Descent to Depravity

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<<widget "you" container>> <<talk "you" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "abigail" container>> <<talk "abigail" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "adrian" container>> <<talk "adrian" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "alana" container>> <<talk "alana" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "alex" container>> <<talk "alex" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "alexa" container>> <<talk "alexa" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "annie" container>> <<talk "annie" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "brad" container>> <<talk "brad" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "correy" container>> <<talk "correy" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "coach" container>> <<talk "coach" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "cpu" container>> <<talk "cpu" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "damion" container>> <<talk "damion" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "drew" container>> <<talk "drew" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "jamerson" container>> <<talk "jamerson" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "lester" container>> <<talk "lester" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "louis" container>> <<talk "louis" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "marcus" container>> <<talk "marcus" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "melissa" container>> <<talk "melissa" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "mia" container>> <<talk "mia" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "nicki" container>> <<talk "nicki" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "oli" container>> <<talk "oli" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "reece" container>> <<talk "reece" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "sophie" container>> <<talk "sophie" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "tanya" container>> <<talk "tanya" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "toby" container>> <<talk "toby" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "zoey" container>> <<talk "zoey" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "girl1" container>> <<talk "girl1" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "girl2" container>> <<talk "girl2" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "girl3" container>> <<talk "girl3" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "girl4" container>> <<talk "girl4" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "guy1" container>> <<talk "guy1" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "guy2" container>> <<talk "guy2" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "guy3" container>> <<talk "guy3" _contents>> <</widget>> <<widget "showCharacterInTracker">> <<set _character = _args[0]>> <<set _hasRelation = State.getVar('$' + _character.variablePrefix + 'rel')>> <<if _hasRelation>> <<set _image = _character.imagePrefix>> <<set _name = _character.name>> <<set _stats = State.getVar('$' + _character.variablePrefix + 'stat') || 0>> <div class="tracker-character"> <<print '<div class="tracker-image ' + _image + '-image"></div>'>> <div class="tracker-detail"> <div class="tracker-title">_name</div> <<for _i to 0; _i lt _stats; _i++>> <div class="tracker-stat tracker-statred"></div> <</for>> <<for _i to _stats; _i lt 25; _i++>> <div class="tracker-stat"></div> <</for>> </div> </div> <</if>> <</widget>> /******************************************************************************* Willpower *******************************************************************************/ <<widget changeWillpower>> <<set _amount = _args[0]>> <<if _args.length is 0>> <<set _passage = passage()>> <div style="background: red; color:black; padding: 1em;"> Widget changeWillpower in passage "_passage"<br> Error: Missing value. </div> <<elseif typeof _amount === 'string'>> <<set _passage = passage()>> <div style="background: red; color:black; padding: 1em;"> Widget changeWillpower in passage "_passage"<br> Error: Value "_amount" must be an integer, not a string. </div> <<elseif !Number.isInteger(_amount)>> <<set _passage = passage()>> <div style="background: red; color:black; padding: 1em;"> Widget changeWillpower in passage "_passage"<br> Error: Value _amount is not an integer. </div> <<else>> <<set $willpower = $willpower + _amount>> <<if $willpower < -50>> <<set $willpower = -50>> <<elseif $willpower > 50>> <<set $willpower = 50>> <</if>> <<if _amount > 0>> <<willpowerIncreased>> <<else>> <<willpowerDecreased>> <</if>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget willpowerIncreased>> <div class="box upwillpower mini-br-after"> <center> <b style="color:#1a1a1a"> @@.pulse;Willpower Increased@@ </b> </center> </div> <</widget>> <<widget willpowerDecreased>> <div class="box downwillpower mini-br-after"> <center> <b style="color:#1a1a1a"> @@.pulse;Willpower Decreased@@ </b> </center> </div> <</widget>> /******************************************************************************* Male attraction *******************************************************************************/ <<widget changeMaleAttraction>> <<set _amount = _args[0]>> <<if _args.length is 0>> <<set _passage = passage()>> <div style="background: red; color:black; padding: 1em;"> Widget changeMaleAttraction in passage "_passage"<br> Error: Missing value. </div> <<elseif typeof _amount === 'string'>> <<set _passage = passage()>> <div style="background: red; color:black; padding: 1em;"> Widget changeMaleAttraction in passage "_passage"<br> Error: Value "_amount" must be an integer, not a string. </div> <<elseif !Number.isInteger(_amount)>> <<set _passage = passage()>> <div style="background: red; color:black; padding: 1em;"> Widget changeMaleAttraction in passage "_passage"<br> Error: Value _amount is not an integer. </div> <<else>> <<set $maleattraction = $maleattraction + _amount>> <<if $maleattraction < 0>> <<set $maleattraction = 0>> <<elseif $maleattraction > 100>> <<set $maleattraction = 100>> <</if>> <<if _amount >= 10>> <<maleAttractionChanged "Male Attraction Greatly Increased">> <<else>> <<maleAttractionChanged "Male Attraction Increased">> <</if>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget maleAttractionChanged>> <<set _text = _args[0]>> <div class="box maleattraction mini-br-after"> <center> <b style="color:#1a1a1a"> @@.pulse;_text@@ </b> </center> </div> <</widget>> /******************************************************************************* Female attraction *******************************************************************************/ <<widget changeFemaleAttraction>> <<set _amount = _args[0]>> <<if _args.length is 0>> <<set _passage = passage()>> <div style="background: red; color:black; padding: 1em;"> Widget changeFemaleAttraction in passage "_passage"<br> Error: Missing value. </div> <<elseif typeof _amount === 'string'>> <<set _passage = passage()>> <div style="background: red; color:black; padding: 1em;"> Widget changeFemaleAttraction in passage "_passage"<br> Error: Value "_amount" must be an integer, not a string. </div> <<elseif !Number.isInteger(_amount)>> <<set _passage = passage()>> <div style="background: red; color:black; padding: 1em;"> Widget changeFemaleAttraction in passage "_passage"<br> Error: Value _amount is not an integer. </div> <<else>> <<set $femaleattraction = $femaleattraction + _amount>> <<if $femaleattraction < 0>> <<set $femaleattraction = 0>> <<elseif $femaleattraction > 100>> <<set $femaleattraction = 100>> <</if>> <<femaleAttractionChanged>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget femaleAttractionChanged>> <div class="box femaleattraction mini-br-after"> <center> <b style="color:#1a1a1a"> @@.pulse;Female Attraction Changed@@ </b> </center> </div> <</widget>>

<<set $willpower to 0>> <<set $maleattraction to 0>> <<set $femaleattraction to 100>> <<set $panties to 2>>

<strong>Willpower</strong> <<willpower-meter>> <strong>Attraction</strong> <<attraction "male">> <<attraction "female">> <<nobr>> <<if passage() neq "Relationship Tracker" and passage() neq "Debug page">> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after"> @@.btnUI;<<button [[Relationship Tracker]]>><</button>>@@ </div> <<elseif passage() eq "Relationship Tracker">> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after"> @@.btnUI; <<button "Close Relationship Tracker">> <<script>>Engine.backward()<</script>> <</button>> @@ </div> <</if>> <</nobr>> V 0.5.2

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<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/dtd logo.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Decent to Depravity is an interactive game in which choices determine future actions you can take and how other characters will interact with you. Below is a rough guide on how to play Decent to Depravity. The main stat is Willpower. A higher Willpower will allow you to have more autonomy, allowing you to decide on your actions. One way to increase Willpower is by making decisions for yourself, particularly if the decision opposes what another wants. <<willpowerIncreased>> A lower Willpower will allow others to have a greater influence over you. You might find that you're more obedient to other characters' demands, and the option to choose for yourself isn't available. One way to decrease Willpower is by allowing other characters to make your decisions for you. <<willpowerDecreased>> If an option isn't available, the button will be greyed-out. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<button type="button" disabled data-msg='oh, magic depleted... Sorry.'><span style="color:#858585">Magic test button</span></button>@@</div> <div class="box cpu">Tip: Drug use can make you more susceptible to others' sway or can make you bolder in your decisions.</div> Once you gain access to the Relationship Tracker, your relationship with other characters will play a part in determining possible choices. For the most part, characters will increase their relationship with you if you comply with their requests or if you impress them. Conversely, if you disappoint or fail to do as another character asks, you are likely to lose relationship points. <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Relationship changed@@</span></b></center></div> <div class="box cpu">Tip: Often, denying another character's request can lead to an increase in Willpower but a fall in your relationship with that character.</div> Finally, attraction to male and female characters is displayed. Though it doesn't Different levels of the meters indicate different levels of attraction. Filling the meter shows that you are fully attracted to characters of that gender, whereas a partially filled bar shows various levels of interest and curiosity. <<femaleAttractionChanged>> <<maleAttractionChanged "Male Attraction Changed">> <div class="box cpu">Tip: Drug use can increase how impressionable you are, making you more open-minded to influence regarding your attraction.</div></div>

@@.btnUI;<<button Back>><<script>>Engine.backward()<</script>><</button>>@@ <center><h1>Debug page</h1></center> [[View characters colour page|Debug character colours]] @@.btnUI;<<button Back>><<script>>Engine.backward()<</script>><</button>>@@

@@.btnUI;<<button Back>><<script>>Engine.backward()<</script>><</button>>@@ <br> <br> <style> .show-character-colours { display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; gap: 1rem; } .show-character-colours .talk { width: 8rem; } </style> <div class="show-character-colours"> <div class="box you talk"> Color for "you" is "#afeeee" </div> <div class="box adrian talk"> Color for "adrian" is "#00bb44" </div> <div class="box sophie talk"> Color for "sophie" is "#958de7" </div> <div class="box mia talk"> Color for "mia" is "#de5d83" </div> <div class="box zoey talk"> Color for "zoey" is "#e50666" </div> <div class="box annie talk"> Color for "annie" is "#f2b3c5" </div> <div class="box brad talk"> Color for "brad" is "#e7db42" </div> <div class="box tanya talk"> Color for "tanya" is "#856bd1" </div> <div class="box lester talk"> Color for "lester" is "#b22222" </div> <div class="box damion talk"> Color for "damion" is "#c13729" </div> <div class="box melissa talk"> Color for "melissa" is "#2a6bc1" </div> <div class="box abigail talk"> Color for "abigail" is "#ac2676" </div> <div class="box marcus talk"> Color for "marcus" is "#7a942e" </div> <div class="box louis talk"> Color for "louis" is "#1565C0" </div> <div class="box alana talk"> Color for "alana" is "#c12a52" </div> <div class="box reece talk"> Color for "reece" is "#fe5800" </div> <div class="box correy talk"> Color for "correy" is "#ca4600" </div> <div class="box alex talk"> Color for "alex" is "#a23800" </div> <div class="box cpu talk"> Color for "cpu" is "#5079e0" </div> <div class="box toby talk"> Color for "toby" is "#bb453a" </div> <div class="box drew talk"> Color for "drew" is "#9abb3a" </div> <div class="box jamerson talk"> Color for "jamerson" is "#90a4ae" </div> <div class="box nicki talk"> Color for "nicki" is "#b86bd1" </div> <div class="box coach talk"> Color for "coach" is "#00bfff" </div> <div class="box alexa talk"> Color for "alexa" is "#f05682" </div> <div class="box oli talk"> Color for "oli" is "#bcafee" </div> <div class="box guy1 talk"> Color for "guy1" is "#5079e0" </div> <div class="box guy2 talk"> Color for "guy2" is "#ac594c" </div> <div class="box guy3 talk"> Color for "guy3" is "#7b9ae8" </div> <div class="box girl1 talk"> Color for "girl1" is "#bf00ff" </div> <div class="box girl2 talk"> Color for "girl2" is "#d39db1" </div> <div class="box girl3 talk"> Color for "girl3" is "#da96af" </div> <div class="box girl4 talk"> Color for "girl4" is "#bc6a89" </div> </div> @@.btnUI;<<button Back>><<script>>Engine.backward()<</script>><</button>>@@

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/exposition.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">When we looked back at where we were 10 years ago, everyone expected space travel and virtual reality, so powerful that it was like living in another world. In reality, we have perfect carbon-neutral fuel, eradication of a few diseases, and phone screens that don't break when you drop them. Though it feels like we've been on the cusp of some breakthrough for years, nothing seems to happen. Your manager, Damion's, laugh cut through your thoughts, bringing you starkly back to reality. You'd grown up with Damion. He was a bully throughout elementary and high school. Fortunately, you'd had a short break when you went to University. But, after failing to secure a decent job with your degree, you ended up being forced to work at your local supermarket, with Damion's harassment once more being part of your life. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/exposition 1.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You had hoped that your time at The University of Belchester would be the time that you could shine and show off your potential. In your opinion, it was still ruled by the confident muscled meatheads which girls seemed to fawn over. Initially, you had thought it was to do with them being better looking than you, though over time, you learnt it was more to do with confidence. Confidence seemed to be the key to life, and it's not something you yet had. Despite that, you were dreaming of a day in which people accepted who you were, and you were popular because of it.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Supermarket 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/supermarket 1.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box damion"><span style="color:#c13729">'Fuck sake! $name!'</span> Damion's voice startled you once again. His tone suggested this wasn't his first time calling your name.</div> He was standing by the phone, looking intently at you. <div class="box damion"><span style="color:#c13729">'Clean up on aisle 6.'</span> He continued slowly and clearly, having got your attention.</div> You look around indignantly at the others in the breakroom. All of who had been sitting around far longer than you. Damion, who didn't seem to care about your protests, continued to look at you until you conceded and got up, ready to do the degrading task. <div class="box damion"><span style="color:#c13729">'Where's your apron? We've talked about this. All employees need to wear proper attire when on the shop floor.'</span> He snapped at you just as you were turning to leave.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Please, Damion, I don't want to wear it! It's embarrassing!'</span> You say a little whinier than you intended.</div> <div class="box damion"><span style="color:#c13729">'I don't want to hear it. Do you remember what Regional said to you when I had to bring it to them last time?'</span> He asked condescendingly.</div> You deflate and begin to head to the cleaning closet.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Supermarket 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/supermarket 1.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box damion"><span style="color:#c13729">'Stop. What did they tell you?'</span> Damion looked at you menacingly.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'That...'</span> You try to ignore the smirks going around the room. <span style="color:#afeeee">'That, I am to listen to my seniors and more experienced and not cause any more trouble.'</span> You recite sheepishly.</div> <div class="box damion"><span style="color:#c13729">'Exactly.'</span> He smiled smugly, satisfied with his victory.</div> You had never thought Damion would go to the higher-ups. But two months ago, you'd been called in front of a panel and reprimanded for consistently being disobedient. Since then, you had technically been on probation, and Damion had been having lots of fun with your predicament. You pulled on the black and white apron, tying a bow around your front, the straps pulled in at your waist, accentuating your slim figure. It almost resembles a maid's outfit, and you're sure it's on purpose. <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/supermarket 3.jpg" style="width: 100%;"></center></div> You had always had a petite figure, and to your irritation, any muscle or fat seemed to gather on your bum and thighs, further emphasizing your small waist and delicate features. Girls that had grown close with you had always referred to you as "cute" or "adorable", which never bothered you too much until you started going to University. To them, you were wonderfully unintimidating, a guy they could talk to about other guys. Though it hadn't concerned you, you had never had a girlfriend or had sex, which you find worries you more.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Supermarket 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/supermarket 2.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/guy.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Cleaning up the spillage turns out to be much easier than you had anticipated. If you were being honest, you didn't mind working in a supermarket. It wouldn't be forever, and in the meantime, you had a lot of time to think and enjoy your own company. Still lost in thought, you idly make your way over to a till, spending the rest of your shift mindlessly checking items out for customers. As you put the "Till Closed" sign out, your last customer is a large man wearing a leather jacket, buying a couple of cases of beer. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Twenty-one pounds forty, please.'</span> You smile politely.</div> <div class="box guy1">The man hands you a twenty and a ten. <span style="color:#5079e0">'There's thirty, keep the change sweetheart, buy yourself something pretty.'</span> He gives you a wink.</div> You freeze, holding the cash in your hand. "Sweetheart?" You weren't sure how to take it, though it was pretty clear that he thought you were a girl.</div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Tell him you're not allowed to take tips]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Tell him you're not a girl]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1//banners/supermarket 3.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/guy.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $tip is 1>>Flushed with embarrassment, you look down at the pink frilly apron. Quickly undoing the ties and taking it off. <div class="box you">The man turns to leave, and you call out after him. <span style="color:#afeeee">'We're not allowed to take tips!'</span></div> <div class="box guy1"><span style="color:#5079e0">'It's a gift, but feel welcome to give it to charity.'</span> He smiles over his shoulder, not slowing down.</div> Still full of embarrassment, you put the change in the charity pot and leave the till. You hurry back to the breakroom, just wanting the day to be over.<<else>><<set $tip to 1>>You open your mouth to say something, but no words come out. The man just looks at you and laughs. <div class="box guy1"><span style="color:#5079e0">'"Thank you" would go a looong way, sweetheart!'</span> He chuckles, waiting for your reply.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'We're not allowed to take tips.'</span> You stammer back, still feeling confused.</div> <div class="box guy1"><span style="color:#5079e0">'Well then.'</span> He takes the ten-pound note back from you before giving you two pounds. <span style="color:#5079e0">'Put that in the charity box. And...'</span> He takes the ten and pushes it down your apron, which you suddenly realise you've been wearing this whole time. <span style="color:#5079e0">'...This is a gift!'</span> He laughs and walks off.</div> Flushed with embarrassment, you look down at the frilly apron. You sit stunned for a second before quickly taking it off, pocketing the money, and hurriedly making your way back to the breakroom.<</if>> On your walk home down dimly lit streets, you reflect on another mediocre day. Despite your current working conditions, you're confident that one day your potential will be realised, and you'll be on your way to a better life. <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'$name?'</span> You hear Adrian's voice from the living room as you kick off your shoes.</div> You take a deep breath and force a more relaxed demeanour before entering the living room. Adrian was sitting in a sleek suit at the dining table in the living room with his girlfriend, Sophie. She was dressed in leggings and a crop top that showed off her tight waistline. They had been going out for two years, and though you were never sure how Adrian had scored a girl like Sophie, they seemed pretty good together.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Home 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1//banners/supermarket 3.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/guy.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You take a second to regain yourself before you respond. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I'm not... I'm not a girl, sir.'</span> You respond.</div> <div class="box guy1">The man looks at you with equal astonishment. <span style="color:#5079e0">'Well, excuse me. I just assumed with the maid's outfit and, well...'</span> He chuckles, looking you up and down.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Hurridly take it off|Tell him you're not allowed to take tips]]>>/<<set $tip to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Tell him that it's company uniform]]>><<set $tip to 2>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/living room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/adrian.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/sophie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah, hey. You alright?'</span> You reply casually.</div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'Yeah, pretty good, you?'</span> He started before you notice Sophie giving him a stern look. <span style="color:#00bb44">'Well, actually, there is something. You want to sit down?'</span></div> <div class="box you">You smile a little uncomfortably before sitting down. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Anything the matter? Something I've done?'</span></div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'No, not at all. Well, sort of. When we first moved in together after Uni, it made sense. We both needed a place to live and, neither of us was settled into a job. I pay most the rent here, which is fine!'</span> He added quickly, looking as uncomfortable as you. <span style="color:#00bb44">'Look, I'm fumbling my words. Me and Soph need our own space and were thinking of finding a new place, but if we did, you'd have to find a cheaper place anyway so, we thought we could just move in here. You could find another place?'</span></div> You knew the truth: when Adrian said "We" he meant "Sophie", and though you had expected this, you had not expected it today. <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'$name? You're not mad, are you?'</span> Adrian asked after a few seconds of silence.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah. Sorry, no, I'm not mad! That totally makes sense! I'm happy for you guys!'</span> You force yourself to smile.</div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'You don't mind?'</span> Adrian asked sceptically.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'No, not really. I knew this would be coming someday soon. You two are so good together and, moving in was inevitable really, so I honestly am happy for you both!'</span></div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'I knew you would be!'</span> Sophie smiles, satisfied she had her own way. <span style="color:#958de7">'Adrian has been so worried about telling you, but I told him this is just the way things progress. You'd be stupid not to know it was coming.'</span> She smiled jokingly, and you smiled back, though somehow you felt insulted.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Home 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/living room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/adrian.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/sophie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'Any idea what you're going to do?'</span> Adrian tentatively questioned.</div> <<if $tip is 2>>You pause, thinking about the day's events. You could go back to the supermarket. If you beg enough, you're sure Damion would have you back. Either way, it was easier not to tell them you'd lost your job. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I guess... I'll stay working at the supermarket just while I get settled. I think I'll look for a cheaper place. I'm not sure I'd be able to afford anything by myself just yet, so probably with a housemate.'</span> </div> <<else>><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I guess I'll stay working at the supermarket just while I get settled. It's not amazing but, it's steady work. I think I'll look for a cheaper place. I'm not sure I'd be able to afford anything by myself just yet, but it won't be forever.'</span></div> <</if>><div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'Why don't you look for a better job?'</span> Sophie interrupts.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'What?'</span> You reply dumbly, caught off guard. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I have been. It's not as easy as that.'</span></div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'Really? When's the last time you had an interview? When's the last time you even applied for a job?'</span> She fired off the questions before you had a chance to answer.</div> She was right. You hadn't done anything in months. You'd just felt so down after a string of rejections that you couldn't find the willpower to go through that again. <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'Sophie...'</span> Adrian started, trying to support you. <span style="color:#00bb44">'Tell $name what you told me.'</span> He gestures awkwardly.</div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'The Uni has an amazing program to help people just like you. I had a friend who was living with her parents, with no job and, she got in contact with the Uni and, now she has an amazing job! I'll give you the info and, all you have to do is send an email saying that you graduated last year and need a job.'</span> She took her phone out, and you heard your phone buzz with the contact info.</div> <div class="box you">Your mind is spinning from the news, and after a few seconds, you reply. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I think I'm going to go upstairs and send a message tonight. The sooner the better, right?'</span> You force a smile before getting up and heading up.</div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'We're going to watch a movie. Join us when you're done.'</span> Adrian says optimistically.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I'll join you when I'm done. Start it without me.'</span> You say down the stairs, going into your room.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Home 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Your room is in disarray, one step away from being a total mess. Though at this point, you didn't really see the clutter. Looking at your phone, you saw you had the details of Melissa Penton. You start to type out the email: <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/home 3.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box cpu"><span style="color:#5079e0">Dear Melissa Penton, I am a graduate of The University of Belchester. I have a first-class degree in Mathematics and Statistics. Despite trying, I have not yet managed to secure a job since leaving University. I am currently working as an assistant manager in a supermarket, though this is only a short-term position. I was told that you might be able to help me get a job that is more suited to my ability. Yours sincerely, $name $lastname</span></div> Pressing send, you begin settling in for the evening, thinking about watching porn or something else to zone out to. You sit on your bed, pick up your laptop and unbuckle your trousers. Your phone rings, displaying an "Unknown Number". <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/home 3a.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Hello?'</span> You say, unsure.</div> <div class="box melissa"><span style="color:#2a6bc1">'Hi, $name? This is Melissa from the recruitment aid department here at The University of Belchester.'</span> A lady answers who sounds barely older than you are.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes... Yes, yeah. Um... I just messaged you. Nice to hear from you.'</span> You say, your mind scrambling to catch up with the quick turnaround.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Home 4]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/airport.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">A male and female air-host greet you as you approach the plane. They both seem so attractive, standing tall with beautiful smiles. You feel like her eyes linger on you as you get closer. You always had been very desired. Well, at least in the confines of your imagination. You had always fantasised about being desired. //Wishful thinking//, you tell yourself, stopping in front of the two attendants, and fishing out your boarding pass. <div class="box guy1"><<if $interview isnot 1>>They stop you as you move to head down the aisle. <</if>><span style="color:#5079e0">'First class seats are upstairs.'</span> He smiles graciously.</div> <<if $interview isnot 1>>You falter for just a second. Instantly, you think there must be some mistake. Quickly understanding your confusion, the man points down to your ticket. <div class="box girl1"><span style="color:#bf00ff">'First-class?'</span> pointing up to a door behind you with a staircase leading up to a higher floor.</div> You feel a little embarrassed as you ascend the stair. You feel clueless and as if they both knew it. <</if>>A curtain drawn back at the top of the stairs reveals a large lounge area. It's furnished with plush sofas and armchairs, all looking like something from out of an advertisement. At the back of the lounge is a fully stocked bar area. It's flanked by two doorways, both with curtains drawn back. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/flight 2.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> A flight attendant emerges out of one of the doorways, her long legs visible beneath her skirt. As she walks, her hips sway lullingly from side to side. <div class="box girl1"><span style="color:#bf00ff">'Your ticket please.'</span> She gracefully holds out her hand, and you comply. After a pause to process, she looks up at you and smiles. <span style="color:#bf00ff">'Welcome to your flight with us today, $name. I'm Angela, I'll be looking after you today.'</span> Her gaze upon you feels soft and comforting. <span style="color:#bf00ff">'If you'll follow me, I'll show you to your seat.'</span></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Flight 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 2/flight 4.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box girl1">She turns, leading you through the lounge and into the seating area. <span style="color:#bf00ff">'The lounge and bar will be open when we reach our cruising altitude, or you're welcome to order straight to your seat.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'... Thanks...'</span> You mumble, taking in the luxury of it all.</div> Entering the seating area, you see about twelve individual booths: all with plush leather seats, plenty of legroom and a large TV. You can't stop looking around, taking it all in, as though you're about to wake up from this lovely dream at any moment. <div class="box girl1">Angela stops in front of a window seat and gestures to the booth. <span style="color:#bf00ff">'Have you flown first-class with us before?'</span> She asks pleasantly.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Wha?.. No, never!'</span> You say, snapping out of your daze.</div> She smiles at your innocence and proceeds to explain all the buttons and services provided by the airline. She leaves you feeling giddy with excitement. Settling into the comfortable chair, you watch the other passengers board and try not to make this look like your first-ever time. Throughout the flight, you don't interact with any other passengers. A few go into the lounge area, and you can hear muted conversations between them. You sit, looking longingly at the curtain separating you from the bar. Its feels as if your mind is spiralling, trying to think of the pros, the cons, and all the possible scenarios of going through beyond the curtain. </div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go through the bar|Brad 1]]>><<set $brad to 1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Enjoy your time here|Flight 3]]>><<set $brad to 0>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 2/flight 2.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/brad.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You're curious as to what it's like, and after watching a movie, to try and take your mind off it; your curiosity gets the better of you. You get up and head for the lounge. You emerge from the relative darkness of the seating area into the warmly lit bar. Music plays softly in the background, and a few people are standing or sitting and having conversations. Immediately you feel out of place with the suits and flashy dresses. You head over to the bar, looking as if you know what you're doing. Accidently, you make eye contact with a friendly-looking bartender who approaches you, even before you've had a chance to look at the cocktail list. You frantically pick up the menu, glancing down at the names of drinks that are so foreign to you. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I... uh... Please may I... have... a...'</span> You stall, trying to save yourself.</div> <div class="box brad"><span style="color:#e7bd42">'Sex on the Beach. And, I'll take another Glen McKenna, neat.'</span> A man's smooth American accent you. As you look up, you see him. </div> He's got a stunning gaze, and while he intently looks at you with his dark eyes, you take in his chocolate-brown hair gelled into a quiff and strong jaw-line. <div class="box brad"><span style="color:#e7bd42">'First time up front with us all?'</span> He asked, still smiling charmingly at you.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh... yeah.'</span> You reply, suddenly feeling shy under his deep stare.</div> You keep having to avert your eyes, constantly needing a break from his gaze. His smell is intoxicating, but in a way in which you just want to keep inhaling. <div class="box brad"><span style="color:#e7bd42">'You're travelling for business or pleasure?'</span> He asks, still looking deep into you.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Business. I'm moving to America to work.'</span> You say, gaining confidence in this conversation. <span style="color:#afeeee">'and you?</span>' You add quickly, not wanting to seem rude.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Brad 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/firstclass.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You're curious as to what it's like beyond the curtain, but your introversion gets the better of you. Instead, you chose to recline your chair, sit back, watch movies and order a few cocktails in your seat. You had your own thrown after all; why would you want to leave it? <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/flight 7.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> After a few drinks, you're feeling a little tipsy and switch to non-alcoholic beverages. At some point during the second movie, you doze off, waking later with the desperate urge to pee. You stumble down the plane and into the bathroom, impressed by how roomy it is. When you finish off, you're wandering back down the aisle when you notice something that stops you dead in your tracks. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/flight 9.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> A stunning girl is on her knees. She's in a white mini dress that crops off around her shoulders. The bottom is pulled up, showing the curve of her hip and the black of her lacey panties. She's focused, moving her head smoothly, up and down, on the cock filling her mouth. Her almost perfectly photoshopped features make you think she had to be a model or something similar. It's such a contrast seeing such a beautiful woman performing such a dirty act. Yet, you can't take your eyes off her. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/flight 10.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> She's so engrossed in sucking the man's cock, that she seems like she's in her own world and loving it. Watching her take the length of the thick cock in her mouth, you can't help but feel a little self-conscious about your own. Yours was probably half that size. You wonder if she would get as much pleasure sucking your cock as she was right now. You swallow.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Flight 4]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/firstclass.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">She adjusts her position and catches your eye. She continues moving her head, pushing his cock to the back of her mouth, staring directly at you. You're not sure what to do while she casually sucks. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/flight 11.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> The guy turns his head, following the girls gaze, right at you. His eyes are dark and stunning, holding you in place. You feel so captivated by him, you can't bring yourslef to even look at the girl sucking his cock. <div class="box girl1"><span style="color:#bf00ff">'Excuse me.'</span> A voice startles you out of the spell, you glance up to see an air hostess smiling politely at you. <span style="color:#bf00ff">'If there's nothing I can help you with, then I'll need you to return to your seat.'</span></div> You pause, unsure if the lady has seen the erotic scene, or just choosing not to. Getting over your shock, you look back at the girl, still bobbing up and down on his cock. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh... yeah... sure...'</span> You say mechanically; before you begin to make your way back to your seat, stealing one last glance at the girl: her mouth still sensually wrapped around the girth of his cock.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/flight 12.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Sitting in a state of bewilderment, the image of the girl sucking the guy's cock, burnt into your mind, the drone of the aircraft feeling almost hypnotic. You can't sleep, remembering her eye's looking directly into yours, forming some sort of connection, while she tasted his cock.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Flight 5]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/firstclass.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You emerge from your sleep to the sensation of someone gently shaking your shoulder. <div class="box girl1"><span style="color:#bf00ff">'Miss?...'</span> There's another shake. <span style="color:#bf00ff">'... Miss?'</span></div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/flight 13.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Blearily you open your eyes and turn your head to the source of the disturbance. One of the air hostesses' is standing above you, smiling pleasantly. You want to correct her use of "miss", but she interrupts your train of thought. <div class="box girl1"><span style="color:#bf00ff">'We are about to begin our descent. I have to ask you to return your seat to its upright position and fasten your seatbelt.'</span> She gives you the same pleasant smile before leaving you to compose yourself.</div> Waking up, you briefly catch the eye of the girl from last night. She smirks before turning away. You're suddenly self-conscious that the air hostess used "miss", and everyone heard. Why hadn't you corrected her? You were too tired to, you tell yourself. When you land, you go through immigration before being escorted to board your next flight. You're directed to a much smaller plane, though you are the only passenger on board. It takes you to a much smaller airport, where you step off the plane directly onto the runway. It's a mild morning. The sun is out but not hot, and the air is crisp. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Arrive 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/flight bar.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/brad.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box brad"><span style="color:#e7bd42">'Hm.'</span> He smirks with a charming half-smile. <span style="color:#e7bd42">'I'm returning from... both I suppose.'</span></div> Your drinks arrive. Yours is an elaborate mix of yellow, orange and red, with a straw sticking out of the top. His is a simple glass, a quarter filled with caramel coloured liquid. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/brad 4.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box brad"><span style="color:#e7bd42">'Bradley Scott.'</span> He holds out his hand, which you reluctantly take. But, instead of shaking up and down, he rotates the back of your hand towards him and nods, maintaining eye contact the entire time. You feel oddly giddy as he does so.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'$name $lastname.'</span> You respond softly, at a loss of what to say next.</div> <div class="box brad"><span style="color:#e7bd42">'So, $name $lastname, you said you were lucky enough to move to the greatest country in the world for work?'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yep, I'm going to be a Data processor and Lab assistant at Noir Institution. They're flying me out today.'</span> Brad raises his eyebrows when you mention Noir Institution.</div> <div class="box brad"><span style="color:#e7bd42">'How funny, I'm a shareholder of Noir Institution. Do you know what department you're going to be in?'</span> He smiles, his accent bouncing and playing with the words.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I... I'm not sure. The lady who interviewed me mentioned Dr Jamerson.'</span> You say speculatively.</div> <div class="box brad"><span style="color:#e7bd42">'Dr Jamerson? The big man himself.'</span> Brad looks impressed.</div> You're not sure why, but Brad's approval of you forms a warm feeling in your chest. You take another sip of the sweet cocktail threw the straw.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Brad 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/flight bar.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/brad.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'You know him?'</span> You ask.</div> <div class="box brad"><span style="color:#e7bd42">'Sure. We've met a few times. Noir Institution treats its shareholders well. And from what I hear, they treat their staff well too.'</span> He gives you a warm smile.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I know. They're the ones who flew me on first-class. I can't believe the luxury of it!'</span> You pipe up, the alcohol lowering your inhibitions, lending you its confidence.</div> <div class="box brad"><span style="color:#e7bd42">'It is nice in here.'</span> He smiles at your innocence. <span style="color:#e7bd42">'I only really tend to fly first-class when my wife's using the jet. I like the company, when I'm not with her.'</span></div> You marvel at how rich he really must be. As you continue your conversation, Brad buys you another drink, and you're getting progressively tipsier and tipsier. Brad's in the middle of explaining the intricacies and skill behind gambling when a stunning European girl walks up and perches herself, resting on his knee. He continues to talk as if she wasn't there. The girl simply sits, listening attentively. You can't help but check her out, even though you try and pretend that you're still listening intently to Brad. She's in a green mini dress that crops off around her shoulders, giving you the view of her delicate neck and collar bones. She has high cheekbones and looks almost perfectly photoshopped. You had no doubt she had to be a model or something of the sort. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/brad 9.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box girl2"><span style="color:#d39db1">'Bradley, darling.'</span> She interrupted, her accent; laced with eastern European. <span style="color:#d39db1">'Are you coming to bed? I'm in the mood for a little... fun.'</span> Her voice was almost whiney.</div> <div class="box brad"><span style="color:#e7bd42">'Sure thing, Sweety-pie.'</span> He says with a wink. <span style="color:#e7bd42">'Let me just finish up with $name, and then, I'm all yours.'</span></div> <div class="box girl2"><span style="color:#d39db1">'Your little boi friend can join us?'</span> She asked, glancing at you, making you wince.</div> <div class="box brad"><span style="color:#e7bd42">'I'm not sure that's really $name here's thing.'</span> Brad chuckled.</div> <div class="box girl2"><span style="color:#d39db1">'Oh, not to join. But maybe, he can learn a thing? If they watch, they can see what it really is like?'</span> She bites her lip and looks seductively at you.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Timidly, take up his offer.|Brad 4a]]>><<set $bradoffer to 1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Refuse his offer.|Brad 4b]]>><<set $bradoffer to 0>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/flight bar.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/brad.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<changeWillpower -2>> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Okay.'</span> You agree.</div> You can't believe you're about to do this. It is easily the wildest thing you've ever even considered doing. It is as if you can feel your blood rushing and your breathing increase. You feel high. Time feels as though it has stopped as you wait for whatever happens next. The girl lets out a noise. Looking at her, you can see she's smiling, her lips pursed, desperately trying not to laugh. After a second, she bursts into laughter, covering her mouth with a delicate hand. Brad is also chuckling, and you can't help but feel overwhelmed with embarrassment. You can feel the heat from your head as you go red. <div class="box brad"><span style="color:#e7bd42">'Sorry, $name...'</span> Brad says when most of his chuckles have died down. <span style="color:#e7bd42">'... I didn't mean to laugh. I don't think either of us were really expecting you to say yes.' </span></div> <div class="box brad">He gets himself together, his face looking more serious again. <span style="color:#e7bd42">'Not this time, but we'll meet again and maybe next time you can join in the fun. Make sure you're wearing something nice.' </span></div> You finish your drink before making it back to your seat. While you're trying to get to sleep, you can't help but think about your humiliating experience over and over.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Flight 5]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/flight bar.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/brad.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I don't know... I don't think that is my thing.'</span> You admit, looking sheepishly at them both.</div> There's a long pause as the two look at you seriously. The girl lets out a noise. Looking at her, you can see she's smiling, her lips pursed, desperately trying not to break. After a second, she giggles, covering her mouth with a delicate hand. You look at them, confused. <div class="box brad"><span style="color:#e7bd42">'People don't really say no to me.'</span> Brad continues in a grave tone.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/brad 3.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh... Sorry...'</span> You feel like a deer in headlights, oppressed by Brad's dominance. //It wouldn't be too bad//, you tell yourself, //it was just like watching porn except in-person//.</div> <div class="box brad">Brad slowly cracks into a smile, breaking his intense demeanour. <span style="color:#e7bd42">'I'm joking.'</span> He smiles.</div> You can't help but laugh nervously, a sense of relief washing over you. <div class="box brad"><span style="color:#e7bd42">'Don't worry yourself about it.'</span> Brad stands and begins to lead the girl out, who's still giggling at their little joke. <span style="color:#e7bd42">'We'll meet again, $name. Make sure you're wearing something nice when we do.'</span> He winks before disappearing into the curtains.</div> You finish your drink before making it back to your seat. While you're trying to get to sleep, you can't help but think about your humiliating experience over and over.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Flight 5]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/airport 2.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">A large black man is standing in front of a black sedan, his arms crossed in front of him. You're not entirely sure what to do, as you reach the bottom of the stairs. He begins to approach you. <div class="box louis"><span style="color:#1565C0">'$name $lastname?'</span> He says, with a voice low, a hint of a French accent.</div> He's "large" in every respect of the word. About twice as broad as you and far taller. He has a shaved head and a well-trimmed circle beard. He smiles as he holds out a hand for you to shake. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/arrive 1.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes?'</span> You respond, reciprocating his broad smile and taking his hand. His hand is massive, totally engulfing yours.</div> <div class="box louis"><span style="color:#1565C0">'Louis Reed. I'm the main driver for your division, and I'll be driving you to the campus.'</span> He says, leading you to the car. <span style="color:#1565C0">'I've already moved your bags to the car, so unless you'd like to quickly stretch your legs after your flight, we can get going?'</span></div> <div class="box you">Thinking about it briefly, you're tired and really just want to get wherever you're going and lie down. <span style="color:#afeeee">'No thanks, Louis. I'm actually pretty tired.'</span></div> <div class="box louis"><span style="color:#1565C0">'Sure.'</span> He smiles again and closes the car door after you before circling around to the driver's seat.</div> <div class="box louis"><span style="color:#1565C0">'Long journey?'</span> He asks as he begins driving you off the runway.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'It wasn't too bad. Could have been way worse.'</span> You respond, returning from staring idly out of the window. <span style="color:#afeeee">'First time I've ever flown first-class. I can't believe how nice it is there.'</span></div> <div class="box louis"><span style="color:#1565C0">'Sure is. The Noir Institution is very kind, and whenever I go abroad on company business, I'll fly first-class too.'</span> You meet Louis's eyes in the back mirror.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Do you get to fly out much?'</span> You ask.</div> <div class="box louis"><span style="color:#1565C0">'No, not really. Both Dr Jamerson and Ms Winters have their own drivers. I only really fly out with Zoey, but she doesn't have assignments abroad often.'</span></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Arrive 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/drive.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Noir Institution sounds pretty big.'</span> You say to yourself.</div> <div class="box louis"><span style="color:#1565C0">'It is.'</span> Louis must have heard and responded. <span style="color:#1565C0">'You'll be in the pharmaceutical department. The smallest; but most profitable department. Dr Jamerson likes efficiency so tends not to like excess. Why have three people do what two can? I assume it's why he's kept his department so small.'</span></div> You take a few seconds to process the information. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh... Who's Zoey? You mentioned her earlier.'</span> You ask.</div> <div class="box louis"><span style="color:#1565C0">'She's the assistant lab administrator and is in charge of participant communication.. Essentially, she carries out Ms Winters' requests.'</span> He replies.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'You know a lot about the Institution.'</span> You marvel at his knowledge.</div> He just smiles back. You find yourself liking Louis; something about him feels comforting, and his friendly demeanour is very disarming. The rest of the journey goes by quickly as Louis lets you rest. On the way to Delmarva College, he points out a few things of interest as you drive around the outskirts of a city. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/arrive 7.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box louis"><span style="color:#1565C0">'... There's a high-speed metro rail in and out of the city. Takes about a half-hour either way...'</span> Louis explains.</div> You continue to drive on past the city, listening to Louis bring up interesting aspects of life. Making idle conversation, he doesn't expect you to continue past a grunt or noise of agreement. At one point, you see the metro rush out of the city and ascend a hill at an incredible speed. The car turns off at a large black engraving that reads: 'Delmarva College: We are the Brave.' You pass through a small pine forest with needles littering the floor. When you emerge on a large clearing on the other side, you get your first sight of the college.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Arrive 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/drive.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">It lies at the base of a mountain. There is a variety of buildings ranging from blocks of flats to what looked like a full-sized stadium. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/locations/delmarva.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box louis"><span style="color:#1565C0">'It's nice, huh?'</span> Louis speaks in a hushed tone; as if not to disturb your bewilderment.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah. It's so... big!'</span> You marvel.</div> <div class="box louis">Louis chuckles, the sound like a low rumble. <span style="color:#1565C0">'It really is! You would have no trouble living here. It reminded me of some luxury hotel resort when I first arrived. It'll be a bit quieter until students return from summer break in a week.'</span></div> Nodding, you take it all in. Louis turns off onto a road that is signed: Noir Institution. At the end of the road is a roundabout, with a large building with black glass and silver beams. The car stops in front of the building, and Louis turns back to you. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/locations/NI.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box louis"><span style="color:#1565C0">'Alright. If you head in, Mia will meet you at the front desk. I'll take all your bags and put them in your new place.'</span> Louis smiles, looking back at you over the driver's seat.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Thanks.'</span> Is all you say, glancing up at the ominous tinted glass; looming above you. A sudden wave of fatigue reminds you how tired you actually are.</div> <div class="box louis"><span style="color:#1565C0">'Hey, don't be nervous. Trust me, we've all been here before. But, I can honestly tell you, the Institution is the best company I've ever worked for. I truly became who I was meant to be here.'</span> His deep voice; softer and seemingly more comforting.</div> You just nod before mustering the strength to step out of the car into the cool mountain air and walk towards the entrance. <div class="box louis"><span style="color:#1565C0">'It was a pleasure to meet you $name $lastname. We will see each other soon.'</span> You hear Louis behind you.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'You too.'</span> You say over your shoulder before entering through the glass doors.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Tour 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/lobby.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">The temperature inside the foyer of the building is pleasantly cool, which seems to change as soon as you cross the threshold. The room is white and warmly lit, with a very minimalistic approach. A circular reception desk sits in the middle, towards the back, and a girl sits behind the desk, focused on a computer. When you get closer, you see she's dressed in a grey and white short sleeved skirt-suit, dark hair tied back into a ponytail, and a pair of glasses perfectly round off her look. She looks up over the rims of her glasses, still lost in thought as she focuses on you, as she gives you a friendly smile. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Hi, I'm $name $lastname. I've just flown in, and I was told to speak to you.'</span> You start, trying to sound professional.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Yes! Hiya, $name! I'm Mia! It's sooo good to meet you! How was the flight?'</span> She surprises you with an extremely bubbly response, contrasting the posh foyer.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh! Um... It was good! Actually, really nice... I'm tired now though.'</span> You stumble, caught off guard by her energy.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'That's nice.'</span> She gives you a bright smile. <span style="color:#de5d83">'I'll be showing you around today, then you have a medical in the afternoon, and then you're done for the rest of the day. I'm sorry it seems sooo busy, but don't worry, I'll get you home with plenty of time to rest.'</span> </div> You can't help but find her demeanour contagious and feel yourself perk up a bit. <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'I love new people coming, and we've had a few! So, I'm just so excited!'</span> She beams while she gets ready, throwing a scarf around her neck and over her shoulder.</div> Mia leads you back out the front, past a few more buildings, all with the same black glass aesthetic. <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'These are all Noir Institution buildings. You'll be in Psychoactive Pharmaceuticals under Dr Jamerson. Someone from his department will show you around tomorrow.'</span> She says, turning and walking backwards in her heels to talk to you.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/locations/stadium.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box mia">She then spins full circle to continue your tour. <span style="color:#de5d83">'Over there is the Diamond Stadium, where the Delmarva Diamonds play.'</span> She grins, pointing to the stadium that you saw earlier. <span style="color:#de5d83">'We're really lucky to have really close ties with the college. I loved college, so many memories. And here it feels like I never left!'</span></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Tour 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/delmarva.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You follow her in silence, feeling overwhelmed but doing your best to take everything in. The campus area is beautiful and immaculately kept; it looks as though it were all new. There are gardens and mini-forests dotted around the campus, making the space feel fresh and open. Mia shows you the sports buildings equipped with a state-of-the-art gym, full-sized Olympic track and a research facility. There's a medical centre, which stands out with its white glass decor. Mia boasts about the plastic surgery department, where people fly in from all over the world to have work done. She reminds you of your medical later today and points out where you need to go. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/locations/medical.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> After, she points out a series of restaurants and a cafeteria area, explaining that there were others. But this would probably be your closest. Finally, she directed you to the living areas, ascending the mountain. The living area is divided into areas. With the apartments at the bottom, more luxurious condos further up, and houses, probably with a stunning view of the valley, at the top. She explains as you walk up the hill; that most freshmen live in the apartments and then move into the city, catching the metro every morning. Generally, staff live in the condos and are offered places in the houses when they've worked for a certain number of years. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/locations/condo.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'So... What do you think?'</span> Mia turns to look at you, stopping in front of one of the condos.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'It's amazing.'</span> You admit. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I still struggle to believe its not a dream. I keep expecting to suddenly wake up and be so disappointed.'</span></div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Isn't it just the best?!'</span> Mia agrees with delight. <span style="color:#de5d83">'Okay. I have a present for you...'</span> She grins. <span style="color:#de5d83">'Hold out your hand and close your eyes.'</span></div> You don't quite know what to think, but do as she says. You feel a cold band wrap around your wrist and open your eyes. You can see a thin, baby-blue band with a small metal clasp on the underside. Confused, you look up at Mia. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Thanks?'</span> You say, waiting for her explanation.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Tour 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/condo.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Relationship Tracker Online@@</span></b></center></div> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Mia White added to your Relationship Tracker@@</span></b></center></div><<set $miarel to 1>><<set $miastat to 5>> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Abigail Winters added to your Relationship Tracker@@</span></b></center></div><<set $abirel to 1>><<set $abistat to 5>> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Sooo, it isn't really from me. Everyone on campus is required to have one. It's like your ID, your purse and your keycard all rolled into one! So, it's literally used for everything! It also syncs with your phone so you know what you can afford. It'll let you into your place and any other buildings. You use it go get food, and use the public transport around campus and into the city. So, never take it off.'</span> She holds up her own white wristband. <span style="color:#de5d83">'Wanna give it a try?'</span> She gestures to the door.</div> You're impressed and take a step towards the door, looking for a place to scan your wristband. When you get to the door, you hear a ding and a click as the door unlocks, shunting backwards about an inch. You turn to give Mia a look of excitement. <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'It even tells the time.'</span> She beams and nods rapidly before following you in. <span style="color:#de5d83">'You're on the second floor. Which, in my opinion, is sooo the better one to have!'</span> Mia says, leading you up the stairs.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'You said that there's going to be a few people starting with me?'</span> You ask as you follow her perfect hips as they sway from side to side up the stairs.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Yeah. There's another boi starting at the same time as you. His name is Oli. He's sooo sweet and adorable!'</span> She says as she stops at your door.</div> Something about the way she said "boy" bothered you, though not enough to distract you from being in this moment. When you get into range, there's a familiar ding and the door clicks, opening an inch for the two of you. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Condo 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/livingroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Stepping into a hallway, you hear the door shut behind you. You walk through the hall into a large open-plan kitchen and living room. A staircase rests on the back wall leading up to a second-floor balcony above the living room. The two far walls are full-length windows spanning both floors, showing a stunning view of campus below you and the city in the distance. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/locations/veiw.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You're stunned by the luxury of it all, unable to believe this was real. You collapse onto one of the sofas overlooking the view. After getting lost staring off into the distance, you get to your feet, using your mustered energy to go upstairs. When you reach the top of the stairs, you're greeted by your new bed. It's larger than any bed you've had before, and its baby blue sheets match your wristband, which is a nice touch. French doors reveal a balcony with a set of table and chairs, next to a hot tub. At the back of the room are two sliding doors and an open door revealing a bathroom. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/locations/bedroom.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Approaching the sliding doors, you open them up, stepping into a walk-in wardrobe. You have to do a full spin to take it all in. It's well lit with tall mirrors, making it look far longer than it is. It's far too big for the meagre amount of clothes you've brought with you, and you wonder how you'll ever be able to fill it. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/locations/wardrobe.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> A few boxes have been left in the wardrobe. Boxes that you assume are your clothes. Finished with the tour, you decide that it's probably best to have a shower first, and then you'll be able to relax before going to your medical. There's also a very large box, that hadn't been with your boxes that you'd left Sophie to send. You see that unlike the other boxes, this one is addressed to you. An excited sensation build up inside you as you have an idea of what's inside. Wasting no time, you quickly but carefully open the box, treating it's content as precious cargo. Inside are <<if $clothes is 1>>several<<else>>a few<</if>> bags all hanging on a pole that goes though the box. <<if $clothes is 1>>You're excited as you realise what's inside. You pull out three suits that you chose. They look good. The fabric is shiney and sleek, and they were totally free. You can't believe that you'd lucked out so much. You also find a note tucked between the suits: <span style="color:#c12a52">'Darling, Here are your suits, I hope to see you soon at Delvarma and good luck with your new job. Best, Alana</span> Next, you decide you need to take a shower. Freshen up after your flight and before your medical.<</if>></div> <<if $clothes is 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Condo 3]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Condo 2]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/bathroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">The bathroom is far more luxurious than you had imagined; it's roomy and has an almost calming aura. You strip off your clothes, leaving them over the marble floor before stepping into the shower and turning it on. Instantly, you have to retreat to a corner to escape the cold water and tentatively adjust the temperature. The large shower head pours water down onto you like hundreds of raindrops, making you shiver with satisfaction. Closing your eyes, you let out a long exhale, almost feeling dizzy as you let go of any tension in your body. You use the provided body shower gel and clean up. You finish up, shutting the water off. Stepping out of the shower, you grab one of the fluffy towels and wrap it around your shoulders. There's a velvety-looking bathrobe you put on once you're dry, and it feels as good as it looks. You step over your travelling clothes and pause. //New place, new me//: you think, scooping up the dirty clothes and meandering downstairs to find a washing machine. <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/condo 3.jpg" style="width: 495px;"></center></div> It takes you a few moments to work out the confusing symbols, but you think you get it, setting it to wash and dry. There's a //click//, letting you know the machine has begun its cycle. You spend a second watching your clothes, slowly rotating in the washer and make a mental note to add a lot more next time. //Part of being a responsible adult.// You smile. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/condo 7.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Back upstairs, you begin finding places for your clothes from the boxes, with the intention of finding something to wear to your medical. You were right earlier; you're almost finished unpacking, and you hadn't even taken a quarter of the available space. </div> <<if $panties is 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Condo 4]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Condo 4a]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Pulling out a note the lies on top, you read: <div class="box alana">'Hey Darling, I hope you don't mind, I assumed, based on what you wore to our little meeting, you would need some casual clothes that fit you well. I even took the liberty of adding a hoodie or two, as I guessed that was your go to statement. I so look forward to seeing you again. Alana 🖤'</div> You can't help but break into a smile as you go into the box pulling out hanger after hanger. The first three bags contain the suits that you tried on with Alana, in various colours. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/condo 6b.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> The next few bags contain, two sets of skinny jeans, two hoodies and a few tops. You hang the clothes up and spend a few seconds admiring them. Excited to try them on, you leave to finish the tour and shower up. Putting the note on the side, making a mental note to keep it, you back out of the room to explore the bathroom.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Condo 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Opening a back pocket of your final suitcase, you take out all your boxers. Emptying them out onto the floor before finding a drawer to put them into. You sit back after you're done, admiring your handy work. <<if $clothes is 1>><div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/condo 8a.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You choose to wear all the clothes picked out for you by Alana. It isn't what you'd normally have selected for yourself, but you're excitd to wear an outfit entirely from a stylist. The jeans are skinny and high waisted which you notice fit you most of all. <</if>>After finding an outfit to wear, you think about killing time. You see your laptop and instantly, a wave of arousal washes over you. You sit, staring at your laptop, but somehow, you can't bring yourself to go and get it. Besides, your medical would be soon, and you didn't want to get caught up in the moment to the point that you lose track of time. Instead, you pick up the TV remote and idly flick through channels. One thing you surmise over about an hour of watching. American TV had a lot of adverts. Not just that, they seemed louder, you almost thought that British adverts were, relatively, quite conservative. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 2/condo 10a.mp4' autoplay loop mute style="width: 100%;"/></center></div> You had to fight the urge to doze off as you sit watching some show that you assume is a rerun. Somehow, fighting it seems to make you feel more tired. You're eyes feel heavy. //You can rest them for just a second//, you think, letting your eyelids close. The sensation is so pleasant. A feeling that you've been yearning for... <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/condo 4a.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You jerk your eyes open, escaping the embrace of sleep. Taking a deep breath of air, you sit upright, trying to stimulate yourself. Sitting watching TV is definitely not the best move. You are better off going for a walk. Looking at the time, you have enough time to go out and get your bearing on campus. When you leave the house, the cool air against your skin feels like a fresh start.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Explore 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/wardrobe.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Opening a back pocket of your final suitcase, you plunge your hand in to retrieve its content. You freeze. Confused by the unexpected feeling of the material. Pulling it out, you reveal a lacey black thong. You're not sure how to react and just sit with a dumb look on your face while you clutch the panties. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/condo 8b.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> After a few seconds, you drop them and go back in, pulling out more pairs of panties; in different colours and styles. Your heart is pounding in your chest as you stare down at your newly acquired stash of panties. It's then that you notice a folded piece of pale pink paper amongst the fabric. Unfolding it, you read: <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/condo 9b.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> It takes you a few to work out what she meant, and then it hits you all at once. In a panic, you rapidly go through your remaining clothes, throwing them in a pile on the floor. She had taken all your boxers and changed them with panties. You don't know what to do. There was no way you could wear panties; There was no way you could wear nothing! You're mind spiralled overthinking all the issues with going commando. A stroke of genius comes over you, and rush down the stairs searching for the boxers you'd worn on the plane. They'd be wet, but at least you'd have something to work with. You're greeted by a slow red pulsing on the washing machine. Your heart stops as you try the door; it's locked. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/panic 2.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Frantically, you start pressing buttons, trying to find a reset button. The screen glitches and then shuts off suddenly. You hold your breath, waiting for some life to return to the machine. After waiting a few seconds, you get the sense that it's died. Instead of panicking, you try to think rationally. There was definitely someone you could call to help with this. You go over to the phone. Thankfully, you hear a list of options, and you pick reception.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Condo 5]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/kitchen.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box girl1"><span style="color:#da96af">'Good afternoon, this is Emma from reception. How can we help you today?'</span> A friendly voice greets you.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Hi. I'm so sorry to bother you. I'm having some trouble with my washing machine. It's died and isn't letting my clothes out.'</span> You say, trying to sound calm.</div> <div class="box girl1"><span style="color:#da96af">'Sure, I'll have someone from maintenance come and look at it... Let me just see what we have available.'</span> There's a pause as you wait for her to have a look. <span style="color:#da96af">'I'm sorry, it looks like everyone is on a job, at the moment. Lester can be with you within the hour.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Um, that might not work. I have a medical examination in just over an hour, so I might not be in.'</span> You reply, debating whether to show up to your appointment late.</div> <div class="box girl1"><span style="color:#da96af">'That's fine. Then I'd like to ask you a few things about the issue, so I can take some notes. Could you start by explaining to me what you saw?'</span> She asks as if reading off a script.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Sure. I put my clothes in, and set it to wash and dry. Then I went upstairs, had a shower, and was sorting my clothes.'</span> You summerise. <span style="color:#afeeee">'When I came back down it was pulsing red. So I tried pressing a few buttons, and the screen went all funny and then just shut off.'</span> </div> <div class="box girl1"><span style="color:#da96af">'That's fine. Do you remember what buttons you pressed to set the machine?'</span> She read the next question.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I'm not entirely...'</span> You start but are cut off by a knocking at your door. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Um, sorry, someone's at the door.'</span></div> <div class="box girl1"><span style="color:#da96af">'Thank you for calling the front desk.'</span> She said before putting down the phone.</div> You go to open the door, wishing you weren't just dressed in your dressing gown and tie it up tighter, just in case. Opening the door, a large dark man; tall, but more noticeably, broad all over. He has a bold head and a full beard. Obviously, he works out, evident from the muscles barely contained by his dark blue overalls. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Maintenance 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/kitchen.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box marcus"><span style="color:#7a942e">'You called about a problem with your washing machine?'</span> He asked, his voice gruff.</div> You feel frozen, intimidated by his presence. He patiently waits as you try to formulate the words. Your aware of the fact that you're just wearing a dressing gown and completely naked beneath <div class="box marcus"><span style="color:#7a942e">'I'm Marcus. I'm with the maintenance team.'</span> He speaks more slowly.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes... It just stopped working.'</span> You manage to get out.</div> <div class="box marcus"><span style="color:#7a942e">'Can I come in? and look at it?'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh yeah, sure.'</span> You answer, stepping to the side, allowing him to pass.</div> There's a moment's pause before Marcus steps past you, having to turn to his side as he does so. There isn't room for two people in this hallway, and you feel his body brush against yours as he passes. Obviously, he's more familiar with the condo than you are, and you follow as he makes his way straight to the washing machine. Getting down onto one knee, he experimentally presses a few buttons with no response. <div class="box marcus"><span style="color:#7a942e">'What happened?'</span> He asks, beginning to remove a panel.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I just set it normally and then went upstairs. When I came back, it was glowing red. So, I tried to push some things and, well... it just turned off.'</span> You explain.</div> <div class="box marcus"><span style="color:#7a942e">'Uh-huh.'</span> He says, clearly not listening to your basic explanation.</div> You stand in silence as he does his job. After a while, he turns to you, an eyebrow raised. <div class="box marcus"><span style="color:#7a942e">'You don't need to watch me. You welcome to do whatever.'</span> He states, an inflexion of judgement in his voice.</div> Embarrassed, you turn to go upstairs, and Marcus goes back to fixing your washer. It's probably best to find something to wear. You pick out your outfit and then sit, debating about what to do for your underwear situation. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Maintenance 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/wardrobe.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You would just go commando, but you had a medical, and it's totally possible they would ask you to strip down, then you'd be in a lot of trouble. Alternatively, you could just wear the panties; that would save you potentially being humiliated. Sort of. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/maintenance 5.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You begin to sort through the pile of panties, taking out any thongs or g-strings: anything that was too revealing. Looking at what was left, you could probably get away with it. A few of them would offer you descent coverage, you think, picking up a pair of grey hipster panties. Surely, it's worth just trying them on. You drop your dressing gown and pull up the panties. The material feels great, and an odd sensation makes your breath short in your chest. You turn and look at yourself in the mirror, taking into account a few angles. It was hard to deny that they really showed off your hips and butt. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/maintenance 6.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> A knock snaps you out of your dream-like state. You pull on your dressing gown and hurry to answer the door. Marcus is still tinkering with the washing machine, and it looks like he's taken the entire front off it. Opening the door, you see another black man dressed in the same uniform as Marcus. He's taller than Marcus, at least a head over you, and his skin is a few shades lighter. His eyes are kind and his entire look is clean and well put together. <div class="box lester">He gives you a wide smile before greeting you. <span style="color:#b22222">'Hi there. You must be $name. I'm Lester, Head Custodian here at Delmarva College.'</span> His voice is playful.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Maintenance 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/kitchen.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/lester.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Lester Brooks added to your Relationship Tracker@@</span></b></center></div><<set $lesrel to 1>><<set $lesstat to 5>> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Hi... It's nice to meet you.'</span> You say, feeling hyper-aware of your dressing gown and the panties beneath it.</div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'It's nice to meet you too.'</span> He smiled. <span style="color:#b22222">'...Can I come in and look at your washing machine?'</span> He says after a few seconds of silence.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh. Yeah, of course, I'm sorry.'</span> You apologise, stepping away through the hallway.</div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'Don't sweat it.'</span> He says, and as he brushes past you, you can smell the sweet fragrance of his cologne.<span style="color:#b22222">'Hey Marcus, what's going on, brother?' </span>Lester perks up when he sees Marcus.</div> <div class="box marcus"><span style="color:#7a942e">'Not a whole lot. I finished a job next door when I saw the work order. Thought I'd drop by, take a look.'</span> Marcus says, giving Lester a fist bump before looking back at the machine. <span style="color:#7a942e">'Same problem as yesterday.'</span> He grunts.</div> <div class="box lester">Lester turns to you. <span style="color:#b22222">'$name. There's a binder explaining everything here.'</span> He glances over at a binder in plain sight on the kitchen counter. <span style="color:#b22222">'Read it. It'll let you know everything you need to know about this place. and then, hopefully, we can avoid little mishaps like this happening.'</span> You both look knowingly at the washing machine. He pauses and gives you a quizzical look. <span style="color:#b22222">'I like the robe.'</span> He compliment.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Thanks, it was the one upstairs. It's so nice.'</span> You stroke your own arm, as if to prove a point.</div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'Do you normally like to wear nothing but a robe around men, while they do the real work.'</span> He asks, his tone suddenly serious.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Say nothing|$maintenance3]]>><<set $maintenance3 = 1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Retort|$maintenance3]]>>/<<set $maintenance3 = 0>>/<</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/kitchen.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/lester.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<if $maintenance3 == 1>><<changeWillpower -2>> <</if>><div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $maintenance3 == 1>>You stand, stunned, your brain hardly able to think quick enough to process what's just been said. There's a moments silence that seems to stretch on for hours. <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'That's what it thought.'</span> Lester smirks and taps the binder, turning back to the job.</div> <<else>><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I have a medical later. I was just getting changed when you knocked.'</span> You say, unsure if you read his tone correctly.</div> <div class="box lester">Lester laughs before turning back to the job. <span style="color:#b22222">'Oh, don't forget to read the binder when you have time; it's important.'</span></div><</if>> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes. Yes, I'll read it.'</span> You say<<if $maintenance3 == 1>> submissively<</if>>.</div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'You can go now. Don't worry about it and let us work. We'll fix your mess.'</span> Lester said, a warm smile still on his face.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Okay.'</span> You<<if $maintenance3 == 1>> barely<</if>> return the smile before heading back upstairs.</div> The further you are away from him, the less it feels as if your head is swimming. Breath returns to your lungs, and you can now take a long, deep breath. You weren't aware of how you felt until you sit down heavily on your bed to recover. Feeling the soft material of the panties, you're reminded of another issue. What are you going to wear to your medical? Glancing at your phone, you notice you don't have too long to decide; you'll have to leave soon to be on time. You can hear the two men downstairs chatting as they work. </div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Choose to wear the panties|Maintenance 5a]]>>/<<set $lester to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Choose to go with nothing|Maintenance 5b]]>><</button>>@@</div><<set $lester to 1>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/wardrobe.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $panties is 1>>You couldn't see much choice. There was no way you could go without underwear and risk being humiliated in your medical. You pull on your other clothes, feeling the slight tightness of the panties as they encompass your little package.<</if>>You say goodbye to Lester and Marcus as you leave, neither of them giving you much of a response past a look in your direction and a grunt. Once you're outside, you're hit by the brisk air. You retrace the route Mia had shown you earlier to the medical centre, passing a few people on your way. A boy, a little younger than you, with bright blue eyes, light freckles across his nose and cheeks, and messy blonde hair. The two of you exchanged friendly smiles, and suddenly you felt much more optimistic about your day. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/locations/medical.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You walk into the large beige medical building. Using your wristband to check in, you are pointed in the right direction by the reception. You're told to take a seat in a waiting area, and it isn't long before a lady in her late-thirties pops her head around the door.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Medical 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/wardrobe.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">There was no way you could wear panties. //You were a guy, guys don't wear panties//, you tell yourself //... even if they were comfortable.// You strip off your undergarments and prepare to leave, ready for any consequences that may entail. //Then again...// You glance back at the panties on the floor, feeling your jeans rubbing uncomfortably against your dick. //Maybe it was just safer to go with something on. You never know what might happen.// </div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go without anything.|Maintenance 5a]]>>/<<set $panties to 0>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Just wear the panties.|Maintenance 5a]]>>/<</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/medical room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/reyamov.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Tanya Reyamov added to your Relationship Tracker@@</span></b></center></div><<set $tanrel to 1>><<set $tanstat to 5>> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'$name $lastname?'</span> Her voice is soft, yet there's a hint of command behind it.</div> You stand and step into the room, closing the door behind you. <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'It is nice to meet you, $name $lastname. My name is Dr Tanya Reyamov. Noir Institution uses my expertise in the psychological field to assist with evaluations such as these, both in the physical and psychological evaluations of staff and subjects. Please have a seat on the examination table.'</span> She introduces herself, giving you a warm smile, putting you more at ease. You detect a hint of an accent, though you struggle to place it; perhaps Eastern-European.</div> Propping yourself up on the table as instructed, you now have a second to get a good look at her. She's wearing a white midi-dress that seems form-fitting as her large tits and wide hips strain against the fabric. Her body seems perfectly proportioned, and you can't help but sexualise her. Her brown hair is perfectly blown out, with her bangs falling over the top of large gold hoop earrings. She has plump, glossy lips and long dark eyelashes. <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'To begin my examination, I will need all your clothes off.'</span> She says bluntly.</div> <div class="box you">You pause. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Everything?</span><<if $panties is 1>><span style="color:#afeeee">'Even my pan... ehm, underwear?'</span> You correct yourself before making a mistake.<<else>><span style="color:#afeeee">'Even my underwear?' You ask.</span><</if>></div> <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'No, of course not.'</span> She dismisses your worry, giving you the same warm smile.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Medical 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/medical room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/reyamov.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">//Yeah... Of course not,// you repeat in your head as you begin to strip off your top layers. Once you're just in your jeans, you pause, summoning the courage to reveal your<<if $panties is 1>> panties<<elseif $panties is 0>>self<<else>> boxers<</if>>. You're not totally sure what you're afraid of. She's a health care professional, after all. You pull off your trousers in one motion, revealing your<<if $panties is 1>> hipster panties<<elseif $panties is 0>>self<<else>> boxers<</if>>, and return to the examination bench. There's a seconds pause<<if $panties is 1 or $panties is 0>> as you hold your breath<</if>>, waiting for the doctor's judgement. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/medical 4 2.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Dr Reyamov simply looks up from her chair, flashes a brief smile, and then goes back to her paperwork.<<if $panties is 1 or $panties is 0>> A rush of tension leaves your body as she appears not to care about your unfortunate position.<</if>> <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'Actually, if it is okay with you, let us start with a verbal examination. I'd like to initially look at your lifestyle before coming to Delmarva. Please tell me about any physical activity you were involved with on a regular basis.'</span> She asks without looking up, finishing her notes.</div> <div class="box you">You thought about it. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Sport was never really my thing. But, I used to walk to work everyday.'</span> You say, a little embarrassed.</div> <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'Oh, what about anything not regularly then. The occasional hike? or a game of anything in the park?'</span> She asked, indicating your response wasn't exactly what she was looking for.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Um... Not really.'</span> You admitted.</div> <div class="box tanya">There's another pause as she records your answer. <span style="color:#856bd1">'That's okay. Remember, I'm not here to criticise you. Just to understand your lifestyle so I can make the necessary adjustments. We will be addressing your lack of physical activity while you are with us here. Next, we will move onto your mental health. Have you ever experienced depression for a period of a month of longer?'</span> She asks, tiling her head quizically.</div> Her eyelashes float upwards as she looks up at you with her brown eyes. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Medical 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/medical room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/reyamov.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'No.'</span> You reply simply.</div> <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'Good. Overall, would you describe yourself as "happy"?'</span> She moved on to the next question.</div> <div class="box you">You felt a little more prepared for this one, primed by the question in your interview with Abigail. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I wouldn't have said I was. I felt like my life was going nowhere, and I felt helpless to do anything about it. But now, I guess, I feel more optimistic, and I have Noir Institution to thank for it.'</span> You smile at her as if to reinforce your newfound happiness.</div> <div class="box tanya">For a moment, all you can hear is the noise of her pen tapping on her tablet as she records your answer. <span style="color:#856bd1">'That is good. The Noir Institution is very involved about upkeeping the wellbeing of their employees. Afterall, it would be a bad business model to produce drugs that can help improve others happiness from a company with troubled employees, yes?'</span> She smiles as she asked rhetorically.</div> You murmur in agreement. <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'I need a few answers about your current diet.'</span> She starts. <span style="color:#856bd1">'Describe for me a normal days meals for you.'</span></div> <div class="box you">You take a second to think. <span style="color:#afeeee">'If I wake up in time I would have cereal for breakfast. If I didn't I'd skip it. For lunch, I'd have a sandwich, ham salad or cheese. And for dinner, I sometimes have instant meals. Sometimes I have frozen chips, chicken and some frozen veg. Nothing fancy.'</span> Your answer feels a bit lame.</div> <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'Do you snack?'</span> The doctor asks while scribbling down your answer.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes. I have a snack before lunch, and usually a few crisps when I come home from work.'</span></div> <div class="box tanya">There's a slight pause as Dr Reyamov furrows her brow. <span style="color:#856bd1">'Oh! Chips. Fries. Crisps. I understand...'</span> She smiles, amused <span style="color:#856bd1">'Sorry, that will have to stop.'</span> She says, more bluntly, before going back to her tablet.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Medical 4]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/medical room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/reyamov.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'Next, I would like to know about your experience with alcohol and recreational drugs. How many units of alcohol would you say that you consumed in a week?'</span> She looked up at you seriously.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh, I'm not sure... Maybe... 4 units? Maybe more, if it's an occasion.'</span> You speculate.</div> <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'That is fine. I will write 4 units for now. What beverage would you typically drink?'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Beer. Mostly.'</span></div> <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'Not beer. Beer is not a good one. In the future, if you must consume alcohol, please have either spirits with a mixer of your choice. Tonic is preferable. Even cocktails possess vitamins. But beer is just empty.'</span> She instructs you. <span style="color:#856bd1">'Please let me know of any recreational drugs you have used? And please, I am not the police. I just need a view of your history.'</span> She asks plainly.</div> <<if $smoke is 1>><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Sure.'</span> You shift uncomfortably on the table<<if $panties is 0>>, reminding you of your naked self<</if>>. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I did used to use weed when I was at university. Not much, though; only a bit every so often. And... I have used a little recently.'</span> You admit sheepishly.</div> <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'It's okay. Here, unlike in England, Marijuana is legal. Obviously, certain strains are illegal, but you already know that.'</span> She looks at you seriously.</div> <<else>><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Sure.'</span> You shift uncomfortably on the table<<if $panties is 0>>, reminding you of your naked dick<</if>>. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I did used to use weed when I was at university. Not much, though; only a bit every so often... Though, I don't know yet if I want to use it again.'</span></div> <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'It's okay. Here, unlike in England, Marijuana is legal. Obviously, certain strains are illegal, but you should already know that.'</span> She looks at you seriously.</div><</if>> You did. Certain strains had been cross-bred with plant species found in the Amazonian Jungle, which could cause powerful hallucinations. More dangerous varieties could induce comas or even death. Suddenly a relatively harmless drug possessed deadly capabilities. It was a major scare a few years ago, but the fear died out over time. The strains with the ability to cross-breed were outlawed, and those found using such strains were charged with possession and intent to cause harm. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Medical 5]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/medical room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/reyamov.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'Good. We just need an idea of your past use. Dr Jamerson has been given permission to work with some of these banned strains, but you'll probably hear more about it when you start work there. I heard you've been assigned to his department; lucky you.'</span> She gives you an impressed look, and you can't help but feel proud of yourself for earning Dr Reyamov's approval. <span style="color:#856bd1">'Now. I would like to complete a few tests for the final phase of your examination. It is a physical examination. I will need you to stand in the middle of the room for me. Arms outstretched to the side, to begin with.'</span> The doctor commands.</div> <<if $panties is 1>>You hop off the bench and suddenly feel the cool air, reminding you of the panties offering you limited coverage. Embarrassment feels as though it causes a knot in your chest as you stand, arms outstretched as instructed. <<elseif $panties is 0>>Slowly, you hop off the bench, your worst fear coming true. The cool air against your bare skin makes you hyperaware of your lack of cover. The feeling makes it hard to put the thought of your nudity out of your mind. Your cheeks burn red with embarrassment, but the doctor doesn't seem to care. Strangely, her indifference doesn't bring you much comfort. <<else>>You hop off the bench and suddenly feel the cool air against your skin.<</if>> A few moments go by as Dr Reyamov circles you, scribbling notes on her tablet as she does. You feel a little uncomfortable like she's judging you as she takes a pace, pauses to write and continues. After a few minutes of inspection, she speaks, still looking down at her notes. <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'It would seem, from a cursory glance, that despite your lack of exercise and poor diet. You have been blessed with good genetics.'</span> You feel the same sense of pride as she compliments you. <span style="color:#856bd1">'That is not to say it cannot be far better.'</span> She adds, dampening your pride a little. <span style="color:#856bd1">'We will need to see fat distribution, and test bloods.'</span> She starts to get out instruments from drawers.</div> Standing in silence, you watch as she pauses and exclaims something under her breath; you assume a curse. <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'I need a new calliper. You stay here. Please stay right where you are.'</span> She commands, her tone turning sterner. <span style="color:#856bd1">'You understand?'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes.'</span> You nod.</div> Obediently, you stand, looking around the room to pass the time. Dr Reyamov's tablet catches your eye on the desk next to you. You can see it's still open, though you're sure that it's supposed to be turned off. You can see that they're notes written by the doctor, but you can't make any of them out from here.</div> <<if $willpower lte -4>><div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Stay where you are|$look]]>>/<<set $look to 0>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<button type="button" disabled data-msg="Your willpower is too low to disobey"><span style="color:#858585">Carefully get a closer look</span></button>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Carefully get a closer look|$look]]>>/<<set $look to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Stay where you are|$look]]>>/<<set $look to 0>>/<</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/medical room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/reyamov.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $look is 0>>From where you are, you strain your eyes, trying to see the content of the screen. You take a tentaive step towards the tablet. You pause, holding your breath, glancing towards the door and listening intently for any sign of her return. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/medical 17.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Looking back at the screen you can just make out the number: <<if $panties is 1>>86<<else>>77<</if>>. You know you need to get closer if you want any more infomation.<<elseif $look is 1>>After a conflicted moment, you take a tentative step forward before going all in and rushing over to the desk. You stare at the notes for a second, trying to make sense of them but can't really make sense of the scribbles. Looking over the screen, you see your surname: $lastname- <<if $panties is 1>>86<<else>>77<</if>>. On the next tab, you see Scott- 91. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/medical 18b.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Looking back over the screen, you see a number in the top right. It's marked: Predicted Compatibility: 86. You make the assumption; that eighty-six referred to the number by your name. This means that Scott must have a Predicted Compatibility of 91. You feel oddly jealous that this other person had a higher score than you. You have no idea what "Predicted Compatibility" could mean. <</if>> A slight clatter in the hallway startles you, and you jump back to the centre of the room, resuming looking around, trying to look as innocent as possible. Dr Reyamov comes in a second later, holding a set of small rectangular devices. She pauses to look at you sceptically, making you feel like she knows you had looked at her tablet. <div class="box tanya">She places down the rectangle and picks up an item that looks like tongs. <span style="color:#856bd1">'These will measure your fat distribution.'</span> She says frankly.</div> Holding the tool against you, she pinches a bunch of your skin on your upper arm, glances down at the reading and records it. She then measures your stomach, chest, and outer thigh. Then <<if $panties is 1>>moves your panties up and<<elseif $panties is 2>>moves your boxers up and<</if>> pinches your bum. You jump in shock as she does so, but she takes no notice, taking the reading and recording it. <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'Thank you.'</span> She says, concluding her test.</div> Next, she has you put your fingers into the rectangle she brought in. You were expecting it to read pulse or something and let out a yelp as a needle jabbed you. Retracting your hand, you look up at Dr Reyamov; she gives you a small empathetic smile at your dismay, and records the numbers from the machine. After she's done, she simply sits down, finishing her note-taking. You stand in place<<if $panties is 1>>, in your panties,<</if>> for a few seconds, waiting for her instructions. <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'Do you watch pornography?'</span> She asks, meeting your eye.</div> <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/medical 22 2.webp" style="width: 495px;"></center></div> Without your consent, your mind is flooded with naked girls, big cocks, moans and gasps.</div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Lie|$lie]]>>/<<set $lie to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Tell the truth|$lie]]>><<set $lie to 0>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/medical room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/reyamov.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<if $lie is 0>><<changeWillpower 2>> <</if>><div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $lie is 0>><div class="box you">The question catches you off guard, and you stand stunned for a second. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I, um... yes, I do.'</span> You admit, as there was no point in hiding it.</div> <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'Do you masturbate?'</span> She continued.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes.'</span></div> A few moments of silence followed, letting your answer linger. She puts her pen down. <<elseif $lie is 1>><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'... No.'</span> You pretend to think about it <span style="color:#afeeee">'No, not really, no. It's never really taken my interest.' </span></div> <div class="box tanya">There's a pause, in which you're sure she's about to call you out, before she continues. <span style="color:#856bd1">'Do you masturbate?'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes.'</span> You admit, not thinking you'd get away with //that// lie.</div><</if>> <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'Good. That will conclude our medical examination. I apologise for the last questions being so personal, and thank you for being compliant.'</span> She said, looking you in the eye. <span style="color:#856bd1">'Your health is important to Noir Institution. So I have the following...'</span> She takes a split second to mull over her words. <span style="color:#856bd1">'... Mandatory recommendations. I have signed you up for a gym sessions every with Coach Nelson. He will decide the frequency of your sessions. Please do not be late, and you will not miss them.' </span></div> <div class="box you">There's a pause, and you suspect she's looking for you to confirm you'd heard her. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I won't.'</span></div> <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'Good. I have also put you on daily supplements. As example: Vitamin C for a healthy immune system. Collagen for better skin. Probiotics for your digestive system. And a few others, Vitamin B12, D3 and others.'</span> She pauses to let the wave of information set in. <span style="color:#856bd1">'You have also temporarily been placed on a diet. We will need to boost your fibre levels and cut out saturated fat for a while until we reverse the damage done by your frozen "chips".'</span> She smiles warmly. <span style="color:#856bd1">'For a while, you will be dairy-free. But, need not worry about any of this. You will not need to monitor anything yourself, you will not have access to anything you're not allowed.'</span></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Medical 8]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/medical room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/reyamov.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'Finally.'</span> She continues. <span style="color:#856bd1">'You will be required to attend a weekly psycological evaluation with me. In our sessions you will be able to talk about anything on your mind, but I will also ask you some specific questions to find your thoughts. Do you have any questions?'</span> She asks.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'No.'</span> You answer, feeling slightly overwhelmed by the torrent of information in your jet-lagged state. <span style="color:#afeeee">'No, I don't think so.'</span></div> <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'Good, then I will look forward to seeing you again a week from today. You are free to get changed and leave.'</span> She smiles warmly before turning back to her tablet and writing.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Thank you, Dr Reyamov.'</span> You say, trying to match her direct tone, but she doesn't hear you, too focused on her notes.</div> You get changed, pull on your clothes and leave in silence. When you get out into the fresh air, it's darker than when you went in. You take a deep breath of the mountain air, clearing your mind of the intensity of your medical. The doctor seemed nice, though she had been assertive. She had done a lot for you and it was all for your benefit.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Cafeteria 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/cafeteria.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">It is almost six, and despite being a little early to eat, you think an early dinner and bedtime would suit you well. Heading into the cafeteria, you scan your wristband at the door and then again at a small panel to the eating area. A message is displayed: <div class="box cpu"><center><span style="color:#5079e0">New Directive... Calculating...</span></center></div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/risotto 1.jpg" style="width: 100%;"></center></div> A wheel spins before the display reads: <div class="box cpu"><center><span style="color:#5079e0">Welcome, $name. Please take a seat. Your evening meal will be with you shortly. You have been placed on a strict diet: Please be sure to eat everything you are provided.</span></center></div> You sit in the almost deserted eating area and stare around the room. It's not long before a young waitress approaches you pushing a metal trolley. <div class="box girl2"><span style="color:#d39db1">'$name $lastname?'</span> She asks her voice; light, like a flutter.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah.'</span> You say, snapping out of a daze you'd lulled yourself into.</div> <div class="box girl2">She reaches into her trolley, pulling out a metal tray. <span style="color:#d39db1">'Pineapple risotto.'</span> Setting it in front of you, she fills your glass with water and a couple of slices of cucumber. You thank her, and she moves to another table.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/risotto 4.jpg" style="width: 100%;"></center></div> The dish looks elegantly presented on a large plate with a lot of negative space. The sight and smell of your food instantly make you forget your fatigue. You take a bite of your risotto, and your mouth feels alive with layers of flavour. The sweetness from the pineapple, and the salty and creaminess of the risotto rice, fills you with a strange happiness. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Cafeteria 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"> <img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/cafeteria.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <p> After a few more bites, you take a swig of your water, trying to savour the experience of your meal. You're surprised at the clean, refreshing flavour, somehow complementing the salty dish. </p> <p> It isn't long before you're finished. You wish there was more, but you were perfectly satisfied. If there had been more, you would have eaten it. You sigh. You'd probably have to get used to this as you were on a diet. </p> <p> You get up to leave, taking your tray to the waitress who's waiting by an open kitchen. She looks surprised as you hand her your tray. </p> <<girl2>> 'Oh! Thank you. You're welcome to just leave your tray on the table.' <span>She informs you.</span> <</girl2>> <<you>> 'That's okay.' <span>You smile.</span> <</you>> <p> On your walk home, you feel overcome with emotion. //This is it! This is what you were meant for.// Truthfully, it was more than you could have ever imagined, and you couldn't be happier. </p> <<if $panties is 1 or $panties is 0>> <p> In your condo, you see that you don't have a washing machine anymore. It's been taken away. You sit back on one of the couches and look at the sun setting over the valley. Still feel the lingerie euphoria, and nothing can bring you down at this moment. </p> <<else>> <p> In your condo, you notice your washing machine slowly pulsing red. You go over to it and click a few buttons. As soon as you do so, the screen flickers and then dies. You stare at it, waiting for it to come back. </p> <div class="image-ls"> <center> <img src="media/chapter 2/panic 2.jpg" style="width: 100%;"> </center> </div> <</if>> </div> <<if $panties is 1 or $panties is 0>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Condo2 1a]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Condo2 1b]]>><</button>>@@</div> <</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/kitchen.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Instead of panicking, you try to think rationally. There was definitely someone you could call to help with this. You go over to the phone. Thankfully, you hear a list of options, and you pick reception. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/key/call.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box girl3"><span style="color:#da96af">'Good evening, this is Emma from reception. How can we help you today?'</span> A friendly voice greets you.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Hi. I'm so sorry to bother you. I'm having some trouble with my washing machine. It's died and isn't letting my clothes you.'</span> You say, trying to sound calm.</div> <div class="box girl3"><span style="color:#da96af">'I'll have someone from maintenance come and look at it... Let me just see what we have available.'</span> There's a pause as you wait for her to have a look. <span style="color:#da96af">'I'm sorry, it looks like everyone is on a job, at the moment. Marcus will be with you within the hour.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Um.. That's okay.'</span> You agree, disappointed that you couldn't just get to sleep.</div> <div class="box girl3">There's a slight pause as Emma waits for any other queries. <span style="color:#da96af">'If that's everything? Thank you for your call.'</span> She says, putting down the phone before you can respond.</div> You sit back on one of the couches and look at the sun setting over the valley. Still feel the lingerie euphoria, though you can't wait for the bed, being forced to stay up is definitely good for your jet lag. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/locations/veiw night.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> A knock at the door startles you out of your daze. You're not sure how long you've been sitting, trapped in your thoughts, but you notice there's no sunlight hitting the valley anymore. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Condo2 2b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $panties is 0 or 1>>You choose to ignore the issue of your lack of a washing machine and the clothes inside it and deal with it tomorrow. Watching the shadows stretch and then disappear, you go upstairs to bed. <</if>>After getting changed and brushing your teeth, you slide into your new bed. You're impressed by the softness of the sheets as you pull them over yourself. Despite your previous weariness, you suddenly feel awake. You need to calm your mind before you'd sleep. You think back to the porn you were just getting into when you were still back in the UK. The last video you watched was of the beautiful redhead being fucked senseless by that big, strong, black man. Your horniness builds as you think back. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/porn3 1.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Though, maybe big, black cock isn't what you feel like, at least not right now. There are plenty of things that arouse you. </div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Watch interracial porn|$bbcporn]]>><<set $bbcporn1 to 1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Other porn]]>>/<<set $bbcporn1 to 0>>/<</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/kitchen.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Opening the door, a large dark man; tall, but more noticeably, broad all over. He has a bold head and a full beard. Obviously, he works out, evident from the muscles barely contained by his dark blue overalls. <div class="box marcus"><span style="color:#7a942e">'You called about a problem with your washing machine?'</span> He asked, his voice low and gruff.</div> You feel frozen, intimidated by his presence. He patiently waits as you try to formulate the words. <div class="box marcus"><span style="color:#7a942e">'I'm Marcus. I'm with the maintenance team. You put in an order about your washing machine.'</span> He speaks more slowly.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes... It just stopped working.'</span> You manage to get out.</div> <div class="box marcus"><span style="color:#7a942e">'Let me look at it?'</span> He says with a hint of impatience.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh yeah, sure.'</span> You answer, stepping to the side, allowing him to pass.</div> There's a moment's pause before Marcus steps past you, having to turn to his side as he does so. There isn't room for two people in this hallway, and you feel his body brush against yours as he passes. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Condo2 3b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/kitchen.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">He's obviously more familiar with the condo than you are, and you follow as he makes his way straight to the washing machine. Getting down onto one knee, he experimentally presses a few buttons with no response. <div class="box marcus"><span style="color:#7a942e">'What happened?'</span> He asks, beginning to remove a panel.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I set it and went upstairs, then when I came back, it glowing red. So, I tried to push some things and, well... it just turned off.'</span> You explain.</div> <div class="box marcus"><span style="color:#7a942e">'Uh-huh.'</span> He says, clearly not listening.</div> <div class="box marcus">You stand in silence as he does his job. After a while, he gets up, turning the machine off from the wall. <span style="color:#7a942e">'It's broke.'</span> He says, picking up his tools.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Wait! You're just going to leave it.'</span> You ask incredulously.</div> <div class="box marcus"><span style="color:#7a942e">'Yeah. It's late and this is my last order today. We've had another case like this recently, manufacture fault, nothing we can do but swap it out for a new one.'</span> He starts to leave.</div> Considering how tired you are, you don't take much convincing. He closes the door behind him, and you look at the washing machine forlornly. You roll your eyes and trudge upstairs, too exhausted to give it any real thought.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Condo2 1a]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <<changeMaleAttraction 5>> <div class="box mini-br-after">You click on one of the icons that draws your eye. Instantly your breath feels shallow in your chest as you're greeted by the sight of a girl facing a mirror, dressed in skimpy white lingerie. The blood rushes to your crotch while you watch her completing her makeup, aware of what's to come. She takes a step backwards and critically observes herself, correcting any tiny detail, perfecting her look. <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/porn3 2a.webp" style="width: 495px;"></center></div> There was no doubt about it; she looked flawless. You were caught in a moment of composure as you watch her admire herself, enjoying her innocence. You follow her downstairs, watching her shapely hips sway gently from side to side. She steps into a living room and interrupts two black men mid-conversation. She walks in front of them, presenting herself with confidence. The men look up at her, as taken by the power she possesses as you are. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 2/porn3 3a.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Porn3 1a]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You scroll past your "Recommended", past tile after tile of black cocks. You click on one of the icons that draws your eye. Instantly your breath feels shallow in your chest as you're greeted by the sight of a girl facing a mirror, adjusting a tight-fitting black dress. The blood rushes to your crotch while you watch her completing her makeup. She takes a step backwards and critically observes herself, correcting any tiny detail, perfecting her look. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 2/porn3 2b.webp' style="width: 100%;"/></center></div> There was no doubt about it; she looked flawless. You were caught in a moment of composure as you watch her admire herself, enjoying her innocence. You follow her downstairs, watching her shapely hips sway gently from side to side. She steps into a living room, interrupting two businessmen, in sharp suits, mid-conversation. She walks in front of them, presenting herself with such confidence. The men look up at her, as taken by the power she possesses as you are.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Porn3 1b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations//park.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Keeping an eye on the time, you wander around the campus, finding the library, a series of small snack shops and the gym. You are surprised by how quiet it is, having expected the bustling din of student life. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/locations/campus shops.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Enjoying the exploration, you turn down a random side alley and emerge to find yourself looking down into a large, green expanse. It looks like a lawn bordering a forest. You walk down some steps, stunned by the beauty of the place. A small way off, a group of guys standing around, boisterously chatting and laughing. It's obvious they're the athletic types. They all have that build, and a few American footballs lie around them on the grass. You skirt around them, not particularly wanting to get involved. One of the figures catches your eye in contrast to the burly men around her. Her black and white skirt suit and her glossy dark hair tied back into a ponytail make her easily recognisable from this distance. Mia seems to be the centre of attention as she flirts with three guys, giggling and gently laying her hand on their biceps.</div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Stay and try to catch Mia's eye.|Mia 1]]>>/<<set $mia to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Leave and go to explore.|Winter 1]]>>/<<set $winter to 1>>/<<set $lester to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/park.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You spend a second watching them, half hoping Mia will catch your eye, so you can make some sort of contact with her. Standing for about a minute, lacking the nerve to simply approach her. Inhaling the crisp mountain air deeply, you turn away. Perhaps, another time, when you have a better relationship with Mia. You climb a set of steps, taking you back into the maze of the campus. <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'$name!! Hey, $name!'</span> You hear the sweet sound of Mia's voice ringing through the air.</div> Turning, you see Mia, carefully running on the grass as best she can in her high heels. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/mia 2.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Are you going to make me walk the whole way?'</span> Mia questions, her tone playful.</div> <div class="box you">You smile back and begin to walk to meet her. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Hey! It's nice to see you again.'</span></div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'I thought it was you! Alex said he saw some guy perving on me and I knew right away!'</span> Mia says, her voice a little short from running.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Wha.. I wasn't..'</span> You begin your defence.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'$name.'</span> She cuts you off. <span style="color:#de5d83">'I'm sooo playing with you right now.'</span> She breaks out into a big grin.</div> <div class="box you">You laugh back. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Sorry, it feels like it's been a long day. I feel like I'm struggling just to stay awake.'</span></div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Aw babe, of course you are! You wanna come meet the guys?'</span> She asks.</div> <div class="box you">You look in the direction of "the guys"; they all look big, loud and intimidating. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Mia, I'm not sure.'</span> You pretend to look at the time on your wristband.</div> <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/mia 5.jpg" style="width: 495px;"></center></div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Oh, stop being a total pussy! Come on!'</span> She burst out, taking you by the wrist and leading you along. <span style="color:#de5d83">'I was supposed to be back at the front desk as soon as I was done showing you around, but as long as you're with me I can't get in trouble!'</span> She smiles, looking proud of her logic.</div></div> <<if $clothes is 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Mia 2a]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Mia 2]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/campus shops.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You stand watching for a few seconds, desperately hoping Mia would glance up and notice you. Before you get to caught up in the fantasy, you turn away, heading back into the campus. It was wishful thinking. //There's no way she would have seen you from that distance anyway//; you think to yourself. As you continue walking around the grounds, you feel a little disheartened. <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'$name $lastname?'</span> You hear a faintly familiar voice behind you.</div> <div class="box you">Turning, you see the tall hourglass figure of Ms Winters. You smile politely at your new boss. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes! Ms Winters.'</span></div> You're taken aback by how stunningly beautiful Ms Winters is in person. The world seems to blur around her as she seductively walks toward you. Instantly, feeling awkward and inelegant in her presence. <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Yes, it's nice to meet you. I'm actually looking for Mia, and if I've found you, it means she's not with you.'</span> Ms Winters deduces. <span style="color:#ac2676">'I don't know if you've seen her recently?'</span></div></div> <<if $willpower lte -4>><div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Tell her.|$tell]]>>/<<set $tell to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<button type="button" disabled data-msg="Your willpower is too low to refuse"><span style="color:#858585">Don't tell her</span></button>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Tell her|$tell]]>>/<<set $tell to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Don't tell her|$tell]]>>/<<set $tell to 0>>/<</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/park.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/reece.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/correy.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Despite feeling like you're being lured into a den of sharks, you're slightly euphoric to have the attention of this beautiful girl. <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Alex, Correy, Reece, this is $name. They're new here and starting at Noir with me!'</span> Mia introduces you in her energetic voice to the three boys she was just talking to. <span style="color:#de5d83">'He needs new friends, sooo, I said that: you're all super friendly!'</span></div> <div class="box correy"><span style="color:#ca4600">'We're not.'</span> One of them says, lying, propped up on his elbows, watching two other guys throw a ball back and forth.</div> <div class="box reece"><span style="color:#fe5800">'We are, really.'</span> The guy next to him laughs and gets up. He's shirtless, and each of his muscles seems perfectly defined. He towers at least a head over you, looking down on you with his good looks. He has short, wavey blonde hair and features that look as if they were meant to be in a catalogue.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/mia 7.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box reece"><span style="color:#fe5800">'I'm Reece.'</span> He smiles a boyish smile. <span style="color:#fe5800">'Don't mind Correy, he's just cranky cos.. well, he just can't help it!'</span> Reece laughs as Correy flashes a look of irritation.</div> <div class="box alex"><span style="color:#a23800">'Alex.'</span> An athletic black guy says, sprawled out in a similar position to Correy.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I'm $name.'</span> You say, your voice sounding quieter than you meant it. <span style="color:#afeeee">'It's nice to meet you all.'</span></div> <div class="box reece"><span style="color:#fe5800">'You're English!'</span> Reece exclaimed happily. <span style="color:#fe5800">'Amazing! You have the cutest accent.'</span> He laughed, sitting next to his friends.</div> <div class="box you">You're not sure how to react to the compliment. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Thanks.'</span> You reply for the sake of saying something.</div> Mia kneels delicately on the grass next to them, and you sit in a gap between them. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Mia 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/park.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Ooh, nice jeans, by the way. They look absolutley perfect on you! Better than what you showed up in today! Are they designer?'</span> Mia asks, checking out your outfit as you walk. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I think so...'</span> You trail off, looking for some indicator to answer her question.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'I find jean shopping sooo difficult! It's so hard to find something that's long enough, the right width, and fits everything. And then, when you do... Your butt looks sooo flat! You'll need to take me shopping sometime, help me out.'</span> She giggles, bumping you gently with her shoulder.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/mia 7a.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I wish I was. This whole outfit was chosen for me by a stylist!'</span> You say, shrugging.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Oh my god! What! You have a personal stylist?! That's so crazy!'</span> Mia bursts out.</div> <div class="box you">You laugh. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I guess! I mean she's not really my personal stylist. She has offered free clothes in exchange for some modelling.'</span> You can't help but brag slightly.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'God, that's so unfair! I would kill to have that deal!'</span> Mia is almost skipping with excitement.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah, I lucked out with that one!'</span> You grin happily.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Mia 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/park.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/reece.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/correy.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Sooo, the guys are all here for pre-season training, which is great because I've been kinda lonely without them around.'</span> Mia laughs.</div> <div class="box alex"><span style="color:#a23800">'Damn, Mia, you are good company! You work so hard to make time for us.. and fit us all in.'</span> Alex grins. <span style="color:#a23800">'$name, how do you like Mia so far?'</span></div> <div class="box mia">You look at Mia, feeling yourself blush just slightly. <span style="color:#afeeee">'She's nice.'</span> You say, aware of your awkwardness. <span style="color:#afeeee">'It's nice to know someone so friendly, especially since I don't know anyone here yet.'</span></div> <div class="box reece"><span style="color:#fe5800">'You know us.'</span> Reece smirks. <span style="color:#fe5800">'You can hang out with us... Right, Correy?'</span></div> <div class="box correy"><span style="color:#ca4600">'Sure. Do what you like.'</span> Correy barely looks up, bored by your company. <span style="color:#ca4600">'Do you do anything fun $name? You'll need to if you're going to stick around, or else we might get bored of you.'</span></div> <div class="box reece"><span style="color:#fe5800">'Don't be such an asshole.'</span> Reece comes to your rescue. <span style="color:#fe5800">'... Question still stands, though: What do you do for fun. $name?' </span></div> <div class="box alex">Alex laughs. <span style="color:#a23800">'Like Mia here! When we first knew her she was just the boring receptionist.'</span></div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'I was not!'</span> She snaps in defence.</div> <div class="image-pt"><center><video src='media/chapter 2/mia 13.mp4' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> <div class="box correy"><span style="color:#ca4600">'You weren't?'</span> Correy asks knowingly.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'I wasn't boring! You guys are just wild! I was just a little more sheltered when I first came.'</span></div> <div class="box alex"><span style="color:#a23800">'And now you take dick like a champ!'</span> Alex bursts into laughter, fist-bumping Correy.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Oh my god, what the fuck, guys!!'</span> Mia exclaims.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Mia 4]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/park.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/reece.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/correy.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box alex"><span style="color:#a23800">'I remember!...'</span> Alex says between laughs. <span style="color:#a23800">'When you first started here... Your skirt went down to your knees, and now... I can see your slutty little panties whenever you lean forward.'</span> You can't help but try and steal a peek, and sure enough, a cute white thong is on clear display as her skirt has ridden up from kneeling down.</div> <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/mia 15.jpg" style="width: 495px;"></center></div> <div class="box mia">Mia quickly pulls it down. <span style="color:#de5d83">'Oh my god! $name! Come on, it's sooo time we left anyway!'</span></div> You stand as Mia storms off, Alex and Correy still in fits of laughter. <div class="box reece"><span style="color:#fe5800">'See you around, $name.'</span> Reece says as you turn to catch up with Mia.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'You okay?'</span> You ask after a few moments of silence.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'They can be such dicks sometimes.'</span> Mia says. <span style="color:#de5d83">'They're nice guys though. They just take jokes too far.'</span> She smiles, returning to her usual self. <span style="color:#de5d83">'Plus, I definitely have to get back to reception; people might have noticed I'm gone.'</span> She gives you a weird look. <span style="color:#de5d83">'Aren't you supposed to be at your medical soon?'</span></div> You look at the time; you were meant to be there 5 minutes ago. Roughly retracing your steps, you run, hoping to see something you recognise. Catching sight of the medical building down an alley.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Late]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/medical.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/reyamov.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Tanya Reyamov added to your Relationship Tracker@@</span></b></center></div><<set $tanrel to 1>><<set $tanstat to 5>> <div class="box mini-br-after">You burst into the large beige medical building. Checking in, you are pointed in the right direction by the reception. You're told to sit in a waiting area, gasping as you try to get your breath back. It isn't long before a lady in her mid-forties pops her head around the door. <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'$name $lastname?'</span> Her voice is soft, yet there's a hint of command behind it.</div> You stand and step into the room, closing the door behind you. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/locations/medical room.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I'm so sorry I was la...'</span> You start.</div> <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'There is no need for that. It is nice to meet you, $name $lastname.'</span> She dismisses your apology, beginning as if nothing were the matter. <span style="color:#856bd1">'My name is Dr Tanya Reyamov. Noir Institution uses my expertise in the psychological field to assist with evaluations such as these both in the physical and psychological evaluations of staff and subjects. Please have a seat on the examination table.'</span> She introduces herself. You detect a hint of an accent, though you struggle to place it; perhaps Eastern-European or Russian.</div> Propping yourself up on the table as instructed, you now have a second to get a good look at her. She's wearing a white midi-dress that seems form-fitting as her large tits and wide hips strain against the fabric. Her dark brown hair is cut into a bob, with her bangs falling over the top of large gold hoop earrings. She has plump, glossy lips and long dark eyelashes. <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'To begin my examination, I will need all your clothes off.'</span> She says bluntly.</div> <div class="box you">You pause. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Everything? Even my underwear?'</span> You correct yourself before making a mistake.</div> <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'No, of course not.'</span> She abruptly dismisses your worry.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Medical 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/campus shops.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $tell is 0>><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Not... Recently.'</span> You lie, not wanting to get into any office drama before you've even started.</div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'That doesn't matter.'</span> She pauses, looking you up and down. <<if $clothes is 1>><span style="color:#ac2676">'This would be much better if you were wearing something more professional. Though your outfit does seem well thought through, it'll have to do. Come with me, please.'</span> She turns to leave.<<else>> There's a bit of an awkward moment as she thinks, clearly not happy with your look. <span style="color:#ac2676">'I suppose there's nothing we can do about it now. Something will have to be done about the way you look in the future, but you'll have to do for now.'</span> She turns to leave.<</if>></div><<elseif $tell is 1>><div class="box you"><<if $sub gt 5>><span style="color:#afeeee">'She was on the grass field.'</span> You answer without thinking.<<else>>You pause, not knowing whether to get involved with the office drama. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I did see her. She was in a field. But, I didn't stay for long.'</span> You decide to answer, gesturing from where you'd just been. She was your boss after all and she had asked you a direct question.<</if>></div><</if>> <div class="image-pt"><center><video src='media/chapter 2/winter 3.mp4' autoplay loop mute style="width: 100%;"/></center></div> <div class="box abigail">She spends a second thinking before answering. <span style="color:#ac2676">'That doesn't matter.'</span> She looks you up and down. <<if $clothes is 1>><span style="color:#ac2676">'This would be much better if you were wearing something more professional. Though your outfit does seem well thought through, it'll have to do. Come with me, please.'</span> She turns to leave.<<else>> There's a bit of an awkward moment as she thinks, clearly not happy with your look. <span style="color:#ac2676">'I suppose there's nothing we can do about it now. Something will have to be done about the way you look in the future, but you'll have to do for now.'</span> She turns to leave.<</if>></div> <div class="box you">You hurry to catch up with Ms Winters, who is already a few paces ahead. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Actually, Ms Winters. I have a medical exam starting soon. So, I'm not sure I have time.'</span> You explain.</div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'With Dr Reyamov? You can be late for that. Either way, this won't take too much time.'</span> She scans her wristband, and you enter a warmly lit lobby.</div> You follow her down a series of corridors. She leads you through a set of double doors that reads "Custodians" and into a reception area. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/winter 6.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Is he in?'</span> Ms Winters asks the girl behind the desk without stopping for a response.</div> <div class="box girl4"><span style="color:#bc6a89">'He is, but he's just got in and has asked not to be disturbed!...'</span> The girl responds hurridly.</div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Typical.'</span> Ms Winters responds and walks straight through another set of doors.</div> A tall black man with neatly kept hair and kind eyes is sprawled out on one of the sofas, his phone in one hand. To you, he actually looks a little out of place in the posh-looking office. He was dressed in blue overalls, half pulled down and tied around his waist, revealing a plain red T-shirt.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Winter 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/lesters office.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/lester.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Lester Brooks added to your Relationship Tracker@@</span></b></center></div><<set $lesrel to 1>><<set $lesstat to 5>> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box lester">He grins when he sees who it is. <span style="color:#b22222">'Abi! Nice to see you down here. Social visit?'</span></div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Lester. You know exactly why I'm down here. Why has the installation of our sensory deprivation room been pushed back another two weeks?'</span> She asks, her voice scarily calm.</div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'Hm... Coach Nelson has new equipment coming in and wanted us to check his gym over before the season starts. Make sure nothing is holding his team back.'</span> Lester shrugs as if it were out of his control.</div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Obviously.'</span> Ms Winters smiles politely, making you feel awkward standing behind her. <span style="color:#ac2676">'I don't actually care about Coach Nelson's team being "held back". We can't afford for this project to be pushed back, so you'll need to find a way to instal our equipment, or I'll have an outside team come in and I'll bill it to your department. It would be a shame to have such an expense in your books before the academic year has even begun.'</span> Ms Winters smiles again.</div> There's no emphasis in her voice. She speaks steadily and particularly. Which, to you, seems far more threatening. <div class="box lester">Lester sighs, the playfulness gone from his demeanour. <span style="color:#b22222">'I'll see what I can do.'</span></div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Thank you, Lester.'</span> Ms Winter nods graciously before heading back out.</div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'Come back soon, Abs!</span> <<if $clothes is 1>><span style="color:#b22222">And bring your boi back with you, I'd love to get to know them more personally!'</span><<else>><span style="color:#b22222">And bring that other, cuter, assistant with you next time!'</span><</if>> Lester's voice follows you out.</div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Thank you for joining me. I had wanted to use Mia and her big Bambi eyes to follow me around: giving me an air of power. I feel your presence worked even better. Don't underestimate how much women are underestimated in the workplace.'</span> She says as the two of you walk out.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Winter 4]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/lesters office.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/lester.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh, thank you.'</span> You respond. <span style="color:#afeeee">'and I was going to say earlier: Thank you for giving me the opportunity with this job.'</span></div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'You're welcome.'</span> She says again as you step back into the open air. <span style="color:#ac2676">'But, it isn't necessary. You have a lot of potentials to fit in well, even if you don't see it. I just hope you won't be a disappointment to me and not show what you have to offer.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I won't! This is a chance I've been waiting for, and I'll make sure I excel!'</span> You reassure her, not that she needs it.</div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'I'm sure you will. Now, you mentioned that you have a medical soon. If you leave now, you shouldn't be too late. Thank you again for your help today. I'll see you tomorrow.'</span> She says and turns, leaving you in a dazed state with her elegance.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 2/winter 13.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> When her effect has worn off, you check your watch. You turn and begin to run. You're still going to be late, but hopefully not too late.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Late]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/dtd logo.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Before we get into this, mind letting me know your name: <<textbox "$name" "Ash">> Your last name?: <<textbox "$lastname" "Taylor">> ... And just for the fun of it, what would a girly twist of your name be?: <<textbox "$girlyname" "Ashley">> Oh! And finally, just out of interest, what would you want your name to be if you were a girl?: <<textbox "$girlname" "Ashley">></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Exposition]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/dtd logo.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Decent to Depravity is a work of adult fiction and contains adult imagery and themes. It should not be played by anyone under the age of 18. If your local jurisdiction's minimum age for adult content is over 18, you must be at least the required minimum age or older to continue. If not please refer to the small red X in the corner of your screen, it will direct you to where you should be... This is a work of fiction; any resemblance to actual persons, places, or events is unintended. All characters in the game are fictional too. All coincidence with reality is random. All characters in this game are fictional and any similarities to any persons living or dead are purely coincidental. All explicit images are performed by consenting adults aged 18 or older. Images are for illustrative purposes only. If you have any feedback, either positive or negative, please consider joining the <a href="https://discord.gg/4gyq86M3" target="_blank">Discord</a>.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[I am the legal age to view adult content in my country|Instructions]]>>/<<set $panties to 2>>/<</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Both men stand to greet her, and she smiles bashfully. They take slow steps towards her, boxing her between their large frame, demonstrating the stark difference in size. The small, blonde girl, dressed in white lingerie, towered over by the two men as they begin to remove layers, exposing dark skin rippling with muscles. When they're standing in their boxers, they stand up tall, letting her finish undressing them. Their large cocks spring free as, one at a time, she pulls their boxers down. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 2/porn3 4a.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> You can see her swallow as she wraps her slim fingers around their cocks, gently bringing them to life. Grabbing your dick and beginning to work it between your fingers, you can't help but compare yourself to the two substantial cocks on your screen. They're so thick, so... meaty, and hard; you seem to lack that.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Porn3 2a]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">When they are fully erect, she eagerly drops down to her knees, bringing her face to face with their twitching members. The men give each other approving looks at her obvious eagerness. She wastes no time opening her mouth wide to encompass the full width of one of the man's member while her small hand diligently worked on the other. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 2/porn3 7a.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> You feel overcome by arousal watching her hungrily suck on one black cock, alternating every so often. She makes frequent eye contact with each of the men while their dick fills her mouth, looking for their approval. Their cocks push further into her mouth as she gets braver, willing to suck them deeper. She leaves a sheen of her saliva and uses it to stroke them when she switches her attention to the other man.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Porn3 3a]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">One of the men wraps his hand around the back of her head, preventing her escape. As she sucks deeper, he pulls her on her head, penetrating her throat. You watch her eyes water up as she looks up at him, awaiting his permission to break free. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 2/porn3 9a.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> You let out a quiet moan of pleasure as he finally releases her, and she pulls back, strings of saliva still connecting her mouth to his cock. They don't give her a break, one of the men positioning the girl on all fours while the other sits back, pulling her mouth back onto his cock. The man standing behind pauses for just a second. The girl's face relaxes, lulled into a false sense of security before he rams the length of his cock into her asshole. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 2/porn3 10a.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> Her squeal of pleasure feels as though it brings you to the edge. You slow yourself down, trying not to cum while you watch her wide eyes lit up with bliss.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Porn3 4a]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">She diligently tries to suck the cock before her but struggles as, with each thrust, her body is jolted forward. Your mind is overcome by the sound of her moans every time he fills her ass with his cock. You have to squeeze your dick, trying to control yourself. The guy picks her up by her hips, the black fingers contrasted against her pale skin. He uses his grip to rapid pushes his cock in and out of her tight asshole. Her eyes roll into the back of her head as she gives up on using her mouth. You feel in a losing mental battle, the sounds of her pure ecstasy dominating your mind. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 2/porn3 12a.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> You can't help it. Watching her beautiful body jolt with each thrust, hearing her sensual screams of pleasure, you can't help but bring yourself over the edge. You feel irritated with yourself, sad that you couldn't see the rest of the scene. Admittedly, there was nothing you could have done, you think as the energy leaves your body. <div class="image-pt"><center><img src='media/chapter 2/porn3 13a.webp' style="width: 100%;"/></center></div> Your vision swims as you watch her sensually clean the cum off her fingers, fading to black.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Morning3 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Sitting between them, you watch as she flirts and giggles with the men. All the attention is on her as she laps up every word. You watch intently as one of the men lays a hand lightly on her knee. As he moves his hand up her thigh, she slowly parts her legs, giving access to her panties. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 2/porn3 4b.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> The man pulls her panties to one side while the other lays a finger on her pussy. Her reaction is immediate. You hear the sharp gasp of hair, and her body jolts as if it's been shocked. She begins to kiss the men, and you hear the sensual smack of their lips as they briefly part. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 2/porn3 5b.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> As the men begin to finger her, she writhes and moves her body up and down, seemingly unable to control herself. You can't help but grab your dick and start playing with it, listening to her reaction to each touch.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Porn3 2b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">While they play with her, she strips them down, caressing their muscled bodies as she does. She drops onto her knees in front of them, taking each of their growing cocks in her petit hands. Now, you see how they respond as her delicate fingers bring their dicks to life. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 2/porn3 6b.webp' style="width: 100%;"/></center></div> You can't help but compare yourself to the large phalluses on your screen. Her entire hand barely wraps around half of their shafts, whereas you're grabbing your dick between your thumb and finger. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 2/porn3 7b.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> Once they were hard, both men stood up, towering over her as the girl knelt, looking up at them with an innocent expression. One man pushes his cock towards her mouth, and she eagerly opens wide to receive it, pushing it to the back of her mouth.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Porn3 3b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">After a few seconds, she shifts to the other man, a spindle of saliva still connecting her mouth to the previous cock. She pushes the other man's cock deep into her mouth, looking up at him for his approval. The men take turns using her mouth, pushing their cocks further and further into her mouth. From her moans, you don't doubt that she's loving every moment of it. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 2/porn3 9b.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> One of the men put her onto her back, exposing her to them. There's a moment's pause as the two look at each other before the man pushes his cock deep into her asshole. She cries out with pleasure and continues to moan as the man thrusts his cock deeper and deeper into her ass.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Porn3 4b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">He fucks her hard, forcing screams from her. He lifts and turns her, his cock still rammed into her asshole. The other man lies beneath her, and she's dropped onto him. They barely give her a moment to recover before her pussy is filled too. She squeals, her eyes rolling back while her body trembles. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 2/porn3 10b.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> You watch as they increase their pace, forcing screams of pleasure from the girl. The men thrust their cocks deep and deeper into her. Zooming in, you see almost their entire shafts stretch her holes. You bring yourself closer and closer to climax, captivated by the lustful scene. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 2/porn3 11b.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> In unison, the two men stand, lifting the girl into the air and dropping her onto their cocks. Her head flicks backwards, and she cries out inaudibly, the men's dicks deeper in her than they've been before. They give her a moment to recover before they pull out of her and ram themselves back in, letting her weight do most of the work. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 2/porn3 12b.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Porn3 5b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">She sticks her tongue out, clearly unable to process the feeling of ecstasy coursing through her body. The men pound her over and over, making her body shake violently as her eyes roll back, blissful tears rolling down her cheeks. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 2/porn3 13b.webp' style="width: 100%;"/></center></div> Both men seem close, and they drop her to the ground. She falls to her knees and quickly kneels at their feet, tipping her head back, eagerly awaiting her prize. Out of breath, she pants, her tongue out, as the men begin to cum onto her pretty face, in her mouth, and down her dress. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 2/porn3 14b.webm' autoplay loop muted style="width: 100%;"/></center></div> As you watch the man cum over her slutty body, you can't help it. Watching her accept loads of cum over her, you bring yourself over the edge. Waves of pleasure pulsing through your body, your breath catching in your chest. When they seem finished, she diligently uses a finger to mop up the cum that missed her mouth. Licking her cum covered fingers clean with delight. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 2/porn3 15b.webp' style="width: 100%;"/></center></div> Your vision swims as you watch her sensually clean the cum off her fingers, fading to black.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Morning3 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">The sharp sound of your alarm pierces you deep in your sleep. Lazily, you throw an arm over to silence it. You fight the urge to let your eyes close and fall back to sleep. It's your first day, and you have no idea what to expect. You sit up, the weight of your body resisting your command. Guessing from the condensation buildup on the window, it's cool outside. Stumbling to the bathroom, you begin your morning routine. Splashing water on your face, you force yourself to wake up. <<if $clothes is 1>>You can't help but get excited when you put on your new clothes chosen by a professional stylist. The lighting in the wardrobe flatters you, showing off the quality of your suit. A sense of confidence builds as you slowly turn and you find it hard to take your eyes off yourself. <<else>>You get dressed into your new suit though it doesn't appear anything close to how it looked when you were with Alana. Looking yourself up and down, you're intently aware of the creases and folds exhibiting the looseness of the material. //Perhaps it was just Alana's opinion sticking with you, and it wasn't as noticeable as you thought//.<</if>> <<if $clothes is 1>><div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 1/stylist 5.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div><<elseif $clothes == 0>><div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 1/stylist 8b2.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div><</if>> Leaving your condo, you pack your laptop into a shoulder bag, just in case you need it. You stumble down the stairs two at a time. A sense of bewilderment fills you as you close your front door behind you for the first time. You're surprised at how mild the air seems, and the sun is a pleasant temperature on your walk to the cafeteria. You can't help but think, over and over, about what your first day will entail. The cafeteria is busier than the evening before. A low murmur of conversation hums as you take a seat, and it's not long before your food comes to your table. A fancily laid out pot of what appears to be yoghurt, fruit and granola. Next is a glass of water and a small container with 6 pills, all varying in shape and colour. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/pills.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> In your slightly delirious state, you look at the pills. These must be the supplements Dr Reyamov had referred to in your medical. </div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Choose to take the pills|Morning3 2]]>>/<<set $pills to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Choose not to take the pills|Morning3 2]]>>/<<set $pills to 0>>/<</button>>@@</div> <<set $state to 'Healthy'>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/cafeteria.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $pills is 1>>Without much thought, you throw them all back in one go, chasing them down with a large swig of water. Your meal, once again, is delightful. The granola's crunch perfectly compliments what you first thought was yoghurt, but now think otherwise; it's far silkier and seems lighter.<<else>>Casually looking around, you see a few others swallowing their pills.<<if $willpower gte 8>> Not entirely sure why, you discreetly pocket the pills and take a large swig of water to complete the deception.<<set $hidepills to 1>><<else>><<set $hidepills to 0>> Not entirely sure why, you don't particularly want to take them. Instead you take a final swig of water, and get up to go.<</if>><</if>> <<if $pills == 0>>Your meal, once again, is delightful. The granola's crunch perfectly compliments what you first thought was yoghurt, but now think otherwise; it's far silkier and seems lighter. <</if>>Leaving, you can't help but feel as though you've just eaten at a lavish hotel's breakfast bar. Content, you feel happy to start your day<<if $pills is 0>>, clutching the pills, still unsure what prompted you not to just take them. You throw the handful into the first bin you find, ditching the evidence.<<else>>. You inhale the cold ourside air, looking around at your new surroundings, the world feeling bigger and brighter than it had felt in your old life.<</if>> //It's not exactly how you had wanted to start your first day//, you think to yourself as you begin your ascent to the Noir Institution buildings. You follow a beautiful girl up the hill, her hair flowing behind her as her hips sway lullingly from side to side. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/morning3 5.gif' style="width: 100%;"/></center></div> <<if $panties is 1>> As you take longer strides, the unfamiliar feeling of your panties pulling slightly against your butt. <<elseif $panties is 0>>As you take longer strides, you can feel the loose genitals rub uncomfortably against the fabric of your trousers. <</if>><<if $lester == 1>>On your way into the building, you see a clean white truck parked, the engine still ticking slowly as it cools. Two men unload large, oddly shaped boxes from the back. Lester sees you and smirks when he recognises you. <<else>>Checking your wristband, you see you're early. You take the time to turn around, admiring the tranquillity of the campus below you. Mist recedes up the side of the mountain, the picturesque scene in front of you forcing you to take a breath and settle yourself, ready for your day.<</if>></div> <<if $winter == 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Morning3 3]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|NI 1]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/NI.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/lester.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'If it isn't Abi's obedient puppy! Come to watch the real men work?'</span> He teases.</div> You awkwardly pause, not knowing how to respond. <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'I'm just playing.'</span> He says with a warm smile. <span style="color:#b22222">'I hadn't seen you around before yesterday. You new here?'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'It's my first day today.'</span> You answer, still unsure of him.</div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'You're going to be working for Abi? Oh sorry, Ms Winters, to you.'</span> He says mischievously.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I'm not sure. She hired me, but I don't know if I'm actually working for her.'</span> You reply truthfully.</div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'If Abi was the one interviewing, I'd guess you'd be in the Docs team.'</span> Lester thinks aloud. <span style="color:#b22222">'They're both strict, the Doc and Abi. So, when you meet them, don't speak unless spoken to. And, they'll appreciate being called Sir and Miss.'</span> He says insightfully.</div> <div class="box you">You're slightly taken aback by Lester's helpfulness. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Thank you.'</span> You say sincerely. Taking the information in.</div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'Mind getting me a coffee while I work? There's a machine inside.'</span> Lester asks more gently.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Um... Yeah, of course.'</span> You say, turning to enter the building.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Morning3 4]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/lobby.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Zoey Rose added to your Relationship Tracker@@</span></b></center></div><<set $zoeyrel to 1>><<set $zoeystat to 5>> <div class="box mini-br-after">In the lobby, you see a girl in her mid-twenties standing, looking directly at you. It's the beautiful girl you saw walking here. She's a bit taller than you, slender, with curvaceous hips and a slim waist. She smiles when you catch her deep blue eyes, showing a radiant smile. Without thinking, you smile back. The world surrounding her seems to blur. <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'You're $name? It's so lovely to meet you! I'm Zoey!'</span> She beams, extending you a hand.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh! Yes.! And… You!... It's nice to meet you too.'</span> You fumble your words as you take her delicate hand in yours.</div> For a second, you don't want to let go, the soft touch of her skin stopping the breath in your chest. Forcing yourself to release and inhale, you instead bask in the glow encompassing Zoey. <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'I work under Dr Jamerson and Ms Winters, and you'll be working with me. I've been asked to show you around this morning, to get you acquainted with the building.'</span> She continues. <span style="color:#e50666">'Have any questions before we start?'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'No. Thank you. I think I'm okay.'</span> You respond dumbly.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Wonderful! Let's start with the lobby!'</span> She lifts her arms, doing a small twirl. Her golden hair, tied in a low ponytail, flows as she spins. She giggles, mocking her juvenility. <span style="color:#e50666">'To be honest, this is just about the grandest room in the building. Other than Dr Jamerson's office, obviously.'</span></div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Hey, Mia!'</span> Zoey smiles at Mia as you pass her, heading towards the lift. <span style="color:#e50666">'So, I'm not sure how much you know yet. And stop me if you've heard this all before. Dr Jamerson is head of the Psychoactive Substances department within Noir Institution.'</span> She pauses to check if you want to interject.</div> You give a short head shake, letting her continue as you wait at the lift doors.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|NI 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/NI.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/lester.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">The machine isn't hard to find, near a waiting area with comfy chairs. You hadn't asked what Lester wanted, so you press the 'Cappuccino' button. The hot smell of fresh coffee fills your nose, and a surge of energy accompanies it. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/morning3 8b.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> You bring the coffee back out to Lester, who takes it graciously. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I wasn't sure what you wanted, so I just got you a Cappuccino.'</span> You admit, hoping it was still okay.</div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'This is good. If I had wanted something special, I would have asked.'</span> He gives you an approving smile. <span style="color:#b22222">'We'll be in the delivery dock for lunch, come join us.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh, thank you, I'd like that.'</span> You smile back.</div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'Good. Now you best get going. I don't want to be the reason you're late on your first day; Abi doesn't need more reasons to be annoyed at me.'</span> He flashes you his grin again.</div> You laugh in agreement as you turn to leave.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|NI 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/lift.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/toby.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-3"><img src='media/characters/drew.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Noir Institution was a private research company. But, a few years before I started, the company split into two: Research and Distribution. Essentially, we develop drugs for Distribution to sell. But we're also involved in researching, publishing papers, and teaching at the college.'</span> She explains.</div> The lift doors open, and two well-dressed guys in sleek, expensive suits join you inside. <div class="box toby"><span style="color:#bb453a">'Rosey! How's it going?'</span> One of the guys grins.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Good, thank you.'</span> Zoey replies politely.</div> <div class="box drew"><span style="color:#9abb3a">'Showing around your newbie?'</span> The other asks. <span style="color:#9abb3a">'We have one starting today. They're the cutesy type. Every girl's best friend!'</span> He says, not giving Zoey any time to answer. <span style="color:#9abb3a">'Can't imagine them being "one of the guys". You wanna trade?'</span> They both laugh.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Thanks, but I think I'll stick with $name.'</span> She says, maintaining her politeness.</div> You can't help but smile at her defence of you. <div class="box drew"><span style="color:#9abb3a">'Don't be fooled by Rosey, here.'</span> He turns his attention to you. <span style="color:#9abb3a">'She's a total slut pretending to be a princess!'</span> Both guys burst into laughter again, though you're convinced it's fake.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Smile and pretend to laugh along|$laugh]]>><<set $laugh to 1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Don't laugh|$laugh]]>><<set $laugh to 0>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"> <img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/lift.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/> <div class="box location-char-1"> <img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </div> <div class="box location-char-2"> <img src='media/characters/toby.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </div> <div class="box location-char-3"> <img src='media/characters/drew.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </div> </div> <<if $laugh is 1>> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"> <center> <b> <span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Relationship with Zoey has decreased@@</span> </b> </center> </div> <<set $zoeystat to $zoeystat -1>> <<else>> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"> <center> <b> <span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Relationship with Zoey has Increased@@</span> </b> </center> </div> <<set $zoeystat to $zoeystat +1>> <</if>> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<if $laugh is 0>> <p> After the boorish laughs die down, the atmosphere is tense. One of the guys looks irritated at the fact that you stayed quiet. The door opens, and both men move to leave. </p> <<toby>> 'Keep your "princess-in-training". Ours seems like more fun.' <span>One says to Zoey as they leave.</span> <</toby>> <<zoey>> <span> The door closes, and you're surprised as Zoey looks at you, smiling. </span> 'What a wonderful introduction to Distribution!' <span>She laughs, diffusing the tension.</span> 'They're not usually that bad. But, I told their friend Aaron that I wasn't interested, and they seemed to have taken it personally.' <</zoey>> <<else>> <p> You laugh along with the boys at their idea of a joke. Once the laugher dies down, the guys look at you impressed. </p> <<toby>> 'Come on, Rosey! Your one seems like so much more fun! Let's trade!' <span>One of the guys laughs.</span> <</toby>> <p> Zoey stays quiet, clearly done with the conversation, as the lift doors open and the guy steps out. </p> <<toby>> 'You're always welcome to change teams, if you get bored with yours.' <span>The guy says, winking at you.</span> <</toby>> <</if>> <<zoey>> <span> The door closes, <<if $laugh is 0>> and you're surprised as Zoey looks at you, smiling. <<else>> and Zoey looks at you. <</if>> </span> 'What a wonderful introduction to Distribution!' <span>She laughs, diffusing the tension.</span> 'They're not usually that bad. But, I told their friend Aaron that I wasn't interested, and they seemed to have taken it personally.' <</zoey>> <<you>> 'Were you dating?' <span>You ask curiously.</span> <</you>> <<zoey>> 'Nope. We went for drinks a couple of times and I realised that he just wasn't my kind of person. I thought he took it well, but obviously not.' <span>She explains.</span> <</zoey>> <<you>> 'Oh.' <span> You nod, not knowing what else to ask without it seeming like you're prying. </span> 'They called you Rosey?' <span>You decide to ask.</span> <</you>> <<zoey>> <span>She laughs, filling the elevator with the precious sound.</span> 'Zoey Rose. It's just a nickname. They're pretty much the only ones that use it though!' <span>The lift doors open, and she steps out.</span> 'Anyway, on with our tour.' <</zoey>> <p> The two of you turn down a corridor with mirrored glass on either side. Looking into a series of identical white-lit examination rooms, you see them all contain padded chairs and a table. </p> <div class="image-ls"> <center> <img src='media/locations/interview room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center> </div> <<zoey>> 'These are our testing rooms for testing subjects with questionnaires.' <span>She explains as the two of you enter a medical bay.</span> 'This area is staffed in the event of a medical emergency.' <</zoey>> </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|NI 4]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/tech room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Next, she escorts you into another area. This time equipped with different sets of technologies, all in immaculate condition. <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'These are our assessment rooms for tests requiring some sort of media. A while ago we had a fully immersive VR setup installed which has allowed us to remove the influence of outside stimuli and isolate certain factors.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'That's really cool!'</span> You exclaim, looking into the relatively larger rooms.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Yeah! We use Xiro, a drug we developed that essentially gives the sensation of being in a sensory deprivation tank for a temporary period. Then we hook people up to an ECG and real-time brain scanner. We can see how people react to certain stimuli and how it’s probably the most satisfying part of the job.'</span> She rattles off information. <span style="color:#e50666">'... But, you don't need to know any of that!'</span> She laughs buoyantly at herself.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'It... blocks out all your other senses?'</span> You ask, struggling to keep up with the technicalities.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Yeah, I've used it twice. It felt more real when I was reassuring our patients that I could connect with them. It feels like when you meditate and everything else just slips away. And then when you open your eyes, you just feel at peace. It's kind of like that.'</span> She says, blissfully recalling the sensation.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'So, it's kind of nice?'</span> You conclude simply.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Well... Yeah, it just feels free. No intrusive thoughts or external stimuli wanting your attention. Just... quiet.'</span> She smiles warmly, taking a deep breath to emphasise her point.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'That does sound nice.'</span> You repeat in agreement, feeling Zoey's calmness and reciprocating it.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|NI 5]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/foyer.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Last stop... This is our work area!'</span> She turns to you, excited to see your reaction.</div> Zoey lets out a small giggle as your eyes widen, and you take dreamlike steps into the room. You're taken aback by the fact you will be working here. It shouldn't have surprised you, considering it's what you've come to expect from working for Noir Institution. <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'It's so lovely, isn't it.'</span> Zoey speaks out your thoughts for you. <span style="color:#e50666">'This feels like the icing on the cake working here.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I can't believe it!'</span> You say in a hushed tone so as not to break the magic.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'I know, sweety. Trust me, I was exactly like this when I started here.'</span> She lets it soak in for a few extra seconds before adding. <span style="color:#e50666">'Okay, game face on. Dr Jamerson said he wanted to see you after you were shown around.'</span></div> You turn to look at Zoey, trying to gauge the sincerity of the meeting. <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'It's nothing to worry about. I know he sounds scary, but he's just focused.'</span> She smiles reassuringly, granting you her confidence.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Okay!'</span> You nod happily.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Let me first show you, your workspace.'</span> She says, distracting you. <span style="color:#e50666">'First, your desk.'</span> She gestures to a large L-shaped countertop.</div> It's ample, with a back wall, two tiers, and a few basics already set up: a large desktop computer, a pad of paper and a pen pot full of pens. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/locations/your desk.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'I know it's a little bare at the moment, but it's all yours to use!'</span> Zoey glances down apologetically.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'It's honestly perfect!'</span> You burst out. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Really! I'm so happy with it!'</span></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|NI 6]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/your desk.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'If you're sure.'</span> She smiles at your enthusiasm.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I really am! A little while ago, I wasn't doing amazing things with my life, and now I'm working for this company, I have my own work space, my own place!'</span> You blurt out, your excitement overriding your nerves around such a beautiful girl.</div> <div class="box zoey">Zoey laughs at your delight. <span style="color:#e50666">'I'm so pleased! I love it here, and I want you to!'</span></div> Turning to the wide door a few paces from your desk, she looks at you over her shoulder to follow. <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'This is me.'</span> She opens her arms to display her office.</div> It's big <<if $winters is 1>>, slightly bigger than Lester's office but with a less intimidating interior.<<else>>with an inviting interior, and a warm glow sets your mind at ease.<</if>> Her desk and a table to one side are covered with papers, all organised into neat piles. A corkboard displays several pieces of paper, none of them overlapping and all of them squared neatly. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/locations/zoeys office.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> <div class="box zoey">Zoey follows your eye. <span style="color:#e50666">'Excuse the mess. We're in the middle of a project and I find it easiest if I have everything out.'</span> She gives you a slightly embarrassed smile.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'This is your "messy"? I wish it were mine too. I tend to go a bit blind to mess. Things build up until I do a big clean and start again.'</span> You laugh. The more time you spend with her, the more confident you feel. <span style="color:#afeeee">'What's the project on?'</span></div> <div class="box zoey">She changes to a more serious demeanour. <span style="color:#e50666">'A lot of this project's details are quite secretive, and this is your first day. You'd have to ask Ms Winters or Dr Jamerson if I'm allowed to disclose this information. Sorry.'</span> She loses her upbeat tone, slightly startling you.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|NI 7]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/nickis desk.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/nicki.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh, that's totally fine!'</span> You say hurriedly. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I was really just making conversation!'</span> It had been going so well with Zoey. You feel as though you’ve crossed a line, and you can’t help but be annoyed at yourself for doing so.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'They're really interesting, and I'd love to tell you! And maybe sometime soon I can!'</span> She picks back up with an apologetic note.</div> <div class="box zoey">She leaves the room, expecting you to follow. <span style="color:#e50666">'In there is Ms Winters' office.'</span> She gestures to the next door. <span style="color:#e50666">'And this is Nicki!'</span> She grins at the lady sitting outside the last door.</div> Nicki smiles back. She's a little older looking than Zoey, and unlike Zoey's youthful presentation, Nicki is elegant, approaching risqué. She's wearing a beige crop top exposing her slim midriff and photo-finished skin. Her pencil skirt shows off her full figure, and would just cross the professional threshold with the jacket hung on a hanger. <div class="box nicki"><span style="color:#b86bd1">'It's a pleasure to meet you. Dr Jamerson is waiting, so whenever you're ready.'</span> She smiles politely, gesturing to the door behind her.</div> You look to Zoey, who gives you a nod of confidence. Noticing a feeling like a weight in your stomach, you swallow it, straighten up your suit jacket and open the door to Dr Jamerson's office. You enter a grand office, instantly broadcasting a power dynamic of superiority. As you approach the large black man, writing at an imposing ebony desk, you can't help but feel small. The room is strangely quiet as if contained in a dimension away from the rest of the world. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/locations/jamersons office.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> Dr Jamerson doesn't acknowledge you in any way as you approach his desk. There are two chairs in front of his desk, but you decide it is best to stand, at least, until you're invited to sit. A few moments pass, and you begin to feel awkward. Dr Jamerson seems to be oblivious to your presence. You briefly look over his shoulder to take in the rest of his office, but you quickly find your attention drawn back onto him. It’s as if your gaze is drawn to him, seeking his recognition.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Office 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/jamersons office.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/jamerson.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Nicki Martinez added to your Relationship Tracker@@</span></b></center></div><<set $nicrel to 1>><<set $nicstat to 5>> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Dr J Jamerson added to your Relationship Tracker@@</span></b></center></div><<set $jamrel to 1>><<set $jamstat to 5>> <div class="box mini-br-after">You desperately want to say something to break the silence and end the tension. <<if $lester is 1 or $winter is 1>>Adhering to Lester's advice, you stay quiet until spoken to. <<else>> Maybe if you introduced yourself, it would be a suitable way to do so. After a few more moments of building the courage, the thought that it might be better to wait for such a powerful man to address you first dawns on you.<</if>> The pen against paper seems to grow louder until the inconsistent sound, stopping and starting with each word, fills your mind. You take in the man as he writes, noticing his stature, wide frame, strong jaw and intense eyes. His mere presence commands respect. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/office 1.gif' style="width: 100%;"/></center></div> <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90a4ae">'Good.'</span> He says out loud, sitting back in his chair and looking at you.</div> His voice is deep; you feel the sound deep within you. Resonating through your body, it makes your breath catch in your chest. You find the sensation oddly satisfying. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'It's nice to meet you. I'm $name $lastname.'</span> You introduce yourself <<if $pills is 1>> with confidence.<<else>>, stammering slightly as you do so.<</if>> There's a pause as you wait for him to respond.</div> <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90a4ae">'I am fully aware of who you are.'</span> He speaks slowly. <span style="color:#90a4ae">'And, as I'm sure you're aware, I'm Dr J Jamerson.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I am.'</span> You admit.</div> <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90a4ae">'Did you read the contract you were provided in your interview, $name?'</span> He asks calmly.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I did.'</span> You say, but remember being intimidated by Ms Winters' demeanour and skipping parts.</div> <div class="box jamerson">He cocks his head to one side. <span style="color:#90a4ae">'That's the least I would have expected from one of my employees, $name. So then you recall the information regarding the appropriate way to address a superior?'</span></div> <div class="box you">You think back, trying to recall the limited amount of information that you did. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir.'</span> You're surprised as you remember.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Office 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/jamersons office.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/jamerson.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90a4ae">'Better.'</span> He approves as you meet his expectations. <span style="color:#90a4ae">'We offer a large number of benefits here at Noir Institution, and more still within my department. But, in return, we ask that you uphold high standards, in both your work and personal life. Is that something I can expect from you, $name?'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Um...'</span> You shift your weight awkwardly as you think about your wording. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Isn't what I do in my personal life up to me?'</span></div> <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90a4ae">'Within reason, how you choose to conduct yourself outside work, is up to you.'</span> He starts slowly and ominously. <span style="color:#90a4ae">'And, that will be the case after your probationary period, if you demonstrate that it doesn't get in the way of your work life. However, at least for this initial period, adhering to the standards that we have set for you, shows us that you understand our values and helps you learn them. But, yes, once we feel you're ready you will be freer to do what you want. Do you understand?'</span> He crosses his fingers, maintaining the same stern look.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I understand... Sir!'</span> You add quickly.</div> <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90a4ae">'I'm pleased.'</span> He nods. <span style="color:#90a4ae">'Keeping to our principles is particularly important since breaking off into the public sector and appeasing shareholders. You represent me. When people see you, I need them to be impressed by me and Noir Institution. Does that make sense to you?'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes, sir.'</span> You nod and feel like a student getting a question right.</div> <<if $winters is 1>><div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90a4ae">'Ms Winters told me you were an asset during her meeting with Lester. That's an example of your mere presence benefiting Noir Institution.'</span> Dr Jamerson nods approvingly.</div> A sense of pride builds in you, and you resist the urge to grin. <</if>><div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90a4ae">'People's first impression of you will not be exclusively on what you say. They will have formed an opinion before you've even spoken. How you dress, how you look, and your demeanour is going to dictate their perception of you. Do you have any questions?'</span> He asks with an intense stare that forces you to look away.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'No, sir, I don't.'</span> You say quickly.</div> <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90a4ae">'How do you think you're dressed?'</span> He asks, the question catching you off guard.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Office 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/jamersons office.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/jamerson.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $clothes == 1>>You look down at yourself. You're confident in your suit. It was chosen by a professional stylist, after all. <<if $panties is 1>>Under your intense examination, you notice the edge of your panties showing up under the fabric of your suit trousers. You feel suddenly conscious of your panties showing. //Perhaps smaller panties would show less//, you think.<</if>> <<if $clothes == 1>><div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 1/stylist 5.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div><<else>> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 1/stylist 8b2.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div><</if>> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I think I'm dressed appropriately, sir.'</span> You look back up at the Doctor.</div> <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90a4ae">'I agree.'</span> He says plainly. <span style="color:#90a4ae">'At least, for the moment. What do you think of your presentation other than the way you dress?'</span></div> <div class="box you">You spend a second trying to gauge precisely what he's asking. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I think I do. I recently had my hair cut.'</span> You add, hoping to impress him.</div> <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90a4ae">'Yes. You look tidy and well put together. There's always room for improvement but for the moment, I am very happy with how you depict yourself.'</span> He nods.</div><<elseif $clothes == 0>>You look down at yourself, the fear that people would notice your ill-fitting clothing being realised.<br> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I think I'm dressed okay.'</span> You respond hopelessly.</div> Dr Jamerson raises an eyebrow. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Sir.'</span> You add.</div> <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90a4ae">'I don't agree. It is clear to anyone else that your suit is ill fitting. I hope that your inattention to your suit is not a reflection on general attention to detail.'</span> He pauses, making you feel like a disciplined schoolboy.</div> <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90a4ae">'Is there a reason you're wearing such a suit?'</span> His tone softens just slightly. <span style="color:#90a4ae">'Is it a matter of cost? Can you afford to buy a decent suit?'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I went to a stylist before leaving the UK.'</span> You start hoping the Doctor is impressed by your dedication. <span style="color:#afeeee">'The issue was that there wasn't time for her to tailor anything, so we had to make do with what she had in store. This was the best we could do.'</span></div> <div class="box jamerson">The leather of Dr Jamerson's chair softly creaks as he leans back, thinking. <span style="color:#90a4ae">'Then, we can assume that your suits need to be tailored.'</span> He states more slowly. <span style="color:#90a4ae">'We can have that arranged. I'll have Nicki take your measurements and then we can send them off. Would that work for you?'</span></div> <div class="box you">You are amazed by the Doctor's generosity. <span style="color:#afeeee">'That would be great, sir. Thank you!'</span></div> <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90a4ae">'Nicki will have time after lunch, you can use meeting room 2.'</span> He concluded. <span style="color:#90a4ae">'Other than the way you dress, how do you think you present yourself?'</span></div> You try to think about how you're presented. You've shaven and are freshly washed. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Not badly, sir.'</span> You mumble, hopefully.</div> <div class="box jamerson">He pauses, tension building around your answer. <span style="color:#90a4ae">'You do look clean, and I appreciate that. I would expect nothing less. But, I will need you to get a hair cut. The unruly style you currently have, negatively impacts your entire image. I need people looking their best. I'll have Nicki arrange that too.'</span> He states.</div> You had known your hair was an issue. Though you had thought it gave you a boyish charm. Maybe, it was time for a new look, something more appropriate for your age and position. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Thank you, sir.'</span> You reply genuinely.</div><</if>></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Office 4]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/jamersons office.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/jamerson.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90a4ae">'Finally, I mentioned your demeanor. Working on yourself is always harder. But I had your diet organised, including a few supplements, as well as weekly meetings with Dr Reyamov. Mental health is as important as physical health, and they both require endeavour on your part.'</span> He finishes.</div> There's a slight pause as you wonder if he wants you to respond. <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90a4ae">'Do you have any questions for me specifically?'</span> He finally asks.</div> <div class="box you">After hesitating and trying to come up with a question that would make you seem intelligent, you give up. <span style="color:#afeeee">'No, sir. Not that comes to mind right now.'</span></div> <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90a4ae">'Zoey is, among other things, your mentor. So, should you have any questions, you may ask her.'</span> He gives you a nod and goes back to the writing as he was when you first entered. <span style="color:#90a4ae">'Now. you are free to leave.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Thank you, sir.'</span> You respond graciously, a wave of tension leaves your body as you realise it’s over, but he doesn't react.</div> On your way back to your desk, the stress lingers in your chest. You catch a glimpse of Zoey in her office, standing over her table, intently studying the papers laid out. Heavily, you collapse into your chair, needing to calm yourself after the doctor's intensity. You turn back to your desk and sit down. Your brief encounter with Zoey brightens you up after the tension with Dr Jamerson. Clicking the mouse button, you're greeted by a lock screen, and the display changes to show: <div class="box cpu"><center><span style="color:#5079e0">Welcome, $name.</span></center></div> The screen loads up your desktop, and then two windows open. The first is your calendar; it's scarce. There are a few icons over the next few days. Today, after work, you have a gym session with Coach Nelson, and then you have the rest of the day off. <<if $clothes is 0>>You notice that after lunch you have a scheduled meeting with Nicki Martinez. You're impressed that it has already updated.<</if>> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/key/email.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> <<if $mia is 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Lunch with Mia]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>>The second window shows your emails; you quickly glance through them and skim through the few you have to see if you have anything interesting. There are a few email chains that you've been added to, though you don't yet understand the conversation. Further back, you see a few options for downloads. Before you download anything, you should probably ask Zoey about them, you think. You're a little disappointed there isn't anything more interesting to look through. <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Lunch?'</span> You hear Zoey's voice from behind you.</div><</if>></div> <<if $mia isnot 1>><div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Join Zoey for lunch]]>>/<<set $zoeylunch to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div><</if>> <<if $lester is 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Join Lester for lunch]]>>/<<set $explore to 1>><<set $lesterlunch to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div><<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go and explore]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/your desk.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yep!'</span> You reply, turning to see her putting on a jacket over her suit.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Also, before I forget I should probably show you how to use your relationship tracker.'</span> She says as if you should know what she's talking about.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah...'</span> You say, uncertainly, not knowing what she's expecting from you.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'So, if you load up the app, It should automatically log you in with your band.'</span> She presses the ground floor button.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'App?'</span> You look at her.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'In your email? You should have been sent files and apps to download onto your laptop and phone.'</span> She explains slowly.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh.'</span> You pause and go back into your email on your phone, loading the download. <span style="color:#afeeee">'The whole thing?'</span> You ask.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/zoey lunch 2.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Yeah, some of the files are APK's and can only be downloaded by your phone, and your laptop while sorting out what it needs.'</span> She says over the faint hum of the lift.</div> <div class="box you">You click on the file and see the download begin in your notification bar. <span style="color:#afeeee">'What is it?'</span> You ask.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Mostly security patches. We work in a very competitive market and it's so important for us to keep everything we do and talk about secure. There's the calendar, which syncs everything between your phone, laptop and work computer and allows it to be updated remotely. And finally, the relationship tracker, which just syncs you with anyone you've met and gives you a limited bio on their position within the company or outside it.'</span> She clearly breaks down.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Zoey lunch 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/your desk.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I'm sorry. I've said that I'd eat lunch with Lester.'</span> You reveal, genuinely apologetic.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Custodian Lester?'</span> Zoey confirms.</div> You nod. <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'You don't have to be sorry. I offered lunch and you haven't offended me by saying no.'</span> She smiles reassuringly.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I know. It's just that Lester asked me this morning and I already said I would...'</span> You continue sheepishly.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Hey!'</span> Zoey cuts you off. <span style="color:#e50666">'It's all good. You don't need to work yourself up.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah, sorry.'</span> You try and laugh it off. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Maybe another time then.'</span></div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Maybe.'</span> Zoey gives you a wink before walking off.</div> You watch her go, involuntarily sighing as she puts on a jacket, tossing her hair out from underneath. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 3/lester lunch 1.mp4' autoplay loop muted style="width: 100%;"/></center></div> After some trial and error, you manage to find the delivery bay. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/locations/warehouse.jpg' style="width: 100%;"/></center></div> You find Lester in an office with a large open window overlooking the bay. Sat on the back of a couch, watching a basketball game. You're able to see the width of his back and shoulder, his t-shirt showing off his muscles. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Hi Lester.'</span> You say, in a tone softer than you meant.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Lester lunch 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/your desk.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Sorry, but if it's okay, would it be alright if I went and just explored Noir Institution in my lunch break?'</span> You ask, hoping to not disappoint her.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'You don't have to be sorry. I offered lunch and you haven't offended me by saying no.'</span> She smiles reassuringly.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I know. It's just that I would like to come, just I think it might be a good idea to get familiar with this place.'</span> You continue sheepishly.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Hey!'</span> Zoey cuts you off. <span style="color:#e50666">'It's all good. You don't need to work yourself up.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah, sorry.'</span> You try and laugh it off. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Maybe another time then.'</span></div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Maybe.'</span> Zoey gives you a wink before walking off.</div> You watch her go, involuntarily sighing as she puts on a jacket, tossing her hair out from underneath. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 3/lester lunch 1.mp4' autoplay loop muted style="width: 100%;"/></center></div> You get your own jacket and take the stairs to get a better feel for the place. A lot of it had been covered in the tour with Zoey, though it was still good to see where things were in relation to everything else. After looking for a while, you find a bridge leading to the adjacent building. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/locations/distrabution offices.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> Exiting the bridge, you come across a balcony overlooking an open work area with quite a few desks separated by pop-up walls. The place has the feel as though it would be bustling with life, though at the moment it's deserted. You descend a set of stairs and walk in amongst the maze of desks, the quiet broken up by your footsteps on the hard floor.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Explore2 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/your desk.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">The second window shows your emails; you quickly glance through them and skim through the few you have to see if you have anything interesting. There are a few email chains that you've been added to, though you don't yet understand the conversation. Further back, you see a few options for downloads. Before you download anything, you should probably ask Zoey about them, you think. One email catches your attention, from Mia. <div class="box cpu"><span style="color:#507930">'Hey $name, I didn't get a chance to say sorry about yesterday. So, here it is! And I hope I didn't make you late for your medical thing. Anyway, I was going to invite you for lunch? What do you say? It'll just be the two of us! Love Mia x' </span></div> A lunch date with Mia? And she ended her email with a kiss! You can't help but smile to yourself as you. Though, you'd have to call off lunch with Zoey. She hadn't formally asked you anyway.</div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Join Zoey for lunch]]>>/<<set $zoeylunch to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Join Mia for lunch]]>>/<<set $mialunch to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/your desk.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You briefly consider Zoey's invitation before deciding to respond to Mia. <div class="box cpu"><span style="color:#5070e0">'Hey Mia, I'd love that! I'm going for lunch soon. Should I meet you at your desk?'</span></div> Instantly, you get a response back. It's just a thumbs-up followed by another kiss. <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Lunch?'</span> You hear Zoey's voice from behind you.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I'm sorry. I've said that I'd eat lunch with Mia.'</span> You reveal, genuinely apologetic.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'As in Mia from reception?'</span> Zoey confirms.</div> You nod. <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'You don't have to be sorry. I offered lunch and you haven't offended me by saying no.'</span> She smiles reassuringly.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I know. It's just that I said yes to Mia, but really would like to go to lunch with you too.'</span> You continue sheepishly.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Hey! It's all good. You don't need to work yourself up.'</span> Zoey cuts you off.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah, sorry.'</span> You try and laugh it off. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Maybe another time then.'</span></div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Maybe.'</span> Zoey gives you a wink before walking off.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 3/lester lunch 1.mp4' autoplay loop muted style="width: 100%;"/></center></div> You watch her go, involuntarily sighing as she puts on a jacket, tossing her hair out from underneath.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Mia lunch 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/foyer.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Hey!'</span> You say to Mia as you approach the front desk.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Hey, yourself!'</span> She grins, picking up her coat.</div> You go to make for the doors before noticing that Mia isn't following you. Turning, you see her waving cheekily by the lift door. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'We're not going onto campus?'</span> You ask, confused.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Nope! I'm going to show you my secret lunch spot!'</span> She smiles knowingly.</div> The lift doors open onto a floor you haven't been to before. Mia opens one of two large swinging doors, and you cross a bridge between research and distribution. You then go through another seemingly inconspicuous door and up a flight of stairs before emerging onto the roof. Mia talks merrily the entire way, nattering about her gym class yesterday. As you approach the edge, you feel the coolness of the breeze, and the view of the entire campus below you is revealed. Mia goes quiet, letting you absorb the sight. You recognise some buildings and a blonde figure you assume is Zoey before she disappears between some buildings. A little before you spot a couple making out on a bench, a girl with red hair is straddling another darker-haired girl. You strain your eyes to get a better view as the sight arouses a sensation within you. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/locations/delmarva.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'It's sooo peaceful, isn't it. Sometimes I come up here when everything feels too rushed and I look at how still the college looks from up here and it calms me down.'</span> She talks in a hushed tone.</div> Looking over at her, you see she's staring out at the scene below a slight smile curling at the corners of her lips. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'It would be nice to have lunch up here, overlooking all this.'</span> You say wistfully.</div> <div class="box mia">'Oh!' Mia bursts the silence. <span style="color:#de5d83">'I brought this for you!'</span> She hands you a shaker bottle from her bag, producing an identical one for herself.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Mia lunch 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/delmarva.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you">You accept it before asking. <span style="color:#afeeee">'What is it?'</span></div> <div class="image-pt"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/mia lunch 6.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Sooo, I started having these a while ago. They're meal shakes, but they're literally the perfect meal and they taste amazing! And they're NI approved!'</span> She opens hers and takes a swig.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'NI approved?'</span> You raise an eyebrow.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Yeah! As in approved by Noir Institution, so they fit in with our diet and we know they're actually really good for us!'</span> She explains.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'You're on a diet too?'</span> You ask, slightly concerned. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Is everyone on a diet here?'</span></div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Jeez! You have a lot of questions!'</span> She laughs. <span style="color:#de5d83">'Kind of. When we start, it's pretty set. But the longer you stay here, the more it becomes a suggestion. I've kept mine, cos I just feel so good on it, but sometimes treat myself!'</span></div> You go quiet, not knowing what to say without asking another question. Instead, you take a drink. Your mouth is filled with creamy strawberry flavours. <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'So, $name, My turn to ask you a question! How's the first day going? Everything you wanted it to be?'</span> She grins mischievously.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Um, so far so good.'</span> You admit. <span style="color:#afeeee">'But I've only been hear for a one morning and that was spent being shown around by Zoey and I had a meeting with Dr Jamerson.'</span></div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Zoey's so lovely isn't she.'</span> Mia smiles.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah! She's nice. I feel like we're friends already and we've only just met!'</span> You say thankfully.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'And, what do you think of Dr Jamerson?'</span> She asks, a slyness in her voice.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I found him quite... Strict.'</span> You admit.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Right?!'</span> She exclaims. <span style="color:#de5d83">'He is sooo strict! Like it's intense!'</span></div> <div class="box you">Her outburst surprises you. <span style="color:#afeeee">'That's exactly what I thought! But, when I spoke to Zoey she said he's focused and it was all for our good!'</span></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Mia lunch 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/delmarva.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Everyone here admires him! I do to! But, it's like they just don't see that he's just too intense sometimes!'</span> She continues.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I think he just knows what he wants and how to get it.'</span> You think allowed.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Yeah he does.'</span> She smirks, her tone shifting.</div> <div class="box you">You look at her, confused. <span style="color:#afeeee">'What do you mean?'</span></div> <div class="box mia">Mia giggles. <span style="color:#de5d83">'Well... You can't tell anyone about this. But, Dr Jamerson paid for everyone to go to Paris last year for Christmas. And well, it was so beautiful and luxurious...'</span> She trails off, grinning. <span style="color:#de5d83">'We went out and he bought me this little black dress... Oh my God...'</span> She goes quiet again, reminiscing about the ordeal.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/mia lunch 11.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah?...'</span> You pry, feeling yourself being turned on.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Yeah... Best night of my life. We went back up to his room and you could see all of Paris... It felt like I just came from start to finish... In the end I just passed out...'</span> Her eyes glaze over, and you think you hear her sigh.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/mia lunch 12.gif' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> Your mind fills in the blanks, your imagination flooded with the Mia and Dr Jamerson fucking. The look in Mia's eyes as Dr Jamerson thrusts into her. The screams of pleasure rang out through the hotel, her naked slender body bouncing on top of the Doctors sturdy frame. <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'You still with me?'</span> She looks over at you.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah! Sorry.'</span> You laugh awkwardly, snapping out of your daze. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Just lost in thought.'</span></div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'You were imagining me and the Doctor fucking, weren't you! Do you want to know how he dominated me? Tied his belt around my neck like a collar and forced me onto my hands and knees?...'</span> She pauses dramatically.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/mia lunch 13.gif' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> Then she laughs, light and melodically. You look at her, confused. <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'I'm sorry $name. I took that too far! I thought it was funny watching the lust and horror in your face, but I'm sorry.'</span> She giggles. <span style="color:#de5d83">'Forgive me?'</span> She asks sweetly.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Mia lunch 4]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/delmarva.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you">You spend a second recovering from your stupor. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah, Mia. That's fine.'</span> You try and laugh along.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Sorry, that was mean!'</span> She continues. <span style="color:#de5d83">'I can tell you about it properly if you want?'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Sure. But, only if you want to talk about it.'</span> You say, trying not to sound too eager.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Okay, but I'm not going to into it, into it.'</span> She clarifies.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Epizeuxis!'</span> You exclaim excitedly.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'What?'</span> Mia looks at you, confused.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'A.. Uh, nothing. Nevermind.'</span> You backtrack. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Sorry, you were saying.'</span></div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Oh yeah! So, we were in Paris and everything was just so luxurious. Like the streets were all cobble, the lights were all warm...'</span> She trails off, reminiscing. <span style="color:#de5d83">'Anyway, me and the Doctor were just chatting and stuff and he invites me out for dinner, just me and him! So, he takes me out shopping first and buys me an outfit to wear to dinner, god it's so much fun! Dinner was really fun, he's just so charming, but then he brings me up to his room. You could see the whole of Paris from up there!'</span></div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/mia lunch 15.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> You nod along as Mia teases you with the build-up.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Mia lunch 5]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/delmarva.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Relationship with Mia has Increased@@</span></b></center></div><<set $miastat to $miastat +1>> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'He pushed me down onto my knees, made me pull his cock out of his trousers and... Suck it, while I touched myself. He was so forceful, I wanted to do everything he told me to, just to please him... When he was rock hard, the veins bulging out, he pulled me out onto the balcony and fucked me over the railings, watching the city below us... I felt... Just blissful...'</span> She goes silent, lost in the memory. Then she laughs.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/mia lunch 16.gif' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'God, that was more than I wanted to tell you, sorry, $name.'</span> She smiles apologetically.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'No, no! It's fine. That was hot!'</span> You reassure her.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Thanks.'</span> She responds bashfully before looking at her wristband. <span style="color:#de5d83">'I gotta get back, but next time, you need to tell me about your first time! As a trade!'</span> She grins excitedly.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Next time?'</span> You ask, surprised.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Of course! This was so much fun! I really hope we'll be total besties!'</span> She jumps up.</div> Her referral to you as a "bestie" stung a bit. It wasn't that you had expected any romantic development, but you hadn't ruled it out. By calling you her "bestie", it was like she had. Maybe, a real friendship would be a good way to start a relationship if it ever came to that. Mia leaves you at the lift to take you back to the office. As you stand in the lift waiting for it to arrive, you think of Mia's expectation for you to tell her about your first time when you next meet up. How would she react when she finds out you're a virgin. Perhaps you could tell her that you're a virgin by choice... You sigh: you'll have to cross that bridge when you come to it.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Peek2 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/foyer.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/jamerson.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/nicki.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $mialunch is 1 or $lesterjoint is 0>>You finish off the last of your shake when the lift doors open, and you walk into the quiet foyer.<</if>> In the quiet, a noise catches your attention. Dr Jamerson's office door is open, and you see Nicki, on her knees, in front of the Doctor, his cock bobbing in and out of her open mouth. You're stunned, watching her hair flick back and forth, her eyes trained up on the Doctor. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/peek2 1.webp' style="width: 100%;"/></center></div> You swallow the saliva building up in your mouth. Nicki's skirt has ridden up just enough for you to peek that she's wearing stockings, held up by a garter belt and the underside of her perky butt. Her heels pressing into the soft skin of her butt makes it bulge out around them, and the blood rushes to your crotch. There's a moment of resistance before Dr Jamerson's cock is pushed into Nicki's throat and you can faintly hear her gags. <div class="image-pt"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/peek2 2.webp' style="width: 100%;"/></center></div></div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Continue watching]]>>/<<set $peek3 to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <<if $lesterjoint is 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<button type="button" disabled data-msg="Your too high to take your eyes off them"><span style="color:#858585">Quietly go back to your desk</span></button>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Quietly go back to your desk]]>>/<<set $peek3 to 0>>/<</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/warehouse.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/lester.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Without anything to do, you wander out of the room and continue your exploration downstairs. After some time navigating corridors, you find your way out into a loading bay. A familiar figure is lent against a railing, focused on his phone. He glances up and smiles as he notices you. <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'What's good, baby!'</span> Lester calls out in his cheery voice.</div> You furrow your brow at being called baby but assume it's a term of endearment and ignore it. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Hey Lester.'</span> You wander over, happy to find a familiar face.</div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'You work here?'</span> He asks.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah, just started today!'</span> You smile.</div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'Good for you!'</span> His praises seems genuine. <span style="color:#b22222">'You know where you're working?'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I'm in Dr Jamerson's team.'</span> You reply.</div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'No kidding! I'm doing a job for Abi right now!'</span> Lester nods. <span style="color:#b22222">'Where're your friends? Or, have you been left to eat lunch alone?'</span> He laughs.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'No, I just thought I'd explore Noir Institution today.'</span> You admit.</div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'Come have lunch with me then. If you're all done exploring?'</span> He gestures you into the office area behind him.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I haven't actually got any lunch yet. I can come back when I do?'</span> You respond.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Lester lunch 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/warehouse office.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/lester.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box lester">Lester looks around to see you. <span style="color:#b22222">'What's good, baby? I was just beginning to think you'd got lost.'</span></div> <div class="box you">You'd never been called baby before and weren't totally sure about the nickname, though it sounded natural from Lester. <span style="color:#afeeee">'No, I found it okay. Everything is just so new, it's going to take some getting used.'</span> You smile. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Just the two of us?'</span></div> <div class="box lester">He mutes the TV. <span style="color:#b22222">'Yeh. Didn't want you to be scared off by the other's. They're not as nice as me.'</span> He grinned. <span style="color:#b22222">'Nah, they were here. They just had a short break, see if we can't finish your bosses job early.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh, that makes sense. So they left you here to take your full break?'</span> You smirk cheekily.</div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'Something like that.'</span> He laughs. <span style="color:#b22222">'You going to join me?'</span> He nods down at the sofa.</div> You happily agree, closing the door behind you, before sitting on the sofa next to Lester's legs. He scoots off the back to join you, taking another bite of noodles out of a takeaway dish. <div class="box you">Seeing him eat makes you realise. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I forgot any food!'</span> You exclaim, annoyed at yourself. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Is there a place nearby where I can quickly go pick some up?'</span> You start to stand, ready to rush off.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Lester lunch 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/warehouse office.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/lester.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box lester"><<if $explore == 1>><span style="color:#b22222">'Nah, come in and I'll find you something.'</span> He heads inside without waiting for your answer. <span style="color:#b22222">'We</span><<else>><span style="color:#b22222">'Not close.'</span> He admits. <span style="color:#b22222">'Though we</span><</if>><span style="color:#b22222"> got a fridge full of food right here!'</span> He gets up, stooping to a mini-fridge. After a few seconds of looking through, he speaks up. <span style="color:#b22222">'Can't take anything of Marcus's; big man needs his food... You can have a meal shake?'</span> He offers.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Sure. If you really don't mind?'</span> You say, thankfully.</div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'It's not much, but it'll save you running down the hill. Plus, it'll fit with the good Doctor's dietary plan. If that's still something he does?'</span> Lester chuckles.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah, it seems pretty strict. I'm not allowed to eat a bunch of different foods.'</span> You grumble.</div> <div class="box lester">Lester starts laughing. <span style="color:#b22222">'He doing the thing where he tells you how important impressions are and "how you reflect on him with everything you do"!'</span> He impersonates the slower, low voice of Dr Jamerson.</div> <div class="box you">You nod and laugh along. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Did he give you "the chat", too?'</span></div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'Nah, we're actually tight. He's jokes, normally. But he becomes Mr Serious when he's at work.'</span> He takes a breath to calm himself.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I can't imagine Dr Jamerson being anything other than serious. He just doesn't look like the joking type.'</span> You admit.</div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'You'll get the chance to see him. The staff at Noir Institution and Delmarva are a good group. There's often nights out and when the good Doctor's there, things can get pretty wild! He's generous. Last Christmas we all ended up going to the Paris, all because Jay felt like going!'</span> He reminisced.</div> As the two of you talked, Lester pulled a small tube out of a desk drawer and revealed a neatly rolled joint. You watched as he lit it up and took a puff. The pungent odour of marijuana instantly filled the room. A small uneasy knot tightens in your chest as he takes another puff before offering it to you. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/lester lunch 8.gif' style="width: 100%;"/></center></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh, I really can't... Shouldn't.'</span> You say, recoiling slightly.</div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'Why not?'</span> He asks plainly, the thick smoke curling from the end of the burring joint.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Lester lunch 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/warehouse office.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/lester.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I'm sorry. I'm at work, and I can't be high on my first day.'</span> You try and explain.</div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'Heard of micro-dosing?'</span> He takes another puff.</div> You nod as you watch the smoke winds and curls in the air. <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'The idea's not to get high in the normal way. For me, it just takes the edge off life, y'know. Stops that anxious overthinking feeling people get. I smoke three or four times a day. Helps me concentrate on the task I'm doing and not on letting my mind wonder.'</span> He explains. <span style="color:#b22222">'Plus the Doc has done a few papers on its benefits, hence why we're allowed to do it.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I won't get high at all?'</span> You ask sceptically.</div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'Some weed is made for getting high, others for sharpening your mind... You ever had a cigarette?'</span> He asks back.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Well, yeah. I've tried one or two.'</span> You admit.</div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'The high is similar. A rush of focus and you feel like you're above everything. But, at the core of it, you feel chilled.'</span> He continues, then pauses. <span style="color:#b22222">'Are you totally against micro-dosing?'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'No, not exactly.'</span> You accept.</div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'Well then.'</span> Lester again offers the joint.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Take the joint]]>>/<<set $lesterjoint to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <<if $smoke is 1 and $willpower lte -8>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<button type="button" disabled data-msg="Your willpower is too low"><span style="color:#858585">Reject the joint</span></button>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Reject the joint]]>>/<<set $lesterjoint to 0>>/<</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/warehouse office.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/lester.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Relationship with Lester has Increased@@</span></b></center></div><<set $lesstat to $lesstat +1>> <div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $willpower lte 8>>Lester's presence feels as if it loams over you, the joint seeming less like an offer and more like a expectation. <</if>>You take it between your fingers, noticing how big it looks in your hand compared to Lester's. As you bring it closer to your lips, the fragrance fills your lungs. Memories of smoking at university are pleasantly recalled. <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'I'm assuming your tolerance isn't going to be anything like mine. So, only take a half puff.'</span> He warns.</div> Nodding, you put the joint to your lips and inhale the smoke. It feels thicker than any weed you've smoked before, and you hold it for a second before coughing it all out. Lester laughs as he takes the joint back from you, taking one last drag before putting it out and back into the tube. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/lester lunch 12.gif' style="width: 100%;"/></center></div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'Good one, baby!'</span> He laughs, but you're hardly listening, focused on the substance you've just inhaled.</div> After you've coughed the thick smoke out of your lungs, you take a deep breath and smile triumphantly up at Lester. The high you experience is like no other you have before. You feel in control, relaxed and strangely happy. <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'It's nice, huh?'</span> Lester smiles.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah, I feel chilled out but focused, like you said.'</span> You say, aware of everything around you. But you're able to concentrate on Lester in front of you.</div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'I know. Let me know if you ever feel like smoking for real. Something stronger.'</span> He says.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I will.'</span> You grin, and with each breath, you feel yourself getting higher. You're conscious that you're high enough already, but you strangely don't feel too concerned.</div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'How you liking the Doctors team so far? You run into Abi yet?'</span> He asks.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'No, she's been out while I've been there.'</span> You start. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I spent most the morning been shown around by Zoey.'</span></div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'Zoey's a good girl.'</span> He nods.<span style="color:#b22222">'We had a bit of a thing a while ago, if you know what I mean!'</span> He smirks knowingly.</div> Without your consent, your mind is flooded with the idea of Zoey and Lester together. Her beautifully slender body against his solid frame. You have to swallow as you imagine her being fucked by him. Zoey's sweet cries as Lester thrusts. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 3/lester lunch 15.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Lester lunch 4]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"> <img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/warehouse office.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/> <div class="box location-char-1"> <img src='media/characters/lester.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </div> </div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> You spend a second looking at the joint burning, the smoke curling into the air. The consequences of taking the joint run through your mind. It feels as if every possibility is being processed in one go, and the sensation is overwhelming. <br> <br> <<lester>> <span> Lester pulls the joint back, takes a final drag and puts it out without saying a word. </span> 'Not today then, eh?' <span>He nods.</span> <</lester>> <div class="image-ls"> <center> <img src='media/chapter 3/reject joint.gif' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center> </div> <br> <<you>> 'I just don't want to smoke. And, definitely not on the first day.' <span> You clarify, feeling bad for disappointing Lester.</span> <</you>> <<lester>> 'It's all good. You don't want a smoke, you don't want to.' <span> He says, making you feel better.</span> <</lester>> <<you>> 'Thanks.' <span>You respond quietly.</span> <</you>> There's a moment's silence, and you try to avoid the awkwardness by drinking. <br> <br> <div class="image-ls"> <center> <img src='media/chapter 3/lester lunch 12b.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center> </div> <br> <<lester>> 'You enjoying your first day?' <span> Lester asks though he has an eye on the basketball game still playing on the TV. </span> <</lester>> <<you>> 'I haven't done much, yet. I've just had a tour with Zoey.' <span>You say, trying to revive the life of the conversation.</span> <</you>> <<lester>> 'Zoey's a good girl.' <span>He nods, turning his attention back to you.</span> <</lester>> <<you>> 'Oh, do you know her well?' <span>You ask.</span> <</you>> <<lester>> <span>Lester shrugs.</span> 'We had a bit of a thing a while ago, if you know what I mean!' <span> He smirks knowingly.</span> <</lester>> <<you>> 'Yeah...' <span> You picture Zoey and Lester together. A beautiful interracial couple. </span> 'Zoey didn't mention anything to me.' <</you>> <div class="image-ls"> <center> <img src='media/chapter 3/lester lunch 14b.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center> </div> <br> <<lester>> 'Don't be jealous!' <span>He laughs.</span> 'That was long in the past!' <</lester>> <<you>> 'I wasn't jealous!' <span>You burst in defence.</span> <</you>> <<lester>> 'Really?... I saw your panicked eyes when I mentioned it.' <span>Lester continues.</span> <</lester>> In truth, you weren't sure how you felt about Zoey. You knew she was stunning, smart, easy to get along with, and probably way out of your league. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Peek2 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/warehouse office.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/lester.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah..'</span> You say in almost a whisper as your imagination runs wild.</div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'Don't be jealous!'</span> He laughs. <span style="color:#b22222">'That was long in the past!'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I wasn't jealous!'</span> You burst in defence.</div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'Really?... I saw the way your eye glazed over. Picturing her pretty little lips stretched around my cock!'</span> Lester grabs his crotch, bringing your attention to it.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 3/lester lunch 16.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> Your breath feels hot and shallow in your chest. In your fantasy, Zoey's eyes are full of lust as she lovingly caresses his cock, her plump lips wrapped around its head. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 3/lester lunch 17.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'I'm just playing.'</span> Lester interrupts your thoughts, bringing you back into the room. <span style="color:#b22222">'How you getting along with Zoey?'</span> He asks, changing the topic.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Good.'</span> You smile. <span style="color:#afeeee">'She's so lovely. I really hope me and her will get along, I'd actually like to be friends.'</span> You say, honestly.</div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'Yeah? She's easy to get along with. I'm sure, if you wanna be friends, you'll be friends.'</span> He nods in response. </div> The two of you continue to chat and watch a bit of the basketball. You find out that Lester used to play basketball in college and didn't think he was good enough to play professionally, but still plays at least once a week. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/lester lunch 12b.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> <div class="box lester"><span style="color:#b22222">'Aight, I need to get back to work. Take that with you.'</span> He gestures at the shake in your hand.</div> You get up, glancing at the shake. In all the excitement, you hadn't had a chance to taste it yet. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Thanks, Lester.'</span> You grin at him before leaving the office and heading back upstairs.</div> </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Peek2 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/foyer.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/jamerson.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/nicki.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90a4ae">'You want to touch yourself, don't you, you slut.'</span> You hear Dr Jamerson's voice, deep and gravelly.</div> Nicki nods rapidly, her mouth still wrapped around his cock. But, despite her obvious desperation, she diligently continues to suck on the black phallus, slippery with her saliva. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/peek2 3a.gif' style="width: 100%;"/></center></div> <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90a4ae">'You may touch yourself.'</span> Dr Jamerson continues, releasing her from her torment. <span style="color:#90a4ae">'But only using the toy in your ass.'</span></div> You hear Nicki moans softly in relief. Without slacking on her duty to suck his cock, she reaches a hand around, pulls her skirt up further and shifts a pair of black lacey panties to one side, revealing a black dildo. Expertly multitasking, she pushes the dildo in and out of her ass while diligently bobbing her head back and forth. Her ecstatic moans ring out with every movement of the toy. <div class="image-pt"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/peek2 4.webp' style="width: 100%;"/></center></div> <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90a4ae">'$name.'</span> Dr Jamerson's voice breaks you from your stupor.</div> You look up in fear to see his eyes trained directly on you. His entire expression is void of emotion, making it hard to tell how much trouble you're in. A sick feeling grows in your stomach, and you feel dizzy. <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90a4ae">'Close the door.'</span> He continues simply.</div> Obeying, you glance down at Nicki, who hasn't stopped diligently sucking on Dr Jamerson's cock and fucking her own as with the dildo. The Doctor just stares at you as you complete his request. As soon as the door is closed, Nicki's gagging and the sound of the dildo ravaging her ass abruptly stopped. <div class="image-pt"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/peek2 5.gif' style="width: 100%;"/></center></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Peek2 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/your desk.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">In a moment of self-control, you break yourself free, quietly scuttling back to the safety of your desk. You can still faintly hear them as the rest of the world fades away, leaving you in your thoughts. The sound of Nicki sucking on Dr Jamerson's cock gets louder as your mind falls deeper into the abyss until the noise dominates every part of your existence. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/peek2 3b.webp' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> You hear the clatter, snapping you from you daze. The sound of sex ceasing instantly. Looking up you see Zoey, her head resting on her hands, looking at you inquisitively with a slight smile. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Hey.'</span> You muster.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Hey, yourself. You okay?'</span> She asks.</div> You look over at Dr Jamerson's office door. The door is closed and Nicki is sitting at her desk, typing. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah.'</span> You reply, confused.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Well, good!'</span> Zoey says with mock joyfulness, moving on from what she must have perceived as weirdness. <span style="color:#e50666">'I'm going to quickly run through the relationship tracker with you</span><<if $clothes == 0>><span style="color:#e50666"> before your meeting with Nicki</span><</if>><span style="color:#e50666">, and then I'll get you set up on some work!'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Sure</span><<if $pills == 0>><span style="color:#afeeee">.'</span> You nod, the events of the day building up on you. <<else>><span style="color:#afeeee">!'</span> You nod, the events of the day fading into the background as you focus on the new task.<</if>></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Work 1a]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/your desk.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You stand in stunned silence, unable to process the scene you just witnessed. Returning to your desk, you collapse in your chair. A strange mix of fear and lust swells inside you. <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Hey $name!'</span> Zoey calls out as she crosses the foyer.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Hey.'</span> You respond, still feeling as though you're in a dream.</div> <div class="box zoey">Zoey pauses, leaning over your desk. <span style="color:#e50666">'You okay?'</span> She asks, raising an eyebrow.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'What? Yeah!... Yeah.'</span> You fumble, not knowing how or if you should describe what you've just seen, what's probably still happening thirty feet from the two of you!</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Oh... Kay...'</span> Zoey looks confused. <span style="color:#e50666">'Actually,</span><<if $clothes is 0>><span style="color:#e50666"> before Nicki takes you,</span><<else>><span style="color:#e50666"> before I set you up with something to do,</span><</if>><span style="color:#e50666"> I need to go through your relationship tracker.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah... Sure!'</span> You say energetically, trying to reinvigorate yourself.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Work 1a]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/your desk.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'So, if you load up the app. It should automatically log you in with your band.'</span> She presses the ground floor button.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'App?'</span> You look at her.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'In your email? You should have been sent files and apps to download onto your laptop and phone.'</span> She explains slowly.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh.'</span> You pause while you go back into your email on your phone, loading the download. <span style="color:#afeeee">'The whole thing?'</span> You ask.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Yeah, some of the file are APK's and can only be downloaded by your phone, and your laptop while sort out what it needs.'</span> She says over the faint hum of the lift.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/zoey lunch 2.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> <div class="box you">You click on the file and see the download begin in your notification bar. <span style="color:#afeeee">'What is it?'</span> You ask.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Mostly security patches. We work in a very competitive market and it's so important for us to keep everything we do and talk about safe. There's the calendar, which syncs everything with between your phone, laptop and work computer and allows it to be updated remotely. And finally, the relationship tracker, which just syncs you with anyone you've met and gives you a limited bio on their position within the company or outside it.'</span> She clearly breaks down.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Done.'</span> You triumph.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Good.'</span> She looks over at your screen. <span style="color:#e50666">'Open it up, and it should just log you in.'</span></div> You do so, and the screen shows a list of names of people that you've encountered. <div class="box zoey">Zoey glances down at the list of names. <span style="color:#e50666">'So, if we use me as an example.'</span></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Work 2a]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/lobby.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/mia.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">The lift doors open, and the two of you step out together. You smile at Mia at the front desk, who returns your smile with one of her own. As always, her happiness perks you up, and you walk away feeling upbeat. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Done.'</span> You triumph, showing her the complete download notification as the two of you descend the hill.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Good.'</span> She looks over at your screen. <span style="color:#e50666">'Open it up, and it should just log you in. You may have already had a play around with it, but if we use me as an example.'</span></div> You do as she says, clicking on her name: <div class="box cpu"><span style="color:#5079e0">'Zoey Rose Senior Data-analyser and Testing operator at Noir Institution. Zoey joined Dr Jamerson's team after completing an education in Human Psychiatry. Recently, Zoey was part of the development team of Xiro, a revolutionary drug commonly used in specific therapy settings. Zoey is your direct superior.'</span></div> You’re surprised to see that Zoey is labelled as your “direct superior”. As you look up, contemplating the fact, you catch sight of a lesbian couple passionately making out. A redheaded girl in a short skirt, riding up her thighs, straddles the broader girl sitting on the bench. You see the broader girl's hand, up the redheaded girl's skirt, grasping her bubble butt between her fingers. <div class="image-pt"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/zoey lunch 7.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> Soft moans come from the girl on top, the closer you get, the louder they are. She’s cute, with petit features and freckles lightly peppering her nose. The girl sitting on the bench has a more athletic build, with tanned skin and a darker aura. You can’t help but stare, at the dark hair girl, perfectly treading the line between alluring and intimidating. Her defined features, looked as though they were carved from stone. Her tits squeeze through the redheads fingers. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/zoey lunch 6.gif' style="width: 100%;"/></center></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Zoey lunch 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/cafe leo.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'$name?'</span> Zoey asks, inquisitively, snapping you out of your fixation.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I didn't realise you were my "direct superior"?'</span> You glance at the couple one last time, savouring the moment as the darker girl gently digs her fingers into the redheaded girls ass.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/zoey lunch 5.webp' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Yeah, I am... Technically. But, please don't read too much into it! It's just the way the structuring at Noir Institution works. I would like to say we were friends! Wouldn't you?'</span> She smiles apologetically.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh, me too!'</span> You grin back, feeling far more at ease. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I was worried you'd have me referring to you as Miss!'</span></div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'God, no!'</span> She laughed. <span style="color:#e50666">'I would literally hate that!... Then again, Ms Rose does have a nice ring to it, don't you think?'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes, Ms Rose.'</span> You answer, causing the two of you to laugh as she leads into a small café. </div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/locations/cafe leo.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> You both sit down, and once again, you get the chance to focus on nothing but Zoey. On the slight blush on her cheeks, the brightness of her eyes and the fullness of her lips. A waiter brings you both bowls of soup and a shared platter of still-hot croutons, chilli flakes and chopped chives. Zoey adds a small amount of everything, and you copy her before trying it. The Pumpkin's sweet flavour first hit you, followed by warm notes of nutmeg and allspice. Finally, a lingering hint of hazelnut finishes the journey of a mouthful. <div class="image-pt"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/zoey lunch 9.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'This is...'</span> You trail off, trying to find the words to describe the sensation.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'I know right.'</span> Zoe smiles knowingly. <span style="color:#e50666">'This café is my little secret. There's talented chefs all over campus but Chef Leo is by far my favourite. Everyday is literally an experience.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I'm glad I chose to come with you!'</span> You take another spoonful.</div> This time a crouton crunches, releasing a burst of saltiness.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Zoey lunch 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/cafe leo.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Relationship with Zoey has Increased@@</span></b></center></div><<set $zoeystat to $zoeystat +1>> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'You "chose" me, did you? Well, I'm flattered that I made the cut.'</span> She says with a joking sternness. <span style="color:#e50666">'Seems I managed to get the popular kid on the block to have lunch with me.'</span> She added with mock excitement.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'And you should count yourself lucky too.'</span> You grin. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I don't eat with just anyone.'</span></div> Zoey just laughs at the absurdity of your conversation. The rest of your lunch goes by, and before you know it, you're getting up to leave. It feels like you're chatting with an old friend. You tell her about your old job and the relief of getting this new job. She tells you a little about her hometown and the sheltered life she used to lead before she escaped it. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'You really like it here, huh?'</span> You ask as you head back to work.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Yeah.'</span> Zoey responds plainly. <span style="color:#e50666">'I mean, what isn't there to love? I can't help but feel like I've got the dream job.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Everything though? Even... Management.'</span> You falter.</div> <div class="box zoey">She laughs. <span style="color:#e50666">'Yes, even management! Ms Winters and Dr Jamerson can be very rigid when it comes to the rules. But, I've come to believe it's only because they have high expectations of themselves and their department, so that means they have high expectations of us.'</span> She looks over, measuring your response.</div> You fall silently into thought. You could see her point, and it made perfect sense. Perhaps she could see your potential better than you could. //Zoey was totally right, you'd been stuck in a dead-end job under Damion, but Ms Winters had pretty much saved you from it//. <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'I haven't scared you off have I?'</span> Zoey asks, snapping you from your thoughts.</div> <div class="box you">You smile at her reassuringly. <span style="color:#afeeee">'No. I actually agree with you.'</span></div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Well, I am always right so that's not too surprising.'</span> She lets out a small giggle.</div> You get back onto the top floor of Noir Institution, talking the whole way back like old friends. Nicki is still at her desk, diligently focused on her computer. <<if $clothes == 0>><div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'You have a meeting with Nicki, but after, I'll get you doing something useful.'</span> Zoey leaves you at your desk, disappearing into her office.</div><<else>><div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'So, I'll get you doing something useful this afternoon.'</span> Zoey hovers over your shoulder as you sit down at your desk. <span style="color:#e50666">'It's basically sorting data from our past study. It's quite a big task so I expect it to take you at least a day or two to complete.'</span></div><</if>></div> <<if $clothes == 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Work 1]]>><</button>>@@</div><<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Measuring 1]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/your desk.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<if $clothes == 2>> You jump into your clothes as fast as you can, your cheeks still burning from the experience. Being back in your own suit made you feel much more at ease. <</if>> <p> You feel the remaining tension dissipate as you cross to Zoey's office in search of being set off on some work. </p> <<you>> 'Zoey.' <span>You knock on the open door and pop your head in.</span> 'I'm done. Ready to begin whatever you've got for me!' <</you>> <<zoey>> <span> Zoey looks up from the laptop she's stood over, and the furrowed lines on her brow fade away. </span> 'That's the spirit! Go get yourself set up and I'll be with you in just a sec, okay?' <span> She smiles before returning to her work.</span> <</zoey>> <p> Leaning around you, you feel her chest grazing your shoulder and neck as she takes control of your mouse. You fight to keep your breath under control, forcing it to stay steady, the softness of her boob. There are a few clicks as she finds what she’s looking for but you’re not focusing. </p> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/work 2.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> <<zoey>> 'Essentially...' <span>Her speech slows as she opens up the file.</span> 'I need you to categories these images according to what candidates rated them as. To be honest you might have fun with this one. You're just going to be looking at a lot of pictures of pretty girls not wearing much. Can you handle that for me, $name?' <span>She gives you a cheeky smile.</span> <</zoey>> <<you>> <span> You feel a strange sense of embarrassment thinking of Zoey, aware you're looking at other girls in skimpy clothes.</span> 'Yeah, don't worry. I’ve practised for this job!' <span> You joke lamely, trying to break the mounting tension in your head. </span> <</you>> <<zoey>> <span> Zoey smiles politely and stands back up, relieving the pressure of her breast against you. </span> 'Candidates were asked to rate a random selection of women based on their looks. The images haven't been categorised so I'll simply need you to move and rename each image according to the rating each candidate gave them.' <br> <br> 'If you're interested I can give you the full explanation, the responses were interesting to say the least. Don't worry if not though, you really don't need to know anything about this.' <span>She lingers, waiting for your answer.</span> <</zoey>> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after"> @@.btnUI;<<button [[Ask to hear more]]>>/<<set $work1 to 1>>/<</button>>@@ </div> <div class="buttonbox"> @@.btnUI; <<button [[Just get on with it|Work 4]]>> <<set $work1 to 0>> <</button>> @@ </div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/nickis desk.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/nicki.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $zoeylunch == 1>> You spend a few moments getting ready before heading over to Nicki. <<else>>You turn wide-eyed to look at Nicki, sitting content as if nothing were the matter. After a few moments, you muster the courage to go to her. <</if>><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Hi, Nicki... Dr Jamerson said you'd measure my clothes after lunch.'</span> You start, expecting her to send you into Dr Jamerson's office to be told off.</div> <div class="box nicki"><span style="color:#b86bd1">'Sure thing, $name. I'll be with you in just a second. Just finishing off a maintenance request form for the custodian team.'</span> She responds, looking up at you briefly.</div> You watch Nicki type away,<<if $zoeylunch == 1>> you notice her immaculate presentation. Nothing is out of place. If she wasn't a receptionist, she had the flawless beauty to be a model or a movie star.<<else>> as if nothing were the matter. Looking her up and down, she looks immaculate; nothing is out of place. There's no acknowledgement that the event ever even happened, making you confused and slightly frustrated.<</if>> <div class="box nicki"><span style="color:#b86bd1">'Finished... We're using meeting room 1.'</span> She walks off, expecting you to follow.</div> <<if $mialunch == 1 or $lesterlunch == 1>>As she takes her first few steps, you swear she sighed sensually. Does she still have the dildo inside her? You watch her plump butt sway side to side, constrained by her tight skirt, imagining the dildo held firmly by her black panties. The thought makes your mouth wet, and you're forced to swallow, saving yourself from drooling.<</if>> <div class="image-pt"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/measuring 2.webp' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> Once in the meeting room, Nicki closes all the blinds, giving the two of you privacy. <div class="box nicki"><span style="color:#b86bd1">'To save me bending over too much, how about you stand on this chair so that I can measure your lower half.'</span> She drags a chair into some space.</div> You go to stand on the chair as instructed, but Nicki stops you. <div class="box nicki"><span style="color:#b86bd1">'Dr Jamerson needs us to do this right. I'll need all your clothes off... Aside from your underwear, of course.'</span> She gives you a brief smile <<if $pills == 0>>, that you suspect is fake.<<else>>.<</if>></div></div> <<if $willpower gte -8>><div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Take your clothes off to avoid the consequences of refusing.|$clothes 2]]>><<set $work15b to 1>><<set $clothes to 2>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Take you clothes off so Nicki can do her job and to get this over with.|$clothes 2]]>>/<<set $work15b to 0>><<set $clothes to 2>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Refuse to take your clothes off|$refuse]]>>/<<set $refuse to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <<elseif $willpower lte -10>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Take your clothes off to avoid the consequences of not.|$clothes 2]]>><<set $clothes to 2>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<button type="button" disabled data-msg="Your willpower is too low"><span style="color:#858585">Next</span></button>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Measuring 4]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/interview room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/nicki.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<if $willpower gte -8 and $work15b is 1>><<changeWillpower -2>> <</if>><div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $measuring5 is 1>>You nod, sullenly, accepting his reasoning. <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90A4AE">'Very good. $name, I will leave you in the hands of Nicki, please do as she says from now on.'</span> He concludes, exiting before you have the chance to answer.</div> You wait until the Doctor leaves before you do anything.<</if>> <<if $work15b == 1>>Not wanting to decline her demand, you<<else>>You<</if>> wordlessly strip off your blazer and shirt. <<if $panties == 0 or 1>>Your head feels suddenly hot with your anticipated embarrassment. Nicki raises an eyebrow as your pause grows awkwardly long, spurring you to get it over.<</if>> Dropping your trousers, having to sway your hips from side to side to get over them, you half looking up at Nicki, expecting some form of judgement. <<if $panties == 0>><div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/measuring 5a0.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div><<elseif $panties == 1>><div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/measuring 5a1.gif' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div><<elseif $panties == 2>><div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/measuring 5a2.gif' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div><</if>> <div class="box nicki">Nicki doesn't react, but there's a moment of silence before she breaks it. <span style="color:#b86bd1">'Onto the chair so I can begin measuring your lower half.'</span></div> You do as she says, and she starts taking measurements and recording them on a tablet. Nicki completes her work in silence, which suits you as you look away, not making eye contact. Her hands feel cool as she wraps the tape around your thing, gently grazing your inner thigh. You stare at the ceiling, hoping her light touches aren't enough to arouse you. Partway through, she bends over and covers her mouth, releasing a small burp. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/measuring 6a.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> <div class="box nicki"><span style="color:#b86bd1">'That was embarrassing.'</span> She smiles sweetly. <span style="color:#b86bd1">'I had a big lunch.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'That's okay.'</span> You reassure her but don't know what else to say.</div> <<if $peek3 == 1>>Your mind reels with the realisation. What if she was talking about cum! What if she was talking about swallowing Dr Jamerson's load. The images of the scene re-enter your mind, and you pray that nothing alerted Nicki to your excitement. <</if>>When Nicki finishes, she taps a few items on her screen,<<if $panties == 1>> leaving you standing in your panties, desperate to cover yourself up.<<elseif $panties == 0>> leaving you naked, desperate to cover yourself up.<<else>> leaving you standing in your boxers.<</if>> <div class="box nicki"><span style="color:#b86bd1">'Okay, that's all I need from you. If you bring your suits in tomorrow, I'll have them sent off and they'll be ready the next day.'</span> She says before exiting the room.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Work 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/interview room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/nicki.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Relationship with Nicki has Decreased@@</span></b></center></div><<set $nicstat to $nicstat -1>> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I don't think I'm comfortable having that few clothes on.'</span> You say, trying to sound professional.</div> Nicki looks at you without saying a word. From her lack of response, you're unable to tell what she's thinking, though you're sure that you see her eyes squint with disdain. <div class="box nicki"><span style="color:#b86bd1">'Is this a confidence thing? Is this because you don't want to undress in front of a girl?'</span> She asks innocently.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'It's not that...'</span> You begin to make up a plausible excuse. <span style="color:#afeeee">'It's just, we're going to be coworkers and I rather you didn't see... all of me.' </span></div> <div class="box nicki"><span style="color:#b86bd1">'If you're worried about confidentiality, I can assure you, this is my job to...'</span> She starts before you cut her off.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'It's not that!'</span> You cut her off. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I trust you and everyone else at the company. I just don't want you to see me naked.'</span></div> Nicki stops trying to persuade you, and instead, goes quiet. <div class="box nicki"><span style="color:#b86bd1">'Fine.'</span> She suddenly breaks the silence and walks out of the room.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Measuring 5]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/interview room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/nicki.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Hearing her request, your stomach drops like a weight inside you.<<if $panties is 1>> You had almost managed to forget the panties comfortably compressing your crotch.<<elseif $panties is 0>> You had almost managed to forget your lack of underwear, causing your genitals to hang loose under you suit.<</if>> Standing motionless, you're unable to process what your action is going to be. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Couldn't you just do it with my clothes on?'</span> You rasp, your mouth dry from the apprehension.</div> <div class="box nicki"><span style="color:#b86bd1">'No, not exactly. I'll need to get the measurements of your body, without the material on top.'</span> She reasons. <span style="color:#b86bd1">'Your suit is very loose and I'll need the exact numbers for the tailor.'</span></div></div> <<if $willpower gte -8>><div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Take your clothes off to avoid the consequences of refusing.|$clothes 2]]>><<set $work15b to 1>><<set $clothes to 2>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Take you clothes off so Nicki can do her job and to get this over with.|$clothes 2]]>>/<<set $work15b to 0>><<set $clothes to 2>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Refuse to take your clothes off|$refuse]]>>/<<set $refuse to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <<elseif $willpower lte -10>><div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Take your clothes off to avoid the consequences of not.|$clothes 2]]>>/<<set $work15b to 1>><<set $clothes to 2>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<button type="button" disabled data-msg="Your willpower is too low"><span style="color:#858585">Refuse to take your clothes off</span></button>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/interview room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/nicki.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/jamerson.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You're left in silence, processing your thoughts. //Where was she going? Was it okay that you had emphatically told her no? What were you expected to do now?// You are thinking of just leaving and heading back to the office when Nicki re-enters, accompanied by Dr Jamerson. A chill of fear goes through you that you last experienced as a schoolboy facing the headmaster. <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90A4AE">'$name, would you like to explain the issue to me from your point of view?'</span> He asks, without a hint of anger or irritation in his deep voice.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I um... Yes, sir. It's just that I'm not comfortable removing all my clothes.'</span> You say feebly.</div> There's a pause as you wait for the Doctor's response. <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90A4AE">'When I said you'd be measured for the tailor, what did you expect?'</span> He continues patiently.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'That... I hoped that Nicki could do it over the top of the clothes I'm wearing now.'</span> You protest.</div> <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90A4AE">'I see.'</span> Dr Jamerson nods, and you begin to feel as though you're getting somewhere. <span style="color:#90A4AE">'When you went to your stylist in England. Did they do it over your clothes?'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Well... No...'</span> You trail off.</div> <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90A4AE">'I didn't expect them to. This needs to be done right, and to do so, we will need to take your exact measurements.'</span> He wraps up his argument.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Agree to take off your clothes|$clothes 2]]>>/<<set $measuring5 to 1>><<set $clothes to 2>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Continue to refuse]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/interview room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/nicki.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/jamerson.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Relationship with Dr Jamerson has Decreased@@</span></b></center></div><<set $jamstat to $jamstat -1>> <<changeWillpower 2>> <div class="box mini-br-after">You see his reasoning, but the thought of undressing in front of Nicki and revealing your<<if $panties == 1>> panties to her is completely humiliating.<<elseif $panties == 0>>self to her is completely humiliating.<<else>> boxers to her is completely humiliating<</if>>. You can't bring yourself to do as you're told, despite the consequences. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I can't... Sorry.'</span> You add quickly.</div> There's another pause and as it grows so does the tension. <div class="box jamerson">Finally, Dr Jamerson speaks. <span style="color:#90A4AE">'Okay. We will arrange for you to visit the tailor. Understand, $name, that this behaviour is not proper and will not be tolerated again. Is that clear?'</span> He states, slowly and emphatically.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes, sir.'</span> You mumble. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Thank you.'</span> You add for what it's worth.</div> The Doctor leaves without another word, closely followed by Nicki. You don't know whether to feel victorious with the result. It's your first day, and you're already on the wrong side of your boss. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Work 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/your desk.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<cpu>> 'Zoey Rose <br> <br> Senior Data-analyser and Testing operator at Noir Institution. Zoey joined Dr Jamerson's team after completing an education in Human Psychiatry. Recently, Zoey was part of the development team of Xiro, a revolutionary drug commonly used in specific therapy settings. <br> <br> Zoey is your direct superior.' <</cpu>> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/zoey lunch 4.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> <br> <<you>> <span>Finishing the short extract, you turn to look.</span> 'I didn't realise you were my "direct superior"?' <span>You ask.</span> <</you>> <<zoey>> 'Yeah, I am... Technically. But, please don't read too much into it! It's just the way the structuring at Noir Institution works. I would like to just be friends! Wouldn't you?' <span>She smiles apologetically.</span> <</zoey>> <<you>> 'Oh, me too!' <span>You grin back, feeling far more at ease.</span> <</you>> <<zoey>> 'That's pretty much it. It'll update whenever your relationships change. It'll even let you know that we're going out if we were ever to date, and you forgot!' <span>She laughs.</span> <</zoey>> <<you>> 'If that were to happen, there would be no way I'd need to be reminded!' <span>You retort.</span> <</you>> <<set $clothes to 0>> <<zoey>> 'That is exactly the right answer.' <<if $clothes == 0>> <span>She walks back to her office.</span> 'Now, you got a date with Nicki.' <span>She winks.</span> <<else>> <span>She says, pleased with herself.</span> 'Right, now to get on to something useful.' <</if>> <</zoey>> <<if $clothes is 1>> <<you>> 'Yeah... Yeah, I'm ready.' <span>You nod.</span> <</you>> <<zoey>> 'That's what I like to hear!' <span>She replies.</span> 'It's basically sorting data from our past study. It's quite a big task so I expect it to take you at least a day or two to complete.' <span>Zoey hovers over your shoulder.</span> <</zoey>> <</if>> </div> <<if $clothes == 1>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Work 1]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Measuring 1]]>><</button>>@@</div> <</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/zoeys office.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah, I'd really like that!'</span> You say enthusiastically, wanting to appear interested in Zoey's interests.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Really!? Okay, come into my office, I'll show you!'</span> She skips off excitedly without waiting for you.</div> Following her, you see she's standing over a series of papers. <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Ms Winters devised this experiment. Basically, we started with a large group of male candidates from the college, though gender is all that relates them. They were then asked a pre-test questionnaire. Candidates were first told the average erect male appendage was 6 inches, then asked what was the size of their penis?...'</span> She begins merrily.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Wait, what!?'</span> You interrupt, shocked that they would even ask such a question.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'What?'</span> Zoey responds, genuinely confused at your embarrassment.</div> <div class="box you">You falter, second-guessing yourself. <span style="color:#afeeee">'How can you... Just ask, something like that? Guys are really happy to tell you that?'</span> The questions cascade.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Well, yeah.'</span> She says plainly, without any remorse. <span style="color:#e50666">'All of our candidates are compensated generously, to the point that taking place is quite competitive. And, this is a psychological examination, I suppose people feel they'll be treated without judgment.'</span> She shrugs.</div> <<if $willpower gte 6>>You raise an eyebrow unconvinced. <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'$name, this was the experiment. And, I can assure you that none of our candidates raised any issues.'</span> She concludes. <span style="color:#e50666">'There might be something to be said about comfort with someones own body.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Okay... Yeah, sorry for interrupting.'</span> You say appologetically.</div><<else>>You nod, the urge to want to agree with Zoey taking over.<</if>> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Great! Where was I?... Oh, right! Penis size!'</span> She smiles playfully. <span style="color:#e50666">'For the main experiment, candidates were essentially asked to rate a sample of women who were all dressed in provocative lingerie, from 1-10. The point of this experiment wasn't strictly to find out how men rated women. But to find out if their tendency to exaggerate or accurately describe the size of their appendage correlated with how they rated women.'</span> She looked at you, checking if you had absorbed the information.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Work 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/zoeys office.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You simply nodded, letting her continue. <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'This process took a while...'</span> She skipped a few pages and displayed the findings. <span style="color:#e50666">'Firstly, we found that men under 7 inches routinely exaggerated their size. Basically, the smaller the penis, the higher the tendency to exaggerate. As lying was very possible, and men often come to believe such lies, we assumed that men who accurately described their penis size were either satisfied with its size or generally comfortable with themselves. We categorised these men into Category A. Men who exaggerated their penis size were put into Category B.'</span> <span style="color:#e50666">'Now, for the interesting bit.'</span> She paused for dramatic effect. <span style="color:#e50666">'Men from Category A tended to accurately rate the women shown to them! Men from Category B tended to routinely underrate the women!' </span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Do we know why?'</span> You asked curiously.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Exactly! Why?!'</span> She beamed at you proudly. <span style="color:#e50666">'We suspect that, by undervaluing the women, these men made themselves feel superior! This was somewhat confirmed when asked the final question: if given the opportunity, would you pick up a selected member of each group?' I'm not boring you, am I?'</span> She looks suddenly worried about the idea.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'No.'</span> You rapidly shake your head. <span style="color:#afeeee">'This is actually far more interesting than I expected it to be!'</span></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Work 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/zoeys office.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Okay then! Then there's a final surprising statistic. These were men with penises under 4 Inches. Like before, these men were divided into Categories A and B. Those from Category B and with a penis under 4 inches were found to more consistently, highly underrate the women. We hypothesised that these men felt victimised by women as they felt judged by them. By under-rating the women, they were compensating for every time they felt rejected.'</span> She continues. <span style="color:#e50666">'Those from Category A and with penises under 4 inches were more likely to overrate women! This was hypothesised that these were men who worshipped women as superior! A real-life example would point to the "simp" culture! There's also a third category for men with significantly small penises, but that's really not important.'</span> Zoey concluded triumphantly.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'That's the third?'</span> You ask, truly getting into the narrative.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'I'm not sure if it's one of the things I'm not allowed to talk about. I'm pretty sure they were relatively unexpected and we'll be looking to do future experiments with them.'</span> She responds the best she can.</div> <div class="box you">You laugh. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Now, I'm really interested!'</span></div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Well, you're not allowed to be!'</span> Zoey says jovially. <span style="color:#e50666">'Okay, we better get on with it. Come and ask me any questions if you need to!'</span></div> Sitting back at your desk, take a deep breath, to calm yourself, and open the first image.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Work 4]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<<if $work is 0>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/zoeys office.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div><<else>><div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/your desk.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><</if>> <div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $work is 0>><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I think, if it's okay I'm happy to just start.'</span> You shrug, keen to get begin.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Absolutely! Come and get me if you need me, or if anything needs clarification?'</span> She gives you a warm smile before leaving you to it.</div> Sitting back at your desk, take a deep breath, to calm yourself, and open the first image.<</if>>You sit and stare at the first image, stunned by the exisit beauty of the girl on the screen. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/pic 1.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> In takes a moment lost in the beauty of the girl for you to reailse what you're supposed to be doing and catagories the picture according to it average score and it's score according to individaul candidates scoring. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/pic 2 1.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> The next image is much cuter than the last though you feel equally drawn in by her. You realise that you're being paid to catagories these pictures and it's probably a good idea to hurry. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/pic 2.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> Despite your effort, you can't help but take some time to admire the next picture. The teasing nature of her open shorts eludes to far more than is shown. You find yourself wishing that she was showing just a little more.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Work 5]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/your desk.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Accustomed to the procedure, you get into a rhythm, pausing now and again to appreciate the beauty of the models. You gain an understanding. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/pic 5.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> Idly opening the next image you're stunned. A large cock appears and you impulsively turn to check no one can see the phallus invading your screen. You're stunned, lost as what to do. Turning off the monitor to save anyone catching the dick, you nervously go to ask Zoey to help you. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/dickpic 1.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> You knock and pop your head into Zoey's office to find her lent away from you over her desk, displaying her heart-shaped ass. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Zoey?'</span> You start as she doesn't respond straight away.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Hm?'</span> She replies, not moving from her spot.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Well, there's a slight issue with the... the um.'</span> You stammer, not wanting to say it aloud.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'With your computer?'</span> Zoey turns around to face you.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'No! It's fine. There's a picture.'</span> You start. <span style="color:#afeeee">'It's a dick.'</span></div></div> <<if $work1 is 0>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Work 6]]>><</button>>@@</div><<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Work 7]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/zoeys office.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box zoey">Zoey laughs. <span style="color:#e50666">'You had me worried for a moment! What was it like?'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Well. It was big and thick. Really thick.'</span> You try and recall.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'I'm sure it was. You have no idea how many pictures of dicks I've seen!'</span> She says, still laughing. <span style="color:#e50666">'Don't worry about them. If you don't mind labelling them according to alleged and actual size, then storing them in a separate folder.'</span> She finishes, letting you return to your work.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Wait, what!?'</span> You interrupt, shocked that they would even ask such a question.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'What?'</span> Zoey responds, genuinely confused at your embarrassment.</div> <div class="box you">You falter, second-guessing yourself. <span style="color:#afeeee">'How can you... Just ask, something like that? Guys are really happy to tell you that?'</span> The questions cascade.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Well, yeah.'</span> She says plainly, without any remorse. <span style="color:#e50666">'All of our candidates are compensated generously, to the point that taking place is quite competitive. And, this is a psychological examination, I suppose people feel they'll be treated without judgment.'</span> She shrugs.</div> <<if $willpower gt 6>>You raise an eyebrow unconvinced. <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'$name, this was the experiment. And, I can assure you that none of our candidates raised any issues.'</span> She concludes. <span style="color:#e50666">'There might be something to be said about comfort with someones own body.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Okay... Yeah, sorry for interrupting.'</span> You say appologetically.</div><<else>>You nod, the urge to want to agree with Zoey taking over.<</if>></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Work 7]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/zoeys office.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<if $work1 is 1>> <<zoey>> <span>Zoey laughs.</span> 'You had me worried for a moment! What was it like?' <</zoey>> <<you>> 'Well. It was big and thick. Really thick.' <span> You try and recall, letting the image of the cock penertrates back into your mind. </span> <</you>> <<zoey>> 'I'm sure it was. You have no idea how many pictures of dicks I've seen!' <span>She says, still laughing.</span> 'Don't worry about them. If you don't mind labelling them according to alleged and actual size, a brief description of a defining characteristic, then storing them in a separate folder.' <span>She finishes, letting you return to your work.</span> <</zoey>> <</if>> <<you>> <<if $work1 == 1>>'But, why<<else>>'Why<</if>> a description?' <span>You ask exasperated.</span> <</you>> <<zoey>> 'Not a bad question.' <span> She says, turning her attention back to her work as she answers your question. </span> 'When we do experiments like this, we try and gather as much data as possible. Then we're able to see any other corralations. If there are any.' <</zoey>> <<you>> 'Oh, I guess.' <span>You reply.</span> <</you>> Zoey, consumed by her work, doesn't give any indication that she's heard you. <br> <br> Returning to your desk, you turn the monitor back on, and are greeted with the meaty cock. You initially try to avert you eyes, but Zoey's reasoning about comfort with someones own body comes to mind. //This is simply an experiment and something I should get used to//, you think to yourself. <br> <br> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/dickpic 1.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> <br> 'Large, thick cock. Shaved and veiny. Owner holds it with confidence.' You list, proud of your development. <br> <br> After a moment of deliberation, you change "cock" to "penis". It sounds more professional, and you're not completely sure why you referred to it as a "cock". </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Work 8]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/your desk.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You feel rewarded for your maturity dealing with the description of the cock as a girl on all fours appears on you screen next, biting her lip seductively. She's so cute and yet equally sexy. Despite being at work you find yourself getting aroused and blood rushes to your dick. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/pic 6.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> Hoping to calm down, the next image shows a beautiful blonde in a short dress, her toned curvaceous leg on full display. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/pic 4.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> <<if $clothes == 1>>Glancing down, you can see the tight fitting material clearly displaying your small erection. You tuck yourself further under the desk to compensate, desperately trying to hide your shame.<<else>>Glancing down, you're almost relieved that the baggy material of you suit conceals your small erection. Just in case, you tuck yourself further under your desk.<</if>> <<if $panties == 1>> You don't want to admit it, but the tightness of your panties feels oddly good against your dick, as if the material is firmly grasping it. Your cheeks flush with the embarrassment of the reality. <</if>> You sort through a few more pictures before being confronted once again by a cock on your screen. It's far smaller than the last, closer to your the size of your own. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/dickpic 3.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> 'Small penis with excess foreskin.' You describe, though you're lost on how else to describe it, for the most part, it's unremarkable. The next image stuns you. A large black cock imposes on your monitor. You're lost for words, unlike the last image this cock is far from "unremarkable". <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/dickpic 5.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> You spend a few seconds, just looking at it trying to gather the right words to describe it. 'Very big, cock. Very thick. Long and slightly curved.' You write, trying to capture the essence of the image in front of you. The word godly flashes through your mind, but you quickly disregard it, embarrassed that you had even considered it. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Work 9]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/your desk.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> You feel as though you process hundreds of pictures, constantly aroused, looking a pictures of skimpily dressed women and writing descriptions about dicks. <div class="image-pt"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/pic 7.gif' style="width: 100%;"/></center></div> You begin to feel frazzled as you monotonously catagorise picture after picture. The whole time you feel horny, you crave relief. The images are helping at this moment but it's the same thing making it worse. <div class="image-pt"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/pic 8.gif' style="width: 100%;"/></center></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Gym]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/your desk.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">The woman in the next picture is breathtaking. She has large boobs, especially compared to her slim curvey frame. Her make up and sultry expression suggest naughty things without them needing to be put into words. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/pic 7.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> The picture boosts your arousal once again as you feel lost in her eyes. Clicking on the next image, once again you're face to face with a big black cock. It looks bigger than the last. You find yourself thinking about a girl in this position; it's almost intimidating and must be worse to have it right in front of you. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 3/dickpic 6.jpg' style="width: 100%;"/></center></div> You snap yourself out of your daze and focus on writing the description. 'Big black cock. Very thick, very big. Meaty.' You write, trying to get onto the next image to avoid the odd lure of this one.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Work 10]]>><</button>>@@</div>

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<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1//banners/supermarket 3.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/guy.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<changeWillpower 2>> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'We aren't allowed to take tips here, sir. And this company uniform, used for cleaning.'</span> You tell him, possibly sharper than you intended.</div> <div class="box guy1">He turns around, irritation obviously on his face. <span style="color:#5079e0">You've obviously had a bad day, give it back then.'</span>' He says, snatching the note back and stuffing it in his wallet. <span style="color:#5079e0">'I was being nice.'</span> He slams a £2 coin on the counter and storms off.</div> You were technically right and had stayed strong, but you still felt like a bit of a jerk as you cashed up and headed back to the break room. <div class="box damion"><span style="color:#91291f">'Alright, Professor?'</span> Damion smirks at you. <span style="color:#91291f">'Was going to University worth it? Do you feel better than all of us?'</span></div> Anger swells up inside you. Who did he think they were. You didn't want much, just to have a simple job while something else came around. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I don't need this right now.'</span> You say, your voice; ominous.</div> <div class="box damion"><span style="color:#91291f">'What?'</span> Damion said in his familiar dull tone.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I don't need you constantly making my life miserable. I have plenty of things to do that for me, and I don't need you to be one of them...'</span> You continue.</div> <div class="box damion"><span style="color:#91291f">'Don't raise your voice to me, you little bitch. I'm the manager. I own you!'</span> He snaps back, standing up tall, puffing his chest out.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Supermarket 6]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"> <img src='media/chapter 1/banners/supermarket 1.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <p>Suddenly he looms above you, and you feel a part of you flinch with fear.</p> <<you>> 'What are you going to do, Damion? Hit me? You're not allowed to do that. We're in the real world!' <span>The words, just coming out of you.</span> <</you>> <<damion>> 'Yes, we are. And in the real world, you're fired!' <span>His face, full of fury.</span> <</damion>> <<you>> <span>That stunned you, but only for a second.</span> 'Fine. I honestly don't want to work here.' <span>You drop the apron and walk off to the breakroom to retrieve your things.</span> <</you>> <<damion>> <span>On your way out, Damion shouts to you.</span> 'If you have second thoughts, you better beg for your job back.' <</damion>> <p> You walk home through the street light lit streets, the ground wet from the days rain. The air was cold, and your entire journey, you just wanted to be at home in the warm. </p> <p> On your way home, the feeling of pride that filled you as you stood up to him is replaced by a suffocating dread at the thought of having to beg him to take you back. You enter your home, looking forward to just staying in your room, when you hear a voice calling you from the living room. </p> <<adrian>> '$name?' <span>You hear Adrian's voice as you kick off your shoes.</span> <</adrian>> <p> You take a deep breath and force a more relaxed demeanour before entering the living room. Adrian was sitting in a sleek suit at the dining table in the living room with his girlfriend, Sophie. She was dressed in leggings and a crop top that showed off her tight waistline. They had been going out for two years, and though you were never sure how Adrian had scored a girl like Sophie, they seemed pretty good together. </p> </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Home 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box melissa"><span style="color:#2a6bc1">'I know. I am working late and just read your email and compared it to what we have about you on file. I think I have a position that you'd be perfect for. Are you willing to move internationally for the job?'</span> She continued, not missing a beat.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Well, yes. Yes, that shouldn't be a problem at all.'</span> You perked up, suddenly feeling way more optimistic about life.</div> <div class="box melissa"><span style="color:#2a6bc1">'Good, the position has technically closed but, I know the lady in recruiting and, I'm sure we can work something out. Does that sound okay for you?'</span> She asked.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes! Wait, you haven't told me anything about the job.'</span> You fill in quickly.</div> <div class="box melissa"><span style="color:#2a6bc1">'Oh god! of course! I just got so excited! It's a research position with Noir Institution. They're part of Delmarva College in America. The position comes with a load of benefits, including accommodation, gym access, food, and they'll fly you over. Oh, and the starting wage is 55 to 70k a year.'</span> She boasts proudly.</div> You don't respond. The prospect sounds too good to be true, and you're sure that an offer this good would be popular, so there's no way you could compete. <div class="box melissa"><span style="color:#2a6bc1">'So, you don't mind me submitting your details?'</span> Melissa continued sensing your hesitation.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah!'</span> You say, trying to keep positive. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Thank you, Melissa.'</span></div> <div class="box melissa"><span style="color:#2a6bc1">'Hey.'</span> She stops you before your intrusive thoughts sow seeds of doubt. <span style="color:#2a6bc1">'Don't worry about it at all. Expect an email or call from them in the next day or two. You'll be fine. They really haven't given much about the job or the institution, so really there's no prep needed, they just want to know about you.'</span> She says softly. <span style="color:#2a6bc1">'I'll give you a call after your interview. Just to check up.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Sure, thanks again.'</span> You try to sound more hopeful than you feel.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Home 5]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/porn 1.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You put down the phone and sit on your bed before getting your laptop out, loosening your trousers and lying back comfortably. Porn is your escape. Watching it gets you lost in a world of lust and pleasure, letting you escape from the real world for a bit. Lately, you find yourself turning to porn more often, such that it's turned into a daily or twice-daily occurrence. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/porn 2.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> You open your browser, load up some porn, put in your wireless headphones, clicking on a recommended video. Your hand reaches down your boxers and gently holds your already hard dick between two fingers. It has never really bothered you, but your dick has never been that big, 4 inches, and that's being generous. After a few minutes of stroking yourself, you find you're not really getting into it. Everything seems to be normal. The girl is moaning with pleasure, she's hot, and you do feel aroused, but it's just not as good. Not the escape you've come to know and love.</div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Keep watching this, it's still porn and it's hot]]>>/<<set $hypno1 to 0>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Have a look for something that really gets you going]]>>/<<set $hypno1 to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You gesture for the shot to pan out and see the guy, naked, sitting on the couch, his legs splayed. A beautiful red-head in nothing but black panties is on her hands and knees, sensually sucking his cock. Her hand gently stroked his balls and shaft. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/porn 3a.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> You look at her perfectly smooth pale skin, imagining how touching it must feel. The scene changes and you see the guy lying on the couch, holding one of her legs up, his cock positioned at the opening of her pussy. Teasing her as they passionately kiss. You could see just how big his cock was, twitching with apprehension and wet with her saliva. He pulls back for a second, looking her deep in her innocent eyes, before plunging his cock inside her. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/porn 4a.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> Her head tipped back, and she threw her head backwards with ecstasy. He takes his opportunity to bite and kiss her neck. You watch as her body writhes with pleasure while he pushes the length of his cock into her. Her gasps and moans fill your head, making you wonder, for a split second, what she must be feeling. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/porn 5a.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> As he increases his pace, she cries out, each trust sending a ripple through her body. He kisses her, both of them locked in the other's embrace as he fucks her hard. Listening to the slaps as their skin collides, her screams of pleasure, you can't help but jerk yourself off franticly to the scene in front of you. The sensation emanating from your dick makes you gasp, and it's not long before you feel like you want to cum.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Porn 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You suddenly feel the urge for more. Something a little... Deeper. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/porn 3b.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> You click onto a related video, and then another. A thumbnail catches your eye. A stunning girl, dressed in black lingerie that perfectly contrasts her skin, is being fucked from both ends by two large black men. You find you have to swallow as you click on it. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/porn 3b2.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> Instantly your head is filled with the sound of slurping and moaning as she sucks one cock and strokes the other, working her way back and forth between them. In her petite hands, the black cocks looked like monsters. Within seconds you feel like you're about to cum, but you don't want to. You want to watch her. You want to see her getting fucked. It takes all of your willpower but, you take your fingers off your penis, gasping as the loss of pleasure is excruciating. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/porn 4b.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> After a few seconds, you're rewarded for your resolve as the scene changes. One of the guys is stood behind her, slowly pushing his cock in and out of her, as the other guy's cock disappears between her thick lips. You swipe your hand right in front of the camera to change angles, a new technology that lets you watch any scene from any angle. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Porn 2b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You try to hold off cumming as you watch her climb on top of him and impale herself on his cock, the entire shaft disappearing into her. Her pale bubble butt bounces, slamming down, making her body ripple and forcing a muffled moan out of her. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/porn 6a.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> You can't help but orgasm watching them. You didn't mean to, but now that you've started, you just can't stop. Your body flexes as a wave of pleasure pulses through your body. Slowly, you come down from your high, bliss from your orgasm still lingering in your body. Returning to your senses: you close up your laptop and clean up, ready for bed. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/porn 7a.mp4' autoplay muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> The familiar feeling of shame fills you as you lie in bed. Ashamed and slightly embarrased, you letting sleep take you. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Morning 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/porn 4b2.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> You get closer to her face, her eyes are glazed over, her cheeks flushed, and you see her throat bulging as it's forced open by the big black cock. You feel yourself panting erotically as you touch your dick again. Hearing her gasp every time the guy behind her pushed his black cock into her, made you only last half a minute before you have to force your fingers off your dick. You know as soon as you cum, you won't want this anymore, and you'll have to leave this fantasy. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/porn 5b.webm' autoplay loop muted style="width: 100%;"/> </center></div> You're about to cum when the screen cuts to black and the logo flashes on the screen. You're too late to stop and keep going. The next video loads up and, 1-second clips flash in front of you. Beautiful girl after beautiful girl. Only just giving your mind time to register them and the big black cock filling their mouths before the next one replaces them. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 1/porn 6b.webp' style="width: 100%;"/> </center></div> Your orgasm doesn't stop and, your body flex's as wave after wave of pleasure rushes through you. You cum longer and harder than you've ever cum before. You feel your body lose all its energy as you begin to drift to sleep. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Morning 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <<changeWillpower -2>> <<changeMaleAttraction 5>> <div class="box mini-br-after">You awake in the morning from a restful night's sleep. You lie in bed and, as you come around, you're aware of a woman's voice talking to you gently. Her voice is soothing and rhythmic. You crack your eyes to see where the voice is coming from and notice your laptop on its side. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/morning 1b.webm' autoplay loop muted style="width: 100%;"/> </center></div> <div class="box hypno"><span style="color:#DEB2E6">'You want to please. You love to please. Making others happy makes you happy. You want to be happy.'</span> The voice lulls you.</div> You take another moment to wake up before turning your laptop screen. It's still playing porn and, the video titled: Submission is Pleasure. You continue to stare as a beautiful girl is kneeling down, looking up at the camera. Her crystal blue eyes hypnotizing you. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/morning 2b.webm' autoplay loop muted style="width: 100%;"/> </center></div> After a few seconds, you notice her cock between her legs and snap out of your trance. She's so cute and, you would have sworn she was a girl except for the cock between her legs. Her eyes seem to be lulling you back into a dreamy state. You quickly exit the site and sit in stunned silence, still feeling the influence of her gaze. The flashing icon of your email catches your attention. With effort, you manage to open your email, the effects of the video seeming to slip away as your mind moves on. An email from Noir Institution is sitting in your inbox, sent a little while after your conversation with Melissa. You hurridly open it, suddenly filled with excitement.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Morning 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $hypno1 is 0>><div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 1/morning 2 1.gif' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> You awake in the morning from a restful night's sleep. You feel the comfort of your bed holding onto you as you slowly bring yourself to get up. After a few seconds of trying to muster willpower, you give up and pick up your phone. The email icon flashes, catching your attention. An email from Noir Institution is sitting in your inbox, sent a little while after your conversation with Melissa. You hurridly open it, suddenly filled with excitement. <</if>><div class="box cpu">Dear $name $lastname, Thank you for your interest in the role at Noir Institution. Unfortunately, the position has been filled, and we are no longer looking for someone in this field. However, upon reviewing your application, we see you fitting into another department within the institution. As a result, we'd like to extend the opportunity to interview. As interviewing times have technically closed, the interview will occur at 10.30 GMT. Please click the link below up to 30 minutes before your interview time: LINK Thank you for your time. Abigail Winters</div> Your excitement builds as you finish reading the email. They wanted you and had a place specifically in mind for you. Thoughts about your past attempts at getting a job intrude and you stand paralysed by them for a second before shaking yourself free. This time was going to be different, you knew you would. Jumping in front of the mirror, you make yourself look presentable, brushing your long hair into order with your fingers. Fortunately, you'd only ever had to shave once every week. It had bothered you for a while. But, right now, it was one less thing to have to think about.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Interview 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You click on the link with two minutes to spare. Barely, having any time to compose yourself, you're greeted by the most beautiful woman that you think you've ever seen. She looks like she should be an actress or a model, with her high cheekbones and straight blonde hair, swept over one shoulder. Her crystal blue eyes feel as if they're looking straight into yours through the camera, intimidating you and forcing you to swallow a lump in your throat. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/interview 1.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Hello, nice to meet you, I'm $name...'</span> You begin.</div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2660">'I'm aware, thank you.'</span> She cuts you off. Her voice is melodic and yet distinctly commanding. <span style="color:#ac2660">'I am Abigail Winters. I work for Dr Jamerson in Noir Institution. We are a private research group that operates in Delmarva College. We specialise in Psychoactive substances and their effects.'</span> She continues as if what she has to say matters more than anything else. <span style="color:#ac2660">'You will be interviewed today as a data processor and lab assistant.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes, thank you for considering me.'</span> You respond, trying to display confidence.</div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2660">'Good, then let's begin.'</span> She looks down, finding her first question off her script. <span style="color:#ac2660">'Please describe a time in which you were proud of something you've done.'</span></div> Without giving much thought, you recite an answer that you'd prepared previously for another interview. She asks more questions, learning about your academic history, in which you were able to brag about being a straight-A student, and your hobbies and aspirations. She asks a little about how you think you'd cope with moving countries for work, in which you described your excitement for a new opportunity. Abigail responds to each of your answers with the same unimpressed expression. <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2660">'Now, this will be my last question for now. You have actually done very well so far, so please try and answer this last question truthfully. I need to first stress that we are not looking for a correct answer. We need you to answer truthfully.'</span> She paused, letting that set in. <span style="color:#ac2660">'Please, take your time and tell me about your recent and current mental state.'</span></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Interview 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You sit, shocked at such a personal question, having never been asked anything of the sort in an interview setting. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I... Well...'</span> You know the answer, though you just want to phrase it in a way that looks favourably on you.</div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2660">'We understand that this isn't a standard interview question. We're actually looking for candidates who understand what it feels like to feel low. Take your time.'</span> She interrupts, talking in a gentle tone that causes your body to relax.</div> <div class="box you">After letting a moment pass, you answer. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I suppose, I've struggled for a long while with being myself and not being what everyone around me expects me to be. Like, I've always been so good academically, I went to Uni and got a good degree. But, when I wasn't able to get a conventional job, I don't know, I felt lost. I feel like people don't know the real me... I feel like I don't know the real me. It's made me feel pretty lonely.'</span> You're not sure where the words came from. Perhaps somewhere from deep within.</div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2660">'So, would you say you were happy?'</span> She asked in the same soft manner.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I...'</span> You trail off. <span style="color:#afeeee">'No. I don't think I am.'</span></div> There was a pause as the two of you let the words set in. Your surroundings seem to gradually return to your awareness. <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2660">'Thank you, $name. For the final part of the interview, as Noir Institution is particularly interested in the all-around health of our employees, we'll need some physical details from you.'</span> Her tone, no longer soft and lulling, roots you back in the moment. <span style="color:#ac2660">'Please remove your suit jacket and take a few paces back from your camera.'</span></div> Without speaking, you do as she says, removing your suit jacket and taking a step back from the screen, as instructed to do so. <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2660">'Very good, now please turn ninety degrees and look straight ahead.'</span> Abigail says, her voice commanding without being harsh.</div> She gets you to repeat the process twice more such that she has a record of you from four of your angles.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Interview 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2660">'Thank you. Now, you may take your seat.'</span> She waited while you sat down again. <span style="color:#ac2660">'Thank you, $name, for interviewing with us with such short notice. I'm pleased to let you know that we are happy to accept you for the role of Data processor and lab assistant with Noir Institution.'</span></div> Your eyes open wide and you feel your heart beat with excitement. It takes you a moment before you're able to calm down, unable to believe that you actually have this job. <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2660">'Should you accept the role.'</span> She continued. <span style="color:#ac2660">'You will need to fly out to us on Monday of next week, in order to arrive before the beginning of the semester. You will be working under Dr Jamerson. You will be staying in a condo on campus. Upon starting, you will receive a full medical examination and will be expected to use the gym facilities and consume the diet that is deemed appropriate. Accommodation, food and leisure expenses are all covered. You will be expected to show up to work on time and must ask permission from a superior before you leave at the end of the day. If you are happy with all of the conditions laid out in your contract, please say "I do" and sign in front of your camera.'</span></div></div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Happily agree to sign the contract|$interview: 0]]>>/<<set $interview to 0>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Try and ask if you could read the contract before signing it|Read contract]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Tell Ms Winters it would be a good idea to read the contract before signing it|Read contract]]>><<set $int3 to 1>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2660">'Your flight tickets have been paid for, as well as transport to and from the airport. All the details have been sent to your email.'</span> She says over the sound of her tidying papers. <span style="color:#ac2660">'We look forwards to seeing you here.'</span> She concludes, turning off her camera, and leaving you staring at yourself on the screen.</div> You can't believe it. A day ago, you were working in a shitty supermarket, and now you had a job working in a prestigious institution in what seemed like a dream job. You continue to sit in stunned silence for a few moments more before you decide to go and tell Adrian and Sophie. You take off your headphones, the sounds of the real world returning to you. As soon as you open your door, you hear it. Loud moans. As you creep down the hallway, the sounds are definitely coming from Adrian and Sophie's room.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Peek]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<if $int3 is 1>><<changeWillpower 2>> <</if>><div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I think... I think it would be better if I read the contract.'</span> You say, trying to reel in your excitement and act professionally. <span style="color:#afeeee">'If you don't mind, of course.'</span> You add quickly.</div> <div class="box abigail">Abigail just looks at you for a second, the irritation evident in her eyes. She sighs and refers to her desktop. <span style="color:#ac2660">'As you wish.'</span> Her voice is cold.</div> <div class="box cpu">After a few moments, a document is automatically loaded up onto half of your screen. It reads: 'A Contract Stipulating the Conduct and Expectations of Those in the Employment of Noir Institution: Data Processor.' On the other side of your screen, Abigail is looking intently at you, waiting for you to finish reading. Her gaze is intensely unimpressed, and you find yourself just looking at the contract pretending to read it to avoid looking at her.</div> <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/interview 13.jpg" style="width: 100%;"></center></div> You try to suck it up and scroll through the contract, reading various pieces of information: <div class="box cpu">'Superior member's of staff must be referred to as Sir or Miss, unless told otherwise by said member.'</div> <div class="box cpu">'Employees must request to leave at the end of every day and must report in with superiors at the beginning. This is mandatory during the aforementioned probation period and will remain so until the employee's superiors decide otherwise.'</div> You take a second to comprehend the lengthy legal talk, still acutely aware of Abigail watching you. You scrolled back, looking for a section or passage talking about the probation period. After what feels like forever, you find what you're looking for. <div class="box cpu">'New employees are subject to a 1-month probation period, or longer if the employee's superiors deem it necessary. Over said period, employees are expected to strictly uphold the rules, as given by the employee's superiors. Warnings may be issued, but a continuous failure to uphold said rules may result in punishments as decided by any of the employee's superiors.'</div> <<if $willpower gte 4>>Abigail is sitting in silence, still staring at you, her gaze icy. You begin to skim reading just to get the ordeal over with. After some time, you realise you're not taking any of the information in. Half of you wants just to tell her you're done, as you're struggling under the pressure of Abigail's stare.<<else>>Abigail is sitting in silence, still staring at you, her gaze icy. You begin to skim reading just to get the ordeal over with. After some time, you realise that you can't recall very much of anything you've just read. You know you're going to accept the job, probably no matter what. //So why am I reading this//, your think to yourself? //Is it because you've been told you always should? What's the point if you can't even remember what you're reading?//<</if>></div> <<if $willpower gte 2>><div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Continue reading|$interview: 2]]>>/<<set $interview to 2>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Finish reading to stop taking up Ms Winter's time|$interview: 1]]>><<set $interview to 1>><<set $rc to 1>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Finish reading to stop taking up Ms Winter's time|$interview: 1]]>>/<<set $interview to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<button type="button" disabled data-msg="Your willpower is too low"><span style="color:#858585">Continue reading</span></button>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/hallway.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/adrian.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/sophie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'No!'</span> Sophie shouted, stopping abruptly. Ramming the dildo back up her ass, shuddering as she did, she takes Adrian's face in her hand. <span style="color:#958de7">'You don't get to cum. Not until I do, is that clear?'</span> Her voice was low and menacing.</div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'Yes! I can try!'</span> Adrian moaned, desperation still thick in his voice.</div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'I hope you do better than that.'</span> Sophie cooed, her tone sweet again. <span style="color:#958de7">'Now, suck my tits, okay?'</span></div> <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/peek 4.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> Adrian complies as Sophie reaches back around, taking hold of the dildo while she begins to move her hips up and down. It's not long until they're at it at full pace again, the house filled with their moans once again. Adrian's grunts sound almost painful as he struggles to control himself and not cum. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/peek 4 2.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'I'm cumming, babyyy! Cum with me! Cum now! Mmmmm, Yes!!!'</span> Sophie screamed, her body shuddering as the orgasm washed over her.</div> Adrian instantly responded, groaning while you watch his body tense and then release. After a few moments, Sophie collapsed down on top of Adrian, her boobs pressed up against him. Realising they've finished, slowly, you back away from the door and down the stairs. You end up in the living room and have to take a few moments to regather yourself after what you've just seen. You have to remind yourself that you've just got an amazing job and that in about a week you'll be flying off to America. You should be celebrating. You order food for the three of you from your favourite pizza place.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Smoke 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/hallway.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/adrian.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/sophie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">As you watch the two of them fuck, the sound of it is intoxicating. A sudden wave of just how wrong it is that you're watching your two friends being so intimate with each other. A wave of shame hits you as you try to back away as quickly and quietly as possible. <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'No!'</span> You hear Sophie's voice sharply as you sneak back to your room.</div> You get back into your room and close the door, trying to forget the scene; burnt into your mind. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/peek 4 2.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Smoke 1a]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/kitchen.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/adrian.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">When you begin to hear someone coming down the stairs, you put in your headphones and go about doing the dishes, acting busy. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/smoke 1.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box adrian">Adrian emerges, his face still flushed red. <span style="color:#00bb44">'Hey. Didn't know you were home. You didn't go to work today?'</span> He starts hesitantly.</div> <div class="box you">You make a point of removing your headphones, before responding casually. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah, I've just been upstairs in my room. I had an interview today.'</span></div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'Oh yeah? and how did it go?'</span> He asks.</div> The conversation so far felt so awkward that you're sure that he must know, that you know. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'It went really well.'</span> You pause for dramatic effect. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I got the job!'</span> You burst out.</div> The tension seemed to release as Adrian believed you had no idea what he and Sophie were just up to. <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'That's fantastic, man! I'm so pleased for you! What job is it for?'</span> He beamed.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'It's a research group in America called Noir Institution, working with the mind or something, and the job was for a data processor and lab assistant!'</span> You blurted out, not trying to sound too boastful.</div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'So, what? You're moving to America?'</span> He looked a little shocked.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yep, next week.'</span></div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'Well, shit! Fantastic... But I can't believe you're leaving.'</span> He trailed off.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah, I guess I am. I can't wait though, this is really big for me. It's like, finally, after all this time, after all the rejections, someone is finally seeing the potential in me!'</span> You beam at him.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Smoke 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/living room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/adrian.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/sophie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><span style="color:#958de7">'What's going on?'</span> Sophie emerges from the bottom of the stairs, adjusting her spaghetti-strap tank top to fit her boobs. <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'$name has a new job in America, and he's leaving next week!'</span> Adrian smiled, not taking his eyes off you.</div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'Really? Did you contact the University like I said?'</span> Sophie said as if it were all thanks to her.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I did and, like, they called me straight away, and less than a day later, I have a job!'</span> You smile. Not even Sophie could bring you down today.</div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'Yeah, I had a friend who did it during Uni. She also got a job in America.'</span> Sophie continued, her tone; arguably dismissive.</div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'We going to celebrate?'</span> Adrian asked, grinning and changing the subject.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Already ordered from Alexandro's!'</span> You said proudly.</div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'Fantastic!'</span> Adrian said excitedly. <span style="color:#00bb44">'I'm going to go roll a J! You two get some drinks!'</span> He rushed upstairs, leaving you alone with Sophie.</div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'So. You've been home all day?'</span> Sophie asks with something ever so slightly off in her voice.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah, didn't wake up until late, then I had my interview.'</span> You respond, suddenly feeling on guard.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Smoke 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/living room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/sophie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'So, you didn't see or hear anything that you shouldn't have?'</span> She questioned sternly.</div> <div class="box you">You spend a second pretending to think about it. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Sorry, no. I finished my interview, and I came straight down here to order.'</span> You said, as innocently as could.</div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'You sure?'</span> Sophie's voice was now icy.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah.'</span> You shift uncomfortably under her stare. You felt like she knew, but you were too far into your lie to stop now.</div> A knock at the door saves you from the interrogation. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'The pizza!'</span> You burst out, gracious for the save.</div> As you stand to go, Sophie stands with you pushing you against the wall. She's far stronger than you and has no problem overpowering you. <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'You little pervert! I could see you watching me! And how dare you lie to me!'</span> Sophie said, her voice low and bristling with anger.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Sophie, I'm sorry, I...'</span> You start in a desperate attempt to apologise.</div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'Save it, I gave you your moment to say sorry. But, you chose to act like a wimp and not own up to it. Now, I want you to take off your socks and trousers and answer the door.'</span> Sophie said in your ear.</div> There's another knock on the door. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'You're joking?! I can't do that...'</span> You begin to protest before Sophie cuts you off again.</div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'You need to understand how it made me feel to have you watching me completely naked. I am totally humiliated...'</span> Her eyes glaze over as if she were reliving it. <span style="color:#958de7">'Plus, you should count yourself lucky that I'm letting you keep your shirt and panties on, so really you should be thankful.'</span></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Punished 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You spend a moment getting yourself together and focus on reading and understanding what's on your screen. <div class="box cpu">'Constant refusal to comply with rules and disciplinary actions may result in the termination of the contract of employment. In this event, the terminated may be charged with the amount spent on them by Noir Institution; this includes, but is not limited to, cost of air travel, accommodation, food and leisure. Payment of this amount may be discussed and sorted into payable increments. Continued failure to pay the agreed-upon increments will result in use of legal action to extort the full payment.'</div> You pause, staring at the ominous passage, unable to know how to react. This is the exact reason you should always read the contract, you thought. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Abigail.'</span> You say tentatively. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I'm on passage...</span>' You look back for the referral number. <span style="color:#afeeee">'...13.2.4...'</span></div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2660">'Payment in the event of a total lack of complience.'</span> She confirms.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes...'</span> You're not sure where to start. <span style="color:#afeeee">'It's just... Is that really necessary.'</span> You look up, hoping you haven't irritated her further.</div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2660">'I suppose it does sound scarier than its reality. To be honest with you, it is in place to protect us in the event of someone using our generous scheme as a free holiday. Should you accept this position, you'll be a member of the Noir Institution. We'd be flying you out first-class, and for someone not to be showing up to work, then eat, and sleep all for free...'</span> She pauses. <span style="color:#ac2660">'You have nothing to worry about. As long as you're not planning to abuse this scheme?'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Uh, no... No! I wouldn't do that.'</span> You exclaim.</div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2660">'Good, then as I said: you'll have nothing to worry about.'</span> Abigail says.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Interview 6]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<if $rc is 1>><<changeWillpower -2>> <</if>><div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I think I'm finished. Thank you.'</span> You say matter of factly.</div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2660">'That's nice.'</span> She said, giving a polite smile.</div> She spends a few seconds getting rid of the contract and loading up the signing page. <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2660">'If you're ready now, if you are happylaid out in your contract, please say "I do" and sign in front of your camera.'</span> She repeats, labouriously.</div> <div class="box you">You have a sudden surge of excitement as you say: <span style="color:#afeeee">'I do.'</span> and using your finger to sign your signature in front of the camera.</div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2660">'Thank you.'</span> Abigail says bluntly. <span style="color:#ac2660">'Your flight tickets have been paid for, as well as transport to and from the airport. All the details have been sent to your email.'</span> She says over the sound of her tidying papers. <span style="color:#ac2660">'We look forwards to seeing you here.'</span> She concludes, turning off her camera, and leaving you staring at yourself on the screen.</div> You can't believe it. A day ago, you were working in a shitty supermarket, and now you had a job working in a prestigious institution in what seemed like a dream job. You continue to sit in stunned silence for a few moments more before you decide to go and tell Adrian and Sophie. You take off your headphones, the sounds of the real world returning to you. As soon as you open your door, you hear it. Loud moans.<<set $peek to 1>> As you creep down the hallway, the sounds are definitely coming from Adrian and Sophie's room.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Peek 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You give a short nod before going back to the text, skimming it. Only finding boring pieces of information, like: 'stationery belonging to Noir Institution must stay on their property. Removing items belonging to Noir Institution will be deemed as stealing unless given permission or a good reason is stated to do so. Please refer to section 4.7.4 for more detail'. "More detail" turned out to refer to who would be able to issue a "good reason". Concluding that you'd gathered what you wanted to from reading the contract, you decided to finish reading, especially since it felt like your head hurt from all the information. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Thank you, Abigail.'</span> You try to look professional as you look over. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I've finished reading.'</span></div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2660">'Good. Then, if you'd still like to accept the employment offered by Noir Institution, and you are still happy with all the conditions. Please say "I do" and sign in front of your camera.'</span> Abigail repeats labouriously.</div> <div class="box you">You have a sudden surge of excitement as you say: <span style="color:#afeeee">'I do.'</span> and using your finger to sign your signature in front of the camera. </div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2660">'Thank you.'</span> Abigail says bluntly. <span style="color:#ac2660">'Your flight tickets have been paid for, as well as transport to and from the airport. All the details have been sent to your email.'</span> She says over the sound of her tidying papers. <span style="color:#ac2660">'We look forwards to seeing you here.'</span> She concludes, turning off her camera, and leaving you staring at yourself on the screen.</div> You can't believe it. A day ago, you were working in a shitty supermarket, and now you had a job working in a prestigious institution in what seemed like a dream job. You continue to sit in stunned silence for a few moments more before you decide to go and tell Adrian and Sophie. When you get into the hallway, you can hear the sounds of the TV on downstairs, and there's a strange musty smell in the air. Both Adrian and Sophie jump when you get into the living room, a look of shock on their faces.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Smoke 1b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/living room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/adrian.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/sophie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'Shit! $name, you scared us!'</span> Adrian bursts out after he's taken a second.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Sorry. I've been here the whole time. Would've thought you'd heard me?'</span> You say, finding the situation quite funny.</div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'The whole time? I thought you were working today.'</span> He continued, looking uncomfortable as he does.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah, about that... I quit yesterday. I was having a bad day anyway, and Damion just pushed me too far, so I walked out.'</span> You say confidently, knowing that you have a job already.</div> <div class="box adrian">Sophie and Adrian look at each other. <span style="color:#00bb44">'$name. We talked about this yesterday. We want to move in together. How's that going to happen if you don't have any money to move out?'</span> Adrian asks, trying to keep collected.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I guess...'</span> You mock thinking about it before grinning. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I'll have to rely on my new job to help with that.'</span></div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'$name, stop fucking around. What do you mean?'</span> Sophie cuts in, sounding a little irritated. </div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I messaged Melissa last night, and a research group in America got in contact with me today, and now I've got a job! I'm a data processor and lab assistant.'</span> You say boastfully.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Smoke 2b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/living room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/adrian.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/sophie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box adrian">There's a slight pause of disbelief before Adrian bursts out. <span style="color:#00bb44">'That's fantastic, man! I'm so pleased for you! Wait a sec, you're moving to America?'</span> He looked a little shocked.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yep, next week.'</span></div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'Well, shit!... Fantastic... But I can't believe you're leaving.'</span> He trailed off.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah, I guess I am. I can't wait though, this is really big for me. It's like, finally, after all this time, after all the rejections, someone is finally seeing the potential in me!'</span> You beam at them.</div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'So, you contacted the University like I said.'</span> Sophie said as if it were all thanks to her.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I did and, like, they called me straight away, and less than a day later, I have a job!'</span> You smile. Not even Sophie could bring you down today.</div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'Yeah, I had a friend who did it during Uni. She also got a job in America.'</span> Sophie continued, her tone arguably dismissive.</div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'We going to celebrate?'</span> Adrian asked, grinning and changing the subject.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Alexandro's?'</span> You ask, suggesting your favourite pizza place.</div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'Fantastic!'</span> Adrian said excitedly. <span style="color:#00bb44">'I'm going to go roll a J! You two get some drinks!'</span> He rushed upstairs, leaving you alone with Sophie.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Smoke 3b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/living room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/sophie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'So, you didn't see or hear anything that you shouldn't have?'</span> She questioned sternly.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Hear... Like what?'</span> You ask, confused.</div> <div class="box sophie">There's an awkward pause as Sophie looks intently at you before she sits back and goes back to the TV. <span style="color:#958de7">'Don't you worry about it.'</span></div> You sit back too. Totally confused, you think hard about what you should have been listening out for. Adrian comes down a little while later, brandishing a few joints in his hand. <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'You guys haven't even started on drinks yet?'</span> He said, smiling.</div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'Lol, sorry, babe. I guess we got caught up chatting and then totally forgot. $name mind getting me a white wine while you get you two beers.'</span> Sophie says charmingly.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah, sure.'</span> It's not until you're pouring Sophie's wine that you realise that she basically told you to go and get the drinks. Regardless, you still hand drinks around to the other two, who have already begun smoking.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Choose to smoke]]>>/<<set $smoke to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Choose not to smoke]]>>/<<set $smoke to 0>>/<</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/living room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/adrian.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/sophie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You take one of the joints from Adrian and take a puff. You haven't smoked for a long time, though in Uni you used to smoke a lot, probably because you found it an escape from your own monotonous life. As the Weed's effects hit you, you feel a familiar awakening in your brain. The sensation makes your vision seem blurry, and it's as if your mind has a narrative of its own. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/smoke 1.mp4' autoplay loop muted style="width: 100%;"/> </center></div> <<if $peek isnot 1>>Pizza arrives, and the three of you have a debate about who will go and get it. It doesn't take long before the other two convince you to answer the door. An impatient looking delivery girl in her late teens is holding pizza boxes. She's pretty, and it makes your face light up red as you awkwardly bumble through your encounter. Nonetheless, she doesn't seem to care about you or your state, and you return to your friends with the pizza. <</if>>You spend the next few hours: smoking, eating and watching TV, though you can only remember half of it. The next thing you remember is waking up, the lights turned out, and the credits of some movie playing. In a daze, you watch the names until the music fades away. You begin to notice the other repetitive sound echoing through the house. Moaning.<<if $peek isnot 1>> The noise fills your mind, and you can't help but replay the events of the afternoon in your head. Sophie's slutty body being ravaged.<</if>> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/smoke 1a.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You needed some relief. Sneaking upstairs, you see that Adrian and Sophie's door is firmly shut, though Sophie's cries of pleasure get louder. It's all you can hear. It's all you can think about. Getting into your room, you load up your browser and put in your headphones. You pause and swallow, trying to decide what porn to watch. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/porn 1.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<if $hypno1 is 1>>Without too much thought, you look for a similar video to what you had last night: a stunning girl worshipping that thick cock. Your mouth goes wet just thinking of the girl from last night as the sound of Sophie's moans continue, her tone altered every so often as they change position. <</if>> You see a recommended video that catches your interest. A red-headed girl looking up at a large black man, like prey cornered by a predator. </div> <<if $hypno1 is 1>><div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Choose the same thing as last night]]>><<set $hypno2 to 1>><</button>>@@</div> <</if>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Choose the video with the red-headed girl]]>><<set $hypno2 to 0>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/living room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/adrian.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/sophie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="image-ls"><center> <video src='media/chapter 1/smoke 1b.mp4' autoplay loop muted style="width: 100%;"/> </center></div> Adrian, obviously baked, holds the joint out to you. You hadn't smoked for a long time but remember the paranoia, and just remember feeling distinctly unmotivated to do anything around the time you had been smoking. It's not an experience that you particularly wanted to repeat. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I'm actually good, thanks.'</span> You decline his offer.</div> <<if $peek is 1>><div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'So... What was the point of answering the door without your trousers?'</span> He asks, confused. <span style="color:#00bb44">'More for us.'</span> He shrugged, and Sophie snorts at your discomfort.</div> <<else>><div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'Well, this was in celerbration of your new job.'</span> He shrugged. <span style="color:#00bb44">'More for us.'</span> He grinned, handing the joint to Sophie instead.</div> <</if>><div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/punished 1a.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Pizza arrives, and the other two quickly make you go and get it, claiming they're "too high" to answer it. You don't mind much it's not a big deal. An impatient looking delivery girl in her late teens is holding pizza boxes. She's pretty, and you awkwardly bumble through your encounter, making you feel as if you were high. She doesn't seem to care either way, and you return to your friends with the pizza. You spend the next few hours, with the others, eating and watching TV. You're tired after what has felt like a long day, and halfway through the movie, you excuse yourself. Catching sight of your laptop you pause, debating whether to watch porn before you fall asleep. You open you laptop, knowing you'll sleep soundly if you do. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/porn 1.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<if $hypno1 is 1>>Without too much thought, you look for a similar video to what you had last night: a stunning girl worshipping that thick cock. Your mouth goes wet just thinking of the girl from last night as the sound of Sophie's moans continue, her tone altered every so often as they change position. <</if>> You see a recommended video that catches your interest. A red-headed girl looking up at a large black man, like prey cornered by a predator. </div> <<if $hypno1 is 1>><div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Choose the same thing as last night]]>>/<<set $hypno2 to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <</if>><div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Choose the video with the red-headed girl]]>>/<<set $hypno2 to 0>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Choose not to watch porn|Morning2 1]]>>/<<set $hypno2 to 2>>/<</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/living room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/sophie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You stand in silence for a second, unable to protest. You had just watched her have sex. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/punished 1.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'Look, do this, and I won't tell Adrian that you watched us.'</span> She said, sounding more sympathetic.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Fine.'</span> You finally sighed as begin to undo your belt.</div> Your baggy trousers drop effortlessly around your ankles. Looking up at Sophie, you see a glint in her eye before she smiles sweetly, encouraging you. Looking down, your shirt hangs just below your boxers appearing more like a dress than a shirt. You take a hesitant step towards the front door. Taking a deep breath, you prepare to get this over with. You open the door, the cool air brushing your legs, as an impatient looking delivery girl in her late teens. She's pretty, and it makes your face light up red. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/punished 1a.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box girl2"><span style="color:#d39db1">'I'm looking for an $name $lastname?'</span> She said, looking down at a piece of paper.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'That's me.'</span> You smile nervously.</div> <div class="box girl2">She looks up at you and raises an eyebrow before smirking. <span style="color:#d39db1">'You? Lol. my bad, I was expecting... Em, never mind. Your pizza's.'</span> She hands you the warm boxes. The hot smells of sauce and melted cheese fills your nose.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Thank you.'</span> You smile as you turn, closing the door to end your humiliation.</div> <div class="box girl2"><span style="color:#d39db1">'You have a good night.'</span> The delivery girl coos. Her tone sounds as if she is teasing you.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Punished 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/living room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/adrian.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/sophie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<changeWillpower -2>> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'So?'</span> Sophie asks you when you get back into the living room. Adrian was sat next to her.</div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'What happened to your trousers, man?'</span> He looks at you oddly.</div> There's an awkward silence as your mind tries to scramble for an excuse. <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'I bet $name: first toke that he couldn't get the pizza without any trousers on.'</span> Sophie smiled playfully.</div> <div class="box adrian">There was another pause before Adrian asked. <span style="color:#00bb44">'Why?'</span></div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'Cos, it's fun, you moron. Maybe, you should learn a thing or two?'</span> Sophie pouts.</div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'Oh... I'm fun!'</span> Adrian complains.</div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'Sure you are, baby. But only cos I made you that way.'</span> She smiles sweetly. <span style="color:#958de7">'Now, $name, put your trousers on so we can start smoking.'</span></div> Getting your clothes back on, Sophie seems proud of herself as the two fo them light up a joint. You watch the other two breathing the thick smoke in and out of their lungs. hadn't smoked weed for a long time, perhaps now was the time to officially stop. Standing in the doorway, you pause, lost in thought, for an awkward amount of time. Adrian looks at you, quizically. He reaches for a joint for you, hoping to cure your indecision.</div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Choose to smoke]]>>/<<set $smoke to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Choose not to smoke]]>>/<<set $smoke to 0>>/<</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/hallway.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/adrian.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/sophie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'...Yes! I can try!'</span> Adrian moaned, desperation still thick in his voice.</div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'I hope you do better than that.'</span> Sophie cooed, her tone sweet again. <span style="color:#958de7">'Now, suck my tits, okay?'</span></div> <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/peek 4.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> The door is slightly ajar, and you make your way to it, being careful not to make a noise. You can hear Sophie's voice, breathing heavily as she speaks. Rounding the door, you are stunned by the sight of Sophie, naked on all fours, on top of Adrian. His dick just at the entrance of her pussy, while a black dildo stretches her asshole. Her ass, up in the air, looks so smooth and peach-like. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/peek 1.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> You had to keep swallowing to save yourself from drooling, and you could feel your dick straining against your trousers. Adrian complies as you see Sophie reaches back around, taking hold of the dildo while she begins to move her hips up and down. It's not long until they're at it at full pace, the house filled with their moans. Adrian's grunts sound almost painful as he struggles to control himself and not cum. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/peek 4 2.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'I'm cumming, babyyy! Cum with me! Cum now! Mmmmm, Yes!!!'</span> Sophie screamed, her body shuddering as the orgasm washed over her.</div> Adrian instantly responded, groaning while you watch his body tense and then release. After a few moments, Sophie collapsed down on top of Adrian, her boobs pressed up against him. You get back into your room and close the door, trying to forget the scene; burnt into your mind.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Smoke 1a]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/living room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/adrian.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/sophie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You don't know how long you've been sitting on your bed. It has been a while since Sophie's moans died out when you decide it's safe to go downstairs. In the hallway, you can hear the sounds of the TV on downstairs, and the smell of sex lingers in the air. Both Adrian and Sophie jump when you get into the living room, a look of shock on their faces. <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'Shit! $name, you scared us!'</span> Adrian bursts out after he's taken a second.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Sorry.... I've been here the whole time. I just finished a call.'</span> You say. Your brain feels as though it is scrambling with what to say next.</div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'The whole time? I thought you were working today.'</span> He continued, looking uncomfortable as he does.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I quit yesterday. But I just had an interview. They gave me the job!'</span> You say, trying to shift out of the awkward situation.</div> <div class="box adrian">Adrian's face shifts. <span style="color:#00bb44">'Wait, are you serious?! Doing what?'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I messaged Melissa last night, and a research group in America got in contact with me today, and now I've got a job! I'm a data processor and lab assistant.'</span> You say, your tone becoming more confident. </div> <div class="box adrian">There's a slight pause of disbelief before Adrian bursts out. <span style="color:#00bb44">'That's fantastic, man! I'm so pleased for you! Wait a sec, you're moving to America?'</span> He looked a little shocked.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yep, next week.'</span> You continue, leaving the awkwardness in the past.</div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'Well, shit!... Fantastic... But I can't believe you're leaving.'</span> He trailed off.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Smoke 2a]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/living room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/adrian.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/sophie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah, I guess I am. I can't wait though, this is really big for me. It's like, finally, after all this time, after all the rejections, someone is finally seeing the potential in me!'</span> You beam at them.</div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'So, you contacted the University like I said.'</span> Sophie said as if it were all thanks to her.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I did and, like, they called me straight away, and less than a day later, I have a job!'</span> You smile. Not even Sophie could bring you down today.</div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'Yeah, I had a friend who did it during Uni. She also got a job in America.'</span> Sophie continued, her tone; arguably dismissive.</div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'We going to celebrate?'</span> Adrian asked, grinning and changing the subject.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Already ordered from Alexandro's!'</span> You said proudly.</div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'Fantastic!'</span> Adrian said excitedly. <span style="color:#00bb44">'I'm going to go roll a J! You two get some drinks!'</span> He rushed upstairs, leaving you alone with Sophie.</div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'So, you didn't see or hear anything that you shouldn't have just now?'</span> She questioned sternly.</div> You took a second to respond. On one hand, it was an accident, though you don't know if Sophie would see it like that. On the other, it was embarrassing and Sophie wasn't known to be the most rational.</div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Admit it|$admit]]>>/<<set $admit to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Lie your way out|$admit]]>>/<<set $admit to 0>><<set $panties to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/living room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/sophie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $admit is 1>><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I...'</span> You pause, not knowing how to own up. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I'm really sorry, Sophie. I did, I saw. I didn't mean to, though. But I did, and then I couldn't stop myself...'</span> You trail off, feeling like you've said too much.</div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'Pervert.'</span> Is all she says, and it made you feel pathetic. </div> Instantly, the atmosphere turns frosty, and you regret telling her. The two of you sit in silence, and you pretend to watch the TV.<<else>><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Hear?... No, I haven't heard anything.'</span> You say, acting confused.</div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'You little pervert! I saw you watching me! and how dare you lie to me!'</span> Sophie said, her voice low and bristling with anger.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Sophie, I'm sorry, I...'</span> You start in a desperate attempt to apologise.</div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'Save it, I gave you your moment to say sorry, and you chose to fucking lie. Don't talk to me. You deserve to be fucking punished.'</span> She bursts out before turning back to the TV, watching angrily.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I am really sorry Sophie...'</span> You begin before she turns to look at you, her eyes blazing with fury, forcing you into silence.</div><</if>> You sit, watching the TV, not taking in anything that's happening. Adrian comes down a little while later, brandishing a few joints in his hand. <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'You guys haven't even started on drinks yet?'</span> He said, smiling.</div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'Lol, sorry, babe. I guess we got caught up chatting and then totally forgot. $name mind getting me a white wine while you get you two beers.'</span> Sophie says charmingly.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah...'</span> You obey, doing what you can to make it up to her and not wanting to make her any angrier at you than she already is.</div> When you get back with the drinks, the other two are already smoking. You watch the other two breathing the thick smoke in and out of their lungs. You hadn't smoked weed for a long time, perhaps now was the time to officially stop. Standing in the doorway, you pause, lost in thought, for an awkward amount of time. Adrian looks at you, quizically. He reaches for a joint for you, hoping to cure your indecision.</div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Choose to smoke]]>>/<<set $smoke to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Choose not to smoke]]>>/<<set $smoke to 0>>/<</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Eagerly, you skip forward, ruining the magic of the build-up. Instantly, you wish that you hadn't. You see the girl on all fours, the black man behind her thrusting hard, sending a jolt through her. Her eye's rolled back into her face as she moans uncontrollably, filling your mind with the sounds of sex. The main issue is that there's a guy head watching the action. He's right in the way and totally ruining the scene for you. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/porn2 7.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> Your mind wanders to the related section, and you scroll through the videos until one catches your eye. It's called BBC Submission. Hovering over the video, it jumps from clip to clip, displaying an excess of stunning girls all sucking or fucking a guy with a thick black cock. Your senses feel overwhelmed as you watch the preview clips of girl after girl being fucked while the girl on your screen moans with pleasure. Her cries suddenly turn to panting as the guy has dropped her onto the floor and is about to cum over her pretty face. You're breathing hard and have to keep swallowing the saliva building up in your mouth. You click the video. Suddenly, everything goes quiet, and words flash up on the screen, along with a deep humming: <div class="box hypno2"><center><span style="color:#e2d2eb">'What do these girls all have in common?'</span></center></div> The screen fades to black. And then: clip after clip flash up at you, hardly giving you time to register one before the next one flashes up. You're dazzled by the speed and quantity of the clips. Each one is a girl with alluring eyes and a large black cock. <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/hypno 3.webp" style="width: 100%;"></center></div> <div class="box hypno2"><center><span style="color:#e2d2eb">'Did you get that?'</span></center></div> <div class="box hypno2"><center><span style="color:#e2d2eb">'Did you catch the words?'</span></center></div> <div class="box hypno2"><center><span style="color:#e2d2eb">'Would you like to try again?'</span></center></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Hypno2 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Clicking the video, you watch the girl in green lingerie that complimented her skin and hair flirting with her as he stands above her. You could sense his masculinity by just watching him. It must feel so overwhelming for her. Watching her giggle and play with her hair, it's so obvious what she wants. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/porn2 1.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> The girl drops down to her knees, keeping her eyes looking up at him the entire time, her anticipation obvious in her rising and falling chest. He tells her to undress him as he stands powerfully above her. She does, letting his cock spring out and bounce with its own weight. After spending a second admiring it, she takes it in her petit hand, looking up at him, searching for approval. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/porn2 2.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> There's a slight blur in the corner of the screen that shifts, making you realise that it's a person. It must be some mistake, you conclude. They're almost the background colour and aren't really in the shot. The girl begins to sensually suck the thick black cock, wetting it with her mouth. You swipe to change the angle, trying to remove the annoying blur. Watching her so lovingly suck his cock back and forth, you find yourself so turned on. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/porn2 3.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> The man effortlessly picks her up and throws her onto her stomach. She gasps as she lands, turning to look back up at him with such big innocent eyes. He pushes her body down so that her ass is up in the air. In one swift motion, he pushes his cock into her dripping pussy. The girl's eyes open wide, and she arches her back, giving him access to go deeper. Using the entire length of his cock he starts slow; letting getting used to it before he increases his speed. She squeals as he picks up the pace. With each thrust, you see her body jolt, her face contorted into a look of ecstasy.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Porn2 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">The screen fades to black. Different clips flash up, they're slightly longer this time. You watch this time as each girl lovingly caresses a cock, rubbing it with her face, her hand or her mouth. Every so often, you see the flash of some text, but it's gone before you can even attempt to read it. The clips are over before you realise it, and the screen goes black again. <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/hypno 3 2.webp" style="width: 100%;"></center></div> <div class="box hypno2"><center><span style="color:#e2d2eb">'So, Sweety, you got it, right?'</span></center></div> <div class="box hypno2"><center><span style="color:#e2d2eb">'I bet you think it was the big black cock?'</span></center></div> <div class="box hypno2"><center><span style="color:#e2d2eb">'Close, but nope.'</span></center></div> <div class="box hypno2"><center><span style="color:#e2d2eb">'Each of these girls is serving, bringing others pleasure, and being totally adored for it.'</span></center></div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/hypno 4 2.webp" style="width: 100%;"></center></div> <div class="box hypno2"><center><span style="color:#e2d2eb">'Watch again.'</span></center></div> This time there was music. The clips were all longer. You watched the look of pleasure on the girl's face as a big black man fucked her. Each one is shown for a matter of seconds before it's replaced by the next. You still can catch text flashing on the screen but have no time to register it. Your dick is rock hard and twitching. You've been so entranced by it all that you hadn't even thought about touching yourself. You quickly reach down and grab your dick. Your mind instantly spirals with pleasure, and you feel as if you're not far from cumming already. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Hypno2 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <<if $smoke is 1>><<changeMaleAttraction 10>><<else>><<changeMaleAttraction 5>><</if>> <<changeWillpower -2>> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/hypno 5.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> <div class="box hypno2"><center><span style="color:#e2d2eb">'You don't have long.'</span></center></div> <div class="box hypno2"><center><span style="color:#e2d2eb">'Cum.'</span></center></div> The text commands you as if it knew how desperate you were. You obeyed, suddenly desperate to cum. You could think of nothing else. Watching girl after girl's face lit up with pleasure. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/hypno 5 2.webp" style="width: 100%;"></center></div> As you orgasm, you feel your body tense up and relax. You feel so alive, your body exploding with sweet relief. Coming down from your high, a sudden surge of exhaustion takes you. You continue to watch the girls making the guys cum. Each of the guys ejaculated load after load of cum. You feel yourself slipping into sleep, but you read a final message before you do. <div class="box hypno2"><center><span style="color:#e2d2eb">'Good girl.'</span></center></div> <div class="box hypno2"><center><span style="color:#e2d2eb">'Did you have fun in today's lesson?'</span></center></div> Then total darkness. You feel as if you wake up a few times in the night, though you feel as if you're still dreaming. You hear whispers in your ear. They're completely indistinctive, but you do catch the odd word: Submit, pleasure, power. The whispering seems to lull you and it's not long before you're back in a deep sleep.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Morning2 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $hypno2 is 2>><<if $smoke is 1>>You wake up in the morning, your head groggy from the drugs. Your<<else>>You wake up in the morning, your <</if>> hand is still down your pants, clutching your small dick in your hand. You see your screen still playing porn from last night, muted as you must have knocked your headphones out in the night. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/morning 2 1.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Images flash up on the screen, and you hazily watch for a few seconds. In each one: a girl is fondly playing with a cock as the screen seems to zoom in on it. You close the window, sitting in a daze for a few seconds, before getting up and getting changed. <<else>>You wake up in the morning feeling quite refreshed. You can't help but smile, to yourself, as you remember your life is finally going somewhere. You have a job that isn't as stupid as working as Damion's bitch in the supermarket. In a good mood, you get up and get changed. <</if>>You wander downstairs to see Sophie and Adrian eating breakfast together. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/morning2 3.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'Morning man. You sleep well?'</span> Adrian asked before taking a bite of toast.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeh. Yeah.'</span> You say groggily, still waking up.</div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'Has it set in yet? I mean, going to America? Are you excited?'</span> He says, with far more energy than you have.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh, yeah.'</span> The entire event almost felt like a dream. Truthfully, you don't exactly know how to feel; an odd mixture of excitement and apprehension.</div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'What are you doing to get ready?'</span> Sophie abruptly cut in.</div> <div class="box you">You pour yourself a coffee, thinking about the question whilst you do. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I probably... need to pack. Think what I don't need anymore...'</span> You trail off, trying to add to your meagre list.</div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'Find a place to live.'</span> Adrian adds helpfully.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Morning2 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/porn2 4.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> You jerk your dick as you watch the scene before you. You watch as the man knocks her body forward with a hard thrust, making her cry out as she collapses onto her stomach. He then sensually moves his hips up and down, squashing against her pale bubble butt. He picks her up as if she weighs nothing, dropping her onto all fours. Everytime her pushes her cock into her face The camera focuses on her face as her eyes roll back from the pleasure. She looks directly at you, smiling. 'I love you.' She mouths. Your mind goes over the edge as the man begins to fuck her slower but harder. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/porn2 6.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> Zooming out: you see the guy's head in view, clearly watching. It's not a mistake that he's there. You try to swipe to get rid of him, but it doesn't let you. You watch as the black man pulls her head back using her hair. Pushing a finger into her mouth, she instinctively sucks on it, caught in a world of lust that she can do nothing but oblige. He begins to fuck her hard. She screams out in pleasure, her eyes being forced backwards with elation. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/porn2 7.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> You're so overwhelmed; that you don't even realise you're starting cum. You can't help it. You just got so carried away. Waves of pleasure sent your mind over the edge, cum dribbling out of your dick. The black man picks the girl up and pushes her back onto her knees. She instantly sticks out her tongue, begging for his release. In a few seconds, he cums, and ropes of thick cum spray out over her face. It's such a contrast to how you came. She looks so happy, her face and mouth, smeared with his cum.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Morning2 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/living room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/adrian.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/sophie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I mean, I probably don't need to do that. It's all expenses paid.'</span> You take a sip of coffee.</div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'What do you mean?'</span> Sophie asked sceptically.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'So, they have organised transport to and from the airport, my flights and accommodation.'</span> You say casually, keeping your delight contained.</div> <div class="box adrian">There's a moment's pause before Adrian bursts out. <span style="color:#00bb44">'Are you serious!'</span></div> You just smile back. <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'That's fantastic!... That's fantastic! You've scored with this, man! What else?'</span> Adrian asked, barely able to keep himself together.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'The lady mentioned medical exams and gym membership.'</span> You continue.</div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'And they literally called you, you got this job then and there? In one interview?!'</span> He interrupted, barely letting you talk.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah, I guess so. They actually rejected me for the first job and then offered me this other job. So, I guess, they must have really wanted me.'</span> You say a little smugly.</div> <div class="box adrian">Adrian just sits back in his chair. <span style="color:#00bb44">'Wow... Good for you...'</span> He says, sitting in a state of bewilderment.</div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'Then, it sounds like you seriously need to get ready.'</span> Sophie spoke up in the lull.</div> You just look at her quizically. <div class="box sophie">She sighs as if the answer should be clear. <span style="color:#958de7">'If someone has this kind of money, then they're probably going to have a reputation and high standards.'</span> She pauses, waiting for you to fill in the rest. After a second of nothing clicking in you, she continues. <span style="color:#958de7">'You're going to need to increase your standards, you're not working at a supermarket anymore, you need a bit of style.'</span> She let it set in.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Morning2 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/living room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/adrian.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/sophie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Sophie... Thank you. But I don't have the money for a personal stylist.'</span> You say, a little feebly.</div> <div class="box adrian">Adrian smiles knowingly as Sophie. <span style="color:#00bb44">'$name, we talked about it this morning and thought as a going away present and a congratulations, we could buy you a few suits as a gift!'</span> He grins at you, waiting for your answer.</div> <div class="box you">You pause for a second, overwhelmed by their generosity. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Thanks, guys! Really, that's so helpful, thank you!'</span> You say, primarily to Adrian, knowing that he would have had to convince Sophie.</div> <div class="box sophie">Sophie looks up from her phone. <span style="color:#958de7">'She's kinda busy right now but booked you in for a week yesterday.'</span></div> <div class="box you">You count the days in your head before realising an issue. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I'm leaving the day after and probably won't have time. Plus, moving people are coming that day.'</span></div> <div class="box sophie">There's an awkward pause before Sophie answers <span style="color:#958de7">'So be packed, and I'll deal with the moving people while you're at the appointment.'</span> She says calmly.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'That... Sounds... Really good.'</span> You say, feeling as if your brain is catching up. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah. I'll go and start packing now. Thank you again!'</span> You jump up, taking your coffee with you.</div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'See you, man.'</span> Adrian calls up excitedly as you leave up the stairs.</div> When you get to your bedroom, you look around at the chaos that you've let it fall into. Half frowning, you get to work, first sorting what you need and what you don't. You find a surprising amount of junk or things you have no use for and have to get several bin bags for worthless items. The process of sorting, and then packing, takes far longer than you're expecting. You end up spending the next few days doing the packing.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Morning2 4]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/living room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/sophie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">With a lot of effort, you're all done by the time the day for your styling comes around. Coming down the stairs, Sophie is sitting watching some gossipy talk show. She turns to look at you up and down when she notices you there. <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'Well, I suppose you have to wear "something" there?'</span> She sighs.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'What do you mean? What's wrong with this?'</span> You ask defensively, looking down at your jeans and hoodie. It was simple, and it's all clean.</div> <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/stylist 0.jpg" style="width: 100%;"></center></div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'Alana's a stylist. Trust me, I don't think she's going to be impressed by your jeans and an oversized hoodie. Not to mention they went out of style years ago.'</span> She turns to go back to her show.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'This isn't oversized!'</span> You start to defend yourself, but Sophie isn't really listening.</div> Your hoodie was baggy, and the body hung a bit low. But the arm length was right so, it didn't feel too big. It was as if no one ever made clothing in your size. It always felt like one or more aspects of it were wrong. <div class="box you">Seeing Sophie not listening to you anymore, you turn to leave. <span style="color:#afeeee">'See you, Soph. Thanks for your help today.'</span></div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'It's not a big deal. Everything better be packed right. I don't want to have to deal wih any of your stuff.'</span> She says, still watching her show.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Don't worry, it's all fine.'</span> You call out, closing the door behind you.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Stylist 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/stylist 1 2.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">When you get to the address Sophie gave you, you're met by a stylish clothing store. Bright white lights illuminate racks of clothing, and as you walk through, you can't help but feel terribly out of place amongst the rows of women's fashion. The last section you walk through before you get to the front desk is lingerie. You feel your breath get tight in your chest; images of beautiful smooth bodies clad in skimpy lingerie surround you. You try your hardest not to look, as you can't help but feel a little uncomfortable, not knowing where to look. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/banners/stylist 1.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You get to the front desk, and you're greeted by a girl, a bit younger than you. She's dressed in such a way that perfectly treads the line between sexy and professional; in a white blouse and a black lacey choker. Her beauty is equally captivating and intimidating. <div class="box girl2"><span style="color:#d39db1">'Good afternoon? Are you lost? Where are you looking for?'</span> She asks, showing off her perfect smile.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I... No, I'm looking for Alana. I have a style appointment... thing.'</span> You say, fumbling your words.</div> <div class="box girl2"><span style="color:#d39db1">'Oh, gosh, yes. I can see that! Don't worry, sweety, she'll sort you right out. If you'd like to have a seat, she'll be right out with you.'</span> She gestures over to a white set of comfortable chairs, and a coffee table, with fashion magazines laying out.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/stylist 3.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You sit for a few minutes, casually leafing through the magazines, just for something for you to seem busy. You nod along to the RnB tunes in the background, rapping about a girl with a fine ass.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Stylist 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/stylist 1b.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/alana.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'Anything catching your eye?'</span> A tall girl with olive skin gracefully walks towards you, her hips swaying from side to side with each step. Her features benefit from mixed gene's, and she's stunning because of it.</div> She's wearing a beige and green knitted jumper dress that sits just above her knees, displaying long curvey legs and a pair of black 3" heels. A black belt with a large gold buckle show's off her tiny waist. She looks as if she were straight out of the magazine you were reading. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'No. I was just... staring.'</span> You wince at your word choice.</div> <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'No styles you'd like to take inspiration from?'</span> She continues without missing a beat.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Probably not. I mean, it's all girls stuff.'</span> You glance down at the magazine, slightly embarrassed.</div> <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'Doesn't mean we can't draw inspiration. I wouldn't say that clothes are particularly gendered. Different items look better on different bodies. For instance, we all wear t-shirts, but we wear the those that are most flattering to our bodies.'</span> She reasoned.</div> <div class="box you">You thought about it. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I suppose you're right. Like how a tall person and a short person can't wear the same clothes.'</span> You say, feeling the urge to try and impress her.</div> <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'Very good! I'm under the impression that we can wear whatever we want it's all about what looks good... More, makes us feel confident.'</span> She continues, sitting across from you. You notice her posture, so tall and elegant, and you sit up taller to emulate her.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Stylist 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/stylist 1.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/alana.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Definitely!'</span> You agree. You're surprised at how easy you can converse with Alana, despite her being so beautiful. </div> <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'You are very clever. Would you like coffee while we chat? I need to get an idea about what you're going for. Soph, mentioned you had a new job?'</span> She said.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes please to coffee. And yes, I got a job about a week ago in America. I fly out tomorrow, and the company is paying for everything, so it's pretty high brow.'</span> You explain.</div> <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'And, you feel that to such a prestigious institution, you need some help fitting in?'</span> She added, helpfully.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Exactly! I'm just worried that I might not fit in. Like, they'll probably work it out and think that they made a mistake hiring me.'</span> You open up.</div> <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'So, the goal here is confidence. Confidence with the aim of popularity. I think that's enough. Now, remember, fashion can't forge confidence. It can't force you to be more confident.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Wait, so what you're saying is that I shouldn't wear clothing that makes me more confident unless I already feel confident.'</span> You say, unsure whether you've fully understood.</div> <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'What I'm saying is fashion only brings out what is already in us. It brings out what is already there. It's a reflection of ourselves, but we reflect what we want the world to see.'</span> She pauses, and you nod. <span style="color:#c12a52">'I do have another issue. You said you were leaving tomorrow. Which means that I can't really have anything tailored. So, we are restricted to what I have in store. Is that all right?'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah. Honestly, this is more than I could have hoped for.'</span> You stand as she does. It's at this moment that you notice, just how much taller she is than you; she seems to be almost a head taller.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Stylist 4]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/stylist 2.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/alana.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">She leads you through a backdoor and up a small flight of stairs. You enter a well-lit room that stuns you for a second with its brightness. There's a small catwalk in the middle of the room, and the walls are covered in clothes; as if it were a literal library of garments, organised into style and colour. <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'First for the awkward bit. I need you in your panties to get your full body of measurements.'</span> She says, pulling out a tape measure to illustrate the point.</div> <<if $willpower is 4 >>You pause for a second, a little puzzled as to why she referred to them as your panties.<<else>>You pause for a second, a little puzzled as to why she referred to them as your panties. It's not a big deal; obviously, she's used to referring to panties and not boxers, you thought, choosing to ignore it.<</if>> <<if $willpower is 4>><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh, yeah, uh... Panties?'</span> You question; gently.</div> <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'Oh, your underwear? Sorry, I didn't know the word panties made you uncomfortable.'</span> She said with the slightest inflexion of judgement.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh... Sorry. I didn't mean anything by it.'</span> You say, backing down instantly, not wanting to irritate her.</div><<else>><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh, um... Yeah, of course.'</span> You respond slowly, assuming it was a mistake that she called them panties. You tell yourself that she was a professional, and it was literally her job. She must see all sorts of body types.</div><</if>> You strip off your jumper and undo your belt, letting your loose trousers fall to the ground. Alana takes each item of clothing from you, expertly folding them and putting them onto a desk nearby. Thankfully the temperature of the room is pleasant considering its size. <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'Okay, would you mind standing on the catwalk? I'll try and get this done quickly.'</span> She asks.</div> You comply, and she makes quick work of taking measurements of your limbs, body, and the circumference of everything. <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'Hm.'</span> She glances over her list of numbers. <span style="color:#c12a52">'I know a lot of... people who would kill for a body, naturally, like yours.'</span> She looks up at you, impressed as if you've done well to achieve it.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/stylist 4.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Thanks.'</span> You say, suppressing a smile. This might be the first time anyone has ever complimented your body, and it's a feeling like no other.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Stylist 5]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/stylist 2.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/alana.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'So.'</span> She says slowly, pondering how to phrase her explanation. <span style="color:#c12a52">'Do you remember how we said that clothes are merely clothes?'</span></div> You nod, paying attention to her now. <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'We said that clothes are made to make us look good, and we wear what makes us look good?'</span> She continues.</div> You nod again, not sure where she's going with this. <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'Clothes then fall into two broad categories: Male and Female. Or, if you want to be precise, Masculine and Feminine, in other words gendered towards men or women. I don't particularly like them as categories; I find them far too restrictive. However, there is a lot of crossover between these two, if we think some t-shirts, jeans and suits.'</span> She pauses again, letting you catch up. <span style="color:#c12a52">'The suit you're wearing would technically fall under a women's pant-suit.'</span></div> There's a bit of an awkward pause while you struggle to come to terms with it. You look at yourself in the mirror. You do look good, but it's now tarnished with the fact that you're in a women's suit. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/stylist 5 2.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'What do you think?'</span> Alana asked tenderly.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'About what? Wearing women's clothing?'</span> You replied; a little too bluntly.</div> <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'I suppose. What I mean is; the fact that you still look good. I wouldn't put you in anything that you didn't feel good in. You're wearing a suit that fit's your body, and nobody will know the gender unless you tell them.'</span> She continues sympathetically.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Admit that they ultimately look good on you|Agree with Alana without question]]>>/<<set $clothes to 1>><<set $alana to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Agree with Alana without question]]>><<set $clothes to 1>><<set $alana to 2>><</button>>@@</div> <<if $willpower lte -4>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<button type="button" disabled data-msg="Your willpower is too low to refuse"><span style="color:#858585">Refuse to wear them</span></button>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Refuse to wear them]]>><<set $clothes to 0>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/stylist 2.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/alana.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<if $alana is 2>><<changeWillpower -2>> <</if>><div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $alana is 2>><div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/stylist 5 2.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Sure.'</span> You say, not caring much for more details.</div> <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'Thoughts on the colour?'</span> Alana asks, without missing a beat.</div> <<else>><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I suppose... I do look good.'</span> You say, tentitively.</div> <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'Technically, we already knew that. You look good, and that's all that should matter.'</span> She smiles, looking directly at you. <span style="color:#c12a52">'Thoughts on the colour?'</span> She continued, without missing a beat.</div> <</if>><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Um, I guess... I'm not super keen on it.'</span> You respond, your mind now focused on the colour.</div> <div class="box alana">She breaks into a smile. <span style="color:#c12a52">'No. Nor am I. At least not yet. But, I did say: it was just for sizing, and you are happy with that.'</span> She says clearly in thought. <span style="color:#c12a52">'I'm not sure I want you in black. It's boring. Well, it's not boring per say, but it's not what we're going for.'</span> She turns to back to the rack.</div> Now that she knows what sizing works, she takes a few suits and a couple of variations off the racks. Handing them to you, perhaps for the first time, you find yourself really enjoying the process of trying clothes on. With each new suit, she takes a few seconds in silence before exclaiming. <span style="color:#c12a52">'Perfect.'</span> or she makes a face, and you move on. You're not sure how long you've been with Alana, but by the end of it, you have a few really nice suits in a variety of colours hung on a rack. You look proudly at them, pleased with them all. Then a thought strikes you. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Alana... How much will this all cost me? I'm not sure how many suits Sophie and Adrian are getting for me.'</span> You say sadly.</div> <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'You don't need to worry about that, they've organised it all with me.'</span> She says happily. <span style="color:#c12a52">'But I think I'll throw in a few extra things, get you started with a new wardrobe and in return you continue to use me into the future?'</span></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Stylist 7a]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/stylist 2.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/alana.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Alana takes a few steps in one direction and then slows her pace. Looking back over the numbers, recalculating them in her head. She then changes direction completely. Getting to a wall of clothes, she begins leafing through them, scraping the hangers against the metal railings. <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'I think we'll start with a suit. That's going to be our main focus...'</span> She trails off, lost in her own thoughts.</div> You watch her for a few moments. She seems to look even more attractive while she's absorbed in her work, you think to yourself, while standing in the middle of the room in your underwear. <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'Why don't we start with this? Just for size to begin with. It'll give us a good gauge, and then we can go from there.'</span> She said, pulling out a dark green suit.</div> She grabs a white shirt on the way to you and hands them both to you. You pull on the shirt and instantly feel a difference: it doesn't feel baggy while still fitting your arms and body. There is a bit of excess material around the chest area, but it's loads better than what you're used to. Excitedly, you pull on the trousers and fasten them with a belt that Alana hands you. The feeling is the same, fitting around the hips while not being excessively baggy around the legs. In fact, the trousers seem to be a slim fit, while not being overly tight anywhere. You put on the jacket, with the same results. It even seems to hug the waist nicely. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/stylist 5.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'Oh, I'm good at my job.'</span> Alana smiles to herself, casually boasting. <span style="color:#c12a52">'What do you think?'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'It's amazing!'</span> You exclaim, wanting to be more expressive but feeling lost for words. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Like, I don't feel like I'm wearing someone else's suit. It almost feels like it was made for me.'</span> You twist your body, getting a good look at your behind. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I guess this is what an expensive suit will feel like.'</span></div> <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'Exactly.'</span> She pauses and makes a slight face. <span style="color:#c12a52">'So... kind of.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">What do you mean?'</span>' You ask, absent mindedly, checking your selfout in the mirror.</div> <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'I suppose it's a little more complicated than that, but you're right: an expensive suit will feel and fit much, much better.'</span></div></div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Ask why it's complicated]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Agree with Alana without question]]>><<set $alana to 2>><<set $clothes to 1>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/stylist 2.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/alana.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<changeWillpower 2>> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I'm sorry Alana, I just don't feel confident wearing a women's suit.'</span> You say, sadly; unable to make eye contact with Alana. You begin to remove the suit jacket.</div> <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'Then I don't understand. What are we doing here?'</span> Alana says bluntly.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'It's just... I want to look good. I don't want to wear girl's clothes to do that.'</span> You try and express your point against Alana's well thought through argument.</div> <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'We agreed... We agreed earlier that clothes are clothes, and it's all about making us look good; didn't we? Or did I make that up?'</span> She asks, her voice far choppier.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'No, we did. I guess, the idea of wearing these clothes makes me uncomfortable...'</span> You start, trying another avenue.</div> <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'But, you were happy.'</span> Alana cuts you off. <span style="color:#c12a52">'... with the suit, and now that you've learnt that the label has the wrong word in it, you're not going to wear them.'</span> She trails off, sounding hurt.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I guess...'</span> You pause, thinking about it for a few seconds. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I guess not.'</span></div> An awkward silence ensues. <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'So what do you want? Any suit that says simply: "Men's" inside it?'</span> She finally responds.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah. If that's okay?'</span> You say quietly.</div> There's another pause. <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'Fine. I'll do what I can with your measurements. But, know that I'm doing this only as a favour for Sophie.'</span> Going back to her numbers, she turns to another rack of clothes.</div> You undress back into your boxers. An uncomfortable quiet has now fallen on the room, accentuated by RnB in the background.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Stylist 8b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/stylist 2.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/alana.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you">Her response stuns you for a second. <span style="color:#afeeee">'What do mean?'</span> You ask, somehow feeling this to be too good to be true.</div> <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'As it happens, I'm going to be moving to America in about a month or two. I haven't exactly worked out the details. But, I'd like you to be one of my clients when I get there. You can pay me as and when you can afford it, and perhaps one day, we can talk about a bit of modelling.'</span> She says, giving a half-smile.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Are you serious?!'</span> You burst out, barely waiting for her to finish her sentence. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Alana, this is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me!'</span></div> <div class="box alana">Alana breaks out into a perfect smile. <span style="color:#c12a52">'So, I'll take that as a yes! That makes me so happy too! Now, we really need to do something about your hair. Get changed, and I'll take you to Mateo. When's the last time you had your hair cut?'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Can't remember, maybe a year... Probably more.' You admit sheepishly.</span></div> <div class="box alana">Alana laughs, the sound melodic and light, like a flutter. <span style="color:#c12a52">'Then you better be prepared for a bit of grumbling.'</span></div> You change back into your clothes and follow Alana back down the stairs, through another door, and into a warm feeling hair salon. The receptionist is talking to a tall Spanish looking man dressed in a black shirt and jeans, leaning against a wall as if he were in a commercial. His features and hair are all sharp and bold. Everything about him screams masculinity. When they notice you, the receptionist turns to leave, giving you a pleasant smile as she passes by. The man, who you assume is Mateo, walks towards you, paralysing you with the intense confidence of his glare. You notice the spice of his cologne and you feel lightheaded in his presence. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 1/hair 1.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Hair 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/hair 1.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/alana.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'Mateo, this is $name. They need a bit of tidying, as you might be able to see.'</span> Alana says. You can hear the smile in her voice.</div> <div class="box guy2"><span style="color:#ac594c">'I see that.'</span> Mateo raises an eyebrow at your hair, speaking with a slight accent. <span style="color:#ac594c">'In the chair, please. I'll give it a wash first.'</span> He says quickly, gesturing to a reclined chair with a washbasin at the head.</div> You glance up at Alana, who gives you a reassuring smile before you comply and lie back in the chair. <div class="box guy2"><span style="color:#ac594c">'What is it that we are going for today?'</span> Mateo asked from behind you.</div> <div class="box alana">Before you have a chance to think about it, Alana answers. <span style="color:#c12a52">'We have been trying to achieve a look unique to $name while also allowing confidence and popularity. They were the words we focused on.'</span> </div> <div class="box guy2">There's a slight pause before he responds. <span style="color:#ac594c">'Okay. I can do that.'</span></div> <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'Thanks, hun. $name, come to the reception when you're done, and I'll go over a few things before I release you.'</span> She says before you hear the sound of her heels heading to the door.</div> Without saying a word to you, he begins. You spend about twenty minutes in the chair. Mateo massages your scalp and gently runs his fingers through your hair as he expertly washes it. The sensation is so relaxing that you have to fight not to drift off. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/hair 1 2.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box guy2"><span style="color:#ac594c">'Okay, to the chair.'</span> Mateo's voice startles you. You realise that he's finished, and there's now a towel around your head.</div> Taking a seat in the new chair in front of a very well lit mirror, it doesn't take long before you're back in your trance. The gentle tug of the comb as Mateo pulls out your hair and the sound of scissors cutting lulls you. For a while, you watch Mateo, deeply immersed in the process of styling your hair. Each cut he makes is so precise; you trust that Mateo will give you the best haircut you've ever received. <div class="box guy2"><span style="color:#ac594c">'Done.'</span> He says curtly after he's given it a quick blow-dry.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Hair 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/stylist 3.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You look into the mirror. He's kept the length and styled it by letting it fall natually. It looks neater than it had; maybe too neat, the ends flick up cutely. You'd always liked your long hair. Long hair was your style but this almost felt too... pretty, though you couldn't quite put a finger on it. Also, it was odd, but it was as if your new hairstyle made your face feel narrower, almost pixy like. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/hair 2 2.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'It's nice.'</span> You say after a long pause, not wanting to seem rude.</div> <div class="box guy2"><span style="color:#ac594c">'Yes.'</span> Mateo says, taking a step backwards. He clearly was done with you being here in his space. He was probably used to a higher class of clientele, and you just didn't fit that.</div> <div class="box you">You get up and walk out. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Thank you.'</span> You smile as you walk past, hoping to just get out of the situation.</div> He just nods and lets you leave, and you find your way back to reception. The receptionist looks up to see you, smiles and picks up the phone. <div class="box girl2"><span style="color:#d39db1">'Mat's finished.'</span> She hangs up and goes back to her computer.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Stylist 8a]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/stylist 2.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/alana.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box alana">Alana returns with a dark blue suit. <span style="color:#c12a52">'Try this on. You'll have to tell me how it feels. I'm not sure if I'll be able to help with the fitting anymore. I've never tried to match someone to garments that simply don't fit.'</span> She holds it out to you.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/stylist 8b.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Thank you. I'll try my best.'</span> You say, smiling politely, trying to win her back onto your side.</div> She smiles back, though you don't think she actually means it. You first pull on the trousers, finding that you have spread your legs slightly to help them stay on. The belt helps them stay up, though the top bunches around the belt loops. You look up at Alana, hoping for some input, but she stays quiet. Next, you take the shirt and jacket, pulling them on too. It is definitely an improvement from your previous suits you've owned, but only a bit. The shirt feels as if it is tucked in too far, and the jacket feels if it hung over your shoulders rather than fit you right. Despite this, Alana just looks on. It's clear from her expression that she's losing interest. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/stylist 8b2.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I guess it's all the right length. It just feels baggy everywhere.'</span> You turn and let the material bunch up to emphasise the point, hoping that Alana will re-engage with the conversation.</div> <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'To be honest with you, $name, I'm not sure what I can do about that. You're in a slim-fitting suit, and without a tailor, we're a little bit stuck. You could try a skinny suit, though that's not something we do here.'</span> She paused. <span style="color:#c12a52">'Not really our style.'</span></div> You look at yourself forlornly in the mirror. The suit does seem much better than your current suit, though that wasn't really saying much. Things weren't turning out how you'd hoped they would. <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'So, would you like to stick to this size or go back to the women's suit?'</span> She asks, looking back at her pad.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Stylist 9b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/stylist 2.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/alana.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You think about it for a few seconds. You couldn't bring yourself to wear clothing meant for a girl. You were a guy. You //are// a guy! Maybe once you were in America, you could find a skinny suit. You knew you couldn't go on wearing the suits you had been. You'd look silly, and there's no way you'd fit in. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I think my only option is to stick to this size.'</span> You say, with more confidence than you felt.</div> <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'That's fine. Change back into your own clothes, and we'll look at a few colours.'</span> Alana says.</div> Quickly changing back into your old clothes, you scurry over to Alana, whos already selected a few suits for you to choose from. It doesn't take long for you to select three suits, two different shades of blue and a light grey. Alana then leads you back to the reception, where you give your details to Elena, the receptionist. Not long after, you find yourself on the bus on your way back home. You feel as though you were rushed out of there, which makes sense considering Alana's annoyance towards the end. For the rest of the bus ride, you spend time thinking over your decisions: had you made the right choice? Alana didn't seem to think so. If she thought you looked good, then, everyone else would surely think the same. Her philosophy still rang in your head: We wear what makes us look good, regardless of anything else.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Stylist 10]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/stylist 1.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/alana.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box alana">After a few seconds, Alana emerges from the bottom of the stairs. <span style="color:#c12a52">'You look just wonderful! Isn't this just the story of the duckling becoming the beautiful swan. Turn around.'</span></div> Her words force a smile from you and do as she says. <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'That man really can do wonders!'</span> She purrs, barely touching your hair as if she might disturb it.</div> You turn back around, feeling much better about your hair after the genuine praise from Alana. <div class="box alana"><span style="color:#c12a52">'So, we're done here. I've arranged for your suits and a few extra's to be sent to America. If you give Elena the institutions address, we'll make sure they get to you.'</span> Alana says casually.</div> <div class="box you">You don't even know where to begin. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I can't thank you enough. You've done so much for me! Thank you so so much!'</span> You burst out a jumble of words. <span style="color:#afeeee">'You've actually made me excited about going!'</span></div> <div class="box alana">Alana giggled. The sound makes your heart melt once more. <span style="color:#c12a52">'I've added a few more things. I get the feeling that if you wore this to a stylist meeting, the rest of your wardrobe isn't much better. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have paying work to be getting on with.'</span> She gives you a wink before she leaves.</div> You give the address you were given to Elena, and leave with a new hop in your step.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Stylist 10]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/hallway.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/sophie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/troy.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You creep towards the door and peek around the corner. The sight shocks you, and you take a few seconds to comprehend what you're seeing. Sophie is in reverse cowgirl, she's looking in your direction, but her eyes are glazed over as if she's totally emersed in bliss. What shocks you is the guy she's on top of. He's big, black and definitely not Adrian. As Sophie moves up, you see the cock of this guy emerge. It's huge. Easily the biggest you've seen in real life. You can't stop staring at it. It's so long and thick, and it has veins all the way up it. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/soph 2.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Both of their bodies are shiny with sweat as if they've been at it for a while. Sophie bounces up and down, surprising you with how much of the big black cock is pushed into her. Her body looks so petit impaled by such a large dick. Her hair is a mess, stuck against her face in some places, and her eyes are wide. She bites her bottom lip hard as if she's trying to contain herself, but her moans persist, and they're all you can hear. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/soph 2 2.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'Fuck me! Fuck me! Please give it all to me! I love it!'</span> Sophie bursts out.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/soph 3.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> Sophie turns around to face the guy, his cock still buried inside her. The guy stands up, and she wraps her arm around him to hold herself on. His cock sinks deep into Sophie, and she shivers violently, tossing her head backwards. After a few seconds of deep penetration, he lifts Sophie, her ass squashed out between his fingers and drops her down onto his cock, over and over. Sophie has barely has time to recover before her pussy is filled once more by his black dick.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Soph 2a]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/hallway.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/sophie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/troy.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You stand for a few moments, paralysed by indecision. You wanted to watch. You desperately wanted to, but you knew how wrong it was. <<if $peek is 1>>Sophie's command to not violate her privacy came to mind.<</if>>You knew that you shouldn't do it. Slightly disappointed by your own resolve, you turned away, heading for the shower. Sophie's screams fill the corridor, taunting you with what you're missing. Getting into the shower, you try and drown out Sophie's moans. The sound of the running water helps immensely, and it's not long before you manage to forget everything else. You reach down for your body wash and shampoo but only find Sophie's. You'd packed yours the day before as you didn't know what you'd have when you get to the States. Sophie probably wouldn't mind if you used her stuff just for the day. You read the bottle, just to be safe. "Cleanser, not suitable for use on face or hair." You shrug. Good thing you read the bottle. It's not like men's body wash: used for body, face and hair. You turn off the running water and lather your body up, not missing a spot, making sure that you are extra clean for your flight tomorrow. Washing it off, you apply the shampoo. "Rose and Pomegranate, Shine." the label reads. Sounds delightful. Again, not like men's products called "Endurance" or "Bluewave" or something stupid, you smirk. You step out of the shower and run into another problem: no towel. Annoyingly, Sophie's is hanging on the back of the door. It's long and pale pink. Not exactly what you want to be seen in, but what choice did you have. You dry yourself and wrap the towel around your body. There's no sound coming from Sophie and Adrian's room as you leave the bathroom.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Troy 1b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/hallway.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/sophie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/troy.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'Oh god!... I love it! I love your big black dick so so much!'</span> Sophie squeals, looking the guy directly in the eyes before kissing him deeply.</div> You can't stop watching. You know how wrong it is. You know you should leave, but you can't stop. Your cock is fully erect and twitching with excitement. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/soph 3 2.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box guy3"><span style="color:#7b9ae8">'I'm gonna cum.'</span> The guy grunts, his voice low. He looks up, smiles, and gives you a wink. You freeze, unable to react.</div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'God, yes! I can feel you so deep! Cum baby! Cum for mee!'</span> Sophie wails.</div> He drops her onto her knees. It's the first time you've seen the full length of his cock, and your eyes go wide, locked on the sight of it. Sophie takes his dick in both hands and strokes it quickly. Her mouth open, her tongue hanging out, eagerly awaiting his load. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/soph 4.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> He grunts as he cums. His first shot misses her completely, falling on the bedsheets behind them. The second covers her face before she closes her lips around his tip, taking the rest in her mouth. You dart around the corner, flattening yourself against the wall, catching your breath. You need a shower more than ever now. Making your way as quickly and quietly as you can, you get into your room and gently close the door behind you. You strip out of your clothes and dart to the bathroom in your boxers.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Shower 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/bathroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Jumping under the shower, you try and focus your mind. You'd just watch Sophie get fucked hard by another man; you'd just watched her cheating on Adrian. Despite that, you were so turned on, but your mind felt so torn that you couldn't bring yourself to masturbate. //What should you do?// Surely, you needed to tell Adrian, but he will be so broken about it, and you were leaving tomorrow. You always knew that Sophie was out of Adrian's league, and it was just too good to be true. On one hand, you're happy that you caught her, but on the other, you're upset for Adrian. The warm jets of water seemed to wash some of your thoughts away. You reach down for your body wash and shampoo but only find Sophie's. You'd packed yours the day before as you didn't know what you'd have when you get to the States. Sophie probably wouldn't mind if you used her stuff just for the day, plus this is your revenge. You read the bottle, just to be safe. "Cleanser, not suitable for use on face or hair." You shrug. Good thing you read the bottle. It's not like men's body wash: used for body, face and hair. You turn off the running water and lather your body up, not missing a spot, making sure that you are extra clean for your flight tomorrow. Washing it off, you apply the shampoo. "Rose and Pomegranate, Shine" the label reads. Again, not like men's products called "Endurance" or "Bluewave" or something stupid, you smirk. <<if $clothes is 1>>You wash it out quickly, aware that Mateo has already cleaned your hair just earlier.<</if>> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/shower 1.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You step out of the shower and run into another problem: no towel. Annoyingly, Sophie's is hanging on the back of the door. It's long and pale pink. Not exactly what you want to be seen in, but what choice did you have. You dry yourself and wrap the towel around your body. There's no sound coming from Sophie and Adrian's room as you leave the bathroom.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Troy 1a]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/hallway.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/troy.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box guy3"><span style="color:#7b9ae8">'You must be $name, Adrian's friend.'</span> The voice is low and startles you as you make your way to your room.</div> <div class="box you">You turn to see the big black man at the top of the stairs. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah.'</span> You feel as if you squeak. </div> It takes you a second, but the realisation hits you. This must have been the guy Sophie was fucking. <div class="box guy3">Glancing over at Adrian and Sophie's room, the guy follows your eyes and gives you a knowing smile. <span style="color:#7b9ae8">'Don't worry, she's probably going to out of it for a while.'</span> There's an American twang to his voice. <span style="color:#7b9ae8">'You know. I knew an $name once. Nice kid. Never knew what happened to them.'</span></div> Your mind is racing, and you're not sure how to respond. There's a silence before the guy smirks and walks away. You're left stunned. The world feels as if it's ringing as you make your way into your room, sitting heavily on your bed. You couldn't believe it; Sophie's cheating on Adrian with that big black guy. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Troy 2b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/sophie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You hear a door opening in the hallway and see Sophie dressed in pale orange lingerie; walking to the bathroom. She turns to look at you, an annoyed look in her eye. <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/soph 6b.jpg" style="width: 100%;"></center></div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'Why the fuck are you using my towel?'</span> She storms into your room, her thighs swaying back and forth as she moves.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I...'</span> You begin, in too much shock to formulate any proper response.</div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'What's wrong with you?'</span> Her expression falters.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I saw the guy.'</span> You say, trying to muster some confidence.</div> There are a few seconds of pause as Sophie processes what you're saying. <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'Troy?! You think because you saw Troy and heard us having sex, that you have somehow caught us? And then, because of that, you thought that you could use my towel as a small revenge?'</span> She rants.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'No, Sophie! It wasn't like that.'</span> You pause. It felt like you were backtracking. <span style="color:#afeeee">'You cheated on Adrian!'</span> You burst out.</div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'Are you kidding me right now?! Me and Adrian have a special relationship, and we're very happy in it! Also, it's none of your fucking business. How dare you act all high and mighty, just because you don't understand!'</span> She continues.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Troy 3b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/hallway.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/troy.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box guy3"><span style="color:#7b9ae8">'You enjoy the show?'</span> The voice is low and startles you.</div> <div class="box you">You turn to see the big black man at the top of the stairs. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes, I mean no. I'm really sorry, I looked by accident then and then...'</span> You trail off, looking towards Adrian and Sophie's room. </div> <div class="box guy3"><span style="color:#7b9ae8">'Don't worry, she's probably going to out of it for a while.'</span> The guy said, giving a knowing smile. There's an American twang to his voice that wasn't obvious earlier. <span style="color:#7b9ae8">'So, you're a friend of Adrian's?'</span></div> <div class="box you">You're stunned, not able to believe he would bring him up so casually. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Ye... yeah.'</span> You croaked, your mouth dry. You can't help but feel intimidated by his presence, and it doesn't help that you're naked, except for a soft pink towel covering your lower half.</div> <div class="box guy3"><span style="color:#7b9ae8">'Hm. Say hi from me.'</span> He said, filling the silence. <span style="color:#7b9ae8">'It's Troy, by the way.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'$name.'</span> You respond, your mind spinning, hardly able to get your name out. </div> <div class="box guy3"><span style="color:#7b9ae8">'Cute. I knew an $name once.'</span> Troy goes pensive before he starts walking down the stairs. <span style="color:#7b9ae8">'Nice kid. Never knew what happened to them.'</span></div> You stand dumbfounded for what feels like ages before you make your way back to your room. Closing the door, you pick up a set of clothes that you've laid out for yourself to travel in the next day.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Chastity 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/sophie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You jump as the door bursts open, banging loudly against the wall. <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'You little shit! How fucking dare you!'</span> Sophie storms up to you and pushes you against the wall. She's dressed in pale orange lingerie, but you barely have time to notice before you're being... womanhandled.</div> <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/soph 6b.jpg" style="width: 100%;"></center></div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'You fucking pervert! I can't believe I was so nice to you today, and this is how you repay me!'</span> Her voice was low and menacing. <span style="color:#958de7">'You're using my towel?!... nevermind.'</span></div> You don't know what to think. You thought you had the upper hand, that you had caught her cheating. You had never expected her to come in here, so angry at you. Your thoughts spiral around your head. <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'So? What do you have to say for yourself?'</span> Sophie glares you directly in the eye, forcing you to look down and away.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'You... You cheated.'</span> You manage to croak out.</div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'Wait, what?'</span> Sophie sounds genuinely confused. <span style="color:#958de7">'...On Adrian? Are you kidding me right now?'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I uh...'</span> You start, in a stupor.</div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'So, let me get this right. You thought I was cheating on Adrian and thought you'd get justice and punish me by watching me in my most vunerable state... <<if $peek is 1>>Again?!<</if>> Have I got that right or was there something I missed?'</span> Sophie asked, her voice still menacing.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'No, Sophie it wasn't like that, I...'</span> You start; feeling light-headed and sick.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Chastity 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/sophie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'Save it. Whatever you're about to say is obvious bullshit. Firstly, Adrian and me have a very special relationship, and we're both very happy in it. But that's really none of your fucking business. Secondly, and more importantly, you do not fucking perv on women... or on anybody! Especially when we are being intimate with someone else. Stand right here and don't say a fucking word.'</span> She rants before storming out.</div> You do as she says and stand in silence. You sway dizzily as you try to get your breath back, your heart beating hard in your chest. A few seconds pass, and Sophie comes back in, holding a small light-blue device in her hand and a piece of paper in the other. <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/chastity 3.jpg" style="width: 100%;"></center></div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'As you clearly can't control yourself, you're going to wear this. Just for the night. You're lucky you're leaving tomorrow or else you'd be in serious trouble. But, as far as I'm concerned, as soon as you're out of the country you're not my problem.'</span> She holds up the small device.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/chastity 4.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'What is it?'</span> You ask, wearily.</div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'A chastity device. It's what a little boi gets when he doesn't have any self-control. You wear this tonight, and I'll believe that you've learnt your lesson and we'll be quits.'</span> Sophie says, her voice a little bit calmer.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'What happens if I say no?'</span> You bravely question.</div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'In my opinion, you don't even have that option, you need some sort of punishment don't you agree? But I will tell Adrian. From what I can tell you'll lose your only friend, I don't think I could live, having literally no one in my life. Adrian said that your sister doesn't talk to you anymore, and Adrian is the closest thing to family that you've got...'</span> She trails off, leaving you lost in thought. <span style="color:#958de7">'As far as punishment's go, this isn't even that bad. It's just one night. What do you say?'</span> She continues, talking so gently that you have trouble not nodding along.</div></div> <<if $willpower lte 0>><div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Just go with it]]>>/<<set $chastity to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<button type="button" disabled data-msg="Your willpower is too low"><span style="color:#858585">Tell her you won't do it</span></button>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Just go with it]]>><<set $chastity to 1>><<set $chas2 to 1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Tell her you won't do it]]>><<set $chastity to 0>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/sophie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<if $chas2 is 1>><<changeWillpower -2>> <</if>><div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Okay... Just one night.'</span> You decide.</div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'Just one night.'</span> She reassures you.</div> Sophie slides down your body until she's squatting at head height with your crotch. Bringing the cage up to your dick, she gently takes it in her other hand, cradling it as if it were so delicate. You notice her nails, painted though they were meant to match the lingerie she was wearing. Softly, she feeds your dick through the large opening on the device. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/chastity 6.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> A girl is actually touching your dick for the first time ever, and it feels incredible. You realise that this would be the worst possible time to get an erection. Sophie is already angry at you and you don't want to do anything that would provoke her further. You look away and try to focus on your breathing. It's oddly even harder to control yourself when she touches the area behind your balls. You hold your breath trying to think of anything else. //click// You hear a light click and look down with a start. A small heart-shaped lock sits on top of the small blue device encompassing your dick. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/chastity 7.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Sophie, what the fuck?!'</span> You burst out; eyes wide with shock.</div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'Shut up!'</span> Sophie snaps back, clearly not happy with your aggression towards her. <span style="color:#958de7">'This is merely a little reminder, so if you feel like taking it off, you will remember why it's there in the first place. Plus, here's the key.'</span> She holds up a very small key, which is also heart-shaped.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/chastity 7 2.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box sophie">She takes the envelope, puts the key inside, and licks it shut. <span style="color:#958de7">'You're going to show me the envelope tomorrow, and then you can take it off. Fair?'</span> She leaves the envelope on your desk.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I guess.'</span> You murmur, inspecting your caged dick with your eyes. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Wait! How are you expecting me to pee?'</span> The thought suddenly comes to you.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Chastity 4]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/sophie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<changeWillpower 2>> <div class="box mini-br-after">You stand frozen by indecision as Sophie glares at you. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Look, Sophie. I'm sorry for watching you. I truly am. And for accusing you of cheating. But, I can't wear that thing. I get that you want to punish me but I can't do that.'</span> You look at Sophie, waiting for her furious response.</div> There's a second as you brace for it. After a second, you relax just slightly as Sophie simply takes back the cage in her hand. <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'Sure.'</span> She says indifferently. <span style="color:#958de7">'I will be telling Adrian though.'</span></div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/chastity 9.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> She turns and walks out, her perfect bubble butt swaying from side to side as she leaves down the hallway. You breathe a sigh of relief. You were expecting much worse consequences. But for the time being, you're safe.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Adrian 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/sophie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box sophie">She raises an eyebrow. <span style="color:#958de7">'You sit down.'</span> Her reply is blunt.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh... Yeah... I guess that works.'</span> You grumble.</div> <div class="box sophie">She pauses on her way out. <span style="color:#958de7">'You used my body wash?'</span> She smiles. <span style="color:#958de7">'Did you follow the instructions on the bottle?'</span></div> You just nod dumbly. <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'Good.'</span> She walks off, her peachy butt swaying from side to side as she does.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/chastity 9.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You sit heavily down on your bed, feeling defeated. The sensation of the cage around your dick is entrapping. Somehow you still feel horny, maybe even hornier now that there's a reminder pressing lightly against your dick. It's then that the true purpose of the device reveals itself. As your dick starts to grow, the cage press's against it from all angles. The discomfort grows, and you shift as the ache continues. You look up at the envelope in a moment of desperation. After what feels like an age, your dick seems to get the message and settles down. You sigh with relief. You feel like you get it now: your horniness got you into this mess, so it was your horniness that was getting punished. Made sense, you thought.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Adrian 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/living room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/adrian.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/sophie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Adrian came home an hour or two later.<<if $peek2 is 0>> You must have dozed off at some point because his arrival startles you awake.<<elseif $chastity is 0>> You've spent the time anxiously pacing around your room, nervous about the repercussions of disobeying Sophie.<</if>> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'I'm home, and I've brought goodies.'</span> He calls to the house.</div> You go down to meet him, hearing music playing. <<if $chastity is 1>>It feels a bit odd to walk, the cage, feeling as though it shifts with your hips moving.<</if>> <<if $chastity is 0>> When you get downstairs your eyes meet with Adrian's. He's stood with Sophie and they both have a solemn look on their faces. <<else>><div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'There you are! Man of the hour!'</span> Adrian grins, dressed in his business attire, holding out a beer for you.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Thanks, man!'</span> You chuckle, taking the beer from him, grinning to match his.</div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'Is Troy still about? Have you met him yet?'</span> He asks seemingly innocently, watching you as he does so.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'He...'</span> You pause, shocked that Adrian would ask you so casually. Your eyes glaze over as the memories of what happened flood back to you. <span style="color:#afeeee">'... isn't.'</span> You finish off.</div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'Um... Good?'</span> Adrian says. <span style="color:#00bb44">'Everything okay? You were far away for a second there.'</span></div><</if>></div> <<if $chastity is 0>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Adrian 2d]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<elseif $willpower gte 4 and $chastity isnot 1>><div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Tell Adrian about Sophie]]>>/<<set $telladrian to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Stay out of their business|Adrian 2a]]>>/<<set $telladrian to 0>>/<</button>>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Adrian 2a]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/living room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/adrian.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<if $chastity is 0>><div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you">There's an awkward pause before you speak up. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Hey, is everything...'</span></div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'No, man. It's not. Everything's not okay.'</span> Adrian interrupts you. <span style="color:#00bb44">'Why would you watch someone else have sex? Maybe by accident, but Sophie said you just stood there and watched. How could you think, even for a second, that watching was okay!'</span> As he rants, he just gets more and more worked up.</div> As he talks, you look at Sophie, who is clearly avoiding your gaze. You decide to come forward before Adrian gets even more upset: <span style="color:#afeeee">'Look, I'm sorry man, but did she also tell you she was cheating on you? She was having sex with Troy, the mover.'</span> You say resolutely. Adrian's eyes go wide in shock as he looks at you both. He stays quiet for a few seconds, trying to find the words. Then he takes a step back, and angrily snaps at you both <span style="color:#00bb44">'How could you do this to me? Why? Why couldn't you just get along? This-this...'</span> He stops, as tears starts flowing <span style="color:#00bb44">'This was supposed to be a happy moment.'</span> He says defeatedly, his rage suddenly gone. He looks again at you, a sad, disappointed glare, then just leaves. You're left standing in the living room with Sophie, listening to Adrian stamp up the stairs and slam his bedroom door. There's an uncomfortable silence. You don't dare look up at her. <span style="color:#958de7">'He's right.'</span> Says Sophie, managing to break the silence You can clearly feel her anger and disgust in her gaze, but you are not her concern right now, Adrian is. <span style="color:#958de7">'Just... Just go.'</span> She says simply, pointing to your room. Slowly, you make your way upstairs, as she sits down you can hear her quietly sobbing. Then, it was just you, and you felt miserable. This evening had supposed to be like your sending off party, and instead, you were going to spend it alone. You sit heavily on your bed, feeling defeated. The rest of your evening you spend on your phone. Your door stays shut, and you don't hear anything outside. Your room feels cold and empty without any of your possessions. It's not exactly how you'd expected to spend your last evening.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Leave 1d]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Hey, man...'</span> You start tentatively. Stopping when you don't know how to say it. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Maybe you should sit down.'</span> You sit on the sofa, waiting for him to join you.</div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'What's up, $name? You're scaring me.'</span> Adrian starts, laughing nervously.</div> After a moment of watching your expression, he sits. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I'm not sure how to say this.'</span> You pause. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I'll just... I'll just say it.'</span> You pause again. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Today... Today when I got home. I heard people having sex. I didn't look. I assumed it was you and Sophie. But then I saw Troy leaving and well... Yeah...'</span> As you speak, you watch his expression slowly drop.</div> The two of you sit in silence. You're not sure what else to say. You half wish that you hadn't said anything at all. <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'Shit.'</span> He says after a while, clearly struggling to process it.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Sorry. She said you knew. I kinda hoped you did...'</span> You trail off.</div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'Shit.'</span> He repeated. His is voice; flat and hollow.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah.'</span> You say back.</div> More silence while your brain reels with what to say. How do you comfort your friend in his moment of need? Surely, anything was better than nothing? <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'It'll be okay. I know this must really hurt now but not long from now it'll seem like the right thing.'</span> You try and reassure him.</div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'I think... I think I need to go upstairs. I need to talk to her.'</span> He stands up. His body seems heavy. <span style="color:#00bb44">'Thanks for telling me though.'</span> He mumbles as he leaves the room.</div> You listen as he trudges up the stairs, then you hear his door close, and it's quiet. For a bit, you sit in silence and try to listen in. But can't hear a thing. Instead, you question yourself: Had you done the right thing? Maybe it wasn't any of your business. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Adrian 3b]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/sophie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You hesitate, unsure what you should say. You'd just assumed Sophie had cheated on Adrian. But, now that you thought about it, there was so much more information that you should have had. <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'That's what I thought.'</span> Sophie concluded after a few seconds of you being visibly stunned. <span style="color:#958de7">'and give me back my fucking towel.'</span> She holds out her hand.</div> You just sit there, not knowing how to respond. You're totally naked beneath the towel, and Sophie must know that. <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'Now!'</span> She snaps, forcing you into action.</div> <<if $willpower lte -6>>WIhtout thinking, you lift yourself long enough to pull the towel from underneath yourself and hold it out to Sophie. It takes a second to realise it, but it strikes you that you're naked. Quickly, you drape the duvet over yourself, awkwardly looking back up at Sophie to see her reaction. <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'Cute.'</span> She says indifferently, walking out with her towel.</div> As you sit, you can feel your heartrate in your head. It feels like your entire day has been an emotional rollercoaster. <<else>>You lift the duvet that you're sitting on to cover yourself up. Then, you stand high enough to pull the towel from underneath you, making sure not to expose yourself in the process. Sophie raises her eyebrows indifferently and walks out with her towel. As you sit, you can feel your heart-rate in your head. It feels like your entire day has been an emotional rollercoaster.<</if>></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Adrian 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/living room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/adrian.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/sophie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you">There's an awkward pause before you speak up. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Hey, is everything...'</span></div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'No, man. It's not. Everything's not okay.'</span> Adrian interrupts you. <span style="color:#00bb44">'Why would you watch someone else have sex? Maybe by accident, but Sophie said you just stood there and watched. How could you think, even for a second, that watching was okay!'</span> As he rants, he just gets more and more worked up.</div> <div class="box you">You're at a loss for words. Your mind feels like it's going too quick for you to keep up with. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I'm sorry, man. I was shocked. I just wasn't expecting to see it...'</span></div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'That's a lie! Sophie said that you hid, which means you knew what you were doing was wrong, and you just chose to do it anyway!'</span> Adrian interrupted you again, talking louder.</div> You'd never been good at arguing. You felt like you never had time to process anything and come up with a comeback. But, in this instance, you felt like you didn't have a leg to stand on. You look down, ashamed. <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'Today is your last day, and it was supposed to be nice! But, you had to go and fucking ruin it!'</span> Adrian starts to shout as he storms off, like a child having a tantrum.</div> You're left standing in the living room with Sophie, listening to Adrian stamp up the stairs and slam his bedroom door. There's an uncomfortable silence. You don't dare look up at her. <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'I didn't tell him anything but the truth.'</span> Sophie starts as she walks past you, about to follow Adrian. <span style="color:#958de7">'Though I didn't realise he'd be this upset. You could have so easily avoided this.'</span></div> Then, it was just you, and you felt miserable. This evening had supposed to be like your sending off party, and instead, you were going to spend it alone. Slowly, you make your way upstairs, having gotten over the shock. You sit heavily on your bed, feeling defeated. The rest of your evening you spend on your phone. Your door stays shut, and you don't hear anything outside. Your room feels cold and empty without any of your possessions. It's not exactly how you'd expected to spend your last evening.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Leave 1d]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/living room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/adrian.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/sophie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah... Sorry, I was just trying to think. He was here when I got home, but I only met him briefly cos I needed to shower.'</span> You said, treading lightly over your words, not wanting to make things awkward with Adrian the day before you left.</div> <<if $telladrian is 1>>You want to tell him. But, there are a few reasons why you shouldn't. Was it really any of your business? Adrian would be mortified if he knew that you knew. You couldn't do that to him. And, with you leaving tomorrow, there wouldn't be any way to really clear it all up. <</if>><<if $clothes is 1>><div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'You've had a haircut!'</span> Adrian notices, smiling. Unintentionally, changing the topic for you. <span style="color:#00bb44">'Looks fantastic. Less scruffy. Suits you and your new job.'</span> </div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Thanks!'</span> You smile, angling your head to give him different views. </div> The two of you talk about your experience with the stylist, though you avoided telling him that you wore girls clothes. You go to the bathroom and when you return to the living room, Sophie's sitting on Adrian's lap, chatting and sipping wine. <</if>><div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'So good baby, I'm really going to feel it tomorrow, but I feel amazing right now.'</span> Sophie beams.</div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'That's what he's for.'</span> Adrian laughs.</div> You feel far too awkward to add to the conversation so just smile as you take a seat. Adrian obviously thinks they're talking in code though you know exactly what it's about. <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'And he helped the moving guys with $name's bags.'</span> Sophie smiled at you.</div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'I like him a lot.'</span> Adrian said, slurring his words a bit as you notice he's finishing his second beer in quick succession. </div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'That was really nice of him.'</span> You said, trying to feel involved, the beer going to your head.</div> For a while, you have a lot of fun, the three of you chatting and laughing. It's nice; it feels like your Uni days when there was much less pressure. Though, you had never appreciated it at the time. It's not long before you call it a night. You're aware that you have a flight in the morning and want to feel fresh for it. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Adrian 3a]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/living room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/adrian.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/sophie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'I can't believe you're going.'</span> Adrian says remorsefully. Slurring his words slightly as you stand to leave. <span style="color:#00bb44">'I knew you were moving out, man, but now you're moving to the other side of the country. No, sorry, the world!'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I know...'</span> You don't exactly know what to say. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I mean, you're going to come and visit, right?'</span> As you say this, you feel yourself getting emotional.</div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'Yeah, of course. I mean, probably at some point! It's going to be fantastic!... I'm going to miss you, man.'</span> He embraces you for a hug.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Me too... I'll give you a call when I'm settled.'</span> You hug him back.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/adrian 7.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box you">After a few seconds, you turn to Sophie. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I guess, I'll miss you too.'</span> You say, more caught up in the moment than really meaning it.</div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'//I guess//, I'll miss you too.'</span> She smiles and gives you a quick hug.</div> <div class="box you">You stand awkwardly, none of you knowing what to say next. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I'll see you tomorrow... Night. And thank you... for everything.'</span></div> The goodbye feels awkward and clunky. But, as you go up the stairs, you're feeling genuinely upset about leaving. Sure, it wasn't that great, but you had a lot of fun... At least, you think you had. You feel melancholy as you get ready for bed in silence. Your room is now completely bare. Everything that had made it your own was gone. As you finish getting ready,<<if $chastity is 1>> you remember the cage still fastened around your dick. You're surprised. You'd got used to the sensation and hadn't noticed it all evening.<<else>> you feel as if you're on auto-pilot completing your tasks without thinking.<</if>> When you get into bed, you hardly have to try to sleep before you fall into a deep slumber.</div> <<if $chastity is 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Leave 1a]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Leave 1b]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/living room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">The next thing you know: your alarm blares that it's time to go. Waking up, you still have the same downcast feeling. You're leaving your home, and though it wasn't all that great, it was still your home. You remember that it's morning, and you're finally allowed to take the cage off. You stumble out of bed in your haste to get the key. You rip open the letter, take the key, and push it in the lock. <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/leave 1.webp" style="width: 100%;"></center></div> Your heart stops as it doesn't turn. It's so small that you don't want to risk forcing it and breaking it. There must be some logical explanation. Trying not to panic, you hurry to Adrian and Sophie's room. Their room is open and empty. The house is eerily quiet, and when you get downstairs, no one is about. There's a letter note on the kitchen counter: 'Hey $name, I thought I'd miss you today. I'm not that great at goodbyes anyway. But, I just wanted to say good luck and have fun. Don't lose contact. AD.' It's cute, but you can't appreciate it at the moment. You take out your phone and call Sophie; it rings a few times and then comes up with Sophie's voicemail. You curse and look at the time. There is about an hour before you're supposed to be picked up. Forcing yourself to take a breath, you access your options. There wasn't much you could do right now, but Sophie wouldn't leave you in this thing forever?! And, even if she did, you probably could get the lock cut. It would be the most embarrassing thing, but it beat being locked away forever. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/leave 3.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You're right in the middle of the thought when you hear the door unlock. Pretty much running from the kitchen, you see Sophie; in tight workout gear, her chest heaving.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Leave 2a]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/living room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/sophie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Sophie! The key! I can't get it to work!'</span> The words pour out of your faster than your mouth can speak.</div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'I know.'</span> She says, bending over to stretch out her legs; indifferently.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Sophie! I need this off me! I'm leaving soon.'</span> You burst out, trying to convey the urgency.</div> <div class="box sophie">She suddenly stops and gives you a curious, focused look <span style="color:#958de7">'Wait, you just found out, didn't you?'</span> She asks.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Well, y-yes... like we agreed'</span> You reply, taken aback by the strange question.</div> <div class="box sophie">She pulls up a chain around her neck, showing you a small key nestled between her tits. <span style="color:#958de7">'I obviously did not trust you to keep your word, so I kept the key.'</span> She pauses. <span style="color:#958de7">'Seems I was wrong.'</span> She adds with a surprised tone. You hold out your hand: she is about to give it to you, but stops just out of your reach. <span style="color:#958de7">'Wait, I... I'll give it to you if you unlock it in front of me'</span> She says, her gaze still focused on you.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah, sure, whatever, just give it here, please!'</span> you reply impatiently. She giggles, dropping the key into your outstretched hand.</div> You pull your trousers and boxers down around your thighs, revealing the source of your desperation. The key fits and there's a click as the locks pops open. You feel as if you can't get the cage off quick enough, excited for your regained freedom. As you hand both the key and the cage back to Sophie. An odd feeling of triumph, filling you as you've completed your punishment. Sophie takes them and smiles, her somewhat puzzled look still on her face. <div class="box sophie">She goes for the stairs, but stops halfway through. <span style="color:#958de7">'Good luck $name, I... Don't forget to call Adrian, ok?'</span> She gives you a genuine smile, and disappears up the stairs.</div> You collapse into the sofa, feeling as if your emotional capacity has burnt out. You hear a knock at the door, startling you from your day-dream. Absent-mindedly you answer it. A large man in a black suit standing looking down at you. Everything about him seems broad and intimidating. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/leave 7.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box guy1"><span style="color:#5079e0">'Miss $lastname?'</span> He asks, his voice low and gravelly.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Uh...'</span> You say, still recovering from your stupor. </div></div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Yes|Leave 3]]>><<set $driver to 1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Ignore his use of Miss|Leave 3]]>>/<<set $driver to 2>>/<</button>>@@</div> <<if $willpower lte -4>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<button type="button" disabled data-msg="Your willpower is too low"><span style="color:#858585">Confront him about the pronoun</span></button>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Confront him about the pronoun|Leave 3]]>><<set $driver to 3>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/living room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Wondering downstairs, you check Adrian and Sophie's room. It's empty. The house is eerily quiet, and when you get downstairs, no one is about. There is a letter note on the kitchen counter: 'Hey $name, I thought I'd miss you today. I'm not that great at goodbyes anyway. But, I just wanted to say good luck and have fun. Don't lose contact. AD.' It's cute, but you can't help but feel sad to never see him again. Not knowing what to do with yourself, you aimlessly wonder around the house, trying to take it in one last time before you leave. You hear a knock at the door, startling you from your thoughts. Absent-mindedly you answer it. A large man in a black suit standing looking down at you. Everything about him seems broad and intimidating. <div class="box guy1"><span style="color:#5079e0">'Miss $lastname?'</span> He asks, his voice low and gravelly.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Uh...'</span> You say, still recovering from your stupor. </div></div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Yes|Leave 3]]>><<set $driver to 1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Ignore his use of Miss|Leave 3]]>>/<<set $driver to 2>>/<</button>>@@</div> <<if $willpower lte -4>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<button type="button" disabled data-msg="Your willpower is too low"><span style="color:#858585">Confront him about the pronoun</span></button>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Confront him about the pronoun|Leave 3]]>><<set $driver to 3>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/living room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/adrian.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Going to your room, you try and keep quiet, not wanting to disturb whatever is going on in their room. After what seems to be a long while, the door bursts open and Sophie storms out, clutching her coat. She shoots you a look before disappearing down the stairs. The front door slams as she leaves, and you go to check on Adrian. Peeking around the door, you see Adrian sitting on the bed, looking idly out the window. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/adrian 6c.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Hey, you okay?'</span> You ask gently.</div> <div class="box adrian">He turns to look at you; his eyes seem hollow; like he's looking right through you. <span style="color:#00bb44">'Yeah. Thanks, man. We're on a bit of a break, just to think about this.'</span> He speaks calmly, his voice void of any emotion.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh, I'm sorry, this must really suck.'</span> You say lamely.</div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'Yeah... If you don't mind. I'd kinda like to be alone right now.'</span> He responds.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah, course. I get it. Totally makes sense.'</span> You back out of the room. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Let me know if you need anything.'</span></div> He just answers with a vacant smile. The rest of your evening you spend on your phone. The door to your room is open, so you can be there for Adrian if he comes out, but he doesn't. His door stays shut. Your room feels cold and empty without any of your possessions. It's not exactly how you'd expected to spend your last evening.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Leave 1c]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/living room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Your alarm blares that it's time to go. Waking up, you still have the same downcast feeling. You're leaving your home, and though it wasn't all that great, it was still your home. You felt like you'd ruined it just before you'd left. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/morning 2 1.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> When you get up, the house feels eerily quiet. You peer into Adrian's room, and it's empty. He's not downstairs either. There is a note on the kitchen counter: 'Hey $name, I'm sorry about yesterday, thanks for telling me it must have been hard. You're a good friend. I'm not that great at goodbyes anyway. Just wanted to say good luck and have fun. AD.' You read the note, feeling a wave of emotion as you imagine how hard it must be for him right now. The next few hours you spend pottering around the house. Having packed, you didn't really have much to do other than wait. You find the sensation of waiting oddly nerve-wracking. The anticipation is making you overthink every little aspect of going away. A knock startles you out of your own mind. You go to answer it, half expecting Sophie and not knowing what to say to her. You brace yourself as you open the door, but instead, you see a large man in a black suit standing looking down at you. Everything about him seems broad and intimidating. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/leave 7.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box guy1"><span style="color:#5079e0">'Miss Taylor?'</span> He asks, his voice low and gravelly.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Uh...'</span> You say, still recovering from your stupor.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Yes|Leave 3]]>><<set $driver to 1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Ignore his use of Miss|Leave 3]]>>/<<set $driver to 2>>/<</button>>@@</div> <<if $willpower lte -4>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<button type="button" disabled data-msg="Your willpower is too low"><span style="color:#858585">Confront him about the pronoun</span></button>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Confront him about the pronoun|Leave 3]]>><<set $driver to 3>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/living room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Your alarm blares that it's time to go. Waking up, you still have the same downcast feeling. You're leaving your home, and though it wasn't all that great, it was still your home. You felt like you'd ruined it just before you'd left. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/adrian 6c.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> When you get up, the house feels eerily quiet. You peer into Adrian's room, and it's empty. He's not downstairs either. There is a note on the kitchen counter: 'Hey $name, I'm sorry about yesterday, good luck with your job. Had to go to work. AD.' You read the note, feeling a wave of emotion as you imagine how hard it must be for him right now. The next few hours you spend pottering around the house. Having packed, you didn't really have much to do other than wait. You find the sensation of waiting oddly nerve-wracking. The anticipation is making you overthink every little aspect of going away. A knock startles you out of your own mind. You go to answer it, half expecting Sophie and not knowing what to say to her. You brace yourself as you open the door, but instead, you see a large man in a black suit standing looking down at you. Everything about him seems broad and intimidating. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 1/leave 7.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box guy1"><span style="color:#5079e0">'Miss Taylor?'</span> He asks, his voice low and gravelly.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Uh...'</span> You say, still recovering from your stupor.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Yes|Leave 3]]>><<set $driver to 1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Ignore his use of Miss|Leave 3]]>>/<<set $driver to 2>>/<</button>>@@</div> <<if $willpower lte -4>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<button type="button" disabled data-msg="Your willpower is too low"><span style="color:#858585">Confront him about the pronoun</span></button>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Confront him about the pronoun|Leave 3]]>><<set $driver to 3>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/leave 7.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <<if $driver is 1>><<changeWillpower -2>> <<elseif $driver is 3>><<changeWillpower 2>> <</if>><div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $driver is 1>><div class="box you">The realisation suddenly hits you of who this man must be. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah, yes! Sorry.'</span> You say, preoccupied with getting your phone to look at the time.</div> It's almost time to leave. How long were you sat, lost in thought? <<elseif $driver is 2>>You note the pronoun and it takes you a second to process that he's referring to you. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Um.. You're here to take me to the airport?'</span> You ask, choosing to ignore him calling you "Miss".</div> <<elseif $driver is 3>><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Sorry, it's not "Miss".'</span> You say, matter-of-factly.</div> <div class="box guy1"><span style="color:#5079e0">'Oh, excuse me. What would you prefer instead?'</span> He asks innocently.</div> <div class="box you">You pause, looking at him as if it's obvious, and when it isn't, you burst out with <span style="color:#afeeee">'Sir?!'</span> with an edge of sarcasm.</div> <div class="box guy1">He just smiles politely and replies graciously. <span style="color:#5079e0">'If that's what you prefer.'</span></div> You're not entirely sure how to respond and feel frustrated with the situation. <</if>><div class="box guy1"><span style="color:#5079e0">'Can I help with your bags?'</span> He asks, almost too politely, when you don't respond.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I got it. There's only one.'</span> You say. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Mind if I say goodbye quickly?'</span></div> <div class="box guy1"><span style="color:#5079e0">'I'll be in the car when you're ready to go. Please check you have your passport and anything else you might need for your trip.'</span> He gives you a friendly smile before turning back to a black Mercedes parked behind him.</div> You head back inside to grab your bag. Before you leave, you turn around, taking one last look at what had been your home. You close the door, leaving everything and everyone you knew behind.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Flight 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/hallway.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/adrian.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/sophie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">The door is slightly ajar, and you make your way to it, being careful not to make a noise. You can hear Sophie's voice rhythmically squealing with pleasure. Rounding the door, you are stunned by the sight of Sophie naked, on all fours, on top of Adrian. His dick pounded her while a black dildo stretches her asshole, bouncing up and down in time with Adrian's movements. Her ass, up in the air, looks so smooth and peach-like, that you can't help but feel hypnotized by the way she moved up and down. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 1/peek 1.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> <div class="box sophie"><span style="color:#958de7">'Fuuuuck! Adrian, you fuckinngggg stud! Keep fucking me, just like that!'</span> Sophie squealed as she reached around, taking the dildo and pushing it in and out of her asshole.</div> You had to squeeze your legs together to control yourself as you saw just how big the black dildo was. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src='media/chapter 1/peek 3.webp' style="max-width: 100%;"/></center></div> <div class="box adrian"><span style="color:#00bb44">'Oh god, Soph! You're going to make me cum!'</span> You heard Adrian's voice, desperate with pleasure.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Continue to watch]]>>/<<set $peek to 1>><<set $panties to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Leave]]>>/<<set $peek to 0>>/<</button>>@@</div>

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<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/chapter 1/banners/hallway.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Making your way back home, you listen to music to support your newfound confidence. When you're through the door, you feel an itch from around your neck that's been building from a few tiny hair trimmings. You decide you need a shower, and you'll need one before leaving tomorrow. You get to the top of the stairs and take out your headphones. Your ears are instantly filled with the familiar sound of Sophie's moans though they seem way more intense than usual. You stand in a mesmerised state, listening as Sophie cries out with pleasure. You notice your own breath becoming short as you become excited. Sophie's door is totally open. It would be so easy for you to go and look.</div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[You probably shouldn't]]>>/<<set $peek2 to 0>>/<</button>>@@</div> <<if $peek is 1 and $willpower lte -6>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<button type="button" disabled data-msg="Your willpower is too low"><span style="color:#858585">Go look</span></button>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go look]]>>/<<set $peek2 to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <</if>>

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<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/dtd logo.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Decent to Depravity is an interactive game in which choices determine future actions you can take and how other characters will interact with you. Below is a rough guide on how to play Decent to Depravity. The main stat is Willpower. A higher Willpower will allow you to have more autonomy, allowing you to decide on your actions. One way to increase Willpower is by making decisions for yourself, particularly if the decision opposes what another wants. <<willpowerIncreased>> A lower Willpower will allow others to have a greater influence over you. You might find that you're more obedient to other characters' demands, and the option to choose for yourself isn't available. One way to decrease Willpower is by allowing other characters to make your decisions for you. <<willpowerDecreased>> If an option isn't available, the button will be greyed-out. <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<button type="button" disabled data-msg='oh, magic depleted... Sorry.'><span style="color:#858585">Magic test button</span></button>@@</div> <div class="box cpu">Tip: Drug use can make you more susceptible to others' sway or can make you bolder in your decisions.</div> Once you gain access to the Relationship Tracker, your relationship with other characters will play a part in determining possible choices. For the most part, characters will increase their relationship with you if you comply with their requests or if you impress them. Conversely, if you disappoint or fail to do as another character asks, you are likely to lose relationship points. <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Relationship changed@@</span></b></center></div> <div class="box cpu">Tip: Often, denying another character's request can lead to an increase in Willpower but a fall in your relationship with that character.</div> Finally, attraction to male and female characters is displayed. Different levels of the meters indicate different levels of attraction. Filling the meter shows that you are fully attracted to characters of that gender, whereas a partially filled bar shows various levels of interest and curiosity. <<femaleAttractionChanged>> <<maleAttractionChanged "Male Attraction Changed">> <div class="box cpu">Tip: Drug use can increase how impressionable you are, making you more open-minded to influence regarding your attraction.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Title 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

[[How to play]]

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/your desk.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<set $coachlie to 0>><div class="box mini-br-after">Your eyes feel glazed, and your brain heavy with the exposure to the vast quantity of images of cocks and beautiful women that you've viewed. Despite all that dicks that you've seen, you have been constantly aroused over the hours that you've spent processing. <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/gym.webp" style="width: 495px;"></center></div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'How you feeling?' </span>Zoey's delicate voice cuts through the haze of your mind.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Good... Well, uh... I think I feel pretty overstimulated by it all.'</span> You reply truthfully</div> <div class="box you">Zoey giggle. <span style="color:#e50666">'I'm sure you are. I'm sorry there's so much. This was a popular experiment and we ended up taking far more applicants that we had initially planned. Out of interest... Did you spot anything interesting about the female images?'</span> She asked slyly.</div> You pause, taking a moment to think, determined to impress. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'They were all attractive. Like, all of them were far above the average attractiveness. Which was a little weird considering the candidates were meant to be rating them.'</span></div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Exactly!'</span> She gives you a proud smile. <span style="color:#e50666">'The point wasn't strictly to find out how candidates rated the images. But we have found that when aroused, candidates generally behaved differently.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'So like when candidates from set B who exaggerated there penis size undervalued women to feel superior.' </span>You expand, reciting her words.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Show off.' </span>She grinned.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Well, you know me. Just trying to make a name from myself.'</span> You smile back.</div> Zoey laughs in response, giving you a warm feeling in your stomach. <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'You're free to go now. We're not an office that expects people to stay longer than they have to, plus I think you have a gym session now.'</span> She explains.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Great, are you coming? Would you like me to wait for you.'</span> You ask.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'You're so sweet. That's okay though, I'm going to stay late and work though. I'm really in the flow of it.'</span> She replies excitedly.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'That's cool. I'll see you tomorrow?'</span> You smile back.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Bright and early.'</span> She winks before returning to her work.</div></div> <<if $panties is 1 or $panties is 0>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Womens store 1]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<elseif $mialunch is 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Mia gym 1]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Gym 1]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/gym reception.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> In the gym, you approach an athletic girl in a tight-fitting tank top, sitting behind a desk, idly scrolling through her phone. <br> <br> <<you>> 'Hi, $name here to see Coach Nelson.' <span>You say, trying to catch her attention.</span> <</you>> <<girl2>> 'Okay.' <span> She nods, setting her phone down and turns to her computer without looking at you. </span> '$name $lastname? Fill these out and Coach Nelson will be out in a minute.' <span>She hands you a clipboard with a few papers attached.</span> 'Do you have your own kit today or will you be wanting to use ours?' <span> She looks directly at you for the first time, and you're struck by the intensity of her crystal-blue eyes. </span> <</girl2>> <<you>> 'I have... Um, I have mine. Here. I have mine here.' <span>You respond, suddenly flustered.</span> <</you>> <<girl2>> 'That's nice.' <span>She flashes smiles and goes back to her computer.</span> <</girl2>> You sit on a leather couch near the entrance, the cold leather penetrating your suit's material, cooling the back of your thighs. The paperwork is all pretty basic: Name, age, authorising the gym to use your results from the medical to fill in safety checks and formulate a personalised fitness program. <br> <br> <<coach>> '$name $lastname?' <span>A deep voice summons you from the depths of your mind.</span> <</coach>> Looking up, you are confronted by a large black man with sculpted muscles pushing to escape from his tight gym clothes. The heads of his shoulders are perfectly defined, and you can see the definition of his legs beneath his skin-tight leggings. <br> <br> <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/coach.jpg" style="width: 495px;"></center></div> <br> <<you>> 'Hi, Coach Nelson?' <span>You stand to shake his hand.</span> <</you>> </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Gym 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/your desk.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you">You turn to go but feel the now familiar gentle squeeze of your package by the panties. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Last thing. Is there a place I can buy clothes? I think I've forgotten to pack a few things.'</span> You ask.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Depends what you forgot.'</span> She responds slowly, thinking through your options. <span style="color:#e50666">'The Men's apparel warehouse is closed for renovations, but there will be a few things that would fit you in one of the shops with women's clothes. What are you after?'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh, em… just... Socks.'</span> You say awkwardly.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Socks?...'</span> Zoey repeats, unconvinced. <span style="color:#e50666">'So, not socks. But something you don't want to tell me?'</span> She grins mischievously.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'It is socks!</span>' You defend yourself.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Well you can buy "socks" from one of the stores on campus. Unless there's something else you need?'</span> Zoey says, still smiling.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'... And what if there is?'</span> You ask cheekily.</div> <div class="box zoey">Zoey laughs. <span style="color:#e50666">'Well if there's something you can't find from a store on campus then you'll need to go into town. Though you might have to wait to do that because your wristband won't be configured yet. At least that's what I had to do.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'That's fine!'</span> You respond, faking indifference. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Okay thanks, Zoey! I got a gym session now!'</span></div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'See you later, $name.'</span></div> You're lost in thought in the lift.<<if $panties is 1>> At least you had something to wear; you move around on the spot feeling the comfort of the panties. <<else>> You feel the seam of your trousers catch on the skin of your crotch, and you wince at the sharp pain.<</if>> Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to go and look around one of the female stores and see if they have anything that would be appropriate. Exiting the lift, you look at the time, contemplating whether you have time to go to the clothing store before you go to the gym. You remember Dr Reyamov's stern warning not to be late. If you did go to find boxers, you would definitely be late for the gym. It was up to you then. Which did you think was more important? Being on time for Coach Nelson or sorting out your underwear problem.</div> <<if $mialunch is 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go to the gym|Mia gym 1]]>>/<<set $miagym to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go to clothing store|Womens store 2]]>>/<<set $miagym to 0>>/<</button>>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go to the gym|Gym 1]]>><</button>>@@</div><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go to clothing store|Womens store 2]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/gym reception.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/coach.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Coach Nelson added to your Relationship Tracker@@</span></b></center></div><<set $coarel to 1>><<set $coastat to 5>> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box coach"><span style="color:#00bfff">'You can just call me Coach. Lookin' forward to working with you.'</span> He takes your hand, making it feel petit in his grasp.</div> He sits, making it clear for you to do the same. <div class="box coach"><span style="color:#00bfff">'So, $name. I'd like to just have a little chat initially to see if we can align your wishes for your body with recommendations from the Doc and our training program. What, if you had one, was your old training regime like?'</span> He asks as he gets comfortable in his armchair, resting his arms on the sides and spreading his legs like a king on his throne. As he sits, you can't help but notice the sizable bulge between his legs. The thought of the appendage that must fill out the bulge invades your mind.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Well.'</span> You start feeling more embarrassed about admitting your lack of fitness to Coach than you had to Dr Tanya. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I've never really been to the gym, not regularly at least. I always felt a little... Out of place...'</span> You offer up, feeling as though you're already setting a low standard for yourself. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I did used to walk to work every day. About thirty minutes, and the same to go back.'</span></div> <div class="box coach"><span style="color:#00bfff">'No judgement here.'</span> He replies with a warm smile. <span style="color:#00bfff">'We all started somewhere, I just ask that while you work with me, you put in the effort and listen to what I got to say. If it sounds like I'm being critical it's because I've been doing this a long time and helped a lot of people. This is going to be hard, but let's have some fun while we're at it.'</span> He pauses letting his words set in. <span style="color:#00bfff">'In terms of your fitness, what are you interested in improving?'</span> </div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I think I'd like to look fitter. I'm not really interested in having big muscles but I'd like to look more defined.'</span> You summarise.</div> <div class="box coach"><span style="color:#00bfff">'That's possible.'</span> He nods slowly, looking over your forms. <span style="color:#00bfff">'I'd like to focus you on weights. Rather than focus on a high weight, I'd like you to do a lower weight and higher reps. Does that work for you?'</span> He asks, looking at you with a smile curled at the corner of his lips.</div> <div class="box you">You smile back. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Whatever you say, I'll trust you for this process.'</span></div> <div class="box coach"><span style="color:#00bfff">'Great. Go get changed, and I'll meet you back out here in a minute.'</span> He gestures his head in the direction of the changing rooms.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Sure, see you in a bit!' </span>You get up, taking your bag with your gym kit.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Gym 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/changing.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Heading the way Coach showed you, you spot Mia coming through the front entrance. She beams as she changes direction to intercept you. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Hey Mia!'</span> You call over once she's in earshot.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Hey yourself! First gym session with Coach?'</span> She asks excitedly, walking with you.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah, I just had a meeting with him and we're just about to start!'</span> You reply, mimicking her energy.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Sooo fun! I remember when I first started I was so tired after I just wanted to sleep!'</span> She laughs.</div> You get to the changing room and Mia walks in, saving you from the embarrassment of walking into the women's changing rooms. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oops, could you point me in the direction of the men's changing room?'</span> You ask politely.</div> <div class="box mia">Mia giggles. <span style="color:#de5d83">'Good thing I was here to save you from the shock! The changing rooms are mixed! There are a few individual changing booths inside if you're shy?'</span> She teases.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh!'</span> You pauses, processing the information. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I've just, never heard of something like this before.'</span> You take tentative, steps forward, following Mia into the changing room.</div> You're greeted with the slow murmur of conversation emanating out of a large room separated by lockers. Down the section you can see, a menagerie of fit bodies stripping, glistening with sweat or changing into tight-fitting gym ware. Guys and girls casually get dressed next to each other. <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'You just going to stand there staring, or are you planning to get ready?'</span> Mia asks loud enough to catch some glances.</div> You feel your cheeks burn red after being called out. Hurriedly, you skip to catch up with Mia, heading to another aisle. <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Private changing room or with me?'</span> She asks, giving you a cheeky grin.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Private rooms|Private rooms]]>><</button>>@@</div><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Change with Mia|Gym 4]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/changing.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh... I think... This time, I'm going to go for the private room. Just cause it's my first time and... Um... Yeah.' </span>You fumble your way through your excuse.</div> It's not that you don't want to see Mia changing; if you were to change with her, you're sure you'd have plenty of opportunities to sneak looks. Your point of concern is her and all the other attractive people in the changing room seeing and judging you. It's safer to change in your own private changing room, you surmise. <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Suit yourself!'</span> Mia winks, leaving you to find your way to the private changing rooms.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/locations/private changing.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> The room is spacious, with a large mirror, a bench and plenty of hooks to hang your clothes. You place your bag down and sit heavily after your long day. As you do, your heel makes contact with something under the bench. Without looking at it, you reach a hand under and wrap your fingers around a cylindrical object. It was girthy and slightly tacky to the touch. <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/private rooms.jpg" style="width: 495px;"></center></div> You reveal a long black sex toy, which looks like a six-inch dildo combined with a buttplug. Your hand trembles slightly, your brain not processing your find, not knowing whether to drop it or something else. It's thick. Your hand barely wraps around it. There's a sudden moment of realisation as it seems to really register what you are holding, and you drop it suddenly. As you stare at the object on the ground, a strange sensation to take it comes over you. You're not sure why. Something about it is lustful. It turns you on, and your desire extends to the toy.</div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Take it|Private rooms 1]]>>/<<set $takeit to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Put it back|Private rooms 1]]>>/<<set $takeit to 0>>/<</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/changing.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia bra.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'With you!'</span> You respond almost too eagerly.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Good.'</span> She smiles over her shoulder, setting her bag down on the bench and stripping off her shirt in a fluid motion.</div> <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/gym.jpg" style="width: 495px;"></center></div> A black bra strap contrasts the paleness of her skin. You remind yourself to breathe as she drops her skirt to the floor, revealing a matching black thong cutting between her curvaceous behind. She turns, and you avert your eyes a moment too late. Mia's precious giggle fills the air, burning your cheeks with embarrassment. <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Like what you see? You can stare this once but if we're going to change together regularly, you'll just have to get used to allll of me.'</span> She teases.</div> You don't adhere to her request, instead focusing on stripping off your shirt and jacket. <<if $panties is 0 or $panties is 1>>You pause, as you're about to remove your trousers as well, suddenly acutely aware of your <<if $panties is 1>>panties beneath.<<else>>lack of underwear.<</if>> You look around, checking that no one else is looking before sliding into a spot where you hope Mia coundn't see you. Taking a final breath you strip off your trousers and immediately pull on your jogging bottoms. Your cheeks already burning, you glance up to see if Mia or anyone else had spotted <<if $panties is 1>>you in your panties.<<else>>your naked body.<</if>> If she had, Mia made no indication of it, and you vowed not to be this exposed again. <<else>>Standing in boxers, you catch sight of her bra falling onto the bench next to you as you rummage through your bag in search of your gym kit.<</if>> Choosing to remain focused on changing instead of stealing a look at Mia's exposed chest, you hear her fluttering laughter. Looking up, you see her in a sports bra and yoga pants. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Gym 4a]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/gym reception.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/coach.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<coach>> '$name. Good to see you didn't make a run for it!' <span>He joked before doubt furrowed his brow.</span> 'I think you're going to need a proper gym kit. Do you have anything else you can wear?' <</coach>> <<you>> 'What's wrong with what I'm wearing?' <span>You ask, glancing down at your attire.</span> <</you>> <<coach>> 'Maybe I should have been clearer earlier. The reason why you are assigned to me for training, instead of by yourself. Because the results you'll see will be far more immediate. You're less likely to get demoralised, we will reach our goals much quicker. Optimisation and efficiency. I'll need to see exactly how your body moves, so we can avoid doing nine reps when eight will do. Your form is as important, if not more than the weight you're lifting.' <span>Coach finishes his lecture.</span> <</coach>> <<you>> 'I don't have anything else to wear.' <span>You respond.</span> <</you>> <<coach>> 'You'll be given three sets of gym clothing. Though feel free to wear any of your own in the future, as long as it adheres to the standard.' <span>He answers, making his way to the reception.</span> <</coach>> <<you>> 'What are the "standards"?' <</you>> <<coach>> 'As I mentioned, analysing your form is the aim. Skin tight leggings and a similar fitting tank top.' <span>He turns his attention to the receptionist.</span> 'Three sets... All in small, Kel.' <</coach>> Surveying the gym area, all the other men fit the description given by Coach. The notable difference between them and you is their abundant muscles yearning to escape the fabric. You stand, lost in the sight of the men, glistening as their bodies strain against the weights. <br> <br> <<coach>> 'We'll get you to a point where you're filling out your gym kit nicely.' <span> Coach startles you from your trance. He's holding six sealed paper bags out to you. </span> 'Try on one of the bags marked top and bottom for size. I'll wait just here for you.' <</coach>> </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Gym 6]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/gym.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/coach.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> Wordlessly, you take the bags in your arms and go to the changing rooms. You opt to change in the private rooms, nervous about how you'll look in skin-tight clothing. Adorning the new kit, you look up at the figure looking back at you in the mirror. <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/gym 6.jpg" style="width: 495px;"></center></div> <br> You're in form-hugging yoga pants, and a matching top with a cropped that shows off your slim midriff. You're saved the reveal by a short jacket that only allows your skin to be shown if you move in certain ways. <br> <br> The results aren't as bad as you'd feared. You're relieved that you're spared the embarrassment of the clothing being too baggy in terms of fit. The material does a good job of clinging to your skin. They accentuate your slim waist and rounded hips, though you're insecure about your petite upper body. Your flat chest and narrow shoulders seem to be shown off by the tank top. <br> <br> After a moment of being lost, you trusted Coach's belief that you'd soon be able to fit your new kit better. You're nervous about going out and the judgement of the other gym users. A knock at the door startles you from your spiral. <br> <br> <<coach>> '$name?' <span>Coach's voice penetrates the door.</span> <</coach>> <<you>> 'Hey.' <span>You respond, not taking your eyes off yourself.</span> <</you>> <<coach>> 'All good? You've been gone for a while.' <span>He continues.</span> <</coach>> Rather than answer, you muster the courage to open the door. Coach's figure looms a few inches below the top of the door. He looks down at you, his hands on his hips. <br> <br> <<you>> 'I'm good...' <span>You pause.</span> 'I just don't know if this suits me.' <</you>> <<coach>> <span>A moment passes before he answers.</span> 'I assume it's about your current body shape. We all started somewhere, I've people a lot larger than you and I've had people a lot smaller than you. Put in the work, trust the process, and I assure you that you'll be confident in your own body in no time. Plus, I'll be with you; anyone looks at you funny and I'll let them know where they can look.' <span>He smiles warmly.</span> <</coach>> You laugh, not doubting it. There aren't many people you could imagine disobeying Coach. <br> <br> <<you>> 'I hope for their sake, no one does look at me funny.' <span>You agree, grabbing the remaining bags to put in your locker.</span> <</you>> </div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Wear the kit|Gym 7]]>>/<<set $gymkit to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Continue to refuse|Gym 7b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/gym.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/coach.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> You follow Coach's large stature onto the gym floor. All around are sweaty bodies and metal clinking loudly on metal. No one paid you any attention, putting your nerves to rest. Coach stops at an exercise bike and pats the seat, signalling you to get on. <div class="box coach"><span style="color:#00bfff">'We're just going to start you off gently. Warm up them muscles and then move on to learning the technique of a few exercises.'</span> He says while he fiddles with the settings. <span style="color:#00bfff">'Whenever you're ready.'</span> He takes a step back, allowing you to begin.</div> You nod, determined to give it your all as you pedal the bike. Thankfully, you don't embarrass yourself by struggling at the first hurdle as you build up some speed. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/gym 2b.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box coach"><span style="color:#00bfff">'How does it feel?'</span> Coach asks.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Not bad, I could keep going like this for a while.'</span> You respond as your breath starts to deepen.</div> <div class="box coach"><span style="color:#00bfff">'Good, this is only a warm up so your only job is to get warm.'</span> He continues.</div> Your warm-up lasts about 15 minutes before Coach gets you off the bike onto a mat, where you mirror his stretches. During the process, Coach Nelson makes small talk about the weather, students returning to college and your old life in the UK. <div class="box coach"><span style="color:#00bfff">'Let's move on to something more fun!'</span> He gives you a wicked grin before leading you to a bar just above head height, held by a cage. <span style="color:#00bfff">'This here is a squat rack. We're going to start by building the largest muscles in your body, that'll tell the rest of your body to get ready for what's to come.'</span> He adjusts the supports until the bar is at your shoulder height.</div> He demonstrates the motion he wants you to follow, carefully breaking the movement into easy-to-remember sections. You watch as he shows you each part with ease. His constricted torso flexes with the motion. He then instructs you on the correct position to spot a squatter, telling you to stand right up behind and against him. If he were to struggle, you'd assist him by lifting him by his chest. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/gym 7.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Doing as he says, you practice the maneuvre with him. When he's fully down in the squat position, you feel his solid body between your legs, his large chest rising and falling with powerful breaths. You find yourself needing to actively focus on the task at hand rather than Coach's imposing body. <div class="box coach"><span style="color:#00bfff">'Think you can do that?'</span> Coach asks, snapping you out of your daze.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah, sure.'</span> You answer on auto-pilot, hoping he was referring to the exercise.</div> </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Gym 8]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/gym.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/coach.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> You take his place under the bar, carefully following his instructions on lifting the bar off the rack by extending your body. Coach rewards you with a satisfactory grunt and a slow nod. After stepping back, you begin the set, paying particular attention to your body and how it moves as instructed. You were painfully aware of how easy Coach had made it look, in contrast to how you felt. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/gym 8.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box coach"><span style="color:#00bfff">'Don't change anything you're doing just because you're tired. This is all part of it. Keep your speed; keep your focus.'</span> Coach instructs sternly.</div> He steps behind you and traces your movement down. You feel his substantial thighs brush against your hips. His body against yours makes you feel weak, and you have to remind yourself to breathe. Finishing the set, you drop the bar back on the rack, your legs burning unpleasantly. <div class="box coach"><span style="color:#00bfff">'Not too bad. Though your upper body was leaning forwards...'</span> He explains the benefits of the proper technique and what he wants you to focus on in your next set. He laughs. <span style="color:#00bfff">'This is why I needed you to be wearing compression clothing. This way, I can see every detail of your body, what you're doing wrong and what you're doing right!'</span></div> In the next set, you pay attention to the tips Coach gave you and try to move your body accordingly. Halfway through, Coach asks you to stop. The metal clanks back into the rack, and your chest heaves as you wipe away the sheen of sweat covering your forehead. <div class="box coach"><span style="color:#00bfff">'Do a few things for me?'</span> He asks.<span style="color:#00bfff"> 'Put your weight onto the balls of your feet, keep a straight back and bend forward, trying to touch your toes.'</span></div> You do so, though, when you're about a foot from being able to touch them. You're legs tighten and won't let you get any further. After a few seconds of hanging, you stand, looking at Coach expectantly.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Gym 9]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/gym.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/coach.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Relationship with Coach Nelson has increased@@</span></b></center></div><<set $coastat to $coastat +1>> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box coach"><span style="color:#00bfff">'Thought so. Your lack of flexibility is holding you back and as we increase the weight and build muscle mass, you risk injury.'</span> He pauses as he thinks. <span style="color:#00bfff">'I'm going to assign you to yoga classes. Twice a week should work. It's not surprising, until now, you've led a sedentary lifestyle, it's natural for your muscles to tighten up if they're not regularly stretched. But once you gain some length in your muscles we'll be able to add some weights and then move onto a men's bar.'</span></div> The idea that you're not even using a "men's" bar causes disappointment to pierce you. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'What do you mean a "men's bar"?'</span> You ask, hopeful that you'd jumped to a conclusion.</div> <div class="box coach"><span style="color:#00bfff">'A men's Olympic bar is heavier than a women's bar. But if the women's bar is too heavy, we can move down to a stick to help you understand the movement without the weight holding you back.</span>' He replies bluntly.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh... No...'</span> It's not the answer you wanted to hear. <span style="color:#afeeee">'The women's bar is fine.'</span></div> <div class="box coach"><span style="color:#00bfff">'Great! Back to it!'</span> He smiles warmly.</div> Continuing the session, you finish up with the squats and move on to the machines. You find yourself much more comfortable with that. Coach explains it's because there's no need to concentrate on balancing. You target specific muscles, whereas free weights force you to be able to support the weight with surrounding muscles. When you finish the session and cool down, your mind aches with the new information almost as much as your body. On your way back to the changing rooms, walking next to Coach, your muscles burn. The sensation is almost pleasant as if each step stretches and relieves the muscles. <div class="box coach"><span style="color:#00bfff">'Your first yoga session will be tomorrow morning. Check your calendar in a bit, I'll have it scheduled in now. You're going to want to wear your new kit.'</span> He says, stepping behind the front desk.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Sure thing! Thank you for today, Coach.'</span> You reply.</div> <div class="box coach">Coach laughs. <span style="color:#00bfff">'The English are just as polite as everyone says. I like that!'</span></div> </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Condo1 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You have dinner at the cafeteria before going home. Your body aches, and you get to slump on your bed. A shower is in order, but before that, you'd like to send a message to Adrian: <div class="box cpu">"Hey mate, I've made it! I started my new job! <<if $pills is 1>>I thought jetlag was going to hit me hard and I was apprehensive to start, but I feel fresh! <<else>>I've been so damn tired, painfully tired! I feel like I need to take a week just to get used to the time zone. <</if>> The work they've set me doing isn't too hard, just a kind of mundane task, which is great for my first few days! Anyways, I just wanted to update you and see how you're doing?! Missing you but I'm here and it's going great! $name"</div> You press send on your quick message and are startled by an alert message popping up on your screen: <div class="box cpu">"Emails outside the network need approval. Send request for approval?"</div> Confused, you select "yes", making a mental note to ask Abigail about it when you see her next. After a shower, you fall into bed, exhausted. You lie in the comfort of your bed and contemplate watching porn. The images from your work assignment flicker through your mind. Beautiful girls... Seductive lingerie... Cocks. You can't help it, your lust is all mixed up. With everything that you had watched, perhaps something fast paced... Something to allow yourself to expend all the lust you'd built up over the day...</div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Porn|Goon]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Something faster pace|Hypno3 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/campus shops night.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><<set $femstore to 1>> <div class="box mini-br-after">The new map installed on your phone shows you the direction of the men's clothing store. You make your way to it, your head buried in the screen. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/locations/masc store.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Nearing the store, you spot shutters covering the windows. Getting closer and peering through the window, shelves and racks are visible, though they are emptied of most of their clothing. You stand back, disappointed and thinking about what to do next. Across the street is a women's clothing store. You go to enter it and ask if a member of staff can help you. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/locations/fem store.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Good <<if $rest1 is 1>>afternoon<<else>>evening<</if>>.'</span> You say with more brightness than you felt.</div> <div class="box girl4"><span style="color:#bc6a89">'Good <<if $rest1 is 1>>afternoon<<else>>evening<</if>>, how can I help you today?'</span> A particularly tall woman responds with a polite smile.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I'm trying to buy some... Clothes. But the men's store is closed. Is there another store that I can go to?'</span></div> <div class="box girl4">She looks at you with pity. <span style="color:#bc6a89">'We don't define clothes by men's and women's. Like gender, we believe clothing runs along a scale, here you'll find more feminine clothing and the other store is more masculine. The masculine clothing stores are closed for renovations and stock changes. You should have received the notification before you arrived from your summer break.'</span></div> <div class="box you">//Summer break?//<span style="color:#afeeee"> 'I'm not a student!' </span>You announce.</div> <div class="box girl4"><span style="color:#bc6a89">'Oh?... I'm sorry. You have a youthful look.'</span> She smiles apologetically. <span style="color:#bc6a89">'Then you're welcome to look around here, we stock a wide range of clothing. If you don't find what you're looking for. You can place an order online and we have them delivered.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Thank you.'</span> You return her smile. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I'll go and have a look around.'</span></div> You spend half an hour walking around, trying to find any kind of underwear. By "range of clothing", the sales assistant had meant t-shirts and jeans that could arguably be worn by any of the genders. The closest thing to boxers you saw was an item called boy shorts. Though they seemed acceptable, the only ones available were either fully laced or lace-trimmed. <<if $rest1 isnot 1 and $rest1 isnot 0>>Halfway through your shopping experience, a notification pops up on your phone alerting you to the beginning of your gym session, hurrying you up.<</if>> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/womens store 2.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Womens store 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/fem store.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<you>> 'If I wanted to order online. How long would it be?' <span>You asked the same sales assistant.</span> <</you>> <<girl4>> 'I would expect in the region of one to two weeks. The issue with being up in the mountains away from the city.' <span>She gave a half smile.</span> <</girl4>> <<you>> 'What about the train? Couldn't I take the train into the city?' <</you>> <<girl4>> 'You could. Though you'd need to talk to your professor... Oh, excuse me... Department manager?' <span>She corrected herself.</span> <</girl4>> <<you>> 'Why?' <span>You asked, confused.</span> <</you>> <<girl4>> 'You need a pass to leave the campus.' <span>She retorted matter-of-factly.</span> <</girl4>> <<you>> <span>You stand in stunned silence.</span> 'Okay, I'll do that.' <span>You reply slowly.</span> <</you>> <<girl4>> 'Have a nice day.' <span>She dismisses you.</span> <</girl4>> You return to the boy shorts, <<if $panties is 1>> trying to judge whether they are better than your current panties. In terms of coverage, they certainly were, though their laciness had a distinct feminine characteristic. <<else>> trying to judge whether you could get away with no panties for another week. <</if>> <<if $panties is 0>> You decide something is better than nothing and purchase a pack of five with lacey trim. It had felt too risky when you were in nothing as if the threat of your trousers falling down became more likely without anything on underneath. <</if>> </div> <<if $rest1 is 0>> <<if $panties is 0>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|End day]]>>/<<set $panties to 3>>/<</button>>@@</div> <<else>> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Buy panties|End day]]>><<set $panties to 3>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Stick with what you have|End day]]>><</button>>@@</div> <</if>> <<elseif $rest1 is 1>> <<if $panties is 0>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Rest 2]]>>/<<set $panties to 3>>/<</button>>@@</div> <<else>> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Buy panties|Rest 2]]>><<set $panties to 3>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Stick with what you have|Rest 2]]>><</button>>@@</div> <</if>> <<else>> <<if $panties is 0>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Gym 1b]]>>/<<set $panties to 3>>/<</button>>@@</div> <<else>> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Buy panties|Gym 1b]]>><<set $panties to 3>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Stick with what you have|Gym 1b]]>><</button>>@@</div> <</if>> <</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/gym reception.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Nervously, you make your way to the gym, aware of how late you are. You approach an athletic girl in a tight-fitting tank top, sitting behind a desk, idly scrolling through her phone. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Hi, $name here to see Coach Nelson.'</span> You say, trying to catch her attention.</div> <div class="box girl2"><span style="color:#bf00ff">'Okay.'</span> She nods, setting her phone down and turns to her computer without looking at you. <span style="color:#bf00ff">'$name $lastname? Fill these out and Coach Nelson will be out in a minute.'</span> She hands you a clipboard with a few papers attached. <span style="color:#bf00ff">'Do you have your own kit today or will you be wanting to use ours?' </span>She looks directly at you for the first time, and you're struck by the intensity of her crystal-blue eyes.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I have... Um, I have mine. Here. I have mine here.'</span> You respond, suddenly flustered.</div> <div class="box girl2"><span style="color:#bf00ff">'That's nice.' </span>She smiles and goes back to her computer.</div> You sit on a leather couch near the entrance, the cold leather penetrating your suit's material, cooling the back of your thighs. The paperwork is all pretty basic: Name, age, authorising the gym to use your results from the medical to fill in safety checks and formulate a personalised fitness program. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/coach.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box coach"><span style="color:#1550c0">'$name $lastname?'</span> A deep voice summons you from the depths of your mind.</div> Looking up, you are confronted by a large black man with sculpted muscles pushing to escape from his tight gym clothes. The heads of his shoulders are perfectly defined, and you can see the definition of his legs beneath his skin-tight leggings. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Hi, Coach Nelson?'</span> You stand to shake his hand.</div> <div class="box coach"><span style="color:#1550c0">'You're late.'</span> He responds without returning the gesture.</div> </div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Tell him you were held up at work|Gym 2b]]>>/<<set $coachlie to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Apologise and don't give an excuse|Gym 2b]]>>/<<set $coachlie to 0>>/<</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/gym reception.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Coach Nelson added to your Relationship Tracker@@</span></b></center></div><<set $coarel to 1>><<set $coastat to 5>> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Relationship with Coach Nelson has decreased@@</span></b></center></div><<set $coastat to $coastat -1>> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><<if $coachlie is 1>><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes, I'm very sorry. I was held up at work, sorting files and other things.'</span> You lie convincingly.</div> He doesn't respond, and your breath catches in your throat. <div class="box coach"><span style="color:#1550c0">'Oh-kay, make sure it doesn't happen again.'</span> He finally answers.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'No sir, it won't.'</span></div> <div class="box coach"><span style="color:#1550c0">'Good. As for today, I'm not going to have time to run through a full session with you. You're free to use the cardio section.' </span>He turns to leave, and you're ashamed about your lie.</div> <<else>><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes sir. I'm very sorry. It won't happen again.'</span> You say sheepishly.</div> <div class="box coach"><span style="color:#1550c0">'Oh-kay. For today, I'm not going to have time to run through a full session with you. You're free to use the cardio section.'</span> He turns to leave. 'I'll see you next week.'</div> <</if>>You figure your best move is to get some cardio done to prove your diligence. Entering the changing rooms, you're greeted with the slow murmur of conversation emanating from the large room separated by lockers. Down the section, you can see a menagerie of fit bodies stripping, glistening with sweat or changing into tight-fitting gym ware. Guys and girls casually get dressed next to each other. Initially, you're shocked, though you steel yourself, trying to act as if you fit in, and this isn't your first time. You keep to yourself as you get changed, focusing on looking like you know what you're doing. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/gym 2b.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You select an exercise bike to workout on. The bike's resistance is far too hard for you, and you subtly turn it most of the way down. Despite making it easier for yourself, you spend half an hour struggling through your ride. You had intended to complete an hour, then you reduced it to forty-five minutes and half an hour as you couldn't do anymore. Your legs and bum burn as you stumble home, cursing the hill to your condo. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Condo1 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/lobby.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Exiting the lift, you walk over to Mia at the reception desk. Mia is diligently at work, focusing intently on her screen. After a second of going unnoticed, you circle around the back of the desk. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Hey Mia!'</span> You say abruptly.</div> Catching sight of her screen, you see a girl on all fours being fucked by a muscular black guy. He's wrapped her hair around his hand and is using it like a leash, pulling her head back. Her face is contorted into an expression of pure ecstasy. <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'$name!'</span> She looks startled as she moves to mash the close button.</div> The computer takes a second to process the multiple clicks of the mouse, and the software crashes, the video still playing. It changes to show a different girl, cum dripped from her pussy and mouth as she looked in a state of bliss between two hung black men. <<if $pills is 1>>Her eyes seem to peirce you, looking deep into your soul, promising an existance of pure pleasure, if only you'd join her.<<else>>Her eyes to be looking directly into yours, making it hard for you to turn away from the screen.<</if>> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/mia gym 1.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> The video disappears, showing a complicated-looking calendar instead. Mia turns to look at you, a mixture of horror and shame. Her cheeks flushed with colour. <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'It was... Fuck.'</span> She curses. <span style="color:#de5d83">'It's just our chat over lunch got me all worked up, and this was an experiment that the Institution ran a while ago and I was just rewatching the results...'</span> She trails off.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'That was an experiment?'</span> You ask.</div> <div class="box mia">She turns off her screen and puts a few items into a bag. <span style="color:#de5d83">'Yeah, I think they were taking the isolating the sensation enhancing part of ecstasy. It was tested as a pleasure drug and the reaction of the people it was used on was... I mean just wow.'</span> She takes a deep breath.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Ever taken it?'</span> You probe.</div> <div class="box mia">Mia laughs. <span style="color:#de5d83">'Hearing about Dr J. and me wasn't enough for you? You wanna hear about how I was so desperately horny, begging to feel the pleasure of a big cock being thrust into me over and over! My mind broken from the bliss?'</span> She teases as she begins to walk out of NI with you following. <span style="color:#de5d83">'Well you can't. It's not available yet. Apparently it's got a few more testing stages left before it can be approved and then I'm told I can have my turn! Any day now! How about you? Would you try it?'</span> She asks casually.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'If it's safe.'</span> You admit. <span style="color:#de5d83">'And it's not illegal or anything. But I guess why would it.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Of course it won't be illegal, you idiot!'</span> Mia giggles, infecting you with a smile. <span style="color:#de5d83">'Maybe we could give it a try together?'</span></div> <div class="box you">Her question causes your brain to stall as you try to process it. <span style="color:#de5d83">'Like, together together?'</span></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Mia gym 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'I mean maybe.'</span> She says disappointing you. <span style="color:#de5d83">'I hear that its good if you're penetrating, but its out of this world if you're being penetrated.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Lucky for you!'</span> You smile, trying to get over Mia's slip-up.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Yeah... I mean, not just me.'</span> She looks at you with a more serious look in her eye.</div> <div class="box you">It takes you a second to get what she means, but your eyes go wide when you do. <span style="color:#afeeee">'You mean, me?! Me being penetrated?!'</span> You croak.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Have you ever tried it?'</span> She continues casually.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'No! I'm a guy.' </span>You say defensively.</div> <div class="box you">Mia turns to look at you, irritated. <span style="color:#de5d83">'So? Everyone can be penetrated.'</span> She retorts, her voice bristly.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Sorry, I didn't mean it like that.'</span> You franticly backtrack. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I mean... I don't want to be... Penetrated.'</span></div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Well if you ever did get curious, I'd definitely want to be there.'</span> She continues more merrily. <span style="color:#de5d83">'I'm being serious too.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Oh, thanks Mia. I'm not sure though.'</span> You relax slightly.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'You don't have to decide now, just think about it.'</span></div> You stop as she enters a building, looking up at the entrance. You'd been too wrapped up in the conversation to wonder where she had taken you. <<if $miagym isnot 0>>Fortunately, it's the gym, exactly where you need to be. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'You're going to the gym too?'</span> You ask.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'Yeah, I go most days as long as I'm not hung over!'</span> Mia giggles.</div> Walking in, Mia points you to the reception before taking a seat on one of the comfortable-looking sofas. <<else>> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I'll see you later?'</span> You say, dismissing yourself.</div> <div class="box mia">She looks at you, confused. <span style="color:#de5d83">'Don't you have a gym session?' </span></div> <div class="box you">You avoid her eye contact sheepishly. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I do... I just need to run an errand first.' </span></div> <div class="box mia">Mia glances down at her phone, taking note of the time. <span style="color:#de5d83">'I don't think you'll have time to go. Coach was in the military. If you're not early, you're late. He says that a lot.'</span> </div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I won't be long.'</span> You begin to protest.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I'm just trying to look out for you. If you're late, then Coach will tell Ms Winters and she might tell the Doctor. You'll be in so much trouble if that happens. Trust me, you don't want to want to get in trouble in your first week.'</span> She pleads.</div> <div class="box you">You pause before giving in to her reasoning. <span style="color:#de5d83">'You're right. I guess you're right. I really don't want Ms Winters, or the Doctor, to punish me!'</span> You joke, lightening the mood.</div> <div class="box you">She doesn't laugh. <span style="color:#de5d83">'You really don't.'</span></div><</if>> </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Gym 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/private changing.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $takeit is 0>>Instead of touching the synthetic phallus again, you use the heel of your shoe to gingerly kick it back under the bench where you found it. <<else>>Your body seems to act on autopilot, not allowing any rational part of your brain to override your snap decision. The synthetic phallus gets stuffed into your bag and sealed away. You can hear your blood rushing as the adrenaline courses through you. <</if>>You sit back, contemplating your find, your mind, simultaneously rushing and sluggish. A rapid knock makes you jump out of your thoughts. Staying quiet, you hope they'll get the message and go away. No sooner had you wished that, the knock came again. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'O... Occupied!'</span> You call out.</div> The knock is more rapid this time, reacting to the confirmation of your presence. You unsteadily get to your feet and unlock the door. A cute-looking red-haired girl is standing looking at you with wide moistened eyes. Her undereyes were puffy, and the corners of them tinted red. She had been crying. The reaction you instantly feel is to comfort and care for her. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/annie.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box annie"><span style="color:#f2b3c5">'I'm so sorry to disturb you. I'm just lookin' for somethin'</span>, and I was hopin' you'd seen it?' She asks in a Southern accent. With her hands clasped together, she pushed her elbows together, making her ample cleavage bulge.</div> Instantly, your mind registers what she must be talking about, and you involuntarily raise your eyebrows. <div class="box you"><<if $takeit is 0>><span style="color:#afeeee">'It's em... Yeah, I think I might know what you're talking about.'</span> You nod awkwardly, turning to retrieve the item. A glint of relief brightens her eyes. <<elseif $takeit is 1>>You freeze as you realise where you put it. If you were to get it, you'd have to show that you'd tried to take her sex toy. Regretting telling her you knew anything about it, your mind races to try and save you. You turn to check if she's looking at you and immediately regret it. She gives you a reassuring smile, making guilt burn inside you. An idea possibly occurs to you.<</if>></div> </div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Give it back|Private rooms 2]]>>/<<set $giveitback to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Try and keep it|Private rooms 2b]]>>/<<set $giveitback to 0>>/<</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/private changing.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/annie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you">Trying to be bold, you take the toy from your bag and hand it to her with false confidence. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I was going to hand it in to reception, but I didn't want to carry it so obviously, cos... Ya'know...'</span> You give her a goofy grin.</div> <div class="box annie">She giggles, perhaps out of relief. <span style="color:#f2b3c5">'You're so smart! I bet I would'a just held it in plain sight!'</span> She tucks it under her arm, concealing it the best she can. <span style="color:#f2b3c5">'I'm Annie by'tha way. I'm sorry for almost cryin' on you!'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'You don't need to apologise! Are you doing okay?'</span> You ask sympathetically.</div> <div class="box annie"><span style="color:#f2b3c5">'Yeahh, it's just...'</span> She trails off, looking around before stepping into your changing room.</div> Not expecting her to step in, you don't back off in time, and she pushes herself against you. You get a taste of her sweet scent, like a floral candy. She closes the door behind her before continuing. <div class="box annie"><span style="color:#f2b3c5">'I um... I was punished... Spanked because I took my...'</span> She gestures down at the buttplug. <span style="color:#f2b3c5">'Toy out, without Mistress's permission. It's new and so big! I just didn't want to work out with it pushin' in me so deep!'</span> She shudders as her eyes glaze over, thinking of the sensation.</div> <div class="box you">You don't know how to respond, shocked Annie would divulge so much information. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Good thing I found it then?'</span> You unintentionally phrase it as more of a question.</div> <div class="box annie"><span style="color:#f2b3c5">'Too right! My hero!'</span> She beams. <span style="color:#f2b3c5">'You never mentioned your name?'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I'm $name.'</span> You smile.</div> <div class="box annie"><span style="color:#f2b3c5">'$name, huh? You're a freshman?'</span> She asks innocently.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh, no! I just started working at Noir Institution, in the Research branch.'</span></div> <div class="box annie">She giggles melodically. <span style="color:#f2b3c5">'Gosh, I'm so sorry. You just have such a youthful look! You're lucky, any girl would love to be like you!'</span></div> Though she had complimented you, her wording was strange. It made you feel weird. <div class="box annie"><span style="color:#f2b3c5">'Anyway, I gotta go put this thing in. I'll see you later, $name.'</span> She continues.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Bye Annie, see you later.'</span></div> </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Private rooms 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/private changing.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/annie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You watch her as she pops her head out of the door, checking if the coast is clear. The view as you stare at her heart-shaped hips is mouth-watering. <div class="box annie"><span style="color:#f2b3c5">'Darn!'</span> She curses, closing the door again. <span style="color:#f2b3c5">'All the private rooms look taken. Would it be okay with you if I just put it in here? I'll be quick, I promise!'</span> She pleads.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Can't you do it in a bathroom?'</span> You ask without thinking.</div> <div class="box annie"><span style="color:#f2b3c5">'I don't wanna just be paradin' this thing around! I'd die of embarrassment!'</span> She protests.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Okay... I can turn around if that would make you feel more comfortable?'</span> You add, not wanting to seem like a creep.</div> <div class="box annie"><span style="color:#f2b3c5">'Thank you kindly.'</span> Her eyes flutter enticingly.</div> <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/private rooms 3.webp" style="width: 495px;"></center></div> Your breaths are long and deep as you imagine Annie impaling herself on the thick butt plug. The image is brought to life as she gasps and moans, and you occasionally hear a wet noise as you picture her asshole stretching to accommodate the girthy toy. <div class="box annie"><span style="color:#f2b3c5">'It's no use.'</span> She huffs before her tone turns fearful to herself. <span style="color:#f2b3c5">'Mistress is going to punish me so bad! I thought if I got it in then at least she couldn't be rough with that. She might even forgive me just a little...'</span></div> Your resolve breaks, and you turn your body slightly, giving you a view of her out of your peripheral vision. The movement catches her attention as she suddenly calls out with an idea. <div class="box annie"><span style="color:#f2b3c5">'Could you help me!? I know this is short notice and we've just met, but I trust you. You have a kindness about you!'</span> She talks quickly, having made up her mind. <span style="color:#f2b3c5">'With an extra set of hands, I can stretch myself out and you can push it in. Please, Oh won't you help me, please?'</span> She begged.</div> </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Private rooms 4]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/private changing.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/annie naked.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You feel as if you're on a porn set, and you can't help but feel like you're taking advantage of a clearly naive girl. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'If that would be helpful.'</span> Despite your reservations, you respond far too quickly.</div> <div class="box annie"><span style="color:#f2b3c5">'Thank you! Thank you!'</span> She squeals happily. Too happily, such that it fuels your guilt.</div> A tap on your shoulder makes you jump as you weren't expecting to be touched. Annie just giggles in response. <div class="box annie"><span style="color:#f2b3c5">'How are you expecting to help if you're facing the wrong way!'</span> She chirps.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh, yeah. Right...'</span> You say as you turn to see her smiling warmly, holding the buttplug out towards you.</div> After giving you the black toy, she walks over to the bench and wiggles her hips as she works down her gym shorts and panties, revealing her plump pale butt cheeks. She rests one knee on the bench and reaches her arms around to take a cheek in each hand and pulls them apart. You swallow repeatedly to save yourself from drooling, and your breath feels ragged. <div class="box annie"><span style="color:#f2b3c5">'I just need you to push, okay!? And then, together we can get it in. I've already lubed it and myself with my spit.'</span> She says with complete innocence of the situation.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Okay.'</span> You almost whisper your response.</div> You take half a step closer and line the large buttplug up with her tight little asshole, now seeing why Annie had had so much trouble with the task. The plug looked about two, maybe three inches, thick. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Okay then.'</span> You repeated, warning her as the toy made contact with her skin.</div> She gasped, and her asshole seemed to retract for just a second before she relaxed and she gaped just slightly. Beginning the task of pushing the toy into her, her breath became shallow and irregular. You manage to make only a bit of progress before you have to start applying more pressure. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/private rooms 4.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Private rooms 5]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/private changing.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/annie naked.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box annie"><span style="color:#f2b3c5">'That's it! I can feel it going... You're doing great!'</span> She encourages you between moans.</div> You watch as the tip pushes in, and her hole widens to encompass it. Annie's back arches and her breath suddenly gets deep as she focuses through the pain. <div class="box annie"><span style="color:#f2b3c5">'Keep...go... Just a lil' more...'</span> She grunts.</div> Her asshole seems to resist being stretched anymore, and you increase the pressure to try and get it in. All at once, the resistance gives out, and you slam the thick buttplug all the way into her. Saving herself from screaming, she slaps a hand across her mouth, and you hear the muffled cries, a mixture of pain and pleasure. You watch as she shudders, her body adapting to its new companion. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/private rooms 5.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box annie">Eventually, she settles and lets out a sigh. <span style="color:#f2b3c5">'Woah...'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'You okay?'</span> You ask gently.</div> <div class="box annie">She giggles faintly. <span style="color:#f2b3c5">'Aw, bless your heart. I'm doin' just fine.'</span> She takes another moment to compose herself before she begins to redress. <span style="color:#f2b3c5">'I can't explain it. It's like... It hurts but it's also the most amazing feeling, and... Heavens to Betsy, like a world-changing experience!'</span> She exclaims.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I'll take your word for it.'</span> You respond, shocked by what you've just witnessed.</div> <div class="box annie">She laughs again, forcing a smile out of you. <span style="color:#f2b3c5">'Well, $name, it's been mighty fine to meet you! I'm sure we'll see each other again real soon.'</span> She smiles before disappearing out the door.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Bye.'</span> You say to yourself in the silence.</div> </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Gym 5]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/gym.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/coach.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<you>> 'I'm not sure.' <span>You persist.</span> 'At least for my first session, I want to be comfortable with what I wear. When I fit into these better, I'll be happy to wear them.' <span>You compromise.</span> <</you>> <<coach>> 'Hm.' <span>Coach's expression falls.</span> 'I get what you're wearing makes you feel like you're hiding your body. But, I need to see you to analyse your movement...' <</coach>> There's an awkward pause, and you feel pressure to agree with Coach. You try to stay strong, trying to ride out the silence. <br> <br> </div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Agree to wear the kit|Gym 7]]>>/<<set $gymkit to 1>><<set $gym7b to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <<if $willpower gte 6>> <div class="buttonbox"> @@.btnUI;<<button [[Continue to refuse|Gym 8b]]>>/<<set $gymkit to 0>>/<</button>>@@ </div> <<else>> <div class="buttonbox"> @@.btnUI;<button type="button" disabled data-msg="Your willpower is too low"><span style="color:#858585">Continue to refuse</span></button>@@ </div> <</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/gym.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/coach.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Relationship with Coach Nelson has decreased@@</span></b></center></div><<set $coastat to $coastat -1>> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<coach>> <span>Coach sighs.</span> 'Okay, I'll be letting Abi know about this but you're free to wear what you want.' <span>He leaves without waiting for your response.</span> <</coach>> Your mind spirals as you change into your regular gym kit. Sheepishly, you head out onto the gym floor to meet Coach. You follow his large stature onto the gym floor. All around are sweaty bodies and metal clinking loudly on metal. No one paid you any attention, putting your nerves to rest. Coach stops at an exercise bike and pats the seat, signalling you to get on. <br> <br> <<coach>> 'We're just going to start you off gently. Warm up them muscles and then move on to learning the technique of a few exercises.' <span>He says while he fiddles with the settings.</span> 'Whenever you're ready.' <span>He takes a step back, allowing you to begin.</span> <</coach>> You nod, determined to give it your all, as you begin pedalling the bike. Thankfully, you don't embarrass yourself by struggling at the first hurdle as you build up some speed. <br> <br> <<coach>> 'How does it feel?' <span>Coach asks.</span> <</coach>> <<you>> 'Not bad, I could keep going like this for a while.' <span>You respond as your breath starts to deepen.</span> <</you>> <<coach>> 'Good, this is only a warm up so your only job is to get warm.' <span>He continues.</span> <</coach>> </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Gym 9b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/gym.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/coach.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Your warm-up lasts about 15 minutes before Coach gets you off the bike, and onto a mat, where you mirror his stretches. During the process, Coach Nelson makes the usual small talk about the weather, students returning to college and your old life in the UK. He doesn't seem too engaged with your responses, as if he's just running through the motions of conversations. <div class="box coach">There's a pause as he considers what to do next. <span style="color:#00bfff">'For today, I don't want you to be doing weights. I want you to work on your base fitness.'</span> He leads you to a step-machine and instructs you to get on it while he sets it up.</div> Coach explains the machine, pointing out the safety measures and tells you about how the steps can become steeper to increase the intensity of your workout. He leaves you, set up with an hour. The workout begins gently and slowly builds until you're breathing hard and sweating. The course is set up to grow and then rapidly reduce, giving you a break each time you think you want to give up. The steps alternate between steepening and shallowing, causing your legs to burn. When you finish with the workout and the gentle workout bringing your heart rate back down, Coach joins you and guides you through stretches. He seems to have relaxed, and his frustration about your kit dissipated. He makes genuine conversation, asking about the UK and chuckling about your use of words like chips, sweets and motorway. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Condo1 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/private changing.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/annie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<you>> 'I'm... Not sure...' <span>You start, fumbling over your words.</span> 'I haven't seen anything.' <span>You follow up building your confidence in your lie.</span> <</you>> She stands stuns for a moment, a look of fear building in her eyes. Without warning she pushes past you, scouring the floor for her sex toy. <br> <br> <<if $takeit is 0>> <<annie>> <span> She spots it in plain sight and snatches it up before shooting you a dirty look. </span> 'Why would ya?...' <span>She blurts out, her voice bristling with anger and confusion.</span> <</annie>> You stand dumbly staring at her, struggling to excuse your blatant lie. <<annie>> 'I can't!... I can't even!' <span>She storms out, brandishing her butt plug in plain sight.</span> <</annie>> <<if $willpower lte 6>> You shudder as the tension dissipates, hoping that the event would have no repucutions. Consumed by your thoughts, you change into your new kit. <<else>> You think about stopping her, perhaps you can play this to your advantage. <</if>> <<elseif $takeit is 1>> <<annie>> <span>She looks up at you with panic.</span> 'It's not here... Excuse me, for my rudeness.' <span>Her tone drops.</span> <</annie>> <<you>> 'Don't worry about it. Was it important?' <span>You ask, innocence smeared over your comment.</span> <</you>> <<annie>> 'It was... I was punished, y'know. My mistress spanked me because I took it out.' <span> Her eyes cast down, but for a second you think you spot a twinkle in them. </span> <</annie>> <<you>> <span>You nod dumbly as she talks about her use of the sex toy.</span> 'That sucks, I wouldn't want it in while I work out!' <span>You say, trying to lighten the mood.</span> <</you>> <<annie>> 'Right?! It drives me crazy anyway, if I had it while I was squatting it would'a broken my mind!... Wait on sec...' <span>She trails off.</span> 'I never told you what I was missin'.' <</annie>> You stomach drops and the blood rushes from your head. <br> <br> <<annie>> 'You got it, don't you!' <span>She accuses you, before starting towards your bag.</span> <</annie>> <</if>> </div> <<if $takeit is 0>> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Let her go|Gym 5]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<if $willpower gte 8>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Stop her|Private rooms 3b]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<button type="button" disabled data-msg="Your willpower is too low"><span style="color:#858585">Stop her</span></button>@@</div> <</if>> <<else>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Don't stop her|Private rooms 3a]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<if $willpower gte 8>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Stop her|Private rooms 3b]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<button type="button" disabled data-msg="Your willpower is too low"><span style="color:#858585">Stop her</span></button>@@</div> <</if>> <</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/private changing.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/annie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div><<set $useannie to 1>><<changeWillpower 2>> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee"><<if $takeit is 1>>'I do.'<<else>>'Stop.'<</if>></span> You intercept her, a plan formulating and you try to speak with authority. <span style="color:#afeeee"><<if $takeit is 1>>'Of course you can have it back. I just am going to need to put it back in for you.'<<else>>'How dare you assume that I took it. You left it behind and you're blaming me for that. Of course, you can have it back. I just am going to need to put it back in for you.'<</if>></span></div> <div class="box annie">She looks at you, wide eyed. Her aggressive demeanour shrinking back. <span style="color:#f2b3c5">'You wanna'...'</span> Her timid expression looking so cute.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'You need to be punished, right?'</span> You say, your confidence growing as you reason with her. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I think it's only fair.'</span> </div> <div class="box annie"><span style="color:#f2b3c5">'Oh... Okay. I'm sorry, I do need'a be punished.'</span> She responds meekly.</div> You produce the buttplug from you bag and look expectantly at her. She walks over to the bench and wiggles her hips as she works down her gym shorts and panties revealing her pale plump butt cheeks. She rests one knee on the bench and reaches her arms around to taking a cheek in each hand and pulling them apart. You swallow repeatedly to save yourself from drooling, and your breath feels ragged. <div class="box annie"><span style="color:#f2b3c5">'I need to just... Loosen myself up, okay?</span>' She says in a questioning tone.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Okay.'</span> You almost whisper your response.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/private rooms 3b.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> She puts her fingers in her mouth and withdraws them soaked with her saliva. Reaching around she circles a finger around her pink asshole, while you just stare unable to contain your excitement. Annie glances at you, her cheeks flushed red before she plunges her finger inside without any resistant. As soon as her fingers enters her, her body changes. She shudders with delight and enters a second finger, using it to stretch her asshole apart. You take half a step closer and line the large buttplug up with her tight little asshole. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Okay then.'</span> You warn her as the toy made contact to her skin. </div> She gasped, and her asshole seemed to retract for just a second, before she relaxed and she gaped just slightly. Beginning the task of pushing the toy into her, her breath became shallow and irregular. You manage to make only a bit of progress before you have to start applying more pressure. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/private rooms 4.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box annie"><span style="color:#f2b3c5">'I can feel it going...'</span> She moans.</div> You watch as the tip pushes in and her hole widens to encompass it. Annie's back arches and her breath suddenly gets deep as she focuses through the pain. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Private rooms 4b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/private changing.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/annie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div><<set $useannie to 0>> <div class="box mini-br-after">You feel frozen in place as she reaches you bag and pull out the sex toy. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#f2b3c5">'You tried to take my toy!'</span> She complains. <span style="color:#f2b3c5">'Why would ya?'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I wasn't trying... I was... I was going to give it to the front desk.'</span> You lie feebly.</div> <div class="box annie"><span style="color:#f2b3c5">'What you try'na load?'</span> She asks. <span style="color:#f2b3c5">'I'll tell Mistress about this, she won't be happy.'</span> She says before storming out, brandishing the buttplug.</div> The world feels like its swimming. //What had you been thinking?// You berate yourself. In a daze you continue getting changed, trying to push the shameful memory from your mind. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Gym 5]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/private changing.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/annie.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box annie"><span style="color:#f2b3c5">'Keep...go... Just a lil' more...'</span> She grunts.</div> Her asshole seems to resist being stretched anymore and you increase the pressure to try and get it in. All at once, the resistance gives out and you slam the thick buttplug all the way into her. To save herself from screaming she slaps a hand across her mouth and you hear the muffled cries, a mixture of pain and pleasure. You watch as she shudders, her body adapting to it's new companion. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/private rooms 5.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box annie">Eventually she settles and lets out a sigh. <span style="color:#f2b3c5">'Woah...'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'You okay?'</span> You ask gently.</div> <div class="box annie">She giggles faintly. <span style="color:#f2b3c5">'I'm doin' just fine.'</span> She takes another moment to compose herself before she begins to redress. <span style="color:#f2b3c5">'I can't explain it. It's like... It hurts but it's also the most amazing feeling, and... Heavens to Betsy, like a world changing experience!'</span> She exclaims, her demeanour completely changed.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I'll take your word for it.'</span> You respond, shocked from what you'd just witnessed.</div> <div class="box annie">She laughs again, forcing a smile out of you. <span style="color:#f2b3c5">'Well, Thank you.'</span> She sighs, calming down. <span style="color:#f2b3c5">'Can I... Go now?'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah.'</span> You respond casually, trying to comprehend the scene you'd just witnessed.</div> She slips out wordlessly, walking a little more uncomfortably with the thick toy shoved up into her. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Gym 5]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/changing.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia gym.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'I'm impressed. Even after I gave you permission you still managed to not to look at me! You spoilt the fun!' </span>She giggles, now dressed in crop top and tight fitting yoga pants that clung to the curves of her ass.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I...'</span> A lump forms in your throat as you struggle to find the words. //Why hadn't you looked? You now had to resort to just imagining the treasures being squashed by Mia's sports bra.// <span style="color:#afeeee">'I didn't want you to feel objectified.' </span>You say, calming yourself.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">'A real British gentleman! Well, mission achieved, but I kind of hoped you would. I'll make it up to you another time!'</span> She grins. <span style="color:#de5d83">'Okay, I'm off! Have a great session with Coach, and tell him I said "Hi!"'</span> She leaves you standing in stunned silence.</div> You adorn your gym outfit: baggy tracksuit bottoms and a sports polo shirt. After a second, to figure out how to unlock the locker system using your wristband, you join Coach in the reception area.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Gym 5]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><<set $goon to 1>> <div class="box mini-br-after">Horniness gets the better of you, and you decide to watch some porn. You load up a porn site, looking for something that piques your interest. Instantly you're overwhelmed by the number of thumbnails displaying beautiful girls being fucked. Your exposure to all the images you'd seen throughout the day still flashes through your mind, adding to the barrage you're facing now. Your erection is already standing to attention, conditioned by your day's work. Saving yourself from your sensory overload, you click a video and are greeted by a girl submissively on all fours, focused on a big cock. You watch as she sucks on his cock, taking it over and over into her mouth. Saliva and precum glisten of his shaft, as you watch her diligently bobbing her head. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/goon 1.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Your body quickly comes up to climax, but you control yourself. Not wanting the pleasure to end so soon, you choose another video, allowing yourself to calm down in the lull between the videos. You click to skip over the scene set-up and get straight to the good stuff. This time, a girl is held up as a man beneath her mercilessly rams his cock into her ass, stretching her asshole with each thrust. You watch as she looses her mind, overcome with the ecstasy of having his cock rammed into her. Her moans mix with the slaps of their skin and his balls smacking her pussy with each thrust. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/goon 1 2.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Goon 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><<set $hypno3 to 1>> <div class="box mini-br-after">Horniness gets the better of you, and you decide to watch some porn. You load up a porn site, looking for something that piques your interest. Instantly you're overwhelmed by the number of thumbnails displaying beautiful girls being fucked. Your exposure to all the images you'd seen throughout the day still flashes through your mind, adding to the barrage you're facing now. Your erection is already standing to attention, conditioned by your day's work. You click a thumbnail with a beautiful-looking girl, the perfect mix of breathtakingly sexy and innocent looking. The scene shows her seductively sucking on a man's finger, teasing her abilities. Her eyes are trained on the man's, showing him her full attention. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 4/3.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> You're eager for the scene to play out, but it cuts to the same girl now on her knees with another man's dick in her mouth. She lovingly slurps on his cock, bobbing her head up and down, savouring the size of the man's cock in her mouth. You touch your aching penis, and instantly your body tenses with the pleasure washing over you. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/5.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> The clip abruptly changes, and now you're watching the girl sucking another guy's cock, fresh from her friend's ass. Your eyes go wide as the guy shifts over and pushes his cock into her asshole. She gasps as her tight hole is forced to stretch to accommodate the girth of his cock. The man pushes deeper into her until he's pressed against her plump ass. Not letting her acclimatise to the violation, he begins fucking her, each time her ass ripples with the force of his penetration. Watching the scene, you're desperately close to cumming, but you hold off for as long as you can. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 4/1.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Hypno3 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">This time, only a few pumps bring you to the edge, and you have to force yourself to release your dick so that you're not cut short again. You use another break between changing videos to cool yourself off again. You're torn between your desperation to finally cum and to indulge in the pleasure long enough to satisfy your horniness of the day. The next video, you watch a black cock slamming furiously into a beautiful girl as she tries desperately to keep her composure. Your body burns with desire watching him use her as little more than a cock-sleeve, thrusting into her and pulling her body into him fast and hard. Her eyes roll and as she tries to talk dirty her words come out as unintelligible moans. Though she looks like a total mess, ragged from being used so roughly, you can't deny the adoration in her eyes. <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/goon 2.webp" style="width: 495px;"></center></div> This time you're only able to grip your dick and periodically squeeze to keep yourself from instantly cumming. You continue to watch video after video, the images and clips spinning around your mind, warping your perception of time, catching you in a loop you seem powerless to break from. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/goon 2 2.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Eventually, you give yourself permission to cum. Your toes curl, and your body tenses as your single biggest orgasm ferociously burns its way through you, leaving you spent and sleep quickly envelopes you. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/goon 2 2.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Office2 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box mini-br-after">Hey everyone, thank you for reading my little story! I've take got a new job that doesn't really give me time to write properly. I had hoped to write this game full-time, but it didn't really work out. So, I'm now just writing as a hobby. If the game does happen to take off, I will gear my work to be able to work part-time on both. But until then, I've simply added my paypal link as means of a little pocket money (if you think the game is worth it (●'◡'●) paypal.com/paypalme/Asherolivedtd <span style="color:#afeeee">Once again a massive thank you to my Patreon's who have continued to support me and this little game. To Dolman2016, to who I think I owe the continuation of this game to. And to Lady Alexa, who has worked so hard to optimise and streamline the game.</span> Love you all lots! Ashleigh x</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <<changeWillpower -2>> <div class="box mini-br-after">The screen suddenly goes black, and you're left awkwardly jacking your dick to nothing. You slow to a stop, the building pressure of your orgasm slowly fading. <div class="box hypno">Words appear on the dark screen: <center><b><span style="color:#DEB2E6">Keep watching and cum</span></b></center></div> <div class="box hypno"><center><b><span style="color:#DEB2E6">This could be you</span></b></center></div> The first scene comes back on, and you mindlessly get back to masturbating. The girl is bent over and being fucked in the ass. She squeals with delight as her slutty hole is filled over and over. You cum. Every muscle in your body seems to simultaneously contract, and your dick feels amazing. The guy lifts one of the girl's legs, and your eye is drawn to a dick between her legs. It's too late for you to stop touching yourself; your climax has already begun. If you were to just stop, you fear that you'd cum anyway. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 4/4.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div></div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Keep going|Hypno3 3]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Stop yourself|Deny 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/abigails office 2.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><<set $deny1 to 0>> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box hypno"><span style="color:#DEB2E6">This could be you</span></div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/6.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> The clip moves onto the second clip, and now the girl is on all fours being fucked from behind. Her face is a picture of pure ecstasy. And, again, your eye is drawn to the dick between her legs. Before you can stop yourself, you've compared the size of your penis to hers. You barely have time to comprehend your disappointment as your orgasm cresses. <div class="box hypno"><span style="color:#DEB2E6">You want this to be you</span></div> <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 4/1.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> The scene changes again, and you see the same girl with her friend. Only this time, you see that her friend also has a dick. As the first girl sucks on the guy's cock her friend shoves her cock into the girl's ass. You're body jolts, time after time, as your orgasm tears through you. The clip is breathtaking, and you can't help but keep your eyes trained on the screen. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 4/2b.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> As your climax subsides and weariness begins, you watch as the man cums into the eager mouths of the two girls. One of them greedily takes it into her mouth before sharing it with her friend. She kisses her, exchanging the fluid back and forth, letting it drip onto their hot bodies, trickling between their breasts... Over both of their dicks. You close the video.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Condo1 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/abigails office 2.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You just sit. Staring at the black screen, contemplating all that you'd just seen. You couldn't deny how turned on you had been, but you weren't attracted to trans girls, //were you?// Despite the come down of your post-orgasm high, what you had seen had turned you on more that you want to admit. In the strange quiet, you set your laptop to one side, and settle into bed<<if $deny1 is 1>>, your lust not satiated.<<else>>, sleep quickly overcoming you.<</if>></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Office2 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/abigails office 2.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <<changeWillpower 2>> <div class="box mini-br-after">You let go. The willpower you have to exert is almost too much for you, but you do so. As you had suspected, it was too late for your body; you'd started to orgasm without your mind's consent. As the pitiful climax plays out, the porn continues. <div class="box hypno"><span style="color:#DEB2E6">This could be you</span></div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/6.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> The clip moves onto the second clip, and now the girl is on all fours being fucked from behind. Her face is a picture of pure ecstasy. And, again, your eye is drawn to the dick between her legs. Before you can stop yourself, you've compared the size of your spurting penis to hers. <div class="box hypno"><span style="color:#DEB2E6">You want this to be you</span></div> <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 4/1.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> The scene changes again, and you see the same girl with her friend. Only this time, you see that her friend also has a dick. As the first girl sucks on the guy's cock her friend shoves her cock into the girl's ass. You shut down the video, and you're left in the deafening silence of your bedroom.</div><<set $deny1 to 1>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Condo1 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/delmarva.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $gymkit is 1>>You wake up earlier than you normally would, to make time to get to the yoga class Coach had signed you up for. It was another beautiful day, though the crisp morning chilled any exposed skin. Thankfully, once you enter the gym, you're greeted with a rush of warm air, allowing you to remove your coat before entering the changing room. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/yoga studio.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You're thankful you're not the only guy in the yoga class, though the room is still predominantly women. The men are also wearing skin-tight clothing, though you don't fail to notice how much better they look in them. The class lasts for about an hour, and you follow the best you can despite not being able to perform as well as the other members of the class. On your way up to Noir Institution, you're surprised at how good your body feels. The stretches seemed to have really loosened you up, considering your worry about aching after Coach's workout.<<else>>You wake up a little later than usual, and have to rush to get to work on time. Despite having slept well, you feel a bit sluggish: you shake it off in the shower and hurry up to work.<</if>></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Office2 1a]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/medical room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/reyamov.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">At the office, you knock on the door, and Tanya's voice responds. <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'Ah, $name sweety, what seems to be the problem?'</span> She asked while you walked into her meticulously clean office.</div> <<if $willpower gte 2>><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee"> 'Sorry to bother you, I am feeling a bit weak this morning. I was able to work, but now I am also lightheaded and... well... very pale.'</span> You say, trying to concisely convey the main symptoms to the doctor.</div> <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'Indeed you are.' </span> She said looking up.</div><<else>><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'W-well... I...'</span> You stammered a bit, trying to formulate a concise.</div> <div class="box tanya">Sensing your hesitation, Tanya looked up. <span style="color:#856bd1">'Oh, I see... You said you were also feeling weak?'</span></div> You nod in reply. <</if>> <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'Take your shirt off and sit on the bed.'</span> Pointing you to the medical bed while grabbing her tablet.</div> She tapped on it a few times, and immediately you feel your wristband tightening. <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'Don't worry, I am using the wristband to run a few tests. Any dizziness? Nausea?'</span> Said the doctor in a clinical tone.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'A bit of dizziness, no nausea.'</span> You reply while putting away his shirt.</div> At this point, the wristband had kept tightening and was cutting circulation from your hand. She had moved quite close to you, and you couldn't help but admire her refined features and flawless makeup.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Medical2 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/medical room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/reyamov.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">A *beep* sound from the tablet brought you back to Earth as the wristband released its grip and blood began to come back to your hand. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/medical2 2.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'Hmm, as I thought.'</span> Tanya started, and got even closer, looking you straight in the eyes. Suddenly, she turned on the torch from a small pen and took your chin in her hand. <span style="color:#856bd1"> 'Hold still for just a second.'</span> She said, moving the pen slightly and moving closer while pointing the light directly into your eyes.</div> <div class="box tanya">The light was so bright it was almost painful to look at her. You were about to say something when she turned off the light and gave you a little smile of encouragement. <span style="color:#856bd1">'Hm, there's a bit of photo-sensitivity, yes?'</span> She explained while putting the tablet on the bed.</div> Glancing at it, you read the numbers 80/40. <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'Well, there's definitely low blood pressure, I am going to give you something for that. I'll do a few more checks to make sure there isn't anything else.'</span></div> Tanya went to her table, grabbed a small plastic container and poured its contents into a glass that she filled at the water cooler. Meanwhile, you had the time to get your dazzled eyes working again. <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1"> 'Drink this, it should make you feel better.'</span> Said Tanya.</div> The drink was clear and looked just like water, but when you drank it, it left a rather unpleasant aftertaste on your tongue. <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'Yes, it is a bit bitter I think.'</span> Tanya continued with a smile when she noticed your grimace. <span style="color:#856bd1">'Now, long steady breaths, inhale through the nose.'</span> She commanded again while getting close and once again towering over you.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Medical2 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/medical room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/reyamov.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">She put on her stethoscope and started listening to your breathing, holding the instrument with her right hand. Her left hand was moving around your chest, tapping it slightly in different places. You start to feel better and now can smell her perfume while the doctor's gentle fingertips give you goosebumps every time they brush against your chest. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/medical2 3 2.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Suddenly, Tanya's left thumb caressed your nipple<<if $pills is 1>>, sending a jolt of pleasure throughout your body. A slight moan escapes your lips, and you instinctively try to move away.<<else>>, you're taken back by the intimacy, your body tensing slightly as you instinctively try to move away.<</if>> <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'Sit still, I am almost done.'</span> Said the doctor sternly, her tone probably exacerbated by the stethoscope in her ears. <<if $femstore isnot 1>><span style="color:#856bd1">'I see you have been to the gym. Keep it up, I can already hear the difference.'</span> She added, in a more relaxed tone while putting away the stethoscope.<<else>>After a moment, she gives a curt nod, before putting the stethoscope away.<</if>></div> Meanwhile, her left hand went back to touching your torso, with her thumb still touching your right nipple, which was getting stiff from the attention. <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'Did you hurt your head in the last few days?'</span> She asked nonchalantly, her cool hand briefly examining your forehead and then slipping around the back of your neck, drawing you closer.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/medical2 3a.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'N-no... At least I don't think so.'</span> You respond hesitantly, still distracted by the physical contact.</div> <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'Hm. Then I will check, just to be sure.' </span> She said, moving even closer. </div> Her right hand started going through your scalp, looking for bruises or swelling. While her left hand kept caressing your right pectoral, her thumb still running small circles around the areola<<if $pills is 1>>, by now extremely sensitive from the stimulation<</if>>.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Medical2 4]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/medical room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/reyamov.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/medical2 4 1.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> At this point, you could feel her breath on your forehead and in the silence of her office, you could hear your own heartbeat drumming faster. Your eyes are drawn to the doctor's breasts that are now a few inches from your face, unbearably close and yet frustratingly out of reach under her lab coat. Still, being this close was a mesmerizing view, rising and falling with her breathing as she meticulously analysed your scalp. They seemed to jiggle slightly with each of her movements, moving tantalisingly closer to your face. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/medical2 3.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <<if $pills is 1>>Another small moan escapes your lips as you feel more and more aroused. Both your nipples felt on fire as they reacted to every movement from the doctor's expertly light touches.<<else>> The touches around your nipples felt a little odd and slightly distracted from your arousal.<</if>> You were about to say something when the doctor stepped back, freeing you from her light yet alluring embrace. <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'Your head's all good. No sign of concern.'</span> She looks at you, pauses and her lips curve into an amused smile. <span style="color:#856bd1">'Well, I was about to test your reflexes, but I believe they're fine.'</span></div> You follow her gaze, and you're mortified to see that she's spotted the firmness of your crotch as your dick tries to fill out the small space. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I-I am so sorry doctor, please, I didn't mean...'</span> You stammered while lowering your gaze, your cheeks burning with shame.</div> <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'It's all right, don't worry, it's an expected physiological reaction.'</span> Said the doctor with a fluttering giggle, immediately making it clear she was not offended or taken aback by his reaction.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Still, I really shouldn't...'</span> You continue, still horrified.</div> <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'Hush now. I know you British like to say sorry but there really is no need. It's also a sign that the medication I just gave you is already working its magic.'</span> She added while typing a few things on her tablet. As you regain the courage to look up at her once more, she spoke again <span style="color:#856bd1">'And would you look at that, some colour is already coming back to your cheeks!'</span>. She punctuated the slightly mocking words with a radiant smile.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Medical2 5]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/medical room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/reyamov.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">She gave you a nod, allowing you to get dressed and took a few notes while you were getting ready. Thankfully, between the shame and awkwardness, the traitorous erection had quickly subsided.<<if $pills is 1>> Still, the increased sensitivity of your nipples remained for a while, as they were rubbing against your shirt.<</if>> <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'As far as I can tell, the low blood pressure seems the only concern.'</span> She started with the solemn tone of a judge reading the verdict. <span style="color:#856bd1">'It might have been expected with such a journey as you've just done, and the many changes going on in your life. You just moved here, started a new life, a new more balanced diet...'</span> She paused for a moment, then gave you a serious look <span style="color:#856bd1">'It's normal for our body to react to changes in this matter, especially if there is a genetic predisposition, which is very common. The new diet, the morning pills and the gym will show their benefits in time, you must be patient. You did well coming to me today, and please do not hesitate to do that in the future. After all, it's my job to ensure you keep in good health.'</span> She concluded.</div> She had spoken in a relaxed tone, maintaining eye contact to make sure you understood her words. <div class="box tanya"><span style="color:#856bd1">'Anyway, about today, I recommend avoiding physical efforts and a lenghty lunch... Oh, and no alcohol until eight in the evening. I have slightly increased your calorie intake just for today to allow you to recuperate.'</span> Tanya continued with her instructions. At this point, she pauses, as if struggling with a decision. Finally, she spoke again: <span style="color:#856bd1">'I would say take the afternoon off. However, you are already feeling better and you have an office job where you can sit down and, if needed, take a break. So, it's your call: if you want to keep working, you have my permission, otherwise, if you don't feel like it, I'll let you take the afternoon off. I will send an email to Abigail either way, to let her know.'</span></div> On your way out of the medical centre, you consider your options. You definitely felt better; the general weakness you'd felt all morning was a mere discomfort. On one hand, an afternoon off sounded very appealing, a break to recover from the jet lag<<if $panties is 1 or $panties is 0>>, perhaps you could use the time to go and find underwear<</if>>. On the other hand, you had a job to do, not to mention an opportunity to make a good impression.</div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Go back to work|Office2 2]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Take a rest day|Rest 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/delmarva.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You message Zoey, letting her know Dr Tanya's response and that you're on your way back. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Lunch?' </span>You propose.</div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'I think I'm just going to eat here today. Actually, there's a kiosk on floor 2 of Distribution, mind picking me up a salmon Buddha bowl? I'll put the order in now, you just have to pick it up.'</span></div> Feeling the guilt of Zoey working hard while you had a half day, you were eager to make this small gesture. The kiosk wasn't hard to find, though getting to it late meant a bit of a line had built up, mainly comprising of men in sleek suits.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Office2 2a]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/park.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">After texting Zoey that you're not returning to work, you decide to get some sunlight and fresh air by walking around the campus. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/rest 1.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Walking past a park, you see a group of girls playing an intense volleyball game. You watch their ball control as each team passes between themselves before executing an attack. Most of the girls are wearing tight-fitting short shorts, clearly exposing the crease between their butt and thighs, and sports bras, squeezing their breasts out. A pair of girls perform an amazing set and spike, scattering their opponent's defence and bouncing the ball hard off the ground. Their team celebrated, and as the two girls turned, <<if $takeit is 1 or $takeit is 0>>you recognise the Spiker as Annie from the day before, and wonder if you should make yourself known.<<else>>one of the girls is cute, about your height, with red hair, petit features, and freckles lightly speckling her nose.<</if>> The woman next to her is taller, with tanned skin and dark features.<<if $zoeylunch is 1>>It takes a minute for you to recall where you'd seen them before, but it dawns on you that they were the pair you'd seen making out on the bench on the way to Cafe Leo.<</if>> Her athletic build and defined visage look as though she were carved from stone. Her allure seemed to tread the line between alluring and intimidating. She reaches out and spanks <<if $takeit is 1 or $takeit is 0>>Annie<<else>>the redhead<</if>>, her bubble butt rippling from the impact. She yelps and looks up at the dark-haired girl with wide-eyed lust. The dark-haired woman just smirked and got ready for the next point. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 4/rest 1.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> You can't help but fantasise about what you'd just seen, imagining the two women tangled together. Their bodies being caressed by the other. They gasp as they lose their minds to pleasure. The brunette lady catches your eye as you stare, her dark eyes looking right into your mind. Feeling embarrassment over your thoughts, you turn to leave, as if she could tell what you were thinking. The look in her eyes, sticks with you. You couldn't tell if she was amused, angry or perhaps she just happened to look in your direction.</div> <<if ($panties is 1 or $panties is 0) and $femstore isnot 1>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Womens store 2]]>>/<<set $rest1 to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Rest 2]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/hottub.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">When you return to the safety of your condo, the sense that you're going to collapse with exhaustion makes you sway and you can't help but think coming back was a bad idea. You fall on your bed, fighting with your body against its urge to fall asleep. To combat the sensation, you decide you need to do something and wearily get up, intending to try out the hot tub. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/rest 2.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> After grabbing a towel and putting on a far too-baggy pair of swimming shorts, you stumble out into the cold air on your balcony. Setting the temperature of the hot tub, you sit for a few minutes watching the heat display rapidly increase. You tentatively dip yourself in the steaming water, instantly feeling the rejuvenating warmth seep into your body. The city in the distance seems to glow in the warm sunlight, creating a tranquil scene and relaxing your mind. You shift your position and glance over the side so that you can view the balcony on the ground floor of the next building. What you see makes your eyes go wide, and after a moment you have to remind yourself to breathe. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/rest 2.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> A man is sitting on a deck chair with his dress gown draped open, exposing his naked body. A blonde girl in a French maid's outfit is knelt between his legs, bobbing her head up and down on his crotch. Your mouth goes wet as you watch the passion she puts into sucking the man's cock. He's on his phone, not paying her any attention, idly scrolling and sipping on a hot drink on the table next to him. You can see her stockings carelessly discarded across the deck, and her panties are shifted to one side, exposing a large gemmed buttplug. The red gem sparkles in the sunlight as her perfectly round ass bounces up and down.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Rest 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/zoeys office.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">On your way into the office, you spot Nicki neatening her uniform and pushing her tits up, creating an enticing cleavage before she disappears into Dr Jamerson's office. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Hey, I got your food.' </span>You present the food as you enter Zoey's office. <span style="color:#afeeee">'They gave me two other meals though.'</span></div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Great! I asked Dr Jamerson and Nicki if they wanted anything. Mind taking their meals through to them?'</span> She says, hardly taking her focus off her laptop.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Sure!'</span></div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Thanks, $name.'</span></div> Carrying the bag with the remaining meals to Nicki's desk, she hasn't returned, so you knock on Dr Jamerson's door where you hope to find both of them. The prospect of being in his presence spikes your anxiety, fearing his stern glare, and critical manner.<<if $willpower gte 6>> He should be expecting lunch, but you aren't sure if something came up and he was now too busy, so you think about what to do. You resolve to knock on the door and let your presence known; at most, he will tell you to come back later.<</if>></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Office2 4]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/jamersons office.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/jamerson.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90A4AE">'Ah, $lastname, come in.'</span> He replys.</div> You go into his spacious office. Jamerson is sitting at his large oak desk, typing on his computer. You look around, but Nicki isn't anywhere to be seen. <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90A4AE">'You can leave lunch there.'</span> He points to a side table. As you put down the food, he gives you an inquisitive look. <span style="color:#90A4AE">'While you're here, let's talk for a moment.'</span> He says while shifting his legs behind his desk and motioning you to sit down. <span style="color:#90A4AE">'So, $name $lastname, I hope you are adjusting to life in Delvarma.'</span> He says while continuing to type.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I am very happy to be here Sir, it's been truly wonderful. I am ready to do my best for Noir Institution.'</span> You say with true conviction.</div> <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90A4AE">'Good to hear.'</span> Dr Jamerson nods, a smile on his face. <span style="color:#90A4AE">'I'm guessing this is a step up from your previous occupation?'</span> He asks, in a laid-back, curious tone, as you hear him stretching his legs under his desk. You are slightly taken aback by the question, but you are also strangely happy for his interest in your past.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'W-well, infinitely Sir, there's no comparison'</span> you say hesitantly. Then you keep going <span style="color:#afeeee">'Before Ms Winters hired me, I was assistant manager... at a supermarket.'</span> You add with a timid smile.</div> <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90A4AE">'Yes, I can see why you would be happier here.'</span> Replied Jamerson in an almost comforting tone. He sighed briefly, relaxing in his chair.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Office2 6]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/hottub.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">The man sets his phone down and gives the girl the notice she craves. He takes her head and controls the rhythm, slowing her down, letting her savour the cock pushing down, pressing against her throat. Slowly he pushes her down, his cock bulging in her throat until her nose is pressed against his abs. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 4/rest 3.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> She looks up at him, her eyes welling up as he looks down at her indifferently. He starts to slowly pump his hips, fucking her throat. Tears streak from her eyes, and he finally lets her up. She gasps for air and grins with a girlish enthusiasm. Not giving her much recovery time, he forces her back down more roughly than before. You hear her gag, as his meat is rammed down her throat again, her eyes opening wide with the shock. With his dick still down her throat, he shifts and begins to thrust his hips, using her pretty mouth as his toy. Each time you see his shaft briefly emerge from her mouth, it shines with saliva. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/rest 3.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> He releases her, and she comes up breathing hard, ignoring the tendril of glistening spitel still connecting her to his cock. She unsteadily stands, having to steady herself on her black stilettos. You watch as she pulls on the plug in her ass. There's a pause as her asshole stretches, trying to let the thick buttplug out. With a pop, it suddenly frees itself, and she shudders with pleasure. Without hesitation, she positions herself over his dick and guides it into her gaping asshole. The man grabs her wrists and uses them to pull her all the way down so that her smooth peach is squashed against his lap. She arches her back, her mouth agape in a silent scream. You can see the blush in her cheeks and the glazed look in her eyes as her mind is lost to the sensation of having her ass properly filled.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Rest 5]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/hottub.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Your chest feels tight as your arousal makes your breath short, watching the erotic scene below you. The maid starts audibly moaning when she starts bouncing up and down on the guy's lap. The slap of their skin connecting pierced the otherwise tranquil atmosphere. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 4/rest 4.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> She looks as if she's in blissful paradise, not tiring of her pace ramming the cock up her own ass. The guy smacks her round ass, causing her to squeal with delight. He continues his abuses of her tender butt, and she jolts each time, her unfocused eyes betraying her obvious delight. You watch the two of them, the unyielding scene seeming to go on and on, with an impressive feat of stamina. He takes her by the wrist again, using them to pull her deeper onto his cock. He groans, and his body tenses and releases over and over as he cums deep inside her tight asshole. She stands and instantly falls onto her hands and knees, trembling with an orgasm of her own. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/rest 4.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> He casually picks up the plug and forcefully rams it back into its rightful place. You hear her squeal once more, barely having time to recover from his cock being in her. The man leans back into his chair expectantly, and the girl instantly responds by crawling to him, taking his cock in her mouth, and cleaning him with renewed vigour. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/rest 5.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> She licks the length of his cock with her tongue eagerly outstretched, removing any traces of cum. Gently, she takes his tip in her mouth, expertly swirling her tongue around, making sure to polish off any last drips. Silently she stands, picking up her stockings, sexily bending at the waist, displaying the sparkling buttplug high in the air. The guy simply returned to his phone, taking another sip of his drink, unphased by the ordeal. Grabbing your towel, you hastily scurry upstairs to relieve yourself. You strip off your shorts and jump onto your bed, opening your laptop. You spend a minute figuring out what kind of porn you want to watch, the scene you'd just witnessed repeating in your mind.</div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Anal porn|Rest 6b]]>>/<<set $rest5 to 0>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Maid porn|Rest 6]]>>/<<set $rest5 to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You load up any porn with a French maid. You watch as a brunette in a maid outfit fingers herself on a kitchen counter with eager speed. Your mind flashes back to the scene you just witnessed and you're unable to wait for any story to build, instead skipping forward as she tastes a mans cock, her eyes lighting up with joy. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/rest 6a.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You reach to your dick as she moans and you can't help but mirror her, releasing a moan of your own as sensation rushes through you. The maid greedily sucks on the mans cock as you begin to stroke yourself, quick and rough. His cock throbs veins bulging while she bobs her head, saliva running from her chin. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/rest 7a 2.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Rest 7a]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/livingroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/alexa.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box alexa"><span style="color:#f05682">'Allo?' </span>She asks after a moment of your silence.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes, hi! My name is $name!'</span> You introduce yourself lamely. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I don't mind you cleaning now if you want.'</span></div> <div class="box alexa"><span style="color:#f05682">'Perfecté!'</span> She beams cutely.<span style="color:#f05682"> 'I will stay out of your way, okay?'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Sure...'</span> You say, having to force yourself not to stare. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Would... You like some help?'</span></div> <div class="box alexa"><span style="color:#f05682">'Non, thank you. You need to only relax!'</span> She giggles, beginning her job.</div> You awkwardly sit on the sofa, pretending to watch TV, painfully aware of the girl who you'd just watched being fucked out of her mind. She spends the next hour provoking your erotic subconscious. Reaching up so the hem of her dress lifts tantalisingly, allowing you glimpses of more of her. Bending over, folding at the hips revealing her curvaceous thighs, panties, and you know, a thick buttplug as well. To your credit, you avoid staring the entire time, though she seems to test the limits of your restraint. Fortunately, she doesn't notice or even care that your perverted eyes are scanning her body. <div class="box alexa">She returns from cleaning your room and the bathroom before dismissing herself. <span style="color:#f05682">'Au revoir, $name. You have lots of fun, okay? Until we meet again.'</span> She says as she shuts the door behind herself.</div> You sit in stunned silence, the drone of the TV seeming distant as you try to process what had just happened. Unsteadily, you get to your feet.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Rest 8]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/livingroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You skip up the stairs, and in horror, you see your laptop left open on your bedside table next to a pristine bed. Aléx didn't just see it; she moved it, giving her a clear view of the screen still playing porn, the scene just finishing with the guy cumming. Had she paused it for you and started it again before she left? <<if $rest5 is 0>><div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 4/rest 11b.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div><<else>><div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/rest 11a.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div><</if>> Get closer, you see, next to your laptop is a <<if $rest5 is 0>>thick buttplug you recognise as the same one you'd seen shoved inside Aléx. It's still wet and you notice a prominent red lipstick kiss on the tip, the same shade Aléx had been wearing. With your fingernail you nudge the sex toy into your bedside table draw, closing it as if it being out of sight would erase its existence.<<else>>white buisness card with the name "Aléxa Laurent - Cleaning Services" in gold. Next to the name is a handwritten note: "Join me next time? x" with a prominent red lipstick kiss beside it. Your mind reeles as you look at the note, coming to the conclusion that she must have spotted you, or guessed, you had seen her on the balcony. You sweep the card into your bedside table draw, closing it as if it would remove the humiliation you feel at being caught peeping.<</if>> You're not sure what to think; whether to be mortified or try to put the incident out of your mind. A text startles you out of your daze, it's from Zoey: <div class="box cpu"><span style="color:#e50666">'$name! Hey! I meant to tell you earlier. There's a party on Friday. I was just wondering if you wanted to go together? It should be fun. Xxx'</span></div> You instantly respond, gracious for the distraction: <div class="box cpu"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I'd love to! Thanks for the invite!'</span></div> You debate about whether you should have put a kiss at the end of your message. <div class="box cpu"><span style="color:#e50666">'Yay! Why don't I come to yours at like 9? And we'll walk together? Xxx'</span></div> <div class="box cpu"><span style="color:#afeeee">'That works for me!'</span></div> <div class="box cpu"><span style="color:#e50666"> 'Amazingggg ;) xx' After a few seconds, you get another message. 'I'll bring two or three outfits. It's way more fun if we get ready together. Plus I can help you choose too! Xxx'</span></div> </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi Invite]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/distrabution offices.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/oli.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Sounds like I got the job you were meant to have. I hope it's not an issue.'</span></div> <div class="box oli"><span style="color:#bcafee">'Omg not at all! I like it where I am! It's fun, and the guys are really accepting, so yeah!'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Really? I met two guys from Distribution on my first day and they were kinda...'</span> You trail off, hoping Oli will fill in your meaning, but he just smiles expectantly. <span style="color:#afeeee">'... Something.'</span></div> <div class="box oli">Oli laughs cutely. <span style="color:#bcafee">'They really are "something"! I think you just need to get to know them, I was so nervous on my first day, but they weren't as scary as they looked. How are you liking Research?'</span></div> <div class="box you">You think back to the work you've done so far. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Well, I'm in the office so I haven't met too many people, but Zoey is lovely and my work is... Kinda... Interesting. I'm just excited to be here.'</span></div> <div class="box oli"><span style="color:#bcafee">'Omg me too!'</span> Oli bursts out. <span style="color:#bcafee">'Being here is like a dream! Finally somewhere that I seem to thrive!... You're up.'</span> He nods towards the lady behind the counter.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh, thanks.'</span></div> You collect a hefty bag from the lady before waiting for Oli to complete his order.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Help 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/distrabution offices.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/oli.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box oli"><span style="color:#bcafee">'If you want, you can join me for lunch, I can introduce you to the guys! They'll be nice, I promise.'</span> He laughs.</div> <div class="box you">You consider his offer for a moment before remembering Zoey's lunch in the bag.<span style="color:#afeeee"> 'Not today. I have to deliver Zoey's lunch.'</span> You hold up the bag as if to prove yourself.</div> <div class="box oli">Oli laughs again, holding up his own larger bag. <span style="color:#bcafee">'Seems like they've got us fetching food as the newbies! How about we meet up sometime this week? My dad said there was so much to do here and I really want to explore it all!'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I'd love that! Em...'</span> You get out your phone to check your availability. <span style="color:#afeeee">'How does... Tomorrow... Wait, no, the day after tomorrow, after work sound?'</span></div> <div class="box oli"><span style="color:#bcafee">'It's a date!'</span> He grins as he puts it into his phone. <span style="color:#bcafee">'I'll see you around, $name.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah, see ya!'</span></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Office2 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/jamersons office.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/jamerson.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90A4AE">'This is what modern society does, it squanders an individual's potential and confines them, instead of letting them find their place. You will find your true purpose during your time here, as long as you're willing to have your potential unleashed.'</span> He concludes in a slightly more welcoming tone.</div> You look at him and realise he seems in a much better mood compared to your previous encounter. As he talks, he shifts once more in the chair while looking at the ceiling. In doing so, he gives you a moment to compose yourself. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Sir, if I may, there seems to be a lot going on here. What is Noir Institute's main focus?'</span> You ask, trying to sound as polite as you possibly can.</div> <div class="box jamerson">Doctor Jamerson doesn't answer immediately, sitting up in his chair and looking at you seriously. He seems bothered by the question for a moment, before giving a half smile. <span style="color:#90A4AE">'Our main purpose is to work on mental disorders therapy through behavioural and pycnomorphic alterations. Right now this is NI's main project. There are a few secondary projects we are working on but this is where most of our efforts are concentrated... Your own work as well.'</span> He concludes, making it clear that this is all he wants to say on the matter.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Office2 7]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Watching the maid getting fucked so thoroughly in her ass, the pleasure she derived; you desperately crave more of her depravity. The scene of her bouncing herself deep onto the mans cock is seared into your mind as you feverishly open up your browser to placate your desire. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 4/rest 6b.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> You load up any porn featuring anal, and a scene with a two girls approaching a man on the couch begins. Reaching your hand to grip your erect dick, you watch and admire the curves of the two women before skipping ahead unable to contain yourself much longer. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 4/rest 7b.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> One of the girls is gleafully sucking on the mans cock while the other makes out with him, and your head is instantly filled with the sound of moans and slurps. Your heart quickens in your chest.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Rest 7b]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/jamersons office.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/jamerson.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90A4AE">'Anyway, you should know that normally I handle new employees until they are fully trained.'</span> Dr Jamerson states, looking directly at you. <span style="color:#90A4AE">'However, given our current projects and your job description, Ms Winters has offered and is going to oversee your training from now on.'</span> He pauses, allowing you to take in the news.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Understood, Sir.'</span> You reply.</div> <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90A4AE">'Good, you will report to her as far as your work is concerned, until she is satisfied that your training is complete'</span> he punctuates those last words with a smile that almost turns into a grin. <span style="color:#90A4AE">'Have you met Oli, our other recruit?'</span></div> You nod, recalling your recent encounter, surprised at Jamerson's sudden interest. <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90A4AE">'What are your thoughts on the boy?'</span> He asks.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I haven't really met, just seen him around.'</span> You reply.</div> <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90A4AE">'Get to know him. I'll be interest to know what you think.'</span> He concludes.</div> <div class="box you">You hesitate for a second, then go for it. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Sir, is there anything going on?'</span></div> <div class="box jamerson">There's a pause as the atmosphere seems to turn frosty before the pressure is suddenly released. <span style="color:#90A4AE">'Does there need to be something going on? You have been hired recently, I thought you could use someone who was going through a similar experience to you... He was going to be hired for your position, but I interjected, thinking his particular talents would be better suited elsewhere.'</span> He concludes.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh, I see.'</span></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Office2 8]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/jamersons office.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/jamerson.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90A4AE">'Moving on, Zoey has informed me you have begun the task of sorting images from our latest experiment.'</span> he says with a grin, shifting once again his attention to you. <span style="color:#90A4AE">'Think about the images you review. What did they teach you?'</span></div> <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/office2 8.webp" style="width: 495px;"></center></div> <div class="box you">You blush and lower your gaze at the question, while you recall the parade of beautiful women... and the very large cocks that accompany them. As you focus on them, you feel yourself getting aroused. <span style="color:#afeeee">'W-well, there are many beautiful women.'</span> You start hesitantly.</div> <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90A4AE">'I didn't ask what you see, I ask what those images taught you.'</span> He cuts you off as his chair creaks rhythmically a few times.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'It's... The- The c-connection between women... and the, uh... penises? Between men's self-assurance when they have bigger cock... Uh, penis's they more fairly rate women. As the penis size got smaller, the ratings were more... Erratic?'</span> You stammer through your answer, desperate to impress.</div> <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90A4AE">'Hm.'</span> He nods approvingly, allowing you to relax. <span style="color:#90A4AE">'Better. Next time say it without the hesitation... And how would you describe the male... cocks?'</span> He emphasizes that last word while smirking.</div> <div class="box you">//Large, huge, enormous, magnificent.// These are the first adjectives that pop into your mind, along with the flood of images overwriting the pleasant images of the women. You breathe in, clear your head, and reply <span style="color:#afeeee">'T-they are. Were... rather large.'</span></div> <div class="box jamerson">He nods as he speaks. <span style="color:#90A4AE">'Some of them, yes.'</span> He says quietly. <span style="color:#90A4AE">'It works both ways, beauty begets beauty. But I see you are not ready to understand the nature of that dynamic.'</span></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Office2 9]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/jamersons office.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/jamerson.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $willpower gte 4>><div class="box you">You catch something strange in his gaze, a focused intensity on... you? <span style="color:#afeeee">'Sir, thank you for your words, I hope I will get a chance to learn more from you in the future.'</span> You say.</div><<else>> <div class="box you">As you try to answer, you feel his gaze on you. It's intense and... alluring? You almost catch yourself thinking you don't want this moment to end. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Thank you Sir. I-I hope you will teach me more someday.'</span> You say, standing up.</div><</if>> <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90A4AE">'Let's hope so, yes'</span> he replies. <span style="color:#90A4AE">'Thank you for delivering lunch. You may now go back to your work.'</span></div> You instinctively bow your head. As you exit through the door, you hear a strange coughing sound behind you. Instinctively, you turn your head and see one of the doctor's hands between his legs. Looking to the base of his desk, you spot the flashes of red shoes as someone beneath shuffles their high heels. <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/office2 9.jpg" style="width: 495px;"></center></div> <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90A4AE">'$name?'</span> Dr Jamerson's voice summons your attention.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes sir?'</span></div> <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90A4AE">'Did I not tell you to leave?'</span> He pauses. <span style="color:#90A4AE">'But as you persist, perhaps I can demonstrate a lesson.'</span></div> You don't know how to respond and stand dumbly in the doorway. <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90A4AE">'Come, and stand besides me.'</span></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Office2 10]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/jamersons office.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/jamerson.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/nicki.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You do as he commands, and as you round the corner of his desk, you're greeted by the sight of Dr Jamerson wheeling back, Nicki following on her knees, led by his cock in her mouth. You freeze, and your body tightens, arousal building. <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90A4AE">'I do not entirely subscribe to the notion that opposites attract. As, I've told you, beauty begets beauty. Equally, power begets power. Passion begets passion. People tend to be attracted to those who are like minded.'</span></div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/office2 10.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> As he talks to you, Nicki begins to eagerly bob her head up and down on his cock, having to lift herself with her legs to be able to suck the entirety of the doctor's cock. She moans softly as the rod plunges down her throat, lost in a world of her own. <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90A4AE">'Don't you agree?'</span> Dr Jamerson asks, bringing your attention back to the moment.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Whats... Nicki doesn't have any power though?'</span> You ask, your eyes drifting back down.</div> <div class="box jamerson">He doesn't immediately answer. With a firm hand, he pushes her down on his dick until her nose is pressed against his groin. He holds her down as he speaks. <span style="color:#90A4AE">'My power is obvious. But in ways, my beautiful assistant here possesses more power. She controls the pace. How much effort she puts in. She has the ultimate power of consent. At any time, she is able to say no and that will be the end of it. Do you understand?'</span> He asks before releasing her.</div> Nicki takes a moment to recover before diving back into serving his cock. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/office2 10.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes.'</span> You say plainly, watching Nicki as she engorges herself on her treat.</div> <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90A4AE">'Stand up.'</span> As you are about to obey, he raises a finger in your direction <span style="color:#90A4AE">'Not you, you stay right there.'</span></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Office2 11]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/jamersons office.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/jamerson.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/nicki.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Your heart skips a beat as you watch Nicki get up and see a full view of the beauty. Her blouse is open, and her bra is pulled down, her alluring breasts bouncing as she moves. Her mouth is wet, a trail of saliva dripping down her chin. You look past her with an indescribable mix of fear and anticipation as Jamerson finally stands up. His pants are down, and your gaze upon his massive cock, bigger than any that you've seen before. It's pointing straight at you and glistening with the result of Nicki's ministrations. Jamerson bends her face down over the desk. She complies and presents her ass to him while looking at you, her eyes brimming with wild excitement. You stand there, mesmerised, as he pulls up her skirt. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 4/office2 11.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> He begins by running his massive cock, slick from her saliva, between her cheeks. Nicki moans loudly in anticipation, but you barely pay any attention to her, your eyes glued to Jamerson's massive instrument resting on her back. <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90A4AE">'See anything you like?'</span> Jamerson's voice pulls you out of your stupor. <span style="color:#90A4AE">'So, since you want me to teach, here is a question for you.'</span></div> While he talks, you see Nicki squirming impatiently under him. He reacts by grabbing her shoulder and pinning her against the table to stop her movements. <div class="box nicki"><span style="color:#b86bd1">'Please Sir, I can't-'</span> She pleads, her face distorted in a mask of sheer arousal.</div> <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90A4AE">'Not another word. I am talking to $name.'</span>Dr Jamerson commands in a stern, uncompromising tone. <span style="color:#90A4AE">'What power do you possess?'</span> He continues as he starts penetrating her. You watch in incredulity, as his massive erection gradually disappears inside her ass, her mouth forming an O-shape.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/office2 11.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You look up at him, startled by the question, having to recall what he told you so that you can respond. <div class="box jamerson">Sensing your hesitancy, he rephrases his question. <span style="color:#90a4ae">'Though sex is its purest form, I am not referring to sex. Do you think you have the power to lead or the power to follow?'</span></div></div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Power to lead|Office2 12a]]>>/<<set $power to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Power to follow|Office2 12b]]>>/<<set $power to 0>>/<</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/jamersons office.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/jamerson.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/nicki.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I-I've... The power to lead, Sir.'</span> You stammer as you try to stand up for yourself.</div> Nicki pulls out of her ecstasy to give you an amused look, barely having time before she's devoured once again by the pleasure. <div class="box jamerson">Jamerson chuckles at your reply. <span style="color:#90A4AE">'Really now?'</span> He questions. <span style="color:#90A4AE">'Look at her face. Do you think you can give a woman this?'</span> As he says those words, he starts fucking her with a methodical, controlled speed. </div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/office2 12.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Your fascination only deepens: whatever your embarrassment, you are too caught in your spiralling arousal to care. Without you knowing, your hand slowly moves to your crotch, and you start rubbing through your trousers as you watch Nicki moaning louder and louder. Jamerson suddenly stops moving as Nicki writhes under him; a quick, intense orgasm shakes her whole body. <div class="box nicki"><span style="color:#b86bd1">'Oh!... God! yes!!'</span> She screams as she rolls her eyes. Jamerson smirks once more at her reaction as he starts fucking her.</div> <div class="box jamerson">He holds her in place as she recovers and looks back at you <span style="color:#90A4AE">'Hands off!'</span> He commands in a peremptory, almost dogmatic tone. <span style="color:#90A4AE">'You wanted me to show you, so pay attention. This is not for your enjoyment.'</span></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Office2 13a]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/jamersons office.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/jamerson.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/nicki.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You are fascinated by the spectacle in front of you, so much so that you cannot take your eyes off them, and you stand silently, waiting for Jamerson to act. For a few seconds, an eerie silence falls upon the room as you and Nicki look at each other while holding your breaths. <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90A4AE">'There's no shame in being a follower. If that is what you've taken from my lesson, then I have failed you.</span> Dr Jamerson's deep voice tears through the quietness, making you focus again on him. He holds her steady and starts penetrating her <span style="color:#90A4AE">'Now focus on her. Watch her power flow. Her power over the both of us'</span> he commands, covering her moans as you watch his impressive length disappear in her ass.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/office2 12.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> He gives her a few seconds to adjust, then starts fucking her with a methodical, controlled speed. Your fascination only deepens: whatever your embarrassment might be, you are too caught in your spiralling arousal to care. Without you knowing, your hand slowly moves to your crotch, and you start rubbing through your trousers as you watch Nicki moaning louder and louder. Jamerson suddenly stops moving as Nicki writhes under him; a quick, intense orgasm shakes her whole body. <div class="box jamerson">He holds her in place as she recovers and looks back at you <span style="color:#90A4AE">'Hands off!'</span> He commands in a peremptory, almost dogmatic tone <span style="color:#90A4AE">'You wanted me to show you, so pay attention. This is not for your enjoyment.'</span></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Office2 13a]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/jamersons office.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/jamerson.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div><div class="box location-char-2"><img src='media/characters/nicki.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You immediately take your hand away from your yearning dick and keep watching as he starts moving again. Nicki squirms under him, grasps the desk and looks back at you with crazed, ecstatic eyes, her face smeared with makeup and saliva. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/office2 12 2.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> Dr Jamerson thrusts much quicker, and she tries to balance herself against the desk to withstand his assault. You are mesmerised by the intensity of both Jamerson's demeanour and Nicki's pleasure, your almost painful erection only partially smothered by your underwear. Nicki's body was rocked by a second orgasm, but Jamerson did not stop as he approached his own climax. With a grunt, he unloads inside her ass, then pulls out, breathing heavily, as Nicki's legs give out, and she uses her hands to slowly slide to the floor. <div class="box jamerson">You are still watching Jamerson's impressive tool, now glistening with cum, when a finger snap brings you back to reality. <span style="color:#90A4AE">'This is where your lesson ends.'</span>Dr Jamerson says, in the same authoritarian tone <span style="color:#90A4AE">'Now, go back to work... and think about what you learned.'</span> He concluded with an impassive tone.</div> You stop outside Nicki's desk to catch your breath and realise, to your utter dismay, that the experience left you painfully hard. You look down at your pitching tent as to angrily shame it into oblivion, and you cannot help by compare your modest size with Jamerson's... impressive monument to manhood. Would you be able to satisfy a woman like that? The question hangs in your mind as it is once again flooded with the images you recently reviewed. You shake them off, take a deep breath, and go back to work.</div> <<if ($panties is 1 or $panties is 0) and $femstore isnot 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Womens store 2]]>>/<<set $rest1 to 0>>/<</button>>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|End day]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/your desk.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">As your day comes to a close, you notice how little work you've managed to complete. After all that you've experienced, your mind is in a tangle. //What had you got yourself into this couldn't be normal.// Though you'd never been in a corporate job, perhaps this is normal and wasn't talked about in everyday life. It made sense for people to need to blow off steam, and however they chose to do so wasn't for you. Zoey left a little early and let you know you're free to leave at any time. So, you choose to follow shortly after. On your way home, you stopped at the cafeteria and quickly finished your meal, the entire day feeling like a blur. At home, you collapse on your couch and turn on the TV, hoping to distract yourself from the day's events. Dr Reyamov sensually touching you, the guys from distribution, and your incredibly intimate talk with Dr Jamerson. A text startles you out of your daze, it's from Zoey. <div class="box cpu"><span style="color:#e50666">'$name! Hey! I meant to tell you earlier. There's a party on Friday. I was just wondering if you wanted to go together? It should be fun. Xxx'</span></div> You instantly respond, gracious for the distraction. <div class="box cpu"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I'd love to! Thanks for the invite!'</span></div> You debate about whether you should have put a kiss at the end of your message. <div class="box cpu"><span style="color:#e50666">'Yay! Why don't I come to yours at like 9? And we'll walk together? Xxx'</span></div> As your mind reels with the thoughts, you find yourself jolted awake. You must have dozed off, the fading evening light has faded, and the TV shows some action scene that must have been what had woken you. Groggily, you make your way to bed, stripping off your clothes before falling, once again, into a deep slumber.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi Invite]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">It doesn't take you long to come up to the point where you feel like cumming, and yet you want the sensation to continue. Overcome by horniness, you don't want the experience to end. The door opening downstairs makes you freeze. You're on the edge of orgasm and can't believe you have to think of anything else. Staying quiet, you intently listen out, hoping that you're just being paranoid. The distinct clicking sound of footsteps emanates from downstairs. Throwing your laptop to one side. You put on a dressing gown, trying to muster some courage to investigate. <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/alexa.jpg" style="width: 495px;"></center></div> <div class="box alexa">The maid is standing inside your living room, a cloth and squeezy bottle in her hand. <span style="color:#f05682">'Oh!... Bonjour!' </span>She says, her voice girlish and melodic. <span style="color:#f05682">'Desolé! My name is Aléx. I am the cleaner for this section of residents.'</span> She introduces herself, her French accent evident on certain words. <span style="color:#f05682">'Excuse me, I thought you were out at your job today. I can come back later if you need to be alone?'</span></div> Your arousal is making you feel dizzy as you imagine the buttplug that you suspect is still inside her, holding in the man's thick load.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Rest 7]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/delmarva.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Two days before the party, you already have a sense of excitement that keeps on building. On your way to the office, you get an email from Ms Winters. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/key/text.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box cpu"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Dear $name, I apologise for being away from the office for your first week. I have been meaning to catch up with you, to check how you are settling in. I'd rather we didn't conduct this meeting in the office, instead we could take it to Umu. It is a Japanese restaurant on the top floor of the Rail building. It will be a wonderful excuse to experience the luxury available here on Delmarva's campus. I will be carrying out a performance review, but there is no need to worry, it is merely to help you adapt to the expected standards. You will also be given the chance to ask any questions you may have. We have a private room reserved for 7:30, please do not be late. Sincerely, Abigail Winters'</span></div> You're instantly filled with a feeling of apprehension, not knowing what to expect from such a meeting.</div> <<if $mialunch is 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi Invite M1]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi Invite Z1]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/delmarva.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">At lunch, you bring it up with Mia. <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">‘No fucking way! I’ve only heard people talk about Umu! And, I thought I was lucky that Dr Jamerson did my settling interview.’ </span>She pouts with jealousy.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">‘So, everyone gets a meeting? How was it?’ </span>You ask.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">‘Everyone gets one. Mine... was interesting… I was totally different back then- a lot more reserved and stuff. Dr Jamerson really brought me out of my shell!’</span> She smiles wryly, remembering something.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">‘Yeah, that’s something I’ve heard before. They keep saying that they are going to help me unlock my potential, whatever that means?’</span> You sigh.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">‘For me. I grew up in a very religious family, my parents were very strict and I was soooooo repressed… I think a thing that I learnt was how to express myself sexually. Growing up sex was such a //sinful// thing!’</span> She giggles. <span style="color:#de5d83">‘I discovered I actually love sex, like fucking love it! And it helps that I’m good at it! I was able to explore every part of myself… and not just sexually! and it all started with Dr Jamerson.’</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">‘Oh? and what do you enjoy?’</span> You ask teasingly, not expecting her to answer.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">‘Black cock.’</span> She answers so quickly that your breath catches in your chest before she continues. <span style="color:#de5d83">‘Multiple cocks, being bound, being spanked and I kinda like being degraded.. in the bedroom at least… I guess I like trying things and I’ve found I like most of them.’</span></div> <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 4/abi invite m1.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> When she concludes you’re not sure how to respond, your mind is reeling from everything she just revealed. Mia had just told you all about her kinks and you can’t stop yourself from imagining it all. You’re not sure where that leaves you. Do you even like Mia like that? From what you’ve seen black cocks are big and you sure don’t measure up to any of them. Even if you don’t like Mia, you feel like you’ve been rejected before you’ve even had the chance to decide… <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">‘$name?’</span> Mia's soft voice breaks through the thoughts clouding your mind. <span style="color:#de5d83">‘I didn’t scare you did I? Was that too much information?’</span> She looks ashamed of herself.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">‘No, no!... It was fine. I guess I just didn’t expect it…’</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#de5d83">‘Didn’t expect what?’</span> Her voice shifts with a hint of coldness.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [['That you're so sexually... active?'|Abi Invite M2b]]>>/<<set $judgemia to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [['So much detail?'|Abi Invite M2a]]>>/<<set $judgemia to 0>>/<</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/cafe leo.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">At lunch, you bring it up with Zoey. <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Are you kidding?!'</span> She bursts. <span style="color:#e50666">'You get to go to Umu?! I only got to go to AMAZÓNICO! Don't get me wrong, it's amazing in there and we should definitely go some time, but I can't even afford to go to Umu! You have to tell me all about it!'</span></div> <div class="box you">You're a little taken aback, by her response. <span style="color:#afeeee">'That's not quite what I was talking about it. I more meant, the meeting with Ms Winters. I'm so nervous, and I keep thinking about anything I've done wrong!'</span></div> <div class="box zoey">She laughed. <span style="color:#e50666">'That's really nothing to worry about. It's just an initial check up, its way more about how you feel you're settling in than about criticising you. Plus from I've seen, you're been doing great so far.'</span></div> <div class="box you">You smile, taking in Zoey's compliment. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Thanks, Zoey. I guess I needed to hear that.'</span></div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Next time, don't get yourself into such a state until you've talked to me. I'll tell you when you should be getting into a state!'</span> She giggles. <span style="color:#e50666">'Oh! It's still a business meeting, so dress for the occasion!'</span></div> You finish work a bit earlier than usual so you have time to go home and change. As you walk back, there is tension in every step you take, and you cannot help but feel dread. The encounter with Jamerson was... uncomfortable and, given how cold Ms Winters was during the interview, you can expect a similar level of intensity. You feel your social anxiety kicking in and, as you enter your apartment, you take a deep breath, push it to the back of your mind, and focus. //You have no time to panic//, you tell yourself,// but you still have time to make a better impression//. You recall Zoey's advice to dress for the occasion and you rush to the bathroom to have a quick shower while you think about what to wear. As the water washes over you, a sense of calm fills your mind as your fight-or-flight instinct kicks in and you go through the motions of preparing as best you can.</div> <<if $clothes is 1 or $clothes is 2>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Dinner Prep 2]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|TaylorRun 1]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/delmarva.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box mia">Mia stands without a word. <span style="color:#de5d83">‘Fuck $name! I didn’t expect to be fucking judged by you!’</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">‘Wait, that’s not what…’</span> You start before Mia cuts you off.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">‘I thought you were different! Better!’</span> She continues, not listening as she turns to leave. <span style="color:#de5d83">‘Don’t bother coming over before the party!’ </span></div> She storms off, leaving you in shock. You hadn’t meant it to be offensive, but she definitely took it that way. After finishing your lunch in silence, you make your way back to the office to work. You finish work a bit earlier than usual so you have time to go home and change. As you walk back, there is tension in every step you take, and you cannot help but feel dread. The encounter with Jamerson was... uncomfortable and, given how cold Ms Winters was during the interview, you can expect a similar level of intensity. You feel your social anxiety kicking in and, as you enter your apartment, you take a deep breath, push it to the back of your mind, and focus. You have no time to panic, you tell yourself, but you still have time to make a better impression. You recall Mia’s advice to dress for the occasion and you rush to the bathroom to have a quick shower while you think about what to wear. As the water washes over you, a sense of calm fills your mind as your fight-or-flight instinct kicks in and you go through the motions of preparing as best you can.</div> <<if $clothes is 1 or $clothes is 2>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Dinner Prep 2]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|TaylorRun 1]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/delmarva.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/mia.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">There’s a tense pause before Mia breaks it with laughter like a silver bell. <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">‘Yeah, sorry! I guess that was a little much! I thought you were going to be all judgy! I have a bit of a weakness for black cock.’</span> She laughs.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">‘No!’</span> Your eyes open wide, glad you dodged the bullet. <span style="color:#afeeee">‘I would never judge you, to be honest, I’m kind of in awe of you!’</span></div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">‘Who? Little old me?’</span> She grins mockingly. <span style="color:#de5d83">‘Well, going back to your interview: you need to wear something nice! Dress to impress and all that!’</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">‘It’s that important?’</span> You ask, thankful for the change of conversation.</div> <div class="box mia"><span style="color:#de5d83">‘Sort of. It’s important, but there’s no pressure on you. It’s like a check-up!’</span> She beams.</div> You finish work a bit earlier than usual so you have time to go home and change. As you walk back, there is tension in every step you take, and you cannot help but feel dread. The encounter with Jamerson was... uncomfortable and, given how cold Ms Winters was during the interview, you can expect a similar level of intensity. You feel your social anxiety kicking in and, as you enter your apartment, you take a deep breath, push it to the back of your mind, and focus. You have no time to panic, you tell yourself, but you still have time to make a better impression. You recall <<if $mialunch is 1>>Mia’s<<else>>Zoey's<</if>> advice to dress for the occasion and you rush to the bathroom to have a quick shower while you think about what to wear. As the water washes over you, a sense of calm fills your mind as your fight-or-flight instinct kicks in and you go through the motions of preparing as best you can.</div> <<if $clothes is 1 or $clothes is 2>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Dinner Prep 2]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|TaylorRun 1]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/delmarva.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Your dinner with Ms Winters feels as though it comes around far too quickly and yet you agonise over every minute before it. Putting on your best-looking suit and tidying up the best you can, you make your way to the Rail building, one of 9 high-rise buildings on campus. Entering it, Umu is clearly labelled as being on the top floor. The lift ride up feels excruciating, the monitor indicating the current floor ascends at a painfully slow pace. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/locations/umu.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> A soft ding opens the doors to an extravagantly decorated lobby of the restaurant. Royal reds and obsidian blacks are highlighted with tasteful gold accents. A beautiful Asian-looking hostess approaches you, not smiling, though not unkind looking either. Her bright red lipstick and black dress seem to make her as much a part of the decor as anything else. <div class="box girl4"><span style="color:#bc6a89">'May I help you?'</span> She asks, her voice direct and yet soothing.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I'm $name, I'm here to see Ms Winters.' </span>You respond.</div> <div class="box girl4"><span style="color:#bc6a89">'Yes of course. Ms Winters is currently having a drink on the balcony. Would you like to join her?'</span> She answers quickly, her tone flowing like a stream.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes... Please.'</span></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi Meet 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"> <img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu balcony.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/> <div class="box location-char-1"> <img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </div> </div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> You follow the hostess to a balcony overlooking the Campus and the city in the distance. It's already quite dark and the air has turned cool, though a series of heat lamps and open fires keep the temperature pleasant. <br> <br> The hostess leads you to Ms Winters, who's seductively leant on the railing, taking in the view and sipping a clear-looking cocktail. <br> <br> <<girl4>> 'Ms Winters, you guest has arrived.' <span>The hostess announces you before turning to leave.</span> <</girl4>> Ms Winters doesn't immediately respond, instead, she slowly rises, letting her gaze linger on the view for a moment more. <br> <br> <<abigail>> '$name, I'm so glad that you're here. How do you like Umu thus far?' <span>Her speech, like her movements, is slow and seductive.</span> <</abigail>> <<you>> 'It's beautiful!' <span>You answer, captivated by the spell of her beauty.</span> <</you>> <<abigail>> 'I'm very pleased you like it. I have to admit that, on this venture, I am using you. It's not often that I get the oppurtunity to come here, and your review seem like the perfect chance, wouldn't you agree?' <span> She continues, a little smile playing across her lips.</span> <</abigail>> <<you>> <span>You laugh, thankful for the light tone so far.</span> 'Absolutely! I was talking to <<if $mialunch is 1>>Mia<<else>>Zoey<</if>> and they were jealous of me getting to come here! I had to promise to tell her all about it.' <</you>> <<if $mialunch is 1>> <<abigail>> 'I didn't realise you'd got so close with Mia. She's an asset to Noir Institution, in more ways than you could imagine. A little airheaded at times, but that's part of her charm. I know a lot of men and women that find that trait, simply irresistible.' <span>She smirks.</span> <</abigail>> You try to block your mind from Mia's irresistible nature to you. It would do no good to be thinking of anything sexual at the moment. <br> <br> <<you>> 'Mia's my closest friend here. Which I'm thankful for. I had ideas about coming here and feeling completely out of place.' <span> You say, truthfully. <<if $judgemia is 1>> Though you think back to your last conversation with her and wonder if the statement is still true. <</if>> </span> <</you>> <<else>> <<abigail>> <span>Ms Winters joins in your laughter.</span> 'Zoey gets plenty of opportunities to eat at lavish restaurants. I didn't know this place was her style, she seems to seek out the hidden gems, no matter where she goes. Have you read her food blog yet?' <span>She asks.</span> <</abigail>> <<you>> 'Zoey has a food blog?!' <span>You respond, surprised by the reveal.</span> <</you>> <<abigail>> 'Oh, yes! Our Zoey is somewhat of a minor celebrity. At least, in certain circles. You should ask her about it. Though don't tell her I let you know, I'm sure she would get all bashful knowing it came from me.' <span>Ms Winters smiles.</span> <</abigail>> <<you>> 'I won't. But I can't believe she hadn't told me anything about it!' <</you>> <<abigail>> 'Why would she? She's not one to brag or need an ego inflation. Hence, why I'm telling you about it. I'm glad you're getting along with Zoey, she's often too wrapped up in her work to maintain relationships outside of work.' <</abigail>> <<you>> 'Zoey's <<if $zoeylunch isnot 1>> lovely and we’ve really got on well together, <<else>> my closest friend here, <</if>> which I'm thankful for. I had ideas about coming here and feeling completely out of place.' <span>You say, truthfully.</span> <</you>> <</if>> </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi Meet 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu balcony.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">A waiter approaches you and places a pale pink cocktail in front of you. You're impressed as a thin vapour seems to evaporate off the top. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/abi meet 3.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'That is only natural. You've left everything you knew and come to a new place, new people and a new job. It's part of the reason you're here, with me. Anything that the company or I can do to help you settle in, would also be in our best interest. Your happiness directly affects your work, so we need you to be happy here and not regret your brave choice to come.'</span> Ms Winters' words were laced with so much sincere kindness that you almost felt like crying.</div> //Finally//, you thought, over and over again. Finally, you were in a place that valued and cared about you as an individual. You took a long swig of your cocktail, letting the alcohol and time compose you. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Thank you, Ms Winters. I really do appreciate everything that you've done for me so far.' </span>You say. And, despite your attempts, your voice cracks just slightly.</div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Aw, $name.'</span> Ms Winters, steps to you and gives you a reassuring side-hug, gently squeezing your arm.<span style="color:#ac2676"> 'You haven't had anything easy for you so far, but you're here now. You deserve all of this.'</span></div> This is almost too much for you and you're forced to take another long drink, letting the moment pass. <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'I found myself here under similar circumstances. I was in a job where I was underappreciated and overlooked. I suspect because I was a woman. I had to work harder and got less recognition. That experience stung me and I struggled to trust yet another system and now I'm here.'</span> She smiles sweetly. <span style="color:#ac2676">'Anyway, that's enough about me. For this evening, I'd like for you to call me Abigail. I'm not always a fan of the adherence to hierarchy.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes, Abigail, thank you.'</span> You smile as you feel your apprehension fade.</div> This Abigail was nothing like the strict lady that had initially interviewed you, and at the same time, you could plainly see why she had to adopt such a demeanour. Particularly when she was hiring a man. Though it is hard to think that she saw you as one of the men that she once had to compete with.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi Meet 4a]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu balcony.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Relationship with Ms Winters has increased@@</span></b></center></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You look at her concerned face and you make up your mind. You nod, breathing deeply while you prepare yourself. You feel dread at the thought of telling her everything, but at the same time, you feel a sense of relief at finally having the opportunity to tell someone. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Sophie, well, she is very beautiful... and...'</span> You stop, pull yourself together and realise that Abigail is going to need a bit more context. <span style="color:#afeeee">'No, wait, let me start from the beginning. Sophie, Adrian and I have lived together for years in our London apartment after Uni. And... there were tensions... So a few weeks ago she asked me to move out after I saw her… having… sex…’</span> You say meekly. <span style="color:#afeeee">‘It’s why I was looking for another job.'</span> You continue as you slowly get your footing. </div> <div class="box abigail">As you stop to take a sip, Abigail interjects. <span style="color:#ac2676">'Hold on. She asked you to move out because... You were ogling her?'</span>She asks, trying to follow your narration. </div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'No... W-well, she... I mean, maybe but there was more to it than that, she and Adrian wanted their own space... and I was in the way of that.'</span> You explain as you try to put things together. <span style="color:#afeeee">'The next day, immediately after we had our interview, she accused me of spying on her and Adrian having sex.'</span> </div> As you say those words, you notice a shift in Abigail's demeanour, from merely attentive to positively intrigued. <div class="box abigail"><<if $peek is 1>><span style="color:#afeeee">'Thing is, she was right. After our call ended, I heard some noise and... Well, they were… doing it... And I... Just could not take my eyes away from them.'</span> That last sentence comes out in a rush, as you pour out all those bottled feelings of shame. <<elseif $admit is 1>> <span style="color:#afeeee">'Thing is, I barely saw them. After our call ended, I heard some noise and... Well, they were having sex... so I immediately went back to my room. So I admit it to her, thinking... thinking it was just an innocent mistake.’</span> That last sentence comes out all at once, as you squirm in shame and embarrassment. <<elseif $admit is 0>> <span style="color:#afeeee">'Thing is, I barely saw anything. I'm not trying to make excuses but it's the truth. After our call ended, I heard some noise, checked, and saw them... well, having sex, so I quickly went back to my room. So, when she confronted me about it, I denied it, but this made her even angrier.'</span> You lower your head in shame as you recall that tense conversation. <<else>> <span style="color:#afeeee">'Thing is, I did not see or hear anything. They were probably... doing it while I was reading the contract with you, so I did not see or hear anything. But when I told her as much, she still eyed me suspiciously.'</span> You explain recall that awkward exchange.<</if>></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 2f2a]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu balcony.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you">You think about it for a moment, but you feel it's too early to tell her something this intimate. You give her an apologetic look. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Thank you once more for everything but I'm... don’t think I’m ready to tell the whole story. Maybe another time... and hopefully I can tell the whole story.'</span> You add with a smile. </div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'That's fine, I look forward to hearing the tale. Let me just say two things: if, as I understand, you did something bad. I would suggest a good apology: don't make excuses and promise to be better. Second, it would be a good idea to talk to someone about this, especially if it gives you such grief. I would recommend speaking to Tanya about it during your weekly appointments.'</span> You think about her words for a moment, and it sounds like good advice. You notice that she completely respects your decision not to tell her the whole story, and you feel a little bad about not doing so. You may choose to do so in the future. </div> <div class="box abigail">You nod. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Thank you, I will. Hopefully, the situation will resolve just by talking to him… to them.'</span></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu balcony.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'But the worst came later. As I was coming home from the stylist, I... Heard some noises. So, I went upstairs... and... I saw Sophie... having sex with some guy… A black guy! Troy.'</span> You swallow and sit quietly for a moment before continuing: <span style="color:#afeeee">'It was... intense... and mesmerizing... I just could not look away.'</span> Again you pause and take a longer sip. <span style="color:#afeeee">'She saw me and confronted me about it. I accused her of cheating and she... Well, she blinked. She didn’t expect that accusation. Anyway, she told me she would tell Adrian unless I put on a... device... on my...'</span> You gesture to your crotch and silently pray for a wormhole to open up under your chair so you can disappear. </div> <div class="box abigail">Abigail's voice brings you back into the room. <span style="color:#ac2676">'Wait, she... asked you to put on a chastity cage?'</span> </div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Y-yes... I guess she considered it a... Punishment? But I was not going to let her do that to me.'</span></div><<set $chastityknow to 1>><div class="box abigail">You brace yourself as you get to the final part. <<if $telladrian is 1>><span style="color:#ac2676">'So, in the evening, when they were waiting for me in the living room, I accused her of cheating. Adrian... did not take it well, he... yelled at both of us and went upstairs. That was the last time I saw him.'</span><<else>> <span style="color:#ac2676">'But I decided to stay out of their relationship, so I did not tell Adrian about her cheating. Adrian confronted me that evening and... well, he was very angry at me. In the end, I just went upstairs and... and that was the last time we spoke.'</span> <</if>> Abigail stays quiet as an eerie silence fills the room. Then she speaks in a very soft, caring voice. <span style="color:#ac2676">'Thank you for opening up to me, I... truly appreciate it. I know you... must have complicated feelings... for Sophie but youviolated her trust by spying on her<<if $peek is 1>>... twice<</if>>.'</span> She takes a sip before continuing. <span style="color:#ac2676">'However, I do understand the temptation. Forgive me, I do not mean to pry, but you are rather... inexperienced with sexual matters, correct?'</span> </div> You blush furiously, lower your eyes, and nod. <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'It's okay, and it's also okay to be curious. About her... proposal. I think Sophie understood that curiosity, her... solution was... kind of intimate if you think about it. You rejecting it was... well, it fueled her anger even more, I'd wager.'</span> She pauses to take another sip. <span style="color:#ac2676">'But, I don't think it's too late to make amends. If I may offer a suggestion, think about an apology, better yet, prepare it in advance. Admit your guilt and don't make excuses. If Adrian is a friend, he will forgive you. Sophie might forgive you as well.'</span> She adds with a confident smile. </div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"> <img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu balcony.jpg' style="max-width:100%;"/> <div class="box location-char-1"> <img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </div> </div> <<set $abmeet to 0>> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<if $clothes is 1>> <<set $abmeet to $abmeet+1>> <<abigail>> 'I have to say I really like your clothes. <<if $winter is 1>> I already said that when we met a few days ago but now that I am seeing the most elegant ones I am kind of impressed. <<else>> Zoey told me that you were dressed appropriately but this is very good, I am kind of impressed. <</if>> I have to say this seems so... different... from what you wore during our interview. What made you decide to go for something this elegant?' <span> Her eyes are fixed on your suit as she talks but at the end, as she asks, she looks up and meets your eyes. </span> <</abigail>> <<you>> 'Well' <span>You stammer, thinking of a possible answer</span> 'It was a gift, actually, from my best friend. <<if $telladrian is 0 or $chastity is 1>> His girlfriend knew this stylist in London, Alana, and, as a favour, she agreed to do these suits. <<else>> He... set me up with this stylist in London named Alana. <</if>> She was very helpful and encouraged me to wear them as they would fit me the best.' <span>You conclude, remembering her words.</span> <</you>> <<abigail>> 'Well, I am glad you heeded her advice. Though...' <span>She pauses for a moment as she looks at you.</span> 'These are not masculine clothes, at least not in a traditional sense. Would you say you are comfortable wearing them?' <</abigail>> You open your eyes in surprise at the question, then take a deep breath as you think of the best answer. <br> <br> <<elseif $clothes is 0>> <<abigail>> 'I have to say, after what Jamerson told me I was expecting a different outfit on you. This really suits you, did you get it from the store on campus?' <span>Abigail asks as she looks at you.</span> <</abigail>> You immediately light up, the joyful vindication more than making up for the lurking discomfort. <br> <br> <<you>> 'Yes, well, I...' <span> You stammer, briefly at a loss for words. You take a deep breath, take a sip of your drink to centre yourself, and then continue. </span> 'After everything that happened with Jamerson, I... I wanted to show that I'm committed... and that I don't have an issue with clothing.' <span>You finally manage to conclude.</span> <</you>> <<abigail>> <span>Abigail gives you a comforting and understanding smile.</span> 'This is indeed appreciated and a nice surprise. I know that Jamerson and Nicki can be... intense.' <span> She pauses to emphasize the point.</span> 'You stood firm against both, which is... Well, a bold move.' <span>Again she smiles, reassuring you.</span> <</abigail>> <<if $willpower gte 4>> You catch a glint of satisfaction in her eyes. She seems to like that someone stood up to Jamerson. <br> <br> <</if>> <<abigail>> 'But let me get back to the issue that prompted this... confrontation. These are not... masculine clothes, not in a traditional sense at least. Would you say you are comfortable wearing them?' <</abigail>> You open your eyes in surprise at the question, then take a deep breath as you think of the best answer. <br> <br> <<else>> <<abigail>> 'I see your new suits have arrived. This is serviceable, and should definitely satisfy Jamerson. Nicki is not particularly... inspired when it comes to fashion but this is enough for the time being, for me as well' <span> She says with a reassuring smile.</span> 'I imagine you are not used to this. <<if $winter is 1>> When we met the suit you wore was more expensive and yet did not seem to fit you very well. <<else>> Zoey told me you wore an expensive suit to work, and yet it did not seem to fit you very well. <</if>> I assume this is what got Jamerson's attention, correct?' <</abigail>> You nod. <br> <br> <<abigail>> 'I wonder. You were not wearing that suit during our interview, is there a story behind this change?' <span> She raises her gaze as she asks the question to look you in the eyes. </span> <</abigail>> <<you>> 'W-well' <span>You stammer as you try to think.</span> 'The suit was a gift from my best friend. <<if $telladrian is 0 or $chastity is 1>> His girlfriend knew this stylist in London, Alana, and, as a favour, she agreed to get me a suit. <<else>> He... set me up with this stylist in London named Alana. <</if>> It did not fit very well because she did not have time to make one.' <span>You conclude, recalling the awkward meeting with Alana.</span> <</you>> You finish off your drink and barely have enough time to place it down before the glass is taken away and relaced by another. <br> <br> <<abigail>> 'Ah, I see. It's odd for a stylist, especially given London's reputation for high fashion, to settle for an ill-fitting suit. Did this Alana comment on it?' <span>Abigail asks with a curious smile.</span> <</abigail>> <</if>> </div> <<if $clothes is 0 or $clothes is 1>> <div class="buttonbox"> @@.btnUI;<<button [[Tell her it's a bit strange but you don't mind|Abi assessment 1a]]>><<set $abmeet to $abmeet+1>><</button>>@@ </div> <div class="buttonbox"> @@.btnUI;<<button [[Tell her what she wants to hear|Abi assessment 1b]]>><<set $ablie to 1>><</button>>@@ </div> <div class="buttonbox"> @@.btnUI;<<button [[Turn it around and ask her if she really thinks you look good in them|Abi assessment 1c]]>><<set $abistat to $abistat+2>><</button>>@@ </div> <<else>> <div class="buttonbox"> @@.btnUI;<<button [[Tell her the whole story|Abi assessment 1a]]>>/<<set $abmeet to $abmeet+1>>/<</button>>@@ </div> <div class="buttonbox"> @@.btnUI;<<button [[Tell her Alana did not comment on it|Abi assessment 1b]]>>/<<set $ablie to 1>>/<</button>>@@ </div> <div class="buttonbox"> @@.btnUI;<<button [[Ask why clothes are so important for the job|Abi assessment 1c]]>>/<<set $abistat to $abistat+1>>/<</button>>@@ </div> <</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu balcony.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $clothes is 1>> You think about it for a moment, while you look at your suit. There is still something in the back of your mind that finds it odd, but you got used to wearing it these past few days. You have to admit that Alana was right: not only everyone agrees that it looks good on you but it is also quite comfortable. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'It does feel odd.'</span> You start, unsure <span style="color:#afeeee">'But it's also not as bad as I expected. I got used to wearing these suits in the past few days and... I can wear them, no issue.'</span> You state, resolutely. </div> <div class="box abigail">Abigail smiles back at you at your words<span style="color:#ac2676">'I think it's good for you to explore new things, and the fact that they fit you so well is a bonus.'</span> she laughs as she takes a sip from her glass. <span style="color:#ac2676">'To be honest, I don't really get the strict dichotomy between men's and women's clothing. I mean, it makes sense to have gender distinctions like this, but in our society it becomes something of an obsession to fit every single item of clothing into one of these two categories, and I don't think it's needed, frankly. If you're comfortable and you look good, I don't see why a label should get in the way of that.'</span> She speaks plainly and clearly, but there is a note of sincerity in her voice, you really don't doubt that she really means it. </div> <div class="box afeeee"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Well, Alana, the stylist, seemed to think the same.'</span> You say, remembering her words <span style="color:#afeeee">'She also insisted that I get a new haircut.'</span> You add after a small hesitation. </div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'She has good taste, and your haircut is very good too.'</span> Abigail replies. <span style="color:#ac2676">'Well, to new experiences'</span> she says, raising her glass with an elegant gesture.</div> <<else>> You hesitate for a moment but ultimately decide that there is no point in hiding anything, especially because in the end you are still wearing more feminine clothing. So you tell her the story, of how Alana gave you a more feminine suit, that you felt uncomfortable in it and went against her wishes, insisting on a more traditional suit. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'She was not happy about it, but in the end she added a few things and helped me anyway. I... kind of feel bad about the whole thing, essentially it was all for nothing.'</span> You conclude, unable to hide a tinge of shame in your voice.</div> Abigail listened to your story, her attention focused on you, occasionally nodding and sipping her drink. <div class="box abigail">Finally, she replies. <span style="color:#ac2676">'I... I don't think you have to feel shame for this, she put you on the spot and you were not ready. I am not sure if anyone is to blame for this, especially given the limited time frame she was given.'</span> She starts with a comforting smile. <span style="color:#ac2676">'It's natural to have these doubts. Personally, I think our society focuses too much on gendered clothing. Do not get me wrong, it's good to have distinctions, but at the same time there is no need to label every single item to make them fit into one of these two categories. I mean, these clothes fit you nicely. And, correct me if I'm wrong, you do not seem particularly uncomfortable right now.'</span> There is a note of sincerity in her voice, you have no doubt she means every word. </div> <div class="box you">You give a brief look at your new clothes before replying. <span style="color:#afeeee">'It does feel odd.'</span> You say, weighing every word. <span style="color:#afeeee">'But no, I don't think I'm uncomfortable... At least not here... And... I think I can wear these to work'</span> You add with a weak smile. </div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'That's all good.'</span> Abigail says, satisfied at the quick resolution. <span style="color:#ac2676">'I understand this is not easy, and I applaud your commitment. Ultimately, you should see this not as an obligation but as an opportunity to try new things. And, for the record, you do look good.'</span> She adds with a playful smile. You smile back and take a sip while thinking about her words.</div><</if>></div> <<if $refuse is 1 or $measuring5 is 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 1d]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 2]]>><</button>>@@</div> <</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"> <img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu balcony.jpg' style="max-width:100%;"/> <div class="box location-char-1"> <img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </div> </div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<if $clothes is 1>> <<you>> 'No, I don't mind, it's just clothes. It's not a huge difference anyway.' <span>You reply, trying your best to sound confident.</span> <</you>> <<abigail>> <span> Abigail looks at you intently, then she takes a sip and just says </span> 'All right, make sure you do.' <span> She goes quiet for a few seconds, somehow sounding confident doesn’t seem to have made the impression you were hoping for. </span> 'You know, while I do think that clothes make the man... or the woman, our society seems a little too keen on separating feminine and masculine clothing. It's good to be flexible.' <span> She talks quickly, but with conviction, you do not doubt that she means what she is saying. </span> 'And this is especially true if you look this good in them' <span>She adds with a playful smile. She elegantly raises her glass</span> 'To new clothes and new experiences!' <</abigail>> <<elseif $clothes is 0>> <<you>> 'Well, yes, definitely. It's not an issue of the clothing, as you can see I have no problems with them. It's just clothes anyway, I can wear this at work every day.' <span>You say quickly, trying your best to sound confident.</span> <</you>> <<abigail>> <span> Abigail looks at you intently, then she takes a sip and just says </span> 'All right, make sure you do.' <span> She goes quiet for a few seconds, somehow sounding confident does not seem to have made the impression you were hoping for. </span> 'You know, while I do think that clothes make the man... or the woman, our society seems a little too keen on separating feminine and masculine clothing. It's good to be flexible.' <span> She talks quickly, but with conviction, you have no doubt that she means what she is saying. </span> 'And this is especially true if you look this good in them.' <span>She adds with a playful smile. She elegantly raises her chalice</span> 'To new clothes and new experiences!' <</abigail>> <<else>> <<you>> <span> Surprised by the question, you fumble into an answer </span> 'N-no, she said nothing of the sort. It's likely she did not have time for it.' <span>You add, trying to give a plausible answer.</span> <</you>> <<abigail>> <span>Abigail goes quiet for a second, then replies.</span> 'Anyway, it does not matter. It's a shame you won't be able to wear it here, but to be honest I think your current clothes fit you much better. And if I'm being honest, i do not really get our society's obsession with separating masculine and feminine clothing. Do not get me wrong, it's good to have distinctions, but I think we fixate too much on the idea. It's good to be flexible, that's all I am saying.' <span> She speaks quickly but with firm conviction, you can tell she means those words. </span> 'And this is especially true with a body like yours. You look positively dazzling tonight' <span>She adds, her lips curving into a playful smile.</span> 'Well, to new clothes and new experiences!' <span>She says, elegantly raising her glass.</span> <</abigail>> <</if>> You smile back at her while you take a sip, surprised but pleased at her flirty smile. </div> <<if $refuse is 1 or $measuring5 is 1>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 1d]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 2]]>><</button>>@@</div> <</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu balcony.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $clothes is 1>><div class="box you">You think about the best answer and decide to try to avoid further embarrassment. <span style="color:#afeeee">'W-well, I can see that everyone at the Institute dresses very well: Zoey, Nicki, Mia... and of course you always look amazing.'</span> You add smiling at Abigail. </div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Thank you, it's nice to feel appreciated, and for the record, you look good too, especially in these high-fashion clothes.'</span> She replies returning the compliment with a radiant smile.</div> <div class="box you">You quickly take advantage of the turn in the conversation to shift away from the original question. <span style="color:#afeeee">'If I may ask, why are the aesthetics so important here? It's not an issue for me, but I do find it unusual.'</span> You add with genuine curiosity. </div> <div class="box abigail">Abigail looks at you for a moment and you see a smile forming as she takes a sip from her glass. <span style="color:#ac2676">'That... is a good question. I cannot tell you everything, not yet at least, but I'll do my best to answer. Mostly it has to do with presenting our best selves to the world. Our society tends to obsess over gendered clothing, neatly separating masculine from feminine. Human bodies in their infinite variety do not always fit in these boxes. So, we feel it's important to be flexible on these matters.'</span> She goes quiet as she sips her drink. </div> <div class="box abigail">You think about her answer, and you realise that, while she has not told you anything, she really meant what she said, at least her voice carried conviction. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I will try to.'</span> You say with resolve, hoping to sound convincing. <span style="color:#afeeee">'To new experiences and good clothes!'</span> you raise your glass to strengthen your words. She does the same and contently smiles back at you from across the table as you both drink. </div> <<else>><div class="box you">You think about your answer for a moment and decide to try to shift the conversation away from that embarrassing encounter, especially given that, ultimately, you had to change clothes anyway. <span style="color:#afeeee">'W-well, this... I-I mean...'</span> You struggle to get your thoughts out. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I see that the dress code seems very important here at Delvarma.'</span> You finally manage to form a coherent sentence. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I mean, Mia, Zoey, Nicki, everyone looks good and you always look amazing.'</span> You add smiling at Abigail. </div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Thank you, it's nice of you to say. And for the record you do look good as well, and your clothes really bring out your features.'</span> She replies regaling you with a radiant smile. <span style="color:#ac2676">'Anyway, it's not technically Delvarma but Noir Institution specifically that has these policies.'</span> She specifies, then takes a sip from her glass. </div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'But why is that? I mean, it's not a problem, I can deal with... different clothing, but I have been wondering why are aestethics so important.'</span> You ask, trying to move the conversation in a different direction. </div> <div class="box abigail">Abigail looks at you for a moment and you see a smile forming as she takes a sip from her glass. <span style="color:#ac2676">'That... is a good question. I cannot tell you everything, not yet at least, but I'll do my best to answer. Mostly it has to do with presenting our best selves to the world. Our society tends to obsess over gendered clothing, neatly separating masculine from feminine. Human bodies in their infinite variety do not always fit in these boxes. So, we feel it's important to be flexible on these matters.'</span> She goes quiet as she sips her drink. </div> <div class="box abigail">You think about her answer, and you realise that, while she has not told you anything, she really meant what she said, at least her voice carried conviction. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I will try to.'</span> You say with resolve, hoping to sound convincing. <span style="color:#afeeee">'To new experiences and good clothes!'</span> you raise your glass to strengthen your words. She does the same and contently smiles back at you from across the table as you both drink.</div><</if>></div> <<if $refuse is 1 or $measuring5 is 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 1d]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 2]]>><</button>>@@</div> <</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu balcony.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box abigail"><<if $clothes is 2>><span style="color:#ac2676">'While we are on the subject, I heard from Jamerson that you complained about taking your clothes off in front of Nicki'</span> Abigail continues in a serious tone. She then adopts a more relaxed, laid-back tone and keeps going <span style="color:#ac2676">'Jamerson already told you off, so I'm sure you are aware it's not a wise choice to antagonise him.'</span> She pauses as she takes another sip. <span style="color:#ac2676">'However, I am curious as to why. I mean, you were comfortable enough in front of that stylist in London, correct?'</span> She inquires. You timidly nod in reply. <span style="color:#ac2676">'As I thought. So, can you please tell me why? I mean it's plain to see it made you feel uncomfortable, and I don't want things like that getting in the way of a good relationship and a positive work environment.'</span> She speaks softly, and there is a distinguishable caring note in her voice. <<else>><span style="color:#ac2676">'All right, before we move on, let's deal with the... shall we say Nicki and Jamerson situation. Now, he already told you off, so I'm sure you are aware it's not a wise choice to antagonise him.'</span> She pauses to stress the point, then moves on. <span style="color:#ac2676">'However, I am curious as to why. <<if $winters is 1>>When we met<<else>>Zoey told me<</if>> you were wearing something that did not fit you well, but looked tailored. You did not seem to have issues with disrobing back in London, correct?'</span> You timidly nod in reply. <span style="color:#ac2676">'As I thought. So, can you please tell me why? I mean it's plain to see it made you feel uncomfortable, and I don't want things like that getting in the way of a good relationship and a positive work environment.'</span> She speaks softly, and there is a distinguishable caring note in her voice.<</if>></div></div> <<nobr>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Try to give her a thorough explanation|Abi Assessment 1d1]]>><<set $abmeet to $abmeet+1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Just apologize and promise not to do it again|Abi assessment 1d2]]>><</button>>@@</div> <</nobr>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu balcony.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Very well, enough about clothes, let's move on... Have you heard of Jemma Mosis?'</span> She looks at you expectantly.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'No, sorry.'</span></div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Don't apologise.' </span>She chastises you. <span style="color:#ac2676">'She is one of volleyballs greatest outside hitters currently in the world. Before she attended Delmarva University she had never played. After studying her many attributes she was given a conditional offer that stated she needed to play volleyball here to receive entrance and a full scholarship.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'What kind of attributes?' </span>You ask, trying to sound engaged.</div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'It's not important. She was tagged as having substantial potential and now she's a global contender. Do you understand what I'm telling you?'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'That...' </span>You take a sip of your drink to stall for time. <span style="color:#afeeee">'You've worked out how to identify what roles people would be best at? This could change the world.'</span></div> <div class="box abigail">She laughs, the action causing her breasts to jiggle tantalisingly. <span style="color:#ac2676">'Perhaps. Though Delmarva have a patent on our research for another eighteen years, so it's too soon to say. Conversely, we are able to use the same system, and select our staff based on this system...'</span> She trails off, allowing your mind to fill in the gaps. <span style="color:#ac2676">'We operate on the same system as the University, after all we share their campus.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'So... Are you saying I've been chosen because you know my potential?'</span> You exclaim, sudden excitement running through you.</div> <div class="box abigail">She smiles at your enthusiasm. <span style="color:#ac2676">'It is possible, yes. Though it isn't as simple as that. People potential tends to lend itself to multiple occupations. For instance, a mechanical engineer may make a good pilot, the brain functions to be similar: understanding motion, calculations, attention to detail. What we will do with you is guide you to unlock your potential, but ultimately it's up to you how you use it.'</span></div> Abigail leans once again on the balcony railing and you join her, watching as the moon cresses the horizon and bathes the landscape with soft light. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Is that why I have to go to the gym?'</span> You ask.</div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'It is. As I mentioned, we abide by the university's rules. This environment allows us to shape personnel without too many outside interferences. As you may have noticed, the campus has everything and anything one could want. It all operates with an internal economy and the basic and luxury items are free or heavily subsidised. Students and staff are given what is essentially an allowance to purchase anything outside your three daily meals or to upgrade your meals. Here for instance. Are you with me so far?'</span></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 2 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu balcony.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You sit quietly for a while, gathering your thoughts, and thinking of the best possible answer. You don't think any answer can be good at this point, but you can at least try to be as honest as possible. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Well, to be honest I... I acted on instinct. I-I felt like they were making me do that to...'</span> You stop, again trying to find the words. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Humiliate me. Alana... well I did not get along with her, but she tried, and... I felt sorry about the whole thing. I got no understanding from Nicki.'</span> Your voice suddenly gets much quieter. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Or Doctor Jamerson.'</span> You add after a moment.</div> Abigail has looked at you throughout your speech, her beautiful green eyes hanging on your every word. <div class="box abigail">She sighs, heavily, then speaks: <span style="color:#ac2676">'All right, that... is something.'</span> She smiles, showing understanding as she consider your response. <span style="color:#ac2676">'Let me start by saying thank you for being honest. I imagine that this must not be easy for you.'</span> She looks you straight in the eye to let you know she means it. '<span style="color:#ac2676"><<if $clothes is 0>>As I mentioned, <</if>>Nicki and Jamerson can both be very intense. Each in their own way. While I am not excusing your reaction, I can understand it, they can be off-putting, for sure.'</span> She talks slowly, methodically almost: her tone seems to communicate seriousness, but without being harsh. <span style="color:#ac2676">'There are many ways for you to find a place here at Noir Institution.'</span> She resumes after taking a sip. <span style="color:#ac2676">'But you shouldn't antagonise Jamerson. I am not saying that just for you, as the one in charge of your training, I would get in trouble as well.'</span> She smiles. <span style="color:#ac2676">'So, stay clear of him. And Nicki. And if he gives you directions, do not question them. You do not have to like it.'</span> She pauses to emphasise the point. <span style="color:#ac2676">'Just be smart about it.'</span> She smiles, a drawn-out, playful smile with a hint of complicit wickedness. <span style="color:#ac2676">'Can you do that for me?'</span> She finally asks. She takes a long sip, as you take in her words. </div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes, I can.'</span> You resolutely reply. <span style="color:#afeeee">'And thank you'.</span> You add, smiling back at her.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu balcony.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<changeWillpower 2>> <div class="box mini-br-after">You think about her words for a moment. She wants a thorough explanation, but you realise that more than anything she would want you to own up to what you did. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I-I had a moment of weakness.'</span> You start, tentatively. <span style="color:#afeeee">'They were both quite... intense... And between the directness and the commanding behaviour I was... put off and... Well it didn't feel right.'</span> You continue, trying to find the most appropriate words. <span style="color:#afeeee">'But I don't want to excuse my... reticence.'</span> You look at her in the eyes as you manage to get to the point. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I now understand the clothing requirement, and it was... silly... for me to put up such a fight over this, especially so shortly after being hired. I... would have liked a bit more time before... having such an obligation... but I get it now. It won't be a problem in the future.'</span> You end your speech in a much more decisive way than you anticipated, probably because of the satisfaction you got at being finally able to get your perspective across. </div> <div class="box abigail">Abigail sits quietly, her blue eyes hanging on every word you say. At the same time she is sitting in a relaxed manner, giving you time to express yourself. <span style="color:#ac2676">'I am glad to see you brimming with resolve!'</span> She gives you a warm smile. <span style="color:#ac2676">'I understand what you are saying, and I... don't always agree with Jamerson's training method.'</span> You can't help but notice that when she pauses she seems to have stopped herself from saying something different. <span style="color:#ac2676">'Anyway, try not to antagonise him in the future, all right?'</span> </div> <div class="box you">You take a sip of your drink, then reply <span style="color:#afeeee">'Okay, I won't.'</span></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu balcony.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><<set $adriandelay to 1>><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'It's... personal'</span> you say, after a short pause. <span style="color:#afeeee">'He is a close friend of mine, so obviously I would like to talk to him again. Mostly, I... still have a few things at his place, and I need to get that sorted out in as soon as possible.'</span> You decide not to tell her the whole story, so you think a believable excuse would be enough to persuade her. </div> <div class="box abigail">She thinks about it for a moment, then sighs. <span style="color:#ac2676">'All right... I'm sorry to hear about your problems. I'll see that you can communicate, I might have time on Monday.'</span> </div> <div class="box you">You perceive a slight coldness in her voice, so you add. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I'm sorry for the trouble, I didn't mean to cause a fuss.'</span> </div> <div class="box abigail">She gives you a weak smile <span style="color:#ac2676">'It's fine. I know that these regulations can... make things difficult. As long as you don't talk specifics about Noir Institutions or Delvarma you should be fine.'</span> She adds, taking a few notes on her pad.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"> <img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu balcony.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/> <div class="box location-char-1"> <img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </div> </div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<you>> 'Well, it's complicated.' <span>You start, uncertain how much you want to tell her.</span> 'Adrian has a girlfriend, Sophie. He had her for a while, and the three of us lived together in that apartment in London.' <</you>> <<if $telladrian is 0>> <<you>> <span>You take a small sip from your drink and continue.</span> 'Sophie... Well, she doesn't like me. Which caused many issues in the house... with Adrian in the middle. That is also why I was looking for a different job. <<if $peek is 1>> After our interview, things... escalated between me and her, but I paid it no mind because I was getting ready to leave.' <<elseif $admit is 0>> After our interview, she accused me out of nowhere and things got... tense. I did not deal with it because I was getting ready to leave.' <<else>> Immediately after our interview, she accused me of... spying on her, even though I did not do it. I think she understood that, but... well, things got tense. I think we were both relieved I decided to leave.' <</if>> <</you>> <<you>> <span> You speak with some difficulty, unsure of how much you are actually to blame for the situation getting as uncomfortable as it did. </span> 'However the main point came later, specifically the day before I left.' <span>You continue after a small pause.</span> 'I... caught her cheating on Adrian with one of the movers.' <span>Again you pause, this time to emphasise the point.</span> 'I... wanted to punish her but when I confronted her about it she looked... puzzled, as it was a normal thing for them.' <span>Again you stop, recalling the strange encounter.</span> 'So, ultimately I decided not to meddle in their business. Adrian looked so happy with her, and... well, I finally was out of their way.' <span> You conclude, lowering your head. Abigail does not reply immediately, and for a few seconds, a thoughtful silence fills the room. </span> <</you>> <<abigail>> 'I see, thank you for telling me this, it's... quite the story. For the record, I think you did the right thing by not meddling in their relationship, especially with you about to leave and with things being already tense beforehand.' <span>She gives you an understanding smile.</span> 'I understand you want to keep in touch with your friend... and Sophie. I'll see to it that you get access as soon as possible, just don't go into specifics on Noir Institution and Delvarma, all right?' <</abigail>> <<you>> 'Thank you so much' <span>You say, relieved.</span> 'They were a big part of my life, and, aside from these specific circumstances, I already miss him... them' <span>You correct yourself.</span> <</you>> <<abigail>> 'Don't worry about it. However, I do have a question. It sounds like Sophie does not think much of you, which is a shame.' <span> She gives you a playful smile</span> 'Let me ask you something: given the choice, would you keep in contact with her, or just with Adrian?' <</abigail>> <<else>> <<you>> 'Sophie... well, I thought she did not like me. Whatever her reasons, this caused much tension around the house. With Adrian usually in the middle. This is also why, among other things, I was looking for another job. <<if $peek is 1>> After our interview, things... escalated between me and her, but I paid it no mind because I was getting ready to leave.' <<elseif $admit is 0>> After our interview, she accused me out of nowhere and things got... tense. I did not deal with it because I was getting ready to leave.' <<else>> Immediately after our interview, she accused me of... spying on her, even though I did not do it. I think she understood that, but... well, things got tense. I think we were both relieved I decided to leave.' <</if>> <span> You speak with some difficulty, unsure of how much you are actually to blame for the situation getting as uncomfortable as it did. </span> 'However the main point came later, specifically the day before I left.' <span>You pause, unsure how to continue and decide to come clean.</span> 'I just came home from the stylist when I heard... some weird noises. I checked and saw her having sex with one of the movers.' <span>You pause to take a sip from your drink.</span> <</you>> <<you>> <span> You briefly glance at Abigail: she sits quietly, waiting for you to continue. However, you can't help but notice her eyes brimming with curiosity. </span> 'Afterwards she... confronted me... rather forcefully about... well, watching her and I replied by accusing her of cheating on Adrian.' <span>Again you pause, taking a big breath as you continue.</span> 'She... she was surprised by the accusation... which in turn surprised me. She made me... do chores afterwards.' <span> You add, sensibly skipping the bit where she locked up your penis. </span> 'The morning after, as I was about to leave, she did not seem that... angry anymore.' <span>You conclude.</span> <</you>> <<abigail>> <span>Abigail smiles at you.</span> 'Thank you for telling me the story, it is quite the tale. I understand why you would want to keep in touch with your friend... and with Sophie?' <span> She asks. Before you have time to answer, she keeps going: </span> 'Whatever, I will see that you are granted access as soon as possible, just avoid specifics about Noir Institution or Delvarma.' <</abigail>> <<you>> 'Thank you so much! As much tension as there was, these people were a big part of my life.' <span>You say with palpable relief.</span> <</you>> <<abigail>> 'You're welcome, I am happy to help you with this' <span>Replies Abigail.</span> 'I do sense, however, that there is more to this story.' <span> Your eyes widen at her words, and you curse yourself for instantly confirming her intuition. There is a short, bright laugh at your predictable reaction. </span> 'As I thought. It's fine if you don't want to tell me, there is no pressure. But... should you wish to, I would like to hear it.' <span> She puts her hands up to stress the point that, while she's definitely curious, she does not need to know. </span> <</abigail>> <</if>> </div> <<if $telladrian is 0>> <div class="buttonbox"> @@.btnUI; <<button [[I would keep in contact|Abi assessment 2b1]]>> <</button>> @@ </div> <div class="buttonbox"> @@.btnUI; <<button [[No, I would just call Adrian|Abi assessment 2b2]]>> <<set $abigailadrian to 1>> <</button>> @@ </div> <<else>> <div class="buttonbox"> @@.btnUI; <<button [[Might as well tell her|Abi assessment 2b1]]>> <<set $abmeet to $abmeet+1>> <<set $abistat to $abistat+2>> <<set $chastityknow to 1>> <</button>> @@ </div> <div class="buttonbox"> @@.btnUI; <<button [[Thank her again but say you would prefer not to|Abi assessment 2b2]]>> <</button>> @@ </div> <</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu balcony.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You carefully think about what to say to her. On the one hand, she does need reassurance that you just want to talk to your friend. On the other hand, you don't want to involve Adrian... and Sophie... any more than you need to. <div class="box you">You take a deep breath and look at Abigail. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Look, I... Well, we lived together for years, Adrian and I. He is more... I-I mean he is my only real friend. I am happy to be here, no question about it, but he has been a huge part of my life... and I just don't want to lose that.'</span> You pause to take a sip, and before Abigail can reply, you continue. <span style="color:#afeeee">'This... closeness between us has caused... tension recently. Now that I moved here, I want to keep the... good part of our relationship.'</span> You look straight at Abigail, speaking with as much emotion and conviction as you can muster. </div> <div class="box abigail">As soon as you are done talking, Abigail speaks. <span style="color:#ac2676">'All right, say no more, I get that this is very important. And... friends like him...'</span> She says with a weird intonation <span style="color:#ac2676">'Are not only rare but precious, something to be nurtured and cherished. I'll see to it that you are granted permission as soon as possible.'</span> She says resolutely. </div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Thank you, thank you so much!'</span></div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'It's no trouble, I am happy to help you with this. Oh, just be careful not to say anything specific about Noir Institution and Delvarma. About him, speaking from experience, if there was... tension... between you and Adrian before you left, I would suggest talking to him about it... and by talking I mean telling him what you just told me. If it was that difficult for you to say, chances are he might need to hear it.'</span> She spoke with a genuinely sweet smile. </div> The thought of talking like that to Adrian is, scary somehow, but you have shown confidence so far, you are not about to falter now. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I'll try. And thank you again.'</span></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"> <img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu balcony.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/> <div class="box location-char-1"> <img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </div> </div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<you>> <span> As soon as you try to speak, you feel all the emotions from that evening come to the surface, and you need to take a deep breath. </span> 'Adrian was not... the best at dating, so I was happy for him when he and Sophie got together.' <</you>> You pause and take a sip. You are still emotional about it and you feel the need to pace yourself. Thankfully you can see that Abigail is listening quietly and giving you all the time you need. <br> <br> <<you>> 'But I could see that they were having... problems. I mean, I was living together with them, you know? And it was getting worse. Sophie insisted that I move out of the house. Understandable, maybe, but I could see that Adrian was not happy about it. This is also why I started looking for a job.' <</you>> Again you pause to take another sip before continuing. <br> <br> <<you>> <<if $peek is 1>> 'After we had our interview, things... escalated, we had a... spat that same evening. We did not deal with it only because I was moving out.' <<elseif $admit is 0>> 'Shortly after our interview she accused me out of nowhere and things got... tense. I decided not to deal with it because I was getting ready to leave, which was ultimately what she wanted.' <<else>> 'Immediately after our interview she accused me of... spying on her, even though I did not do it. At the moment I thought she understood but... things became even more tense'. <</if>> <span> You speak with some difficulty, unsure of your share of responsibility in the matter. </span> 'Things reached a boiling point the day before I was leaving, when I got home and caught her cheating on Adrian with one of the movers.' <</you>> Again you pause, recalling that strange day's events. <br> <br> <<you>> 'I... confronted her about it, and she denied it was an issue between them. Then... I couldn't keep quiet. I could see she was hurting Adrian with her behaviour and she did not even seem to care about him. So I told him everything. They argued and the last night ended... well badly. I haven't talked to Adrian since, so I don't know what happened or how he is doing.' <span> You realise you have been raising your voice as you were talking and again take a deep breath. </span> <</you>> <<you>> <span> You lower your voice, but still it's difficult to keep calm. </span> 'And I cannot help but feel reponsible for his pain.' <span> Your voice breaks slightly at the end of that last sentence, but you swallow and hold back the tears. </span> <</you>> There is a quiet moment, as both you and Abigail listen to the restaurant background noise that’s muffled by the door. <br> <br> <<abigail>> 'I... Thank you for telling me this.' <span>She finally says, giving you a comforting smile.</span> 'I'll see to it that you are granted permission as soon as possible. Don't worry about procedure, just be careful not to mention anything specific about Noir Institution or Delvarma.' <span>She says with a dismissive gesture.</span> 'I'm sorry to hear you left a bit of a mess behind. Speaking from experience, I am aware it's not going to be easy, but when you talk to Adrian be sure to tell him what you told me. Based on your story, I think he needs to hear it.' <span>She adds while looking at you with genuine concern.</span> <</abigail>> Her words are shot through the heart for you, and you shudder at the prospect of such a difficult conversation. At the same time, you know she is right, and that she spoke out of care. <br> <br> <<you>> 'All right I will.' <span>You say, after taking another breath.</span> 'And thank you so much for your help.' <span>You add while giving her a truly grateful look.</span> <</you>> </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"> <img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu balcony.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/> <div class="box location-char-1"> <img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </div> </div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<you>> <span>You think about the best way to frame the issue for her.</span> 'Well, everything comes down to Sophie. When she and Adrian got together, I was very happy for him, but... living together for years was... taxing.' <span> You decide to start off slowly, as you don't want to make Sophie look too bad right from the start. </span> 'A couple of weeks ago, she convinced Adrian that I needed to move out of the house. This is why I was looking for a job by the way.' <</you>> Abigail gives you a nod. <br> <br> <<you>> 'This was understandable, but she... well she never respected me, and she really let me know. After our interview, we had a big argument. I managed to avoid Adrian's involvement, but it was just a matter of time before it would come to the surface.' <span> Your resentment seeps through your words, and you are constantly reminding yourself to slow down and lower your voice, as you don't want to seem excessively whiny to Abigail. </span> 'Then she... well, she and Adrian got me that appointment with Alana, the stylist, which was nice. But it did not last. When I came home from the stylist, I found her on Adrian's bed having sex with one of the movers'. <</you>> Abigail's eyes widen slightly at the revelation. <br> <br> <<you>> 'Yeah. I... confronted her about it and she was not even fazed. Like, she had been with Adrian for years, and she was not even sorry. I... felt that she was hurting him, so that evening I told Adrian everything'. <span> You pause, your anger quickly subsiding as you recall that last conversation. </span> 'He took it very badly. They argued and the nigth ended poorly, with her leaving and him telling me he wanted to be alone. I... I haven't talked to him since.' <span> You conclude, your gaze conveying the heavy burden you have carried so far. </span> <</you>> <<abigail>> <span>Abigail gives you a nod.</span> 'I can see why this is an urgent matter for you. All right, I will see to it that you are given permission to speak with him as soon as possible. Whatever happened with Sophie, it's pretty clear Adrian needs you as a friend.' <span>She speaks softly, with genuine care.</span> <</abigail>> <<you>> <span>Your voice breaks a bit as you reply.</span> 'Thank you, thank you so much!' <</you>> <<abigail>> 'You're welcome. Just make sure not to go into specifics about Noir Institution and Delvarma and you will be fine.' <</abigail>> </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu balcony.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">As you think about what to say to her, you are overwhelmed with feelings of guilt and shame. You sigh as you are trying to breathe, while your eyes are starting to fill with tears. <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Hey...'</span> Abigail speaks as she touches your hand from across the table <span style="color:#ac2676">'It's okay. I'm here for you, take your time.'</span> </div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I'm sorry.'</span> You finally manage to say. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I made such a mess of it all! I-I think I lost my only friend, and it's all my fault!'</span> You speak abruptly, letting out what you kept inside for so many days. </div> <div class="box abigail">Abigail gives you a compassionate look, and grasps your hand even tighter. <span style="color:#ac2676">'Look, $name, say no more. I can see that this has been eating at you. I'll see to it that you are granted permission as soon as possible so you can talk to your friends and fix your situation.'</span> As she speaks, you start sobbing, as relief takes over. </div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Thank you, thank you so much!'</span> You manage to say, suddeny feeling flustered with emotions.</div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'It's okay, don't worry about it. Just... well, don't mention specifics on Noir Institution or Delvarma, okay? If I get into trouble for this, I won't hold your hand anymore.'</span> You cannot help but smile at her joke and exaggerated pouty face. This helps calm you down: you take a deep breath as you blow your nose and wipe away your tears. Abigail helps you clean up and brings you a clean napkin. Once you have calmed down, she speaks again: <span style="color:#ac2676">'Look, I don't mean to pry, but it seems to me that you need to talk to someone about this. I can be that someone if you want to.'</span> Her words sound soothing, as you consider her proposition. </div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Unburden yourself and tell her everything|Abi assessment 2f1]]>>/<<set $abmeet to $abmeet+1>><<set $abistat to $abistat+2>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Thank her again but tell her you are not ready|Abi assessment 2f2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu balcony.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You briefly consider fessing up and admitting guilt, but you hold back. Not only Abigail does not need to know that, but it probably won't help you get access to Adrian quickly. So you take a deep breath and push back on those feelings. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Well... things were not good when I left. Adrian is my best friend and I lived with him... and Sophie, for years. We did not part on good terms and... I can't leave it like this.’</span> Your voice slightly breaks at the end as you don't quite manage to hold back your emotions. Abigail gives you a concerned look, so you decide to continue. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Living together with Adrian was messy, but we made it work. He-he means a lot to me and... it's my fault we argued.'</span> </div> <div class="box abigail">Abigail listens attentively, then nods. <span style="color:#ac2676">'All right, I'll see that you get permission as soon as possible. Just don't mention anything specific about Noir Institution or Delvarma and you should be good.’</span></div> <div class="box afeeee"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Thank you, thank you so much!'</span> You say, trying not to be overwhelmed with relief. </div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'It's no trouble. I understand that living accomodations may cause tensions, and taking it too far is... messy, as you put it.’</span> She pauses, looking uncertain. <span style="color:#ac2676">'I understand that something bad must have happened. I'll admit I'm curious to know more...'</span> She puts her hands up. <span style="color:#ac2676">'But I won't pry, clearly you do not feel ready to tell me, and I respect that.'</span> She speaks with adamant resolve, then her tone becomes softer, more caring <span style="color:#ac2676">'However, I would encourage you to talk about this with Tanya. She is a professional, she can probably help you untangle your feelings'.</span> </div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Thank you, I will make sure to do so at my next appointment with her'.</span> you reply thanking her with a smile.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu balcony.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Relationship with Ms Winters has increased@@</span></b></center></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $telladrian is 0>><div class="box you">You think about her question for a moment. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Well, obviously I would prefer to talk to Adrian. I would not exclude her though. Yes, there were tensions, and I'm not sure she... likes me... But still, she has not done anything to me that would warrant cutting her out completely.'</span> You explain, trying to sort out your complicated feelings for Sophie. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Honestly, now that we are out of each other's way, talking to her would be easier.'</span></div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'As I thought, it's nice to hear that, despite everything, you seem to care for both. Would you like to have a relationship like the one Adrian has?'</span> Abigail asks casually. </div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'W-well... I don't think I would like the... cheating part.'</span> You reply. </div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'I see. Interesting.'</span> Says Abigail with an amused smile.</div> <<else>><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'All right.'</span> You say begrudgingly. <span style="color:#afeeee">'It's just that... It's very personal... and...'</span> </div> <div class="box abigail">Abigail stops you with a gesture. <span style="color:#ac2676">'As I said, I'm just curious. I promise I won't judge you and that what you are about to say will stay with me.'</span> Reassured by her words, you take a sip before diving in. </div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'It's just that... I did something bad. I did not just see her... having sex, I... kept watching. For a while.'</span> The words struggle to come out, as you recount your moment of weakness. </div> Abigail is looking at you attentively and does not say anything, but you can briefly notice the corner of her mouth curving into a fleeting smile. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'She already accused me of doing so in the past, <<if $interview is 2>>and I've never peeked on her before. <<elseif $admit is 0 or 1>>and I briefly saw her with Adrian but did not... stay to watch...<<else>>and... well, I already did it once before when she was with Adrian...<</if>> This time though I... had no excuse. So, when she confronted me she was furious. She told me she... needed to teach me a lesson.'</span></div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Oh?'</span> Abigail says, and immediately adds <span style="color:#ac2676">'Sorry, please continue.'</span></div> <div class="box you">Again, you notice she looks quite fascinated with your tale. <span style="color:#afeeee">'So she took out a plastic... cage for... a penis...'</span></div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Wait, she put you in a chastity cage? Sorry, sorry I keep interrupting.'</span> Abigail speaks quickly and apologises just as fast. </div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Well, basically yes. She said for one night only.</span> As you talk you realise it was odd for Sophie to have such a specific device at the ready. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I was not... enthusiastic... at the idea but... I know what I did was wrong and... well it was just one night, the... punishment seemed... fitting.'</span> You start looking around the room, desperate for a corner or a hole to bury yourself in shame, but Abigail comes to your rescue. </div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'This is a much more interesting story than I thought, thank you again for telling me. I have to say, for someone who did not think much of you, she chose quite the intimate... punishment.'</span> She speaks with a kind, gentle tone, but her eyes are still eager to hear more. </div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'It-it was.'</span> You say, recalling the rather intense sensation of her hands putting the device on you. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Anyway, I did not tell on her and she did not mention anything to Adrian, so... I did a few chores for her, had a good evening and said my goodbyes to both. The morning after I put the key in the... tiny lock and it did not open.'</span> </div> <div class="box abigail">You take a sip, when Abigail interrupts you again. <span style="color:#ac2676">'Wait, she gave you the key?'</span> She asks for clarification. </div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes, she put it in an envelope, but when I tried it the morning after it I realized it was not the right key. I... panicked, ran downstairs and found her waiting. She... It was weird... She seemed surprised I had just found out about it and... gave me the key without question... and was... almost nice? She then said goodbye and told me to keep in touch.'</span> </div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'So...'</span> Abigail starts talking while still putting together the story in her head. <span style="color:#ac2676">'You had the cage on all night but only tried to unlock it in the morning?'</span> </div> <div class="box you">You nod. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes, that was the agreement with Sophie.'</span> You explain, still unsure about that strange morning. </div> <div class="box abigail">Abigail seems to understand something. <span style="color:#ac2676">'Well, I think she was not expecting to keep your word. She pulled the switch with the key, which is kind of devious and was surprised it was not needed. By the way, I think you made the right call in accepting the punishment. Yes, you should not have peeped on her, but in the end it worked out, so she will probably forgive you in the future.'</span>. She pauses for a moment, looking you in the eyes with an unusually intense gaze <span style="color:#ac2676">'Your story shows... a strong level of... commitment, yes, let's put it like that. I am impressed.'</span> She says, maintaining that intense look. Is she flirting? You think as you smile back and thank her once more.</div><</if>></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu balcony.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<if $abigailadrian is 1>><<changeMaleAttraction 5>><</if>><div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $telladrian is 0>><div class="box you">You think about her question for a moment. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Well, I would just talk to Adrian. If she is present... well... then yes, but otherwise I would not keep in touch. There has been a lot of bad blood and to be honest I don't think she is... good for him.'</span> You explain, trying to sort out your complicated feelings for Sophie. </div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'As I thought, sorry to hear that things got this bad. Maybe you will get a chance to mend fences. Would you like to have a relationship like the one Adrian has?'</span> Abigail asks casually. </div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'W-well... I don't think I would like the... cheating part.'</span> You reply. </div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'I see. Interesting.'</span> Says Abigail with an amused smile.</div> <<else>> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Thank you again but I would rather keep it to myself. Maybe in the future, once we know each other better.'</span> You say, trying not to upset her. You can tell she is curious about it, but she does not insist. </div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'That is fair enough. I hope one day to hear the rest of the story. And maybe you will hear some of mine too. I have memorable things from my time in London.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'You lived in London?'</span> You ask perking up. </div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Yes, I... Went to boarding school there. Rich family, distant parents, you know how it is.'</span> You both sit in silence for a minute. you feel giddy about working closely with someone who has lived in London, at least it will give you something to talk about.</div><</if>></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 3]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"> <img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu balcony.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/> <div class="box location-char-1"> <img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </div> </div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<you>> 'I think so.' <span>You nod, wrapping your head around the scope of the matter.</span> <</you>> <<abigail>> 'Good. To accompany the internal economy, communication to the world outside is limited during term times. I saw that you tried to send an email outside of the campus network, and had to read it. For the time being your movements and what you can send to people are going to be somewhat limited, it's policy for new employees.' <span> Her tone sounds a bit apologetic, probably due to the fact that she read your private message. </span> 'But there is no need to be unduly rigid. Tell me a bit about this Adrian and, after a bit of background research, I will grant him access. Again, this is a process, so it might take some time.' <span> Her voice is once again calm and controlled, as she didactically talks you through the process. </span> 'So, we...' <</abigail>> <<you>> 'Wait.' <span>You interrupt her.</span> 'Can you speed it up in any way? I really need to talk to him.' <span>Your tone is agitated, almost pleading.</span> <</you>> It's been a few days and only now you realise how much you are actually missing him. The thought of not being able to talk to him for a while immediately spikes your anxiety. Abigail leans in and gives you a concerned look. You take the final sip of your drink and once again it is replaced within a matter of seconds. <br> <br> <<abigail>> 'All right.' <span> She says, and smiles. You immediately relax, comforted by the fact that she seems to take you seriously. </span> 'I can tell from your reaction that this is important. Tell me what the issue is and I'll see what I can do.' <</abigail>> <<if $telladrian is 0 or $chastity is 1>> You think about why you are getting so riled up, considering it's just been a few days, and, despite the tensions with Sophie, you parted on good terms. It's probably due to the fact that you were used to living with them. For good or bad, they shared a part of your life, and that is now just gone. <<elseif $telladrian is 1 and $chastity isnot 0>> You think of the people you left behind. You have no idea if Adrian forgave Sophie, or how he is coping with all of it. You really need to know how he is doing. <<else>> Your mind goes back to the last evening you spent at your place, and how bad things had got, and you immediately have to make an effort to hold back the tears. You repress the overwhelming feeling of guilt and focus instead on the most urgent issue. No matter your guilt, you need to know they are okay, and you can't do it if you are barred from contacting Adrian. <</if>> </div> <<if $telladrian is 0 or $chastity is 1>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Tell her it's just a personal matter|Abi assessment 2a]]>>/<<set $ablie to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Tell her about your issues with Sophie|Abi assessment 2b]]>>/<<set $abmeet to $abmeet+1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Center your argument on the closeness between you and Adrian|Abi assessment 2c]]>>/<<set $abigailadrian to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <<elseif $telladrian is 1 and $chastity isnot 0>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Tell her it's personal|Abi assessment 2a]]>>/<<set $ablie to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Tell her about Adrian's issues with Sophie|Abi assessment 2d]]>>/<<set $abmeet to $abmeet+1>><<set $abigailadrian to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Talk about Sophie forcing the situation|Abi assessment 2e]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Tell her it's a personal matter|Abi assessment 2a]]>>/<<set $ablie to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Open up to her and tell her the story |Abi assessment 2f]]>>/<<set $abmeet to $abmeet+1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Keep it vague and talk about the difficult living conditions|Abi assessment 2g]]>>/<<set $abigailadrian to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu balcony.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<set $pantiesreveal to 0>><div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Shall we go in?'</span> Abigail said, finishing off her drink, before turning to enter the restaurant.</div> You followed suit before scurrying to catch up. <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Umu, along with many of the higher establishments here offer private rooms, we'll be able to conduct our talk in an environment that allows us any intimacy we desire.'</span> She informs you, leading you to a set of double doors. <span style="color:#ac2676">'Not even the wait staff will bother us without us requesting them to do so.'</span></div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/locations/umu room.jpg" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You enter a room with its own private balcony and floor-to-ceiling windows covering two of the walls. A long marble table spans the length of the room with enough chairs around it to seat twenty. Abigail gestures for you to take a seat and proceeds to sit at the table in front of you. She crosses her legs over one another, showing off their shapely form beneath the silken material of her dress. Resting a tablet on her legs, she signs in while leaning back on her other hand. Two drinks are already waiting, the same ones you were drinking on the balcony, and you take a sip of yours while you wait for Abigail to begin your meeting. <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'I would really appreciate an honest conversation this evening, from the both of us. I would like to gather all of your thoughts and for you to hear mine, if we accomplish that, perhaps we can devise some sort of… reward?’</span> She flashes a bright smile. <span style="color:#ac2676">‘Now then, If you're comfortable then we'll begin. Are you aware of how Noir Institution began and its working relations with Delmarva University?'</span> She asks, turning her attention to you.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Um... No, not really, sorry Miss, oh... Abigail.' </span>You correct yourself.</div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'No matter. Noir Institution began as a research branch funded by the University. Upon our success, we were able to split off and form a private company, while maintaining our close ties with the University.'</span> She pauses, allowing you to digest the information. <span style="color:#ac2676">'Through vigorous research into human psychology and physiology we were able to divise a means of perfecting the role of any individual... Have you heard the saying, that if you judge a fish by it's ability to climb, then it will go it's whole life believing it is stupid?'</span></div> You shake your head. <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'In this context, I mean it to say that everyone has something that they can be great at, whether it's cleaning bathrooms or running a top-tier law firm. The trick then is to find what an individual is best at; what they were made to do. That is where we come in.'</span></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 3 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"> <img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/> <div class="box location-char-1"> <img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </div> </div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> A waiter comes in with a wonderful-looking sushi plate, each roll expertly crafted, each piece of fish glistening. <div class="image-ls"> <center> <img src="media/chapter 4/abi assessment 3.jpg" style="width: 595px;"> </center> </div> <<abigail>> <span>Abigail takes a few notes on her pad.</span> 'Let's eat.’ <span> She says while pouring a generous serving of soy sauce into a side bowl. </span> <</abigail>> <<if $mia is 1>> <<abigail>> 'I think I spotted you from afar on your first day. You were hanging out with Mia, if I'm not mistaken. Do the two of you get along?' <span>She asks casually.</span> <</abigail>> Your mind goes to that foggy, jet-lagged afternoon and that strange interaction. You are thinking about your answer when you put a piece of sushi in your mouth and are overwhelmed by its delicate, nuanced flavour. <br> <br> <<you>> 'This is absolutely delicious!' <span> You say as it melts in your mouth. Abigail smiles as you continue. </span> 'When I arrived she was very welcoming, and... well I did not want to go to sleep because of the jet lag. So, when I saw her I thought we could hang out' <span> You say with manifest incredulity as you savour the lingering flavour. </span> 'So, we hung out until I had to go to the doctor. Did you need me for something?' <</you>> <<abigail>> 'Oh, no, I was looking for Mia, actually, but it worked out without her.' <span>She pauses, pondering something.</span> 'I am curious, and since we are getting to know one another... What is your impression of Mia?' <span> She carefully enunciates every word of the question, and you get the sense that there is more behind the question. </span> <</abigail>> You take another bite of another sushi, the fish on top looking like a gem gleaming with shine and vibrant colour. You let out a sigh as the subtle tastes take you on a journey of flavour. <br> <br> <<elseif $winter is 1>> <<set $abmeet to $abmeet+1>> <<abigail>> 'So, when we met on the first day, what were you up to?' <span>She asks casually.</span> <</abigail>> <<you>> 'Well, I-I was trying to fight the urge to go to sleep, because of the jet lag, you know? So I went out and <<if $tell is 1>> saw Mia<<else>> went for a walk<</if>>, I wanted to kill some time before the doctor's appointment and then I... we met.' <span> You stumble through the answer. Putting a piece of sushi in your mouth, you are overwhelmed by its delicate, nuanced flavour. </span> 'This. Is. Delicious!' <</you>> <<abigail>> <span>Abigail smiles.</span> 'Thank you for lending your help with Lester'. <span> She says while dipping a piece of sashimi in the sauce and putting it between her full lips with an elegant movement of the chopsticks. </span> <</abigail>> <<you>> 'It’s no problem. I felt I did not do much.' <</you>> <<abigail>> 'Don't sell yourself short. Lester sometimes sees me as the villain, so... I decided to play the part and got some eye candy to appeal to him.' <span> You cough in surprise as you take a sip of drink but her joking smile puts you at ease. </span> 'What did you think about him?' <span> She speaks casually, but you catch a glint in her eyes. You get the feeling that she has a special interest in your opinion of Lester. </span> <</abigail>> <<else>> <<abigail>> 'So, I was actually here when you flew in, on your first day. I walked around but I did not see you. I assumed you went to sleep and then to your appointment with Tanya?' <span>She speaks casually.</span> <</abigail>> You recall that hectic day and your hopeless battle with the washing machine. Despite the embarrassment, you cannot help but smile at the complete absurdity of it all. <br> <br> <<abigail>> 'What?' <span>She asks, noticing you smile.</span> <</abigail>> <<you>> 'Well, I... I wanted to sleep but... well the washing machine at my apartment broke down, so I had to...' <span> As you talk you put a piece of sushi in your mouth and are overwhelmed by its delicate, nuanced flavour. </span> 'This is delicious!' <</you>> Abigail smiles as she elegantly grabs a piece of sashimi with her chopsticks. <br> <br> <<you>> 'Anyway, I had to wait for the janitors to fix it, and barely made it to the appointment with the doctor, though thankfully she was not upset.' <</you>> <<abigail>> 'Ah, don't worry, Tanya is quite relaxed about it. Don't be late with me though.' <span>She raises an eyebrow, then immediately smiles.</span> 'You said janitors. Plural?' <</abigail>> <<you>> <span>You nod.</span> 'I can’t remember the first one, but the second one was called Lester.' <</you>> <<abigail>> 'So, you met Lester! Interesting, he is... an interesting sort, and more important than it might appear at first glance. Did you talk to him at all?' <span> Again she speaks casually, though you catch an unusual focus in her tone. </span> <</abigail>> <</if>> </div> <<if $mia is 1>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Remain generic and just talk about the conversation|Abi assessment 3a]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Thoroughly describe your opinion on Mia|Abi assessment 3b]]>>/<<set $abmeet to $abmeet+1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Keep her talking and try to get to what she really means|Abi assessment 3c]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<elseif $winter is 1>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Tell her your opinion on the meeting and the man|Abi assessment 3d]]>><<set $abmeet to $abmeet+1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Talk about the meeting but be vague about Lester|Abi assessment 3e]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Dodge and ask if “eye candy” gets any privileges|Abi assessment 3f]]>>/<<set $abistat to $abistat+2>>/<</button>>@@</div> <<else>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Talk about Lester but keep vague on the details|Abi assessment 3g]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Share your opinion on Lester and the panties situation|Abi assessment 3h]]>>/<<set $abmeet to $abmeet+1>><<set $abigailpanties to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Dodge and try to ascertain why she is interested in him|Abi assessment 3i]]>><</button>>@@</div> <</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you">You decide not to go into too much detail, after all the encounter seemed pretty inconsequential. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Well, she seems friendly... and... bubbly?'</span> You say, cracking a smile. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Her friends looked somewhat... intimidating but they were welcoming enough. I was very tired though, so I wasn’t paying much attention.'</span> You conclude while attacking another row of sushi. </div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'That's fine, I was just wondering... Well it doesn’t matter. I am glad that you are making friends already, and Mia clearly likes you.'</span> There is a moment of silence as you both focus on eating the amazing food.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 4]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I like her. Her friends seemed... a bit pushy, but they were friendly to me.'</span> You say, swallowing a particularly lovely bite and looking for another of the same. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Mia talks a lot, but she feels genuine to me.'</span> You add after thinking about it for a moment. </div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'I would agree.'</span> Says Abigail nodding. <span style="color:#ac2676">'I never truly interacted with her beyond a surface level, but I got that feeling as well.'</span> She adds. <span style="color:#ac2676">'She looks a lot happier now than she was when I first saw her. I don't know if you are aware but she came in as a patient, as part of a clinical trial.’</span></div> <<if $miaknowledge is 1>><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes, Jamerson mentioned it. Do you know about her condition?'</span> You inquire, trying to sound casual.</div> <div class="box abigail">Abigail gives you a curious look, then says: <span style="color:#ac2676">'I am not sure, Jamerson oversaw the trial.'</span> She explains. <span style="color:#ac2676">'It's not my place to tell, but I can say that, from what I saw, she has improved a great deal. Honestly, it's kind of heartwarming to see her blossom here at the Institute.'</span> She pauses, then adds. <span style="color:#ac2676">'Jamerson may be a bit... headstrong... but he knows what he is doing.'</span></div> <<else>><<set $miaknowledge to 1>><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh, I did not know that, was it serious?'</span> You ask with a note of apprehension. </div> <div class="box abigail">Abigail gives you a curious look, then says: <span style="color:#ac2676">'Well, it's not my place to say. I did not see much though, Jamerson was the one who oversaw the trial. What I saw was... she has improved a great deal.'</span> She says with a serious look on her face. <span style="color:#ac2676">'Honestly, it has been kind of heartwarming to see her blossom here at the Institute. Jamerson is... well, Jamerson, but he knows what he is doing.'</span> She concludes with a smile. </div><</if>> <<if $mialunch is 1>><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I had lunch with Mia on the next day and we kept talking even afterwards.'</span> You add, continuing to answer her previous question. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I think she is opening up to me, but, I don't know, it feels like she is holding something back.'</span></div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Well, look at you, already making friends! I am sure she will open up in time if you are there for her.'</span> Abigail concludes by raising her glass. <span style="color:#ac2676">'To new friends!'</span> Your glasses clink together as you both drink.</div> <<else>><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I have seen her around but we haven’t hung out since. I... would like to know more about her. Perhaps one day she will tell me.'</span></div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Perhaps one day she will, if she trusts you enough. And I am sure there will be chances for you to spend more time together.'</span> She raises her glass and you both drink. </div><</if>></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 4]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"> <img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/> <div class="box location-char-1"> <img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </div> </div> <<changeWillpower 2>> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<you>> <span> You decide to circumvent the question and try to get more information out of her. </span> 'Well, I don't know much about her, to be honest. She seems friendly but I don't know her enough to have an opinion, not yet at least.' <span>You pause to take a sip, then continue.</span> 'I get the feeling she’s not telling me something?' <</you>> <<abigail>> <span>Abigail gives a thoughtful look.</span> 'I don't know much about her either, Jamerson gave her the job. But she does feel genuine to me, so either she is not hiding anything or she is an extremely dedicated performer.' <span>She pauses for a moment.</span> 'Anyway, while I don't think your suspicion is founded, it is always wise to keep an eye out for these things.' <span>She adds with a smile.</span> <</abigail>> <<you>> 'Thank you. I hope to be able to keep helping you in the future... after the training I mean.' <span>You say, hoping not to sound too bold.</span> <</you>> <<abigail>> <span>She gives you a warm smile and replies.</span> 'Duly noted.' <span> You can't help but notice a curious glint in her eyes like she is thinking about something specific. </span> <</abigail>> </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 4]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"><center><b><span style="color:#1a1a1a">@@.pulse;Relationship with Lester Brooks has increased@@</span></b></center></div><<set $lesstat to $lesstat+2>> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you">You think for a moment, then reply. <span style="color:#afeeee">'It was interesting to see something like that on my first day. It felt like... a lot of internal politics.'</span> You mention hesitantly. </div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Yes, there is a lot of that in the Institution. Jamerson is the once and future King and as such likes his house... divided, in the interest of growth. I hope you weren’t uncomfortable.'</span> </div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh, no, it's totally fine!'</span> You quickly reply. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Lester seemed focused and a rather important person. <<if $lesterlunch is 1>> From what I have seen though he does janitorial work, right?<<else>> We haven’t spoken since, what does he do here?<</if>>'</span> You ask.</div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676"><<if $lesterlunch is 1>>Yes, but he is also in charge of Manufacturing, so he decides when things are built and how.<<else>>Well, he sometimes does janitorial work but most of his job is in Manufacturing. To put it plainly, he is the one who decides when things are built and how.<</if>> Hence my visit, I wanted to make sure that my project would not get delayed.'</span> Abigail explains, neatly setting her chopsticks down. </div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh, I see. Well, he... did not seem hostile to you... however, he looked at me... strangely. I don't know, I got a... weird vibe from him.<<if $lesterlunch is 1>> However, later I met him at lunch and he was friendly and... amicable.<</if>>'</span> You say as you try your best to convey your impressions. </div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Oh, don't worry about that, knowing him I think he likes you<<if $lesterlunch is 1>> and what he said afterwards proves it. Had you not been in his graces, he would not have talked to you<</if>>. I think he is just frustrated, and I can understand him. He is quite an important figure in NI, I would say as important as Jamerson and I. But he has almost no say in what the Institution does. Anyway, thank you for sharing your impressions.'</span> </div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 4]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you">You aren’t sure how to respond, so you decide not to go into too much detail. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I don't know, I... I'm sorry... but I was very jetlagged that day and did not pay much attention. Although... he appeared... resentful of us somehow?'</span> You say hoping it will suffice. </div> <div class="box abigail">Abigail looks briefly at you, then smiles. <span style="color:#ac2676">'It's fine, I am the one who should be sorry for dragging you there to play good cop. You are correct though, he is a bit resentful, and I... Well, it does not matter, let's just say that he is... unsatisfied with his current position.'</span> She concludes rather abruptly.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 4]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You ponder whether you should tell her your impressions or not. The question seems harmless enough, but you can't shake the feeling that there is some hidden agenda behind that. So, you decide to focus on something else. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Well, I... I'm so glad I already graduated from newly-hired to eye-candy, and on my first day too!'</span> You say laughing. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Does the position come with any special privileges?'</span> You ask jokingly. </div> <div class="box abigail">Abigal laughs at your comments and then gives you a sly look. <span style="color:#ac2676">'Indeed that is quite the early career boost.'</span> She says continuing your joke. <span style="color:#ac2676">'As for special privileges... well, since you are being so cheeky, we will see about that...'</span> She trails off. As she reaches out to another sushi platter-neatly setting her chopsticks down, her other hand casually traces her necklace leading down her cleavage. </div> You quickly avert your gaze, heat rising, not sure whether it was random or if she was teasing on purpose.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 4]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you">You don't feel like sharing too many details of your embarrassing encounter with Lester, after all, it does not seem to be all that important. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Well, nothing much. He came in shortly after the other janitor had begun working on the washing machine. We talked a bit while they were working and then I left to meet the doctor. He seemed friendly enough to me, I think he mentioned he is head custodian at Delvarma?'</span> You sum up briefly.</div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Yes, though he is also in charge of Manufacturing at Noir Institution, he decides when things are built.'</span> Explains Abigail with a smile. <span style="color:#ac2676">'He can be frustrating to deal with, but he seems friendly enough when it's not about work.'</span> She keeps going after taking a sip. <span style="color:#ac2676">'Anyway, I don't think you should be worried about him, but it's good you met him early. I would say that he is one of the most important people at Noir Institution beyond Jamerson and myself.'</span> She concludes.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 4]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"> <img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/> <div class="box location-char-1"> <img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </div> </div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<set $pantiesreveal to 1>> <<you>> <span> You think about the encounter and decide to come clean, after all, it's better not to hide things from Abigail. Not only is she your boss, but she has been extremely agreeable so far. </span> 'Well, he came in while the other janitor had begun working on the washing machine. He was... friendly... if a bit forward... but that is probably my fault, I was still in my bathrobe after taking a shower.' <</you>> <<abigail>> 'Oh?' <span>Says Abigail, raising an eyebrow.</span> 'Did they comment on it?' <span>She asks after a moment.</span> <</abigail>> <<you>> 'Well... yes, they joked about it briefly. But I... Well, I postponed dressing up because...' <span>You trail off in embarrassment.</span> <</you>> <<abigail>> 'It's okay. I can promise you what you tell me won't leave this room.' <span>Abigail speaks in a soothing tone, sensing your discomfort.</span> <</abigail>> <<you>> <span> You take a big sip from your drink, taking your confidence from the alcohol before continuing. </span> 'Well... Adrian's girlfriend... well, she... played a prank on me and took out all the... underwear... from my suitcase... and replaced it with... feminine ones. I... I didn't know what to do... I tried to recover the boxers I had put in the machine... and it was a mess. In the end I ended up <<if $panties is 1>> wearing a pair… <<else>> buying a new pair from the college store, but they only had feminine ones there too! <</if>>' <span>You conclude, your face flushed with shame.</span> <</you>> <<abigail>> <span>Abigail sits quietly for a few seconds, then says:</span> 'Thank you for sharing this with me. This sounds like quite a mean prank. <<if $chastityknow is 1>> Was this also part of that... punishment? <<else>> Was there a reason for this? I don't mean to pry, but as far as pranks go, it looks very... specific. <</if>>' <</abigail>> <<you>> <<if $chastityknow is 1>> 'Well, yes. I think this was planned in advance, while the... chastity... thing was improvised <<else>> 'Well, it's because... <<if $peek is 1>> I spied on her and Adrian having sex.' <<else>> I briefly saw them having sex and denied it when she questioned me about it.' <</if>> <</if>> <</you>> <<abigail>> <span>Abigail paused for a long while as she mulled something over.</span> 'I'm going to ask you something and I want you to consider it. It will help me form my opinion on the matter.' <span>She pauses again before asking.</span> 'Would you show me your underwear? Not all of it, obviously, unless you wish to.' <</abigail>> You pause, the alcohol in your system, makes the request seem less ridiculous. <br> <br> <<if $panties is 3>> <<you>> I'm not wearing the ones she gave me. I bought new ones because the others were too… skimpy.' <</you>> <<abigail>> 'Oh?' <span> Abigail muses as she places a finger beneath the top of the slit of her dress. </span> 'I assume you bought yourself something a little more conservative? Did she give you something like these?' <span> As she speaks she drags the slit up her thigh, revealing just a sliver of her thin lacey panties. </span> <</abigail>> You stare in shock unable to think straight at the sight of her smooth thigh leading up to a small section of Abigail's panties. You simply nod in response, words eluding you and Abigail lets her dress drop. <br> <br> <</if>> <<abigail>> 'A sliver, it’ll help me decide if her “punishment” was fitting of what you did. Else, I’d have no idea whether she had overreacted or not.' <span> Abigail pushes gently. <<if $willpower gte 2>> Though, as you look up, you swear you catch a glint of delight in her eyes. <</if>> </span> <</abigail>> You swallow, though you find yourself getting to your feet. Obeying mechanically, you unbuckle your belt and undo your trousers. You hesitate for a moment as your brain attempts to think rationally. Your thumbs slide into the hem of your trousers and you shuffle them down, working them around your hips, revealing a large section of your panties. <br> <br> <<abigail>> 'I see. Again, I am aware this is not easy. But let me ask two questions: first, do you find female underwear truly uncomfortable? Second, do you think you deserved punishment?' <</abigail>> You pull up your trousers before answering. <br> <br> </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Say you don't mind wearing them, and you deserved it|Abi assessment 3h1]]>>/<<set $abmeet to $abmeet+1>><<set $pantiesaccept to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Say you don't like wearing them, but you deserved it|Abi assessment 3h2]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Say you don't like wearing them, and did not deserve it|Abi assessment 3h3]]>><<set $abmeet to $abmeet-1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Say you don't mind wearing them, but did not deserve it|Abi assessment 3h4]]>><<set $pantiesaccept to 1>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">Well, not much, he came in shortly after the other janitor and they both started working on the washing machine. He said he was the... head custodian at Delvarma?'</span> You ask. </div> <div class="box abigail">Abigail nods. <span style="color:#ac2676">'Yes, that is his position. However, within Noir Institution, he is basically in charge of Manufacturing, so... he can make things... difficult if he wants to.'</span> She adds with a smile. </div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh.'</span> You say, seizing the moment to shift the topic. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Difficult? In what sense? Isn't Jamerson in charge?'</span></div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Yes, but Noir Institution needs... a lot for Jamerson's experiments. Pharmaceuticals, hardware, auxiliary personnel, et cetera, and it all needs to come together. Lester Brooks is the guy who gets it done, so to speak.'</span> Says Abigail while mulling her drink. </div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'He does seem quite important.'</span> You interject.</div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Indeed. And he is also damn good at what he does. And...'</span> She trails off, seemingly hesitating, but then keeps going. <span style="color:#ac2676">'Well, he seems quite frustrated, especially lately. And I can understand him: Noir Institution would not be what it is today without him, I would even say that he is one of the most important people here after Jamerson. But he is also completely excluded from decision-making.'</span> </div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Couldn't Jamerson change that?'</span> You ask. </div> <div class="box abigail">Abigail smiles at you, then replies: <span style="color:#ac2676">'Not while Jamerson is in charge, he does not like to share power.'</span></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 4]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"> <img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/> <div class="box location-char-1"> <img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </div> </div> <<if $afternoonoff isnot 1>> <div class="box relationship mini-br-after"> <center> <b> <span style="color:#1a1a1a"> @@.pulse;Relationship with Ms Winters has increased@@ </span> </b> </center> </div> <</if>> <div class="box mini-br-after"> Abigail taps a few things on her tablet, then takes another bite. She does so slowly, almost regally, each movement of the chopstick harmoniously flowing, before setting her utensils down with finality, signalling her finishing. You follow suit and lay your chopsticks down. Without a word, she shifts all the empty plates and drinks out of the way, before taking a seat on the table, directly in front of you. A little confused, you shift your chair backwards giving Abigail room to cross one of her shapely legs over the other. <br> <br> <<abigail>> 'I interviewed some people about you, and they all had good things to say, you definitely made an impression.' <span> She pauses to stress the point, then goes on.</span> 'Let's start with Zoey: <<if $laugh is 1>> she was initially a bit cautious about you, I guess she wanted to know more before passing judgment, but she wants to work with you, which is what is important. <<else>> she already thinks you are a good fit, which is rare praise from her, so I don't think you will have any issues. <</if>> <<if $work1 is 1>> <<set $abmeet to $abmeet+1>> She mentioned how eager you were to learn the basics of your job. This kind of commitment is greatly appreciated. <<else>> She mentioned she was able to teach you without any issues. <</if>> Overall, I'd say a <<if $laugh is 0 and $work1 is 1>>great <<elseif $laugh is 1 and $work1 is 0>>decent <<else>>good <</if>> <<if $zoeylunch is 1>> start. Oh, she also mentioned you two had lunch. I’m sure if she hasn’t already, she’ll show you, Cafe Leo.' <<else>> start.' <</if>> <span> She smiles and takes a sip and lets her one of her heels slip off, and dangles it on her toes. </span> <</abigail>> <<abigail>> <<if $coachlie is 0 and $gymkit is 1>> <<set $abmeet to $abmeet +1>> 'Moving on, I spoke to Coach Nelson and I think he likes you. His words were "polite and disciplined", which is high praise coming from him.' <span> Says Abigail, doing a stilted, yet passable impression of the coach's gravelly tone and laughing at her effort. </span> 'He is actually pretty nice once you get to know him, I would say keep training with him as much as you can. He also told me that he recommended yoga classes for you. I would say follow his program as much as you can, remember that if it is too much it's all right to tell him so. Trust me, he won't mind, after all your health is his priority.' <<elseif $coachlie is 1 or $gymkit is 0>> 'Moving on, Coach Nelson... Well, your first impression was not the greatest. He seems to think you didn't want to work with him. Look, I get that his disposition can be… off-putting. He served in the military and can be strict. Ultimately though, your physical health is his primary concern. Do try to be more accommodating with him: trust me when I say it will make things easier down the line, and trust him to guide you.' <span>She concludes with a smile.</span> <<else>> 'Coach Nelson... I think he likes you, though he was not impressed. It's understandable, a lot of changes recently.' <span>She says in a sympathetic tone.</span> 'With that said, do try to work with him. He can be overly... strict... but your physical health is his primary concern, and getting along with him will make things easier down the line.' <</if>> <</abigail>> You think back to the clothing Coach had given you to wear. Everyone else had been wearing similar attire and it had been comfortable. You nod and smile, to reassure her. <br> <br> <<abigail>> ‘Good. Trust him to guide you and trust me when I say it’s all in your best interest.’ <span>She concludes with a smile.</span> <</abigail>> <<you>> ‘I will.’ <span> You say, given that her assessment overall seems to make sense.</span> <</you>> <<abigail>> 'Finally, let's talk about Dr Tanya. First of all, I heard you have been a bit sick. Are you feeling better? <</abigail>> <<you>> 'Yes, thank you. It was... low blood pressure, the doctor said. All the changes took their toll on my health... Thankfully I am feeling much better now.' <span>You reply, reassuring her.</span> <</you>> <<abigail>> 'Good to hear. <<if $afternoonoff is 1>> And for the future, do not be scared to ask for a half-day off if you are a bit under the weather. I'd prefer you to take a day off rather than make a mistake while being sick at work.' <<else>> <<set $abmeet to $abmeet+2>> <<set $abistat to $abistat+2>> For the future, I do not mind if someone takes a day off: I'd prefer you to take a day off rather than make a mistake while being sick at work. But, with that being said, your commitment is greatly appreciated.' <</if>> <span>She concludes with a smile.</span> <</abigail>> <<abigail>> 'You mentioned that you were hoping to be more confident?' <span> She asks, as she casually lets her heel fall, revealing her slender feet. </span> 'Would you like to tell me what that looks like to you?' <</abigail>> <<you>> <span> You're distracted by the soft curves of her ankle leading to perfect toes as you try to gather your thoughts. </span> 'I think... What I was trying to say was, that I'm tired of feeling socially awkward. I hate silences and not knowing what to say. I'm not concerned with having lots of friends, but I'd like to have strong friendships.' <</you>> <<abigail>> <span>She nods as she stretches her ankles and points her toes.</span> 'Awkward silences when you're dating someone new?' <</abigail>> <div class="image-ls"> <center> <img src="media/chapter 4/abi assessment 4.gif" style="width: 595px;"> </center> </div> <<you>> 'Exactly.' <span>You admit.</span> 'Though this… more than dating, I am… always uncomfortable in social situations. I think my fear of silences, makes me… weird.' <</you>> </div> <div class="buttonbox"> @@.btnUI;<<button [[Tell her you felt too ashamed to admit it|Abi assessment 4 2]]>><</button>>@@ </div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<changeWillpower -2>> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Well, I...'</span> You stop, uncertain, as you ponder how you feel. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I guess... I mean, it...'</span> You curse yourself for your sudden inability to speak. </div> <div class="box abigail">Thankfully, Abigail comes to your rescue. <span style="color:#ac2676">'Let me help. You thought wearing them would be something that changes... no, that would taint you forever. But after wearing them for a while, they are just underwear and they are actually comfortable?'</span> She speaks slowly, in that soothing tone that immediately calms you. </div> <div class="box you">You take a sip as you collect your thoughts. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Well… Yeah, kind of. I thought that I would... well, hate is a strong word, but... dislike it... and then it was fine... I mean, not fine but...'</span></div> <div class="box abigail">Abigail grinned and stopped you with a hand gesture. <span style="color:#ac2676">'It's all right. I would suggest you keep wearing them. They complement your outfit nicely and... well, if it's fine, you should keep doing it, trying new things and all that jazz.'</span> She adds with a smile. You catch a hint of genuine care in her eyes, maybe... You impressed her? <span style="color:#ac2676">'And regarding question number two?'</span> </div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh, right.'</span> You say, getting back on track. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Well, I-I...I think I did something bad. <<if $admit is 0>> Even though it wasn't on purpose, I-I can see why she would want to... punish me<<elseif $chastity is 1>> I can see why she would want something... I mean it seems excessive after... the chastity thing... but... I understand her anger<<else>> I-I mean, I... watched... in a moment of intimacy... when she was vulnerable, like she said, and I... I understand her anger<</if>>.'</span> You manage to finally say. </div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'It takes courage to admit your mistakes, and I commend you for that. I understand why you did it: the thrill, the curiosity, believe me, I get it. Let's hope you learned your lesson... or I might have to punish you myself.'</span> She laughs at your flushed face and you immediately relax. </div></div> <<if $pantiesreveal is 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 4]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 5]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<changeWillpower -2>> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes, I do. It's embarrassing, humiliating and shameful! And now I have to wear this constant reminder...'</span> </div> <div class="box abigail">Abigail interrupts you with a gesture. <span style="color:#ac2676">'Wait, you have to?'</span> She asks. You silently curse yourself for your slip. </div> <div class="box you">You take a moment and breathe before replying. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Well, I couldn't find...'</span> You want to say that you were not able to replace them, but you catch yourself. And you start thinking about what the real reason might be. <span style="color:#afeeee">'It's j-just... I mean I get why she did it. I may not like it but... If I... put up with it... I could... be better.'</span> As you say this you just want to disappear in your chair. </div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'I admire your willingness to... put up with it... and the desire to improve yourself, of course. I think overall it's a healthy attitude. While she obviously wanted to teach you a lesson with this, it's important to remember that this does not need to be something that will change you dramatically. From my perspective, they do not have to mean anything.'</span> She pauses before adding mischievously. <span style="color:#ac2676">'Plus, they go really well with your new clothes. Just saying.'</span> She concludes putting up her hands.</div></div> <<if $pantiesreveal is 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 4]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 5]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<changeWillpower 2>> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes, I do. It's humiliating. And it's also unjustified. <<if $admit is 0>>I didn’t even see anything specific, I just realized what was happening and backed off!<<else>><<set $ablie to 1>>I didn’t even see anything, I backed off as soon as I realized that no one was in pain.<</if>><<if $chastity is 1>> And to make matters worse, I even agreed to that chastity thing, she had no right to do something like that!<</if>>'</span> You lash out angrily, and immediately regret it, as you fear Abigail could be angry at you. </div> <div class="box abigail">She lowers her gaze and shrugs, looking... disappointed? That somehow makes you feel even worse. Then she looks up at you. <span style="color:#ac2676">'Look, $name, I get that you feel... violated by this. But that is probably what she had wanted to happen. It’s how she felt after what you did. And, I am guessing, this was probably exacerbated by the... uncomfortable living arrangements?'</span> </div> You timidly nod. <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'There you have it. Whether you deserve it or not, I don't believe it is as big a deal as you’re claiming. Just bear with it and soon you will be able to go shopping in town and buy new underwear to your heart's content.'</span> She concludes in a conciliatory tone. </div></div> <<if $pantiesreveal is 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 4]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 5]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<changeWillpower 2>> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Well, I...'</span> You trail off, as you ponder how you feel. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I don't... I mean...'</span> You curse yourself as you embarrassingly fall silent, your thoughts a tangled mess.</div> <div class="box abigail">Thankfully Abigail comes to your rescue. <span style="color:#ac2676">'Let me help. You thought wearing them would be something that changes... no, that would taint you forever. But after wearing them for a while, they are just underwear and they are actually comfortable?'</span> She speaks slowly, in that soothing tone that immediately calms you. </div> <div class="box you">You take a sip, and thanks to Abigail's reassuring words your thoughts seem ungumble.<span style="color:#afeeee">'Yeah, kind of. I thought that I would... well, hate is a strong word, but... dislike it... and then it was fine.'</span> You take a deep breath as you regain your composure. <span style="color:#afeeee">'However, I don't believe I deserve to be treated like this. <<if $admit is 0>> I didn’t even see anything specific, I just realized what was happening and backed off.<<else>><<set $ablie to 1>> I didn’t even see anything, I backed off as soon as I realized that no one was in pain.<</if>><<if $chastity is 1>> And to make matters worse, I even agreed to that chastity thing, she had no right to do something like that.<</if>>'</span> You try to explain your perspective: even though you are resigned to wearing... panties... you feel like Sophie went too far. </div> <div class="box abigail">Abigail thinks about your words for a moment. <span style="color:#ac2676">'Well, I am guessing that the... close living situation is partly to blame for this.'</span> </div> You nod. <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'You think she exaggerated, and... fair enough. But she was the one who felt violated in the first place. Do you really believe you don't deserve it, especially given that you... seem accepting of it?'</span> You don't reply immediately, as she kind of got you there. So you linger for a moment in awkward silence, before she speaks again. <span style="color:#ac2676">'Whether you deserve it or not, I think you should keep wearing them. They complement your outfit nicely and... you know, new experiences can help us learn things about ourselves. Things that we often need an outside source to help us see.'</span> </div> You are not completely convinced but you manage to reply that you will think about it. </div> <<if $pantiesreveal is 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 4]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 5]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">‘Do you have any questions for me?’</span> She asks, her voice lulling and through the pleasure she inflicted.</div> You struggle to focus on her question, not when you're also fighting the urge to moan or show any sign that you’re as turned on as you are. The alcohol in your system only makes it worse… or better… all your senses seem to be honed in on Abigail’s toes expertly teasing you. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">‘What… are we doing?’</span> You finally blurt, aware it wasn’t what she was asking.</div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">‘Oh?! I suppose whatever we want. I was thinking we could just see where this…’</span> She pushes the ball of her foot against the base of your dick, eliciting a moan from you. <span style="color:#ac2676">‘... goes. What do you want, $name?’ </span></div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/abi assessment 5.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">‘I don’t… know…’</span> Your mind feels blank overcome with lust, this is the furthest you’ve ever been with a girl and you struggle to control yourself, the pleasure rushing over you in waves.</div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">‘Would you like to cum?’</span> She asks tentatively.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">‘Yes.’ </span>You answer before considering the consequences.</div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">‘Do you think you deserve to cum?’</span> She continues, amusement in her tone.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">‘Wha?...’</span> You start, looking up at her confused. Blood roars through your head and you feel as if you are high from the sensations. <span style="color:#afeeee">‘Yes!’ </span>You burst.</div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">‘Would you also like to make me cum?’</span> She asks innocently, the word “cum” repeating in your ears over and over, almost driving you to the brink.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Yes, I want that|Abi assessment 6a]]>>/<<set $rejectabi to 0>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Stop, this has already gone too far|Abi assessment 6b]]>>/<<set $rejectabi to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg"> <img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/> <div class="box location-char-1"> <img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </div> </div> <div class="box"> You have to fight to compose yourself, as shame grips you. She saw through your words immediately, but strangely she does not seem put off by it, only... amused perhaps? <br> <br> <<you>> <span> You decide it's better to rip the band-aid and come clean. </span> 'It's... It's just that I was... I-I mean, it's embarrassing.' <span> You finally manage to say. </span> <</you>> <<abigail>> <span> Abigail gives you a moment, then replies. </span> 'Relax, $name, it's perfectly normal. You...' <span> Her tone suddenly lowers, almost to a whisper as she leans in towards you. </span> 'Look, you told me you were not happy. I can... surmise from this that you also feel... lonely?' <span> She asks, flicking your crotch with the last word. </span> <</abigail>> Your body jolts before you look into her eyes, finding empathy and nod, fighting to control your breathing. <br> <br> <<abigail>> 'Then all the more reason to seek solace.' <span> She gives you a sincere, comforting smile. </span> <</abigail>> <<you>> 'Thank you.' <span> You manage to say, your dick twitching desperately. </span> <</you>> <<abigail>> 'You are more than welcome. Porn has its uses besides relief. It can help you figure out your preferences for instance. Do you have any?' <span>She asks.</span> <</abigail>> Taken aback by the question, you look at her expecting judgment, but she seems genuinely curious.<<if $abirel gte 3>>.. and perhaps even a bit intrigued?<</if>> <br> <br> <<you>> 'W-well. I like most, but... especially anal... femdom... and interracial.' <span> You say almost painfully, bringing out a part of you that had been, until now, hidden from the world. </span> <</you>> <<if $pills is 0>> <<abigail>> <span> Abigail listens and asks you a few questions. You feel almost relieved to be able to discuss it with her and you answer her as you slowly manage to ignore your annoyingly throbbing erection. At the end of the discussion, she says. </span> 'I am glad we were able to discuss this. Oh, that reminds me, you haven't been taking your supplements. Any reason as to why?' <span> She sighs, adding a little more pressure to your crotch. </span> <</abigail>> <<you>> 'I...' <span> You have to fight to compose yourself before continuing. </span> 'I guess I was just overwhelmed by the number of pills... And not knowing what they all were.' <</you>> <<abigail>> 'I understand.' <span> She soothes, returning to her gentle caresses. </span> 'Though, I'm disappointed that you simply chose not to ask. Did Dr Reyamov not explain that there were numerous deficiencies found, from your life lacking any self-care? We're hoping to provide what your body is craving. Will this continue to be an issue?' <span> She asks gently, as her toes curl around your shaft, making your mind go blank from the pleasure. </span> <</abigail>> <<you>> 'No!' <span> You gasp, your body shuddering slightly. </span> <</you>> <<elseif $hidepills is 1>> <<abigail>> <span> Abigail listens and asks you a few questions. You feel almost relieved to be able to discuss it with her and you answer her as you slowly manage to ignore your annoyingly throbbing erection. At the end of the discussion, she says. </span> 'I am glad we were able to discuss this. Oh, that reminds me, Dr Reyamov has informed me that there seems to be no significant change from the supplements you took. Would you know of any reason that they are failing to have any effect?' <span> She sighs, adding a little more pressure to your crotch. </span> <</abigail>> <<you>> <span>Guilt constricts you as you recall throwing the pills away.</span> 'I... I don't... Know.' <span>You reply, trying hard to focus on your answer.</span> <</you>> There's a long pause as Ms Winters looks into your eyes, forcing you to avert your gaze. <br> <br> <<abigail>> 'No matter. I was wondering if, perhaps, stress or homesickness may have been the culprit.' <span> She pushes a little harder, smirking as you have to hold your breath to save yourself from gasping. </span> <</abigail>> <<elseif $pills is 1>> <<set $abmeet to $abmeet+1>> <<abigail>> <span> Abigail listens and asks you a few questions. You feel almost relieved to be able to discuss it with her and you answer her as you slowly manage to ignore your annoyingly throbbing erection. At the end of the discussion, she says. </span> 'I am glad we were able to discuss this. Oh, that reminds me, Dr Reyamov has told me she is very pleased with your body’s response to the supplements, her words were that your body is lapping up all that it has been craving.’ <span> She pushes a little harder, smirking as you have to hold your breath to save yourself from gasping. </span> <</abigail>> <</if>> </div> <<if ($panties is 1 or $panties is 3) and $pantiesreveal is 0>> <div class="buttonbox"> @@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 4.1]]>><</button>>@@ </div> <<else>> <div class="buttonbox"> @@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 5]]>><</button>>@@ </div> <</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'No, no, it's true. I've never watched porn of any kind!'</span> You say decisively, hoping to sound credible. </div> <div class="box abigail">Abigail looks at you for a moment. <span style="color:#ac2676">'All right. I wondered because it's a common thing... and perfectly fine as far as I am concerned.'</span> She gives you a weak smile. </div> You relax a bit, though you are not completely sure she believes you. <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Anyway, let's see if I... Oh, right, <<if $pills is 0>>you haven't been taking your supplements. Any reason as to why?' She sighs, adding a little more pressure to your crotch.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I...'</span> You have to fight to compose yourself before continuing. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I guess I was just overwhelmed by the number of pills... And not knowing what they all were.'</span></div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'I understand.'</span> She soothes, returning to her gentle caresses. <span style="color:#ac2676">'Though, I'm disappointed that you simply chose not to ask. Did Dr Reyamov not explain that there were numerous deficiencies found, from your life lacking any selfcare? We're hoping to provide what your body is craving. Will this continue to be an issue?'</span> She asks gently, as her toes curl around your shaft, making your mind go blank from the pleasure.</div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#afeeee">'No!'</span> You gasp, your body shuddering slightly. <<elseif $hidepills is 1>> Dr Reyamov has informed me that there are no significant changes from the supplements you took. Would you know of any reason that they are failing to have any effect?'</span> She sighs, adding a little more pressure to your crotch.</div> <div class="box you">Guilt constricts you as you recall throwing the pills away. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I... I don't... Know.'</span> You reply, trying hard to focus on your answer, your dick twitching desperately.</div> There's a long pause as Ms Winters looks into your eyes, forcing you to avert your gaze. <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'No matter. I was wondering if, perhaps, stress or homesickness may have been the culprit.'</span> She pushes a little harder, smirking as you have to hold your breath to save yourself from gasping.</div> <<elseif $pills is 1>><<set $abmeet to $abmeet+1>> Dr Reyamov has told me she is very pleased with your body’s response to the supplements, her words were that your body is lapping up all that it has been craving.’</span> She pushes a little harder, smirking as you have to hold your breath to save yourself from gasping.</div><</if>></div> <<if ($panties is 1 or $panties is 3) and $pantiesreveal is 0>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 4.1]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 5]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"> <img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/> <div class="box location-char-1"> <img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </div> </div> <<changeWillpower 2>> <div class="box mini-br-after"> You are about to answer when you pause and take a moment to think about your answer. You take a big breath and put her relentless teasing out of your mind as you look at her straight in her beautiful blue eyes. <br> <br> <<if $lie is 1>> <<you>> 'W-well, I lied, yes, the question seemed... inappropriate?' <span> You say, explaining yourself before turning the conversation around. </span> <</you>> <<else>> <<you>> 'Well, I watch a bit of everything. However, I thought this was a... strange question, is it not?' <span>You say, answering her quickly before changing the subject.</span> <</you>> <</if>> <<you>> 'I had been meaning to ask, if you don't mind, of course.' <</you>> She nods gently. <br> <br> <<you>> 'Thank you. I have seen a lot of attention on me and my... intimate habits.' <span> You pause as you suppress a smile and try to ignore the contradiction of raising an intimacy issue while being subjected to such delightfully merciless teasing. </span> 'Why?' <span>You simply ask at the end, your dick twitching desperately.</span> <</you>> <<abigail>> <span>Abigail stays quiet for a moment, thinking.</span> 'I...' <span>She stops and smiles at you.</span> 'It’s a good question, and I can't tell you the answer it deserves, not yet.' <span>Her voice is sweet, almost caring.</span> 'But let me say this. Noir Institution has a mission, and a goal. Checking on the employees'... private life is part of what we do. Treating mental issues is already difficult and can't be done without these kinds of measures. It also gives us a chance to help employees navigate through their issues.' <span>She explains, and you feel a bit bad for asking.</span> 'But it's good to be curious, and I appreciate the question.' <span>She adds with a smile.</span> <</abigail>> <<if $miaknowledge is 1>> Her words remind you of what you learned about Mia starting up as a patient and now being an employee. Maybe there is an overlap of sorts? <br> <br> <</if>> <<if $pills is 0>> <<abigail>> 'Anyway, let's move on... you haven't been taking your supplements. Any reason as to why?' <span>She sighs, adding a little more pressure to your crotch.</span> <</abigail>> <<you>> 'I...' <span>You have to fight to compose yourself before continuing.</span> 'I guess I was just overwhelmed by the number of pills... And not knowing what they all were.' <</you>> <<abigail>> 'I understand.' <span>She soothes, returning to her gentle caresses.</span> 'Though, I'm disappointed that you simply chose not to ask. Did Dr Reyamov not explain that there were numerous deficiencies found, from your life lacking any selfcare? We're hoping to provide all your body is craving. Will this continue to be an issue?' <span> She asks gently, as your toes curl around your shaft, making your mind go blank from the pleasure. </span> <</abigail>> <<you>> 'No!' <span>You gasp, your body shuddering slightly.</span> <</you>> <<elseif $hidepills is 1>> <<abigail>> 'Anyway, let's move on... Dr Reyamov has informed me that there are no significant changes to the supplements you took. Would you know of any reason that they are failing to have any effect?' <span>She sighs, adding a little more pressure to your crotch.</span> <</abigail>> <<you>> <span>Guilt constricts you as you recall throwing the pills away.</span> 'I... I don't... Know.' <span>You reply, trying hard to focus on your answer.</span> <</you>> There's a long pause as Ms Winters looks into your eyes, forcing you to avert your gaze. <br> <br> <<abigail>> 'No matter. I was wondering if, perhaps, stress or homesickness may have been the culprit.' <span> She pushes a little harder, smirking as you have to hold your breath to save yourself from gasping. </span> <</abigail>> <<elseif $pills is 1>> <<set $abmeet to $abmeet+1>> <<abigail>> 'Anyway, let's move on... Dr Reyamov has told me she is very pleased with your body’s response to the supplements, her words were that your body is lapping up all that it has been craving.' <span> She pushes a little harder, smirking as you have to hold your breath to save yourself from gasping. </span> <</abigail>> <</if>> </div> <<if ($panties is 1 or $panties is 3) and $pantiesreveal is 0>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 4.1]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 5]]>><</button>>@@</div> <</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"> <img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/> <div class="box location-char-1"> <img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </div> </div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> You lower your head as your face is flushed with shame. As you do that, you breathe in to calm yourself. You look at Abigail once more, you try to ascertain what is the purpose behind the question. Her laid-back attitude seems... firmly in control somehow. <<if $abistat gte 3>> And yet you detect a glint in her eyes, she might be a bit intrigued, perhaps <</if>>. <br> <br> <<you>> 'I have... varied tastes.' <span>You say, trying to sound at least somewhat confident.</span> 'If I have to pick specific... categories, I would say anal, femdom and... interracial.' <span>You add, still trying to sound professional.</span> <</you>> <<abigail>> <span> Abigail smiles at you with a knowing look, then speaks in a gentle, sweet tone. </span> 'Relax, $name, it's perfectly normal. And thank you for your... thorough honesty. I would encourage you to keep experimenting with your... varied tastes, as you said, it's always important to figure out what you enjoy most.' <span> She sounds genuinely caring, and you find yourself nodding along.</span> <</abigail>> <<if $pills is 0>> <<abigail>> 'Oh, I almost forgot, you haven't been taking your supplements. Any reason as to why?' <span>She sighs, adding a little more pressure to your crotch.</span> <</abigail>> <<you>> 'I...' <span> You have to fight to compose yourself before continuing.</span> 'I guess I was just overwhelmed by the number of pills... And not knowing what they all were.' <</you>> <<abigail>> 'I understand. '<span>She soothes, returning to her gentle caresses.</span> 'Though, I'm disappointed that you simply chose not to ask. Did Dr Reyamov not explain that there were numerous deficiencies found, from your life lacking any selfcare? We're hoping to provide what your body is craving. Will this continue to be an issue?' <span> She asks gently, as her toes curl around your shaft, making your mind go blank from the pleasure. </span> <</abigail>> <<you>> 'No!' <span>You gasp, your body shuddering slightly.</span> <</you>> <<elseif $hidepills is 1>> <<abigail>> 'Oh, I almost forgot, Dr Reyamov has informed me that there are no significant changes from the supplements you took. Would you know of any reason that they are failing to have any effect?' <span>She sighs, adding a little more pressure to your crotch.</span> <</abigail>> <<you>> <span>Guilt constricts you as you recall throwing the pills away.</span> 'I... I don't... Know.' </span>You reply, trying hard to focus on your answer, your dick twitching desperately. <</you>> There's a long pause as Ms Winters looks into your eyes, forcing you to avert your gaze. <br> <br> <<abigail>> 'No matter. I was wondering if, perhaps, stress or homesickness may have been the culprit.' <span> She pushes a little harder, smirking as you have to hold your breath to save yourself from gasping. </span> <</abigail>> <<elseif $pills is 1>> <<set $abmeet to $abmeet+1>> <<abigail>> 'Oh, I almost forgot, Dr Reyamov has told me she is very pleased with your body’s response to the supplements, her words were that your body is lapping up all that it has been craving.' <span> She pushes a little harder, smirking as you have to hold your breath to save yourself from gasping. </span> <</abigail>> <</if>> </div> <<if ($panties is 1 or $panties is 3) and $pantiesreveal is 0>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 4.1]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 5]]>><</button>>@@</div> <</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"> <img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/> <div class="box location-char-1"> <img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </div> </div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<you>> <span> You can't bear yourself to tell her, so you decide to remain generic. </span> 'Well... I told her because she asked me as a doctor, but I don't do it that often. Even then, it's just... generic porn.' <span>You say, hoping to sound convincing.</span> <</you>> She looks at you for a moment, but then lowers her gaze. You are starting to doubt whether she believed you or not. <br> <br> <<abigail>> 'It's fine.' <span>She says, putting your doubts at ease.</span> 'I asked because, while the real thing is usually better, it's also important to figure out your tastes, and porn is a... useful tool, so to speak.' <span>She gives you a comforting smile.</span> 'And it's something that, in modern society, is practically offered to you. This is like someone tipping you for your service and you refusing them.' <span> <<if $tip is 2>> You can't help but crack a smile at her comparison, given that you just recently refused to be tipped. <<else>> Your mind goes back to that awkward encounter at the supermarket, and you smile at her comparison. <</if>> </span> <</abigail>> <<you>> 'Y-yes, well, I get it. I'll... try.' <span>You say, lowering your gaze.</span> <</you>> <<abigail>> 'You do that.' <span>She replies with a gentle laugh.</span> 'Anyway, let's move on... <</abigail>> <<if $pills is 0>> <<abigail>> 'Oh, wait, you haven't been taking your supplements. Any reason as to why?' <span>She sighs, adding a little more pressure to your crotch.</span> <</abigail>> <<you>> 'I...' <span>You have to fight to compose yourself before continuing.</span> 'I guess I was just overwhelmed by the number of pills... And not knowing what they all were.' <</you>> <<abigail>> 'I understand.' <span>She soothes, returning to her gentle caresses.</span> 'Though, I'm disappointed that you simply chose not to ask. Did Dr Reyamov not explain that there were numerous deficiencies found, from your life lacking any selfcare? We're hoping to provide what your body is craving. Will this continue to be an issue?' <span> She asks gently, as her toes curl around your shaft, making your mind go blank from the pleasure. </span> <</abigail>> <<you>> 'No!' <span>You gasp, your body shuddering slightly.</span> <</you>> <<elseif $hidepills is 1>> <<abigail>> 'Oh, wait, Dr Reyamov has informed me that there are no significant changes from the supplements you took. Would you know of any reason that they are failing to have any effect?' <span>She sighs, adding a little more pressure to your crotch.</span> <</abigail>> <<you>> <span>Guilt constricts you as you recall throwing the pills away.</span> 'I... I don't... Know.' <span>You reply, trying hard to focus on your answer.</span> <</you>> There's a long pause as Ms Winters looks into your eyes, forcing you to avert your gaze. <br> <br> <<abigail>> 'No matter. I was wondering if, perhaps, stress or homesickness may have been the culprit.' <span> She pushes a little harder, smirking as you have to hold your breath to save yourself from gasping. </span> <</abigail>> <<elseif $pills is 1>> <<set $abmeet to $abmeet+1>> <<abigail>> 'Oh, wait, Dr Reyamov has told me she is very pleased with your body’s response to the supplements, her words were that your body is lapping up all that it has been craving.’ <span> She pushes a little harder, smirking as you have to hold your breath to save yourself from gasping. </span> <</abigail>> <</if>> </div> <<if ($panties is 1 or $panties is 3) and $pantiesreveal is 0>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 4.1]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 5]]>><</button>>@@</div> <</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div><<set $pantiesreveal to 1>> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Now, before we move forward, there is one last thing the Doctor told me. It's about... your choice of underwear.'</span> Your face instantly turns red at her words, your shame suddenly exposed. She immediately raises her hands.<span style="color:#ac2676">'Hold on, there is no judgment here, whatsoever. It's just... well, I sense a story there, and I am curious.'</span> She speaks softly, and her gentleness immediately puts you at ease.</div> You notice her soft feet on your crotch had become gentler, almost lulling you with gentle pleasure. Her gaze is fixed on you and, while she has made it clear that there is no pressure you sense she really wants to know<<if $willpower gte 2>> and you also catch a glimpse of something else in her eyes, almost like she might be interested in you<</if>>. <div class="box abigail">Not wanting to disappoint her, you decide to come clean and tell her at least a part of the story. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Well... This... this is so embarrassing.'</span><span style="color:#ac2676">'Look, I'm just curious, I don't want...'</span> </div> <div class="box afeeee">You cut her off. <span style="color:#afeeee">'No, it's fine. It's... Sophie, Adrian's girlfriend. I...<<if $peek is 1>> spied on them having... sex<<else>>briefly saw them by accident<</if>> and... she played a prank on me. All my underwear was replaced with... feminine ones. So I decided to <<if $panties is 3>>buy a pair from the college store<<else>>bear with it and wear them<</if>> until I can go to the city to buy new ones.'</span> You slump back in your chair, feeling defeated. But you also feel strangely relieved, despite the shame it feels good to finally tell someone. </div> <div class="box abigail">Abigail paused for a long while as she mulled something over. <span style="color:#ac2676">‘I’m going to ask you something and I want you to consider it. It will help me form my opinion on the matter.’</span> She pauses again before asking. <span style="color:#ac2676">‘Would you show me your underwear? Not all of it, obviously, unless you wish to.’</span></div> You pause, the alcohol in your system, makes the request seem less ridiculous. <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">‘A sliver, it’ll help me decide if her “punishment” was fitting of what you did. Else, I’d have no idea whether she had overreacted or not.’</span> Abigail pushes gently.</div> <<if $panties is 3>><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">’I’m not wearing the ones she gave me. I bought new ones because the others were too… skimpy.’</span></div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">‘Oh?’</span> Abigail muses as she places a finger beneath the top of the slit of her dress. <span style="color:#ac2676">‘I assume you bought yourself something a little more conservative? Did she give you something like these?’</span> As she speaks she drags the slit up her thigh, revealing just a sliver of her thin lacey panties.</div> You stare in shock unable to think straight at the sight of her smooth thigh leading up to a small section of Abigail's panties. You simply nod in response, words eluding you and Abigail lets her dress drop. <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/abi assessment 4.1.webp" style="width: 495px;"></center></div><<else>>You swallow, though you find yourself getting to your feet. Without the command of your mind, you unbuckle your belt and undo your trousers. You hesitate for a moment as your brain attempts to think rationally. Your thumbs slide into the hem of your trousers and you shuffle them down, working them around your hips, revealing a large section of your grey panties. <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/abi assessment 4.1.gif" style="width: 495px;"></center></div><</if>> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'I see. Again, I am aware this is not easy. But let me ask two questions: first, do you find female underwear truly uncomfortable? Second, do you think you deserved punishment?'</span></div> You pull up your trousers before answering.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Say you don't mind wearing them, and you deserved it|Abi assessment 3h1]]>>/<<set $abmeet to $abmeet+1>><<set $pantiesaccept to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Say you don't like wearing them, but you deserved it|Abi assessment 3h2]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Say you don't like wearing them, and did not deserve it|Abi assessment 3h3]]>><<set $abmeet to $abmeet-1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Say you don't mind wearing them, but did not deserve it|Abi assessment 3h4]]>><<set $pantiesaccept to 1>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You nod rapidly, the air feeling thin. <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">‘Good.’</span> She purred, as she pulled her dress up over her ample hips, her foot still resting on your crotch.</div> <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/abi assessment 6a.webp" style="width: 495px;"></center></div> The world seemed to disappear around you, while you watched her reveal her delicately laced thong and let her dress bunch up and rest on her on her hips. <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">‘Are you nervous?’ </span>Abigail asked calmly, reminding you of the care she could offer.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">‘Yes…’</span> You gasp honestly.<span style="color:#afeeee"> ‘I’m nervous that I won’t be… That you won’t be satisfied.’</span></div> <div class="box abigail">She smiles reassuringly and strokes you soothingly. <span style="color:#ac2676">‘$name, there are no expectations. Nothing to worry about. Listen to me and I’ll guide you.’ </span>She pauses, letting her words sink in before she asks. <span style="color:#ac2676">‘Come here, and lick me, long and slow.’</span> As she speaks, she hooks the edge of her panties with a single finger and draws it to one side, exposing her tantalising sex.</div> You draw in closer, maintaining eye contact with her, searching her body language for any more information. The intoxicating smell grasps you, honey and berries making you feel as if the world had slowed. You stick your tongue out and Abigail gives you a small nod, her blue eyes gleaming excitedly. As you make contact you’re overwhelmed with the sweet nectar, you do as she commanded, licking from the bottom to the very top savouring every moment. Without thinking you do it again, wanting more. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/abi assessment 6a2.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">‘That’s right…’</span> She trails off with a sigh. <span style="color:#ac2676">‘Lick me, $name. Taste me!’</span> She commands.</div> Following her prompts, you let yourself go, burying your mouth on her pussy. As you do, she rakes a hand through your hair, sending goosebumps rippling over your body. She arches her body, angling herself to receive more of your offering.</div> <<if $abmeet gte 5>><div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 7a]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 7b]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><<set $abinoreward to 1>>You are not okay with this, and your nervousness takes over, quickly deflating your excitement. Abigail quickly removes her foot, realising your building discomfort. <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Okay, I can see you are not into this.'</span> She says calmly, with a smile. </div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I-I'm sorry, I...'</span> Abigail stops you by raising her hands. </div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'It's all right, don't be sorry. Actually, you should never feel sorry for saying no to something like this.'</span> She states firmly, you have no doubt she means every word. She adjusts her dress and moves her chair to sit besides you, giving you a moment to compose yourself. <span style="color:#ac2676">'Now, having said that, you seemed... receptive... before. Again no judgment, whatsoever.'</span> She reiterates. <span style="color:#ac2676">'Might I ask why?'</span> She pauses, again not wanting to appear demanding. You look at her for a moment, and see only genuine concern in her eyes. </div> You ponder your answer for a moment, after all she is right to ask for an explanation, especially since you are going to be working under her. </div><<nobr>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Tell her it was too intense|Abi noreward 1]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Tell her it was too soon|Abi noreward 2]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Tell her you don't feel it|Abi noreward 3]]>><</button>>@@</div> <</nobr>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Abigail's moans fill you with a desire and pride that you are the one to cause the primal sounds, as she draws her nails through your hair. She rewards you by stroking your crotch harder with the sole of her foot. <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">‘Sit up here with me.’</span> She commands and you do so without thought, perching yourself on the large table with her.</div> Using a firm hand, Abigail pushes your chest down until you’re lying flat, your legs dangling over the edge. She brings herself up, kneeling on the table beside you, her hand still resting on your chest. Two of Abigail’s fingers rest on either side of your dick, creating pressure between the material and your stomach. She rubs up and down, focusing on the tip before she squeezes her fingers together, the pleasure making you curl your toes. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">‘More… Please, Abigail. Go faster, harder…’ </span>You moan, desire driving you crazy.</div> <div class="box abigail">Abigail giggles. <span style="color:#ac2676">‘Greedy. I will, but be patient and enjoy the ride.’</span></div> She does as you ask, gripping slightly harder and moving slightly faster. Though not much, you're so sensitive that the incremental increase sends you into a new world of pleasure. Abigail lifts a leg over you and brings her wet pussy down onto your tongue. You need no command before you start lapping at her once again, your face buried between her ass and thighs. She moans and rewards you by rubbing your dick faster. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/abi assessment 8a.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">‘You’re a natural, $name. Are you sure, you haven’t done this before?’</span> She asks though you’re in no place to respond with your tongue occupied by her sex.</div> As you build her pleasure up once again, she begins rocking her hips back and forth, riding your face, controlling the rhythm. You feel right on the edge, but Abigail holds you there, expertly slowing, torturing you on the brink. <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">‘I want… you to cum, with me, $name!’</span> She moans getting close.</div> She sits her pussy down onto your face, your nose pushing against the tight bud of her asshole. Abigail grinds herself against your tongue and you match her rough tempo, flicking your tongue against her as she moves. You struggle to get a full breath down and the lack of oxygen makes the experience more intense. <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">‘God, $girlyname! Yes!!’ </span>She exclaims breathily. <span style="color:#ac2676">‘You’re going to make me…’</span> She trails off.</div> <<if $ablie isnot 1>>She grips you tightly, finally permitting your release, your dick spurting and you shudder as you find sweet relief, cum dampening your <<if $panties is 1 or $panties is 3>>panties<<else>>boxers<</if>>. Her body clenches, her thighs squeezing in around you before she joins you in the climax. Crying out she rides the wave of pleasure. You see stars as the two of you cum hard both of your bodies tensing and relaxing, in blissful harmony.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 8c]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>></div><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 8b 2]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box abigail">Abigail grips your hair and pulls you into her pussy, now dripping with desire. <span style="color:#ac2676">‘Touch yourself, $name. Play with yourself while I enjoy your tongue.’</span> </div> Desperately you fumble with your buckle, and free your dick in a matter of seconds, gripping it between your fingers. You stroke it hard and fast, your tongue matching the pace. The sensation exploding through you, relief making you shudder. <div class="box abigail">Abigail moves your head away from her, using your hair to do so.<span style="color:#ac2676"> ‘Slow down. Build up with me. This isn’t a race. I want you to move your tongue over my clit.’</span> She instructs before letting you lap at her once again.</div> You do as she says, rubbing yourself in time with your passes over her clit. It’s different from how you usually jerk yourself to porn, fast and hard until you can’t take it anymore. Instead, following Abigail’s instructions, you feel every jolt of pleasure, letting your arousal take control. Abigail's moans fill you with a desire and pride that you are the one to cause the primal sounds, as she draws her nails through your hair. It doesn’t take long for you to get carried away and start stroking yourself faster and firmly, your tongue following suit as you lick harder, unable to get enough of Abigail’s sweet juices. Using your hair again, she pulls you back. Your tongue instinctively reaches out, wanting more of her intoxicating taste. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/abi assessment 7a2.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">‘Sit up here with me.’</span> She commands and you do so without thought, perching yourself on the large table with her.</div> Using a firm hand, Abigail pushes your chest down until you’re lying flat, your legs dangling over the edge. She brings herself up, kneeling on the table beside you, her hand still resting on your chest.</div> <<if $abmeet gte 10>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 8a]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 8b]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">With a slender finger she wipes her juices from your lips, gently removes your hand still gripping your dick, replacing it with her own and slowly strokes you, slickening it with her wetness. <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">‘How does it feel with my fingers instead of yours?’</span> She purrs softly, watching your every reaction.</div> Jolts of pleasure make your body pulse. The cool touch of Abigail's fingers makes your dick twitch uncontrollably. You gasp, wanting more, wanting her to grip tighter, the lightness with which Abigail holds you bordering on torture. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">‘More… Please, Abigail. Go faster, harder…’ </span>You moan, desire driving you crazy.</div> <div class="box abigail">Abigail giggles. <span style="color:#ac2676">‘Greedy. I will, but be patient and enjoy the ride.’</span></div> She does as you ask, gripping slightly harder and moving slightly faster. Though not much, you're so sensitive that the incremental increase sends you into a new world of pleasure. Abigail lifts a leg over you and brings her wet pussy down onto your tongue. You need no command before you start lapping at her once again, your face buried between her ass and thighs. She moans and rewards you by jerking your dick faster. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/abi assessment 8a.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 8a 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"> <img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/> <div class="box location-char-1"> <img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </div> </div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<abigail>> <span> Using a finger she wipes her juices from your lips and uses it to slicken your dick around your fingers. She wraps her fingers around yours. </span> ‘How does it feel when we work togehter?’ <span>She purrs softly, watching your every reaction.</span> <</abigail>> Jolts of pleasure make your body pulse. The cool touch where Abigail's fingers make contact with your dick makes it twitch uncontrollably. You gasp, wanting more, wanting her to grip tighter, the lightness with which Abigail holds you bordering on torcher. <br> <br> <<you>> ‘More… Please, Abigail. Go faster…’ <span>You moan, desire driving you crazy.</span> <</you>> <<abigail>> <span>Abigail giggles.</span> ‘Greedy. I will, but be patient and enjoy the ride.’ <</abigail>> She does as you ask, gripping slightly harder and moving slightly faster. Though not much, you're so sensitive that the incremental increase sends you into a new world of pleasure. Abigail lifts a leg over you and brings her wet pussy down onto your tongue. You need no command before you start lapping at her once again, your face buried between her ass and thighs. She moans and rewards you by jerking your dick faster. <br> <br> <div class="image-ls"> <center> <img src="media/chapter 4/abi assessment 8a.webp" style="width: 595px;"> </center> </div> <br> <<abigail>> ‘You’re a natural, $name. Are you sure, you haven’t done this before?’ <span> She asks though you’re in no place to respond with your tongue occupied by her sex. </span> <</abigail>> As you build her pleasure up once again, she begins rocking her hips back and forth, riding your face, controlling the rhythm. You feel right on the edge, but Abigail holds you there, expertly slowing, torturing you on the brink. <br> <br> <<abigail>> ‘I want… you to cum, with me, $name!’ <span>She moans getting close.</span> <<if $ablie is 1 or $ablie is 2>> ‘I promised you a reward if we managed to have an open, //honest// conversation… Isn’t it only fitting if you’re punished for not being honest with me?’ <</if>> <</abigail>> <<if $ablie is 1 or $ablie is 2>> You’re helpless to stop whatever she has planned as she <<else>> She <</if>> sits her pussy down onto your face, your nose pushing against the tight bud of her asshole. Abigail grinds herself against your tongue and you match her rough tempo, flicking your tongue against her as she moves. You struggle to get a full breath down and the lack of oxygen makes the experience more intense. <br> <br> <div class="image-ls"> <center> <img src="media/chapter 4/abi assessment 8a 2.webp" style="width: 595px;"> </center> </div> <br> <<abigail>> ‘God, $girlyname! Yes!!’ <span>She exclaims breathily.</span> ‘You’re going to make me…’ <span>She trails off.</span> <</abigail>> <<if $ablie isnot 1>> She grips you tightly, finally allowing your release, your dick spurting. Her body clenches, her thighs squeezing in around you before she joins you in the climax. Crying out she rides the wave of pleasure. You see stars as the two of you cum hard, both of your bodies tensing and relaxing, in blissful harmony. <br> <br> Time seems to elude you as you come back down, still smothered by Abigail’s ass. <br> <br> <</if>> </div> <<if $ablie isnot 1>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 9a]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 8b 2]]>><</button>>@@</div> <</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box abigail"><<if $ablie isnot 1>>A few moments pass filled with the sounds of your pants, Abigals far less ragged than your own. <</if>><span style="color:#ac2676">’Shall we go? I’m finished here if you are?’</span> She asks as she stands correcting her panties and amending her dress.</div> <div class="box you">You take a few seconds to recover from your mind-blowing experience before you get up and respond. <span style="color:#afeeee">‘Yeah… yeah, I’m done.’</span> You say, a wave of fatigue overcoming you.</div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">‘Good, then I’ll walk you home. I need to finish my notes from this… meeting. But they can wait.’</span> She says with a mischievous smile.</div> As you begin to do up your trousers, you glance down at your shirt, speckled with dark patches of your cum and wince with embarrassment. You hurriedly take a napkin and start rubbing at them to no avail. Gracefully, Abigail shifts your hands out of the way and does your jacket up, hiding any trace of your activities. <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">‘Better?’</span> She asks gently.</div> You just nod, the humiliation lingering. <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">‘$name?’</span> She lifts your head with a finger beneath your chin. <span style="color:#ac2676">‘There’s no need for any shame.’</span> She concludes.</div> <div class="box you">You nod again. <span style="color:#afeeee">‘Thank you.’</span> You say with a little more confidence.</div> <div class="box abigail">Abigail laughs lightly. <span style="color:#ac2676">‘You are most welcome! For everything.’</span></div> As the two of you leave the restaurant, you feel every eye is on you, as if they all know what has just transpired. You silently thank Abigail for her presents as she confidently walks through the dining area, her high heels clicking against the marble floor. On your way out, she hands a small envelope to the hostess who bows, and then the two of you are alone in the elevator.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 9a 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">The world feels noticeably quiet as you enter your condo, the memory of what you had done with Abigail imprinted in your mind. As you get ready for bed, you can’t help but ask yourself if what you had done was indeed sex? Or did only penetration count as losing your virginity? One thing you have to admit is it felt amazing. Better than anything you had experienced by yourself. The scenes replayed in your mind as you settled into the covers, the world drifting away.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[To be continued...|Thank You]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $clothes is 1>> You recall Alana putting in a more elegant suit in the selection she sent overseas, a suit made of a rich blue material that seemed to shift in colour as it moves, showing off its deeper blues. <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/dinner prep 2.jpg" style="width: 495px;"></center></div> You put it on and look at yourself in the mirror. While you have got used to wearing Alana's clothes, the mental image of yourself has yet to catch up with how feminine the outfits make you look, and you still feel a bit odd seeing that weirdly attractive figure staring back at you. Still, she was undeniably right, it does look good on you. <<if $chastity is 1 or $telladrian is 0>>You begrudgingly make a mental note to thank Sophie, after all, she was the one who got you the appointment. <</if>>You adjust it and notice it moves around a bit. It still fits nicely, though less perfectly than when you tried it on with Alana. You frown: since Alana took your measurements and tailored the suits to you, it should fit perfectly. However, as you think about it it makes sense: this is probably an effect of your new diet these last few days, combined with the physical exercises <<if $coachlie is 0 and $gymkit is 1>> and yoga classes<</if>>. You cannot help but smile at seeing the changes, and that fills you with enough confidence for the upcoming meeting. <<else>> As you get out of the shower, the doorbell rings: cursing through your teeth, you quickly put on a robe, you really don't need this right now. As you go to the door, you look through the peephole and nobody is there. Carefully, you open the door and make sure the corridor is empty. No one is there, but there is a large bag on the ground with a note. As you read the note, you realise that these are the clothes from the tailor, sent by Nicki and Dr Jamerson, so you drag the bag in. You are not terribly excited to wear them, but it's a good idea to lay them out and look at them. As you do it, you realise that they look pretty good and that wearing one this evening would probably be a good way to make an impression on Ms Winters. You take the most elegant of the bunch [DESCRIPTION THAT MATCHES THE IMAGE] and put it on. You deliberately avoid looking in the mirror as you shamefully dress up, remembering your encounter with Nicki, then you take a deep breath and examine yourself. You feel the same sense of discomfort you felt with Alana, and you immediately take it off, reaching for the traditional masculine suit that Alana prepared for you. It feels more appropriate... but... your eyes start darting back and forth, acknowledging the slightly longer sleeves, the ill-fitted shoulders, and the way-too-large waist that, //yup//, definitely needs a belt. Then you see your own image staring back at you, almost accusingly. You stare back at the suit, innocently lying on the bed as you begrudgingly realize what you have to do. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Fuck.'</span> You curse as you try to delay the inevitable. <span style="color:#afeeee">'All right, you win. Don't look so smug about it.'</span> You scold the suit, voicing your frustration. As you put it on a second time, you try to ignore that discomfort and look in the mirror once again. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I can do this. Come on, it's just a suit. Pull it together.'</span> </div> <<if $pills is 1>>Again, you are struck by how the material seems to fit your hips and... weirdly attractive you look. <<else>>You’re a little conscious of material bunching slightly around your ankles, it almost seems puffy around your hips.<</if>> You can't help but feel a pang of regret at not accepting Alana's clothes, her suit looked better than what you are wearing right now. Still, no use in crying over spilt milk. You shake off that feeling and give one last look at your reflection: yes, you look good and wearing this at the meeting will show your commitment. It's the best choice, you reiterate, almost trying to persuade yourself, as you go out with a confident smile. <</if>></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi Meet 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You sit on the bed naked and ponder what to do. Jamerson wanted you to go to the tailor for a well-fitting dress, something you really don't want to do. You sit up, nervously look in the mirror and you picture yourself with the suit you wore at work, as you put it on this morning. In these past few days you have started to pay attention to the slightly longer sleeves, the ill-fitted shoulders, the too-large waist that you have to constantly adjust through out the day. Yeah, there is no way you make a strong first impression in those, you think as your reflection cracks an ironic smile. You think back to what Alana told you and consider the situation: Jamerson is already angry at you for standing your ground, and now you have a chance to impress your new boss. You stand up again, looking at your slender legs and weirdly attractive ass: you always hated how... unmanly... your body looked, and how people like Damion made fun of it. However, as you recall your unhappy days at the supermarket, you also think back at what <<if $zoeylunch is 1>>Zoey<<elseif $mialunch is 1>>Mia<<else>>Jamerson<</if>> said about you and how, in general, people seem to react to you. Maybe these people here at Delvarma could accept your body for what it is? Well... at least it's worth a shot. You straighten your posture and start dressing up with renewed resolve: if you look at it this way, maybe it's not so bad. Having made up your mind, you rush out of the apartment to the tailor recommended by Dr Jamerson.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|TaylorRun 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box-orig location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/tailors.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/tailor.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">As you enter the shop you go straight for the tailor. You shut off your social anxiety, as you just don't have time for it, and explain who you are. The tailor, an older gentleman in his 70s, has been expecting you and listens attentively to your request. As you specify that you need something for this evening, he frowns and nods. <div class="box damion"><span style="color:#c13729">Very well, please disrobe and let me take a few measurements. Jamerson has already mentioned what he is expecting, I don't have anything properly tailored since time is short, but we'll see if we can come... close enough.'</span> He adjusts his glasses as he takes your measurements, moving around you and writing down notes in a swift, experienced manner that immediately puts you at ease. </div> <<if $willpower gte 4>> His professional, detached attitude makes you think back to the unease you felt with Nicki... and Dr Jamerson. You can't quite put your finger on it, but it did rub you the wrong way. <</if>><div class="box damion">As he concludes that quick examination, he stops for a moment. <span style="color:#c13729">'It's no issue, let me see what I can find. '</span> He disappears and comes back shortly after, carrying a suit made of a rich blue material that seemed to shift in colour as it moves, showing off its deeper blues. </div> <div class="image-pt"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/dinner prep 2.jpg" style="width: 495px;"></center></div> Mindful of your previous experience with Alana, you don't want to argue, and immediately put it on. That feeling of discomfort hits you again as you see yourself in the mirror. Strangely though, this time you manage to push it to the back of your mind: perhaps because it was expected, perhaps because you know you need it, but mostly because... it's your decision. It was not a strong suggestion, or Jamerson's imposing attitude, you did this. And yes, as much as there is a part of you that is still screaming with discomfort, you do look much better and maybe now you stand a chance to make a good impression on Ms Winters. The tailor stayed quiet behind you, letting you judge for yourself. <div class="box you">As you look at him through the mirror he smiles and gives you a questioning look. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I think it's... Well, do you think it's good enough?'</span> You ask him, nervously raising the pitch of your voice. </div> <div class="box damion"><span style="color:#c13729">'I believe so.'</span> He replies, very matter-of-factly. <span style="color:#c13729">'It's the best I can do in such short notice. I think it looks much better on you than the clothes you came in with, it just fits you better, don't you think? The blue also displays you, in such a way that I would say you are wearing the suit rather than the suit wearing you.'</span> You blush and lower your gaze, but you also cannot help but smile at his comment. </div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Y-yes, I think so too.'</span> You manage to say. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Thank you.'</span> </div> <div class="box damion"><span style="color:#c13729">'You are welcome, $name $lastname. Per Dr Jamerson's instructions, I will send you a couple extra clothes for your job. Once you get them, please return this one so that I can make adjustments to it.'</span> Again, he speaks in a kind, detached manner that puts you at ease, even when he is mentioning Jamerson. </div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Understood. I will be back as soon as I get them.'</span> You reply. </div> <div class="box damion"><span style="color:#c13729">'Good. Enjoy your evening.'</span> He adds with a short bow. </div> You walk out of the store in your new clothes standing tall, trying to suppress your nervousness but, at the same time, feeling a bit more confident you made the right choice. Since you don't want to be late, you hurry home to drop off your clothes, then make your way to the restaurant.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi Meet 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"> <img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu balcony.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/> <div class="box location-char-1"> <img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </div> </div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<if $abinoreward is 1>> <<abigail>> 'You're excused, $name. I have to finish the report of our meeting.' <span>She says as she stands adjusting her dress.</span> <</abigail>> As you get ready to leave, she goes back to writing on her tablet, You notice she seems completely focused on her task, ignoring you completely. <br> <br> <<else>> <<abigail>> ’You’re excused, $name. I have to finish the report of our meeting.’ <span> She says as she stands correcting her panties and amending her dress. </span> <</abigail>> <<you>> <span> You take a few seconds to recover from your mind-blowing experience before you get up and respond. </span> ‘Yeah… yeah, okay.’ <span>You say, a wave of fatigue overcoming you.</span> <</you>> As you begin to do up your trousers, you notice the sensation of your cum, wet against your pubic region. Your <<if $panties is 2>>boxers<<else>>panties<</if>> are getting slick with the fluid. You spend a few seconds looking down at yourself, but you seem to have been spared from any dark patches appearing. <br> <br> <<abigail>> ‘Everything okay?’ <span>Abigail asks, watching you from where she had sat typing on her tablet.</span> <</abigail>> <<you>> <span>You look up at her panicked.</span> ‘Yes! Fine!’ <span>You blurt out, your cheeks heating once again.</span> <</you>> <<abigail>> ‘You would need to have cum a lot more for any of it to show up.’ <span>She remarks going back to her work.</span> <</abigail>> Your body freezes up and you want the world to swallow you up. Abigail doesn’t seem to notice your turmoil and continues typing. Mustering your resolve, you finish tidying yourself up before turning to leave. <br> <br> <</if>> <<you>> 'Thank you for the meeting…' <span>You trail off wanting to say more but unable to find the words.</span> <</you>> <<abigail>> ‘And thank you for your time. I’ll see you in the office, I should be in for the next week of so.’ <span>Abigail replies formally.</span> <</abigail>> Sensing no more conversation, you exit through the large double doors, leading into the main dining area. You feel every eye is on you as if they all know what has just transpired. Surely your flushed face and coming out alone would be enough evidence for anyone to work it out. On your way to the elevator, the hostess smiles and gives you a short bow. Burning with embarrassment, you quicken your step rushing for the elevator’s safety. <br> <br> On your walk home through the cool night air, you can’t help but think that Abigail was a bit cold at the end of your meeting. Perhaps if you had been more <<if $ablie is 1 or $ablie is 2>>honest<<else>>open<</if>> rather than skirt or dodge her questions, she would... ah, it doesn't matter. <br> <br> When you finally get home, you strip off your clothes and quickly find yourself in bed. The alcohol and your sexual encounter add to your tiredness and soon you are fast asleep. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[To be continued...|Thank You]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/your desk.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/zoey.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You enter the office, having repeated the debate on whether to take your pills, ultimately deciding not to. Your body ached, and the crushing fatigue from the jet lag made you out of breath from the short walk up the hill to the NI building. Once you reach your desk, you collapse into the chair. You feel short of breath, but no matter how much you breathe, you don't seem to get enough air. The feeling of weakness persisted. It was nothing major, and you could focus, so you decided to ignore it and push through. Despite the continuous barrage of beautiful women, you're aware of your lack of erection.<<if $deny1 is 1>> Especially, considering your meager orgasm last night.<</if>> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'$name?'</span> Zoey startles you by appearing behind your back.</div> You stand in alarm, looking at the clock, wondering how long you'd been in your little world. <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Are you alright?'</span> She continues sweetly.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I'm fine!'</span> You reply, mocking brightness. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Just a little tired.'</span></div> <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Of course you are!' </span>She exclaims sympathetically. <span style="color:#e50666">'I remember how tired I was when I first started here, and it must be so much worse for you struggling with jet lag too. But, $name... Why don't you pay a visit to the doctor? I am sure she'll tell you to rest if she sees you.'</span> She paused, thinking before producing a small vanity mirror from a lip gloss.</div> You sit in silence, staring at an unnaturally pale version of your face with dark circles under your eyes. <div class="box zoey"><span style="color:#e50666">'Go, and I'll call ahead and let her know you're coming.'</span> Zoey says soothingly.</div> You nod in response, heading straight for the medical centre.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Medical2 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/distrabution offices.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/oli.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You notice a boy standing behind you, from the corner of your eye you can see him staring intently over your shoulder at the menu. Turning slightly more, you recognise him as the boy you'd seen on your way to the medical centre on your first day. <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Hi.'</span> You start, before you lose your confidence. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I'm $name.'</span></div> <div class="box oli">The boy looks at you before cracking a wide smile. <span style="color:#bcafee">'I'm Oli.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Oh? As in the Oli that's just started here? Mia mentioned you.'</span></div> <div class="box oli"><span style="color:#bcafee">'That's the one! And that must make you the $name that just started here too!'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I am! I'm working in the Research department, under Dr Jamerson.'</span> You smile, happy with how easy Oli is to speak to.</div> <div class="box oli"><span style="color:#bcafee">'I'm in Distribution, working under... Well, a lot of guys! I was supposed to R&D with your job, but about two weeks ago, I got told they think I'd be a better fit in Distribution.'</span></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Help 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/jamersons office.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/jamerson.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $willpower gte 6>><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Doctor Jamerson? It's $name $lastname, Zoey told me to bring lunch?'</span> You ask, trying to sound confident without sounding impatient. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I hope it's not a bad time, I can come back later?'</span> You add immediately for good measure.</div> <<else>> He is expecting lunch, and you do not want to keep him waiting; after all, he is your boss. So you knock on the door. It does not seem like he heard you, so you knock harder. <div class="box jamerson"><span style="color:#90A4AE">'Yes, who is it?'</span>His powerful voice comes, muffled by the office door. </div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'It's $name $lastname, Sir. Sorry to uh... bother you, Zoey told me to bring lunch?'</span> You ask a bit hesitantly. </div><</if>></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Office2 5]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/delmarva night.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><<if $abinoreward is 1>>As the two of you leave the restaurant, you feel every eye is on you, as if they all know what has just transpired. You silently thank Abigail for her presents as she confidently walks through the dining area, her high heels clicking against the marble floor. On your way out, she hands a small envelope to the hostess who bows, and then the two of you are alone in the elevator. <</if>>You walk with Abigail through the crisp night air, she asked you in more detail about your life in the UK, why you worked at a supermarket and what university was like. She seems very familiar with London, you gather she must have visited the city extensively. The atmosphere was relaxed as she kept the conversation flowing with ease, and you had to remind yourself that this wasn’t a date. Walking up through the house area, a light breeze gently rustled the leaves and the moonlight caught Abigail's face, reflecting off her glossy full lips and emphasising her staggering beauty. <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">‘This is you?’</span> She asked as you approached your condo entrance.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">‘It is.’</span> You smiled happily.</div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">‘I remember when I moved into a condo when I first moved here.’</span> She said thoughtfully, looking over your shoulder.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">‘You don’t anymore?’</span> You ask.</div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">‘No. After your probation period you will be offered other accommodation if you want it. I decided to be closer to work so I stay in an apartment in central campus.’</span></div> <div class="box you">You nod understandingly. <span style="color:#afeeee">‘Would you like to come in?’</span></div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">‘I need to finish off the paperwork from this evening. And what would the neighbours say if they saw your boss entering your house at this time of night.’</span> She gives you a mischievous smile <<if $abmeet gte 10>> and leans in close. So close you can smell the sweetness of her perfume. <span style="color:#ac2676">'and... I may have had a little too much to drink, let's leave your first time at that... for now.'</span> She finishes <</if>>before she leans in and gives you a quick peck on the cheek and you can’t help but steal a glance down her cleavage. <span style="color:#ac2676">‘Thank you for a lovely evening, $name. I look forward to your future.’ </span>She says as she departs.</div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">‘Bye.’</span> You say quietly to yourself, the aroma of her perfume lingering.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 10a]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<changeWillpower -2>> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you">You try to put into words what you felt, and you stop, sensing your anxiety spiking again. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I... It's just that the.... I mean, it's... it's really hard for me to...'</span> Your breathing quickens, fearing rejection and judgement.</div> You should feel building panicked but Abigail's serene demeanour and understanding smile immediately calm you. She does not speak, again giving you time, and gently takes your hand, in silence, until you feel your anxiety calm down. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/abi noreward 1.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box abigail">A few minutes pass in silence, allowing you to regain your composure. Then, Abigail speaks again. <span style="color:#ac2676">'It seems you have an issue with physical intimacy. It's fine, and perfectly normal, and I am sorry that it was too much for you. Hopefully we will have time to move past it as we work together. In the meantime, I would suggest speaking to Tanya about it.'</span> </div> As she talks you feel a wave of relief wash over you as you finally calm down, you give her a grateful look as you adjust yourself in the chair.</div> <<if $ablie is 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi noreward 1a]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><<if $abmeet lte 4>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi noreward 1b]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<elseif $abmeet gte 10>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi noreward 1c]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi noreward 1d]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<changeWillpower 2>> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you">You take a deep breath, as you carefully consider your words. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I'm sorry, but...'</span> You notice she is about to interject, and you stop her. <span style="color:#afeeee">'No, wait, let me explain. I... I like you, and you... well, you are very beautiful. I would like to... but... well, I have no experience with anything sexual and... I would like it to... mean something. It has nothing to do with you, it’s just… Does any of that make sense?'</span> You end with a question, as you struggle to find the right words. </div> <div class="box abigail">Thankfully Abigail comes to your rescue. <span style="color:#ac2676">'Yes.'</span> She says simply, giving you an understanding nod. <span style="color:#ac2676">'You want it to be special. To mean something to you, correct?'</span> She continues. </div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes, thank you!'</span> You reply as she managed to extrapolate your feelings from your rambling. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I'm sorry, I should...'</span> </div> <div class="box abigail">She stops you. <span style="color:#ac2676">'Don't apologise, it's a nice sentiment to have, and you should be proud of it. Men often will move mountains to lose their virginity, and it's good to regard innocence as something... precious.'</span> <<if $abirel gte 4>>As she speaks, you catch a glint of nostalgia in her eyes, thinking back to her past. <</if>>She goes quiet for a moment, then continues. <span style="color:#ac2676">'Anyway, I understand and fully respect your wish.'</span> She concludes with a decisive tone.</div></div> <<if $ablie is 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi noreward 1a]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><<if $abmeet lte 4>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi noreward 1b]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<elseif $abmeet gte 10>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi noreward 1e]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi noreward 1f]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <<changeMaleAttraction 2>> <div class="box mini-br-after"><<set $abinofeel to 1>><div class="box you">You take a deep breath as you try to think about it with as clear a head as possible. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I'm sorry, but I... I just don't... feel comfortable with this.'</span> You manage to say. </div> <div class="box abigail">Abigail gets a concerned look. <span style="color:#ac2676">'$name, don't apologise, I clearly misread what you were feeling.'</span> She puts a hand on your arm as you take another deep breath and continue. </div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/abi noreward 1.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'No, I... You did not misread anything, I...'</span> You stop for a moment to collect yourself as you feel your emotions rising again. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I thought I would be... well, into it... but when you actually tried...'</span> Blood rushes in your ears and you can feel your breathing speed up. </div> <div class="box abigail">Abigail immediately takes your head into her hands, her nails dragging sensually against your scalp, bringing your focus out of your head and into your body. <span style="color:#ac2676">'$name, look at me. Breathe. Ignore everything else, just focus on your breathing.'</span> </div> You obey her as you focus on her eyes, and you feel your breathing starting to slow down. <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'That's it. Slow and steady. Everything is fine, keep going.'</span> She says, guiding you. As you start to calm down, you can't help but focus on her beautiful blue eyes, now overflowing with concern and worry. <span style="color:#ac2676">'All right.'</span> She smiles at you as she releases you and sits beside you. <span style="color:#ac2676">'I get it, $name, you are not ready and you... don't really feel it tonight?'</span> You nod at her suggestion. <span style="color:#ac2676">'That is perfectly fine. I would suggest, if you feel you need help, talk about this with Tanya, she is in the best position to help you.'</span> You give her a grateful nod as you regain your composure. </div></div> <<if $ablie is 1>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi noreward 1a]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><<if $abmeet lte 4>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi noreward 1b]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<elseif $abmeet gte 10>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi noreward 1c]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi noreward 1d]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box abigail">After a moment of silence, Abigail speaks again. <span style="color:#ac2676">'However.'</span> She continues looking straight in your eyes. <span style="color:#ac2676">'I do wonder if there is another reason. To be clear, I am not denying your emotions. But maybe you don't feel you deserve a reward.'</span> She pauses, and then adds. <span style="color:#ac2676">'You lied to me.'</span> There is a tinge of mournful disappointment in her voice, as she lets her words hang in the air. </div> You immediately lower your gaze in shame and you curse yourself for thinking she would not notice. <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'This is predictable male ego, something that...'</span> </div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Wait.'</span> You interrupt her. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Then why did you...'</span></div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Why did I offer a reward if I knew?'</span> You nod. <span style="color:#ac2676">'Well, I had planned to teach you a lesson. A light, yet memorable one.'</span> She says plainly. She still looks... disappointed. She planned the lesson but it never happened, you think. Maybe you can still improve the situation.</div></div> <<nobr>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Apologise and tell her you won't lie again|Abi noreward 1a1]]>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Apologise and ask if you can earn her forgiveness|Abi noreward 1a2]]>><</button>>@@</div> <</nobr>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box abigail">Abigail leans forward with a more serious look. <span style="color:#ac2676">'Look, $name, I have to tell you I am not particularly satisfied with how the meeting went. I have not regretted my decision to hire you, mind you, but I was expecting more. I had wanted this to a be a sincere conversation between us. I know you have plenty of time and potential to make up for it as we start working together. And hopefully, soon you will also be able to face your intimacy issues, so keep at it!'</span> She concludes by gently caressing your head as she stands up.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 8c]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box abigail">Abigail gives you a big smile, then speaks soflty. <span style="color:#ac2676">'It seems you feel better now.'</span> </div> You nod. <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Great, now please stand, if you don't mind I would like to try something. Nothing sexual, I promise.'</span> </div> A bit fearful, you gingerly stand up. As you do, she gets very close, and slowly puts her arms around you. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/abi noreward 1d.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Just tell me if it's too much, all right?'</span> She says sweetly. Again, you feel your anxiety coming back but Abigail's tact and reassurances keep it at bay. You slowly relax as she embraces you. <span style="color:#ac2676">'Go ahead, you can hold me too.'</span> She whispers, almost singing in your ear. </div> As you embrace her, the two of you get even closer and you breathe in her scent. The tactile sensation gets very intense, your heart starts going a bit faster and your breathing increases. <div class="box abigail">As you are about to recoil, Abigail speaks again in your ear. <span style="color:#ac2676">'Hush, focus on breathing, you are doing great.'</span> Gradually, this calms you, and you slowly melt into her arms, as she keeps caressing your head and murmuring words of encouragement. <span style="color:#ac2676">'You did really well tonight, you know? You impressed me, and, as people her will tell you, I am not easily impressed. I am so glad I hired someone like you.'</span> </div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Th-thank you, I... I am so sorry I couldn't...</span></div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'$name, you have nothing to be sorry about. You will get there, and I will do my best to help you.'</span> She says, a determined note in her voice, as she softly kisses you on the cheek. You finally pull away from the hug, as you both get ready to leave.</div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 9a 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box abigail">Abigail gives you a big smile, then speaks softly. <span style="color:#ac2676">'It seems you feel better now.'</span> </div> You nod. <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Great, now please stand, if you don't mind I would like to try something. Nothing sexual, I promise.'</span> A bit fearful, you gingerly stand up. As you do, she gets very close, and slowly puts her arms around you. <span style="color:#ac2676">'Just tell me if it's too much, all right?'</span> She says sweetly. Again, you feel your anxiety coming back but Abigail's tact and reassurances keep it at bay. </div> You slowly relax as she embraces you. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/abi noreward 1d.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Go ahead, you can hold me too.'</span> She whispers, almost singing in your ear. </div> As you embrace her, the two of you get even closer and you breathe in her scent. The tactile sensation gets very intense, your heart starts going a bit faster and your breathing increases. <div class="box abigail">As you are about to recoil, Abigail speaks again in your ear. <span style="color:#ac2676">'Shhh, focus on breathing, you are doing great.'</span> Gradually, this calms you, and you slowly melt into her arms, as she keeps caressing your head and murmuring words of encouragement. <span style="color:#ac2676">'You did well tonight, at the meeting, I mean. I look forward to working with you.'</span></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">Thank you. For hiring me and... for this.'</span> You reply, still taking in all these new sensations. </div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'You are welcome, $name.'</span> She replies, breaking the hug with a smile. <span style="color:#ac2676">'And don't worry about the sex, you will get there, and I promise I will do my best to help you.'</span> You thank her as you both get ready to leave. </div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 9a 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Thank you. I... I look forward to taking up on your offer.'</span> You say with a grateful smile, you are glad that she is fully respectful of your decision. </div> <div class="box abigail">She thinks for a moment, then moves her chair besides you and takes your hand. <span style="color:#ac2676">'I look forward to that as well. You have done well tonight, I am glad to have hired you and this is a solid foundation that we will build upon as we work together.'</span> As you both stand up, she goes to hug you. </div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/abi noreward 1d.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You are a bit hesitant, but ultimately give her a nod. It's a short, comforting hug that relaxes you as you briefly melt in her arms and take in her perfume. You feel a brief pang of regret at not taking up her offer, but, as you both separate, you recall her words about meaning something to you, and you think of the future as you both get ready to leave.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 9a 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Thank you. I... I look forward to taking up on your offer.'</span> You say with a grateful smile, you are glad that she is fully respectful of your decision. </div> <div class="box abigail">She thinks for a moment, then moves her chair besides you and takes your hand. <span style="color:#ac2676">'I look forward to that as well. You have done well tonight, I am glad to have hired you and this is a solid foundation that we will build upon as we work together.'</span> As you both stand up, she goes to hug you. </div> You are a bit hesitant, but ultimately give her a nod. It's a short, comforting hug that relaxes you as you briefly melt in her arms and take in her perfume. You feel a brief pang of regret at not taking up her offer, but, as you both separate, you recall her words about meaning something to you, and you think of the future as you both get ready to leave.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 9a 2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I-I'm sorry. It's just that here everything is new to me and I'm not used to... sharing personal feelings. No one at work cared about them. Ever.'</span> You pause and gather your thoughts. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Again, I am so sorry I lied, you did not deserve it, especially... after granting me this opportunity... and the fancy dinner.'</span> You add at the end with a weak smile. </div> <div class="box abigail">Abigail sits quiet for a second, then says. <span style="color:#ac2676">'All right, no harm done. And for the record, I will always value your input, as long as it's sincere. Now, I am happy to move past this if you are, all right?'</span> As she talks she gently brushes your hair and gives you a motherly smile. </div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Yes, and thank you. I won't lie again.'</span> You say resolutely. </div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Good. Now, <<if $abmeet lte 4>>I have to say I was expecting a bit more from you, and I am not talking about the reward part or the lie. Hopefully you will do better once you learned the ropes.<<elseif $abmeet gte 10>>lies aside, I am kind of impressed by how the meeting went, keep up the good work!<<else>>disregarding the lying part, you did quite well in the meeting. Keep it up and you'll do even better in the future.<</if>>'</span></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 8c]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><<set $ablie to 0>><div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'I-I'm sorry.'</span> You start, somewhat awkwardly while thinking of the best way to put this. <span style="color:#afeeee">'What I did was wrong, I tried to lie to you and take advantage when you have been nothing but kind to me and gave me this amazing opportunity.'</span> You speak quickly, hoping to get your point across. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I understand I don't deserve it, but is there anything I can do to make this better?'</span> You ask, while trying to stop your own voice from trembling. </div> <div class="box abigail">Abigail gives you a pensive look while she ponders your question. <span style="color:#ac2676">'<<if $abmeet lte 4>>You could have done better in the meeting, and I am not talking about the lie or the reward. Hopefully you will do better once you have been shown the ropes. <<elseif $abmeet gte 10>>You did really well in the meeting, aside from the lies. <<else>>You did well in the meeting, aside from lying. <</if>>But this is not about the meeting itself, isn't it? This is about my forgiveness.'</span> She makes eye contact, her expression shifting from thoughtful to slightly intrigued. </div> You find yourself nodding to her words. <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Very well, let me think.'</span> She thinks for a moment, then seems to realise something. </div> She reaches out to her bag, searches in it for a moment, then pulls out a pair of pink panties. She presents them to you: they look very fancy, probably made of silk, with laced edges. As you look at them, you slowly realise what she wants you to do and you immediately start to back out, but <div class="box abigail">Abigail stops you with an imperious gesture and a firm tone. <span style="color:#ac2676">'You wanted a way to fix your behaviour. Is that true atonement you seek or are you just trying to make yourself feel better?'</span> </div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi noreward 2a2]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You desperately think of something to say, but your mind comes up empty. She has a point after all, you asked for a way, she is offering you one. <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'So, here is what I want you to do.'</span> She starts with the same commanding tone while putting the panties in your hand. <span style="color:#ac2676">'I will give you a few days to ponder, so let's say starting from next week I want you to wear these panties to work. You will come to my office and show me you are wearing them. Every day for the next two weeks. You don't need to disrobe, just show me a sliver. Do this and you will earn my forgiveness.'</span> </div> You stare at the panties, feeling the smooth fabric while trying to understand why she is asking this of you. And it kind of make sense. <<if $panties is 1 or $panties is 3>>The panties you are wearing are, technically, feminine, but they... maintain an illusion, somehow? These do not, even remotely<<else>>These panties are outrageously feminine, even more so than normal ones<</if>>. But it's kind of the point: you did not respect her as a woman, she wants you to walk in her shoes... well, in her underwear anyway. At least it's just for a while, you think as you take a deep breath and pocket the panties. <div class="box you">You weigh your words carefully as you think about what to say. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I... Well, this is a lot, but I'll try, I promise.'</span> You finally say. </div> <div class="box abigail">Abigail gives you a comforting smile and a nod of approval. She sits back in her chair. <span style="color:#ac2676">'Good, I am aware and look forward to seeing you try.'</span> She says decisively as she stands up.</div></div> <<if $abmeet lte 4>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 8c]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>><div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 9a 2]]>><</button>>@@</div><</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/><div class="box location-char-1"><img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div></div> <div class="box mini-br-after"><div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'You’re not weird, it’s normal. Also, you're doing fine with me tonight?' </span>She turns to look you dead in the eye, her crystal blue gaze taking your breath away.</div> <div class="box you">You laugh it off, lowering your gaze. <span style="color:#afeeee">'Thank you, it’s-it’s nice of you to say, though I find it easier when it’s just another person rather than a group. You're my boss though, so this feels more like a work meeting than a date!'</span></div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Oh?...'</span> She pauses and the world seems to pause with her. <span style="color:#ac2676">'So you’re saying it should feel more like a date?'</span></div> Your laughter feels forced as you fumble for an answer. But before you have the chance, she shifts on the table and places one of her feet between your legs. <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'It's just the two of us. We dressed up nicely and had drinks together. No one is going to disturb us, I've made sure of that.'</span> Her voice flows lullingly. <span style="color:#ac2676">'From what I've observed, more confidence in your love life can help you overcome a lack of confidence in your social life, your work life and your day to day. What would make you feel more confident in your love life?'</span></div> <div class="box you">You're taken aback by the direct line of questioning and you take another large gulp of your drink to compose yourself. <span style="color:#afeeee">'I don't know... I think I'd like to... Em, just feel comfortable around someone...'</span></div> <div class="box abigail">Ms Winters smiles wryly. <span style="color:#ac2676">'It is good to want comfort. However, it is difficult to achieve it when… you have no "physical" experience.'</span></div> Your eyes widen and you feel yourself sway on the spot, either from being called out or from the alcohol. <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'I'm not judging. But, you should also acknowledge when an opportunity comes your way.'</span> Her voice is sensual and breathy.</div> You feel frozen in place as you feel her delicate toes slowly caress their way up your inner thigh. Giving a shallow gasp, you struggle to believe that this isn't a dream. <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Would you like a... Sexual encounter?... Tonight?' </span>She moans as her foot edges closer to your throbbing dick.</div> <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/abi assessment 4 2.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> <div class="box you"><span style="color:#afeeee">'Abigail.'</span> You try to plead. <span style="color:#afeeee">'You're my boss! I can't do this with you! It'll...'</span> You gasp as she reaches your little bulge, grazing it with the lightest touch. <span style="color:#afeeee">'... Make things weird. At the office.'</span></div> <div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'Oh, $name. You're overthinking. We're both adults, we both have the maturity to separate sex from work... Unless you would like to entwine them?'</span> She adds, leaning in close and giving you a soft kiss on the cheek. With a soft giggle, she recedes. <span style="color:#ac2676">'You can think about it, while I continue with our conversation.'</span></div> She continues to gently stroke the material of your trousers and you have trouble concentrating on the world around you. <<if $lie is 1>><div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'You told Tanya you don't watch porn? Really?'</span> She gives you a sceptical look, as she adds a little more pressure with her toes.</div> <<else>><div class="box abigail"><span style="color:#ac2676">'So, you told Tanya you... consume pornographic material. May I ask what kind?'</span> She asks with a polite yet mischievous smile, as she adds a little more pressure with her toes.</div> <</if>></div><<nobr>> <<if $lie is 1>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Tell her you felt too ashamed to admit it|Abi assessment 4a]]>>/<<set $abmeet to $abmeet+1>><<set $abigailporn to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Swear it's true|Abi assessment 4b]]>>/<<set $ablie to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Ask why are your porn habits so important|Abi assessment 4c]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Sincerely describe your tastes|Abi assessment 4d]]>>/<<set $abmeet to $abmeet+1>>/<<set $abigailporn to 1>><</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Say you only watch rarely and just conventional porn|Abi assessment 4e]]>>/<<set $ablie to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Ask why are your porn habits important|Abi assessment 4c]]>><</button>>@@</div> <</if>> <</nobr>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"> <img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/> <div class="box location-char-1"> <img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </div> </div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> <<abigail>> ‘You’re a natural, $name. Are you sure, you haven’t done this before?’ <span> She asks though you’re in no place to respond with your tongue occupied by her sex. </span> <</abigail>> <p> As you build her pleasure up once again, she begins rocking her hips back and forth, riding your face, controlling the rhythm. You feel right on the edge, but Abigail holds you there, expertly slowing, torturing you on the brink. </p> <<abigail>> ‘I want… you to cum, with me, $name!’ <span>She moans getting close.</span> <</abigail>> <p> She sits her pussy down onto your face, your nose pushing against the tight bud of her asshole. Abigail grinds herself against your tongue and you match her rough tempo, flicking your tongue against her as she moves. You struggle to get a full breath down and the lack of oxygen makes the experience more intense. </p> <div class="image-ls"> <center> <img src="media/chapter 4/abi assessment 8a 2.webp" style="width: 595px;"> </center> </div> <<abigail>> ‘God, $girlyname! Yes!!’ <span>She exclaims breathily.</span> ‘You’re going to make me…’ <span>She trails off.</span> <</abigail>> <<if $ablie isnot 1>> <p> She grips you tightly, finally allowing your release, your dick spurting. Her body clenches, her thighs squeezing in around you before she joins you in the climax. Crying out she rides the wave of pleasure. You see stars as the two of you cum hard, both of your bodies tensing and relaxing, in blissful harmony. </p> <p> Time seems to elude you as you come back down, still smothered by Abigail’s ass. </p> <</if>> </div> <<if $ablie isnot 1>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 9a]]>><</button>>@@</div> <<else>> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 8b 2]]>><</button>>@@</div> <</if>>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"> <img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/umu room.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/> <div class="box location-char-1"> <img src='media/characters/abigail dress.png' style="max-width: 100%;"/> </div> </div> <div class="box mini-br-after"> She grips you tightly, finally allowing your release. As her body clenches, her thighs squeeze in around you, she joins you in the climax, then she pulls your hand away from your dick. You continue to squirt and are desperate for stimulation, you wiggle and writhe to break your hand free of Abigail's grasp but you’re powerless against her. <br> <br> <div class="image-ls"> <center> <img src="media/chapter 4/abi assessment 8b 2.webp" style="width: 595px;"> </center> </div> <br> <<you>> ‘Abigail…’ <span>You moan as she releases you from under her, completely unsatisfied.</span> <</you>> <<if $deny is 1>> Your mind goes back to the other evening when you denied your own orgasm. This is so much more frustrating and… disappointing. <br> <br> <</if>> <<abigail>> ‘$name?’ <span>She asks innocently.</span> <</abigail>> <<you>> ‘You didn’t… let me… You stopped me from finishing.’ <span>You continue, out of breath.</span> <</you>> <<abigail>> ‘You lied to me.’ <span>She says simply.</span> ‘I’m not stupid, $name. It’s obvious when you lie to me and I don’t appreciate it.’ <</abigail>> You say nothing in reply, looking away in shame. <br> <br> <<abigail>> ’I’ve had to deal with male egos my entire career, always thinking I’m just a… woman.’ <span> She continued, flawlessly inserting herself in your train of thought. Finally, she takes a deep breath, gently brushes your hair and gives you a motherly smile. </span> ‘The purpose of punishment is to be able to learn from it. This was a //very// light punishment, more of a warning. But, I’m very happy to move on if you are?’ <</abigail>> <<you>> <span> You don’t know how to act in front of this woman who had tortured you and now is kind and approachable. </span> ‘Thank you, Abigail, and, I’m sorry.’ <span>You respond gratefully.</span> <</you>> <<abigail>> ‘There is no need, but I admire your ability to see mistakes and correct them. It is something I thought I spotted when we first interviewed.’ <span>She smiled broadly.</span> <</abigail>> </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Abi assessment 8c]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">Without warning the man roughly picks the maid up and throws her onto the couch, lifting her legs up by her head presenting her to himself. He pauses only to take a single long lick of her asshole and pussy before he positions hims member to enter her ass. There's a brief pause, letting you catch the gleam in her eye as you squeeze your dick harder, then he pushes his cock into her, drawing out a primal groan from her. He slows as he pushes his entire length into her asshole, pulls out and rams into her hard, his cock swallowed by her perfect ass. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/rest 7a.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You gasp, harldy able to contain the pleasure surging through you at the sight of this beautiful maid being railed and your mind thinks back to the maid you saw on the balcony. </div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Rest 8a]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You feel your orgasm approaching and have to force yourself to loosen your grip on your dick, unable to fully release it. On the screen, the man pulls his cock from the girl before effortlessly flipping the maid onto her knees, letting her upper body collapse onto the couch. He spits on her asshole before shoving himself into her again, rewarded by a squeal of satisfaction. The maid bites down on her thumb, attempting to contain the cries of ecstasy pouring from her. Watching her total bliss you're unable to hold off any longer and you grip your dick once again, quicly building bakc to your mindless orgasm. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/rest 8a.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> With each thrust the man pounds into her helpless asshole, until she's no longer able to stand up to it and collapses onto the couch. The man gives her no rest as her goes with her pushing his cock in deeper, ramming himself to the hilt, his balls slapping against her pussy. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/rest 9a.gif" style="width: 595px;"></center></div></div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Rest 7 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">You watch as his cock disappears over and over into her mouth, appearing again slick with her saliva. The scene changes and he positions himself to push into her ass, helped by the other girl. There's a moment before he enters her in which you catch yourself holding your breath and having to swallow. As he pushes in her eyes roll in ecstasy and you grip your dick hard in response. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 4/rest 8b.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> After giving her just a moment to adjust to his throbbing size, he pulls out and plunges into her once again, forcing a primal groan from the girl. You can't help but pump your dick rapidly watching as she's unable to contain her bliss at having her ass stretched by his thick member. Unconsiously your free hand slips down between your legs, brushing against your balls before resting a finger on your own asshole. You suddenly realise what you're doing and pause, her cries of pleasure fill your mind urging you onwards, urging you to experience her bliss.</div> <div class="buttonbox mini-br-after">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Push your finger in|Rest 8b]]>>/<<set $tryanal to 1>>/<</button>>@@</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Take your finger away|Rest 8c]]>>/<<set $tryanal to 0>>/<</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">The scene cuts to a close up to one of the girls faces as her tight bud is stretched full, she grins as her eyes roll but you're unable to move. //What the fuck are you doing?// <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 4/rest 9b.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> You pull your hand away, unable to comprehend what you had been thinking. Your body had acted on it's own. If you hadn't stopped yourself, you would have mindlessly pushed a finger into your ass. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 4/rest 10b.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> On screen the girl is lost in her own pleasure, hardly able to concentrate on anything other than the cock filling her. Watching, you can't help but imagine what it would feel like to have something in you... to be stretched like her... to feel what she is. You snap your mind away from the thoughts of anal and just sit, the cries of pleasure still ringing out from your laptop.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Rest 7 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

<div class="box location-box location-bg mini-br-after"><img src='media/locations/banners/delmarva/bedroom.jpg' style="max-width: 100%;"/></div> <div class="box mini-br-after">The scene cuts to a close up to one of the girls faces as her tight bud is stretched full, she grins as her eyes roll and curiosity takes hold of you. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 4/rest 9b.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> You push on your asshole and groan as the pressure build. Despite your effort, your finger won't go in. Grunting in frustration you spit on your finger and try again before you loose your nerve. This time the pressure builds until there's a sudden pop and your groan as the pleasure forces a shudder from you. Following what you'd seen you hold your finger in and wait to adjust. <div class="image-ls"><center><img src="media/chapter 4/rest 8c.webp" style="width: 595px;"></center></div> You moan as each movement sends pulses through you, and you can't help but curl your body in response. Lost in the sensation you begin to pump your finger into yourself over and over, almost forgetting about your dick in your other hand. On screen the girl is lost in her own pleasure, hardly able to concentrate on anything other than the cock filling her. Watching, you can't help but imagine what it would feel like to have something larger in you... to be stretched like her... to feel what she is. <div class="image-ls"><center><video src='media/chapter 4/rest 10b.webm' autoplay loop muted style="max-width: 100%;"/> </center></div> You swallow and have to remind yourself to breath as you hit a spot that makes your eyes roll and your mouth form an O. Your orgasm builds but it feels different; more intense. You want more, you need more as you push into your tight asshole over and over unable to stop, even if you wanted to.</div> <div class="buttonbox">@@.btnUI;<<button [[Next|Rest 7 1]]>><</button>>@@</div>

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Attraction

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