unsure whether to turn back or push forward. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/College/Alex.mp4"/></div> As you watch <alex>Alex</alex> and the redhead, the scene grows more intimate. Her hands move to his belt, and you feel an uncomfortable heat rush through you. As the girl unbuckles your classmate, your chest tightens with a mixture of surprise and envy. You see the huge cock of your classmate, at least twice your size… In comparison you feel so small, it hits you in a way that feels uncomfortable but real. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/College/Alex2.mp4"/></div> As you continue to watch the redhead starts licking and sucking <alex>Alex's</alex> big cock. Even though you feel bad about his car, your financial situation, his big cock and your smaller penis, you cannot stop looking. You cannot stop getting an erection.<<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> Your heart races as the scene continues, a confused mix of arousal and unease creeping up on you. You finally manage to tear your gaze away, your heart pounding. But the image of <alex>Alex</alex>, of the car, and of the stark difference between you both lingers in your mind, tangled with that uncomfortable feeling of being out of place. [[Go to Classroom.|WednesdayClass][$p=3]] <<elseif $econclass eq 3 and $p eq 3>> You step into the classroom, your mind still buzzing from the scene in the parking lot. Sliding into your usual seat, you pull out your notebook, trying to focus as the professor begins the lecture. Today’s topic is economic history—specifically, how periods of high inequality often sparked social unrest and movements advocating for wealth redistribution. The professor’s voice carries through the room, detailing examples from the Gilded Age to more modern times, but your thoughts wander. You steal a glance at <alex>Alex</alex>, seated a few rows ahead. He’s leaning back in his chair, his tablet balanced on his lap, looking utterly at ease. It’s like the entire discussion of inequality and economic justice doesn’t touch him—and why would it? With his car, his wealth, and his natural charm, <alex>Alex</alex> is the kind of person who thrives in a world that rewards privilege. Your pen hovers over your notes as you try to refocus, but the parallels between the lecture and your own life are hard to ignore. The professor talks about how the wealthy often resist redistribution, arguing it would discourage ambition or productivity. You think back to <alex>Alex's</alex> casual, confident demeanor—and, well, everything else. He doesn’t just live in this system; he embodies it. You glance down at your own hands, rougher now after months of waiting tables to cover your expenses. Your parents are well-off, but their decision to keep you financially independent during college sometimes feels more like a punishment than a lesson. You can’t help but wonder if Alex ever had to worry about anything close to this. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Alex3.jpg" height=500></div> The class finally wraps up, and you pack your things quickly, eager to leave before <alex>Alex</alex> notices you. But as you head for the door, his voice stops you. <<AlexTalk "What’s up, $name?">> You turn to see him strolling toward you, his bag slung over one shoulder, his expression as relaxed as ever. He doesn’t even slow down, just throws the greeting your way like an afterthought. <<MCTalk "Oh, uh, hey.">> Your response feels awkward, almost forced, but <alex>Alex</alex> doesn’t seem to care. He waves you off with a grin and disappears into the hallway, leaving you standing there, clutching your bag. <stress>Going to class and seeing the difference between you and Alex increased your stress a bit.</stress><<set $stress +=10>><<Stress>> As you make your way outside, the professor’s words echo in your mind: “Periods of high inequality often lead to demands for justice and change.” But looking at someone like <alex>Alex</alex>, you can’t imagine him being affected by that kind of unrest. With his wealth, his confidence, and his sheer presence, he’s untouchable in a way you’ll never be. You sigh, shaking off the thoughts as you head to your next destination. No point in comparing yourself—it won’t change anything. Still, the shadow of that sleek Edison car and <alex>Alex's</alex> effortless charm lingers in your mind, a reminder of how different your worlds really are. <<link [[Leave College|City]]>> <<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $econclass +=1>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $econclass eq 4 and $p eq 1>> Today's lesson introduced you to economic models, such as those based on the work of economists like Amartya Sen, which prioritize human development and well-being over purely economic growth, promoting a more egalitarian approach. <stress>Going to class increased your stress a bit.</stress><<set $stress +=5>><<Stress>> The afternoon sun bathes the college yard in a warm, golden glow as students mill about, chatting and lounging on the grass. Your eyes are drawn to a familiar figure near the fountain—<alex>Alex</alex>. His effortless posture and confident grin make him stand out even in the bustling crowd. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Sunderland.jpg" height=500></div> This time, he’s with someone new. A blonde girl, her bright smile practically glowing as she leans into him, hanging on his every word. She laughs at something he says, her hand lightly brushing his arm in a way that feels intimate, even from where you’re standing. <alex>Alex</alex> doesn’t miss a beat, his deep chuckle rolling through the air as he pulls his phone out. You watch as she punches in her number, her giggle audible even from this distance. <alex>Alex</alex> tilts his head, flashing that signature grin, and says something that makes her laugh again before she walks away, glancing back at him one last time. Your stomach twists, though you can’t quite pinpoint why. The ease with which <alex>Alex</alex> charms women, the confidence radiating from him—it all feels far from you. Even though you found a beautiful girlfriend in your first week of college you don't feel confident. Before you can turn away, <alex>Alex's</alex> eyes meet yours. His grin widens as he starts walking in your direction, his steps unhurried, exuding that same effortless confidence. <<AlexTalk "Well, well, look who it is.">> His tone is light as he approaches, sliding his phone back into his pocket. <<MCTalk "Hey, Alex. Saw you talking to the blonde, you are really a ladies man aren't you?">> <alex>Alex</alex> smirks at your comment, his grin shifting into something sharper, almost predatory. <<AlexTalk "Ladies' man? Nah, I’m just honest about what I want. Girls like confidence, $name. You’d be surprised how easy it is if you know how to play the game.">> He stops a few steps away from you, his tone casual but laced with a hint of smugness. <<AlexTalk "Blonde over there? Just one of the week’s picks. I’ve got a system, see. Two new girls a week, minimum. Keeps things interesting.">> You blink, unsure if you heard him right. <<MCTalk "Two? Seriously?">> Your voice wavers between disbelief and curiosity. <<AlexTalk "Why not? Variety is the spice of life, right? Look, $name, women are simple. They like the attention, the confidence, the chase. Give ‘em what they want, and they’ll give you what you want. It’s that easy.">> Your stomach churns at his words, but something about the way he speaks—so assured, so unapologetic—keeps you rooted in place. <<MCTalk "But… don’t you care about, I don’t know, getting to know them? Like, actually connecting with someone?">> <alex>Alex</alex> raises an eyebrow, his grin widening. <<AlexTalk "Connecting? Sure, in bed. Look, don’t get me wrong, girls are great, but they’re all about how you make them feel. You get them laughing, make them feel special for a night, and that’s all the connection you need.">> He leans in slightly, lowering his voice like he’s letting you in on some great secret. <<AlexTalk "You’re too soft, man. Girls see that, and they think ‘friend,’ not ‘fun.’ You gotta stop overthinking it. They’re not as complicated as you’re making it.">> <<MCTalk "I don’t know… that feels… I guess kind of shallow.">> You try to push back, but your words lack conviction. <alex>Alex</alex> shrugs, unfazed. <<AlexTalk "Call it what you want. Works for me. Why complicate things? Life’s short, $name. You should try it sometime. Just pick a girl, charm her, and enjoy yourself. It’s not like they’re looking for their soulmate, either.">> His words linger in the air, each one hitting you with a strange mix of disgust and fascination. There’s a part of you that recoils at his dismissive attitude toward women, but another part—a smaller, quieter part—wonders if his confidence is the key to something you’ve been missing. <alex>Alex</alex> pats you on the shoulder, his grip firm. <<AlexTalk "Anyway, I’ll see you around, man. Don’t be afraid to take a page out of my book. Maybe even you could score with a hot chick.">> He flashes one last grin before turning and walking away, leaving you standing there in the warm afternoon light. Your thoughts swirl as you watch him disappear into the crowd, his words echoing in your mind. <mc><i>I'm sure Jessica is one of the sexiest girl in the whole campus, Alex couldn't even dream about her.</i></mc> For all his bravado and charm, <alex>Alex</alex> doesn’t know what you are dating someone stunning, someone who can turn heads wherever she wants. Still, there’s a flicker of doubt buried beneath the surface. Sure, <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> incredible, but deep down, you know your confidence falters when it comes to satisfying her sexually. Shaking off the thought, you adjust your bag and head toward exit. <<link [[Leave College|City]]>> <<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $econclass +=1>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $econclass eq 5 and $p eq 1>> The class emphasized the role of increased regulation, progressive taxation, and wealth redistribution as advocated by economists critical of unfettered capitalism to combat income inequality and promote a more equitable distribution of resources. <stress>Going to class increased your stress a bit.</stress><<set $stress +=5>><<Stress>> The classroom buzzes with the low hum of chatter as students begin packing up their things. You’re gathering your notes when <alex>Alex</alex> approaches, his steps unhurried but purposeful. You glance up, surprised to see him leaning casually on the edge of your desk, arms crossed and that ever-present grin plastered on his face. <<AlexTalk "Pierced ears, medium hair, skinny build…">> He tilts his head slightly, his grin sharpening as he looks you up and down. <<AlexTalk "You’re really going all-in on that beta aesthetic, huh?">> You pause, caught off guard. <<MCTalk "What’s that supposed to mean?">> <alex>Alex</alex> chuckles, the sound low and amused. <<AlexTalk "Relax, man. I’m just saying—you’ve got this whole… soft thing going on. Makes me wonder what kind of vibe you’re going for.">> He gestures vaguely toward your hair and earrings, as if they speak volumes. <<MCTalk "I’m just being myself.">> Your response comes quicker than you expect, and his grin widens like he’s enjoying the game. <<AlexTalk "Fair enough. But here’s the thing—you know what a real alpha does?">> He straightens up slightly, his tone taking on an air of mock authority. <<AlexTalk "Takes charge. Women love that. Confidence, dominance, someone who knows how to handle himself. They don’t want a guy who looks like he’s auditioning for a boy band.">> Your cheeks flush, and you fumble for a response. <<MCTalk "That’s... not really how it works.">> <alex>Alex</alex> smirks, leaning in slightly, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone. <<AlexTalk "Oh, it is. Trust me. You can’t overthink this stuff, $name. Girls don’t fall for a guy because he’s nice or... 'just himself.' They fall for a guy who makes them feel something—excitement, thrill, like he’s got the world in the palm of his hand.">> The weight of his words settles heavily in the air between you, leaving you uncertain whether to push back or let the conversation drop. You take a deep breath, your frustration bubbling up as you decide to push back. <<MCTalk "Well, for your information, I already have a girlfriend. And she’s... she’s really beautiful.">> <alex>Alex</alex> blinks at you for a moment, then laughs—a sharp, dismissive sound that feels like a slap. <<AlexTalk "A girlfriend? Oh, come on, $name. You’re telling me you’re tying yourself down to one girl? That’s amateur hour, man.">> He shakes his head, the smug grin on his face widening. <<AlexTalk "What kind of a man does that? You’re putting yourself on a leash, and for what? Some chick who’s probably already looking for the next guy the second you slip up?">> [[His words sting, and you clench your fists, fighting the urge to snap back.|WednesdayClass][$p=2]] <<elseif $econclass eq 5 and $p eq 2>> Alex rolls his eyes, his tone dripping with condescension. <<AlexTalk "Sure, sure. That’s what every guy says until it all falls apart. But let me ask you this—how many girls have you actually been with? You know, slept with?">> You hesitate, the heat rising to your cheeks. <<MCTalk "Just... one.">> The admission feels like a blow to your own pride, especially under <alex>Alex's</alex> scrutinizing gaze. His reaction is immediate, a sharp laugh that echoes in the now-empty classroom. <<AlexTalk "One girl? Rookie numbers, man. You’re just proving my point.">> He leans closer, his voice dropping to a tone that feels almost predatory. <<AlexTalk "You think she’s impressed by that? You think one girl’s gonna make you an expert at anything? Meanwhile, I’ve been with more women in a weekend than you’ve probably even talked to.">> Your mind flashes to Jessica, her smile, the way she makes you feel whole despite your insecurities. But <alex>Alex's</alex> words worm their way in, stirring up a familiar knot in your stomach. <mc><i>I love Jessica. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. But… it’s true. I can barely keep up with her, let alone juggle multiple women like Alex brags about. How does he even do it?</i></mc> <alex>Alex</alex> leans back, his smirk never faltering. <<AlexTalk "See? You’re overthinking it. That’s the problem with you betas. You put all your eggs in one basket, and you think that’s the way to win.">> <alex>Alex</alex> chuckles as he pulls his phone out of his pocket, unlocking it with a flick of his thumb. <<AlexTalk "Alright, let me show you what I’m talking about.">> He taps through his gallery before turning the screen toward you. The photo shows two stunning women lounging in a hot tub, steam rising around them. One is a blonde with wavy hair cascading over her shoulders, her bright blue eyes sparkling as she smiles at the camera. The other, a brunette with a sultry gaze, leans back slightly, her bikini top barely containing her curves. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Alex4.jpg" height=500></div> <<AlexTalk "See these two? Scored ‘em both in one weekend. That’s what confidence gets you, man. Blonde’s got that innocent vibe, right? But she’s a freak. And the brunette? Total party girl.">> He grins, clearly pleased with himself. You gape at the photo, a mix of disbelief and incredulity twisting in your gut. <<MCTalk "Wait, you’re saying… both of them? Together?">> <alex>Alex</alex> smirks, swiping to the next image. <<AlexTalk "Oh, yeah.">> The next photo is even more shocking. The same two women are now kneeling on a plush carpet, dressed in lingerie. They are both licking <alex>Alex's</alex> big cock, the women gazing up at him like he’s some kind of god. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Alex5.jpg" height=450></div> Your stomach tightens, a cocktail of envy and disbelief swirling through you. <<Arousalincrease 30>><<Arousal>> <<MCTalk "I… I don’t even know what to say.">> <alex>Alex</alex> grins, clearly reveling in your reaction. <<AlexTalk "See? That’s what being an alpha looks like. Confidence, control, and results. You’re out here sweating over one girl while I’m living the dream.">> You shake your head, struggling to process what you’re seeing. <<MCTalk "But how… how did you even convince them to let you take these pictures?">> <alex>Alex</alex> shrugs, his tone casual, almost dismissive. <<AlexTalk "What, the photos? Easy. I just asked.">> He laughs at your stunned expression. <<AlexTalk "You’d be surprised what women are willing to do when you know how to play your cards right. You just gotta own it. They can sense when a guy’s got his shit together.">> Your mind reels at his words, the audacity, the confidence, the sheer brazenness of it all. You can’t help but feel like <alex>Alex</alex> exists in a completely different reality, one where rules and boundaries don’t apply. <alex>Alex's</alex> smirk widens as he watches your reaction, clearly enjoying the impact of his words. <<AlexTalk "Anyway, man, I gotta go. You’ve got a lot of thinking to do. But here’s the thing—guys like you? You’ll always be stuck in that beta role. Watching alphas like me get the prettiest, nastiest women while you’re left with the scraps. That’s how it goes.">> You stand there, frozen for a moment, the weight of his words settling in. As <alex>Alex</alex> walks away, a mixture of anger and confusion churns inside you. You can’t help but question everything—was he right? Was your uncertainty, your hesitancy, your relationship with <jessica>Jessica</jessica>—was all of that somehow a sign of weakness? Could you never be the confident, charismatic guy <alex>Alex</alex> portrayed himself to be? You glance at the ground, the thoughts swirling in your head. It’s hard to shake the feeling that <alex>Alex's</alex> arrogance is masking something deeper, but at the same time, a part of you wonders if there’s any truth to his words. <mc><i>Am I really that weak? Am I a beta…</i></mc> With a deep sigh, you turn and head off in the opposite direction, feeling unsure of where you stand. <<link [[Leave College|City]]>> <<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $econclass +=1>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $econclass eq 6 and $p eq 1>> In today’s class, you explored Marxist economics, which critiques capitalism for creating inherent inequalities by concentrating wealth and power in the hands of a few, while exploiting labor for profit. <stress>Going to class increased your stress a bit.</stress><<set $stress +=5>><<Stress>> As you’re walking through the courtyard, balancing a stack of books, you feel the tightness of your jeans hugging your hips. The fit is snug, showing off every curve, and as you move, you're aware of the faint outline of your panties visible through the fabric. It's subtle, but noticeable enough if someone is paying attention. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/CollegePantyline.jpg" height=500></div> You pass by a group of students sitting on the grass, and out of the corner of your eye, you catch a guy glancing your way. His gaze lingers, and you realize he’s staring right at the faint line of your panties peeking through the tight jeans. Your face flushes as you continue walking, but instead of feeling embarrassed, there's a strange thrill in knowing he noticed. The attention feels different now—exciting, in a way that makes your heart race. As you round the corner of the courtyard, still balancing the stack of books in your arms, a familiar, smug voice cuts through the air. <<AlexTalk "Well, well, if it isn’t the campus beta. You’ve really embraced the look, haven’t you? Tight jeans, panties showing… What’s next, heels?">> You pause, the flush on your face deepening. Turning, you see <alex>Alex</alex> leaning casually against a nearby bench, his trademark grin plastered on his face as his eyes rake over your outfit. <<MCTalk "Nice to see you too, Alex.">> Your tone is dry, but your grip on the books tightens. <alex>Alex</alex> chuckles, pushing off the bench and strolling toward you. <<AlexTalk "I’m just saying, you’re not exactly making a strong case for yourself. I mean, look at you. Crossdressing like this… it's such a fag behavior.">> The word hits you like a slap, sharp and cruel, and for a moment, you’re too stunned to respond. <alex>Alex</alex> continues, his voice dripping with condescension. <<AlexTalk "You think any girl’s gonna look at you and think, ‘Wow, that’s boyfriend material?’ No, man. They’ll be looking for the real alpha in the room. Someone who doesn’t look like they shop in their sister’s closet.">> Your heart pounds, a mix of anger and shame bubbling up inside you. <<MCTalk "You don’t know what you’re talking about.">> <alex>Alex</alex> snorts, his grin widening. <<AlexTalk "Oh, I don’t? Let me tell you something, rookie. Confidence isn’t about prancing around in skinny jeans and showing off your panties. It’s about taking charge, being a man.">> The words sting, but a flicker of defiance flares in your chest. <<MCTalk "You don’t know anything about me.">> <alex>Alex's</alex> grin widens as he leans closer, his tone smug. <<AlexTalk "Let me guess, you’re gonna tell me you’re confident because you have a girlfriend, right? Spare me, rookie. Confidence isn’t something you can fake. It’s about results. And I’ve got the track record to prove it.">> You clench your jaw, tired of his arrogance. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot <clara>Clara</clara> strolling across the courtyard. She’s as stunning as ever—slender, confident, with her dark hair cascading over her shoulders. Just as you’re about to walk away, a thought crosses your mind. [[An idea takes shape, and you decide to turn the tables.|WednesdayClass][$p=2]] <<elseif $econclass eq 6 and $p eq 2>> <<MCTalk "Alright, Alex. You keep bragging about how you’re the ‘alpha’ and how women can’t resist you. Prove it.">> <alex>Alex</alex> raises an eyebrow, intrigued. <<AlexTalk "Prove it?">> You nod, gesturing toward <clara>Clara</clara>. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Alex6.jpg" height=450></div> <<MCTalk "See her? That’s my roommate. Slender, Latina, and, let’s just say, she’s got high standards. If you’re really as confident and alpha as you claim, getting her attention should be a piece of cake, right?">> <alex>Alex</alex> laughs, a sharp, amused sound. <<AlexTalk "That’s it? You want me to show you how it’s done? Easy. I’ll have her in my bed by the end of the week.">> You cross your arms, meeting his gaze with a challenge of your own. <<MCTalk "If you can actually get her to sleep with you, I’ll admit you’re right. About everything. I’ll even stop… ‘crossdressing,’ as you call it.">> You emphasize the word with air quotes, your tone dripping with sarcasm. <alex>Alex's</alex> eyes gleam with amusement and confidence. <<AlexTalk "And when I do, I’ll personally help you ditch this beta nonsense and get back on track. Deal?">> <<MCTalk "Hold on. Let’s make this a bit more interesting. If you don’t get her to sleep with you today—not next week, not tomorrow, but today—you owe me $500.">> <alex>Alex</alex> freezes for a moment, processing your words. His cocky grin returns almost immediately. <<AlexTalk "Five hundred bucks? Pocket change, man. You’re on.">> He doesn’t even hesitate, his confidence practically oozing as he spins on his heel and strides toward <clara>Clara</clara>. You step aside and lean against a nearby pillar, pretending to scroll through your phone while keeping a close eye on them. From afar, you can see <alex>Alex</alex> launch into his usual smooth-talking routine. <clara>Clara</clara> looks up, seemingly surprised, but her expression quickly hardens. Her body language is firm, her crossed arms and arched eyebrow screaming disinterest. <alex>Alex</alex> gestures animatedly, likely laying on the charm thicker than ever. He leans closer, but <clara>Clara</clara> steps back slightly, her lips forming a polite but dismissive smile. She shakes her head at something he says, and you catch the faint sound of her laugh—not a flirtatious one, but the kind that says, You’ve got to be kidding me. [[You bite back a grin as you watch the scene unfold.|WednesdayClass][$p=3]] <<elseif $econclass eq 6 and $p eq 3>> <alex>Alex</alex> tries again, pulling out his phone, no doubt to ask for her number, but <clara>Clara</clara> shakes her head once more, waving him off. She turns and walks away, leaving him standing there with his phone still in hand. Your heart soars as <alex>Alex</alex> scratches the back of his neck, his usual swagger noticeably diminished. He looks around, clearly trying to regain some composure, before finally turning back toward you. As he approaches, the smug confidence from earlier has all but evaporated. His pace is slower, his shoulders slightly hunched. You can’t help but let a small, triumphant smirk curl at the corner of your lips. <<MCTalk "So, how’d it go, ‘alpha’?">> <alex>Alex's</alex> jaw tightens, and he scowls, shoving his hands into his pockets. <<AlexTalk "I think she’s got… a boyfriend.">> You raise an eyebrow, barely holding back a chuckle. <<MCTalk "Oh, really? Or maybe she just wasn’t interested in you.">> He glares at you, his frustration evident. <<AlexTalk "Whatever. You got lucky this time. I’m not paying you $500.">> You cross your arms, standing firm. <<MCTalk "A deal’s a deal, Alex. Or do alphas go back on their word now?">> <alex>Alex</alex> groans, pulling out his wallet and peeling off five crisp $100 bills. He slams them into your hand. <<AlexTalk "Enjoy it, beta. Don’t go spending it all on nail polish and panties.">> You grin, slipping the cash into your pocket. <<MCTalk "Thanks for the advice. And the money.">> <alex>Alex</alex> storms off without another word, his pride clearly bruised. You watch him go, feeling an immense sense of satisfaction. <<link [[Leave College|City]]>> <<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $econclass +=1>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $econclass eq 7 and $p eq 1>> Today's economics midterm had you tackling questions such as "Explain how Marxist economic theory critiques capitalism's role in creating class inequality." Your understanding of the material made the test feel straightforward, and you completed it with ease. <stress>Going to class increased your stress a bit.</stress><<set $stress +=5>><<Stress>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/CollegePen.jpg" height=300></div> After your midterm, you walk through the busy corridor, your mind still swirling with thoughts. As you glance around, you notice a girl casually leaning against the wall, deep in thought with a pen between her lips. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/CollegePen2.jpg" height=500></div> For just a second, your mind betrays you. The image of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> flashes, and instead of the pen, you imagine her lips wrapped around his big black cock, her eyes fully open in shock. You shake your head, blinking, trying to clear the sudden rush of arousal and embarrassment that hits you. It’s overwhelming how much his presence lingers in your mind, changing the way you see everything. You shake your head, blinking rapidly, trying to push the intrusive thoughts away. Your cheeks burn as you quicken your pace down the hallway, eager to escape your own mind. But just as you turn a corner, you spot a familiar figure leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed and his ever-present smug grin firmly in place. <<AlexTalk "Hey there, beta.">> It’s <alex>Alex</alex>. Before you can even think about avoiding him, he pushes off the wall and steps into your path. <<AlexTalk "Got a minute? There’s something I gotta show you.">> You hesitate, unsure of what to expect, but eventually nod. <<MCTalk "Uh, sure. What is it?">> <<AlexTalk "Come on.">> He jerks his head toward a quieter, less crowded corner of the building. You follow him, your curiosity piqued despite yourself. As soon as you’re out of earshot of the bustling hallway, <alex>Alex</alex> turns to you, a gleam of self-satisfaction in his eyes. <<AlexTalk "So, about last week.">> [[He leans back against the wall, arms spreading wide like he’s about to deliver the punchline of some grand joke.|WednesdayClass][$p=2]] <<elseif $econclass eq 7 and $p eq 2>> <<AlexTalk "I know you thought I flopped with that Latina chick, but let me tell you, I bounced back.">> You raise an eyebrow, already sensing the brag coming. <<MCTalk "Oh?">> <alex>Alex</alex> smirks, leaning in slightly like he’s sharing some big secret. <<AlexTalk "Yeah. Saturday night. Hooked up with this Latina—way hotter than that skinny girl. Curves for days, man. Absolute goddess.">> He pauses, waiting for your reaction, clearly fishing for validation. <<MCTalk "Wow. Good for you, Alex. Guess you’ve still got it, huh?">> You give a small smile, your tone just light enough to be teasing. You give a teasing smile, about to make another quip, but <alex>Alex</alex> doesn’t wait for it. Instead, he pulls out his phone, his grin widening as he navigates to something. <<AlexTalk "You don’t believe me, do you? Fine. Check this out.">> Before you can protest, he thrusts the phone into your hands. The screen displays a photo—a curvy Latina woman on her knees, her lips wrapped around <alex>Alex's</alex> cock. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Alex7.jpg" height=500></div> His size is unmistakable, the girl chokes on it while still giving it a handjob. And the sheer audacity of him showing you this leaves you momentarily speechless. Your teasing demeanor falters. <<MCTalk "Uhmm… wow…">> <alex>Alex's</alex> grin grows impossibly wider as he takes back his phone. <<AlexTalk "Yeah, told you she was way hotter, didn’t I? And naughty as hell too.">> He pockets his phone, his posture oozing with smugness. You try to regain your composure, but your mind is racing. The image burns into your thoughts, blending with the ones you’ve been struggling to shake—<andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, the sweatpants, the pen. The heat rises in your face again, and you’re unable to form a proper response. <alex>Alex</alex> doesn’t seem to notice your discomfort—or maybe he does, and it just feeds his ego. <<AlexTalk "Anyway, that’s how it’s done, beta. Take notes.">> With a wink, he turns and walks off, his victory over you complete in his mind. You stand there, your thoughts spiraling. The lingering image of <alex>Alex's</alex> huge cock and the Latina woman’s submission refuses to leave your mind. Your heart pounds, and you can’t stop the heat pooling deep inside you. <mc><i>Why can’t I stop thinking about big cocks?</i></mc> The frustration of your own thoughts mixes with arousal, leaving you flustered and restless. It’s not just <alex>Alex's</alex> photo. It’s everything lately—the bathroom, the sweatpants, the constant comparisons in your mind. You swallow hard and quickly walk away, desperate to escape your own swirling emotions. <<link [[Leave College|City]]>> <<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $econclass +=1>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $econclass eq 8 and $p eq 1>> Today’s discussion on labor economics highlighted the concept of "surplus value," where profits in a capitalist system are generated by paying workers less than the value they produce, leading to the accumulation of wealth by the capitalist class. <stress>Going to class increased your stress a bit.</stress><<set $stress +=5>><<Stress>> In the hallway between classes, you check your phone and see a message from <jessica>Jessica</jessica>. <<JessicaTalk "Can’t wait for tonight. I’ve been thinking about it all night yesterday.">> A surge of excitement courses through you, making it hard to focus on anything else. Your mind drifts, imagining her getting ready for <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, her pulse quickening just like yours. Today, you will be opening your relationship with the sexiest couple you ever met. The thrill of what’s to come leaves you breathless. Your steps quicken, eager for the day to unfold, but just as you round the corner, you hear a familiar voice behind you. <<AlexTalk "Hey, $name! Hold up!">> You stop reluctantly, turning to see <alex>Alex</alex> approaching. He looks the same as always—confident, a little smug—but there’s a flicker of hesitation in his expression as his eyes sweep over you. <<AlexTalk "Uh… you good? You look… uh, different this week.">> You force a polite smile, your mind still consumed by thoughts of tonight. <<MCTalk "Hey, Alex. Yeah, I’m good. Just… busy, you know?">> He narrows his eyes slightly, clearly trying to figure you out. <<AlexTalk "Busy, huh? Well, don’t forget to make time for the alpha male advice, beta.">> The word "beta" comes out more awkwardly than usual, and you notice him shift uncomfortably, as if unsure it still applies. You resist the urge to smirk, instead offering a dismissive wave. <<MCTalk "Sure, Alex. I’ll let you know if I need anything. Gotta run, though. See you.">> You pivot before he can respond, your focus already back on <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, on tonight, on him. <alex>Alex</alex> calls after you but his voice fades into the background as you stride away. <<AlexTalk "Hey, wait—">> <<link [[Leave College|City]]>> <<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $econclass +=1>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $econclass eq 9 and $p eq 1>> As you walk to your next class, the crowded hallway feels unusually warm, every step accentuating the cage’s tight grip. You catch snippets of conversations around you, but they’re drowned out by your own racing thoughts. The cage isn’t visible to anyone else, yet it feels like the most obvious thing in the world. You spot a couple laughing together near the lockers, the easy confidence in their gestures starkly contrasting with your own growing sense of helplessness. By the time you reach your class, you’re biting your lip, the frustration nearly boiling over. You sit at your desk, flipping through your notebook as the professor starts their lecture on imperialism. The usual murmurs of late arrivals and shifting seats go unnoticed until you hear a familiar voice apologizing to the professor. <b>"Ah, Alex, glad you could join us."</b> You glance up to see <alex>Alex</alex> walking in, his confident stride faltering slightly when he spots the only open seat—right next to you. He gives a sheepish grin, holding up his notebook as if to silently say, sorry about this. <<AlexTalk "Mind if I squeeze by?">> You nod and start to get up to let him pass, but the narrow space between the rows makes things awkward. As you stand, his hand brushes against your hip, sweeping over your firm bubble butt before either of you realize it. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Alex8.jpg" height=500></div> <<AlexTalk "Oh—uh, sorry!">> Before you can respond, the shuffle continues, and the next moment, his crotch presses against your ass for the briefest second as he tries to maneuver past. The contact is accidental, fleeting, but it sends a jolt through your entire body. <<MCTalk "It’s… fine.">> Your voice is barely above a whisper, and your cheeks are burning. <alex>Alex</alex> mumbles another apology as he quickly takes his seat, avoiding your gaze. You sit down as well, your heart pounding in your chest. The cage feels tighter than ever, the pressure impossible to ignore. Did that really just happen? You glance at <alex>Alex</alex> out of the corner of your eye. He’s scribbling something in his notebook, his face unusually flushed. You try to focus on the lecture, but your thoughts keep drifting back to the accidental touch. Your gaze flickers to <alex>Alex's</alex> lap, remembering the photos he’d shown you before—his cock, massive and thick, the kind of thing that’s impossible to forget. Your cheeks heat up as your eyes trace his thighs, your gaze lingering for a moment too long. Then you notice it—<alex>Alex</alex> is glancing at your legs. His eyes travel up your calves to your thighs, hesitating before quickly darting back to his notebook. Your breath catches in your throat. <mc><i>Is he… checking me out?</i></mc> For a moment, the air between you feels charged, heavy with unspoken tension. You turn back to the front of the room, trying to look composed, but your heart is racing. When you sneak another glance at <alex>Alex</alex>, he’s already looking at you. [[Your eyes meet, and it’s like the world freezes.|WednesdayClass][$p=2]] <<elseif $econclass eq 9 and $p eq 2>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Contacts/Alex Portrait.jpg" height=500></div> Neither of you says a word, but the mutual awareness is undeniable. You quickly look away, your pulse pounding in your ears. The rest of the class passes in a haze, the lecture fading into the background as the memory of his touch—and the way his gaze lingered on you—plays over and over in your mind. Not wanting to have another awkward moment with him, you leave the classroom as soon as the class is over! <stress>Going to class increased your stress a bit.</stress><<set $stress +=5>><<Stress>> <<link [[Leave College|City]]>> <<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $econclass +=1>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $econclass eq 10 and $p eq 1>> In today's lecture on economic crises, you examined how capitalism’s cyclical nature, leads to recurring crises that disproportionately harm the working class while the wealthy benefit from bailouts. <stress>Going to class increased your stress a bit.</stress><<set $stress +=5>><<Stress>> You step out of the classroom, adjusting your bag as you try to shake off the lingering stress of the lecture. The discussion on economic crises still weighs on your mind, but it’s not the only thing making your chest feel tight. <<AlexTalk "Hey, $name.">> You glance up to see <alex>Alex</alex> walking toward you, his usual confident swagger on full display. But when he calls out your old name, something inside you tenses. <<MCTalk "It’s $femname now.">> You cut him off before he can say anything else, your voice firm but steady. <alex>Alex</alex> stops in his tracks, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. <<AlexTalk "Wait, seriously?">> You nod, gripping the strap of your bag tighter. <<MCTalk "Yeah.">> For a moment, <alex>Alex</alex> just stares at you, his gaze flicking over your face, your hair, the subtle makeup you’ve carefully applied. His usual cocky grin falters slightly, replaced by something softer—something you can’t quite place. <<AlexTalk "Huh Well, I gotta say, this whole look? It really fits you.">> He scratches the back of his neck, a small laugh escaping. Your cheeks flush, and you feel a nervous flutter in your chest. <<MCTalk "Thanks.">> But before you can say anything else, <alex>Alex</alex> tilts his head, his grin creeping back. <<AlexTalk "So, you’re really taking this crossdressing thing seriously, huh?">> His tone is teasing, but there’s an edge to it, like he’s testing the waters. Your stomach tightens, but you don’t back down. <<MCTalk "It’s not just crossdressing, Alex. This is… me.">> He blinks, processing your words, but instead of addressing them directly, he smirks. <<AlexTalk "What, you couldn’t get a girlfriend, so you decided to become the girlfriend?">> The comment stings, but you can tell from the way his eyes linger on you that it’s not entirely what it seems. There’s something else there—curiosity, maybe even admiration—but he’s hiding it behind his usual bravado. <<MCTalk "Actually, I do have a girlfriend.">> You counter, lifting your chin slightly. That catches him off guard. <<AlexTalk "Wait, really?">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Alex9.jpg" height=500></div> [[You smirk, pleased with his reaction.|WednesdayClass][$p=2]] <<elseif $econclass eq 10 and $p eq 2>> <<MCTalk "Yeah. And for the record, I don’t buy into all that alpha-beta crap you’re always going on about.">> <alex>Alex</alex> laughs, the sound loud and easy, but there’s a flicker of something in his expression—something conflicted. <<AlexTalk "Well, good for you, I guess.">> As you both step into the yard, a sharp, authoritative voice cuts through the air.<b>"Alex!"</b> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Alex10.jpg" height=500></div> You both turn toward the sound, and your eyes land on a striking couple standing near an ultra-luxury car parked at the curb. The man, tall and broad-shouldered, wears a perfectly tailored suit that screams wealth and power. His commanding presence is matched only by the stunning Latina woman at his side, her figure wrapped in an elegant designer dress adorned with glittering accessories. Even from a distance, they exude a level of sophistication that feels almost otherworldly. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Alex11.jpg" height=600></div> <alex>Alex's</alex> face lights up, his usual cocky grin softening into something more genuine. <<AlexTalk "My parents.">> He glances back at you, his grin widening. <<AlexTalk "Gotta go. See you later, $femname.">> Before you can respond, he jogs toward them, his mom pulling him into a brief hug while his dad claps a hand on his shoulder. You watch from afar, taking in the scene. The way they carry themselves, the gleaming car, the obvious wealth... Thinking of wealth you wonder if <jessica>Jessica</jessica> will be available for your date today or if <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> merger meeting will keep her too occupied... <<link [[Leave College|City]]>> <<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $econclass +=1>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $econclass eq 11 and $p eq 1>> Today’s discussion on socialist economics explored how worker cooperatives and collective ownership of the means of production offer alternatives to capitalism, aiming to distribute wealth and power more equitably. <stress>Going to class increased your stress a bit.</stress><<set $stress +=5>><<Stress>> <<link [[Leave College|City]]>> <<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $econclass +=1>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $econclass eq 12 and $p eq 1>> In today’s class on the "commodification" of basic needs, you discussed how capitalism turns essential services like healthcare, housing, and education into commodities, making access to them dependent on wealth and exacerbating inequality. <stress>Going to class increased your stress a bit.</stress><<set $stress +=5>><<Stress>> <<link [[Leave College|City]]>> <<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $econclass +=1>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $econclass eq 13 and $p eq 1>> Today’s economics class covered the role of neoliberal policies, such as privatization and deregulation, in deepening inequality by prioritizing corporate profits over public welfare, and how these policies disproportionately harm marginalized communities. <stress>Going to class increased your stress a bit.</stress><<set $stress +=5>><<Stress>> <<link [[Leave College|City]]>> <<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $econclass +=1>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $econclass eq 14 and $p eq 1>> <<link [[Leave College|City]]>> <<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $econclass +=1>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $histclass eq 1 and $p eq 1>> In today's history class, you explored the pivotal role social movements played in advancing social justice, workers' rights, and racial equality throughout history. History became your favorite class in the first week for some reason. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/KendraNormal.jpg" height=500></div> Class ends, and you gather your things, still buzzing from the excitement of your first college lecture. Just as you’re about to leave the room, a tall, fit guy with a friendly smile steps up to you. <<MarcusTalk "Hey, pretty teacher, huh? I’m Marcus.">> <<MCTalk "Uhmm, yeah. Nice to meet you, Marcus.">> <<MarcusTalk "Nice to meet you too! I couldn’t help but notice the Legend of Zara badge on your backpack. You’re a fan?">> <<MCTalk "Oh, definitely. I’ve been obsessed with Zara since I was a kid. Zink is basically my hero.">> <<MarcusTalk "Same here! Zink’s the best. I’ve played every game in the series—my favorite is The Lost Temple.">> <<MCTalk "No way, The Lost Temple is amazing! The puzzles in that one are insane.">> <<MarcusTalk "Right? I still can’t believe how long it took me to figure out the Mirror Shard maze. Anyway, I thought it’d be cool to meet another Zara fan. I don’t know many people here yet.">> <mc><i>He’s into Zara too? And he’s actually talking to me? College is already looking pretty great.</i></mc> <<MCTalk "Same here—I don’t really know anyone yet either. I’m glad you said hi.">> <<MarcusTalk "Cool. If you ever want to hang out or talk Zara, let me know. I’ll see you next class, yeah?">> <<MCTalk "Yeah, for sure. See you then, Marcus.">> <<MarcusTalk "Later!">> <<link [[Leave College|City]]>> <<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $histclass +=1>><<set $stress +=5>><<Stress>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $histclass eq 2 and $p eq 1>> The class delved into the New Deal policies of the 1930s, introduced by President Franklin D. Roosevelt, and their significant social and economic reforms, such as Social Security, which laid the groundwork for a more equitable society. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/KendraNormal3.jpg" height=500></div> <stress>Going to class increased your stress a bit.</stress> Class wraps up after an engaging lecture on the New Deal. As you gather your things, you notice <marcus>Marcus</marcus> lingering near the door, sipping from a large coffee cup that looks more empty than full. He grins as you walk by and falls into step with you. <<MarcusTalk "Man, Professor Kendra’s got some serious skills. She makes history sound like she lived through it.">> <<MCTalk "Right? She’s so smooth. The way she tied Social Security to the bigger picture was kind of genius.">> <<MarcusTalk "Not to mention she’s, uh, easy on the eyes, you know what I mean?">> You chuckle, feeling your cheeks warm slightly. <<MCTalk "Yeah, I know exactly what you mean. Definitely makes the class more interesting.">> <marcus>Marcus</marcus> laughs and holds up his oversized coffee cup, giving it a little shake. <<MarcusTalk "This class might be the only thing that gets me out of bed for an 8 a.m., though. I thought this coffee would save me, but it’s already dead.">> <<MCTalk "Yeah, mornings are rough.">> <<MarcusTalk "I might need an IV drip of this stuff to survive the semester.">> He glances down at your bag and smirks. <<MarcusTalk "So, how’s Zara going? Still tearing through the new game?">> <<MCTalk "Oh, yeah. I just got to the Flame Caverns. The Fire Golem boss? Insane.">> <<MarcusTalk "No way, you took that thing on already? It wrecked me the first time. I had to stop and farm for fireproof elixirs before I stood a chance.">> <<MCTalk "Same! It felt like half my inventory was gone by the time I beat it. But the Flame Sword reward? Totally worth it.">> [[Marcus nods enthusiastically|ThursdayClass][$p=2]] <<elseif $histclass eq 2 and $p eq 2>> <<MarcusTalk "Man, that’s what I love about Zara. It makes you earn everything, but when you finally pull it off? Feels so good.">> <<MCTalk "Exactly. It’s why I’ve been hooked since I was a kid. Every time I see Zink pull out the Master Blade, I get chills.">> <marcus>Marcus</marcus> grins, clearly enjoying the conversation. <<MarcusTalk "You know, you’d love playing it on a big screen. I’ve got this massive TV in my place—it makes the whole game feel like a movie.">> <<MCTalk "That sounds amazing. I’ve been stuck playing it on my laptop since I moved here. Definitely not the same vibe.">> <<MarcusTalk "Tell you what, you should come over sometime. We’ll fire it up, swap strategies, maybe tackle a couple of those crazy shrines.">> <<MCTalk "That sounds awesome. I’d be down for that.">> <mc><i>Hanging out, playing Zara on a huge TV? This guy keeps getting cooler.</i></mc> The two of you walk together toward the campus quad, Marcus shifting his backpack higher on his shoulder. <<MarcusTalk "Cool, let’s figure it out soon. Just don’t be surprised when I show off my shrine speedruns.">> <<MCTalk "Speedruns? Oh, man, I’m terrible at those. It took me an hour just to get through the Sunbeam Puzzle.">> <<MarcusTalk "Haha, rookie moves, my friend. I’ll teach you the tricks.">> You both laugh as the conversation winds down. <<MarcusTalk "Anyway, I’ve gotta refuel on coffee before my next class. Catch you later, $name.">> <<MCTalk "Later, Marcus.">> <<link [[Leave College|City]]>> <<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $histclass +=1>><<set $stress +=5>><<Stress>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $histclass eq 3 and $p eq 1>> The study of anti-colonial struggles in the mid-20th century was a focus of today's lesson, highlighting how decolonization challenged colonial powers and aimed to create a more equal world order. <stress>Going to class increased your stress a bit.</stress><<set $stress +=5>><<Stress>> You’re heading down the corridor after another engaging lecture. As you adjust your backpack, you hear the familiar voice of <marcus>Marcus</marcus> behind you. <<MarcusTalk "Yo, $name! Wait up!">> You turn to see <marcus>Marcus</marcus> catching up, his large coffee cup in hand, now definitely empty. <<MCTalk "Hey, Marcus. What’s up?">> <<MarcusTalk "Not much. Anyway, I was thinking—you free? I got the new Zara game running on my setup, and trust me, it’s way better on a big screen. Wanna come over and check it out?">> You hesitate, glancing down at your watch. <<MCTalk "I’d love to, but I was planning on hitting the gym. I’ve been slacking lately.">> <<MarcusTalk "C’mon, man, one hour won’t kill you. Just enough to check out the game, and you can still make it to the gym. You gotta see it in all its glory. It’s not the same on a laptop.">> The thought of playing <jessica>Zara</jessica> on a proper TV setup is tempting, and <marcus>Marcus's</marcus> enthusiasm is infectious. <<MCTalk "Alright, fine. One hour, though.">> <<MarcusTalk "That’s the spirit! Let’s go.">> [[Go to Marcus' place.|ThursdayClass][$p=2]] <<elseif $histclass eq 3 and $p eq 2>> <marcus>Marcus's</marcus> one-room apartment is cozy and surprisingly well-decorated. Vibrant posters of games, anime, and abstract art adorn the walls, giving it a personal yet polished vibe. A large TV takes up a prominent spot in the living room, with a well-loved couch and a gaming setup in front of it. <<MCTalk "Wow, your place is nice. Way better than I expected for a college apartment.">> <<MarcusTalk "Thanks! My mom’s got a thing for interior design, so she helped me set it up before I moved in. She’s like, ‘If you’re living alone, you’re living in style.’">> Marcus sets his empty coffee cup down on the counter and gestures toward a door. <<MarcusTalk "Hey, before we start, come check this out. Got something cool in my room.">> You follow him into his bedroom, which is equally well-organized.<marcus>Marcus</marcus> heads to a wall and points to a framed poster of <jessica>Princess Zara</jessica> dressed in a provocative belly dancer costume. The lingerie looking costume leaves little to the imagination. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Marcus2.jpg" height=500></div> <<MarcusTalk "What do you think? Found it at a convention last year—couldn’t resist. Princess Zara’s looking pretty damn fine here, huh?">> Your cheeks heat up as you take in the suggestive artwork, but you try to play it cool. <<MCTalk "Yeah, uh, it’s definitely… eye-catching.">> <<MarcusTalk "Man, I love this kind of stuff. You ever watch SFM vids? The 3D animations people make? Some of it’s like, next level. Hot as hell.">> You feel a little flustered but nod, not wanting to seem too out of place. <<MCTalk "I mean… yeah, I’ve seen some. People get really creative with that stuff.">> <<MarcusTalk "Right? It’s like, how do they even make it look so real? Anyway, I thought you’d appreciate the poster. Let’s hit the game—Zara waits for no one.">> <<MCTalk "Yeah, let’s do it.">> <marcus>Marcus</marcus> boots up the game while you settle on the couch. His eyes flick to your hands for a moment, and he pauses. <<MarcusTalk "Hey, wait—manicured fingers? Didn’t peg you for the manicure type, $name.">> His tone isn’t teasing, just genuinely curious, and you glance down at your nails, a little self-conscious. <<MCTalk "Oh, yeah. A friend needed a volunteer to practice, so I figured, why not?">> <<MarcusTalk "They don't look bad. Man—it’s a nice touch.">> You can’t help but smile a little at his reaction, feeling a strange sense of pride. The vibrant colors and sweeping landscapes of <jessica>Zara</jessica> fill the screen, and the epic soundtrack blares from <marcus>Marcus's</marcus> soundbar. <<MarcusTalk "See? Told you it’s a whole other experience.">> <<MCTalk "This is insane. The details are incredible. I don’t think my laptop’s ever done this justice.">> The two of you dive into the game, <marcus>Marcus</marcus> showing off his skills while cracking jokes and pointing out secrets he’s already discovered. Despite the earlier awkwardness, you find yourself relaxing, enjoying the game—and <marcus>Marcus's</marcus> company. [[Marcus leans forward from his spot on the couch, his arm brushing yours as he fiddles with a controller setting.|ThursdayClass][$p=3]] <<elseif $histclass eq 3 and $p eq 3>> <<MarcusTalk "Hang on. I think I had the sensitivity set too low. You’ll love the bow aiming once I fix this.">> You nod, a little distracted by his proximity. It’s not uncomfortable, exactly, just… noticeable. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Marcus.jpg" height=500></div> <<MCTalk "Yeah, makes sense. Aiming’s been feeling a little off.">> <marcus>Marcus</marcus> tweaks the settings, his arm lingering against yours longer than necessary. His warmth radiates through the light fabric of your sleeve, and you suddenly feel hyper-aware of how close he is. <<MarcusTalk "Alright, all set. Give it a try now.">> He sits back, flashing you his easy grin, but you’re momentarily caught off guard by how relaxed and natural he seems, like the casual physical contact meant nothing to him. You shake it off, chalking up your reaction to being out of practice with this kind of friendly closeness. You focus back on the game, determined to let the moment slide. As you guide Zink through a treacherous cliffside, <marcus>Marcus</marcus> leans slightly closer again, pointing to a hidden pathway. <<MarcusTalk "See that cave up there? Bet there’s a treasure chest inside. Took me forever to find it the first time.">> You follow his gesture, grateful for the distraction. <<MCTalk "Oh, nice catch. Let’s see if it’s still there.">> The subtle tension eases as the game reclaims your attention. You find yourself laughing at <marcus>Marcus's</marcus> commentary and sharing your own excitement about Zara’s intricate world. Before you know it, your hour is up. You glance at the time and sigh. <<MCTalk "Alright, I really need to head to the gym now. Thanks for letting me check this out—it’s awesome on your setup.">> <<MarcusTalk "Anytime, man. Next time, we’ll do a proper dungeon crawl. You’re welcome here whenever.">> He walks you to the door, leaning casually against the frame as you step out. <<MarcusTalk "Later, $name. And hey, don’t slack too much at the gym. Zara’s gonna need you in top form for those boss fights.">> You laugh, waving as you head off. As you make your way to the gym, your thoughts drift back to the hour spent with <marcus>Marcus</marcus>. Something about his easy confidence, the casual way he invaded your personal space, and the subtle warmth of his touch lingers in your mind. <<link [[Leave|City]]>> <<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $histclass +=1>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $histclass eq 4 and $p eq 1>> The Paris Commune of 1871, a short-lived experiment in socialist governance, was discussed as it sought to address social inequalities and empower the working class. <stress>Going to class increased your stress a bit.</stress> You’re adjusting your backpack and heading toward the gym when <marcus>Marcus</marcus> catches up to you, his now-familiar grin lighting up the corridor. <<MarcusTalk "Hey, $name! You heading to the gym again?">> You glance at him, surprised. <<MCTalk "Yeah, how’d you guess?">> <<MarcusTalk "C’mon, man, you’ve got that determined ‘I’m gonna pump iron’ vibe every Thursday. Mind if I walk with you? It’s kinda on my way.">> <<MCTalk "Sure, why not?">> The two of you step outside, the crisp autumn air refreshing after the stuffy classroom. <marcus>Marcus</marcus> adjusts the strap of his bag and falls into step beside you. <<MarcusTalk "So, gym rat, huh? I’m impressed. I’d never keep that kind of routine going.">> <<MCTalk "It’s less impressive when you’re dragging yourself there. What about you? You’re pretty fit—you work out or something?">> <<MarcusTalk "Not really. I’m more of a weekend warrior. I go mountain climbing.">> You glance at him, a bit surprised. <<MCTalk "Mountain climbing? Seriously?">> <<MarcusTalk "Yup. Got hooked on it back in high school. My dad’s into it, so I started tagging along. Keeps me in shape, and, honestly, there’s nothing like the view from the top.">> <<MCTalk "That’s cool. Guess it explains why you look so lean but still muscular.">> <marcus>Marcus</marcus> smirks, flexing his arm playfully. <<MarcusTalk "Lean and mean, baby.">> You laugh, shaking your head. <<MCTalk "So, did you climb last weekend?">> Marcus shakes his head. <<MarcusTalk "Nah, I skipped. There was a Comic-Con downtown, and there was no way I was missing that.">> Your stomach twists slightly at the mention of Comic-Con. You remember all too well attending with Jessica, dressed in the Legend of Zara Berido outfit. <<MCTalk "Comic-Con? You’re into cosplay?">> <<MarcusTalk "Hell yeah. I’ve been cosplaying for years. It’s so fun to just nerd out, you know? This year, I went as Black Arachnaman. Wanna see?">> Before you can respond, <marcus>Marcus</marcus> pulls out his phone and swipes through his gallery. He stops on a picture of himself in a sleek black Spiderman suit, the mask pulled off to reveal his grinning face. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Marcus3.jpg" height=500></div> <<MCTalk "Wow, that’s awesome. You really pulled it off.">> <<MarcusTalk "Thanks! It was a hit—got a ton of compliments. What about you? Did you check it out?">> Your chest tightens as you think about your own outfit. You shake your head, keeping your tone light. <<MCTalk "Nah, I didn’t make it this year. Maybe next time.">> <<MarcusTalk "Dude, you’d love it. The energy is insane. Plus, there were a bunch of Legend of Zara cosplayers—tons of chicks in skimpy Berido and Zara outfits, running around. You’d love to see them.">> You laugh nervously, adjusting your bag. Your cheeks heat up slightly, but <marcus>Marcus</marcus> doesn’t seem to notice as he slides his phone back into his pocket. <<MarcusTalk "Anyway, I should let you go do your gym thing. Don’t let me distract you from getting shredded.">> <<MCTalk "Thanks. And, uh, thanks for the company.">> <<MarcusTalk "Anytime, man. Catch you later!">> You watch <marcus>Marcus</marcus> walk off, his confident stride matching his laid-back demeanor. As you turn toward the gym, his comment about Legend of Zara cosplayers lingers in your mind. <mc><i>Tons of chicks in skimpy Berido outfits, huh?</i></mc> The words replay in your head, stirring up the memory of Comic-Con. You can still feel the weight of the fabric, the snug fit of the Berido outfit. <mc><i>I actually pulled it off, didn’t I? People complimented me… even asked for pictures. I felt confident. Sexy, even. Like I belonged.</i></mc> Your cheeks heat up again as you recall the way the short skirt swished with every step, the way people’s eyes lingered—not with disdain, but with admiration. For a moment, you’d felt… powerful. <mc><i>But Marcus can’t know. He’d never stop teasing me.</i></mc> <<link [[Leave|City]]>> <<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $histclass +=1>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $histclass eq 5 and $p eq 1>> In today's history class, you discussed the Civil Rights Movement, a powerful social justice movement that emerged in the mid-20th century. This movement successfully challenged racial segregation and discrimination in the United States, emphasizing the importance of equality, civil rights, and social justice. It's a testament to the potential for collective action to bring about progressive social change. <stress>Going to class increased your stress a bit.</stress> <<MarcusTalk "So, what’d you think of class today?">> You shrug, adjusting your bag. <<MCTalk "It was good. The Civil Rights Movement is such an important part of history. It’s amazing how much they accomplished despite everything they were up against.">> <marcus>Marcus</marcus> nods, his expression thoughtful. <<MarcusTalk "Yeah, it really shows what people can do when they work together. It’s inspiring, but also kinda frustrating, you know? Like, thinking about how far we’ve come, but also how far there still is to go.">> <<MCTalk "Totally. Sometimes it feels overwhelming.">> <marcus>Marcus</marcus> tilts his head, giving you a sideways glance. <<MarcusTalk "You were pretty quiet during the discussion, though. I thought you’d have more to say.">> You hesitate, unsure how to explain that you were distracted by everything else on your mind. <<MCTalk "I guess I was just listening. Everyone had really good points, so I didn’t feel like I needed to add much.">> <marcus>Marcus</marcus> smirks, nudging you with his elbow. <<MarcusTalk "Always the humble one, huh?">> As you approach his apartment, <marcus>Marcus</marcus> glances at you. <<MarcusTalk "You sure you’re good on time? Don’t wanna mess up your gym schedule or whatever.">> <<MCTalk "Yeah, I’ve got an hour. As long as I’m out by then, I’ll be fine.">> <<MarcusTalk "Cool, we’ll keep it short. I just gotta show you this strategy I’ve been working on in Legend of Zara—it’s next level.">> [[Arrive at his place.|ThursdayClass][$p=2]] <<elseif $histclass eq 5 and $p eq 2>> The two of you step into <marcus>Marcus's</marcus> apartment, the familiar sight of his gaming setup immediately drawing your attention. He gestures for you to take your usual spot on the couch as he powers on his console. <<MarcusTalk "Man, Professor Kendra was on fire today, huh? She really knows how to break down the material.">> You nod, leaning back into the couch. <<MCTalk "Yeah, she’s a great teacher.">> <marcus>Marcus</marcus> grins, his tone shifting slightly. <<MarcusTalk "And she’s hot as hell. Like, seriously, how is she even real? It’s almost distracting.">> You chuckle awkwardly, unsure how to respond. <<MCTalk "I mean, yeah, I guess she’s...attractive.">> <marcus>Marcus</marcus> raises an eyebrow, his grin widening. <<MarcusTalk "C’mon, dude. You don’t have to play it so cool. You’ve noticed.">> <<MCTalk "Okay, fine. She’s pretty. Can we just play the game now?">> <marcus>Marcus</marcus> laughs, pulling up the game menu. <<MarcusTalk "Alright, alright. But hey, while we’re on the topic..." >> He opens the game but doesn’t select anything right away. Instead, he glances at you with a mischievous look. <<MarcusTalk "Wanna see something?">> You blink, caught off guard by <marcus>Marcus'</marcus> mischievous tone. <<MCTalk "Uh... see what?">> <marcus>Marcus</marcus> smirks, setting his controller aside and leaning back, pulling his phone from his pocket. <<MarcusTalk "Okay, so... remember earlier, when we were talking about Professor Kendra?">> You narrow your eyes, unsure where this is going. <<MCTalk "Yeah, what about her?">> <marcus>Marcus</marcus> grins, lowering his voice like he’s about to share a state secret. <<MarcusTalk "Okay, don’t judge me, but I may or may not have spent a couple of days digging around online, trying to find more about her. You know, for purely academic curiosity.">> You give him a skeptical look. <<MCTalk "Purely academic, huh?">> <<MarcusTalk "Hey, don’t act like you’re not curious too. Anyway, I found her regular account—nothing exciting there. Just boring professor stuff: books, conferences, the occasional motivational quote.">> He pauses for dramatic effect, a sly grin spreading across his face. <<MarcusTalk "But then I hit the jackpot.">> <<MCTalk "The jackpot?">> <marcus>Marcus</marcus> leans in, his voice dropping even lower. <<MarcusTalk "She has an alt-account on Swiftgram. It took some serious sleuthing, but I found it. And dude, it’s... not what you’d expect from our mild-mannered history professor.">> Your curiosity gets the better of you. <<MCTalk "What do you mean? Like, what kind of stuff does she post?">> <marcus>Marcus</marcus> chuckles, unlocking his phone and pulling up his gallery. <<MarcusTalk "Let me just show you. I saved one of her best shots—you’re not ready for this.">> He holds the phone out toward you, and your eyes widen as the image comes into view. It’s a photo of Professor Kendra lounging poolside, wearing a tiny blue bikini. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/KendraSwift.jpeg" height=500></div> <<Arousalincrease 10>><<Arousal>> She’s lying on her stomach on a towel, her head propped up on one arm as she smiles directly at the camera. Her toned, bubble-shaped butt, barely covered by the thong bikini, is the undeniable focus of the shot. Her arms subtly frame her cleavage, giving just a hint of curves without being overtly provocative. You feel your face heat up instantly. <<MCTalk "No way. That’s... that’s her?">> <<MarcusTalk "Yup. I told you, man. She’s hiding a whole different side of herself.">> You can’t take your eyes off the screen. It’s hard to reconcile the stern, professional woman from class with the gorgeous, carefree person in the photo. <<MCTalk "She looks... insanely hot. Like, model-level hot.">> <marcus>Marcus</marcus> grins, clearly enjoying your reaction. <<MarcusTalk "Right? And you know what’s crazy? She posted this on her alt like it’s no big deal. ‘Relaxing after a long semester,’ she captioned it. Bro, I’ve never wanted to be a hotel pool so bad in my life.">> You laugh despite yourself, shaking your head. <<MCTalk "I can’t believe you found this.">> <<MarcusTalk "Hey, dedication pays off. And you’re welcome, by the way. Now you can’t unsee this every time you’re in class.">> You groan, but you can’t stop staring at the photo. <<MCTalk "You’re the worst. But also... thanks, I guess?">> <marcus>Marcus</marcus> smirks as he sees your flustered expression. <<MarcusTalk "Wanna see another one? It’s even hotter.">> You hesitate for a split second, your heart pounding. <<MCTalk "Another one? Uh... yeah, sure.">> <marcus>Marcus</marcus> doesn’t need more encouragement. He unlocks his phone again, swiping through his gallery before pausing on another photo. [[He turns the screen toward you, his grin widening.|ThursdayClass][$p=3]] <<elseif $histclass eq 5 and $p eq 3>> The new image is just as jaw-dropping as the first. Professor Kendra is lying on her stomach on a lounge chair, this time in a pink bikini. The shot focuses entirely on her back: her toned shoulders, sculpted legs, and her perfect, round ass framed by the cheeky bikini bottom. The sunlight glistens on her smooth skin, highlighting every curve. Your jaw drops. <marcus>Marcus</marcus> chuckles. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/KendraSwift2.jpeg" height=500></div> <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> <<MCTalk "Oh my God...">> <<MarcusTalk "Right? I mean, we always knew she was hot, even in her usual pencil skirts and blouses. But this? This is next level. Like, how is she even real?">> You nod, still staring at the photo. <<MCTalk "Yeah, I... I can’t believe it. She’s gorgeous. And those legs... damn.">> <marcus>Marcus</marcus> laughs, nudging you with his elbow. <<MarcusTalk "See? I knew you’d appreciate this.">> You shake your head, trying to keep your cool but failing miserably. <<MCTalk "Man, it’s gonna be impossible to concentrate in her class now.">> <<MarcusTalk "Tell me about it. Every time she walks past, I’m gonna be thinking about this. She’s like a goddess in disguise or something.">> The two of you share a conspiratorial laugh, but the heat rising to your face reminds you you’ve spent enough time here. You glance at the clock on <marcus>Marcus's</marcus> wall and realize you need to leave. <<MCTalk "Alright, I gotta go.">> <marcus>Marcus</marcus> raises an eyebrow. <<MarcusTalk "Already? We haven’t even started the game yet!">> You grab your bag, trying to sound casual. <<MCTalk "Yeah, sorry. I’ve got somewhere to be. Maybe next time.">> <marcus>Marcus</marcus> smirks knowingly. As you step outside, the cool air hits your flushed skin. Your mind is still spinning from what you just saw. Even as you head toward the gym, the images of your professor linger, making it hard to focus on anything else. <<link [[Leave|City]]>> <<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $histclass +=1>><<set $stress +=5>><<Stress>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $histclass eq 6 and $p eq 1>> Today’s class focused on the Russian Revolution of 1917, where workers and peasants overthrew the Tsarist regime, establishing the world’s first 'socialist' state, aiming to dismantle class structures and redistribute wealth. <stress>Going to class increased your stress a bit.</stress> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/CollegeJean3.jpg" height=500></div> After a long day, you head to the campus coffee shop for a caffeine boost. As you drink your coffee, you notice a girl next to you glancing at your tight jeans, her eyes lingering on how they hug your legs and ass. She smiles and asks you where you got them. A college girl endorsing your fashion choice makes you feel better. After finishing your coffee, the pleasant buzz of caffeine starts to lift your spirits. You’re about to pack up and leave when a familiar voice calls out. <<MarcusTalk "Yo, $name! Fancy seeing you here.">> You glance up to see <marcus>Marcus</marcus> weaving through the crowd, balancing a large black coffee in one hand and his phone in the other. He plops down in the chair across from you with his signature grin. <<MCTalk "Hey, Marcus. What’s up?">> <<MarcusTalk "Not much. Needed my caffeine fix after HIST101.">> He takes a long sip of his coffee before setting the cup down and studying you for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly. <<MarcusTalk "Alright, gotta say it. Your hair’s really working for you, dude. The long, brunette look suits you. You’re looking sharp these days.">> You blink, caught off guard by the sudden compliment. Your cheeks feel warm as you fidget with the sleeve of your sweater. <<MCTalk "Uh, thanks? I guess I’ve just been trying out new stuff.">> <marcus>Marcus</marcus> smirks, pointing at you. <<MarcusTalk "No need to play it down. It’s not just the hair. You’ve got those big blue eyes, tight jeans…">> [[You laugh nervously, shaking your head as you look down at your coffee cup, avoiding his gaze.|ThursdayClass][$p=2]] <<elseif $histclass eq 6 and $p eq 2>> <<MCTalk "Yeah, well… my sister Liz would turn heads for sure. She’s got the whole look figured out.">> <marcus>Marcus</marcus> raises an eyebrow, leaning forward with a curious expression. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DayDreamElizabeth2.jpg" height=500></div> <<MarcusTalk "Oh yeah? Didn’t know you had a sister. Older or younger?">> <<MCTalk "Younger by 11 months.">> <<MarcusTalk "Oh, cool. Irish twins, huh? That must’ve been wild growing up.">> <<MCTalk "Yeah, something like that. Really love her, she is overseas for 6 months at a language school.">> <marcus>Marcus</marcus> nods, letting the topic drop as he takes another sip of his coffee. He goes quiet for a moment, his gaze wandering as he leans back in his chair. You notice his eyes briefly flick over you—your hair, your shoulders, down to how your jeans fit. It’s subtle, but enough to make your skin prickle with self-consciousness. <<MCTalk "You’re embarrassing me, dude.">> <marcus>Marcus</marcus> snaps back to attention, his grin sheepish but unapologetic. <<MarcusTalk "Sorry, man, can’t help it. I was just thinking—you know what outfit you could totally pull off? Berido’s look from Legend of Zara.">> Your heart skips a beat at the mention of the outfit. You force a laugh, waving your hand dismissively. <<MCTalk "Yeah, right. Like I’d wear something like that.">> <<MarcusTalk "No, I’m serious! You’ve got the long hair, the slim build... add those big blue eyes and, dude, you’d kill it.">> You feel your cheeks heat up, a mix of embarrassment and something warmer stirring inside you. You try to shrug it off, fiddling with your coffee cup. <<MCTalk "I’d probably look ridiculous.">> <marcus>Marcus</marcus> leans forward, his tone earnest now. <<MarcusTalk "Nah, man. You’d look amazing. I’ve seen so many people try that look, but I bet you’d make it look natural. Trust me.">> You glance away, trying to hide the way his words are making you feel. You know he doesn’t mean anything by it—he’s just being his usual, friendly self—but the compliment still hits differently. Deep down, it feels good. Really good. <<MCTalk "Well, thanks, I guess.">> <<MarcusTalk "Fair enough. But just know, if you ever change your mind, you’ve got my full support. We can even buy you a blonde wig!">> You roll your eyes, but you can’t stop the small smile that tugs at your lips. You glance at <marcus>Marcus</marcus>, who’s sipping his coffee casually, as if he hadn’t just made you rethink everything about your look. The thought creeps into your mind—he’s a hot, nerdy guy, and he checked you out. Maybe it wasn’t entirely serious, but the way he’d talked about you “pulling it off” felt almost… flirty. You shake your head slightly, trying to push the thought aside. It’s <marcus>Marcus</marcus>. Your nerdy, black coffee-loving, game-obsessed friend. But even so, you can’t deny how good it feels to have your friend notice and appreciate this side of you. You glance at your watch, sighing as you push your chair back. <<MCTalk "Alright, I gotta run. Thanks for the coffee chat, Marcus.">> <<MarcusTalk "No problem, man. Or should I say ‘Berido Zink’?">> He grins mischievously, leaning back in his chair. <<MCTalk "Don’t push your luck.">> You laugh, grabbing your bag and slinging it over your shoulder. You wave him off, the lightness in your step unmistakable as you head toward the gym. For all his teasing, <marcus>Marcus</marcus> had done something more than just joke around—he’d given you a little boost of confidence. <<link [[Leave|City]]>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $histclass +=1>><<set $stress +=5>><<Stress>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $histclass eq 7 and $p eq 1>> As Professor Kendra moves down the row, handing out midterm papers, you can’t help but notice how her blouse dips low, revealing a hint of cleavage. When she reaches your desk, she leans in a little more than necessary to place your paper in front of you. Her neckline opens up just enough to give you a clear view of her ample chest. You catch yourself staring for a brief moment, your pulse quickening before she straightens up, completely unfazed, and moves on to the next student. In today's history midterm, you answered questions like "Analyze the significance of the Paris Commune of 1871 in history." Having paid close attention during class, you were well-prepared and breezed through the exam. <stress>Having the midterm increased your stress a bit.</stress> After the midterm, as Professor Kendra bends over her desk to pick up some papers, your breath catches for a moment. Her posture—arched back, hips tilted—sparks something deep inside you. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/CollegeKendra.jpg" height=500></div> Your mind drifts, and before you can stop it, you imagine her in a completely different scene. In your head she’s bending over for <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. The image plays vividly, Kendra bending over as he takes her, just like you saw with <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. The thought sends a rush of heat through your body, and you quickly shake it off, gathering your things and leaving the classroom before it consumes you completely. <mc><i>I need to find a way to get Mr. Brown's cock out of my mind...</i></mc> After finishing your midterm, you find yourself walking through the campus quad, still processing the exam. The warm afternoon breeze helps calm your nerves, but your thoughts remain scattered. Suddenly, your phone buzzes in your pocket. <<MarcusTalk "Yo, $name, wanna decompress? Got the new Final Dream. You in?">> <<MCTalk "Sure, sounds good. Where are you?">> A moment later, your phone pings again. <<MarcusTalk "Meet me by the bike racks. Let’s head to my place.">> Before long, you spot <marcus>Marcus</marcus> leaning casually against the bike rack, his black hoodie slung over one shoulder and his ever-present grin in place. <<MarcusTalk "There you are! Ready for some epic gaming action?">> <<MCTalk "Absolutely. I need a break after that midterm.">> As the two of you walk off campus toward his place, the conversation turns to the exam. <<MarcusTalk "Man, did you see Kendra today? She was really trying to distract us with that blouse. I mean, I’m not complaining, but damn.">> Your cheeks warm at the mention of Professor Kendra. You laugh awkwardly, trying to play it cool. <<MCTalk "Yeah, she was, uh, definitely making an impression.">> Marcus chuckles, his tone light and teasing. <<MarcusTalk "Impression? Bro, she was making a statement. That woman knows exactly what she’s doing.">> You roll your eyes, but a small smile forms on your lips as you both share a laugh. By the time you reach <marcus>Marcus'</marcus> apartment, the tension from earlier in the day has started to fade. Inside, <marcus>Marcus</marcus> kicks off his sneakers and motions for you to make yourself comfortable on the couch. <<MarcusTalk "Alright, let me boot this up. You’re in for a treat. Final Dream is already living up to the hype.">> As he fiddles with the console, the familiar chime of a game loading fills the room. Marcus straightens up and turns to you. <<MarcusTalk "Hot Coffee? I’m making one for myself, so might as well hook you up too.">> <<link[[You don't want hot coffee.|ThursdayClass]]>><<set $p to 2>><<set $thursday7 to 1>><</link>> <<link[[You want hot coffee.|ThursdayClass]]>><<set $p to 2>><<set $thursday7 to 2>><</link>> <<elseif $histclass eq 7 and $p eq 2>> <<if $thursday7 eq 1>> <<MCTalk "Nah, I’m good. But thanks.">> <marcus>Marcus</marcus> shrugs, heading into the kitchen. <<MarcusTalk "Suit yourself. More caffeine for me.">> You hear the clatter of the coffee maker and the faint aroma of brewing coffee wafts into the room. Meanwhile, you pick up the controller and start exploring the game’s main menu, the graphics already blowing you away. <<MarcusTalk "Alright, let’s do this.">> <marcus>Marcus</marcus> reappears with his mug in hand, plopping down on the couch beside you. He grabs his controller, and the two of you dive headfirst into the game. The screen fills with vibrant landscapes and cinematic cutscenes. The controls are smooth, the combat intuitive, and the characters... <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Sifa.jpg" height=500></div> <<MarcusTalk "Damn Sifa! Man, she looks better than ever. Check out that outfit.">> You smirk, rolling your eyes at his enthusiasm. <<MCTalk "You’re such a simp for her, dude.">> <<MarcusTalk "And you’re not? Look at her! The thighs, the attitude… she’s perfection. If she were real, I’d be down bad.">> You smirk, leaning back into the couch. <<MCTalk "Alright, I’ll bite. Do you even have a girlfriend, or is this just projection?">> <marcus>Marcus</marcus> laughs, shaking his head. <<MarcusTalk "Nah, no girlfriend. I’m not about that commitment life right now.">> <<MCTalk "Okay, so... what? You’re just flying solo?">> He sets down his coffee mug, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. <<MarcusTalk "Not exactly. I’ve been using Findr. You know, just swiping around for fun.">> You raise an eyebrow, unsure if he’s serious. <<MCTalk "Wait, are you actually meeting people on that?">> <<MarcusTalk "Hell yeah. The town’s got a lot of lonely older women looking for some action, and I’m here for it.">> You blink, processing what he just said. <<MCTalk "You’re joking, right?">> <<MarcusTalk "Not even a little. Milfs, man. They’re underrated. They know what they want, no games, just good times. You’d be surprised how many are on there.">> Your jaw drops slightly, and you find yourself staring at him, half-expecting him to burst into laughter and admit it’s all a joke. But he doesn’t. <marcus>Marcus</marcus> is dead serious. <<MCTalk "That’s... wow. I don’t even know what to say to that.">> <<elseif $thursday7 eq 2>> <<MCTalk "Sure, I’ll take a cup. Thanks.">> <marcus>Marcus</marcus> nods and heads into the kitchen. <<MarcusTalk "Nice. You’re finally joining the coffee club.">> You hear the clatter of mugs and the hum of the coffee maker as you scroll through the game’s settings, adjusting controls and brightness. A few minutes later, Marcus reappears with two steaming mugs of coffee in his hands. <<MarcusTalk "Here you go. Freshly brewed. Careful, it’s hot.">> He extends a mug toward you, but as you reach for it, your fingers brush against his hand, and the cup tilts precariously. <<MCTalk "Oh crap—!">> The next few seconds are a blur. The coffee spills, splashing onto <marcus>Marcus's</marcus> shirt and dripping onto the floor. <marcus>Marcus</marcus> winces, quickly stepping back to avoid more of the hot liquid. <<MarcusTalk "Damn, man!">> He sets his mug on the table and pulls his shirt up over his head in one smooth motion, tossing it onto a nearby chair. <<MarcusTalk "Good thing it wasn’t too much, but still—hot as hell.">> Your eyes widen as you take in the sight of his now bare torso. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Marcus4.jpg" height=400></div> <marcus>Marcus'</marcus> lean, muscular frame glistens faintly from the coffee spill, his six-pack abs and toned chest standing out. His skin is smooth, his pecs defined, and there’s an effortless confidence in the way he stands there, casually wiping his hands on a napkin. <<MCTalk "S-sorry! I didn’t mean to—">> <<MarcusTalk "Relax, it’s fine. No harm done. Just try not to scald me next time, yeah?">> He grins, grabbing a towel to clean up the small spill on the floor before settling back on the couch—still completely topless. You glance at the screen, trying to refocus on the game, but your gaze keeps drifting back to <marcus>Marcus</marcus>. His bare skin is just... there, right next to you. After a week of obsessive thoughts about <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, seeing <marcus>Marcus</marcus> shirtless feels like gasoline on a flame you’ve been trying to extinguish. Your cheeks heat up as an unbidden rush of arousal courses through you. <<MarcusTalk "Alright, let’s do this.">> <marcus>Marcus</marcus> repositions himself on the couch, still shirtless, grabbing his controller and leaning back casually. The way his muscles shift as he moves keeps catching your eye, but you force yourself to focus on the screen. The game loads up, its vibrant landscapes and cinematic cutscenes drawing you in. The controls are smooth, the combat intuitive, and the characters… <<MarcusTalk "Yo, pause it for a second. Sifa’s in this? Damn, they really went all out on her design. Look at her stance—powerful and sexy.">> You smirk, grateful for the distraction. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Sifa.jpg" height=500></div> <<MCTalk "You’re such a simp for her, dude.">> <<MarcusTalk "And you’re not? Look at her! The outfit, the attitude… she’s got goddess energy. If she were real, I’d be done for.">> You roll your eyes, chuckling. <<MCTalk "Alright, confession time. Do you even have a girlfriend, or are you just living in a world of fantasy waifus?">> <marcus>Marcus</marcus> lets out a laugh, shaking his head. <<MarcusTalk "Nah, no girlfriend. Relationships aren’t really my thing right now.">> <<MCTalk "So… what then? You just out here vibing solo?">> He sets down his controller momentarily, his grin turning mischievous. <<MarcusTalk "Not exactly. I’ve been messing around on Findr. You know, swiping for fun.">> You glance at him, half-curious and half-dreading where this is going. <<MCTalk "Wait, you’re actually meeting people on that?">> <<MarcusTalk "Hell yeah. The town’s packed with milfs, man. They know what they want, and they don’t play games. I’m telling you, it’s the dream.">> Your mind betrays you for a split second, conjuring an image of <marcus>Marcus</marcus> with a mature, curvy woman—his strong hands gripping her hips, that confident grin on his face as he takes control. The thought sends a sudden, hot rush through your body, and you quickly shake your head, trying to dispel it. <<MCTalk "You’ve got to be joking.">> <<MarcusTalk "Dead serious. They’re underrated. Confident, experienced, and way more chill than girls our age.">> Your throat feels dry, and it’s not just from the coffee. The idea of <marcus>Marcus</marcus> in that kind of situation—strong, commanding, and so self-assured—mixed with his shirtless presence right next to you, is making it hard to focus. You blink a few times, hoping he doesn’t notice the slight flush creeping up your neck. <<MCTalk "That’s… wow. I don’t even know what to say to that.">> <</if>> [[Then Marcus shifts the topic slightly.|ThursdayClass][$p=3]] <<elseif $histclass eq 7 and $p eq 3>> <<MarcusTalk "Say I’m a genius and move on.">> He laughs, taking another sip of coffee before turning back to you with a sly look. <<MarcusTalk "Actually, while we’re on the topic, I’ve got another little project going.">> You tilt your head, suddenly curious despite yourself. <<MCTalk "Oh god, do I even want to know?">> <<MarcusTalk "Our hot Professor Kendra? Yeah, I’m talking to her.">> You nearly choke on air. <<MCTalk "Wait, what?">> <<MarcusTalk "Relax, not in class or anything. Remember her alt account on Swiftgram I told you about? We’ve been flirting.">> Your mind reels at the sheer audacity of what he’s saying. <<MCTalk "No way. You’re making this up.">> <<MarcusTalk "I’m not. She doesn’t know it’s me, obviously. But I’m telling you, I’m good at this. If I keep it up, I’ll probably get nudes from her. Maybe even more.">> You stare at him, completely at a loss for words. Part of you wants to laugh, but the other part is struggling to process the idea that <marcus>Marcus</marcus> might actually pull something like that off. <<MCTalk "That’s insane. You’re insane. What if she finds out?">> <<MarcusTalk "She won’t. I’ve got this handled. Trust me, man, I’m like a ghost online. Anonymous profiles are where it’s at.">> <<MCTalk "You’re playing with fire.">> He just grins, clearly enjoying your reaction. <<MarcusTalk "Maybe. But fire’s where the fun is. Besides, it’s all harmless right now. Just some casual flirting for now. But if I keep trying maybe things can escalate.">> You shake your head, trying to make sense of it all. Marcus just leans back, completely at ease, as though this is the most normal conversation in the world. <<MarcusTalk "Don’t look so shocked, dude. Everyone’s got their thing. I’m just... good at finding opportunities.">> You’re not entirely sure how to respond, so you just let out a weak laugh and glance back at the game. [[Focus on the game.|ThursdayClass][$p=4]] <<elseif $histclass eq 7 and $p eq 4>> <<MCTalk "Alright, fine. Let’s just focus on the game before my brain melts.">> <<MarcusTalk "Good call.">> He picks up his controller, his grin still lingering as he settles back into the couch. You grab your own, forcing your attention to the vibrant landscapes and dynamic combat on the screen. For the next hour, the two of you lose yourselves in the game, fighting through hordes of enemies and laughing at each other’s mistakes. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Sifa2.jpg" height=500></div> After what feels like no time at all, you glance at the clock and realize it’s time to go. <<MCTalk "Crap, I’ve got to head out. I’ve got a gym session.">> Marcus sets his controller down, stretching slightly. <<MarcusTalk "Alright, alright. Get those gains, man. Gotta keep up with me somehow.">> You roll your eyes. <<MCTalk "Sure, Marcus. I’ll hit your level of fitness... in my dreams.">> As you grab your bag and head for the door, <marcus>Marcus</marcus> smirks. <<MarcusTalk "Hey, just so you know—if me and Kendra ever hook up, you’ll be the first to hear about it. Maybe I’ll even send you a pic.">> You groan, shaking your head with a laugh. <<MCTalk "You’re impossible.">> <<MarcusTalk "What can I say? I like keeping life interesting.">> The two of you share a laugh, and as you step out of his apartment, you can’t help but feel a lingering warmth—not just from the teasing banter, but from the easy connection you share with him. <<link [[Leave|City]]>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $histclass +=1>><<set $stress +=5>><<Stress>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $histclass eq 8 and $p eq 1>> In today’s lecture, you explored the Cuban Revolution, where Fidel Castro and his comrades successfully overthrew a U.S.-backed dictatorship, replacing it with a "socialist" dictatorship that prioritized land reform, healthcare, and education for all. <stress>Going to class increased your stress a bit.</stress> The hallway buzzes with the usual post-class chatter as you and <marcus>Marcus</marcus> exit the lecture hall together. He’s holding his notebook under one arm, a confident smirk on his face as he glances over at you. <<MarcusTalk "Yo, $name, I’ve been meaning to ask—how are you pulling this off?">> <<MCTalk "Pulling what off?">> you ask, glancing at him as the two of you weave through the crowd. <marcus>Marcus</marcus> motions toward you with a playful grin. <<MarcusTalk "The whole femboy vibe you’ve got going on lately. It’s subtle, but man, it’s there. You ever think about becoming a streamer? There’s, like, a huge market for femboy gamers. You’d make bank.">> Your cheeks flush at his teasing, though you’re not entirely sure if it’s embarrassment or something else. <<MCTalk "I’m not pulling off any ‘vibe,’ Marcus. I’m just… me.">> <<MarcusTalk "Nah, don’t sell yourself short. You’ve got that ‘cute but chill’ energy going on. I’m telling you, the internet would eat that up. Imagine it—$name, the femboy streamer. You’d have donations rolling in within the first five minutes.">> Your flush deepens, and before you can stop yourself, you blurt out, <<MCTalk "If I ever did that, it wouldn’t be $name. It’d be… $femname or something.">> <marcus>Marcus</marcus> raises an eyebrow, his grin widening like a kid who’s just caught someone sneaking cookies. <<MarcusTalk "$femname? Oh, I knew you’d thought about this! You already have a name picked out.">> <<MCTalk "I was joking, Marcus.">> You roll your eyes, but the heat in your cheeks betrays your attempt to downplay it. <<MarcusTalk "Nah, nah, don’t backtrack now. This is gold. $femname, the femboy streamer—your merch would sell out in, like, a day.">> You groan, half-laughing despite yourself. <<MCTalk "You’re impossible.">> <<MarcusTalk "And you’re in denial, but it’s fine. Everyone’s gotta start somewhere.">> He winks as the two of you approach the cafeteria. Inside, the smell of coffee and baked goods fills the air, and the low hum of conversation surrounds you. <marcus>Marcus</marcus> walks ahead toward the coffee counter, turning back to glance at you. <<MarcusTalk "You want a coffee? My treat.">> <<MCTalk "Uh, sure. Thanks.">> <<MarcusTalk "Coming right up, M’lady.">> He tips an imaginary hat, grinning, before stepping up to order. You shake your head, biting back a smile as you take a seat at a nearby table. A few minutes later, <marcus>Marcus</marcus> joins you, setting a steaming cup of coffee in front of you with an exaggerated flourish. <<MarcusTalk "M’lady, your coffee.">> <<MCTalk "I’m starting to think you missed your calling as a court jester.">> <<MarcusTalk "Maybe. But hey, a jester’s job is to make people laugh, and I’m killing it.">> He takes a sip of his own coffee, his grin softening as he looks at you. <<MarcusTalk "Seriously, though, you’re looking good lately.">> You hesitate, caught off guard by the sincerity in his voice. <<MCTalk "Uh… thanks, I guess?">> <<MarcusTalk "Don’t mention it. Just don’t forget me when you’re famous on Streamzone, alright?">> He smirks, leaning back in his chair. <<MCTalk "Oh, trust me, you’ll be the first to get banned from my chat.">> <marcus>Marcus</marcus> leans forward slightly, his voice lowering as his playful grin shifts into something more conspiratorial. <<MarcusTalk "Okay, listen up, $name. Remember what I told you about Professor Kendra?">> [[Your eyebrows raise as you set your coffee down.|ThursdayClass][$p=2]] <<elseif $histclass eq 8 and $p eq 2>> <<MCTalk "Uh, yeah? The whole Swiftgram thing? Please tell me you aren’t getting yourself expelled.">> He chuckles, shaking his head. <<MarcusTalk "Relax, I’m not stupid. But, dude—" >> He glances around to make sure no one’s eavesdropping before leaning in closer. <<MarcusTalk "I think I’m close to scoring. Like… really close.">> You blink, staring at him like he’s just told you aliens landed on campus. <<MCTalk "No way.">> <<MarcusTalk "Way! She sent me a selfie last night.">> His grin returns, but this time it’s sharper, more self-assured. Your jaw drops. <<MCTalk "You’re lying.">> <marcus>Marcus</marcus> pulls his phone from his pocket but keeps it angled away, as if he’s holding a treasure he can’t quite show off yet. <<MarcusTalk "No joke. She was in her underwear, dude. Black lace, posing in front of a mirror. It’s classy, not trashy, but holy shit—she’s a ten.">> Your mind reels as you stare at him, struggling to process what he’s just said. <<MCTalk "Okay, first of all, no way Professor Kendra sent you—or your fake profile—a picture like that. Why would she do that?">> <marcus>Marcus</marcus> shrugs, smirking like he’s holding all the cards. <<MarcusTalk "Because I’m good, $femname. Real good. I’ve been playing the long game—flirting, keeping it subtle but confident. And it’s working. Before the semester’s over, I’m telling you, I’ll be in her panties.">> <<MCTalk "You’re insane. This is insane.">> You shake your head, trying to find some way to poke holes in his story. <<MCTalk "And she sent it to your fake profile? Why would she trust some random online dude enough to send… that?">> <marcus>Marcus</marcus> leans back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest. <<MarcusTalk "People aren’t as careful as you think. She’s probably lonely, bored, or both. I hit the right notes—played into what she wanted to hear. And boom—selfie city.">> <<MCTalk "I still don’t buy it. You’re making this up.">> <marcus>Marcus</marcus> smirks, pulling out his phone and unlocking it with a quick swipe. <<MarcusTalk "Alright, Doubting $femname, let me enlighten you.">> He scrolls through the app, his fingers deftly navigating to his fake Swiftgram profile. The glow of the screen reflects on his face, his grin growing wider as he finds what he’s looking for. He tilts the screen toward you, but only slightly, like he’s letting you peek at something sacred. <<MarcusTalk "See for yourself. Last night’s convo. Tell me this doesn’t scream ‘flirty professor vibes.’">> You lean closer, hesitantly glancing at the phone. The chat is open, and the text bubbles are filled with a surprising amount of banter. <<MCTalk "Oh my god, she’s actually responding?">> You blink, trying to process the string of messages. Kendra’s replies are full of laughing emojis, compliments, and coy remarks. It’s the kind of conversation you’d expect between two people flirting openly, not between a professor and someone she thinks is a stranger online. <marcus>Marcus'</marcus> grin doesn’t falter. <<MarcusTalk "Told you. I’ve got the magic touch.">> Then your eyes catch something else—a photo <marcus>Marcus</marcus> sent her. <<MCTalk "Wait, what’s that? Did you send her a… selfie?">> <marcus>Marcus</marcus> nods, his grin morphing into a cocky smirk. <<MarcusTalk "Yup. Post-gym, fresh outta the locker room. Ladies love a good workout glow.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Marcus5.jpg" height=500></div> He clicks on the image to enlarge it. The photo shows <marcus>Marcus</marcus> shirtless, his chiseled chest and defined abs glistening with a light sheen of sweat. His face is obscured by a sunglasses emoji, but there’s no mistaking the rest of him. You glance around nervously, making sure no one’s paying attention, before reluctantly taking the phone. The chat is undeniably flirtatious, and <marcus>Marcus'</marcus> bold move of sending a shirtless selfie clearly hasn’t backfired. <<MCTalk "This is… I don’t even know what to say.">> [[You shake your head, your fingers frozen as you hover over the screen.|ThursdayClass][$p=3]] <<elseif $histclass eq 8 and $p eq 3>> <marcus>Marcus</marcus> chuckles, leaning back and crossing his arms as he watches you. <<MarcusTalk "Keep scrolling, $femname. The real showstopper’s further down.">> Your eyes betray you as they linger on <marcus>Marcus'</marcus> shirtless selfie for a moment too long. His physique is undeniably impressive—lean, muscular, with abs that could probably grate cheese. You glance up at him briefly, but he’s watching you with a knowing smirk, making your cheeks flush. Before you can stop yourself, your gaze dips lower. <marcus>Marcus</marcus> is leaning back in his chair, his shorts snug against his hips. There’s no obvious bulge, which you note with a flicker of confusion. He must have caught you looking because his smirk deepens. <<MarcusTalk "See something you like, $femname?">> <<MCTalk "Shut up.">> You roll your eyes, feigning disinterest, and scroll further into the chat. And then you see it. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/KendraSelfie.jpeg" height=700></div> Your breath catches in your throat as Kendra’s selfie comes into view. It’s a mirror selfie, taken in what’s clearly her bedroom. She’s wearing a set of black lace lingerie that leaves little to the imagination. Her hand rests provocatively on top of one of her breasts, fingers teasing the edge of the cup. Her lips are slightly parted, her expression sultry. <<MCTalk "No way.">> Your voice is barely above a whisper as your mind scrambles to process what you’re seeing. <marcus>Marcus</marcus> leans forward, his smirk transforming into a full-blown grin. <<MarcusTalk "Told you.">> Before you can examine the photo any longer, he swiftly snatches the phone out of your hands. <<MarcusTalk "Alright, that’s enough drooling for one day.">> <<MCTalk "Drooling? I wasn’t—">> You stop yourself, your face burning as you look away. <marcus>Marcus</marcus> laughs, clearly reveling in your reaction. <<MarcusTalk "Admit it, $femname. I’ve got game.">> He tucks his phone back into his pocket, leaning back smugly. <<MarcusTalk "And before the semester’s over, I’ll prove it. Mark my words.">> <marcus>Marcus</marcus> grins, clearly enjoying the last word. <<MarcusTalk "Hey, if it works out, maybe I’ll give you some pointers. You could land yourself a sugar mommy.">> His comment hangs in the air, and for a brief moment, your mind drifts to <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. The thought of her as your sugar mommy—her teasing smile, her confident, almost commanding presence—sends a shiver down your spine. You shake the idea away quickly, feeling hornier for even entertaining it. <marcus>Marcus</marcus> stands, stretching casually before slinging his bag over his shoulder. <<MarcusTalk "Alright, $femname, I gotta head home. Got some stuff to take care of.">> You nod, realizing you need to get going as well. <<MCTalk "Yeah, I’ve got the gym.">> He flashes you a grin as he steps back. <<MarcusTalk "Don’t skip leg day, and I’ll keep you updated about the professor situation.">> <<MCTalk "You’re seriously impossible.">> <<MarcusTalk "And yet, you keep me around.">> He winks, turning to walk away, leaving you shaking your head with a reluctant smile. <<link [[Leave|City]]>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $histclass +=1>><<set $stress +=5>><<Stress>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $histclass eq 9 and $p eq 1>> As you walk across campus Thursday morning, the regret gnaws at you with every step. The arrangement, <b>the cage</b> it feels like too much, too fast. The cage presses against you as if mocking your doubts, a constant reminder of the control you've surrendered. You glance around, watching carefree students chat and laugh, their freedom in stark contrast to your current reality. A pang of envy twists in your chest. <<set $stress +=5>><<Stress>> The lecture on labor unions drags on, and you find yourself barely paying attention. Your legs shift uncomfortably beneath your desk, the cage pressing against you as a cruel reminder of your frustration. Four days. Four days without a single release. It’s not just the physical discomfort—it’s the constant, gnawing awareness of it. Every little movement seems to make it worse. As the professor wraps up, you pack up your things, eager to escape. You don’t even notice <marcus>Marcus</marcus> until he taps your shoulder. <<MarcusTalk "Hey, you okay? You’ve been kinda quiet all class.">> You glance at him, his friendly face etched with concern. You force a weak smile. <<MCTalk "Yeah, I’m fine. Just… tired, I guess.">> <<MarcusTalk "Tired or stressed?">> He narrows his eyes, clearly not buying it. <<MarcusTalk "C’mon, you’re usually more… I don’t know, alive. What’s going on?">> You hesitate, not sure how to answer. <<MCTalk "It’s nothing. Just… a lot on my mind, that’s all.">> <marcus>Marcus</marcus> frowns but doesn’t push. Instead, he brightens and slings his backpack over one shoulder. <<MarcusTalk "Alright, well, I’ve got a solution. Final Dream. My place. Now.">> <<MCTalk "What?">> <<MarcusTalk "You need a distraction. And what’s better than slaying monsters and leveling up? Plus, I’ve got snacks.">> He grins, nudging your arm playfully. <<MarcusTalk "C’mon, you know you want to.">> You sigh, but his enthusiasm is contagious. <<MCTalk "Alright, fine. But only for a little bit.">> <<MarcusTalk "That’s the spirit. Let’s go.">> The two of you head out of the lecture hall, weaving through the crowded campus. [[The crisp morning air feels refreshing, even if it does little to calm your nerves.|ThursdayClass][$p=2]] <<elseif $histclass eq 9 and $p eq 2>> <<MarcusTalk "So, get this. Kendra sent me another selfie.">> You blink, caught off guard. <<MCTalk "Wait, what?">> <<MarcusTalk "Yeah. It’s, uh, pretty spicy.">> He chuckles, glancing around as if to make sure no one’s listening. <<MarcusTalk "She’s got this whole sexy professor thing down, you know?">> You feel a flicker of curiosity but quickly suppress it. The last thing you need is to get aroused right now—not when the cage already feels like torture. <<MCTalk "That’s… uh, interesting.">> You keep your tone neutral, trying to steer the conversation elsewhere. <<MCTalk "You really think she’s into you?">> <<MarcusTalk "I mean, who wouldn’t be?">> He smirks, clearly joking but also radiating that effortless confidence. <<MarcusTalk "But seriously, I don’t know. She’s cool, though.">> You nod, half-listening as you focus on keeping your steps measured. The cage’s unrelenting pressure makes even walking feel like a challenge. By the time you reach <marcus>Marcus'</marcus> apartment building, you’re grateful for the prospect of sitting down and losing yourself in the game. <marcus>Marcus</marcus> unlocks the door and gestures for you to follow him inside. <<MarcusTalk "Alright, make yourself at home. I’ll grab the controller.">> You step inside, taking in the familiar space. It’s cozy and lived-in, with posters of games and movies covering the walls. The faint scent of coffee lingers in the air, mixing with the warmth of the room. <<MarcusTalk "You want anything? Water? Soda?">> <<MCTalk "Water’s fine, thanks.">> He nods and disappears into the kitchen, leaving you to settle onto the couch. You let out a soft sigh, the relief of sitting momentarily distracting you from everything else. You grab the controller, aiming to be helpful and get the game ready before Marcus comes back. As you press the power button, the TV flickers to life, but instead of the familiar title screen of Final Dream, loud moans erupt from the speakers. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/College/SifaPorn.mp4"/></div> <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> Your eyes widen in horror. On the screen, the unmistakable figure of Sifa—the sexy, buxom protagonist from Final Dream—is on her knees, giving enthusiastic attention to a massive black cock. The explicit scene plays out in vivid detail, leaving no room for ambiguity. <<MCTalk "Oh my god!">> Your heart races as you fumble with the controller, pressing every button in a desperate attempt to make it stop. But nothing works. The scene continues, escalating as Sifa moans louder, her lips gliding up and down the length of the man on screen. [[You’re panicking, your cheeks burning red-hot.|ThursdayClass][$p=3]] <<elseif $histclass eq 9 and $p eq 3>> You glance toward the kitchen, hoping <marcus>Marcus</marcus> hasn’t noticed. But just as you hear his footsteps returning, the video shifts to an even more explicit moment: Sifa straddling the man, her ample chest bouncing in time with her movements. <<MarcusTalk "Oh.">> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/College/SifaPorn2.mp4"/></div> <<Arousalincrease 20>><<Arousal>> You freeze as <marcus>Marcus</marcus> steps into the room, holding two glasses of water. He tilts his head at the TV, then looks at you with an amused smirk. <<MarcusTalk "Well, looks like you found my secret folder.">> <<MCTalk "I—I didn’t! I swear! It just—">> You stammer, scrambling for an explanation, but <marcus>Marcus</marcus> cuts you off with a chuckle. <<MarcusTalk "Relax, dude. It’s not a big deal.">> He sets the glasses down on the coffee table and plops onto the couch next to you, completely unbothered. <<MarcusTalk "So… what do you think? Sifa’s pretty hot, huh?">> You don’t know where to look—at the screen, where Sifa’s riding the man with abandon, or at <marcus>Marcus</marcus>, who’s now sitting casually close to you, his broad frame filling the space. Your cheeks feel like they’re on fire, and the cage only makes everything worse. The tightness, the pressure—it’s unbearable. <<MCTalk "I-I didn’t mean to—">> You can barely form a sentence. Your hands grip the controller so tightly your knuckles turn white. <marcus>Marcus</marcus> glances at you, then back at the screen, his smirk deepening. <<MarcusTalk "You okay? You look… flushed.">> You shake your head quickly, trying to dismiss it. <<MCTalk "I’m fine! Totally fine!">> But you’re not fine. Not at all. The combination of the explicit video, <marcus>Marcus'</marcus> calm demeanor, and your own frustratingly aroused state is too much to handle. The cage feels tighter than ever, each throb reminding you of your predicament. <<MarcusTalk "Huh. You’re not even trying to turn it off anymore. Didn’t think you were into this kinda stuff.">> You bite your lip, your eyes darting back to the screen despite yourself. The size of the cock in the video is impossible to ignore, and it’s not just the video that’s making your mind spin. <marcus>Marcus</marcus> is right there, close enough that his presence feels overwhelming. You glance at him briefly, catching his amused gaze, before looking down at the controller in your hands. <<MCTalk "I didn’t mean to… it just came on, okay?">> <<MarcusTalk "Sure, sure.">> He grins, clearly enjoying your embarrassment. <<MarcusTalk "And hey, you’re blushing so hard I’m starting to think you’re into it more than me.">> [[For the next hour or so, you lose yourself in the game.|ThursdayClass][$p=4]] <<elseif $histclass eq 9 and $p eq 4>> The rhythmic clinking of swords, the dramatic music, and the bright visuals do wonders to distract you from everything else. <marcus>Marcus</marcus> laughs when you miss a dodge during a boss fight, and you retaliate with a playful jab about his overly aggressive leveling-up strategies. The banter is easy and the tightness in your chest eases. The cage is still there, of course, but the stress and arousal have ebbed enough that you can almost pretend it isn’t. Almost. After a while, you check the time on your phone and realize you’re cutting it close for your gym session. You set the controller down with a sigh. <<MCTalk "Alright, I need to get going. Thanks for… you know, distracting me today. I needed it.">><<set $stress -=30>><<Stress>> <<MarcusTalk "Anytime, $femname. You know I’ve got your back.">> He walks you to the door, leaning casually against the frame as you step outside. He gives you a lazy salute as you head down the hallway, feeling lighter than you did when you arrived. The day isn’t over, and there are still challenges ahead, but for now, you feel like you can handle them. <<link [[Leave|City]]>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $histclass +=1>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $histclass eq 10 and $p eq 1>> Your class today discussed the global impact of the Bandung Conference of 1955, where newly independent African and Asian nations united to challenge colonialism and imperialism, advocating for a non-aligned, anti-colonial world order. <stress>Going to class increased your stress a bit.</stress> You step out of Kendra’s classroom, stretching your arms slightly as you try to shake off the lingering tension from the lecture. The discussion on post-colonial unity was interesting, but your mind has been cluttered with far more personal struggles lately. <marcus>Marcus</marcus> walks beside you, hands tucked casually into his pockets, his usual relaxed confidence making it easy to fall into step with him. <<MarcusTalk "Damn, it’s nice out today. Let’s chill for a bit.">> You blink, looking up at the sky. The sun is warm but not overbearing, a soft breeze moving through the trees. <<MCTalk "Where?">> <marcus>Marcus</marcus> gestures toward the open grass in the yard, already stepping ahead as if expecting you to follow. You hesitate for only a second before walking with him, feeling oddly at ease. As you both settle on the grass, <marcus>Marcus</marcus> leans back, resting on his elbows, eyes scanning the students scattered around. Then, with an easy smirk, he turns to you. <<MarcusTalk "So, hottie, how’s your day been?">> Your breath catches. The word lands differently this time—not just a casual tease but something else, something testing. Your cheeks warm, and you look away. <<MCTalk "D-Don’t call me that.">> Marcus chuckles, clearly enjoying your reaction. <<MarcusTalk "Why not? It suits you. I mean, c’mon, you can’t tell me you don’t know how cute you are now.">> You swallow hard, suddenly hyper-aware of how close he is, how effortlessly cool he looks with the sun casting sharp angles on his face. Then, just as you try to compose yourself, he leans in slightly, voice dropping just enough to send a shiver down your spine. <<MarcusTalk "You know, if you keep getting prettier, I might start getting ideas.">> Your breath hitches. He grins, his tone playful, but there’s something beneath it—a hint of something deeper, something that makes your stomach twist in a way you can’t fully process. Before you can figure out how to respond, <marcus>Marcus</marcus> chuckles and leans back again as if he didn’t just send your heart racing. <<MarcusTalk "Anyway. We flirted a lot more with Kendra this week...">> He exhales, smirking. <<MCTalk "Yeah?">> <<MarcusTalk "She still doesn’t know it’s me, obviously. I’m keeping it anonymous, just like she is. But last night? She got bold.">> [[You swallow.|ThursdayClass][$p=2]] <<elseif $histclass eq 10 and $p eq 2>> <<MCTalk "Bold how?">> <<MarcusTalk "She told me she’s a professor in real life.">> Your eyes widen. <<MCTalk "No way. She just admitted that?">> <<MarcusTalk "Yup. Straight-up said it. At first, I played dumb, acted like I didn’t believe her. You know, threw some lines at her—‘A professor? Please, no way a woman this hot spends her days grading essays.’ Stuff like that.">> <<MCTalk "And?">> <<MarcusTalk "And she doubled down. Said she’s the real deal, swore up and down she actually teaches at a university. She didn't say outright Emerald Glen but yeah.">> Your mind races. Kendra is smart—sharp, even. <mc><i>So why would she start letting details slip? Was she just getting comfortable talking to Marcus? Or was she testing him?</i></mc> <<MCTalk "That’s… kinda risky, don’t you think?">> <marcus>Marcus</marcus> just shrugs. <<MarcusTalk "Yeah, but the best part? She sent me this.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/KendraSelfie2.jpg" height=500></div> He tilts his phone toward you, and your breath catches. It’s Kendra. Instead of her usual crisp blouse, she’s wearing only a jacket. And it’s unbuttoned, exposing an insane amount of cleavage. Her full, heavy breasts practically spill out, straining against the open fabric. You swallow hard, heat rushing to your face. <<MCTalk "Marcus—">> <<MarcusTalk "Yeah.">> [[His voice is casual, but there’s a flicker of amusement in his eyes as he watches your reaction.|ThursdayClass][$p=3]] <<elseif $histclass eq 10 and $p eq 3>> <<MarcusTalk "Told you she was getting bold. But she got even bolder. Check this out.">> His smirk deepens as he swipes to the next image. He tilts the phone toward you again, and your breath hitches for a second time. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/KendraSelfie3.jpeg" height=500></div> This one is different—more intimate. Kendra is in her bathtub, completely nude. The angle of the shot is from above, capturing the curve of her toned back, the elegant slope of her waist, and just the upper swell of her perfect, round ass. It’s not explicit, but somehow that makes it even hotter. A glimpse of something forbidden, a hint of what lies beneath. You exhale shakily. <<MCTalk "Holy shit, Marcus.">> He chuckles, clearly pleased with himself. <<MarcusTalk "Yeah. She’s getting comfortable. I didn’t even ask for this—she just sent it.">> You shake your head, still processing. <<MCTalk "I mean… that’s huge. She’s really into you.">> <<MarcusTalk "Mhm. Guess I’ve got that effect on women.">> He stretches lazily, like this is all just a casual game to him. But there’s a spark in his eyes, a thrill behind his relaxed posture. You roll your eyes but can’t deny the progress he’s making. <<MCTalk "Still, why put in all this effort? You could literally have an actual relationship with any freshman girl on campus.">> <marcus>Marcus</marcus> raises an eyebrow, amused. <<MarcusTalk "Oh? ‘Any freshman girl’? What, you think I’m that irresistible?">> Your face heats up. <<MCTalk "I—That’s not what I—">> <<MarcusTalk "Nah, nah, it’s cool. Didn’t know you thought so highly of me, hottie.">> He grins, clearly enjoying your flustered reaction. You open your mouth to protest, but Marcus is already stretching out, exuding effortless confidence. He tilts his head toward you, watching your reaction with a lazy smirk before shifting gears. <<MarcusTalk "Thing is, it’s not like I don’t have options. Plenty of girls on campus wanna hop on this.">> He gestures vaguely at himself, flashing a cocky grin. <<MarcusTalk "Freshman girls? Easy. A lot of them don’t even know what they’re doing yet, just looking for their first taste of a real man. And don’t get me wrong, I like scoring them. But… women like Kendra? Aged like a fine wine? That’s where the real thrill is.">> [[You blink, momentarily caught off guard.|ThursdayClass][$p=4]] <<elseif $histclass eq 10 and $p eq 4>> <<MCTalk "That’s… kinda weird, dude.">> <marcus>Marcus</marcus> raises an eyebrow. <<MarcusTalk "Oh yeah?">> You hesitate, then glance away, your thoughts drifting somewhere else—someone else. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. Her perfect body, her dominance, her intoxicating presence that makes your knees weak. She’s older than you but that’s part of what makes her irresistible. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DayDreamAlexandra3.jpg" height=500></div> You swallow. <<MCTalk "…Okay, maybe I get it.">> <<MarcusTalk "Thought so. There’s just something about a woman who knows exactly what she wants, right?">> You nod absentmindedly, your mind still lingering on your own desires. Marcus stretches his arms behind his head, letting out a satisfied sigh. <<MarcusTalk "Well, this has been fun. But I gotta bounce.">> You blink, pulled from your thoughts. <<MCTalk "Huh? Where are you going?">> <<MarcusTalk "Got a thing to take care of. Catch you later, hottie.">> He tosses the nickname out so casually, but the teasing lilt in his voice lingers as he walks away. You sit there for a moment, staring after him, your mind still buzzing from everything—the conversation, the teasing, the way your body reacted to it all. You shake your head, exhaling sharply. <<MCTalk "Damn it, Marcus…">> With your thoughts still tangled, you finally push yourself up, dusting yourself off. The gym awaits, and maybe a good workout will help clear your head. <<link [[Leave|City]]>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $histclass +=1>><<set $stress +=5>><<Stress>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $histclass eq 11 and $p eq 1>> Today’s discussion highlighted the Zapatista uprising in Mexico in 1994, a movement led by Indigenous people against neoliberal policies and corporate land grabs, calling for land rights, autonomy, and social justice for marginalized communities. <stress>Going to class increased your stress a bit.</stress> <<link [[Leave|City]]>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $histclass +=1>><<set $stress +=5>><<Stress>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $histclass eq 12 and $p eq 1>> In today’s class, you examined the rise of feminist movements in the 20th century, which challenged patriarchal structures and advocated for women’s rights, gender equality, and reproductive rights, influencing global social change. <stress>Going to class increased your stress a bit.</stress> <<link [[Leave|City]]>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $histclass +=1>><<set $stress +=5>><<Stress>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $histclass eq 13 and $p eq 1>> Today’s lesson explored the fall of apartheid in South Africa, a system of institutionalized racial segregation, and how the African National Congress, led by Nelson Mandela, along with global solidarity movements, helped dismantle this oppressive regime to establish a more equitable society. <stress>Going to class increased your stress a bit.</stress> <<link [[Leave|City]]>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $histclass +=1>><<set $stress +=5>><<Stress>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <<elseif $histclass eq 14 and $p eq 1>> <<link [[Leave|City]]>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $histclass +=1>><<set $stress +=5>><<Stress>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <</if>>

<div style="text-align:center"> <table style="width:100%"> [[Return to the Mall|Mall][$AA = "Necklace"]] </table> <table style="width:100%"> <tr> <td>[[Buy Necklace|Aurora Adornments][$AA = "Necklace"]]</td> <td>[[Buy Bracelet|Aurora Adornments][$AA = "Bracelet"]]</td> </tr> <tr> <td>[[Buy Ring|Aurora Adornments][$AA = "Ring"]]</td> <td>[[Buy Anklet|Aurora Adornments][$AA = "Anklet"]]</td> </tr> </table> </div> <<if $AA eq "Necklace">> <table style="width:100%"> <<for _a = 0; _a < $AAinv.length; _a++>> <<if $AAinv[_a].slot == "necklace">> <tr> <td style="text-align:center"> <<ClothesImage $AAinv[_a].imgname 200>><</ClothesImage>> </td> <td> <b>Name:</b> <<print $AAinv[_a].name>><br> <b>Description:</b> <<print $AAinv[_a].description>><br> <b><fem>Femininity Req:</fem></b> <<print $AAinv[_a].fem>><br> <br> <money><b>Price:</b> <<print $AAinv[_a].price>></money><br> <<capture _a>><b>Actions:</b> <<if $money < $AAinv[_a].price>> You cannot afford this item! <<elseif $femininity < $AAinv[_a].fem>> This is too feminine for you, why would you buy it? <<else>> <<link [[Buy|Aurora Adornments]]>><<set $accessoryinv.push($AAinv[_a])>><<set $money = $money - $AAinv[_a].price>><<set $AAinv.splice(_a, 1)>> Buy <</link>> <</if>> <</capture>> </td> </tr> <</if>> <</for>> </table> <<elseif $AA eq "Bracelet">> <table style="width:100%"> <<for _a = 0; _a < $AAinv.length; _a++>> <<if $AAinv[_a].slot == "bracelet">> <tr> <td style="text-align:center"> <<ClothesImage $AAinv[_a].imgname 200>><</ClothesImage>> </td> <td> <b>Name:</b> <<print $AAinv[_a].name>><br> <b>Description:</b> <<print $AAinv[_a].description>><br> <b><fem>Femininity Req:</fem></b> <<print $AAinv[_a].fem>><br> <br> <money><b>Price:</b> <<print $AAinv[_a].price>></money><br> <<capture _a>><b>Actions:</b> <<if $money < $AAinv[_a].price>> You cannot afford this item! <<elseif $femininity < $AAinv[_a].fem>> This is too feminine for you, why would you buy it? <<else>> <<link [[Buy|Aurora Adornments]]>><<set $accessoryinv.push($AAinv[_a])>><<set $money = $money - $AAinv[_a].price>><<set $AAinv.splice(_a, 1)>> Buy <</link>> <</if>> <</capture>> </td> </tr> <</if>> <</for>> </table> <<elseif $AA eq "Ring">> <table style="width:100%"> <<for _a = 0; _a < $AAinv.length; _a++>> <<if $AAinv[_a].slot == "ring">> <tr> <td style="text-align:center"> <<ClothesImage $AAinv[_a].imgname 200>><</ClothesImage>> </td> <td> <b>Name:</b> <<print $AAinv[_a].name>><br> <b>Description:</b> <<print $AAinv[_a].description>><br> <b><fem>Femininity Req:</fem></b> <<print $AAinv[_a].fem>><br> <br> <money><b>Price:</b> <<print $AAinv[_a].price>></money><br> <<capture _a>><b>Actions:</b> <<if $money < $AAinv[_a].price>> You cannot afford this item! <<elseif $femininity < $AAinv[_a].fem>> This is too feminine for you, why would you buy it? <<else>> <<link [[Buy|Aurora Adornments]]>><<set $accessoryinv.push($AAinv[_a])>><<set $money = $money - $AAinv[_a].price>><<set $AAinv.splice(_a, 1)>> Buy <</link>> <</if>> <</capture>> </td> </tr> <</if>> <</for>> </table> <<elseif $AA eq "Anklet">> <table style="width:100%"> <<for _a = 0; _a < $AAinv.length; _a++>> <<if $AAinv[_a].slot == "anklet">> <tr> <td style="text-align:center"> <<ClothesImage $AAinv[_a].imgname 200>><</ClothesImage>> </td> <td> <b>Name:</b> <<print $AAinv[_a].name>><br> <b>Description:</b> <<print $AAinv[_a].description>><br> <b><fem>Femininity Req:</fem></b> <<print $AAinv[_a].fem>><br> <br> <money><b>Price:</b> <<print $AAinv[_a].price>></money><br> <<capture _a>><b>Actions:</b> <<if $money < $AAinv[_a].price>> You cannot afford this item! <<elseif $femininity < $AAinv[_a].fem>> This is too feminine for you, why would you buy it? <<else>> <<link [[Buy|Aurora Adornments]]>><<set $accessoryinv.push($AAinv[_a])>><<set $money = $money - $AAinv[_a].price>><<set $AAinv.splice(_a, 1)>> Buy <</link>> <</if>> <</capture>> </td> </tr> <</if>> <</for>> </table> <</if>> <div style="text-align:center"> <table style="width:100%"> [[Return to the Mall|Mall][$AA = "Necklace"]] </table> </div>

<<if $p eq 1>> The warm, ambient glow of the restaurant's lighting sets a cozy, intimate mood as you step inside, your eyes scanning the room nervously. When your gaze lands on <jessica>Jessica</jessica>, your breath catches. She’s at a table near the window, her simple white dress perfectly accentuating her natural beauty. The fabric clings gently to her figure, the soft, clean elegance of her look making her seem almost angelic. Her hair falls over her shoulders in loose waves, and when she notices you, her face lights up with a smile that sends a flutter through your chest. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date84.jpg" height=500></div> You walk over to the table, trying to stay composed despite the way she’s looking at you. She stands to greet you, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your cheek before sitting back down. <<JessicaTalk "You look nice tonight. Thanks for coming, sweetie.">> Her voice is soft, warm, and genuine, and you feel yourself relax as you take your seat across from her. <<MCTalk "You look amazing. That dress is… wow.">> The words come out before you can stop them, and Jessica laughs lightly, a rosy tint blooming on her cheeks. <<JessicaTalk "I figured I’d make an effort tonight. I owe you that much.">> She pauses, fiddling with her silverware for a moment before meeting your gaze, her expression sincere. <<JessicaTalk "I just wanted to say I’m sorry for skipping our Wednesday date.">> You shake your head quickly, feeling a little flustered by her apology. <<MCTalk "It’s okay, really. I mean, I get it… you had… stuff going on.">> Her lips curve into a small, knowing smile, but she doesn’t press the topic. Instead, she leans forward, resting her chin on her hand as she studies you with a soft, affectionate look. <<JessicaTalk "Still, tonight is about us. I want to make it up to you.">> The conversation flows easily after that. You talk about work, little jokes about your days, and even the restaurant itself. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> makes a few comments about the decor, her playful remarks keeping the mood light. When the food arrives, it’s simple but delicious, and you find yourself genuinely enjoying the moment with her. As you both finish your entrees, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> glances at the menu again and flashes you a grin. <<JessicaTalk "I think we deserve dessert tonight. What do you say? My treat, of course.">> <<MCTalk "I can’t say no to that.">> [[She orders for both of you—a decadent chocolate cake for herself and a fruit tart for you.|JessicaDate19][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> When the desserts arrive, <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> playful energy returns, and she leans in as she takes a slow bite of her cake, making exaggerated noises of delight. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date85.jpg" height=400></div> <<JessicaTalk "Mmm, this is so good. You’ve got to try a bite.">> She holds her fork out to you, and you lean forward, letting her feed you a small piece. The gesture feels oddly intimate, and you feel a flush creeping up your neck. <<MCTalk "Oh, by the way, something... uh, interesting happened this morning.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> raises an eyebrow, swirling her fork through the last bit of chocolate on her plate. <<JessicaTalk "Oh? Do tell.">> You shift slightly in your seat, feeling the blush from earlier still lingering. <<MCTalk "I went to the mall to buy new panties, and, well... some of the girls from the photo club were there.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> smirks, immediately catching on. <<JessicaTalk "Your sexy little friends? The ones I saw in bikinis at the beach?">> You nod, your voice a little hesitant. <<MCTalk "Yeah... them. And, uh, when I was trying on a pair, they kind of... saw the cage.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> doesn’t react with shock or jealousy. Instead, she pops another bite of cake into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully. <<JessicaTalk "I see. And?">> You exhale, relieved at her calmness. <<MCTalk "Well, they were obviously curious. So I told them I have a keyholder. And I told them it was you.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> finally gives a real reaction—a slow, satisfied grin spreading across her lips. <<JessicaTalk "Smart girl. Good thinking, not mentioning Ma'am or Sir. NDA and all.">> <<MCTalk "Yeah, exactly. I figured you’d be okay with it.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> taps her fork against her plate, considering something. She leans forward and whispers. <<JessicaTalk "And what do my new fans think about me holding the key to your little clit?">> You chuckle nervously. <<MCTalk "They seemed... fascinated. Oh, and they want to meet you. Jia and Liya want to go on a double date with us.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> raises an eyebrow again, but this time, there’s clear joy in her gaze. <<JessicaTalk "Really? They want to get to know me?">> <<MCTalk "Yeah. They’re curious about us.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> smirks, swirling the last bit of her drink before finishing it. <<JessicaTalk "Hmm. I suppose we can make time for them. Could be fun. And besides, I wouldn’t mind seeing just how much they adore you.">> <<if $jiamall10lick eq 1>> [[Confess you did something more with Liya.|JessicaDate19][$p=3]] <<else>> [[As you’re finishing your tart, you feel something brush against your leg under the table.|JessicaDate19][$p=4]] <</if>> <<elseif $p eq 3>> You hesitate for a moment, swirling your spoon in the remnants of your tart, your heart beating a little faster. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> notices the shift in your expression and tilts her head slightly, curious. <<JessicaTalk "There’s more, isn’t there?">> You swallow, suddenly feeling nervous. <<MCTalk "Uh… yeah. There’s… something else that happened.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> sets her fork down and leans forward slightly, her gaze steady. <<JessicaTalk "Go on.">> You take a deep breath, gathering your thoughts. <<MCTalk "Well… back at their place, we were playing truth or dare, and, uh… I kinda… played with Liya’s boobs. Might have licked them...">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/Dream/DayDreamLiya.jpg" height=500></div> <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> eyebrows lift slightly, but she doesn’t look shocked. If anything, she looks intrigued. She taps her fingers against the table. <<JessicaTalk "Liya... She’s the busty one, right?">> You nod, shifting uncomfortably. <<MCTalk "Yeah. She was topless, and it was part of a dare.">> <<JessicaTalk "I see.">> Your stomach twists with uncertainty. <<MCTalk "Are you mad?">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> shakes her head, her expression remaining cool. <<JessicaTalk "No. Why would I be? We’re in an open relationship, babe.">> She leans back in her chair, a teasing glint in her eye. <<JessicaTalk "Besides, I kinda like the idea of you getting to play on the side—especially with a hot girl like Liya. But I'm glad you told me.">> You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, relief washing over you. <<MCTalk "Really?">> <<JessicaTalk "Really. But now you’ve got me curious… Did you enjoy it?">> You blush, unsure how to answer. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> just smirks, clearly enjoying your flustered reaction. <<JessicaTalk "Don’t worry. It is hot you enjoyed it this much.">> Your face burns hotter, but the tension is gone. You feel lighter, reassured by her confidence and playful teasing. [[As you’re finishing your tart, you feel something brush against your leg under the table.|JessicaDate19][$p=4]] <<elseif $p eq 4>> As you’re finishing your tart, you feel something brush against your leg under the table. You glance down, realizing it’s <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> foot, sliding up and down your calf with deliberate slowness. Your eyes dart back to hers, and she’s smirking, her expression equal parts teasing and inviting. <<JessicaTalk "You’re cute when you blush, you know that?">> <<MCTalk "I… uh, thanks.">> She leans in a little closer, her voice dropping to a softer, more suggestive tone. <<JessicaTalk "I’ve been thinking about what we’ll do once we get back to my place. Dessert was good, but I think the real treat is waiting for us there.">> Her words send a jolt of anticipation through you, and you find yourself struggling to focus as she sits back, her foot still teasing your leg beneath the table. When the bill comes, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> pays without hesitation, flashing you a wink as she hands the card to the waiter. <<JessicaTalk "Alright, sweetheart. Let’s head out. We’ve got the whole night ahead of us.">> [[You follow her out of the restaurant, your heart racing as you anticipate what’s to come.|JessicaDate19][$p=5]] <<elseif $p eq 5>> The soft glow of the dimly lit living room creates a cozy atmosphere as you step inside <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> apartment. The faint scent of vanilla lingers in the air, and the gentle hum of the heater fills the quiet space. You glance around, noting the absence of her roommate, <gianna>Gianna</gianna>. It’s just the two of you tonight. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> sets her purse down on the counter and turns to you with a warm smile. <<JessicaTalk "Looks like we’ve got the place to ourselves. Come on, let’s sit.">> She takes your hand, leading you to the plush sofa in the living room. You both settle in, the cushions sinking beneath you as you sit side by side. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> leans against you, her head resting lightly on your shoulder for a moment before she lifts it, her eyes sparkling with mischief. <<JessicaTalk "You know, I missed you this week.">> Her words send a pleasant warmth through your chest, and before you can respond, she leans in to press a soft kiss to your cheek. <<MCTalk "I missed you too.">> <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> kisses move lower, trailing down your jawline to your neck, her lips brushing your skin with deliberate tenderness. Her hands rest on your shoulders, grounding you in the moment as her kisses deepen. Your breath hitches, your body responding to her closeness despite the cage keeping you confined. <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaDate18.mp4"/></div> Moments later, she’s straddling you, her legs on either side of yours as she faces you with a playful smile. She leans in again, capturing your lips in a kiss that’s both soft and passionate. Your hands find her waist, hesitantly at first, but she responds by pressing herself closer, silently encouraging you. The kiss grows deeper, more fervent, as her hands explore—running through your hair, brushing against your shoulders, and tracing gentle patterns on your back. You follow suit, your hands moving cautiously along her sides, the fabric of her dress soft beneath your fingers. The world outside seems to fade away as you lose yourself in her. The dim light casts gentle shadows across her face, making her look almost ethereal. [[Her lips leave yours, trailing down your neck again, but this time her breath lingers.|JessicaDate19][$p=6]] <<elseif $p eq 6>> <<JessicaTalk "Did you get a release this week, baby?">> The question catches you off guard, and you feel your face flush as you nod, answering quietly. <<MCTalk "Yeah… Alexandra let me… last night. After a week in the cage.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> pulls back slightly, her face lighting up with a big, genuine smile. <<JessicaTalk "Good for you, baby! You deserved it.">> Her hands cup your face, her thumbs brushing your cheeks affectionately. She looks at you with such warmth that your heart feels like it might burst. <<JessicaTalk "But you know what? I think we can make tonight even more fun. What do you say? Want to join me in my room?">> Her playful tone and the teasing glint in her eye leave no room for hesitation. You nod eagerly, your heart racing with anticipation. <<MCTalk "I’d love that.">> She stands, taking your hand to pull you up from the sofa. Hand in hand, she leads you down the hall to her bedroom, the promise of an intimate and teasing night filling the air between you. The soft glow of <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> bedside lamp bathes the room in a warm light as the two of you settle onto her bed. The air is thick with anticipation, but for now, you both remain clothed. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> lies on her side, propped up on her elbow, her hair falling loosely over her shoulders. She leans in to kiss you again, her lips soft and inviting. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date86.jpg" height=500></div> You return the kiss, your hands tentatively resting on her hips, your breathing already shallow from the intimacy of the moment. Her scent, her warmth, her presence—all of it overwhelms you in the best way possible. Breaking the kiss, you glance at her, your voice barely above a whisper. <<MCTalk "Jessica… can I ask you something?">> She raises an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. <<JessicaTalk "Of course, baby. What’s on your mind?">> You hesitate, your cheeks heating as you summon the courage to speak. <<MCTalk "After… after you sent me those pictures. What… what happened with you and Mr. Brown?">> <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> smile widens, and she lets out a soft chuckle, her fingers lightly tracing circles on your chest. <<JessicaTalk "You really are such a good little cuck, aren’t you? Always so curious about what I do when I’m with him.">> Her words send a shiver down your spine, and you squirm slightly beneath her teasing gaze, your chastity cage pressing uncomfortably against you. <<MCTalk "I… I just want to know, that’s all.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> laughs softly, leaning in to kiss your cheek before pulling back to look into your eyes. <<JessicaTalk "Alright, I’ll tell you. But don’t get too horny, okay?">> [[You nod quickly, eager to hear her story, the mix of emotions swirling inside you.|JessicaDate19][$p=7]] <<elseif $p eq 7>> <<JessicaTalk "After I sent you those photos, I was still so worked up. I couldn’t stop thinking about him, about how good he made me feel. So, I begged him, baby. I begged him to have sex with me right there.">> Her voice takes on a sultry tone, and you can feel your heart pounding in your chest. <<JessicaTalk "But Daddy… he said no. He told me it wasn’t time yet. That I needed to wait.">> You blink in surprise, the thought of <jessica>Jessica</jessica> begging for him making you feel both aroused and humbled, even though it isn't for the first time. <<JessicaTalk "Mm-hmm. But he didn’t leave me hanging. He’s a gentleman like that. Instead, he said he’d make it up to me. And oh, did he ever.">> Her fingers trail down your arm as she continues, her tone dripping with teasing pleasure. <<JessicaTalk "He pushed me back onto the bed in the royal suite, and he went down on me. He used his fingers too, baby—he knows exactly how to touch me. I couldn’t hold back. I squirted so hard, I thought I was going to pass out.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date87.jpg" height=300></div> Her words paint vivid pictures in your mind, and you squirm again, the cage making your arousal even more frustratingly obvious. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> notices, of course, and her smile turns wicked. <<JessicaTalk "Poor baby. Does that make you so aroused? Knowing how much he pleasured me?">> You bite your lip, nodding slightly, unable to meet her eyes. <<JessicaTalk "You’d have loved seeing it, though. I know you would. He had me trembling, and when he was done, he just pulled me close, and we fell asleep together. Naked, in the royal bed.">> The teasing lilt in her voice drives you wild, and you let out a shaky breath, unable to stop yourself from shifting uncomfortably on the bed. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> leans in, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers. <<JessicaTalk "You really are the perfect little cuck, aren’t you?">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> shifts her position on the bed, her hands moving to your top as she begins to undress you. <<JessicaTalk "Let’s get you out of these clothes, baby. I want to see you.">> Then, with a playful tug, she eases the panties down your legs, leaving you completely bare except for the pink chastity cage snugly holding you in place. [[Jessica sits back for a moment, taking in the sight of you.|JessicaDate19][$p=8]] <<elseif $p eq 8>> <<JessicaTalk "Look at my pretty little thing. All locked up and so ready for me.">> Her words send a rush of heat through you, and you can’t help but squirm under her gaze. She stands, slipping off her dress in one graceful motion, leaving her in a green lace panty that hugs her curves perfectly. <<JessicaTalk "Now, let’s even the playing field a little.">> She straddles you again, her panty brushing against your caged clit as she settles on top of you. Her warmth and closeness make your heart race. <<JessicaTalk "There we go. Just you and me, baby.">> Her hands trail over your chest as she leans in, her lips finding yours in another deep, lingering kiss. You’re completely at her mercy, and the feeling is both intoxicating and exhilarating. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/MCPhoto7.jpg" height=500></div> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> shifts slightly on top of you, her green lace panty brushing against the sensitive cage around your clit, sending electric tingles through your body. Her lips trail kisses along your jawline as she settles comfortably on your lap, her warmth pressing into you in a way that leaves you breathless. <<JessicaTalk "You know, baby… this reminds me of the morning after at the hotel with Mr. Brown.">> Her voice is soft but teasing, and you can feel her grin as she whispers against your skin. <<MCTalk "Oh? What… what happened the next morning?">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> leans back slightly, her hands resting on your chest as her hips shift, the motion making your caged clit ache with arousal. Her eyes sparkle with excitement as she begins her story. <<JessicaTalk "I woke up before him, and he was just lying there, so calm and confident. I couldn’t help myself, baby. I sat on top of him, just like this.">> She gives a subtle grind of her hips against you, and your breath hitches at the sensation. <<JessicaTalk "And I took my time, you know? Feeling him under me, sizing him up. His big, thick, dark cock was right there, so heavy and perfect.">> Her words send a rush of heat through your body, and you squirm beneath her, the cage only heightening your frustration. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> notices, of course, and her mischievous smile deepens. <<JessicaTalk "I begged him again, baby. I wanted him so badly. But he still said no. He told me it wasn’t time yet, but…">> Her voice drops to a sultry whisper as she leans closer. <<JessicaTalk "He promised me it’s going to happen very soon. Very soon, I’ll have the privilege of being with him. And you know what? I think next Friday might be the night he finally deflowers me.">> [[The word "deflower" lingers in the air, and while her excitement is contagious, you feel a pang of confusion.|JessicaDate19][$p=9]] <<elseif $p eq 9>> <<MCTalk "Wait… deflower? But… we’ve already had sex. You’re not a virgin.">> <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> grin widens into a mischievous smirk, and she tilts her head, her fingers tracing lazy circles on your chest. <<JessicaTalk "Oh, baby, you’re adorable.">> Her voice is laced with amusement, and she leans in to kiss the tip of your nose before continuing. <<JessicaTalk "What we had was sweet and nice, but Daddy? That’s going to be something entirely different.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> shifts slightly on top of you, the movement making your caged clit throb with frustration. Her fingers trace light patterns on your chest as her mischievous grin grows. <<JessicaTalk "You know, baby, when you think about it… Daddy is going to be my first.">> You blink in confusion, her words throwing you off for a moment. <<MCTalk "What do you mean? We’ve already… you’re not a virgin.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> lets out a soft, amused laugh, leaning in close so her breath tickles your ear. <<JessicaTalk "Oh, sweetheart, I mean my first real cock.">> Her words hit you like a jolt, and you feel your cheeks flush hot with a mix of arousal and embarrassment. She sits up straighter, placing her hands on your chest to steady herself, her gaze locked on yours. <<JessicaTalk "You’ve got your cute little four inches, but Daddy? He’s thick, baby. And he’s huge. Over ten inches of pure, delicious manhood.">> Your breath catches as her teasing words sink in, and you squirm slightly beneath her. <<JessicaTalk "Technically, that makes him my first, doesn’t it? First for more inches… first for something that’s going to stretch me wide and make me feel completely full.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/AndreV/AndreBBC2.jpg" height=500></div> Her tone is playful but laced with a sultry edge, and you can’t stop yourself from imagining what she’s describing. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> notices your reaction instantly, her smile turning even more wicked. <<JessicaTalk "I mean, baby, think about it. He’s going to fill me in ways you never could. And it’s going to feel so, so good.">> Her hips shift slightly, her lace-covered warmth brushing against the cage, and you let out a soft, shaky whimper. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date88.jpg" height=500></div> <<JessicaTalk "Aw, does that turn you on? Knowing Daddy is going to be my first for a real cock?">> Her words cut deep, and the humiliation is sharp yet intoxicating, the tension inside you building with every teasing sentence. She tilts her head, her playful grin never faltering. <<JessicaTalk "After all, baby, your little clit doesn’t really count as one, does it?">> You can’t speak, the mix of emotions—arousal, submission, and yearning—leaving you utterly at her mercy. <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> fingers trail lazily down your arms, her movements slow and deliberate as she continues. <<JessicaTalk "You know he’s going to fill me like I’ve never been filled before, don’t you? It’s going to feel amazing, baby. Something I’ve been craving for so long… to be stretched, to be completely full.">> Her hips shift again, and you bite your lip, unable to stop the soft whimper that escapes you. Her words make your caged clit throb painfully, and you let out a shaky breath, completely at her mercy. <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> smirk deepens as she watches you squirm beneath her, the pink cage making your arousal all the more evident. Her fingertips trail down your chest, her playful teasing sending jolts of heat through your body. <<JessicaTalk "I bet you’re already picturing it, aren’t you? How big he is... how hard I’m going to cum.">> The vivid imagery she paints leaves you both flustered and impossibly aroused, the cage feeling tighter with every word she says. She shifts slightly, the pressure against your caged clit driving you wild, and you let out a soft whimper. <<JessicaTalk "You’re such a good little cuck, aren’t you? Getting so worked up just thinking about me and Daddy.">> You let out a shaky breath, completely at her mercy, her teasing leaving you desperate and utterly captivated. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> tilts her head, brushing her fingers through your hair as she leans in closer, her voice soft but dripping with mischief. <<JessicaTalk "Want to see the photo, baby? The one he took of me sitting on him just like this?">> [[Your heart pounds at her suggestion, the thought sending another wave of heat through you.|JessicaDate19][$p=10]] <<elseif $p eq 10>> Unable to speak, you nod slowly, your body trembling under the weight of her words and the promise of what she’s about to show you. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> smirks as she pulls her phone out, her movements slow and deliberate, building your anticipation. She swipes through her photos, her teasing gaze flicking toward you as she finds what she’s looking for. <<JessicaTalk "Here it is, baby.">> She hands you the phone, and the image on the screen leaves you breathless. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/JessicaPhoto9.jpg" height=500></div> In the photo, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> is completely naked, straddling <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. The angle, clearly from his point of view, captures the sheer size of his thick, dark, ten-plus-inch cock towering over her. It stretches up past her belly button, the girth alone making it seem almost surreal. <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> body is lithe and gorgeous, her private parts hidden by the sheer size of him. Her right index finger delicately holds the massive shaft. You stare at the image, heat rising in your cheeks and spreading through your body. Your own caged clit, barely two inches, feels impossibly small as you glance down at yourself, your arousal painfully evident in the pink chastity cage. The comparison is overwhelming, and your mind spirals, torn between humiliation and a deep, aching desire. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> watches your reaction, her grin widening as she shifts her position on your lap, the green lace of her panties brushing against your caged clit. <<JessicaTalk "Speechless, huh? I figured you would be. Look at him, baby. He’s huge, isn’t he?">> Her voice is soft but teasing, dripping with satisfaction as she leans closer, her lips brushing against your ear. <<JessicaTalk "You couldn’t even come close to that, could you? His cock makes yours look like… well, a cute little clit.">> You swallow hard, unable to tear your eyes away from the photo. Your hands tremble slightly as you hold the phone, the undeniable proof of <andre>Mr. Brown'</andre> size and dominance filling you with a strange, intoxicating mix of emotions. <<MCTalk "It’s… it’s so… big. I-I…">> Your voice falters, and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> laughs softly, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on your chest. <<JessicaTalk "Of course it is, baby. That’s what a real man looks like. And soon, I’ll get to feel every single inch of him stretching me, filling me up completely.">> Her words send another jolt through you, and you glance up at her, your face flushed and your breathing unsteady. She notices the way your gaze flickers between the photo and her, her grin turning even more mischievous. <<JessicaTalk "Oh, don’t be shy, baby. I know you’re turned on. I can feel it. Even in that tiny little cage, your clit is throbbing, isn’t it?">> You nod slightly, unable to deny it, and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> lets out a low, pleased hum. <<JessicaTalk "It’s okay, baby. You don’t need to be embarrassed. This is exactly where you belong—right here, all locked up, watching and waiting while I experience something you could never give me.">> Her words wash over you, and you let out a shaky breath, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> takes the phone back, holding it up as she examines the photo one more time before turning her gaze back to you. <<JessicaTalk "You know what we should do, baby? Let’s take a photo like this one, but from your point of view.">> [[Your breath catches in your throat, your cheeks burning hot.|JessicaDate19][$p=11]] <<elseif $p eq 11>> <<MCTalk "W-What? I… I don’t know if…">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> cuts you off with a playful laugh, leaning closer so her green lace panties brush against your caged clit, sending a jolt of heat through you. <<JessicaTalk "Oh, come on, sweetheart. Don’t be shy. This is our relationship, isn’t it? You love this, don’t you? All of it—even the humiliation.">> Her fingers glide down your chest, her touch soft but firm, and she tilts your chin up to meet her gaze. <<JessicaTalk "Look at you, all flushed and trembling. You’ve been throbbing in that little cage since the moment we got on bed. Don’t try to deny it.">> You let out a shaky breath, unable to refute her words. Deep down, you know she’s right. As overwhelming as it is, every part of this—the teasing, the humiliation, the submission—has you completely captivated. You love all of it... <<JessicaTalk "Good girls like you shouldn’t be ashamed, baby. This is who you are now. My cute little sissy girlfriend. And you know what? I think Daddy would love to see just how much you’re enjoying this.">> The thought of sending him a photo makes your stomach churn with a mix of excitement and embarrassment. You squirm under <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> gaze, but she’s relentless, her tone softening just enough to coax you further. <<MCTalk "O-Okay… let’s do it.">> <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> face lights up with delight, and she reaches for her phone again, handing it to you. She shifts slightly on your lap, her panties brushing against the cage as she adjusts herself into the same position as the photo she showed you earlier. <<JessicaTalk "There we go, baby. Just like that. Now, hold the phone steady.">> Your hands tremble slightly as you position the phone, the sight of her straddling you making your heart race. From your point of view, her gorgeous body dominates the frame, her green lace panties perfectly accentuating her curves. Below her, the pink cage on your caged clit is painfully obvious, its smallness a stark contrast to the image of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> she showed you earlier. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> smiles down at you, her hands resting lightly on your chest as she waits for you to take the picture. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/MCPhoto7.jpg" height=500></div> <<JessicaTalk "Perfect. Now, send it, baby.">> You hesitate for a moment, your thumb hovering over the screen. But <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> voice cuts through your doubt. <<JessicaTalk "It’s okay, sweetheart. You’re mine, and this is just part of showing how much you adore me. Go on.">> With a deep breath, you press the send button, watching as the photo is delivered to <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. [[Your chest feels tight with anticipation, your heart pounding as you set the phone down.|JessicaDate19][$p=12]] <<elseif $p eq 12>> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> leans forward, her lips pressing softly against your forehead. <<JessicaTalk "Good girl. I’m so proud of you.">> Her words wash over you, filling you with a strange, comforting sense of pride despite the lingering embarrassment. She sits back, her smile warm and approving as she brushes a strand of hair from your face. <<JessicaTalk "See? That wasn’t so hard, was it? And I bet Daddy's going to love seeing how adorable you look under me.">> Her laughter is light and teasing, and you can’t help but smile, even as your cheeks burn with a mix of shame and arousal. You feel completely and utterly hers, and in that moment, you wouldn’t have it any other way. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> lets out another soft laugh, her fingers grazing your cheek affectionately before she slips off your lap. Your heart races as she moves to the bedside drawer, her hips swaying with purpose. You know what she’s reaching for before you even see it, and yet, your breath catches all the same when she pulls out her thick black dildo. Your caged clit throbs painfully as you sit there, helpless and captivated. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> places the dildo on the bed, positioning it upright before straddling it slowly. Her green lace panties slide down her legs in one fluid motion, and she tosses them aside with a mischievous smile. <<JessicaTalk "Now, let’s see just how much this stretches me, hmm?">> She begins to lower herself onto the toy, her hips moving with a deliberate slowness that leaves you completely transfixed. The thick head of the dildo presses against her entrance, and she lets out a soft moan as it begins to push inside. <<JessicaTalk "Mmm… so thick, so full…">> <div style="text-align:center"><video loop autoplay src="Images/City/College/Jessica/JessicaDate19.mp4"/></div> Her words send another wave of heat through you, and you feel the cage growing even tighter as pre-cum dribbles from the tip. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> glances over at you, her eyes glinting with amusement as she notices your reaction. <<JessicaTalk "Look at you, baby. Just sitting there, locked up and leaking, while I get to enjoy something so big.">> She lowers herself further, the dildo stretching her more with every inch, and her moans grow louder. <<JessicaTalk "Mmm… so big… so perfect. You’re such a good little cuck, aren’t you? Just sitting there and watching while I take something huge.">> You can only nod weakly, completely overwhelmed by the sight of her and the weight of her words. The pre-cum dripping from your cage is evidence enough of how much her teasing has affected you, and <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> knowing smile only makes it worse. <<JessicaTalk "Keep watching, baby. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To see me stretched and satisfied?">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> slows her movements, her hips stilling as she gazes down at you, her breath still heavy from the pleasure. Her lips curve into a mischievous smile, and she leans forward, her voice soft and teasing. <<JessicaTalk "Baby… why don’t you join me?">> Her words catch you off guard, and you blink up at her, confusion mixing with the lingering arousal in your expression. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> giggles, clearly enjoying your reaction, and shifts her position, laying back on the bed with a sultry ease. [[She picks up the thick black dildo, holding it out to you with a wicked grin.|JessicaDate19][$p=13]] <<elseif $p eq 13>> <<JessicaTalk "Come on, babe. Be part of this. I want you to use it on me.">> You stare at her in disbelief, your heart racing as you take in her bold invitation. The dildo in her hand looks even larger now, and your mind races with a mix of apprehension and excitement. Slowly, you reach out and take it, the weight of it in your hand adding to your growing arousal. <<MCTalk "Are you… sure?">> <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> grin widens, and she nods, her tone dripping with amusement. <<JessicaTalk "Of course, baby. Don’t tell me you’re too shy to help your girlfriend out.">> Her words spark something in you, and you swallow hard, nodding as you kneel on the bed beside her. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> spreads her legs wider, her fingers teasing her clit as she watches you with an expectant gaze. <<JessicaTalk "Good girl. Now, come here. Let me feel you use it.">> You position yourself closer, your head dipping lower until your face is just inches away from her nether regions. The scent of her arousal fills your senses, making the cage feel even tighter as you line the dildo up with her entrance. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date89.jpg" height=500></div> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> lets out a soft moan as the tip of the dildo presses against her, and you begin to push it inside, your movements tentative at first. <<JessicaTalk "Mmm, that’s it… deeper, baby. Don’t be shy.">> Her encouraging words fuel your confidence, and you push the toy further, mesmerized by the way her body stretches to accommodate its thickness. <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> moans grow louder as she plays with her clit, her hips rolling against the toy as you move it in and out of her. <<JessicaTalk "Oh, baby… you’re doing so good. It feels so big… so perfect.">> Your face flushes at her praise, and you find yourself leaning closer, captivated by the sight of her body taking the massive toy. <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> free hand tangles in your hair, tugging gently as she looks down at you with a wicked smile. <<JessicaTalk "See, baby? You can still please me… even if it’s with something bigger.">> Her words send a shiver through you, and you quicken your pace, the weight of the dildo in your hand making every movement feel deliberate and intimate. <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> moans become more desperate, her back arching as she teases herself with her fingers. <<JessicaTalk "Mmm, just like that… don’t stop, baby.">> You nod, your breath shaky as you focus entirely on her pleasure, the room filled with the sound of her moans and the wet glide of the dildo moving inside her. <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> eyes meet yours, her cheeks flushed and her smile pure sin. <<JessicaTalk "You’re such a good little sissy, aren’t you? Watching me, pleasing me… all while locked up like a good girl.">> Her teasing sends another wave of heat through you, and you let out a soft whimper, completely lost in the moment as you continue to work the toy, doing everything you can to bring her closer to the edge. [[Then she changes her position.|JessicaDate19][$p=14]] <<elseif $p eq 14>> <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> breath becomes ragged, her moans growing louder as you continue to work the dildo. She shifts suddenly, her body twisting away from you as she gets on all fours, her back arched and her hips raised in the air. The position leaves you with a perfect view of her toned bottom and glistening core, and your caged clit throbs painfully at the sight. <<JessicaTalk "Keep going, baby, don’t stop now… make me cum.">> You kneel behind her, positioning yourself to continue using the toy. The angle gives you an even better view of the way her body stretches around the thick dildo, and you push it inside her with deliberate, rhythmic movements. Jessica moans loudly, her voice breaking as her hips press back to meet the thrusts. <<JessicaTalk "Mmm… yes… oh, Daddy, just like that!">> Her sudden cry for <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> sends a jolt through you, and your hands tremble slightly as you keep moving the toy, each thrust driving her closer to the edge. The sound of her calling him “Daddy” echoes in your mind, making you feel even smaller and more submissive as you watch her lose herself in pleasure. <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> moans become desperate, her body shaking with every movement as her climax builds. Finally, her breath hitches, and she lets out a cry of pure ecstasy. Her entire body tenses as her orgasm overtakes her, her hips pressing back against the dildo as waves of pleasure crash over her. She turns her head, looking back at you as she comes, her face flushed a deep red. Her cheeks are hot, and her cute little nose is tinged with color, her expression utterly lost in the throes of pleasure. It’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, and you can’t tear your eyes away from her as she rides out her climax. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date90.jpg" height=500></div> <<JessicaTalk "Oh, my God… yes… yes…">> She gasps, her voice trembling as the last waves of her orgasm wash over her. As her body relaxes, she collapses onto the bed, her chest heaving as she catches her breath. You remain kneeling behind her, your eyes drawn to the dildo in your hands. It’s soaked, glistening with her arousal, and the sheer wetness is enough to leave you even more flustered. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> rolls onto her side, her eyes half-lidded as she looks up at you with a lazy, satisfied smile. <<JessicaTalk "Mmm, baby… you were amazing.">> She murmurs, her voice soft and content. [[You sit there, still holding the dildo, your mind racing with everything that just happened.|JessicaDate19][$p=15]] <<elseif $p eq 15>> The sight of her so thoroughly pleasured, the feel of the wet toy in your hands, and the sound of her calling for <andre>Mr. Brown</andre> all swirl together in your mind, leaving you completely and utterly overwhelmed. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> takes a deep breath, her body still glowing from her orgasm as she stretches out on the bed. She looks at you with soft, affectionate eyes, her expression shifting from teasing to tender. Slowly, she sits up and reaches for you, patting the space beside her on the bed. <<JessicaTalk "Come here, baby.">> She says gently, her voice warm and inviting. You hesitate for a moment, still overwhelmed by everything that just happened, but the soft smile on her face draws you in. You set the dildo down and crawl onto the bed, her arms opening to welcome you into a tight, comforting hug. She pulls you close, wrapping her arms around you as she presses a gentle kiss to your temple. <<JessicaTalk "You were so good for me tonight, I mean it, baby. You made me feel amazing, and I’m so lucky to have you.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date91.jpg" height=500></div> Her words melt away any lingering tension, and you find yourself relaxing in her embrace. She continues to hold you, her hands trailing soothingly up and down your back as you nuzzle against her chest. After a few moments of silence, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> tilts her head down to look at you, her expression thoughtful. <<JessicaTalk "I didn’t go too far, did I? With the size stuff? I just… I get carried away sometimes, and I never want to hurt you.">> You look up at her, meeting her concerned gaze, and shake your head with a small smile. <<MCTalk "No, you didn’t go too far. I… I actually enjoyed it. More than I expected to.">> <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> face lights up with relief, and she leans down to kiss your forehead. <<JessicaTalk "That makes me so happy to hear, baby. I love seeing you get into it, but I always want to make sure you’re okay.">> You nod, feeling a warmth bloom in your chest at how much she cares. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> shifts slightly, pulling you even closer as she rests her chin on top of your head. <<JessicaTalk "You’re so special to me, you know that? And I love you just the way you are. You’re perfect for me, baby.">> Her words make your heart swell, and you cuddle closer to her, feeling safe and loved in her arms. The teasing and dominance from earlier fade into the background, replaced by this tender moment of intimacy and connection. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> hums softly, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back as she continues to hold you. <<JessicaTalk "Thank you for trusting me and for being mine. I couldn’t ask for a better sissy girlfriend.">> You close your eyes, letting her words wash over you as you snuggle into her warmth. In her arms, you feel cherished, loved, and completely at peace. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> reaches over to grab her phone from the nightstand, still cuddled close to you. She unlocks it with a swipe and scrolls through her notifications, her lips curling into a knowing smile as she opens the messages from <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>. <<JessicaTalk "Oh, look… Daddy replied.">> She says teasingly, her tone soft but laced with that familiar playful edge. [[You shift slightly, your curiosity piqued, as you glance up at her screen.|JessicaDate19][$p=16]] <<elseif $p eq 16>> <<AndreTalk "With this photo, I think both of you have fully embraced your roles. Next Friday, you’ll finally get what you’ve been craving. And Little One will have the perfect view.">> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> smirks, the text sending a thrill through her that she can’t quite hide. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> scrolls down to see what else he sent and gasps softly as she opens the attachment—a mirror selfie of <andre>Mr. Brown</andre>, completely nude. His muscular body glistens slightly as though he’d just finished a workout, and his massive, erect cock stands prominently... The sheer size and thickness of it are utterly intimidating—and mesmerizing. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/BrownPhoto2.jpg" height=500></div> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> stares at the photo for a moment, clearly captivated, before tilting her phone slightly to give you a better view. Your breath hitches as your eyes land on the image, and you feel your cheeks heat up instantly. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> notices immediately. Her gaze shifts from the photo to you, catching the way your teeth sink into your lower lip as you unconsciously bite it, unable to tear your eyes away from <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> impressive form. <<JessicaTalk "Aw, baby… you’re biting your lip, he’s making you just as worked up as he’s making me, huh? Daddy really does know how to leave us both speechless.">> You don’t respond, too overwhelmed to even form words, but the way you squirm in your spot and the soft whimper that escapes your lips say more than enough. Jessica chuckles, pressing a quick kiss to your temple as she locks her phone and sets it aside. <<JessicaTalk "It’s okay, sweetheart. I get it. He’s… a lot.">> Her tone is gentle and understanding, but she doesn’t push the topic further, instead pulling you closer into her embrace. <<JessicaTalk "Let’s just enjoy the moment, hmm? You and me.">> The air between you remains warm and intimate, but <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> photo lingers in your mind, your thoughts swirling with a mix of arousal and confusion as you settle back into <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> arms, feeling both safe and utterly captivated. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> pulls you into a warm embrace after setting her phone aside, her arms wrapping snugly around you. The two of you lie together for a while, her soft, rhythmic breathing calming your racing thoughts. Her gentle fingers stroke your hair as you both settle into the intimate quiet of the moment. Eventually, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> sighs contentedly and sits up, stretching. <<JessicaTalk "Alright, babe. As much as I’d love to keep you here all night, it’s getting late and Gianna doesn't really like sleepovers. Let’s get you dressed so you can head home.">> As you sit up, stretching lazily in <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> warm bed, the lingering heat of the night still buzzes in your body. You’re about to step away to gather your clothes when your phone vibrates on the nightstand. Naked except for your cage, you pad over and pick it up, unlocking the screen. A message from <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra>. You swallow hard, already feeling the familiar rush of excitement and submission at just seeing her name. <<AlexandraTalk "Mmm, Little One, I heard the good news. Next Friday, Jessica will finally be claimed properly. You must be so eager to watch… so desperate to see what a real man can do to your girlfriend.">> Your breath hitches. Your legs press together instinctively, and you bite your lip. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> always knows exactly how to get under your skin, how to make you squirm with just a few words. Another message follows before you can even think of a reply. <<AlexandraTalk "But don’t forget your tasks, darling. You still have a lot to work on. Understood?">> You take a deep breath, your fingers trembling slightly as you type your reply. <<MCTalk "Yes, Mistress. I promise to work hard on everything. I’ll follow your guidance well. And… I can’t wait for next Friday.">> <<if $AlexandraLove gte 6>> <<link[[You notice looking over your shoulder.|JessicaDate19]]>><<set $p to 17>><<set $jessicadate19mistress to 1>><</link>> <<else>> <<link[[Go Home, fully aroused without release...|JessicaDate19]]>><<set $p to 18>><<set $jessicadate19mistress to 0>><</link>> <</if>> <<elseif $p eq 17>> <jessica>Jessica</jessica> leans in over your shoulder, her warmth pressing against you as she peeks at your phone. You swallow, still reeling from <alexandra>Alexandra's</alexandra> message when another notification pops up. You hesitate, but your fingers move automatically, unlocking the image. As the screen lights up, both you and <jessica>Jessica</jessica> are greeted with a sight that makes your breath catch. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> is kneeling on a plush carpet, her body positioned perfectly between <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> powerful legs. Her left hand is outstretched, her delicate fingers resting along <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> monstrous, dark cock—but what makes the image truly devastating is how she’s measuring his big black cock against her own forearm. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/AlexandraPhoto9.jpg" height=500></div> And it’s the same size. <<AlexandraTalk "Here, double-check the size before Friday, Little One. Hope you and Jessica enjoy the preview. Sweet dreams.">> Beside you, <jessica>Jessica</jessica> exhales slowly. You hear it first, before even realizing your own reaction. Her breath hitched before yours. Her thighs squeeze together before your fingers even twitch. Your stomach twists. For a brief, fleeting second, you think—maybe she’s just teasing, just playing along. But her reaction is so instinctive, so raw, that you know she’s not thinking about you right now. She’s just… feeling. <<JessicaTalk "Holy shit…">> She breathes, her voice thick with arousal, even though she came recently. You can’t even speak. She’s just as mesmerized as you are, maybe more. Then, without warning, her fingers move. A soft, teasing touch against the sensitive skin of your trapped balls. A featherlight graze beneath your caged clit. You gasp, your body jolting at the sensation. Your hips twitch instinctively, but the cage holds you firm. Helpless. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> smirks, her fingers continuing their cruel little strokes as she hums, keeping her eyes on the screen. Her voice is low, sultry, teasing. <<JessicaTalk "God… look at him. That’s an actual cock… Alexandra is right as always. This is just a cute little… clit.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/College/Jessica/Jessica Date92.jpeg" height=500></div> Your breath stutters. Then you glance down. Your tiny, caged clit—barely the size of <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> little finger. Your stomach twists. A rush of arousal crashes into you as your eyes flicker back up to the screen. Your clit. It doesn’t feel like a cock. Not compared to that. <jessica>Jessica</jessica> knows it. <alexandra>Alexandra</alexandra> knows it. You know it. And instead of shame—a rush of heat floods through you. Not in defiance. Not in rejection. In acceptance. Your mind is fully surrendering. [[Go Home, fully aroused without release...|JessicaDate19][$p=18]] <<elseif $p eq 18>> The cool night air greets you as you walk home, your heels clicking softly against the pavement. Your mind is a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, replaying the night’s events with a mix of disbelief and exhilaration. You think about <jessica>Jessica's</jessica> teasing, her dominance towards you, the way she made you feel so wanted, even in moments of vulnerability. And then there’s <andre>Mr. Brown's</andre> photo and his text. A shiver runs down your spine as you recall his words: <andre>"Next Friday, you’ll get what you’re craving."</andre> Your cheeks burn as your excitement grows. You know this is uncharted territory for you, but you can’t deny how alive it makes you feel. The anticipation for next Friday is almost unbearable, a mixture of nervousness and eager longing bubbling within you. By the time you reach home, you’re practically buzzing. You take a deep breath, smiling softly to yourself as you unlock the door and step inside. The night with <jessica>Jessica</jessica> has left you feeling more connected to her than ever, and the promise of what’s to come fills you with excitement you’ve never experienced before. As you get ready for bed, you feel a new sense of purpose, a deeper understanding of your relationship, and a thrilling anticipation for what lies ahead. <<link[[Go to Sleep.|Thanks for playing]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $jessicaquest to 19>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>><<set $sidemenu to 1>> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/Gym7.jpg" height=400></div> You step into the gym's buzzing workout area, the rhythmic hum of machines and clinking of weights surrounding you. Adjusting your snug crop top and leggings, you feel the fabric cling to every curve, accentuating your toned form. The chastity cage hidden beneath remains a constant reminder of your predicament, its presence adding an extra layer of self-consciousness to every movement. Determined to focus on your workout, you take a deep breath and scan the room, deciding where to begin. <<link[[Head to the squat rack and work on your glutes|Gym18]]>><<set $p to 2>><<set $gym18choice to 'Squat'>><</link>> <<link[[Start a jog on the treadmill to warm up|Gym18]]>><<set $p to 2>><<set $gym18choice to 'Jog'>><</link>> <<link[[Dive into a kettlebell circuit for a full-body challenge|Gym18]]>><<set $p to 2>><<set $gym18choice to 'Kettlebell'>><</link>> <<elseif $p eq 2>> <<if $gym18choice eq 'Squat'>> After a quick scan of the bustling room, you decide to head to the squat rack. It’s leg day, after all, and squats are a must. Positioning yourself at the rack, you grab a pair of weights that feel manageable but challenging. Taking a deep breath, you rest the barbell across your shoulders and step back, grounding your feet shoulder-width apart. With each squat, you feel the stretch in your thighs and the burn in your glutes, the leggings making every movement feel exaggerated yet oddly satisfying. As the minutes pass, the workout becomes more grueling. Beads of sweat form on your forehead, and your legs start to tremble slightly from exertion. You’re determined to finish your set, though, pushing yourself through the burn. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/MCGym16.jpg" height=400></div> <<NicoleTalk "Hey, need a spot?">> <nicole>Nicole's</nicole> familiar voice cuts through the sound of weights clanking and music playing in the background. You glance up, heart skipping a beat as you see her standing nearby, dressed in her signature short shorts and a fitted crop top that shows off her toned stomach. Her smile is warm, but her eyes are sharp, always assessing. <<MCTalk "I’ve got it.">> Your voice wavers slightly, but <nicole>Nicole</nicole> steps closer anyway, her hands on her hips. <<NicoleTalk "You look like you’re about to keel over. Let me help before you end up with your butt on the floor.">> [[Before you can protest, she moves behind you.|Gym18][$p=3]] <<elseif $gym18choice eq 'Jog'>> You step onto the treadmill, adjusting the settings to a comfortable jogging pace. The gym is buzzing with energy, and you feel that familiar mix of focus and self-consciousness as you start your workout. Your leggings and crop top fit snugly, accentuating your curves, but the presence of the chastity cage beneath remains an ever-present discomfort. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/MCGym18.jpg" height=400></div> As the treadmill hums beneath your feet, you try to fall into a rhythm, but the cage presses awkwardly against you with each step. The snug fit of your leggings makes it feel even more noticeable, and you can’t help but glance down now and then, double-checking that nothing shows. Thankfully, the small size of the cage keeps everything discreet, but the pressure and restriction are an ongoing distraction. Your thighs start to burn slightly as you increase your pace, the sensation mixing oddly with the persistent awareness of the cage. You take a deep breath, willing yourself to focus on the benefits of the workout instead of the discomfort. That’s when the treadmill next to you beeps, and a man steps onto it. He’s tall, with an athletic build and short-cropped hair, exuding that kind of self-assuredness that’s immediately noticeable. He glances your way, his eyes briefly flicking over you before he speaks. <b>"You know, you’re running all wrong,"</b> he says, his tone casual but with an edge of condescension. You blink, momentarily caught off guard. <<MCTalk "Oh, I think I’m doing okay. Thanks.">> <b>"No, really. You’re wasting energy with your form. Look, your arms are too stiff. You need to let them swing more naturally,"</b> he explains, mimicking an exaggerated motion with his own arms. You force a polite smile, trying to focus on your own workout, but he keeps going. <b>"And your stride—too short. You’ve got to lengthen it, let your legs really stretch out. Otherwise, you’re just spinning your wheels."</b> <<MCTalk "I’m just here to get a good workout, not win a race.">> <b>"Sure, but if you’re gonna do it, might as well do it right,"</b> he says, flashing a grin as if he’s imparting life-changing wisdom. The irritation builds in your chest. His tone isn’t outright rude, but it’s the way he assumes you need his advice without being asked. You try to focus on your breathing, but his voice cuts through your thoughts like nails on a chalkboard. <b>"Also, you’re leaning forward too much. That’s going to mess up your back in the long run. Here, watch me."</b> He adjusts his posture theatrically, his movements overly deliberate, clearly meant to show off. Your annoyance flares as you try to ignore him, but the combination of his unwarranted advice and the constant pressure of the cage beneath your leggings makes it impossible to focus. [[Finally, you’ve had enough.|Gym18][$p=3]] <<elseif $gym18choice eq 'Kettlebell'>> After a quick warm-up, you make your way to the kettlebell area, ready to tackle a circuit that includes swings, deadlifts, and overhead presses. The movements feel empowering, engaging your core and glutes while leaving you breathless in no time. The snug leggings and crop top you’re wearing provide excellent flexibility, but the chastity cage beneath the tight fabric remains an undeniable presence. Each time you bend or lift, the cage shifts slightly, reminding you of its constraint. Though the discomfort is now more familiar, the occasional tug still keeps you hyper-aware of your predicament. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/MCGym17.jpg" height=400></div> After finishing your third round, sweat drips from your brow, and your legs burn from the effort. You place the kettlebell down and head over to the water station for a much-needed drink. The coolness of the room’s air conditioning brushes against your damp skin as you take slow, deep breaths to recover. As you approach the water fountain, you notice her. A strikingly fit woman, mid-30s, with a curvaceous figure that her high-waisted black leggings and snug crop top leave little to the imagination. She’s standing just a few feet away, sipping from her shaker bottle. Her hair is pulled into a high ponytail, and her toned body glistens faintly with sweat. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/Gym8.jpg" height=400></div> But what truly catches your eye is the unmistakable wet spot on the crotch of her leggings. The sheen of moisture is subtle but undeniable, accentuated by a noticeable cameltoe that the fabric clings to. You quickly avert your gaze, feeling your face heat up as you realize what you’ve just seen. <mc><i>Oh my god… is she…? </i></mc> [[Your thoughts swirl as you try to process the sight.|Gym18][$p=3]] <</if>> <<elseif $p eq 3>> <<if $gym18choice eq 'Squat'>> You’re hyper-aware of her proximity as she positions herself to spot you, one foot slightly forward, her hands hovering just above your waist. <<NicoleTalk "Alright, let’s see one more. I’ll guide you if you need it.">> You take another deep breath and lower into the squat, the burn in your legs intensifying. As you rise, her hands briefly touch your hips, steadying you. The contact is light but enough to send a jolt through your body. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/Lily3.jpg" height=500></div> <<NicoleTalk "Good form. But don’t lock your knees at the top. Keep it smooth.">> You nod, your cheeks warming. Her hands linger for a second longer than necessary before she steps back. <<NicoleTalk "Try again.">> With <nicole>Nicole</nicole> watching so closely, you can’t help but push yourself harder. Each squat feels both easier and more challenging under her scrutiny. The cage presses uncomfortably against you, a constant reminder of your predicament, but you try to ignore it, focusing on the movements and her encouraging voice. After a few more reps, <nicole>Nicole</nicole> grins. <<NicoleTalk "Not bad. Your glutes are gonna thank you tomorrow.">> You laugh nervously, feeling a mix of pride and embarrassment. As she helps guide the barbell back into place, her hand brushes your lower back. <<NicoleTalk "Nice work. But don’t overdo it. You don’t want to hurt yourself, especially with a butt like yours. It’s one of the best shaped in this gym.">> Her casual compliment makes your face flush hot, and you stammer out a thank-you. <<MCTalk "Uh… thanks.">> She winks before grabbing a towel and walking off to her next client, leaving you standing there, breathless and more aware than ever of the tightness of your leggings—and the cage beneath. <<elseif $gym18choice eq 'Jog'>> You reach into your gym bag, pull out your headphones, and slip them on. The relief is almost immediate as the music drowns out his voice, creating a barrier between you and his unsolicited commentary. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/Gym9.jpg" height=400></div> He waves a hand to get your attention, but you pretend not to notice, turning your gaze forward and zoning out to the rhythm of the music. Your treadmill beeps as you adjust the incline, forcing yourself to concentrate on the movement of your legs and the beat in your ears. For the remainder of your jog, you manage to create a bubble around yourself, but the frustration lingers. As you step off the treadmill, your legs slightly shaky from the workout, you take a deep breath, trying to shake off the encounter. The cage remains a physical reminder of your discomfort, but the man’s patronizing tone leaves an emotional discomfort. You grab your water bottle, vowing to stick to your music from the start next time. <<elseif $gym18choice eq 'Kettlebell'>> The dampness on her leggings leaves no room for doubt—she’s so horny... You glance back, almost involuntarily, but she seems entirely at ease, completely unbothered by the revelation. She adjusts her stance slightly, the fabric shifting against her body, and takes another sip of her drink, exuding confidence and a carefree attitude. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/Gym8.jpg" height=400></div> For a moment, you’re frozen, caught between surprise and fascination. A jolt of arousal courses through you, and you feel the chastity cage’s tight grip intensify. Unlike before, when such a moment would’ve left you hard and straining, now all you feel is a damp warmth between your legs. The realization strikes you: the cage is changing you. Instead of feeling a more masculine desire, this feels… different. Feminine, almost. Unlike before, when such a moment would’ve left you hard and straining, now all you feel is a damp warmth between your legs. It’s not the first time you’ve noticed this change, but moments like this make it all the more undeniable. The cage hasn’t just kept you in check—it’s reshaped how your body responds. You swallow hard, trying to steady your thoughts. It’s not just the physical sensation; it’s the way your reactions now align more with what you’d expect from the women you’ve admired. A mix of arousal and frustration swirls within you, but there’s no release, only this damp reminder of your new reality. Still flustered, you grab your water bottle and take a long sip, trying to shake the lingering thoughts from your mind. But the damp warmth in your cage persists, a constant reminder of your body's shifting responses. You glance around the gym, hoping the bustling energy of people focused on their own routines will help ground you. <mc><i>Okay, time to cool down and head out. </i></mc> You walk back to the kettlebell area to retrieve your towel and gym bag, the burn in your legs a satisfying ache after a productive session. The damp fabric of your leggings clings to your skin, a testament to how hard you’ve pushed yourself today. Heading toward the locker room, you let out a deep breath. The cool air inside is a welcome contrast to the heat of the workout area. You quickly find a spot on the bench and begin unpacking your shower essentials. Stripping out of your gym clothes, you avoid looking down too much, the sight of the cage still a mix of embarrassment and curiosity. It’s become part of your routine, but moments like the one at the water station bring its presence to the forefront of your mind. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/MCShower3.jpg" height="500"></div> You step into the shower stall and let the warm water cascade over you, soothing your tired muscles. As the steam fills the air, you close your eyes and try to relax. The damp warmth you felt earlier has eased, replaced by a strange sense of calm. As you step out of the locker room and into the cool evening air, your mind drifts back to the woman at the water station. Her unbothered confidence, her acceptance of her body—it’s something you can’t help but envy. <</if>> <<link[[Leave the gym!|Elizabeth1]]>><<set $sidemenu to 0>><<set $gymquest to 19>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>><<set $sidemenu to 1>> You step into the yoga studio at the gym, the soothing scent of lavender and eucalyptus filling the air. The walls are lined with soft lighting, and the faint hum of tranquil music sets the mood. Women of various shapes and sizes are scattered around the room, unrolling mats and chatting in small groups. You notice <lily>Lily</lily> at the front, her sleek figure framed by the large windows that overlook the city. She’s radiant as always, her tight leggings and cropped tank effortlessly showing off her toned body. As you find your spot toward the middle of the room, you can’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. The other women seem completely at ease, laughing and stretching as they prepare for the session. You quickly unroll your mat, adjusting your leggings and fitted tank top, which hugs your curves in just the right way. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/Lily5.jpg" height=500></div> The soft chatter fills the room as the class begins to settle. <lily>Lily</lily> claps her hands gently to get everyone’s attention. <<LilyTalk "Good evening, ladies. Let’s start by grounding ourselves. Take a deep breath, settle onto your mats, and let go of the day’s stress. This hour is just for you.">> Her calm, melodic voice washes over you as the class begins with a series of gentle stretches. The flow transitions seamlessly, the movements familiar yet challenging as you follow along with <lily>Lily's</lily> guidance. You can’t help but steal glances at the other women—their graceful bodies moving in unison, the curves of their backs, and the slight sheen of sweat glistening on their skin. It’s distracting, to say the least, and you silently curse the cage pressing snugly against you beneath your leggings. After a series of Sun Salutations, <lily>Lily</lily> leads the class into the Cat-Cow pose. <<LilyTalk "Alright, everyone, come onto all fours. Hands under shoulders, knees under hips. As you inhale, arch your back and look up—this is Cow Pose. As you exhale, round your spine and tuck your chin—this is Cat Pose. Let’s move with our breath.">> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/Gym10.jpg" height=400></div> The room is filled with the soft sounds of controlled breathing and the quiet rustling of fabric as the women shift between poses. You focus on your own movements, trying to match the flow, but your eyes wander. From this position, the view is undeniably enticing—rounded hips, toned thighs, and snug leggings stretched in ways that leave little to the imagination. [[As you try to focus, a giggle breaks the calm atmosphere.|Gym19][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> <b>"Oh my god, my boyfriend loves me in this position."</b> The young woman’s voice is light, playful, and it immediately grabs everyone’s attention. A ripple of laughter spreads through the room. <b>"Seriously, same. I think it’s the view. They’re such simple creatures."</b> More giggles follow, and you try to keep your composure, lowering your gaze as if concentrating deeply on your own pose. <b>"I like it too. It’s one of the few positions where he can’t tell I’m faking an orgasm."</b> The room erupts into laughter, and even Lily chuckles softly, shaking her head. <<LilyTalk "Alright, ladies, let’s keep breathing through the pose. But I can’t say I haven’t heard that one before.">> You laugh nervously, trying to join in as naturally as possible, though your heart is racing for an entirely different reason. The casual intimacy of their conversation, combined with the undeniably sexual nature of the pose, leaves you squirming internally. <b>"It’s true, though. Guys are so oblivious. Meanwhile, we’re just multitasking—thinking about the laundry, the dishes, and faking it all at once."</b> The laughter continues, and you force yourself to keep smiling, nodding along as if you belong. All the while, the pressure of the cage against your body feels increasingly unbearable. The combination of their candid chatter, the provocative pose, and the sight of these beautiful women around you is almost too much to handle. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/Gym12.jpg" height=400></div> You shift slightly on your mat, trying to ease the tension building inside you, but it’s no use. The cage keeps you firmly in check, each movement only intensifying your awareness of it. The class continues, but the playful banter lingers in the air, making the poses feel longer and more challenging than usual. The playful banter among the women continues as <lily>Lily</lily> moves the class into deeper stretches, but the mood stays light. <<LilyTalk "Alright, ladies, let’s flow into Downward Dog. Spread your fingers wide, tuck your toes, and lift your hips high.">> You follow her instructions, thankful for the change in position. The new pose offers a momentary distraction, though the view of toned legs and flexed muscles around you keeps your thoughts far from pure. The laughter from earlier still echoes in your ears, blending with the stretch’s physical intensity and the ever-present awareness of the cage beneath your leggings. One of the women, a bubbly brunette with an infectious laugh, speaks up mid-pose. <b>"You know, I think this is another one they like. Something about ‘dominance’ or whatever."</b> <b>"Oh, totally! You arch your back just right, and they’re like putty in your hands."</b> A ripple of laughter spreads through the room as the women hold their poses, their playful chatter filling the studio. You try to focus on the stretch, but the conversation pulls at your attention, each comment feeling like a window into a world of effortless confidence. <b>"It’s not just about the pose. It’s about how you own it, you know? Like, if you look back over your shoulder just so..."</b> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/City/Gym/Gym11.jpg" height=400></div> <b>"Oh, please. A well-timed smirk does half the work. You don’t even need to say a word."</b> The women giggle again, their voices soft but filled with an easy camaraderie. You try to blend in, smiling and nodding subtly, though your heart races. The way they talk about their influence over men feels foreign and yet strangely fascinating. More laughter follows, and you can’t help but chuckle quietly, hoping to seem natural. The playful innuendos swirl around you, making you feel simultaneously like an insider and an outsider. You want to be part of their world, to share in this knowing confidence, but the cage’s grip keeps you grounded in your reality. <<LilyTalk "Alright, everyone, let’s come back to standing. Take a moment to shake it out before we finish.">> The chatter subsides as the group rises from their poses, the class winding down. You follow along, rolling your shoulders and taking a deep breath to steady yourself. The lingering warmth of their words and the sensation of the cage beneath your leggings create a mix of emotions you can’t quite untangle. <<LilyTalk "Thank you for joining me this evening. See you next week, ladies!">> As the women gather their mats and chat softly on their way out, you pack up in relative silence, replaying the evening’s conversation in your mind. The power they spoke of feels almost magical, like a secret they’ve mastered, leaving you curious and yearning to understand more. <<link[[Leave the Gym.|City]]>><<set $sidemenu to 0>><<set $gymquest to 20>><<set $time +=1>><<TimeDay>><<set $p to 1>><</link>> <</if>>

<<if $p eq 1>> Your phone buzzes in your hand, startling you. You glance at the screen—<elizabeth>Elizabeth</elizabeth>. A knot forms in your stomach. You haven't spoken to her in months, and now she's calling out of the blue. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Home/SisterCall.jpg" height=500></div> You swipe to answer and lift the phone to your ear. <<ElizabethTalk "Hey! Oh my God, I was hoping you'd pick up. How are you?">> Her voice is bright and familiar, a balm against the turmoil inside you. <<MCTalk "Hey, Elizabeth. Wow, it's been a while." >> <<ElizabethTalk "Right? I missed you! Feels like forever since we talked. What's up? How's Mom?">> The mention of your mother makes your throat tighten. You hesitate, unsure how to navigate this conversation. <<MCTalk "She's... uh, she's fine, I guess." >> <<ElizabethTalk "Fine, huh? That's not the vibe I got when I called her. She was all stiff and weird. Is something going on between you two?">> You chew your lip, debating how much to say. <elizabeth>Elizabeth</elizabeth> knows you better than anyone in the family, but you're not ready to spill everything—not yet. <<MCTalk "We had a fight. It's nothing major, just... stuff." >> <<ElizabethTalk "Not major? Come on, you're not fooling me. What happened?">> <<MCTalk "It's complicated. I don't really want to get into it right now." >> There's a brief pause on her end, filled with static and distant background noise. <<ElizabethTalk "Complicated? Okay, but now I'm really curious. Did she say something mean? Or are you being your usual dramatic self?">> <<MCTalk "I'm not being dramatic. College is just... changing me, I guess. And she’s not taking it well. But seriously, I don't want to dwell on it." >> <<ElizabethTalk "Changing you? Like what—did you get a face tattoo or start listening to heavy metal?" >> [[You let out a laugh, grateful for her playful tone.|Elizabeth1][$p=2]] <<elseif $p eq 2>> <<MCTalk "Not exactly. Just, you know, growing up or whatever. Can we change the subject? What's going on with you? How's the language school?">> <<ElizabethTalk "Oh my God, it's been amazing! I'm having such a blast. I made a new best friend here—her name's Laura. She's super cool, and we basically do everything together.">> Her excitement is contagious, and you relax into the conversation. <<MCTalk "That's awesome! What kind of stuff have you been up to?">> <<ElizabethTalk "Everything! We've been hitting all the cafés, going on weekend trips, and even trying out some local dance classes. Oh! And we totally got lost in this old market last weekend—it was hilarious. Laura's like the queen of getting us into random adventures." >> You smile, her stories pulling you away from your own worries. <<MCTalk "Sounds like you're living your best life.">> <<ElizabethTalk "Seriously, I am. But I miss you, though. Can't wait to catch up properly when I'm back." >> <<MCTalk "Same here. It's going to be great." >> <<ElizabethTalk "Okay, I gotta go—Laura’s calling me to come downstairs. But don't forget what I said, okay? Keep your head up. And call me if you need to talk.">> <<MCTalk "Will do. Love you, Elizabeth." >> <<ElizabethTalk "Love you too! Talk soon.">> The call ends, and you set your phone down with a sigh of relief. <elizabeth>Elizabeth's</elizabeth> vibrant energy lingers, easing the weight on your chest. <<set $stress -=20>><<Stress>> [[You feel lighter, even if the knot with your mother remains tangled in the back of your mind.|Elizabeth1][$p=3]] <<elseif $p eq 3>> Your phone buzzes again. A new message from <elizabeth>Elizabeth</elizabeth>: a casual selfie. She’s in a cozy gray hoodie, no makeup, her hair slightly messy but effortlessly charming. Her familiar smile makes warmth bloom in your chest. You hadn’t realized how much you missed her until now. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/ElizabethPhoto.jpg" height=500></div> <<MCTalk "Looking cute as always, Liz. The hoodie’s a vibe.">> A moment later, another photo pops up—a brunette with curly hair wearing a simple gray top that shows zero cleavage, making a playful V sign with her fingers. Her bright smile radiates an easy confidence. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="Images/Phone/Gallery/LauraPhoto.jpeg" height=500></div> <<ElizabethTalk "This is Laura! My new partner in crime.">> <<MCTalk "She’s cute.">> <<ElizabethTalk "I know, right?! She's the best ❤️">> <<link[[The conversation lingers in your thoughts as you set your phone down and prepare to get ready for bed.|My Room]]>><<set $p to 1>><<set $elizabethquest to 1>><</link>> <</if>>