<img src="img/misc/start.jpg">
<h1 class="big">Foreword from the developer: </h1> \
Welcome to Fragile Female! First and foremost, I want to thank you for taking the time to explore this game. This is my very first foray into coding and game development, so I kindly ask for your patience and understanding as you embark on this journey with me.
Fragile Female is an adult-oriented game that explores complex and mature themes. It includes explicit content, erotic scenes, and certain fetishes, as well as depictions of violence and humiliation. This game is intended for mature audiences only, and it is not suitable for those who are sensitive to such material.
If you are uncomfortable with any of the themes mentioned, I strongly encourage you to exit the game now. However, if you are of legal age and are prepared to engage with the content, then I invite you to press "Start" and immerse yourself in the world I've created.
Please note that this project is a work in progress. Your feedback and support mean the world to me, and if you’d like to help me continue developing and improving the game, you can support me through my [[Patreon|"https://www.patreon.com/Fragile Games"]]. Every contribution, no matter how small, helps fuel the creation of more content and features.
Thank you once again for being here. I hope you enjoy Fragile Female and all it has to offer.
Press "Start" to begin your journey.
[[Start|CharacterCreation][$avatar to true]]
[[I'm under 18.|Exit]]<span class="big"> Your name is: </span>
<<textbox "$name" "">>
<span class="big"> Choose Your Look </span>
<<if $avatar is false>> \
Your avatar is hidden.
<<link "Unhide" passage()>> \
<<set $avatar to true>> \
<</link>> \
<</if>>
Please enter your name and pick how you want to look to proceed.
<<set _av_names to ["Dolly", "Malena", "Lily", "Elsa", "Evelyn", "Aidra", "Nancy", "Megan", "Jia"]>> \
@@.avatar-selector-container;
<<for _i to 0; _i < _av_names.length; ++_i>> \
<<AvatarOption _i _av_names[_i]>> \
<</for>> \
@@
<<unset _i>> \
<<unset _av_names>> \<script>
window.close();
</script>
<<widget "AvatarOption">>\
<div>\
<<link [img[`img/character/avatar/${_args[0]}.jpg`][start]]>> \
<<set $face to _args[0]>> \
<<if !$name.trim().length>> \
<<set $name to _args[1]>> \
<</if>> \
<</link>>
<<link [[Select|start]]>> \
<<set $face to _args[0]>> \
<<if !$name.trim().length>> \
<<set $name to _args[1]>> \
<</if>> \
<</link>>
</div>\
<</widget>>\<img src="img/misc/hometown.jpg"/>
You grew up in a small northern town in your country, surrounded by the quiet rhythm of daily life. Your family was ordinary in many ways—your mother, father, older brother, and younger sister made up your world. Your father had his struggles, particularly with drinking, but over time, he found his way and became a caring and devoted father. Your mother, a dedicated nurse at the local hospital, worked long hours but always made time for her family. Your older brother, now a mechanic, spent his days fixing cars in a garage not far from home, while your younger sister is still in school, full of energy and dreams of her own.
<img src="img/misc/family.jpg"/>
Having spent your entire life in this small northern town, where harsh winters blanketed the landscape for most of the year, you often dreamed of a different life—a life in a big, bustling city at the heart of the country. The snow-covered streets and limited opportunities of your hometown began to feel more like a cage than a comfort, and you yearned for a place where you could truly thrive, leaving behind the familiar faces and the quiet life you had always known.
As fate would have it, your uncle passed away, leaving his modest apartment in the bustling city to his close friend, Mr. Novak. The two had shared a deep bond and a longstanding friendship. Upon your uncle’s passing, Mr. Novak reached out to your family, offering them the apartment as a gesture of goodwill.
Mr. Novak was aware of your family’s contentment with their quiet life in the small town and understood their reluctance to leave. Nevertheless, he extended a unique opportunity: if anyone from your family decided to move to the city, he would rent the apartment at an exceptionally low rate. He emphasized that the apartment, though modest, was situated in a vibrant part of the city with plenty of opportunities.
When you learned about this offer, you were thrilled at the prospect of experiencing city life. Eager to seize the opportunity, you approached your parents and asked for their permission to move. They agreed, but with one condition: you had to perform well on your upcoming exams. They believed that if you could prove your dedication and succeed academically, you would be ready for the new challenge.
In school, I was:
<<link "A bookworm, always lost in the pages of a new novel or studying late into the night." "exam">>
<<set $intellect += 10>>
<</link>>
<<link "The center of attention, always surrounded by friends and the life of every social event." "exam">>
<<set $charisma += 10>>
<</link>>
<<link "An athlete, dedicated to my health and always pushing myself to new physical limits." "exam">>
<<set $fitness += 10>>
<</link>>
<<link "A rebel, constantly breaking the rules and challenging authority." "exam">>
<<set $corruption += 10>>
<</link>>
<<link "Nothing special, just an average student blending into the crowd." "exam">>
<<set $intellect += 2>>
<<set $charisma += 2>>
<<set $fitness += 2>>
<<set $corruption += 2>>
<</link>>Fragile Female v<<print $gameversion>><span class="caption"> <<print $name>> </span>
<<if $avatar is true>>
@@.image-container;
[img[`img/character/avatar/${$face}.jpg`]]
@@
<</if>>
<div style="text-align: left; margin-left: 2.5em;">
MONEY: $<<print $money>>
DAY: <<print $dayNumber>>
WEEKDAY: <<=setup.datePart[$currentDay]>>
TIME: <<=setup.dayPart[$currentTime]>>
<br><span style="color: #1e90ff;">INTELLECT: <<print $intellect>></span>
<br><span style="color: #ff6347;">CHARISMA: <<print $charisma>></span>
<br><span style="color: #32cd32;">FITNESS: <<print $fitness>></span>
<br><span style="color: #9400d3;">CORRUPTION: <<print $corruption>></span>
<br><span style="color: #ffb6c1;">AROUSAL: <<print $arousal>></span>
<br>[[Open Inventory|Inventory]]
<br>[[Relationships|Relationships]]
<br>[[Character Stats|CharacterStats]]
</div>
<style>
.inventory-container {
display: flex;
flex-wrap: wrap;
gap: 20px;
justify-content: center;
}
.inventory-item {
border: 2px solid var(--silver);
border-radius: 10px;
padding: 10px;
text-align: center;
max-width: 200px;
background-color: var(--body);
}
.inventory-item img {
max-width: 100%;
height: auto;
border-bottom: 1px solid var(--silver);
margin-bottom: 10px;
}
.inventory-item span {
display: block;
font-weight: bold;
color: var(--text);
margin-top: 5px;
}
</style>
Here is a list of items in your inventory:
<<if $inventory.length > 0>>
<div class="inventory-container">
<<for _item range $inventory>>
<div class="inventory-item">
<<if _item == "Adult Book">>
<img src="img/inventory/0.jpg" alt="Adult Book"/>
<span>Adult Book</span>
<<elseif _item == "Porn Magazine">>
<img src="img/inventory/1.jpg" alt="Porn Magazine"/>
<span>Porn Magazine</span>
<<elseif _item == "Vibrator">>
<img src="img/inventory/2.jpg" alt="Vibrator"/>
<span>Vibrator</span>
<<elseif _item == "Butt Plug">>
<img src="img/inventory/3.jpg" alt="Butt Plug"/>
<span>Butt Plug</span>
<<elseif _item == "Precious Ring">>
<img src="img/inventory/4.jpg" alt="Precious Ring"/>
<span>Precious Ring</span>
<<elseif _item == "Cigarettes">>
<img src="img/inventory/cigarettes.jpg" alt="Cigarettes"/>
<span>Cigarettes (<<print $cigarettes>> left)</span>
<<elseif _item == "Fashion Magazine">>
<img src="img/inventory/fashion_magazine.jpg" alt="Fashion Magazine"/>
<span>Fashion Magazine</span>
<<elseif _item == "Face Cream">>
<img src="img/inventory/face_cream.jpg" alt="Face Cream"/>
<span>Face Cream</span>
<<elseif _item == "Public Speaking Guide">>
<img src="img/inventory/public_speaking_guide.jpg" alt="Public Speaking Guide"/>
<span>Public Speaking Guide</span>
<<elseif _item == "Workout Clothing">>
<img src="img/inventory/workout_clothing.jpg" alt="Workout Clothing"/>
<span>Workout Clothing</span>
<<elseif _item == "Yoga Mat">>
<img src="img/inventory/yoga_mat.jpg" alt="Yoga Mat"/>
<span>Yoga Mat</span>
<<elseif _item == "Dumbbells">>
<img src="img/inventory/dumbbells.jpg" alt="Dumbbells"/>
<span>Dumbbells</span>
<<elseif _item == "Jump Rope">>
<img src="img/inventory/jump_rope.jpg" alt="Jump Rope"/>
<span>Jump Rope</span>
<<elseif _item == "Running Shoes">>
<img src="img/inventory/running_shoes.jpg" alt="Running Shoes"/>
<span>Running Shoes</span>
<<elseif _item == "Junk Food">>
<img src="img/inventory/junk_food.jpg" alt="Junk Food"/>
<span>Junk Food (<<print $junkFood>> left)</span>
<<elseif _item == "Regular Meal">>
<img src="img/inventory/regular_meal.jpg" alt="Regular Meal"/>
<span>Regular Meal (<<print $regularMeal>> left)</span>
<<elseif _item == "Gourmet Dish">>
<img src="img/inventory/gourmet_dish.jpg" alt="Gourmet Dish"/>
<span>Gourmet Dish (<<print $gourmetDish>> left)</span>
<<elseif _item == "Smartphone">>
<img src="img/inventory/smartphone.jpg" alt="Smartphone"/>
<span>Smartphone</span>
<<elseif _item == "Home Computer">>
<img src="img/inventory/home_computer.jpg" alt="Home Computer"/>
<span>Home Computer</span>
<<elseif _item == "Laptop">>
<img src="img/inventory/laptop.jpg" alt="Laptop"/>
<span>Laptop</span>
<<elseif _item == "Camera">>
<img src="img/inventory/camera.jpg" alt="Camera"/>
<span>Camera</span>
<<elseif _item == "Video Camera">>
<img src="img/inventory/video_camera.jpg" alt="Video Camera"/>
<span>Video Camera</span>
<<elseif _item == "Recorder">>
<img src="img/inventory/recorder.jpg" alt="Recorder"/>
<span>Voice Recorder</span>
<<elseif _item == "Webcam">>
<img src="img/inventory/webcam.jpg" alt="Webcam"/>
<span>Webcam</span>
<<elseif _item == "Microphone">>
<img src="img/inventory/microphone.jpg" alt="Microphone"/>
<span>Microphone</span>
<<elseif _item == "Dildo">>
<img src="img/inventory/dildo.jpg" alt="Dildo"/>
<span>Dildo</span>
<<elseif _item == "Spanking Paddle">>
<img src="img/inventory/spanking_paddle.jpg" alt="Spanking Paddle"/>
<span>Spanking Paddle</span>
<<elseif _item == "Nipple Clamps">>
<img src="img/inventory/nipple_clamps.jpg" alt="Nipple Clamps"/>
<span>Nipple Clamps</span>
<<elseif _item == "Anal Plug with Tail">>
<img src="img/inventory/anal_plug_with_tail.jpg" alt="Anal Plug with Tail"/>
<span>Anal Plug with Tail</span>
<</if>>
</div>
<</for>>
</div>
<<else>>
<p>You have no items in your inventory.</p>
<</if>>
<<link "Return">><<run Engine.backward()>><<set $menu to false>><</link>><<set $currentDay = 0>>
<<set $currentTime = 0>>
<<set setup.dayPart = ["Dawn", "Early Morning", "Late Morning", "Afternoon", "Midday", "Evening", "Midnight", "Late Night"]>>
<<set setup.datePart = ["Monday", "Tuesday", "Wednesday", "Thursday", "Friday", "Saturday", "Sunday"]>>
<<set $gameversion to 0.1>>
<<set $dayNumber = 1>>
<<set $start = false>>
<<set $name = "">>
<<set $inventory = []>>
<<set $phoneCall = "">>
<<set $lastMoneyRequestDate = -1>>
<<set $cigarettes = 0>>
<<set $membership_active = false>>
<<set $membership_start_date = "" >>
<<set $lastGymVisit = -1>>
<<set $junkFood = 0>>
<<set $regularMeal = 0>>
<<set $gourmetDish = 0>>
<<set $viewerCount = 0>>
<<set $_newViewers = 0>>
<<set $webcamViewerCount = 0>>
<<set $_newWebcamViewers = 0>>
<<set $rentPaid = false>>
<<set $rentFailed = false>>
<<set $novakQuickie = false>>
<<set $dumbbellsUsage = 0>>
<<set $yogaMatUsage = 0>>
<<set $jumpRopeUsage = 0>>
<<set $stretchingUsage = 0>>
<<set $nakedStretchingCount = 0>>
<<set $parkRunUsage = 0>>
<<set $yogaMatParkUsage = 0>>
<<set $readAdultBook = false>>
<<set $readPornMagazine = false>>
<<set $buttPlugUsed = false>>
<<set $quantumMechanicsRead = 0>>
<<set $criticalThinkingRead = 0>>
<<set $ancientCivilizationsRead = 0>>
<<set $persuasionRead = 0>>
<<set $winFriendsRead = 0>>
<<set $runnersGuideRead = 0>>
<<set $forbiddenPleasuresRead = 0>>
<<set $frenchCookingRead = 0>>
<<set $cookingShowUsage = 0>>
<<set $programmingLessonsCompleted = 0>>
<<set $publicSpeakingLessonsCompleted = 0>>
<<set $cookingLessonsCompleted = 0>>
<<set $basketballAloneUsage = 0>>
<<set $parkflyerjobAccepted = false>>
<<set $flyerDistributionCount = 0>>
<<set $cafejobInquired = false>>
<<set $hasBarJob = false>>
<<set $eventCourierTriggered = false>>
<<set $courierEventCompleted = false>>
<<set $stephanie_firstVisit = true>>
<<set $metMargaret = false>>
<<set $margaretComputerRepairCompleted = false>>
<<set $ringStolen = false>>
<<set $margaretApologyGiven = false>>
<<set $margaretForgivenessEventCompleted = false>>
<<set $metJill = false>>
<<set $fitProEventCompleted = false>>
<<set $frankieIntroduced = false>>
<<set $tyra_dialogue_completed = false>>
<<set $talkedToTyra = false>>
<<set $libraryVisit = false>>
<<set $talkedToBartender = false>>
<<set $visitedConsultant = false>>
<<set $discountEventTriggered = false>>
<<set $sinkFixed = false>>
<<set $callPlumber = false>>
<<set $subscriberEmailRead = false>>
<<set $firstWebcamStreamDone = false>>
<<set $secondWebcamStreamDone = false>>
<<set $highViewerEmailRead = false>>
<<set $blackmailerWebcam = false>>
<<set $basketballEncounter = false>>
<<set $talkedToTycen = false>>
<<set $margaretFun = false>>
<<set $robertAdvice = false>>
<<set $rileyConversation = false>>
<<set $rileyEmailRead = false>>
<<set $rileyDisgrace = false>>
<<set $margaretSubordination = false>>
<<set $money = 5000>>
<<set $intellect = 0>>
<<set $charisma = 0>>
<<set $fitness = 0>>
<<set $corruption = 0>>
<<set $arousal = 0>>
<<set $cooking = 0>>
<<set $drunkenness = 0>>
<<set $techSavvy = 0>>
<<set $margaret_relationship = 0>>
<<set $stephanie_relationship = 0>>
<<set $jill_relationship = 0>>
<<set $tyra_relationship = 0>>
<<set $frankie_relationship = 0>>
<<set $dennis_relationship = 0>>
<<set $jack_relationship = 0>>
<<set $robert_relationship = 0>>
<<set $tycen_relationship = 0>>
<<set $riley_relationship = 0>>
<<set $relationshipWithHotDogOwner = 0>>
<<set $bouncer_relationship = 0>><<if $dayNumber % 30 === 0 and !$rentPaid>>
<img src="img/locations/home/rent.jpg"/>
<p>Someone is knocking at the door. It’s the 30th, so it’s likely Mr. Novak has come to collect the rent for the month.</p>
[[Answer the door|PayRent]]
<<else>>
<img src="img/locations/home/uncle_house.jpg"/>
You're at home.
<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">>>
<p>It's too late and dangerous to go outside at this hour. You should stay inside and get some rest.</p>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Go to the Bedroom|Bedroom]]
[[Go to the Living Room|Living Room]]
[[Visit the Bathroom|Bathroom]]
[[Go to the Kitchen|Kitchen]]
</span>
</span>
<<else>>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Go to the Bedroom|Bedroom]]
[[Go to the Living Room|Living Room]]
[[Visit the Bathroom|Bathroom]]
[[Go to the Kitchen|Kitchen]]
[[Kill Time|KillTime]]
[[Go outside|entrance of the house]]
</span>
</span>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<<set $currentTime = 0>>
<<set $drunkenness = 0>>
<<set $dayNumber += 1>>
<<set $rentPaid = false>>
<img src="img/events/home/bed/wakeup.gif"/>
You go to sleep and wake up the next morning feeling refreshed. The day is now:
<<print setup.datePart[$currentDay]>>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Get out of bed|home]]
</span>
</span><<set $currentTime += 1>> <!-- Увеличиваем время на 1 шаг -->
<<if $currentTime >= setup.dayPart.length>>
<<set $currentTime = 0>>
<<set $currentDay += 1>>
<<if $currentDay >= setup.datePart.length>>
<<set $currentDay = 0>>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<goto "home">><img src="img/locations/home/old_tv.jpg"/>
You settled comfortably on the sofa and turned on the TV.
<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] !== "Late Night">>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Watch the news|WatchNews]]
</span>
<span class="column">
[[Watch anime|WatchAnime]]
</span>
<span class="column">
[[Watch a horror movie|WatchHorror]]
</span>
<span class="column">
[[Watch music videos|WatchMusicVideos]]
</span>
<span class="column">
[[Watch a cooking show|WatchCookingShow]]
</span>
<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Evening" || setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Midnight">>
<span class="column">
[[Watch erotic content|WatchErotica]]
</span>
<</if>>
</span>
<</if>>
<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">>
You feel exhausted as the night deepens. It’s too late to do anything else.
[[Go to sleep|Bed]]
<</if>>
<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] !== "Late Night">>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Return to the living room|Living Room]]
</span>
</span>
<</if>><img src="img/locations/home/desk.jpg"/>
You sit at your desk. Here you can do your university homework or read a book you bought from the bookstore.
<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">>
You feel exhausted as the night deepens. It’s too late to do anything else.
[[Go to sleep|Bed]]
<<else>>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Read a Book|ReadBook]]
</span>
<span class="column">
[[Return to the living room|Living Room]]
</span>
</span>
<</if>><img src="img/locations/home/balcony.jpg"/>
You step out onto the balcony. You can look out the window or have a smoke.
[[Look Out the Window|LookOut]]
[[Smoke|Smoke]]
[[Go back|Bedroom]]<img src="img/locations/home/bathroom.jpg"/>
You enter the bathroom. You can take a shower, a bath, or use the toilet.
<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">>
It’s late, and you should get some rest. You decide to go to bed.
[[Go back|home]]
<<else>>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Take a Shower|Shower]]
</span>
<span class="column">
[[Take a Bath|Bath]]
</span>
<span class="column">
[[Use the Toilet|Toilet]]
</span>
<span class="column">
[[Return to the Entrance Hall|home]]
</span>
</span>
<</if>><<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">>
<img src="img/locations/home/phone.jpg"/>
It’s too late to make any calls now. You decide it’s best to go to bed.
[[Return to the living room|Living Room]]
<<else>>
<img src="img/locations/home/phone.jpg"/>
You pick up the phone and think about who to call.
<ul>
<li>[[Call the local pizzeria|PizzeriaChoice]]</li>
<li>[[Call home and talk to your mom|HomeChoice]]</li>
<<if $callPlumber>>
<li>[[Call a plumber to fix the kitchen sink|CallPlumber]]</li>
<</if>>
</ul>
[[Return to the living room|Living Room]]
<</if>><img src="img/locations/entrance/entrance.jpg"/>
You are standing in the entrance of your apartment building. The walls are a bit worn, and the smell of old paint lingers in the air, but this place will be your gateway to the outside world.
<<if $metMargaret is false>>
<<set $metMargaret = true>>
<<set $margaret_relationship += 1>>
<img src="img/characters/margaret/welcome.jpg"/>
As you are about to leave, a woman in her fifties approaches you with a warm smile.
<span class="margaret">"Hello, dear! You must be new here. I'm Margaret, I live just upstairs. It's nice to finally meet a new face in this building."</span>
She seems friendly, and you can't help but notice her gentle demeanor.
<span class="margaret">"I live alone now,"</span> Margaret continues, <span class="margaret">"but I have a son who works in the police force. He visits when he can, but it's nice to have company around here."</span>
You introduce yourself, mentioning that you've just moved to the city from a small northern town. Margaret nods understandingly.
<span class="margaret">"It must be quite a change for you. If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to knock on my door."</span>
After a pleasant chat, Margaret bids you farewell.
<span class="margaret">"Take care, dear. I hope we'll see each other around!"</span>
<</if>>
<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">>>
<p>It's already too late, most places are closed until tomorrow.</p>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
<<if !$rentFailed>>
[[Go back to your apartment|home]]
<</if>>
[[Go outside|Outside]]
</span>
</span>
<<else>>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
<<if !$rentFailed>>
[[Go back to your apartment|home]]
<</if>>
[[Go to the roof|RoofAccess]]
[[Visit the concierge room|ConciergeRoom]]
<<if $margaretSubordination is true>>
[[Visit Mistress Margaret's apartment|MistressApartment]]
<<else>>
[[Visit Margaret's apartment|MargaretApartment]]
<</if>>
[[Go outside|Outside]]
</span>
</span>
<<if setup.datePart[$currentDay] is "Wednesday" and $courierEventCompleted is false>>
[[A courier rushes toward you with a package|CourierEvent]]
<</if>>
<</if>><img src="img/locations/home/balcony_view.jpg"/>
You look out over the city from the balcony. It's a nice view, and it helps you relax.
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Go back to the balcony|Balcony]]
</span>
</span><<if $cigarettes > 0>>
<img src="img/events/home/balcony/smoke_balcony.jpg"/>
You have a smoke on the balcony. It's a calming activity and gives you a moment to relax.
<<set $cigarettes -= 1>>
<<else>>
<img src="img/events/home/balcony/ashtray.jpg"/>
You have no cigarettes left. You should buy some more if you want to smoke.
<</if>>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Go back to the balcony|Balcony]]
</span>
</span>You look through your inventory to find something to read.
<<if $inventory.includes("Adult Book") or $inventory.includes("Porn Magazine") or $inventory.includes("Fashion Magazine") or $inventory.includes("Public Speaking Guide")>>
<img src="img/locations/home/read_book.jpg"/>
<ul>
<<if $inventory.includes("Adult Book")>>
<li>[[Read the Adult Book|ReadAdultBook]]</li>
<</if>>
<<if $inventory.includes("Porn Magazine")>>
<li>[[Read the Porn Magazine|ReadPornMagazine]]</li>
<</if>>
<<if $inventory.includes("Fashion Magazine")>>
<li>[[Read the Fashion Magazine|ReadFashionMagazine]]</li>
<</if>>
<<if $inventory.includes("Public Speaking Guide")>>
<li>[[Read the Public Speaking Guide|ReadPublicSpeakingGuide]]</li>
<</if>>
</ul>
<<else>>
<img src="img/locations/home/no_books.jpg"/>
<p>You have nothing to read at the moment.</p>
<</if>>
[[Go back home|home]]
<<if not $readAdultBook>>
<<set $corruption += 1>>
<<set $readAdultBook = true>>
<</if>>
<<set $arousal += 10>>
<<set $arousal to Math.min($arousal, 100)>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<img src="img\inventory/0.jpg"/>
You start reading the adult book. The contents are quite explicit, and you can't help but feel a bit more corrupted. Your arousal level increases.
[[Close the book and return to the desk|Desk]]<<if not $readPornMagazine>>
<<set $corruption += 1>>
<<set $readPornMagazine = true>>
<</if>>
<<set $arousal += 10>>
<<set $arousal to Math.min($arousal, 100)>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<img src="img\inventory/1.jpg"/>
You open the magazine and flip through the pages. It's filled with images and stories that make your cheeks flush, and you feel a bit more corrupted.
[[Close the magazine and return to the desk|Desk]]<img src="img\events\home\shower\shower.gif"/>
You take a refreshing shower. It helps you feel clean and rejuvenated.
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Go back to the bathroom|Bathroom]]
</span>
</span><img src="img/events/home/bath/bath.gif"/>
You take a relaxing bath. It helps you unwind and improves your mood.
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Go back to the bathroom|Bathroom]]
<<if $arousal >= 50>>
<<if $inventory.includes("Butt Plug")>>
[[Play with the Butt Plug|PlayWithButtPlug]]
<</if>>
<</if>>
</span>
</span>
<img src="img\events\home\toilet\toilet.gif"/>
You use the toilet. It’s a simple necessity.
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Go back to the bathroom|Bathroom]]
</span>
</span><video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img/events/home/bath/bath_plug.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
As you start to play with the Butt Plug, a wave of pleasure washes over you. You let yourself indulge in the moment, feeling a mix of excitement and shame. The experience leaves you both satisfied and a little more corrupted.
<<if $buttPlugUsed is false>>
<<set $corruption += 1>>
<<set $buttPlugUsed = true>>
<</if>>
<<set $arousal = 0>>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Go back to the bathroom|Bathroom]]
</span>
</span>
<img src="img/locations/home/phone.jpg"/>
You dial the number for the local pizzeria. After a short wait, a friendly voice answers.
<span class="others">"Hello! Welcome to Joe's Pizzeria. How can I help you today?"</span>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Order a Pizza for $15|OrderPizza]]
[[Hang up|home]]
</span>
</span><img src="img\events\home\phone\phone_call.gif"/>
You dial your home number and wait for your mom to pick up. After a few rings, she answers.
<span class="others">"Hi honey, how are you? What’s up?"</span>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Chat with mom|ChatWithMom]]
[[Hang up|home]]
</span>
</span>You place an order for a delicious pizza. The total comes to $15. You feel a bit hungry but satisfied knowing that a tasty meal is on its way.
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<img src="img\events\home\pizza/phone_waiting.gif"/>
You eagerly await your pizza delivery. The doorbell rings, and you go to open the door.
[[Next|PizzaDelivery]]<img src="img/locations/home/pizza_delivery.jpg"/>
You open the door and see a dark-skinned delivery man holding a pizza. He greets you with a smile.
<span class="others">"Good evening! Your pizza has arrived. That will be $15, please."</span>
<<if $money < 15>>
[[I’m sorry, but I can’t pay right now. I don't have enough money.|NoMoney]]
<<if $corruption >= 5>>
[[Propose a deal to the delivery person.|Deal]]
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<if $money >= 15>>
[[Pay the delivery person and receive the pizza.|PayAndEat]]
<<if $corruption >= 5>>
[[Propose a deal to the delivery person.|Deal]]
<</if>>
<</if>>
The delivery person frowns and says, <span class="others">"I’m sorry to hear that. I’ll have to report this. You should find a way to pay for the pizza next time."</span>
<<set $event to $event + 1>>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Go back home|home]]
</span>
</span>You smile and suggest a deal to the delivery person. You wink and say, <span class="heroine">"How about we work something out?"</span>
The delivery person looks intrigued and agrees to discuss further.
<<set $hasDeal to true>>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Continue with the deal|DealNegotiation]]
</span>
</span>You hand over $15 to the delivery person. He gives you the pizza with a smile. You thank him and close the door.
You sit down to enjoy your meal. The pizza is delicious!
<img src="img\events\home\pizza/eating_pizza.gif"/>
<<set $money = $money - 15>>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Go back home|home]]
</span>
</span>You invite the delivery person into your home and close the door behind him. Feeling a bit nervous, you admit that you haven’t done this before.
The delivery person reassures you, saying, <span class="others">“Don’t worry, it’s quite common. Many white girls offer this kind of payment. Just relax and we’ll get through it.”</span>
You kneel down and start to unfasten his pants. He pulls out his big black cock. You begin to lick it as he watches you, clearly enjoying the moment.
<img src="img\events\home\pizza/bbc_lick.gif"/>
The delivery man takes you by the hair and starts fucking your mouth
<img src="img\events\home\pizza/bbc_bj.gif"/>
After that, he takes his cock out of your mouth and cum on your face
<img src="img\events\home\pizza/bbc_facial.gif"/>
After you finish, you look up and say, <span class="heroine">“That was actually better than pizza!”</span> He gives you a knowing smile and you both agree that it’s time to move on.
You head back to your room to enjoy the fresh pizza that has arrived.
<img src="img\events\home\pizza/eating_pizza.gif"/>
<<set $corruption = $corruption + 2>>
<<set $arousal += 50>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Go back home|home]]
</span>
</span><img src="img\events\home\phone\phone_call.gif"/>
You chat with your mom about various topics, catching up on recent events and discussing how life is in the big city. You reassure her that everything is going well, despite the occasional challenges. She is relieved to hear from you and happy to know that you’re managing fine.
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Hang up|home]]
</span>
<span class="column">
<<if $currentDay == 0 and $lastMoneyRequestDate != $dayNumber>>
[[Ask Mom for $100|RequestMoney]]
<<else>>
You can only ask for money on Mondays, and only once per day.
<</if>>
</span>
</span><img src="img\events\home\phone\phone_call.gif"/>
<<if $currentDay == 0>>
<<if $lastMoneyRequestDate != $dayNumber>>
<<set $money += 100>>
<<set $lastMoneyRequestDate = $dayNumber>>
You ask your mom for $100, and she happily agrees to help you out. You receive the money and thank her for her support.
[[Hang up|home]]
<<else>>
You have already asked for money today. You can ask again next Monday.
[[Hang up|home]]
<</if>>
<<else>>
You can only ask for money on Mondays.
[[Hang up|home]]
<</if>><<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] !== "Late Night">>
<img src="img/events/home/bed/rest.gif"/>
You lie down in your bed, the soft sheets cool against your skin as you settle into the quiet of your room. The city outside hums with distant noise, but here, in this small, dimly lit space, you feel a moment of calm. The bed creaks slightly as you shift, and the weight of the day begins to lift from your shoulders. What would you like to do?
<</if>>
<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">>
<img src="img/events/home/bed/night.gif"/>
You are lying in bed, ready to rest for the night.
[[Sleep and start the next day|NextDay]]
<<else>>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Sleep and start the next day|NextDay]]
</span>
<<if $arousal >= 50>>
<span class="column">
[[Play with your pussy|BedFap]]
</span>
<</if>>
<span class="column">
[[Get up|Bedroom]]
</span>
</span>
<</if>><img src="img/events/home/bed/bedfap.gif"/>
<p>You decide to take a moment for yourself and indulge in some personal pleasure. You gently begin to touch yourself, your fingers moving with a tender yet deliberate rhythm. Each caress and stroke sends waves of intense pleasure coursing through your body. The sensation is deeply satisfying, drawing you further into a state of blissful relaxation.</p>
<p>The dim lighting of the room adds to the intimate atmosphere, casting soft shadows that accentuate the personal nature of this experience. As your touches become more focused and intentional, the pleasure steadily intensifies. You let go of any lingering worries or distractions, immersing yourself completely in the growing waves of satisfaction.</p>
<p>With each touch and exploration, the sense of euphoria builds, leading to a profound state of relaxation and release. You savor the moment, allowing yourself to fully experience the pleasure and tranquility it brings.</p>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<<set $arousal = 0>>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
<<if $inventory.includes("Butt Plug")>>
[[Play with the Butt Plug|ButtPlugBed]]
<</if>>
[[Get up|home]]
</span>
</span><<if $hasRoofKey is true>>
<img src="img\locations\entrance/roof_open.jpg"/>
You use the key to unlock the door and step out onto the roof. The view of the city is breathtaking.
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Enjoy the view|RoofView]]
[[Go back to the entrance|entrance of the house]]
</span>
</span>
<<else>>
<img src="img\locations\entrance/roof_locked.jpg"/>
The door to the roof is locked. You need a key to access it.
You recall seeing the concierge's room near the exit of the building. Maybe the concierge can help you get access to the roof.
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Go back to the entrance|entrance of the house]]
[[Visit the concierge|ConciergeRoom]]
</span>
</span>
<</if>><<if $hasRoofKey is true>>
<img src="img\locations\entrance/concierge_room.jpg"/>
The concierge greets you with a smirk. <span class="concierge">“Hello, darling. Back for more or just here to chat?”</span>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Go back to the entrance|entrance of the house]]
</span>
</span>
<<else>>
<img src="img\locations\entrance/concierge_room.jpg"/>
You enter the concierge's small, cluttered room. The elderly concierge looks up from his newspaper and smiles at you.
<span class="concierge">"Hello, miss. What can I do for you today?"</span> he asks.
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Ask for the key to the roof|RequestKey]]
[[Go back to the entrance|entrance of the house]]
</span>
</span>
<</if>>
<img src="img/locations/outside/outside.jpg"/>
You step outside, feeling the fresh air of your neighborhood. The streets are alive with the usual hustle and bustle. Where would you like to go today?
<div style="display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: space-around; gap: 10px;">
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img/locations/home/home.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Go back home|entrance of the house]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img/locations/outside/cafe/cafe.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Head to the cozy café, "Bean & Blossom"|LocalCafé]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img/locations/outside/convenience_store/convenience_store.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Stop by the convenience store, "QuickMart"|ConvenienceStore]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img/locations/outside/park/park.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Take a walk in the nearby park|Park]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img/locations/outside/gym/gym_entrance.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Go to the gym, "Iron Haven"|Gym]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img/locations/outside/library/library.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Visit the local library, "PageTurner Library"|Library]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img/locations/outside/bar/bar.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Check out the bar, "The Rusty Anchor"|Bar]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img/locations/outside/club/club.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Spend the evening at the nightclub, "Pulse"|Club]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img/locations/outside/basketball/basketball.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Visit an outdoor basketball court|BasketballCourt]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img/locations/outside/bus_stop/bus_stop.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Catch a bus from the bus stop|BusStop]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img/locations/outside/underpass/underpass.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Go down into the underpass|Underpass]]
</div>
<<if $stephanie_relationship >= 1>>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img/locations/outside/stephanie_house/stephanie_house.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Visit Stephanie's house|StephanieHouse]]
</div>
<</if>>
</div><img src="img\locations\entrance/courier.jpg"/>
As you step into the hallway, a courier rushes toward you, holding a package.
<span class="others">"Wait! I have a package for you!"</span> he exclaims, handing you the box.
Confused, you reply, <span class="heroine">"I didn't order anything..."</span>
<span class="others">"It's already paid for,"</span> the courier insists before quickly handing you the package and rushing off.
You look at the package and notice the address. It's your street, but the house number is wrong. The package is meant for the building next door.
<<set $courierEventCompleted = true>>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Open the package|OpenPackage]]
<<link "Take the package to the correct address">>
<<set $openedPackage = false>>
<<goto "ReturnBox">>
<</link>>
</span>
</span><img src="img\locations\entrance/roof_view.jpg"/>
Standing on the roof, you take in the stunning view of the city below. The busy streets, tall buildings, and the distant mountains create a picturesque scene.
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Go back to the entrance|entrance of the house]]
</span>
</span><img src="img\locations\entrance/concierge_room.jpg"/>
You ask the concierge if you can borrow the key to the roof. He raises an eyebrow and asks, <span class="concierge">"Why do you need it?"</span>
"I just want to enjoy the views," you reply.
The concierge sighs. <span class="concierge">"It's against the rules, you know,"</span> he says, but then he winks at you. <span class="concierge">"But if you do me a small favor, I might be able to turn a blind eye."</span>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Refuse the offer|entrance of the house]]
[[Agree to the favor|ConciergeFavor]]
<<if $money >= 20>>[[Offer a $20 bribe|OfferBribe]]<</if>>
</span>
</span> <img src="img\events\entrance\concierge_favor/unzip.gif"/>
The concierge unzips his pants and pulls out his cock. <span class="concierge">“Come on girl, favor for a favor. Would you be kind enough to help me out?”</span>
You reluctantly agree, kneel down in front of the older man and begin licking his cock while the concierge watches you, clearly enjoying the situation.
<img src="img\events\entrance\concierge_favor/licking_dick.gif"/>
It didn't take long and the older man cum on your face.
<img src="img\events\entrance\concierge_favor/facial_cumshot.gif"/>
Once you finish, he hands you the key with a smile. <span class="concierge">"There you go, miss. Just remember, you didn't get it from me."</span>
<<set $hasRoofKey to true>>
<<set $corruption = $corruption + 2>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Go back to the entrance|entrance of the house]]
</span>
</span>
<img src="img\locations\entrance/concierge_bribe.jpg"/>
You discreetly pull out $20 and offer it to the concierge. He glances at the money and then back at you, his expression unimpressed.
<span class="concierge">"$20? That's hardly worth the risk,"</span> he says. <span class="concierge">"If you want my help, you're going to have to do better than that."</span>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
<<if $money >= 50>>
[[Increase the bribe to $50|IncreaseBribe]]
<</if>>
[[Change your mind and refuse|entrance of the house]]
</span>
</span><img src="img\locations\entrance/concierge_bribe.jpg"/>
You sigh and pull out another $30, making it a total of $50. The concierge looks at the money, hesitates for a moment, then snatches it from your hand.
<span class="concierge">"Alright, alright. Here’s the key,"</span> he says, handing it to you with a frown. <span class="concierge">"But remember, this never happened."</span>
<<set $hasRoofKey to true>>
<<set $money = $money - 50>>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Go back to the entrance|entrance of the house]]
</span>
</span><img src="img\locations\entrance/open_package.jpg"/>
Curiosity gets the better of you, and you decide to open the package.
Inside you will find a collection of adult books, a porn magazine, and a few adult toys such as an anal plug and a vibrator. Someone is clearly a naughty boy, and this package was definitely not meant for you.
<ul>
<li><<link "Keep the contents for yourself">>
<<set $openedPackage = true>>
<<goto "KeepContents">>
<</link>></li>
<li><<link "Close the box and return it to its rightful owners">>
<<set $openedPackage = true>>
<<goto "ReturnBox">>
<</link>></li>
<li>[[Throw the box in the trash|ThrowBox]]</li>
</ul><<set $eventCourierTriggered = true>> <!-- Деактивация события после выброса коробки -->
<img src="img\locations\entrance\trash.jpg"/>
You decide that it's not something you want to keep and throw the box in the trash. The contents are gone for good.
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Go back home|home]]
</span>
</span><img src="img\events\home\misc/box.gif"/>
You decide to keep the contents of the box. You now have an Adult Book, Porn Magazine, Vibrator, and a Butt Plug in your inventory. You feel a bit more corrupt.
<<set $inventory.push("Adult Book")>>
<<set $inventory.push("Porn Magazine")>>
<<set $inventory.push("Vibrator")>>
<<set $inventory.push("Butt Plug")>>
<<set $corruption += 1>>
<<set $eventCourierTriggered = true>> <!-- Деактивация события после сохранения содержимого -->
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Go back home|home]]
</span>
</span><img src="img\characters\stephanie\first.gif"/>
<<if $openedPackage is true>>
<<set $stephanie_relationship += 1>>
The door opens, revealing a woman in her 40s. She looks at you curiously. You explain that the courier made a mistake and that you decided to return the package.
She glances at the box and then back at you, a knowing smile playing on her lips. <span class="stephanie">"Did you like what you saw inside?"</span> she asks, causing you to blush.
She introduces herself, <span class="stephanie">"I'm Stephanie. If you enjoyed the contents of the box, you're always welcome to visit again."</span>
<<else>>
<<set $stephanie_relationship += 2>>
The door opens, revealing a woman in her 40s. She looks at you curiously. You explain that the courier made a mistake and that you decided to return the package.
She glances at the box and smiles politely. <span class="stephanie">"Thank you for returning this,"</span> she says. <span class="stephanie">"I'm Stephanie, by the way."</span>
<</if>>
[[Go back home|home]]<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">>
<img src="img/locations/outside/convenience_store/store_closed.jpg"/>
<p>It's already too late and dangerous to be out on the streets at this hour. I should head home and get some rest.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Go home|Outside]]</li>
</ul>
<<else>>
<img src="img/locations/outside/convenience_store/store.jpg"/>
<p>You enter the small convenience store near your house. It's not very big, and there aren't many people inside. The shelves are lined with various items useful for home, from snacks to basic toiletries.</p>
<p>Behind the counter, a young white girl with glasses is working. Her name tag reads "Jill." She glances up briefly and gives you a polite nod as you enter.</p>
<<if $metJill is false>>
<ul>
<li>[[Browse items for sale|BrowseStore]]</li>
<li>[[Introduce yourself to Jill|MeetJill]]</li>
<li>[[Leave the store|Outside]]</li>
</ul>
<<else>>
<ul>
<li>[[Browse items for sale|BrowseStore]]</li>
<li>[[Talk to Jill|TalkToJill]]</li>
<li>[[Leave the store|Outside]]</li>
</ul>
<</if>>
<</if>><<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">>
<img src="img/locations/outside/gym/gym_closed.jpg"/>
<p>The gym is closed at this hour. It's too late to work out. I should head home and get some rest.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Go home|Outside]]</li>
</ul>
<<else>>
<img src="img/locations/outside/gym/gym.jpg"/>
<p>You walk into a sleek, modern gym, a striking contrast to the gyms you’re used to back in your hometown. The space is bright and inviting, filled with the hum of exercise machines and the faint scent of fresh sweat. The decor is clean and contemporary, with polished floors and walls adorned with motivational posters.</p>
<p>At the entrance, there’s a reception desk. Behind it stands a young Black woman with dreadlocks, wearing a name tag that reads "Tyra." She’s wearing a friendly smile as she types away at her computer.</p>
<span class="tyra">"Welcome to FitLife Gym! How can I assist you today?"</span>
<<if $membership_active>>
<<set $days_passed = $dayNumber - $membership_start_date>>
<<set $days_left = 30 - $days_passed>>
<<if $days_left <= 0>>
<<set $membership_active = false>> <!-- Деактивируем абонемент, если прошло 30 дней -->
<p>Your membership has expired. You'll need to renew it to continue using the gym.</p>
[[Renew Membership|RenewMembership]]
<<else>>
<p>You have an active membership. Enjoy your workout! You have <<print $days_left>> days left until your membership expires.</p>
[[Proceed with your workout|GymWorkout]]
<<if !$talkedToTyra>>
[[Talk to Tyra|TalkToTyra]]
<</if>>
<<if $talkedToTyra>>
[[Talk to Tyra|TalkToTyraAgain]]
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<else>>
<p><span class="tyra">"If you’re ready to join, just let me know! Otherwise, feel free to think it over and come back later."</span></p>
<<if $money >= 90 and $inventory.includes("Workout Clothing")>>
<span class="tyra">"Our membership gives you full access to all our facilities and classes. It's a great deal for staying fit and healthy!"</span>
[[Sign up for the membership now for $90|SignUp]]
<<else>>
<<if !$inventory.includes("Workout Clothing")>>
<span class="tyra">"You'll need appropriate workout clothing to fully enjoy the gym facilities. You can pick up some essentials at FitPro, the sporting goods store located on the second floor of the mall. The mall is in the city center, and you can catch a bus from here to get there."</span>
<<else>>
<span class="tyra">"If you’re ready to join, just let me know! Otherwise, feel free to think it over and come back later."</span>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<if $talkedToTyra>>
<span class="tyra">"Is there anything else you need help with? I'm here to assist you."</span>
<</if>>
[[Leave the gym|Outside]]
<</if>><<if $stephanie_firstVisit is true>>
<<set $stephanie_firstVisit = false>>
<img src="img\characters\stephanie\welcome.jpg"/>
As you approach Stephanie's house, the door opens even before you knock. Stephanie greets you with a warm, inviting smile.
<span class="stephanie">"Come in, darling! I'm so glad you decided to visit,"</span> she says, guiding you into her cozy home. The living room is tastefully decorated, with soft lighting and a pleasant aroma of freshly brewed tea filling the air.
You sit down on the comfortable sofa, and Stephanie joins you. <span class="stephanie">"So, tell me, how are you settling in? How do you like the neighborhood?"</span> she asks, genuinely interested.
You spend some time chatting about your recent move, the challenges of adapting to a new place, and the things you've enjoyed so far. Stephanie listens attentively, offering advice and sharing stories from her own experiences.
As the conversation draws to a close, you thank her for the tea and get ready to leave. But before you can step out the door, Stephanie gently places a box in your hands.
<span class="stephanie">"Wait, I have something for you,"</span> she says with a playful smile. You glance down at the box, recognizing it as the one you returned earlier. Your face flushes as you realize what's inside.
<span class="heroine">"I... I can't take this, Stephanie,"</span> you stammer, feeling embarrassed. But Stephanie chuckles softly and places a reassuring hand on your arm.
<span class="stephanie">"Don't be silly, dear. You're a grown woman now, and there's nothing to be ashamed of. Consider it a welcome gift from me,"</span> she insists, her smile warm and understanding.
Reluctantly, you accept the box, your heart racing as you wonder what you'll do with its contents.
<<set $stephanie_relationship += 1>>
<<set $inventory.push("Adult Book")>>
<<set $inventory.push("Porn Magazine")>>
<<set $inventory.push("Vibrator")>>
<<set $inventory.push("Butt Plug")>>
<span class="heroine">"Thank you, Stephanie,"</span> you say, your voice a little shaky. She gives you a knowing wink and opens the door for you.
<span class="stephanie">"Anytime, darling. And remember, my door is always open,"</span> she says as you step outside.
[[Leave and go back outside|Outside]]
<<else>>
<img src="img/characters/stephanie/welcome.jpg"/>
Stephanie greets you warmly but seems a bit more reserved this time. <span class="stephanie">"It's always nice to see you,"</span> she says, inviting you in.
You spend a little time chatting, but the conversation is brief. Stephanie seems preoccupied, but she still makes you feel welcome.
After a short while, you decide it's time to leave, and Stephanie walks you to the door with a smile.
[[Go back outside|Outside]]
<</if>><style>
.relationships-container {
display: flex;
flex-wrap: wrap;
gap: 20px;
justify-content: center;
}
.relationship-item {
border: 2px solid var(--silver);
border-radius: 10px;
padding: 10px;
text-align: center;
max-width: 200px;
background-color: var(--body);
}
.relationship-item img {
max-width: 100%;
height: auto;
border-bottom: 1px solid var(--silver);
margin-bottom: 10px;
}
.relationship-item span {
display: block;
font-weight: bold;
color: var(--text);
margin-top: 5px;
}
</style>
<div class="relationships-container">
<<if $margaret_relationship > 0>>
<div class="relationship-item">
<img src="img/characters/margaret/margaret.jpg" alt="Margaret">
<span>Margaret: <<print $margaret_relationship>></span>
</div>
<</if>>
<<if $stephanie_relationship > 0>>
<div class="relationship-item">
<img src="img/characters/stephanie/stephanie.jpg" alt="Stephanie">
<span>Stephanie: <<print $stephanie_relationship>></span>
</div>
<</if>>
<<if $jill_relationship > 0>>
<div class="relationship-item">
<img src="img/characters/jill/jill.jpg" alt="Jill">
<span>Jill: <<print $jill_relationship>></span>
</div>
<</if>>
<<if $tyra_relationship > 0>>
<div class="relationship-item">
<img src="img/characters/tyra/tyra.jpg" alt="Tyra">
<span>Tyra: <<print $tyra_relationship>></span>
</div>
<</if>>
<<if $frankie_relationship > 0>>
<div class="relationship-item">
<img src="img/characters/frankie/frankie.jpg" alt="Frankie">
<span>Frankie: <<print $frankie_relationship>></span>
</div>
<</if>>
<<if $dennis_relationship > 0>>
<div class="relationship-item">
<img src="img/characters/dennis/dennis.jpg" alt="Dennis">
<span>Dennis: <<print $dennis_relationship>></span>
</div>
<</if>>
<<if $jack_relationship > 0>>
<div class="relationship-item">
<img src="img/characters/jack/jack.jpg" alt="Jack">
<span>Jack: <<print $jack_relationship>></span>
</div>
<</if>>
<<if $robert_relationship > 0>>
<div class="relationship-item">
<img src="img/characters/robert/robert.jpg" alt="Robert">
<span>Robert: <<print $robert_relationship>></span>
</div>
<</if>>
<<if $tycen_relationship > 0>>
<div class="relationship-item">
<img src="img/characters/tycen/tycen.jpg" alt="Tycen">
<span>Tycen: <<print $tycen_relationship>></span>
</div>
<</if>>
<<if $riley_relationship > 0>>
<div class="relationship-item">
<img src="img/characters/riley/riley.jpg" alt="Riley">
<span>Riley: <<print $riley_relationship>></span>
</div>
<</if>>
</div>
<<link "Return">><<run Engine.backward()>><<set $menu to false>><</link>><<if !$margaretComputerRepairCompleted>>
<img src="img/characters/margaret/inside.jpg"/>
You knock on Margaret's door, and she opens it with a warm smile.
<span class="margaret">"Oh, you came just in time!"</span> she says.
<span class="margaret">"I was hoping you could help me with something. My son gave me this computer, but it's stopped working. Could you take a look and see if you can fix it? I’ll give you $25 for your trouble."</span>
Margaret leads you into her cozy living room, filled with memories and family photos. She heads to the kitchen, leaving you alone with the computer.
You turn on the computer and quickly discover that it's working fine; the only issue is the internet connection. It doesn’t take long for you to figure out that the internet cable had been disconnected.
<img src="img/locations/entrance/margaret_pc.jpg"/>
After reconnecting the cable and fixing the problem, you decide to look around the room.
Your eyes fall upon a beautiful jewelry box on a shelf. Unable to resist, you open it and find a collection of valuable items: necklaces, earrings, and rings.
<img src="img/locations/entrance/margaret_jewelry.jpg"/>
At this moment, you face a decision:
<<set $margaretComputerRepairCompleted = true>> <!-- Помечаем событие как выполненное -->
[[Close the jewelry box and wait for Margaret|margaretThankYou]]
or
[[Steal a ring|stealRingAndLeave]]
<<else>>
<<if !$margaretApologyGiven>>
<<if !$ringStolen>>
<img src="img/events/entrance/margaret/tea.gif"/>
You visit Margaret again. She invites you to sit down and chat. You spend time talking about various topics, sharing experiences and discussing things related to women's lives.
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Return to the entrance of the house|entrance of the house]]
</span>
</span>
<<else>>
<<if !$rileyDisgrace>>
When you arrive at Margaret's, she opens the door and says that she's a bit busy at the moment but will be free soon. She walks into her study and begins writing something at her desk.
<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img/events/entrance/margaret/margaret_ring/cabinet.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
After a few minutes, she calls you into her study and says, <span class="margaret">"I want to discuss something with you."</span>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Proceed to discussion with Margaret|discussWithMargaret]]
</span>
</span>
<<else>>
You arrive at Margaret's and find her, as usual, busy in her study. Without even looking at you, she says in a cold tone, <span class="margaret">"So, you've come to work as a maid? You can change and get started. I'll pay you after the job is done. And don't even think about stealing anything again—there are surveillance cameras hidden all around my house."</span>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Accept the job and start working|housekeeperJob]]
</span>
<span class="column">
[[Politely decline and leave|entrance of the house]]
</span>
</span>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<else>>
<<if !$margaretForgivenessEventCompleted>>
<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img/events/entrance/margaret/margaret_ring/ask.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
Margaret greets you with a stern look. <span class="margaret">"You’ve come to apologize, haven’t you?"</span> she says, leading you to a seat.
You beg for forgiveness, explaining that stealing was a mistake and you only moved to the city recently, without a job, and are unsure of what came over you. Margaret listens and, after a moment of contemplation, says that she will forgive you this time, but it is the last chance. She offers you a chance to work as a housekeeper for her.
<<set $margaretApologyGiven = true>>
<<set $margaretForgivenessEventCompleted = true>>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Say that you'll think about it and leave|entrance of the house]]
</span>
</span>
<<else>>
<<if !$rileyDisgrace>>
<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img/events/entrance/margaret/margaret_ring/cabinet.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
When you arrived at Margaret's, she was, as usual, busy with work in her study. Without even looking at you, she said in a cold tone, <span class="margaret">"So, you've come to work as a maid? You can change and get started. I'll pay you after the job is done. And don't even think about stealing anything again—there are surveillance cameras hidden all around my house."</span>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Accept the job and start working|housekeeperJob]]
</span>
<span class="column">
[[Politely decline and leave|entrance of the house]]
</span>
</span>
<<else>>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Knock on Margaret's study door|knockOnMargaretStudy]]
</span>
</span>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<</if>><img src="img/events/home/bed/buttplug.gif"/>
<p>As you start to play with the Butt Plug, a wave of pleasure quickly builds within you. The sensation is intense and all-encompassing, gradually enveloping you in a cloud of bliss. The smooth, snug fit of the plug against your body sends pulses of pleasure through your nerves, making your breathing quicken and your heart race. You let yourself fully indulge in the moment, surrendering to the pleasure with a mix of excitement and a hint of shame.</p>
<p>The experience is both exhilarating and transformative. You can feel the boundaries between your thoughts and sensations blur as you become lost in the rhythm of your own pleasure. Each movement intensifies the sensations, driving you closer to a state of pure satisfaction. The act builds gradually, reaching a crescendo of euphoria before gently subsiding. By the end, you're left with a deep sense of release and a touch of lingering satisfaction.</p>
<<if $buttPlugUsed is false>>
<<set $corruption += 1>>
<<set $buttPlugUsed = true>>
<</if>>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Get up|home]]
</span>
</span><img src="img\events\entrance\margaret\byebye.gif"/>
Margaret returns from the kitchen and is delighted to see the computer working again. She hands you $25 with a smile and expresses her gratitude.
<<set $money += 25>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<<set $margaret_relationship += 2>>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Return to the entrance of the house|entrance of the house]]
</span>
</span>
<img src="img\events\entrance\margaret\bye.gif"/>
You quickly grab a ring from the jewelry box and take the $25 from Margaret. You leave the apartment in a hurry and head back to the entrance of the house.
<<set $money += 25>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<<set $corruption += 2>>
<<set $inventory.push("Precious Ring")>>
<<set $ringStolen = true>>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Return to the entrance of the house|entrance of the house]]
</span>
</span>
When you arrive at Margaret's apartment, you find her seated in her well-lit study. The room is bright, with warm light illuminating the space. Margaret is sitting in a leather armchair, her posture upright and composed. The walls are adorned with various paintings, each adding a touch of elegance to the room, while a plush red carpet stretches across the floor. Despite the inviting decor, Margaret's expression is stern and serious, her eyes focused on the task at hand. The contrast between the room's warmth and her demeanor is striking, making the atmosphere feel tense.
<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_ring\arrive.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
Margaret gestures for you to sit down, her hand sweeping gracefully toward a nearby chair. As you lower yourself into the seat, you notice the faintest hint of a smug smile curling at the corners of her lips. Her eyes, sharp and probing, seem to pierce right through you. With a tone that drips with insinuation, she asks, <span class="margaret">"Is there anything you'd like to confess?"</span> The question hangs in the air, heavy with unspoken accusations. Your heart skips a beat, and a sinking feeling takes hold of you—surely, she must be referring to the ring you stole. But without any evidence against you, you force yourself to maintain a calm facade, pretending not to understand as you meet her gaze with feigned innocence.
<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_ring\ask.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
Margaret rises from her desk with deliberate slowness, the creaking of her chair breaking the tense silence. Her eyes never leave you as she steps forward, her presence suddenly more imposing. Each of her footsteps is measured, echoing softly against the hardwood floor. When she stops just a few feet away, you can feel the weight of her gaze. <span class="margaret">"I gave you a chance,"</span> she says, her voice low but firm, laced with a hint of disappointment. <span class="margaret">"But you didn't take it."</span> The words are like a final verdict, leaving little room for doubt about the seriousness of the situation.
<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_ring\stand.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
Margaret turns on her computer, the screen flickering to life with a soft glow. Without a word, she navigates to a file and clicks play. Your heart plummets as you see what appears—a surveillance video from her room, unmistakably showing you in the act of stealing her ring. The image is clear, leaving no room for denial.
<img src="img\locations\entrance/recording.jpg"/>
You begin to stammer out an excuse, your voice faltering under the weight of the evidence. But Margaret silences you with a raised hand, cutting you off mid-sentence.
Without breaking eye contact, she moves to her bed, reclining gracefully against the pillows. She lights a cigarette with practiced ease, the tip glowing brightly in the dim light. With each slow exhale, she blows out a steady stream of smoke, her expression one of smug satisfaction, as if she’s savoring the moment of your unraveling.
<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_ring\smoke.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
<span class="margaret">"I'm deeply disappointed in you,"</span> she says, her voice icy and devoid of the warmth you once knew. Each word is carefully measured, hitting you like a blow. <span class="margaret">"I offered you an easy job, and this is how you repay me?"</span> Her tone drips with contempt, making it clear that your betrayal has cut deeper than you expected.
She pauses, letting the weight of her words sink in before delivering an ultimatum that sends a chill down your spine. <span class="margaret">"Here are your options,"</span> she continues, her eyes narrowing with cold calculation. <span class="margaret">"I can call the police, and you know as well as I do what kind of trouble that would mean for you, especially with my son in law enforcement."</span> Her words hang in the air like a noose tightening around your neck. <span class="margaret">"Or,"</span> she adds, her voice softening into something almost playful, <span class="margaret">"you can get on your knees and behave like a good girl."</span>
Margaret leans back, crossing her arms as she watches you with a calculating gaze, her lips curling into a faint smile. She’s waiting, patiently, expectantly, for your response, knowing that the power is entirely in her hands.
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Beg for forgiveness and plead on your knees|begForgiveness]]
[[Refuse|RefusetoHumiliate]]
</span>
</span>
Trembling, you slowly approach the bed, your legs feeling like they might give out beneath you. The tension in the room is palpable, each step closer to Margaret making your heart race faster. As you reach the edge of the bed, Margaret's hand shoots out with surprising speed, gripping your cheeks with a firm, unyielding hold. Her fingers dig into your skin, and she uses the leverage to force you down, guiding you to your knees before her.
Her grip is unrelenting, holding you in place as she looks down at you with a cold, domineering gaze. The power dynamic is clear, and you can feel the intensity of her control as she keeps you there, kneeling at her feet.
<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_ring\kneeling.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
With a commanding tone that leaves no room for defiance, Margaret orders, <span class="margaret">"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue."</span> The authority in her voice sends a shiver down your spine, compelling you to obey without hesitation. You part your lips and extend your tongue, your heart pounding in your chest.
Margaret watches you intently, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips as she lifts her cigarette. With a deliberate, almost cruel precision, she taps the ash from her cigarette onto your outstretched tongue. The bitter taste invades your senses, and you can feel the heat of the ash against your skin, a humiliating reminder of the power she holds over you.
<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_ring\ash.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
<span class="margaret">"Obedience suits you better than being a filthy thief,"</span> Margaret sneers, her voice dripping with disdain as she gazes down at you. The words cut deep, each one a reminder of your helpless position.
With a slow, deliberate motion, she slides a finger into your mouth, pressing it against your tongue. The intrusion is both demeaning and intimate, a stark contrast to the coldness in her eyes. Her finger lingers there, a silent command for you to submit further, as she revels in the control she has over you.
<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_ring\finger.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
Margaret then shifts her position, reclining more comfortably on the bed with a satisfied sigh. Her body sinks into the plush pillows, her demeanor relaxed yet commanding. She stretches out her legs and begins to caress your body with her feet, the soft touch of her stocking-clad soles gliding slowly up your torso. The sensation is both intimate and humiliating, as her feet move with deliberate slowness, inching closer to your neck.
With a sultry purr, she says, <span class="margaret">"Be a good girl,"</span> her voice laced with mock sweetness. <span class="margaret">"And lick my feet."</span> Her words hang in the air, a command wrapped in condescension.
You obediently comply, lowering your head and starting to lick her feet. The taste of the stockings mingles with the faint scent of her skin, and you find yourself alternating between licking and sucking, each movement punctuated by her soft, taunting comments. Margaret watches you with a cold, detached satisfaction, her verbal humiliation adding another layer of degradation to the act.
<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img\events\entrance\margaret\margaret_ring\feet.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
Margaret watches you with evident pleasure, her eyes gleaming with sadistic delight as she takes in every submissive gesture and sign of distress you make. Each movement of your tongue and every flicker of your discomfort seems to fuel her cruel enjoyment.
<span class="margaret">"You’re nothing but a pathetic worm,"</span> she sneers, her voice dripping with contempt. <span class="margaret">"Perhaps this will teach you a lesson in humility. You’re so eager to grovel at my feet, it’s almost amusing."</span> Her words are a relentless barrage, designed to strip away your dignity and leave you feeling utterly degraded.
You continue to lick and suck her feet with a mixture of desperation and resignation, the act feeling increasingly humiliating with each passing moment. Margaret’s taunts don’t relent; she revels in your degradation, her voice a constant reminder of your fall from grace.
Finally, she grants you her grudging forgiveness, though it is clear that her satisfaction comes from the power she has exerted over you. With a final, scornful glance, she dismisses you, her gaze filled with disdain as she allows you to leave, leaving you with a deep sense of humiliation and a lingering sense of her superiority.
<<set $corruption += 3>>
<<set $margaretApologyGiven = true>>
<<set $margaret_relationship += 3>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Return to the entrance of the house|entrance of the house]]
</span>
</span>Margaret's face hardens as you refuse to comply with her demands. Without a word, she picks up her phone and calls the police. Moments later, officers arrive at the apartment to hear Margaret's complaint.
<img src="img\locations\entrance/margaret_police.jpg"/>
Margaret explains the situation to them, detailing the theft and your refusal to apologize. The officers listen carefully, and it seems like the situation could escalate quickly.
However, Margaret, still holding a grudge but willing to show some mercy, gives you one last chance.
<span class="margaret">"You have a choice,"</span> she says, her tone icy.
<span class="margaret">"You can either return the stolen ring and pay a $500 fine, or the police will handle it."</span>
<<if $money >= 500>>
<<set $money -= 500>>
<<set $inventory = $inventory.filter(item => item !== "Precious Ring")>>
<<set $margaretApologyGiven = true>>
"Fine," you say, handing over the ring and paying the fine. The officers take the ring as evidence, and Margaret watches you with a mixture of satisfaction and disdain.
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Return to the entrance of the house|entrance of the house]]
</span>
</span>
<<else>>
<!-- Hero does not have enough money -->
"I don’t have the money," you admit, feeling a wave of panic. Margaret’s eyes narrow as she watches you squirm.
[[Ask Mom for Money|AskMomForMoney]]
<</if>>
<img src="img\locations\entrance/callmom.jpg"/>
You pull out your phone and call your mother, not mentioning the true nature of your predicament. "Mom, I need some money urgently. Can you send me $500? It's really important."
Your mother, concerned and curious, asks what's going on. You reassure her, lying about the situation, and insist that everything is fine. After a tense conversation, she agrees to send the money.
<<set $money += 500>> <!-- Add $500 to hero's money -->
You receive the funds and prepare to return to Margaret to settle the issue.
[[Pay the Fine and Leave|PayFineAndLeave]]
You return to Margaret, handing over the $500. She takes the money with a smirk and takes the ring from you. The officers leave, and Margaret watches you with a mixture of satisfaction and contempt.
<<set $money -= 500>> <!-- Deduct the fine from hero's money -->
<<set $inventory = $inventory.filter(item => item !== "Precious Ring")>> <!-- Remove the ring from inventory -->
<<set $margaretApologyGiven = true>>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Return to the entrance of the house|entrance of the house]]
</span>
</span>
<img src="img\events\entrance\margaret\maid.gif"/>
<p>After changing into the maid’s outfit—a revealing and somewhat provocative uniform—you start cleaning Margaret’s apartment. The tasks range from dusting the shelves filled with trinkets and family photos to vacuuming the plush carpets in the living room. Every corner of the apartment reflects Margaret's personality, a blend of elegance and strict order.</p>
<p>As you move through the rooms, you can't help but feel slightly self-conscious in the skimpy outfit, especially under the watchful eyes of the hidden cameras you know are there. Despite the discomfort, you push through and focus on the work, making sure everything is spotless.</p>
<p>Finally, after what feels like hours, you finish the cleaning. Margaret, still in her study, hands you a small envelope containing $20. She doesn’t say much, just a nod of approval as she hands over the payment. You take the money, feeling a mix of relief and lingering unease, and leave the apartment.</p>
<<if $margaret_relationship < 10>>
<<set $margaret_relationship += 2>>
<</if>>
<<if $margaret_relationship >= 10 and $margaretFun is false>>
<p>As you begin to leave, you suddenly hear Margaret calling you from her room.</p>
[[Enter Margaret's room|EnterMargaretsRoom]]
<</if>>
<<set $money += 20>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
[[Return to the entrance of the house|entrance of the house]]<<if $money >= 6>>
<<set $money -= 6>>
<<if $inventory.includes("Cigarettes") is false>>
<<set $inventory.push("Cigarettes")>>
<<set $cigarettes = 20>>
<<else>>
<<set $cigarettes += 20>>
<</if>>
You buy a pack of cigarettes and add it to your inventory. You now have <<print $cigarettes>> cigarettes.
<<else>>
You don't have enough money to buy cigarettes.
<</if>>
[[Go back to the store|BrowseStore]]<img src="img\characters\jill/welcome.jpg"/>
You approach the counter where Jill is standing. Feeling a bit awkward, you decide to try and strike up a conversation.
<span class="heroine">"Hi, um... Jill, right?"</span> you say, glancing at her name tag. <span class="heroine">"I've been coming here for a while, but we haven't really talked."</span>
Jill looks up from the counter, her expression polite but distant. <span class="jill">"Yeah, that's right. Is there something you need help with?"</span>
You try to keep the conversation going, <span class="heroine">"Oh, no, I just thought I'd say hello. You know, it's nice to see a familiar face."</span>
Jill nods, her smile polite but not particularly warm. <span class="jill">"Thanks. It's nice to have regular customers."</span>
There's a brief pause, and you can sense that Jill isn't particularly interested in the conversation, but she remains courteous.
<span class="jill">"Well, if you need anything, feel free to ask,"</span> she says, her tone making it clear that she needs to get back to work.
You nod, realizing that the conversation isn't going anywhere. <span class="heroine">"Yeah, sure. Thanks, Jill."</span>
With that, you step away from the counter, feeling a bit deflated but also knowing that you've at least broken the ice.
<<set $metJill = true>> <!-- Mark the event as completed -->
<<set $jill_relationship = $jill_relationship + 1>>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Return to the store|ConvenienceStore]]
</span>
</span><img src="img/locations/outside/convenience_store/store.jpg"/>
You browse the items available for sale. The shelves are stocked with various products you might need.
<ul>
<<if !($inventory.includes("Pack of Cigarettes"))>>
<li>[[Buy a pack of cigarettes for $6|BuyCigarettes]]</li>
<</if>>
<<if !($inventory.includes("Fashion Magazine"))>>
<li>[[Buy a fashion magazine for $7|BuyFashionMagazine]]</li>
<</if>>
<<if !($inventory.includes("Face Cream"))>>
<li>[[Buy a face cream for $10|BuyFaceCream]]</li>
<</if>>
<<if !($inventory.includes("Public Speaking Guide"))>>
<li>[[Buy a public speaking guide for $20|BuySpeechGuide]]</li>
<</if>>
<li>[[Buy Junk Food for $3|BuyJunkFood]]</li>
<li>[[Buy a Regular Meal for $12|BuyRegularMeal]]</li>
<li>[[Leave the store|Outside]]</li>
</ul><<if $money >= 7>>
<<set $money -= 7>>
<<if $inventory.includes("Fashion Magazine") is false>>
<<set $inventory.push("Fashion Magazine")>>
<</if>>
You buy a Fashion Magazine and add it to your inventory.
<<else>>
You don't have enough money to buy the Fashion Magazine.
<</if>>
[[Go back to the store|BrowseStore]]<<if $money >= 10>>
<<set $money -= 10>>
<<if $inventory.includes("Face Cream") is false>>
<<set $inventory.push("Face Cream")>>
<</if>>
You buy a Face Cream and add it to your inventory.
<<else>>
You don't have enough money to buy the Face Cream.
<</if>>
[[Go back to the store|BrowseStore]]<<if $money >= 20>>
<<set $money -= 20>>
<<if $inventory.includes("Public Speaking Guide") is false>>
<<set $inventory.push("Public Speaking Guide")>>
<</if>>
You buy a Public Speaking Guide and add it to your inventory.
<<else>>
You don't have enough money to buy the Public Speaking Guide.
<</if>>
[[Go back to the store|BrowseStore]]<<if not $readFashionMagazine>>
<<set $charisma += 1>>
<<set $readFashionMagazine = true>>
<</if>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<img src="img/inventory/fashion_magazine.jpg"/>
You start reading the fashion magazine. The latest trends and stylish outfits are quite inspiring, and you feel your charisma increasing as you soak in the glamorous details.
[[Close the magazine and return to the desk|Desk]]<<if not $readPublicSpeakingGuide>>
<<set $charisma += 2>>
<<set $readPublicSpeakingGuide = true>>
<</if>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<img src="img/inventory/public_speaking_guide.jpg"/>
You begin reading the Public Speaking Guide. The book provides valuable tips and techniques for effective public speaking. After going through some chapters, you feel more articulate and confident in your speaking abilities.
[[Close the book and return to the desk|Desk]]<img src="img\locations\outside\gym\gym.jpg"/>
<p>You decide to sign up for a membership at FitLife Gym. You hand over $90 to Tyra, who processes your payment with a smile.</p>
<<set $money -= 90>>
<<set $membership_active = true>>
<<set $membership_start_date = $dayNumber>>
<<set $days_left = 30>>
<p>“Welcome to FitLife Gym! Your membership is now active for 30 days,” Tyra says. “Enjoy your workouts!”</p>
[[Proceed with your workout|GymWorkout]]
[[Leave the gym|Outside]]
<img src="img/locations/outside/bus_stop/busstop.jpg"/>
You arrive at the bus stop. The area is equipped with a bench and a sign indicating bus routes.
<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">>
<p>It’s too late to catch a bus now. Buses have stopped running for the night.</p>
[[Leave the bus stop and return to where you came from|Outside]]
<</if>>
<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] !== "Late Night">>
You can wait here for the bus or choose to go back to where you came from.
[[Change your mind and go back|Outside]]
<<if $money >= 3>>
[[Board the bus to the city center|BusRideToCityCenter]]
<<else>>
<p>You don't have enough money to pay for the bus ride.</p>
<</if>>
<</if>><img src="img\locations\outside\bus_stop\bus.gif"/>
<<set $money -= 3>>
You board the bus and pay $3 for the ride. The bus is comfortable and you find a seat. As the bus starts moving, you can choose your destination.
[[Head to the city center|CityCenter]]
[[Return to the neighborhood area|Outside]]
<img src="img/locations/citycenter/citycenter.jpg"/>
<p>You arrive in the bustling city center. The area is filled with shops, restaurants, and various attractions. The streets are alive with activity, and you can see the city's vibrant energy all around you.</p>
<div style="display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: space-around; gap: 10px;">
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img/locations/citycenter/mall/mall.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Visit the Grand Mall, "The Galleria"|Mall]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img/locations/citycenter/restaurant/restaurant.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Dine at the Fashionable Restaurant, "La Belle Cuisine"|FashionableRestaurant]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img/locations/citycenter/cinema/cinema.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Watch a movie at the Cinema, "Downtown Cinema"|Cinema]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img/locations/citycenter/art_gallery/art_gallery.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Explore the Art Gallery, "Urban Canvas"|ArtGallery]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img/locations/citycenter/bank/bank.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Go to the Bank, "Central Bank"|Bank]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img/locations/citycenter/tourist_center/tourist_center.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Visit the Tourist Information Center, "City Welcome Center"|TouristCenter]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img/locations/citycenter/nightclub/nightclub.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Dance at the Nightclub, "Eclipse"|Nightclub]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img/locations/citycenter/beauty_salon/beauty_salon.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Pamper yourself at the Beauty Salon, "Elegance Spa"|BeautySalon]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img/locations/citycenter/police_station/police_station.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Check out the Police Station, "Metro Police Headquarters"|PoliceStation]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img/locations/citycenter/amusement_park/amusement_park.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Have fun at the Amusement Park, "Funland"|AmusementPark]]
</div>
<<if $money >= 3>>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img/locations/citycenter/bus_stop/bus_stop.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Catch a bus from the bus stop|BusRideToCityCenter]]
</div>
<</if>>
<<if $money >= 2>>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img/locations/citycenter/metro_station/metro_station.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Descend into the metro station (2$)|MetroCityCenterStationPay]]
</div>
<</if>>
<<if $highViewerEmailRead && !$blackmailerWebcam>>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img/locations/citycenter/apartments/apartments.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Go to the Address in the Email|EmailApartment]]
</div>
<</if>>
</div><img src="img/locations/citycenter/mall/mall_entrance.jpg"/>
You enter the bustling shopping mall and find yourself on the ground floor. The atmosphere is lively, with people moving from store to store.
<div style="display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: space-around; gap: 10px;">
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/rest_area.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Rest Area with Benches|MallRestArea]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/electronics_store.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Tech Haven (Electronics Store)|MallElectronicsStore]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/grocery_section.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[FreshMart (Grocery Section)|MallGrocerySection]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/mens_restroom.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Men's Restroom|MallMensRestroom]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/womens_restroom.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Women's Restroom|MallWomensRestroom]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/security_room.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Security Room|MallSecurityRoom]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/second_floor.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Go up to the 2nd Floor|MallSecondFloor]]
</div>
</div>
[[Go back to City Center|CityCenter]]<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/electronics_store_view.jpg"/>
<p>You step into the electronics store, greeted by the bright lights and the soft hum of various gadgets on display. The shelves are lined with the latest smartphones, laptops, gaming consoles, and countless accessories. The store is bustling with activity, with customers browsing through the aisles and employees assisting them.</p>
<p>You take a moment to soak in the atmosphere, noticing the large screens showcasing the newest tech products, and the walls adorned with advertisements for the latest deals. The store is well-organized, with different sections dedicated to specific types of electronics, making it easy to find what you're looking for.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Browse the store and check prices on the items|BrowseMallElectronicsStore]]</li>
<<if !$discountEventTriggered && !$visitedConsultant>>
<li>[[Walk around the store and take a closer look|TalkToESConsultant]]</li>
<</if>>
<<if $visitedConsultant && !$discountEventTriggered>>
<li>[[Enter the consultant's office to discuss the discount|ESConsultantOffice]]</li>
<</if>>
<li>[[Leave the store|Mall]]</li>
</ul><img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/second_floor_view.jpg"/>
You arrive on the second floor of the mall. The atmosphere here is a bit more refined, with luxury stores and sports equipment shops.
<div style="display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: space-around; gap: 10px;">
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/jewelry_store.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Gleam & Glitter (Jewelry Store)|MallJewelryStore]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/sports_store.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[FitPro (Sports Equipment Store)|MallSportsStore]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/fashion_boutique.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Luxe Couture (High-End Fashion Boutique)|MallFashionBoutique]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/third_floor.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Go up to the 3rd Floor|MallThirdFloor]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/first_floor.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Go down to the 1st Floor|Mall]]
</div>
</div>
<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/sports_store_view.jpg"/>
You step into FitPro, a well-stocked sports equipment store with rows of gear for every type of workout. The place is filled with everything from dumbbells to yoga mats, all neatly organized for easy browsing.
[[Browse items for sale|BrowseSportsStore]]
[[Approach the male consultant|TalkToDennis]]
[[Approach the female consultant|TalkToFrankie]]
[[Leave the Store|MallSecondFloor]]
<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/third_floor_view.jpg"/>
You reach the third floor of the mall. This floor is dedicated to entertainment and more niche stores.
<div style="display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: space-around; gap: 10px;">
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/cinema.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Starview Cinema|MallCinema]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/sex_shop.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Eros Emporium (Sex Shop)|MallSexShop]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/comic_store.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Ink & Panels (Comic Book Store)|MallComicStore]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/tattoo_parlor.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Inked Impressions (Tattoo Parlor)|MallTattooParlor]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/second_floor.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Go down to the 2nd Floor|MallSecondFloor]]
</div>
</div>
<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/sexshop_view.jpg"/>
<p>As you walk into the Sex Shop, you're greeted by the sight of an alluring array of adult toys and accessories. The store is a treasure trove of sensual delights, featuring everything from sleek vibrators and realistic dildos to tantalizing spanking paddles and provocative nipple clamps. Each item is artfully displayed, inviting you to indulge your fantasies and explore your desires.</p>
[[Browse items for sale|BrowseSexShop]]
[[Approach the shopkeeper|TalkToShopkeeper]]
[[Leave the Store|MallThirdFloor]]You browse through the various sports equipment available for purchase. Here's what you can find:
<ul>
<<if !($inventory.includes("Yoga Mat"))>>
<li>[[Buy a yoga mat for $30|BuyYogaMat]]</li>
<</if>>
<<if !($inventory.includes("Dumbbells"))>>
<li>[[Buy a set of dumbbells for $50|BuyDumbbells]]</li>
<</if>>
<<if !($inventory.includes("Jump Rope"))>>
<li>[[Buy a jump rope for $20|BuyJumpRope]]</li>
<</if>>
<<if !($inventory.includes("Workout Clothing"))>>
<li>[[Buy workout clothing for $60|BuyWorkoutClothing]]</li>
<</if>>
<<if !($inventory.includes("Running Shoes"))>>
<li>[[Buy running shoes for $130|BuyRunningShoes]]</li>
<</if>>
<li>[[Leave the store|MallSecondFloor]]</li>
</ul>
<<if $money >= 30>>
<<set $money -= 30>>
<<if $inventory.includes("Yoga Mat") is false>>
<<set $inventory.push("Yoga Mat")>>
<</if>>
You buy a Yoga Mat and add it to your inventory.
<<else>>
You don't have enough money to buy the Yoga Mat.
<</if>>
[[Go back to the store|BrowseSportsStore]]<<if $money >= 50>>
<<set $money -= 50>>
<<if $inventory.includes("Dumbbells") is false>>
<<set $inventory.push("Dumbbells")>>
<</if>>
You buy a set of Dumbbells and add it to your inventory.
<<else>>
You don't have enough money to buy the Dumbbells.
<</if>>
[[Go back to the store|BrowseSportsStore]]<<if $money >= 20>>
<<set $money -= 20>>
<<if $inventory.includes("Jump Rope") is false>>
<<set $inventory.push("Jump Rope")>>
<</if>>
You buy a Jump Rope and add it to your inventory.
<<else>>
You don't have enough money to buy the Jump Rope.
<</if>>
[[Go back to the store|BrowseSportsStore]]<<if $money >= 60>>
<<set $money -= 60>>
<<if $inventory.includes("Workout Clothing") is false>>
<<set $inventory.push("Workout Clothing")>>
<</if>>
You buy a set of Workout Clothing and add it to your inventory.
<<else>>
You don't have enough money to buy the Workout Clothing.
<</if>>
[[Go back to the store|BrowseSportsStore]]<<if !$fitProEventCompleted>>
<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/sports_store_den.jpg"/>
As you begin to look around, a tall, muscular man with a smirk on his face approaches you. He introduces himself as Dennis, a sales consultant.
"Hey there," Dennis says, his eyes wandering shamelessly over your body. "Looking for something specific? I can show you around, if you'd like." His tone is casual, but his gaze and suggestive comments make you feel uneasy.
You politely decline his offer, trying to ignore the discomfort his presence brings. "No, thank you. I'm just browsing," you reply, hoping he’ll take the hint.
Dennis chuckles and steps back, still watching you. "Alright, but if you change your mind, you know where to find me."
<<set $fitProEventCompleted = true>>
You feel relieved as he walks away, leaving you to shop in peace.
[[Browse items for sale|BrowseSportsStore]]
[[Leave the Store|MallSecondFloor]]
<<else>>
<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/sports_store_den.jpg"/>
You spot Dennis again, and he greets you with a smirk. "Hey there, sweetheart. Need any help today?" His tone is casual, but his lingering gaze makes you uncomfortable.
You can choose to ignore him or respond as you see fit.
[[Ignore Dennis and browse the store|BrowseSportsStore]]
[[Respond to Dennis|RespondToDennis]]
[[Leave the Store|MallSecondFloor]]
<</if>>
<<if !$frankieIntroduced>>
<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/sports_store_frankie.jpg"/>
You step into FitPro, a well-stocked sports equipment store with rows of gear for every type of workout. The place is filled with everything from dumbbells to yoga mats, all neatly organized for easy browsing.
As you begin to look around, you notice a friendly-looking woman stocking some items on the shelves. She seems busy but takes a moment to greet you with a warm smile.
"Hi there! I'm Frankie," she says cheerfully. "Need any help finding something? Feel free to ask!"
You respond that you’re just browsing, and she nods understandingly. "No problem! If you need any assistance, don't hesitate to let me know."
<<set $frankieIntroduced = true>>
<<set $frankie_relationship += 1>>
You appreciate her friendly demeanor and feel more comfortable browsing the store.
[[Browse items for sale|BrowseSportsStore]]
[[Leave the Store|MallSecondFloor]]
<<else>>
<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/sports_store_frankie.jpg"/>
You see Frankie again as you browse the store. She smiles and waves at you, clearly happy to see you.
"Hi there! Still looking for anything in particular today?" she asks warmly.
You can continue browsing or have a chat with her.
[[Continue browsing the store|BrowseSportsStore]]
[[Chat with Frankie|Frankie]]
[[Leave the Store|MallSecondFloor]]
<</if>>
<img src="img\locations\outside\gym\gym.jpg"/>
<p>You decide to renew your membership at FitLife Gym. You hand over $90 to Tyra, who processes your payment with a smile.</p>
<<set $money -= 90>>
<<set $membership_active = true>>
<<set $membership_start_date = $dayNumber>>
<<set $days_left = 30>>
<p>“Your membership is renewed for another 30 days,” Tyra says. “Enjoy your workouts!”</p>
[[Proceed with your workout|GymWorkout]]
[[Leave the gym|Outside]]
<img src="img\locations\outside\gym\lockerroom.jpg"/>
You enter the gym, head to the locker room, and change into your workout clothes. After a quick warm-up, you're ready to dive into your exercise routine.
<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">>
You feel exhausted as the night deepens. It’s too late to do anything else. You decide it's best to head home and get some rest.
[[Go back home and sleep|Outside]]
<<else>>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Start with cardio exercises|GymCardio]]
</span>
<span class="column">
[[Hit the weights section|GymWeights]]
</span>
<span class="column">
[[Join a group class|GymClass]]
</span>
<span class="column">
[[Try out some yoga|GymYoga]]
</span>
<span class="column">
[[Take a shower after the workout|GymShower]]
</span>
</span>
<<endif>>
[[Leave the gym|Outside]]
<img src="img\events\outside\gym\treadmill.gif"/>
You spend some time on the treadmill, working up a good sweat as you jog and run at varying speeds. The cardio session leaves you feeling invigorated.
<<set $fitness += 1>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
[[Continue your workout|GymWorkout]]
[[Finish and head to the showers|GymShower]]<img src="img\events\outside\gym\weights.gif"/>
You move over to the weights section and start lifting. You focus on proper form as you work through your sets, feeling your muscles burn with each repetition.
<<set $fitness += 1>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
[[Continue your workout|GymWorkout]]
[[Finish and head to the showers|GymShower]]<img src="img\events\outside\gym/gym_class.gif"/>
You join a group class that's just starting. The instructor is energetic, guiding the group through a series of challenging exercises. The group dynamic pushes you to keep going, even when it gets tough.
<<set $fitness += 1>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
[[Continue your workout|GymWorkout]]
[[Finish and head to the showers|GymShower]]<img src="img\events\outside\gym/gym_yoga.gif"/>
You unroll a mat and join the yoga session. The calming atmosphere and gentle stretches help you relax and focus on your breathing. It's a perfect way to center yourself after an intense workout.
<<set $fitness += 1>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
[[Continue your workout|GymWorkout]]
[[Finish and head to the showers|GymShower]]<img src="img\events\outside\gym/gym_shower.gif"/>
After a satisfying workout, you head to the showers to clean up. The hot water soothes your muscles, washing away the sweat and leaving you feeling refreshed.
[[Leave the gym|Outside]]<img src="img\events\home\tv\tv_news.gif"/>
You settle into the couch, the remote in hand, and flip to the news channel. The screen flickers for a moment before the familiar faces of the news anchors appear, delivering the day's top stories with practiced calm.
The headlines scroll across the bottom of the screen, covering everything from local events to international affairs. The camera cuts to scenes of busy city streets, political rallies, and the aftermath of a recent storm.
You find yourself absorbed in the coverage, the weight of the day's events mixing with your own thoughts. As the news segment comes to an end, you feel a bit more connected to the world outside your apartment, even if just for a moment.
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Turn off the TV and go back|Living Room]]
</span>
<span class="column">
[[Switch to another channel|OldTV]]
</span>
</span>
<img src="img\events\home\tv\tv_anime.gif"/>
You scroll through the channels until you find an anime that catches your eye. The vibrant colors and lively characters immediately draw you in. The animation is fluid, and the story quickly unfolds with a mix of action, humor, and drama.
You get comfortable on the couch, letting the story take you to a world of fantasy and adventure. The characters’ expressions and the dynamic soundtrack keep you engaged, making you forget about your worries for a while.
As the episode comes to an end, you feel a strange mix of satisfaction and longing for more. It's easy to get lost in these worlds, where anything seems possible.
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Turn off the TV and go back|Living Room]]
</span>
<span class="column">
[[Switch to another channel|OldTV]]
</span>
</span>
<img src="img\events\home\tv\tv_horror.gif"/>
You flick through the channels until you find a late-night horror movie. The screen fills with eerie scenes and unsettling sounds, setting the stage for a night of suspense and thrills.
The film begins with a chilling atmosphere: dimly lit rooms, eerie music, and a slow build-up of tension. You curl up on the couch, eyes glued to the screen as the plot unfolds with unexpected twists and heart-pounding moments.
The horror movie grips you, keeping you on the edge of your seat. Every creak, shadow, and unsettling sound makes you jump, heightening the sense of fear and excitement. The film’s suspenseful soundtrack only adds to the tension, making every moment feel more intense.
As the movie reaches its climax, you can’t help but feel a mix of fear and exhilaration. The ending leaves you with a lingering sense of unease, but also a thrill from having experienced a good scare.
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Turn off the TV and go back|Living Room]]
</span>
<span class="column">
[[Switch to another channel|OldTV]]
</span>
</span>
<img src="img\events\home\tv\tv_music.gif"/>
You switch to the music video channel, and the screen lights up with a burst of colors and rhythms. The latest hits play, accompanied by energetic and visually striking music videos. Each clip is a mini-story, filled with dynamic choreography, vibrant visuals, and catchy tunes.
You tap your foot along with the beat, and the infectious energy of the music makes it hard to sit still. The artists' performances are captivating, and you find yourself lost in the rhythm and spectacle of each video.
As the music videos continue to play, you feel a sense of joy and freedom, the music lifting your spirits and filling the room with positive energy.
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Turn off the TV and go back|Living Room]]
</span>
<span class="column">
[[Switch to another channel|OldTV]]
</span>
</span>
<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img\events\home\tv\tv_erotica.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
You change the channel to an adult entertainment program, and the screen lights up with sensual and provocative content. The scenes are tastefully done, focusing on romance and desire with a smooth and seductive style.
The images are intimate and alluring, set to a sultry soundtrack that enhances the mood. You settle back, the room dimly lit, as the sensual scenes unfold before you. The film's focus on passion and connection creates an atmosphere of indulgence and relaxation.
As you watch, the content stimulates your senses, providing a moment of escapism and pleasure. The visuals and soundtrack blend together to create a captivating experience, allowing you to unwind and enjoy the private entertainment.
<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Evening" || setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Midnight">>
<<if $arousal >= 70>>
The mood is perfect for a more intimate experience. You find yourself feeling adventurous and decide to explore your own pleasure as you watch.
[[Touch yourself|SelfTouch]]
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<<set $arousal += 20>>
<<set $arousal to Math.min($arousal, 100)>>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Turn off the TV and go back|Living Room]]
</span>
<span class="column">
[[Switch to another channel|OldTV]]
</span>
</span><video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img\events\home\tv\self_touch.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
The intimate atmosphere and seductive visuals on the screen make you feel adventurous. You decide to indulge yourself, letting your hands explore as you continue watching.
The sensations blend with the visuals, enhancing your pleasure and deepening the experience. You move in rhythm with the scenes, letting yourself fully enjoy the moment of self-discovery.
As you reach your climax, the combination of the erotic content and your own touch brings a profound sense of satisfaction and relaxation.
<<set $arousal = 0>>
[[Turn off the TV and go back|Living Room]]<img src="img/events/home/workout/workout.jpg"/>
You decide to get some exercise at home. Depending on the equipment you have, you can choose a different workout routine. You can also always do a general stretching routine.
<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">>
<p>It's too late and dangerous to start a workout at this hour. You should rest now.</p>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Enough exercise for today|Living Room]]
</span>
</span>
<<else>>
<<if $inventory.includes("Dumbbells") or $inventory.includes("Yoga Mat") or $inventory.includes("Jump Rope")>>
<<if $inventory.includes("Dumbbells")>>
<p>With your <b>dumbbells</b>, you can perform various strength training exercises to work on your muscle groups:</p>
[[Start Dumbbells Workout|Dumbbells]]
<</if>>
<<if $inventory.includes("Yoga Mat")>>
<p>With your <b>yoga mat</b>, you can engage in a relaxing yoga session to improve your flexibility and relieve stress:</p>
[[Start Yoga Routine|Yoga Mat]]
<</if>>
<<if $inventory.includes("Jump Rope")>>
<p>With your <b>jump rope</b>, you can do an intense cardio workout to boost your heart rate and burn calories:</p>
[[Start Jump Rope Workout|Jump Rope]]
<</if>>
<</if>>
<p>Regardless of your equipment, you can always do some general stretching exercises:</p>
[[Do General Stretching and Warm-up|Stretching]]
<<if $arousal > 49>>
<p>If you’re feeling particularly adventurous, you can also try doing some naked stretching:</p>
[[Do Naked Stretching|NakedStretching]]
<</if>>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Enough exercise for today|Living Room]]
</span>
</span>
<</if>><img src="img\events\home\workout/jump_rope.gif"/>
You grab your jump rope and start jumping. The intense cardio workout gets your heart racing and burns off calories quickly.
<<if $jumpRopeUsage < 5>>
<<set $fitness = $fitness + 1>>
<<set $jumpRopeUsage = $jumpRopeUsage + 1>>
<</if>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
You finish your jump rope routine feeling invigorated and energized.
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Finish workout|HomeWorkout]]
</span>
</span><img src="img\events\home\workout/dumbbells.gif"/>
You pick up your dumbbells and start your strength training routine. You focus on different muscle groups, feeling the exertion and the benefits of your workout.
<<if $dumbbellsUsage < 5>>
<<set $fitness = $fitness + 1>>
<<set $dumbbellsUsage = $dumbbellsUsage + 1>>
<</if>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
You complete your workout, feeling accomplished and strong.
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Finish workout|HomeWorkout]]
</span>
</span><img src="img\events\home\workout/yoga.gif"/>
You lay out your yoga mat and begin your yoga session. You perform various poses, focusing on your breathing and flexibility.
<<if $yogaMatUsage < 5>>
<<set $fitness = $fitness + 1>>
<<set $yogaMatUsage = $yogaMatUsage + 1>>
<</if>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
You end your yoga routine feeling relaxed and centered.
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Finish workout|HomeWorkout]]
</span>
</span><img src="img\events\home\workout/stretching.gif"/>
Without any specialized equipment, you decide to do some general stretching and warm-up exercises. This helps you loosen up your muscles and get your body ready for the day.
<<if $stretchingUsage < 10>>
<<set $fitness = $fitness + 1>>
<<set $stretchingUsage = $stretchingUsage + 1>>
<</if>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
You finish feeling more flexible and refreshed.
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Enough exercise for today|home]]
</span>
</span><<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">>
<img src="img\locations\outside\cafe/cafe_closed.jpg"/>
<p>It's already too late, the café is closed until tomorrow.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Leave the café|Outside]]</li>
</ul>
<<else>>
<img src="img\locations\outside\cafe/cafe_view.jpg"/>
<p>You step into Bean & Blossom, the warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods immediately enveloping you. The café is charming, with rustic wooden tables, comfortable chairs, and a cozy ambiance that invites you to linger. The walls are adorned with vintage posters and shelves lined with potted plants, giving the place a vibrant yet relaxed atmosphere.</p>
<p>As you glance around, you notice a few patrons enjoying their drinks, quietly chatting or absorbed in their laptops. The soft hum of conversation mixes with the mellow music playing in the background, creating a peaceful environment.</p>
<p>On the far wall, a bulletin board catches your eye. Among the various flyers and community announcements, you spot a notice: "We are hiring! Interested in joining our team? Speak to the manager for details."</p>
<p>What would you like to do?</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Order something from the menu|CafeMenu]]</li>
<li>[[Sit down at a table|SitAtTable]]</li>
<li>[[Visit the restroom|CafeRestroom]]</li>
<<if !$cafejobInquired>>
<li>[[Inquire about the job|TalkToManager]]</li>
<</if>>
<<if $cafejobInquired>>
<li>[[Go to work as a waitress|WorkAsWaitress]]</li>
<li>[[Visit Jack in his office|VisitJackOffice]]</li>
<</if>>
<li>[[Leave the café|Outside]]</li>
</ul>
<</if>><img src="img\locations\outside\park/park_view.jpg"/>
You arrive at a spacious park. Sunlight filters through the tree leaves, and the fresh air fills your lungs. The park features well-maintained lawns, flower beds, and walking paths. You notice several benches where you can rest, and a small diner with a sign reading Hot Dog Cafe. There's also a designated area for yoga.
<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">>
<p>It's late at night, and the park is quieter. Some activities might be less practical now, so consider sticking to:</p>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Rest on a bench|RestOnBench]]
</span>
<span class="column">
[[Leave the park|Outside]]
</span>
</span>
<<else>>
<<if $inventory.includes("Running Shoes") or $inventory.includes("Yoga Mat")>>
<<if $inventory.includes("Running Shoes")>>
<p>With your <b>running shoes</b>, you can go for a run around the park to get some exercise and enjoy the outdoors:</p>
[[Go for a run|GoRunning]]
<</if>>
<<if $inventory.includes("Yoga Mat")>>
<p>With your <b>yoga mat</b>, you can do a relaxing yoga session in the park’s designated area:</p>
[[Do yoga outdoors|DoYoga]]
<</if>>
<</if>>
<p>Regardless of your equipment, you can always:</p>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Rest on a bench|RestOnBench]]
</span>
<span class="column">
[[Visit the hot dog cafe|HotDogCafe]]
<<if $parkflyerjobAccepted>>
[[Hand Out Flyers|HandOutFlyers]]
<</if>>
</span>
<span class="column">
[[Leave the park|Outside]]
</span>
</span>
<</if>>
<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">>
<img src="img/locations/outside/library/library_closed.jpg"/>
<p>It's already too late, the library is closed for the night. You should probably head home.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Leave the library|Outside]]</li>
</ul>
<<else>>
<img src="img/locations/outside/library/library_view.jpg"/>
<p>You push open the creaky wooden door of the small library, and a gentle bell chimes as you step inside. The air is filled with the faint smell of old books and polished wood. The library is cozy, with shelves packed tightly with books of all kinds, from dusty old tomes to new bestsellers.</p>
<p>You glance around and notice a woman in her early 30s sitting behind the librarian’s desk. She’s engrossed in her work, adjusting her glasses as she types something on the computer. The soft glow of a desk lamp casts a warm light over her, highlighting the stacks of returned books beside her.</p>
<p>The library is quiet, almost peaceful, with only the occasional sound of pages being turned by a few other patrons scattered around.</p>
<ul>
<<if !$libraryVisit>>
<li>[[Approach the librarian|TalkToLibrarian]]</li>
<</if>>
<<if $libraryVisit>>
<li>[[Read a book|ReadLibraryBook]]</li>
<li>[[Use the computer for $2|UseComputer]]</li>
<li>[[Visit the restroom|LibraryRestroom]]</li>
<li>[[Chat with Deborah|TalkToDeborah]]</li>
<</if>>
<li>[[Leave the library|Outside]]</li>
</ul>
<<endif>><<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">>
<img src="img\locations\outside\bar/rusty_anchor_night.jpg"/>
<p>The Rusty Anchor is even more foreboding at this hour. The shadows seem deeper, and the patrons more unwelcoming. You feel a shiver run down your spine as you step inside, wondering if you should really be here at this time of night.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Leave the bar|Outside]]</li>
</ul>
<<else>>
<img src="img\locations\outside\bar/rusty_anchor_day.jpg"/>
<p>You step into *The Rusty Anchor*, a dingy bar with flickering neon signs and a smell that’s a mix of stale beer and old smoke. The patrons are a rough-looking bunch, and their suspicious glances make it clear that this is no place for a casual visit.</p>
<p>The bartender, a grizzled man with a permanent scowl, is cleaning glasses behind the counter. You’re not sure if the glasses are getting any cleaner, but he doesn’t seem to care. The atmosphere is tense, and you can sense that things could go south at any moment.</p>
<<if $hasBarJob>>
<ul>
<li>[[Take a shift at the bar|BarJobShift]]</li>
<li>[[Go to the women's restroom|BarWomensRestroom]]</li>
<li>[[Go to the men's restroom|BarMensRestroom]]</li>
<li>[[Talk to the bartender|RobertTalk]]</li>
<li>[[Leave the bar|Outside]]</li>
</ul>
<<else>>
<ul>
<li>[[Talk to the bartender|TalkToBartender]]</li>
<li>[[Go to the women's restroom|BarWomensRestroom]]</li>
<li>[[Go to the men's restroom|BarMensRestroom]]</li>
<li>[[Leave the bar|Outside]]</li>
</ul>
<<endif>>
<<endif>><<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Dawn" or setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Early Morning" or setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Morning" or setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Afternoon" or setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Midday">>
<img src="img\locations\outside\club/club_day.jpg"/>
<p>You approach Pulse, but the club is closed at this hour. A sign on the door indicates that it opens only in the Evening. You may want to come back later.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Return|Outside]]</li>
</ul>
<</if>>
<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Evening" or setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Midnight" or setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">>
<img src="img\locations\outside\club/club_evening.jpg"/>
<p>You arrive at Pulse in the Evening. The entrance is bustling with a noisy crowd, and you can hear the thumping bass from inside. After standing in line for a while, you finally reach the front, where a bouncer is checking IDs and managing the crowd.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Talk to the bouncer|TalkToBouncer]]</li>
<li>[[Leave and return|Outside]]</li>
</ul>
<</if>><<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">>
<img src="img/locations/outside/basketball/court_night.jpg"/>
<p>The basketball court is now empty, and it’s too late for any serious sports activity. The area feels deserted and quiet, with the streetlights flickering faintly.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Leave the court and go back to the street|Outside]]</li>
</ul>
<</if>>
<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] !== "Late Night">>
<img src="img/locations/outside/basketball/court_day.jpg"/>
<p>You arrive at an outdoor basketball court. The area is alive with the sounds of a game in progress. A group of young Black men are playing a heated match, their voices raised in competitive banter and occasional shouts of triumph or frustration. Their play is intense, characterized by aggressive moves and sharp passes, reflecting both their skill and determination.</p>
<p>The court is surrounded by a chain-link fence, with graffiti decorating the surrounding walls. The streetlights cast a harsh, flickering light over the court, adding to the gritty ambiance of the scene.</p>
<p>The players seem fully immersed in the game, their focus unwavering. You can sense the raw energy and competitive spirit of the match as you watch them from the sidelines.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Approach the players|ApproachPlayers]]</li>
<<if $basketballEncounter>>
<li>[[Play basketball by yourself|PlayBasketballAlone]]</li>
<</if>>
<<if $talkedToTycen>>
<li>[[Practice basketball with Tycen|PracticeWithTycen]]</li>
<</if>>
<li>[[Leave the court and go back to the street|Outside]]</li>
</ul>
<</if>>
<img src="img\locations\outside\park/park_bench.jpg"/>
You find a quiet spot on a park bench and sit down, feeling the gentle breeze and listening to the distant sounds of birds chirping. What would you like to do?
<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">>
<ul>
<li>[[Sleep on the bench|SleepOnBench]]</li>
<li>[[Stand up and leave|Park]]</li>
</ul>
<<else>>
<ul>
<li>[[Rest and enjoy the surroundings|Resting]]</li>
<li>[[Stand up and leave|Park]]</li>
<<if $inventory.includes("Adult Book") or $inventory.includes("Porn Magazine") or $inventory.includes("Fashion Magazine") or $inventory.includes("Public Speaking Guide")>>
<li>[[Read a book|ReadBookPark]]</li>
<</if>>
</ul>
<</if>>
You start jogging through the park, feeling the rhythm of your feet hitting the ground and the fresh air filling your lungs. The trees and greenery blur as you pick up the pace, your mind clearing with each step. The path winds through the park, providing a mix of scenery that keeps you energized and motivated.
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<<if $parkRunUsage < 5>>
<<set $fitness = $fitness + 1>>
<<set $parkRunUsage = $parkRunUsage + 1>>
<</if>>
After a solid run, you feel your heart rate slowing down as you catch your breath. Your body feels stronger and more alive.
[[Stand up and leave|Park]]
You unroll your yoga mat on the soft grass and take a deep breath, grounding yourself in the peaceful surroundings. The sounds of nature blend with your deep, steady breathing as you move through each pose with deliberate focus. The tension in your body eases as you stretch and hold each position, feeling your muscles lengthen and your mind calm.
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<<if $yogaMatParkUsage < 5>>
<<set $fitness = $fitness + 1>>
<<set $yogaMatParkUsage = $yogaMatUsage + 1>>
<</if>>
Feeling refreshed and centered, you roll up your mat and prepare to continue with your day.
[[Stand up and leave|Park]]
<<if $money >= 130>>
<<set $money -= 130>>
<<if $inventory.includes("Running Shoes") is false>>
<<set $inventory.push("Running Shoes")>>
<</if>>
You buy a pair of Running Shoes and add them to your inventory.
<<else>>
You don't have enough money to buy the Running Shoes.
<</if>>
[[Go back to the store|BrowseSportsStore]]
<img src="img\locations\outside\park/park_bench.jpg"/>
You lean back on the bench, feeling the cool breeze brush against your skin as the sounds of nature surround you. The gentle rustling of leaves, the distant chatter of people, and the occasional chirp of a bird create a calming ambiance. You close your eyes for a moment, allowing yourself to drift into a peaceful state, feeling the stress of the day slowly melt away.
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
After a while, you feel refreshed and ready to continue with your day.
[[Stand up and leave|Park]]
<img src="img\locations\outside\park/park_book.jpg"/>
You open your book and begin to read, letting the words transport you to another world. The quiet atmosphere of the park creates the perfect backdrop as you lose yourself in the story. The occasional sounds of nature around you only add to the peacefulness of the moment, making the experience even more enjoyable.
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
After some time, you finish reading a chapter and feel a sense of satisfaction.
[[Stand up and leave|Park]]
<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img\events\outside\park\hotdogcafe/enter.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
You enter a cozy little snack bar nestled in the park. The counter is filled with an array of hot dog buns and various toppings, from classic mustard and ketchup to relish and onions. Behind the counter, a friendly man and his assistant are busy preparing orders and chatting with customers.
On the display board above the counter, there's a sign advertising a job opening for handing out flyers to promote the cafe. The sign suggests that the position could be a great opportunity for those looking to earn a little extra money.
<<if $money >= 5>>
[[Buy a Hot Dog for $5|BuyHotDog]]
<<else>>
You don't have enough money to buy a hot dog.
<<endif>>
<<if !$parkflyerjobAccepted>>
[[Ask About the Job|HotDogAskJob]]
<<else>>
<<if $flyerDistributionCount > 0>>
[[Collect Your Earnings|CollectEarnings]]
<</if>>
You have already accepted the job and are currently distributing flyers.
<<endif>>
[[Return to the Park|Park]]
<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img\events\outside\park\hotdogcafe/work.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
<<if $money >= 5>>
You approach the counter and decide to treat yourself to a hot dog. The friendly man behind the counter greets you with a smile.
"Would you like to try one of our delicious hot dogs? They're just $5," he says, pointing to the array of toppings available.
You nod in agreement and choose your favorite toppings: mustard, ketchup, and a sprinkle of relish. The man quickly prepares your hot dog, adding the toppings with skill and care. He hands it to you, wrapped in a napkin.
You take a bite of the hot dog. The combination of the juicy sausage and the fresh, tangy toppings creates a perfect taste sensation. It's hot, flavorful, and satisfying. You enjoy every bite as you savor the deliciousness of this simple pleasure.
<<set $money -= 5>>
Once you're finished, you look around, feeling content.
<<else>>
Unfortunately, you don’t have enough money to buy a hot dog.
<<endif>>
[[Return to the Park|Park]]
<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img\events\outside\park\hotdogcafe/work.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
You approach the friendly woman behind the counter and mention that you saw the job advertisement for handing out flyers.
The woman smiles and explains, "It's a simple job. All you need to do is hand out flyers around the park to invite people to visit our snack bar. It's not hard work and you can earn some extra money."
You think about it for a moment. The job seems straightforward and not too demanding.
"Would you like to take the job?" she asks. "You can start anytime. Just let me know if you decide to accept."
[[Agree to Take the Job|AgreeToJob]]
[[Say I'll Think About It|Park]]<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img\events\outside\park\hotdogcafe/work.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
You decide to accept the job offer. The man behind the counter is pleased and thanks you for your help.
<<set $parkflyerjobAccepted = true>>
<<set $flyerDistributionCount = 0>>
[[Return to the Park|Park]]<img src="img\locations\outside\park/park_flyers.jpg"/>
You decide to spend some time handing out flyers around the park. You walk around, offering flyers to passersby and telling them about the snack bar.
<<set $flyerDistributionCount = $flyerDistributionCount + 1>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime == 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
You feel like you’ve done a good job spreading the word. Now you can head back to the snack bar to collect your earnings.
[[Return to the Hot Dog Stand|HotDogCafe]]
<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img\events\outside\park\hotdogcafe/work.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
You return to the snack bar after a day of handing out flyers. The man behind the counter greets you and asks how many flyers you distributed.
You inform him of the number of flyers you handed out. He nods and hands you your earnings for the work.
<<set $money = $money + ($flyerDistributionCount * 15)>>
<<set $flyerDistributionCount = 0>>
<<set $relationshipWithHotDogOwner = $relationshipWithHotDogOwner + 2>>
<<if $relationshipWithHotDogOwner >= 10>>
"Thank you for your help!" the man says. "Feel free to come back anytime. By the way, you've been doing a great job lately. How about earning some extra tips?"
[[Ask About the Tips|HotDogTips]]
<<else>>
"Thank you for your help!" the man says. "Feel free to come back anytime."
<</if>>
[[Return to the Park|Park]]<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img\events\outside\park\hotdogcafe/work.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
The man leans in with a sly smile, his eyes lingering a bit too long on you. "Well, since you've been doing such a good job, I can offer you some extra tips," he says, his tone suggestive. "If you come behind the counter and help me out a bit more personally, I could offer you a generous $50. How does that sound?"
He takes a moment to give you a lingering look, making it clear what kind of help he's hinting at.
Standing beside him is his assistant, who looks you up and down with a smirk. She adds, "Oh, come on now, it might be fun. It’s not every day you get an offer like this. You might enjoy it more than you think. And $50 is a pretty nice bonus, don’t you think?"
The two of them exchange glances, clearly encouraging you to take up the offer.
<<set $arousal += 50>>
<<set $arousal to Math.min($arousal, 100)>>
[[Accept the Offer|AcceptTips]]
[[Politely Decline|DeclineTips]]
You decide to go along with the owner's persistent offer, despite the strange vibe. His assistant, a young woman with a mischievous smile, chimes in, "Don't worry, sweetie, you're gonna love this taste."
<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img\events\outside\park\hotdogcafe\tips_bj/offer.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
The owner then pulls out his large cock, placing it between two freshly toasted buns. The assistant drizzles mustard and ketchup over his cock, her movements slow and deliberate. "Bon appétit, sweetie," she purrs, her eyes never leaving yours.
Feeling a mix of curiosity and unease, you nervously step behind the counter, joining the two of them.
<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img\events\outside\park\hotdogcafe\tips_bj/agree.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
The assistant kneels down, her face close to the cock. She teasingly takes a small taste, her lips wrapping around the dick for just a moment before she pulls back, grinning. "Better than the local hot dogs," she says, winking at you. "Come on, sweetie, give it a try."
<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img\events\outside\park\hotdogcafe\tips_bj/assistant.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
Hesitating, you kneel beside her, feeling the tension in the air. You reach out, your fingers trembling slightly, and take hold of the cock. You bring it closer, and with a small, tentative bite, you taste the soft bun. The assistant encourages you, "Go on, try the sausage."
<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img\events\outside\park\hotdogcafe\tips_bj/kneel.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
Mustering up your courage, you take a cautious lick of the cock. The taste is surprisingly good, and you nod slowly. The assistant's voice breaks through your thoughts, "So, how is it? Tasty, right?"
You manage a small smile, replying, "Yeah, it's... pretty good."
The assistant took away the buns, leaving you with just the main course—a large, savory cock coated in mustard and ketchup.
<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img\events\outside\park\hotdogcafe\tips_bj/lick.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
The sight of it made your heart race a little faster. Without hesitation, you leaned in and quickly licked off the sauces, savoring the tangy flavors. The assistant held the sausage steady as you began to take it into your mouth, her hands gently guiding you.
<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img\events\outside\park\hotdogcafe\tips_bj/suck.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
The owner watched with a satisfied grin. "I'll throw in an extra $25 if you take off that dress," he offered smoothly. You didn't even think twice. Obediently, you slipped out of your dress, feeling the cool air against your skin as you knelt back down.
<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img\events\outside\park\hotdogcafe\tips_bj/undress.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
You resumed your task, focusing on the cock in front of you, its size overwhelming, yet you persisted, determined to please.
As you worked, the assistant shook a handful of cash in front of your face, her voice dripping with a mix of mockery and amusement. "I knew the moment I saw you that you'd end up right here, on your knees." Her words barely registered, though; you were too absorbed in the task at hand, too intent on polishing the owner's sausage to perfection.
<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img\events\outside\park\hotdogcafe\tips_bj/blowjob.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
As you continued to work on the savory cock, focused and determined, the assistant leaned in close, her fingers brushing against your skin. Without a word, she began to help you slip out of your underwear, her touch firm yet strangely comforting. The fabric slid down your legs, leaving you completely exposed, but you hardly noticed, too engrossed in the task at hand.
The assistant smirked, satisfied with her work. The cool air against your bare skin only heightened the intensity of the moment, but your mind was singularly focused on the delicious cock in front of you, the taste overwhelming your senses.
Before long, the owner rewarded your efforts with his special sauce, a warm, salty burst that you swallowed without hesitation.
<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img\events\outside\park\hotdogcafe\tips_bj/facial.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
The assistant, with a sly smile, handed you your well-earned tips, the money still slightly crumpled from her grip.
<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img\events\outside\park\hotdogcafe\tips_bj/money.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
<<set $money = $money + 75>>
<<set $corruption += 3>>
<<set $arousal += 50>>
<<set $arousal to Math.min($arousal, 100)>>
<<set $relationshipWithHotDogOwner = $relationshipWithHotDogOwner + 5>>
[[Return to the Park|Park]]
<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img\events\outside\park\hotdogcafe/work.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
You politely decline the offer. The man nods understandingly and thanks you for your work.
"That's alright. If you change your mind, just let me know," he says with a smile.
[[Return to the Park|Park]]<img src="img\locations\outside\park/park_sleep.jpg"/>
The park is eerily quiet as the night deepens. You feel the cool air settle around you, and the distant sounds of the city fade away into the background. As exhaustion takes over, you stretch out on the bench. The hard surface is uncomfortable, but the fatigue from the day makes it easier to drift off.
You close your eyes, feeling the slight chill of the night air against your skin. The occasional rustle of leaves and the distant hum of traffic provide a strange sense of comfort. Despite the less-than-ideal sleeping conditions, you manage to fall into a restless sleep.
The night passes slowly, with moments of fitful dreams and brief awakenings. As the first light of dawn breaks through the trees, you stir, feeling the stiffness in your muscles from the cold and the hard bench.
You wake up with the first light of day, feeling both physically drained and mentally refreshed by the quiet night.
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<<set $currentTime = 0>>
<<set $dayNumber += 1>>
<<set $drunkenness = 0>>
<<set $rentPaid = false>>
[[Get up and start your day|Park]]<p>You take a moment to study the menu at Bean & Blossom, considering the options available before making your choice.</p>
<div style="display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: space-around; gap: 10px;">
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img\locations\outside\cafe\menu/espresso.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Order an Espresso ($4.00)|OrderEspresso]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img\locations\outside\cafe\menu/americano.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Order an Americano ($3.00)|OrderAmericano]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img\locations\outside\cafe\menu/latte.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Order a Latte ($5.00)|OrderLatte]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img\locations\outside\cafe\menu/green_tea.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Order a Green Tea ($3.00)|OrderGreenTea]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img\locations\outside\cafe\menu/iced_tea.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Order an Iced Tea ($4.00)|OrderIcedTea]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img\locations\outside\cafe\menu/mocha.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Order a Mocha ($5.00)|OrderMocha]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img\locations\outside\cafe\menu/milkshake.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Order a Milkshake ($5.00)|OrderMilkshake]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img\locations\outside\cafe\menu/croissant.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Order a Croissant ($4.00)|OrderCroissant]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img\locations\outside\cafe\menu/bagel.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Order a Bagel ($3.00)|OrderBagel]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img\locations\outside\cafe\menu/cheesecake.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Order a Cheesecake ($6.00)|OrderCheesecake]]
</div>
</div>
[[Change your mind and return to the café|LocalCafé]]<img src="img\locations\outside\cafe/cafe_table.jpg"/>
<p>You find an available table and take a seat. The café is bustling with activity, but you’ve managed to secure a cozy spot where you can relax and enjoy your time. The table is clean, with a small vase of fresh flowers and a menu tucked neatly in the corner.</p>
<p>As you settle in, you take a moment to look around. The café has a warm, inviting atmosphere with comfortable seating and soft background music. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods fills the air, enhancing the overall ambiance.</p>
<p>Now that you’re comfortably seated, you can:</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Order something from the menu|CafeMenu]]</li>
<li>[[Go to the restroom|CafeRestroom]]</li>
<li>[[Finish your visit and leave the café|LocalCafé]]</li>
</ul><img src="img\locations\outside\cafe/cafe_restroom.jpg"/>
<p>You make your way to the café’s restroom. The restroom is clean and well-maintained, with a single door that is used by both men and women. Inside, you find basic amenities such as a sink, mirror, and a few stalls.</p>
<p>The restroom is bright and functional, with a modern touch. There’s a small shelf with hand soap and a hand dryer on the wall. You take a moment to freshen up and use the facilities as needed. The restroom provides a brief respite from the lively atmosphere of the café.</p>
<p>After finishing, you head back to your table in the café, ready to continue your visit. The café's inviting ambiance welcomes you back as you resume your seat.</p>
<p>[[Return to the café|LocalCafé]]</p><video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img\events\outside\cafe\assistant\hiring/interview.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
<p>You knock on the door to the manager’s office. After a brief pause, a voice calls out, “Come in.” You cautiously open the door and step into a small, neatly organized office. The manager, a man in his early forties, looks up from his desk. His gaze scans you from head to toe with an evaluative intensity.</p>
<p>“Please, have a seat,” he says, gesturing to a chair across from his desk. “I’m Jack, the manager here. What can I do for you today?”</p>
<p>You explain that you saw the job advertisement for the café and wanted to learn more about the position. Jack nods, understanding. “Well, since we’ve only recently opened, we’re still in need of staff. We have a position available for a waitress. The pay for a shift is around $25 to $30, which might be modest, but it could be a good start for someone new in town.”</p>
<p>Jack’s eyes linger on you once more. “Alternatively, I could offer you a position as my assistant in the office. The pay would be higher, around $50 per shift, but it would require more effort and responsibility. It’s a bit more demanding, but it could be a better fit if you’re up for a challenge.”</p>
<p>Jack leans back in his chair and, with a somewhat suggestive motion, subtly adjusts his pants in the area of his groin, making it clear what type of alternative work he’s referring to. He then awaits your response with a smirk.</p>
<p>“So, what do you think? Are either of these positions of interest to you?”</p>
<p>[[Apply for the waitress position|WaitressPosition]]</p>
<p>[[Apply for the office assistant position|OfficeAssistantPosition]]</p>
<p>[[Thank Jack and say you’ll think about the offer|LocalCafé]]</p><img src="img\locations\outside\cafe/cafe_order.jpg"/>
<p>You decide on an Espresso and place your order at the counter. The barista quickly gets to work, and you watch as they skillfully brew the rich, dark coffee. The aroma of freshly ground beans fills the air, making your mouth water in anticipation. Moments later, your Espresso is ready, served in a small, elegant cup.</p>
<p>You take a seat by the window, savoring the first sip. The strong, bold flavor of the Espresso jolts your senses awake, giving you a moment of clarity and focus. It's the perfect pick-me-up for the day ahead.</p>
<<set $money -= 4>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<p>[[Finish your drink and leave the café|LocalCafé]]</p><img src="img\locations\outside\cafe/cafe_order.jpg"/>
<p>You decide to order an Americano, craving something a bit smoother but still strong. The barista takes your order and begins to prepare it. You watch as hot water is added to the rich espresso shot, diluting it just enough to create the perfect balance.</p>
<p>Soon, your Americano is ready, served in a simple but stylish cup. You find a comfortable spot in the café, letting the warmth of the drink spread through your hands. As you take your first sip, the smooth, slightly bitter taste of the Americano soothes your senses, providing a comforting warmth and energy boost.</p>
<<set $money -= 3>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<p>[[Finish your drink and leave the café|LocalCafé]]</p><img src="img\locations\outside\cafe/cafe_order.jpg"/>
<p>You decide to treat yourself to a Latte. After placing your order, you watch as the barista expertly steams the milk, creating a velvety foam. They pour the rich espresso into the cup, followed by the creamy milk, carefully crafting the perfect balance between the two.</p>
<p>Your Latte is served in a large, warm cup, with a delicate layer of foam on top. You find a cozy corner in the café and take a sip, enjoying the smooth, creamy texture and the gentle sweetness. The warmth of the drink envelops you, making you feel relaxed and content.</p>
<<set $money -= 5>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<p>[[Finish your drink and leave the café|LocalCafé]]</p><img src="img\locations\outside\cafe/cafe_order.jpg"/>
<p>You opt for a refreshing Green Tea. After placing your order, the barista prepares the tea by steeping the delicate green tea leaves in hot water. The soothing aroma of the tea fills the air as it brews.</p>
<p>Soon, your Green Tea is ready, served in a simple yet elegant cup. You find a comfortable spot in the café and take a sip. The light, earthy flavor of the green tea is both calming and invigorating, providing a gentle boost of energy and relaxation.</p>
<<set $money -= 3>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<p>[[Finish your drink and leave the café|LocalCafé]]</p><img src="img\locations\outside\cafe/cafe_order.jpg"/>
<p>You decide to cool off with an Iced Tea. After placing your order, the barista brews a strong tea and then chills it before pouring it over ice. The refreshing aroma of the tea blends with the coolness of the ice, creating a perfect summer beverage.</p>
<p>Your Iced Tea is served in a tall glass with a slice of lemon for added zest. You take a seat by the window and enjoy the crisp, refreshing taste of the tea. The combination of flavors is invigorating, making it an ideal choice for a warm day.</p>
<<set $money -= 4>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<p>[[Finish your drink and leave the café|LocalCafé]]</p><img src="img\locations\outside\cafe/cafe_order.jpg"/>
<p>You decide to indulge in a Mocha. After placing your order, the barista prepares a rich espresso shot and blends it with smooth steamed milk and a generous amount of chocolate syrup. The combination of coffee and chocolate creates a decadent and satisfying treat.</p>
<p>Your Mocha is served in a large, comforting cup, topped with a swirl of whipped cream and a drizzle of chocolate sauce. You find a cozy spot in the café and take a sip. The rich, chocolatey flavor mingles beautifully with the robust espresso, giving you a warm, comforting sensation.</p>
<<set $money -= 5>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<p>[[Finish your drink and leave the café|LocalCafé]]</p><img src="img\locations\outside\cafe/cafe_order.jpg"/>
<p>You decide to enjoy a delicious Milkshake. After placing your order, the barista blends creamy ice cream with milk and a flavor of your choice, creating a thick and indulgent shake. The milkshake is then topped with a generous swirl of whipped cream and a cherry on top.</p>
<p>Your Milkshake is served in a tall glass with a straw. You find a comfy seat in the café and take a sip. The creamy, sweet flavor of the milkshake is both satisfying and refreshing, making it a delightful treat for any time of the day.</p>
<<set $money -= 5>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<p>[[Finish your drink and leave the café|LocalCafé]]</p><img src="img\locations\outside\cafe/cafe_order.jpg"/>
<p>You decide to enjoy a freshly baked Croissant. After placing your order, the barista retrieves a warm, golden-brown croissant from the display. The flaky, buttery layers of the pastry are perfectly crisp on the outside and soft on the inside.</p>
<p>Your Croissant is served on a small plate. You find a cozy spot in the café and take a bite. The rich, buttery flavor of the croissant pairs wonderfully with your drink, making for a delightful and satisfying snack.</p>
<<set $money -= 4>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<p>[[Finish your snack and leave the café|LocalCafé]]</p><img src="img\locations\outside\cafe/cafe_order.jpg"/>
<p>You decide to get a Bagel. After placing your order, the barista selects a freshly baked bagel from the display. You can choose from a variety of toppings or spreads to enhance your bagel.</p>
<p>Your Bagel is served on a small plate, toasted to perfection and with your choice of topping. You find a comfortable spot in the café and take a bite. The warm, chewy texture of the bagel combined with your selected spread makes for a satisfying and tasty snack.</p>
<<set $money -= 3>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<p>[[Finish your snack and leave the café|LocalCafé]]</p><img src="img\locations\outside\cafe/cafe_order.jpg"/>
<p>You decide to indulge in a slice of Cheesecake. After placing your order, the barista retrieves a rich, creamy slice of cheesecake from the display. The cheesecake has a smooth, velvety texture with a graham cracker crust and is topped with a luscious fruit compote or chocolate drizzle, depending on your choice.</p>
<p>Your Cheesecake is served on a plate with a fork. You find a cozy corner in the café and take a bite. The creamy, sweet flavor of the cheesecake melts in your mouth, offering a perfect ending to your café visit.</p>
<<set $money -= 6>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<p>[[Finish your dessert and leave the café|LocalCafé]]</p><video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img\events\outside\cafe\assistant\hiring/interview.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
<p>You express your interest in the waitress position. Jack nods and provides you with the details of the job, and you agree to start as soon as possible. He thanks you for your interest and wishes you luck.</p>
<<set $cafejobInquired = true>>
[[Return to the café|LocalCafé]]<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img/events/outside/cafe/assistant/hiring/interview.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
<p>You express your interest in the office assistant position. Jack nods approvingly and explains the job's requirements. The role involves assisting him with various tasks in the office and carrying out any instructions he provides. It’s a demanding job, but it comes with a higher salary.</p>
<p>Jack elaborates on the responsibilities: organizing files, handling correspondence, and being available for any special tasks that may arise. He emphasizes that the role requires discretion, efficiency, and a willingness to adapt to his needs.</p>
<p>Jack's demeanor becomes more serious as he outlines the expectations:</p>
<p><span class="others">"If you agree to the position, you will need to demonstrate complete commitment,"</span> he says firmly. <span class="others">"This includes locking the office door and preparing yourself for the role as instructed. As a sign of your dedication, I expect you to close the door securely, kneel, and approach me as a good assistant would."</span> He looks at you with a piercing gaze, making sure you understand the gravity of his expectations.</p>
<p><span class="others">"Remember,"</span> he adds, his tone stern, <span class="others">"this job isn't just about doing tasks—it's about proving your worth and reliability. I need to know I can count on you at all times."</span> His words are a clear indication that the role demands more than just skill; it requires total submission and dedication.</p>
<p>[[Accept the position and follow Jack’s instructions|OfficeAssistantStart]]</p>
<p>[[Decline the position and leave the office|LocalCafé]]</p><p>You decide to start your shift as a waitress. Jack has briefed you on your duties, and you spend the next few hours taking orders, serving drinks, and ensuring customers are satisfied. It’s a busy shift, but the work is manageable.</p>
<p>At the end of your shift, you receive your payment and feel a sense of accomplishment. The experience has been a good start, and you’re learning the ropes quickly.</p>
<<set $money += 30>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
[[Return to the café|LocalCafé]]After a moment of hesitation, I rose from the chair and closed the office door behind me. I then knelt down and crawled toward Jack’s desk, sitting obediently on my knees, waiting for his next command. Jack took a moment to savor the sight of me, a faint smile playing on his lips.
After a brief pause, he finally spoke, his voice steady and commanding:
<span class="others">"Zip it."</span>
He watched intently, his expression a mix of satisfaction and authority, as I followed his order, feeling the weight of his expectations pressing down on me.
<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img\events\outside\cafe\assistant\hiring/kneel.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
With trembling hands, I began to unzip Jack’s trousers, my nerves clearly visible as I followed his command. Jack watched me intently, a smirk on his face as I slowly pulled out his large black cock from his pants. With careful precision, I held it in my hand, feeling the weight of it.
Jack looked at me with a mocking gaze and said, <span class="others">"You’re doing a fine job so far, but don’t get too comfortable. I expect you to show proper respect."</span> His words were a sharp reminder of my position.
As I started to touch it slowly, Jack’s voice took on a more commanding tone: <span class="others">"Moisten it with your saliva. I want to see you do it properly."</span> I obeyed immediately, leaning forward to add a coating of wetness, feeling the humiliation of the task and the intensity of his gaze.
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Jack took obvious pleasure in watching me follow his commands. His expression was one of sadistic satisfaction as he observed every move I made.
<span class="others">"Open your mouth,"</span> he instructed, his voice dripping with disdain. With a firm yet controlled motion, he inserted two of his fingers inside.
<span class="others">"Suck on them,"</span> he commanded, his tone leaving no room for refusal. I complied without hesitation, focusing on his expression as he watched me with a cruel smile. I could feel his gaze penetrating, taking in the sight of my submission and obedience.
After withdrawing his fingers, Jack leaned closer, his voice laced with a mocking edge: <span class="others">"Good girl. Now it's time to try the cock. Show me how well you can handle it."</span> His words were a final, humiliating reminder of the extent of his control over me.
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I clumsily began to lick and suck the large black cock, my movements unsteady as I tried to follow Jack’s instructions. Jack’s hands gripped my head firmly, guiding me with an assertive touch to position myself just right.
<span class="others">"Look at you, struggling like a novice,"</span> he taunted, his voice dripping with contempt. <span class="others">"Is this the best you can do? I expect more from someone trying to prove their worth."</span>
As I took him in my mouth, I could feel his impatience and desire radiating from him. Jack’s words were relentless: <span class="others">"Faster. Show me you can handle it properly. I want to see you really put in the effort. You’re here to please me, after all."</span> His demands only intensified my focus, forcing me to concentrate on meeting his expectations despite the humiliation.
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Soon, Jack grew bored of my clumsy attempts. He stood up abruptly and began to push his cock deep into my throat, his movements rough and relentless.
<span class="others">"Useless,"</span> he sneered, his voice dripping with irritation. <span class="others">"You can’t even do something as simple as this properly. I expected better from you."</span>
As he thrust deeper, his frustration became more evident. <span class="others">"You’re nothing but a pathetic mess. Try to keep up, or I’ll lose my patience entirely."</span> Each thrust made it harder for me to breathe, but I forced myself to focus on following his commands, enduring the humiliation of his harsh words and relentless movements.
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After a moment, Jack pulled back and stopped his relentless thrusting. He looked at me with a commanding gaze and said, <span class="others">"You’re making a mess. Clean up your mess and lick my balls clean."</span>
I hesitated for a second, catching my breath before moving my head lower. Jack’s voice cut through the silence, filled with disdain: <span class="others">"Don’t just sit there like an idiot. Make sure you get every last bit. I want them spotless."</span>
With careful attention, I began to lick and clean his balls, trying to follow his instructions precisely. Jack’s gaze was intense, and his words were a constant reminder of my place: <span class="others">"You’re pathetic if you need to be told this. Put in some effort and show me you’re worth my time."</span> I could feel the weight of his gaze on me, amplifying the humiliation of the task.
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Jack settled into a more comfortable chair, clearly enjoying his newfound ease. Meanwhile, I continued to suck his cock and lick his balls, my focus solely on pleasing him.
As I worked, I could hear Jack’s derogatory comments about me, his voice filled with disdain. <span class="others">"Pathetic. Is this really all you’re good for? Just a desperate little thing, eager to please."</span>
He sneered, the condescension evident in every word. <span class="others">"You look so pathetic down there, like a worthless toy. I hope you know how low you’ve fallen."</span>
Despite the sting of his insults, I kept my movements steady and attentive, forcing myself to block out his harsh words. <span class="others">"At least you’re good for something, even if it’s just this. Don’t disappoint me."</span> His voice dripped with mockery, but I continued to perform the tasks he had given me, determined to meet his expectations no matter how demeaning.
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Then, Jack gave me a new command, telling me to thoroughly lick his ass clean while he jerked off.
<span class="others">"Get your filthy tongue down there and make it nice and wet,"</span> he ordered harshly. <span class="others">"I want to feel you licking every inch, you worthless slut."</span>
I hesitated for a moment, but the look in his eyes left no room for refusal. I moved down and started to clean him with my tongue, carefully working to get every spot as he continued to stroke his cock. The task was both degrading and obscene, but I knew better than to stop.
<span class="others">"That’s right, lick it like the dirty whore you are,"</span> Jack sneered, his voice filled with sick pleasure. <span class="others">"I knew you were nothing but a slut. Look at you, licking my ass like you were born for it."</span>
His words cut deep, each one a reminder of my debasement. But I continued, my tongue moving over his skin as he groaned above me, clearly getting off on the humiliation.
<span class="others">"You must love this, don’t you?"</span> he continued, his voice heavy with condescension. <span class="others">"Who knew you’d end up here, licking my asshole while I jerk off? What a pathetic little whore you are."</span>
I could feel the rhythm of his hand as he masturbated, each motion making my task even more urgent.
<span class="others">"Don’t miss a single spot, slut,"</span> he growled, his breathing getting heavier. <span class="others">"Maybe if you’re good enough, I’ll let you taste the load I’m about to shoot."</span>
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I diligently followed his command, making sure to clean every inch as Jack directed. His groans of pleasure were growing louder, a clear sign that he was nearing his climax.
<span class="others">"That’s it, keep licking, you filthy little bitch,"</span> he grunted, his voice thick with satisfaction. <span class="others">"You’re doing just what I want. Show me how much you can take."</span>
After a while, Jack let out a low groan, and I felt the warm sensation of his cum being poured all over my face and into my mouth. The warmth and thickness spread over my skin, and I tried to swallow as much as I could, feeling the mixture of his satisfaction and my own compliance.
<span class="others">"Look at you, covered in my cum,"</span> he said with a smirk. <span class="others">"What a pathetic sight. You’re nothing but a cum-drenched slut now."</span>
He continued to taunt me as I cleaned up the mess, his voice filled with cruel amusement. <span class="others">"Swallow it all, don’t waste a drop,"</span> he ordered. <span class="others">"You’ve earned it by being such a good, obedient whore. I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did."</span>
I did my best to comply, feeling the sting of humiliation as I finished the task, knowing that every drop was a reminder of my submission.
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After I wiped my face and composed myself, Jack looked at me with a sly grin. His gaze was both mocking and satisfied.
<span class="others">"Well, well, look at you,"</span> he said, his voice dripping with disdain. <span class="others">"The interview went exceptionally well, and I’m officially hiring you. I must say, you really proved your worth."</span>
He leaned back, clearly enjoying the moment. <span class="others">"But just to be clear,"</span> he continued with a smirk, <span class="others">"if you didn’t enjoy this particular interview—though I highly doubt that—you can always take a job as a waitress. I’m sure you’d do just fine serving drinks and flaunting that pathetic little ass."</span>
Jack’s grin widened as he added, <span class="others">"And let’s not forget how well you cleaned my ass,"</span> his tone dripping with mockery. <span class="others">"Licking it clean while I jerked off. That was truly impressive. It’s a rare talent to see someone so devoted to their role."</span>
He chuckled, clearly pleased with himself. <span class="others">"Remember, my office door will always be open for your sweet white ass,"</span> he teased. <span class="others">"Just in case you need another round of humiliating interviews or a chance to prove your worth in a more intimate setting."</span>
As I was about to leave, Jack reached into his desk and handed me $100 in tips for a job well done. His smirk suggested he was very satisfied with how everything had turned out.
<span class="others">"Consider this a reward for being such a good, obedient slut,"</span> he said with a sneer. <span class="others">"You really made this interview memorable." </span>
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[[Return to the Cafe|LocalCafé]]<img src="img/locations/outside/library/talk.jpg"/>
<p>You approach the librarian's desk, where the woman looks up from her work and offers you a polite smile.</p>
<p><span class="deborah">"How can I help you today?"</span> she asks, her tone professional yet warm. You glance at the name tag pinned to her blouse and see that her name is Deborah.</p>
<p>You exchange a few pleasantries with Deborah, then ask what you can do in the library. She nods thoughtfully before responding, <span class="deborah">"Well, you can obviously take any book you'd like and have a read."</span> She gestures to the rows of shelves surrounding you.</p>
<p><span class="deborah">"We also have a computer you can use to access the internet for $2 per session,"</span> she continues, her eyes twinkling slightly as she adds, <span class="deborah">"And if you're interested, we could use some help around here. The work isn't too hard,"</span> she chuckles softly, <span class="deborah">"just sorting books and keeping the records straight."</span></p>
<p><span class="deborah">"Oh, and if you need it, there's a restroom down the hall,"</span> she finishes, pointing in the direction of a small corridor.</p>
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<ul>
<li>[[Thank Deborah and return to the library|Library]]</li>
</ul><p>You approach the desk where the library’s computer is set up. The computer is an older model but functional, with a comfortable chair positioned in front of the screen. The soft hum of the machine adds to the quiet ambiance of the library.</p>
<p>As you sit down and start using the computer, you have several options:</p>
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<p>Each activity will consume some of your time.</p>
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<li>[[Return to the library|Library]]</li>
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<p>You follow the small corridor that Deborah pointed out earlier, passing by a few more shelves filled with books until you reach the restroom. The door is old but well-maintained, with a simple sign indicating it's the restroom.</p>
<p>You push the door open and step inside. The restroom is small but clean, with white tiled walls and a single sink beneath a round mirror. A faint scent of lavender lingers in the air, likely from an air freshener tucked away in the corner.</p>
<p>The soft hum of the overhead light adds to the quiet atmosphere. Everything looks tidy, with fresh paper towels and a small waste bin nearby. It's clear that the restroom is regularly maintained, adding to the overall coziness of the library.</p>
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<p>Feeling a strong sense of arousal, you consider taking advantage of the privacy. The restroom provides a secluded space where you could relieve some of the tension you've been feeling.</p>
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<ul>
<li>[[Wash your hands and return to the library|Library]]</li>
</ul><p>You take a moment to browse through the shelves, your fingers brushing over the spines of the books until one catches your eye. You carefully pull it out, intrigued by the title and cover.</p>
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[[Read "Quantum Mechanics: An Introduction"|Quantum Mechanics]]
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[[Read "The Power of Persuasion"|Persuasion]]
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[[Read "How to Win Friends and Influence People"|Win Friends]]
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[[Read "The Runner’s Guide to Peak Performance"|Runner’s Guide]]
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[[Read "Forbidden Pleasures: Exploring Hidden Desires"|Forbidden Pleasures]]
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[[Read "Erotic Tales: Sensual Stories and Fantasies"|Erotic Tales]]
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[[Read "The Art of Seduction: Secrets of Charm and Allure"|Art of Seduction]]
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[[Read "French Cooking: Mastering Classic Recipes"|French Cooking]]
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[[Change your mind and return to the library|Library]]<h2>Quantum Mechanics: An Introduction</h2>
<p>You settle into a comfortable chair in a quiet corner of the library and open the book titled <em>"Quantum Mechanics: An Introduction"</em>. The pages are filled with complex equations and intriguing theories about the fundamental principles of the universe. You can feel your mind engaging with the material as you dive deeper into the text.</p>
<p>As you read, you become absorbed in the fascinating concepts of quantum entanglement and wave-particle duality. The hours seem to slip away as you focus on understanding each chapter, and your concentration grows sharper with every page.</p>
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<p>Your understanding of quantum mechanics improves, and you feel your intellect expanding as you continue to read.</p>
<<else>>
<p>You have read this book enough times to fully grasp its content. Reading it again won't increase your intellect further, but you continue to enjoy the fascinating material.</p>
<</if>>
<ul>
<li>[[Stop reading and return to the library|Library]]</li>
</ul><h2>Critical Thinking: A Guide</h2>
<p>You find a quiet spot in the library and open the book titled <em>"The Art of Critical Thinking"</em>. The book explores various techniques and strategies to enhance reasoning and analytical skills. You start reading about logical fallacies, cognitive biases, and effective argumentation.</p>
<p>As you immerse yourself in the text, you find your mind sharpening and your ability to analyze complex ideas improving. The book provides numerous examples and exercises that challenge your thinking, and you begin to apply these techniques as you read.</p>
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<p>Your critical thinking skills are improving, and you feel more adept at analyzing arguments and solving problems.</p>
<<else>>
<p>You have read this book enough times to fully absorb its content. Further reading won't increase your intellect, but you continue to appreciate the valuable insights it offers.</p>
<</if>>
<ul>
<li>[[Stop reading and return to the library|Library]]</li>
</ul><h2>Ancient Civilizations: A Comprehensive Study</h2>
<p>You take a seat in a cozy corner of the library and open the book titled <em>"History of Ancient Civilizations"</em>. The pages are filled with detailed accounts of ancient societies, their cultures, achievements, and mysteries. As you delve into the book, you read about the wonders of ancient Egypt, the grandeur of the Roman Empire, and the innovations of ancient China.</p>
<p>Each chapter provides rich historical context and intriguing details that capture your imagination. You find yourself engrossed in the rise and fall of these civilizations and their contributions to the modern world. The more you read, the deeper your understanding of the complexities of human history becomes.</p>
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<p>Your knowledge of ancient civilizations grows, and you feel your intellect expanding as you learn more about these fascinating cultures.</p>
<<else>>
<p>You have explored the depths of this book enough times. While further readings won't increase your intellect, you still find joy in the rich history it contains.</p>
<</if>>
<ul>
<li>[[Stop reading and return to the library|Library]]</li>
</ul><h2>Persuasion: Techniques and Strategies</h2>
<p>You settle into a comfortable chair in the library and open the book titled <em>"The Power of Persuasion"</em>. The book delves into the art of persuasion, exploring methods to influence others and improve communication skills. As you read, you learn about various persuasive techniques, including building rapport, using emotional appeals, and crafting compelling arguments.</p>
<p>Each chapter offers practical advice and real-life examples, making the content engaging and actionable. You find yourself captivated by the strategies and start to see how they can be applied in your own interactions. The more you read, the more confident you feel in your ability to persuade and influence those around you.</p>
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<<set $persuasionRead = $persuasionRead + 1>>
<p>Your charisma grows as you absorb the techniques and strategies detailed in the book. You feel more adept at persuading and influencing others.</p>
<<else>>
<p>You have thoroughly studied the principles of persuasion. Further readings won't increase your charisma, but you continue to appreciate the valuable insights it provides.</p>
<</if>>
<ul>
<li>[[Stop reading and return to the library|Library]]</li>
</ul><h2>Win Friends: Building Strong Relationships</h2>
<p>You find a quiet nook in the library and open the book titled <em>"How to Win Friends and Influence People"</em>. The book offers insights into forming and maintaining friendships, emphasizing the importance of empathy, active listening, and genuine interest in others.</p>
<p>As you delve into the book, you read about various techniques for making friends, including how to start conversations, remember details about others, and show appreciation. The book is filled with practical advice and anecdotes that make the content relatable and easy to understand. You feel inspired by the ideas presented and start thinking about how you can apply them in your own social interactions.</p>
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<<set $winFriendsRead = $winFriendsRead + 1>>
<p>Your charisma grows as you learn and reflect on the strategies for building strong relationships. You feel more confident in your ability to connect with others.</p>
<<else>>
<p>You have absorbed the key concepts from the book on winning friends. While further readings won't increase your charisma, you still value the knowledge gained.</p>
<</if>>
<ul>
<li>[[Stop reading and return to the library|Library]]</li>
</ul><h2>Runner’s Guide: Training and Techniques</h2>
<p>You sit comfortably in the library and open the book titled <em>"The Runner’s Guide to Peak Performance"</em>. This guide is a comprehensive resource on running, offering tips on improving stamina, proper techniques, and training plans for various distances.</p>
<p>As you read, you discover detailed advice on building endurance, enhancing speed, and avoiding common injuries. The book includes practical exercises, warm-up routines, and nutrition tips specifically designed for runners. You find the information both educational and motivating, and you begin to consider how you might incorporate some of these techniques into your own running routine.</p>
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<<set $runnersGuideRead = $runnersGuideRead + 1>>
<p>Your fitness level improves as you apply the running techniques and training advice from the book. You feel more prepared to enhance your running performance.</p>
<<else>>
<p>You have absorbed the key strategies and techniques from the book. While further readings won't increase your fitness, you continue to appreciate the valuable insights it offers.</p>
<</if>>
<ul>
<li>[[Stop reading and return to the library|Library]]</li>
</ul><h2>Forbidden Pleasures: Exploring Hidden Desires</h2>
<p>You settle into a quiet corner of the library and open the book titled <em>"Forbidden Pleasures: Exploring Hidden Desires"</em>. This book delves into the world of human desires and fantasies, offering a provocative exploration of topics that are often considered taboo.</p>
<p>As you read, the book presents various perspectives on the nature of desire, pleasure, and the boundaries of human experience. It includes detailed discussions on psychological and emotional aspects, along with real-life anecdotes and theoretical insights. The content is both intriguing and thought-provoking, pulling you deeper into its exploration of forbidden subjects.</p>
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<p>Your corruption increases as you engage with the provocative content of the book. The more you read, the more you are drawn into its exploration of hidden desires and forbidden pleasures.</p>
<<else>>
<p>You have explored the key themes of the book. While further readings won't increase your corruption, you continue to be intrigued by its provocative content.</p>
<</if>>
<ul>
<li>[[Stop reading and return to the library|Library]]</li>
</ul><h2>Erotic Tales: Sensual Stories and Fantasies</h2>
<p>You pick up the book titled <em>"Erotic Tales: Sensual Stories and Fantasies"</em>. This collection of sensual stories is designed to evoke emotions and stimulate the imagination. Each tale is crafted to immerse you in passionate scenarios and vivid descriptions.</p>
<p>As you read, you find yourself engrossed in the steamy narratives. The stories are provocative and arousing, stirring your emotions and thoughts. The book’s explicit content and alluring prose make it a compelling read, heightening your senses as you progress through the chapters.</p>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<<set $arousal = $arousal + 10>>
<<set $arousal to Math.min($arousal, 100)>>
<p>Your arousal intensifies with each page as you immerse yourself in the sensual stories and fantasies described in the book. The vivid and erotic details keep you captivated and stimulated.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Stop reading and return to the library|Library]]</li>
</ul><h2>The Art of Seduction: Secrets of Charm and Allure</h2>
<p>You settle down with the book titled <em>"The Art of Seduction: Secrets of Charm and Allure"</em>. The book offers an intriguing exploration of seduction techniques, charm, and interpersonal allure. It’s filled with psychological insights and practical tips to enhance your charisma and seductive power.</p>
<p>As you read through the chapters, you encounter detailed strategies for captivating conversations, body language tips, and ways to leave a lasting impression. The book is both captivating and provocative, making it hard to put down. Each page reveals new aspects of charm and seduction, making you more engaged and intrigued.</p>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<<set $arousal = $arousal + 10>>
<<set $arousal to Math.min($arousal, 100)>>
<p>Your arousal increases as you delve deeper into the seductive techniques described in the book. The vivid descriptions and psychological strategies stimulate your imagination and feelings.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Stop reading and return to the library|Library]]</li>
</ul><h2>French Cooking: Mastering Classic Recipes</h2>
<p>You find a cozy spot in the library and open the book titled <em>"French Cooking: Mastering Classic Recipes"</em>. The book is a comprehensive guide to traditional French cuisine, offering a wealth of recipes, techniques, and tips for cooking like a professional.</p>
<p>The book starts with basic techniques, such as preparing stocks and sauces, and progresses to more complex dishes like coq au vin and bouillabaisse. Each recipe is meticulously detailed, with step-by-step instructions and beautiful photographs that illustrate the process. You find yourself engrossed in the rich, flavorful world of French cooking, imagining the aromas and tastes as you read.</p>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<<if $frenchCookingRead < 5>>
<<set $cooking = $cooking + 1>>
<<set $frenchCookingRead = $frenchCookingRead + 1>>
<p>Your cooking skills improve as you delve into the techniques and recipes detailed in the book. Each reading session brings new insights and ideas for enhancing your culinary abilities.</p>
<<else>>
<p>You have thoroughly explored the book's content. While further readings won't increase your cooking skills, you feel more confident in your ability to prepare classic French dishes.</p>
<</if>>
<ul>
<li>[[Stop reading and return to the library|Library]]</li>
</ul><h2>Character Stats</h2>
<div style="text-align: left; margin-left: 2.5em;">
<p><span style="color: #1e90ff;">INTELLECT: <<print $intellect>></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff6347;">CHARISMA: <<print $charisma>></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #32cd32;">FITNESS: <<print $fitness>></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #9400d3;">CORRUPTION: <<print $corruption>></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ffb6c1;">AROUSAL: <<print $arousal>></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff8c00;">COOKING SKILLS: <<print $cooking>></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b0000;">DRUNKENNESS: <<print $drunkenness>></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #4682b4;">TECH SAVVY: <<print $techSavvy>></span></p>
</div>
<<link "Return">><<run Engine.backward()>><<set $menu to false>><</link>><p>You lock the door behind you, feeling a mix of excitement and relief as the click echoes softly in the small space. The restroom's privacy offers a sense of sanctuary from the outside world. You let yourself indulge in your desires, your hands exploring with a sense of urgency and anticipation. The dim light casts soft shadows on the walls, creating a secluded ambiance that adds to the experience.</p>
<p>Your breaths come in quick, shallow bursts as you continue, each movement bringing a wave of pleasure. The sound of your own breathing and the faint hum of the overhead light are the only distractions in this intimate moment. The act gradually builds to a crescendo, delivering a profound sense of release and satisfaction. You savor every sensation, taking your time to fully enjoy the experience.</p>
<<set $arousal = 0>>
<<set $corruption += 1>>
<p>After reaching the peak of your pleasure, you feel a deep sense of calm and relaxation wash over you. The tension that had been building up dissipates, leaving you with a soothing afterglow. You take a moment to clean up, ensuring you leave the space as you found it. Feeling more at ease, you prepare to return to the library, ready to continue your day with a renewed sense of composure.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Return to the library|Library]]</li>
</ul><p>You decide to watch some funny videos to lighten your mood. The computer screen fills with a variety of humorous clips ranging from hilarious fails to cute animal antics. You find yourself laughing out loud as you watch the antics unfold.</p>
<p>The time flies by as you get engrossed in the videos. Each clip seems to be funnier than the last, and you can’t help but feel more relaxed and entertained.</p>
<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img/events/outside/library/computer/funny/video1.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img/events/outside/library/computer/funny/video2.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img/events/outside/library/computer/funny/video3.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<<set $money -= 2>>
<p>After a while, you feel a bit more relaxed and decide to wrap up your session.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Return to the library|Library]]</li>
</ul><p>You decide to catch up with your friends on social media. The computer screen lights up with your social media feed, showing posts, photos, and updates from your friends and acquaintances.</p>
<p>You scroll through your feed, liking posts and leaving comments. You come across a few amusing updates and interesting discussions that draw you in. Your friends share stories about their day, some funny memes, and even some exciting news. You feel a sense of connection and enjoyment as you engage with their posts.</p>
<p>After a while, you message a few friends directly. You have casual conversations about recent events, upcoming plans, and share a few laughs. The interaction helps you feel more connected to your social circle and brings a smile to your face.</p>
<p>The time slips away as you become more engrossed in your online interactions. You realize you've spent quite a bit of time chatting and decide it's time to move on.</p>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<<set $money -= 2>>
<p>Feeling a bit more socially fulfilled, you decide to wrap up your session and return to the library.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Return to the library|Library]]</li>
</ul><p>You decide to watch some cooking tutorials to improve your culinary skills. The computer screen fills with a variety of instructional videos on different recipes and cooking techniques. You see chefs demonstrating everything from basic skills to advanced techniques.</p>
<p>You start with a video on how to make the perfect French omelette. The chef explains each step in detail, showing you how to achieve the ideal texture and flavor. You find the video both educational and inspiring, and you take mental notes on the techniques demonstrated.</p>
<p>As you continue watching, you move on to other videos covering a range of dishes, from classic pasta recipes to innovative dessert ideas. Each video adds to your knowledge and confidence in the kitchen, making you excited to try out new recipes.</p>
<p>The time passes quickly as you get absorbed in the tutorials. You feel a growing enthusiasm for cooking and a desire to experiment with new recipes.</p>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<<set $money -= 2>>
<<if $cookingVideoWatched < 5>>
<<set $cooking = $cooking + 1>>
<<set $cookingVideoWatched = $cookingVideoWatched + 1>>
<</if>>
<p>Feeling motivated and inspired, you decide it's time to end your session and head back to the library.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Return to the library|Library]]</li>
</ul><p>You carefully scan the library to ensure that no one will see what you’re about to do. The last thing you want is to be caught in a compromising situation. Once you’re confident of your privacy, you settle into a secluded corner of the library and begin navigating to the adult content section on the computer.</p>
<p>As the screen loads, you’re greeted by a selection of tantalizing videos and images, each designed to allure and excite. You select a video and hit play, the screen quickly filling with intimate scenes that capture your attention.</p>
<p>The video starts with slow, sensual movements, and you find yourself mesmerized by the vivid, provocative imagery. Your gaze follows every motion, your breathing growing heavier with each new scene. The combination of visuals and sounds creates an immersive experience that heightens your arousal.</p>
<p>You watch as the performers engage in increasingly explicit activities, their pleasure palpable and contagious. The intensity of the scenes builds, and you can feel your own excitement growing with every passing moment. Your senses are completely absorbed, and you let yourself be carried away by the waves of stimulation.</p>
<<set $arousal = $arousal + 15>>
<<set $arousal to Math.min($arousal, 100)>>
<<set $money -= 2>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<<if $arousal > 50>>
<p>As your arousal reaches new heights, you feel a strong urge to relieve your growing tension. You consider taking this opportunity to indulge further.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Masturbate at the computer|MasturbationLibrary]]</li>
<li>[[Go to the library restroom to masturbate|LibraryRestroom]]</li>
</ul>
<</if>>
<p>After a while, you finally decide to end the session. You take a deep breath, feeling a mix of satisfaction and relief. With your arousal settled, you close the browser and prepare to return to the library, feeling both relaxed and rejuvenated.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Return to the library|Library]]</li>
</ul><p>I started browsing the job listing website, and while many of the positions were out of my reach due to age, experience, or skills, I found a few options that might work for me:</p>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<<set $money -= 2>>
<ul>
<li>Job as a leaflet distributor in the park. For details, visit the Hot Dog Cafe. [[Go to the park|Park]]</li>
<li>Job as a waitress at Bean & Blossom Cafe. For details, contact the manager. [[Go to the café|LocalCafé]]</li>
<li>Job as a bar assistant at The Rusty Anchor. For details, talk to Robert, the bartender. [[Go to the bar|Bar]]</li>
</ul>
<p>After considering these options, you decide to either apply for one of these jobs or explore other possibilities.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Stop job searching and return to the library|Library]]</li>
</ul><p>You feel your arousal peaking as you sit alone in the quiet library. With no one around to see, you decide to indulge in the moment. You begin to pleasure yourself, guided by the vivid imagery and sensations that have built up.</p>
<p>Your fingers move in sync with the lingering arousal from the video, each touch sending waves of pleasure through your body. The act is slow and deliberate, allowing you to fully savor the moment. You close your eyes and focus on the sensations, letting the excitement and stimulation envelop you.</p>
<p>The release is intense and gratifying, leaving you feeling both satisfied and deeply relaxed. You take your time to finish, savoring the afterglow of your self-indulgence.</p>
<<set $arousal = 0>>
<<set $corruption += 1>>
<p>After finishing, you clean up and prepare to return to the library, feeling a renewed sense of calm and contentment.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Return to the library|Library]]</li>
</ul><img src="img/locations/home/living_room.jpg"/>
You're in the living room. It's a comfortable space where you can unwind, make a call, or get some work done.
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Use the Phone|Phone]]
[[Sit at the Desk|Desk]]
[[Sit on the Sofa|Sofa]]
[[Exercise at home|HomeWorkout]]
[[Return to the Entrance Hall|home]]
</span>
</span><img src="img/locations/home/bedroom.jpg"/>
You're in your bedroom. The room feels cozy and inviting, perfect for relaxing after a long day.
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Go to bed|Bed]]
[[Go to the Balcony|Balcony]]
<<if $inventory.includes("Home Computer")>> [[Use the Computer|Computer]] <</if>>
[[Return to the Entrance Hall|home]]
</span>
</span><<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">>>
<p>It's too late to be messing around in the kitchen. You should head back to the bedroom and get some rest.</p>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Return to the Bedroom|Bedroom]]
</span>
</span>
<<else>>
<<if $dayNumber >= 20>>
<<if !$sinkFixed>>
<<set $callPlumber = true>>
<img src="img/locations/home/kitchen_broken.jpg"/>
As you step into the kitchen, your eyes immediately fall on the puddle of water spreading across the floor. The steady drip-drip-drip from the sink catches your attention, and you realize that something is seriously wrong. The faucet is leaking, and water is pooling underneath the cabinets, threatening to cause more damage. The smell of damp wood and the sight of warped cabinet doors make it clear that this is not a simple fix. You try turning the faucet handles, but the water continues to flow, defying your efforts. Frustration builds as you step cautiously, your bare feet splashing in the cold, standing water. Until you get a plumber to repair the leak, the kitchen is off-limits for cooking or any other activities.
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Return to the Entrance Hall|home]]
</span>
</span>
<<else>>
<img src="img/locations/home/kitchen.jpg"/>
You're in the kitchen. The aroma of past meals lingers in the air, and it's the perfect place to grab a snack or prepare something to eat.
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Prepare a meal|PrepareMeal]]
[[Return to the Entrance Hall|home]]
</span>
</span>
<</if>>
<<else>>
<img src="img/locations/home/kitchen.jpg"/>
You're in the kitchen. The aroma of past meals lingers in the air, and it's the perfect place to grab a snack or prepare something to eat.
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Prepare a meal|PrepareMeal]]
[[Return to the Entrance Hall|home]]
</span>
</span>
<</if>>
<</if>><<if $inventory.includes("Junk Food") || $inventory.includes("Regular Meal") || $inventory.includes("Gourmet Dish")>>
<img src="img/locations/home/kitchen_cook.jpg"/>
<<if $inventory.includes("Junk Food")>>
* I could quickly heat up some Junk Food. It's not the healthiest option, but it'll do the job.
[[Prepare Junk Food|CookJunkFood]]
<</if>>
<<if $inventory.includes("Regular Meal")>>
* There's also the option of making a Regular Meal. It's a bit more balanced and will definitely fill me up.
[[Prepare Regular Meal|CookRegularMeal]]
<</if>>
<<if $inventory.includes("Gourmet Dish")>>
* I could take the time to prepare a Gourmet Dish. It's a luxurious treat, and I know it'll be worth the effort.
[[Prepare Gourmet Dish|CookGourmetDish]]
<</if>>
<<else>>
<img src="img/locations/home/kitchen_nofood.jpg"/>
I open the cupboards and the fridge, but there's nothing here that I can use to make a meal. It looks like I need to head to the store to buy some food.
<</if>>
[[Return to the Entrance Hall|home]]<<if $money >= 3>>
<<set $money -= 3>>
<<if $inventory.includes("Junk Food") is false>>
<<set $inventory.push("Junk Food")>>
<<set $junkFood = 1>>
<<else>>
<<set $junkFood += 1>>
<</if>>
You buy some Junk Food and add it to your inventory. You now have <<print $junkFood>> Junk Food.
<<else>>
You don't have enough money to buy Junk Food.
<</if>>
[[Go back to the store|BrowseStore]]<<if $money >= 12>>
<<set $money -= 12>>
<<if $inventory.includes("Regular Meal") is false>>
<<set $inventory.push("Regular Meal")>>
<<set $regularMeal = 1>>
<<else>>
<<set $regularMeal += 1>>
<</if>>
You buy a Regular Meal and add it to your inventory. You now have <<print $regularMeal>> Regular Meals.
<<else>>
You don't have enough money to buy a Regular Meal.
<</if>>
[[Go back to the store|BrowseStore]]<img src="img/locations/home/kitchen_cook.jpg"/>
I take out the Junk Food from my inventory and start preparing it. It doesn't require much effort—just a bit of heating up. I toss it into the microwave, and within minutes, the familiar, slightly greasy smell fills the kitchen.
<<if $junkFood > 0>>
<<set $junkFood -= 1>>
<<set $cooking += 1>>
I take a seat at the kitchen table with my meal in front of me. It's time to see how it turned out.
<<if $cooking <= 10>>
I take a bite, and immediately, I regret it. It's absolutely terrible—overcooked, dry, and lacking any real flavor. I guess my cooking skills still need a lot of work.
<<elseif $cooking <= 20>>
I take a bite, and it's... okay. Not great, but not awful either. It's edible, and that's good enough for now.
<<elseif $cooking <= 40>>
I take a bite, and I'm pleasantly surprised. It's actually pretty good! The seasoning is just right, and the texture isn't bad either. Not bad for something so quick and easy.
<<else>>
I take a bite, and wow—it's incredible! I never thought Junk Food could taste this good. It's perfectly cooked, and the flavors are amazing. I'm genuinely impressed with myself for turning such a cheap meal into something so delicious.
<</if>>
<<if $junkFood <= 0>>
<<set $inventory = $inventory.filter(item => item !== "Junk Food")>>
<</if>>
<<else>>
I open the cupboards and the fridge, but I realize I don't have any Junk Food left to cook. It looks like I need to head to the store to buy more.
<</if>>
[[Return to the Kitchen|Kitchen]]<img src="img/locations/home/kitchen_cook.jpg"/>
I take out the Regular Meal from my inventory and start preparing it. It involves a bit more effort than just heating up, so I follow the recipe carefully, making sure to mix the ingredients just right and cook them thoroughly.
<<if $regularMeal > 0>>
<<set $regularMeal -= 1>>
<<set $cooking += 1>>
I sit down at the kitchen table with my meal ready. The anticipation builds as I take my first bite.
<<if $cooking <= 10>>
I take a bite and immediately wish I hadn't. The flavors clash and it's overcooked. It’s clear that I still have a lot to learn about cooking.
<<elseif $cooking <= 20>>
The first bite is... okay. It's not the best, but it's definitely edible. It’s a simple meal that does the job, though it could use some improvement.
<<elseif $cooking <= 40>>
I take a bite and am pleasantly surprised. The meal turned out quite well! The ingredients are well-balanced, and the flavors complement each other nicely. I’m happy with how it turned out.
<<else>>
The first bite is amazing! I can’t believe how delicious this Regular Meal is. It’s perfectly cooked with rich flavors that exceed my expectations. I’m truly impressed with my own cooking skills.
<</if>>
<<if $regularMeal <= 0>>
<<set $inventory = $inventory.filter(item => item !== "Regular Meal")>>
<</if>>
<<else>>
I look through the kitchen, but realize I have no Regular Meals left to cook. I’ll need to go to the store to stock up.
<</if>>
[[Return to the Kitchen|home]]<img src="img/locations/home/kitchen_cook.jpg"/>
I take out the Gourmet Dish from my inventory and begin preparing it. This meal requires careful attention to detail and a bit more skill. I follow the recipe meticulously, ensuring that every step is executed perfectly to achieve the best result.
<<if $gourmetDish > 0>>
<<set $gourmetDish -= 1>>
<<set $cooking += 2>>
I set the table and sit down with the meal in front of me. The moment of truth arrives as I take my first bite.
<<if $cooking <= 10>>
The first bite is a disappointment. The flavors don’t come together, and the dish is poorly cooked. It’s clear that there’s still much to learn about gourmet cooking.
<<elseif $cooking <= 20>>
The dish tastes decent. It's edible and has some good elements, but it’s not quite at the level I was hoping for. It’s a good effort, but there’s room for improvement.
<<elseif $cooking <= 40>>
I take a bite and am impressed. The Gourmet Dish has turned out well! The flavors are rich and well-balanced, and the presentation is nice. I’m pleased with how it turned out.
<<else>>
I take a bite and am blown away. This Gourmet Dish is extraordinary! The flavors are perfectly layered, and the texture is just right. I can hardly believe how well it turned out. I’m truly amazed at how such a sophisticated dish came together so beautifully.
<</if>>
<<if $gourmetDish <= 0>>
<<set $inventory = $inventory.filter(item => item !== "Gourmet Dish")>>
<</if>>
<<else>>
I search the kitchen but realize I have no Gourmet Dishes left to cook. Looks like I'll need to visit the store to replenish my supply.
<</if>>
[[Return to the Kitchen|home]]<img src="img/locations/home/sofa.jpg"/>
You sit down on the sofa, feeling its softness embrace you. From here, you can relax and enjoy your time.
<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Sleep on the Sofa|SleepOnSofa]]
[[Get Up from the Sofa|Living Room]]
</span>
</span>
<<else>>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Watch TV|OldTV]]
[[Get Up from the Sofa|Living Room]]
</span>
</span>
<</if>><img src="img/events/home/bed/wakeup.gif"/>
You go to sleep on the sofa and wake up the next morning feeling refreshed, though you feel a bit sore and uncomfortable from the makeshift bed. The day is now:
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<<set $currentTime = 0>>
<<set $drunkenness = 0>>
<<print setup.datePart[$currentDay]>>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Get up from the sofa|Living Room]]
</span>
</span>
<<set $dayNumber += 1>><video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img\events\home\workout/naked_stretching.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
You take a deep breath and start your naked stretching routine. As you stretch, you can feel the cool air against your bare skin. The exercises allow you to fully engage your muscles, and you enjoy the sensation of freedom and flexibility.
<<if $nakedStretchingCount < 5>>
<<set $fitness = $fitness + 1>>
<<set $nakedStretchingCount = $nakedStretchingCount + 1>>
<</if>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<<set $arousal += 10>>
<<set $arousal to Math.min($arousal, 100)>>
You complete your routine feeling invigorated and more flexible.
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Finish workout|HomeWorkout]]
</span>
</span><img src="img/events/home/tv/tv_cooking_show.gif"/>
You settle into the couch, the remote in hand, and flip to the cooking channel. The screen brightens up with the inviting aroma of culinary creations. The host, a skilled chef, appears on screen, demonstrating various techniques with enthusiasm and flair.
You watch as the chef prepares a delicious dish, explaining each step in detail. The kitchen is filled with vibrant colors and mouth-watering ingredients. The camera focuses on the sizzling pan, the mixing bowl, and the final plated meal. You can almost smell the tantalizing aromas wafting from the screen.
As the show progresses, you pick up a few new cooking tips and feel inspired to try them yourself. The program concludes with a finished dish that looks as delectable as it sounds, leaving you feeling motivated to experiment in your own kitchen.
<<if $cookingShowUsage < 5>>
<<set $cooking = $cooking + 1>>
<<set $cookingShowUsage = $cookingShowUsage + 1>>
<</if>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Turn off the TV and go back|Living Room]]
</span>
<span class="column">
[[Switch to another channel|OldTV]]
</span>
</span><img src="img/locations/outside/gym/tyra_talk.jpg"/>
<span class="tyra">"Hey there! How's your workout going so far? Are you finding everything okay?"</span>
<p>Tyra looks at you with a friendly smile, clearly interested in helping you get the most out of your gym experience.</p>
<span class="tyra">"Do you have any specific fitness goals or needs? I can suggest some classes or exercises that might be just what you're looking for. If you have any questions about the gym or our facilities, don't hesitate to ask!"</span>
<p>You discuss your fitness goals with Tyra and get some useful advice and recommendations. She provides information on various classes and personal training options available at the gym.</p>
<span class="tyra">"Remember, we're here to help you achieve your fitness goals. If you need anything else, just let me know!"</span>
<<set $tyra_relationship = $tyra_relationship + 1>>
<<set $talkedToTyra = true>>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Thank Tyra and go back to your workout|GymWorkout]]
</span>
<span class="column">
[[Return to the gym entrance|Gym]]
</span>
</span><img src="img/locations/outside/gym/tyra_talk_again.jpg"/>
<span class="tyra">"Hey there! Back for more? How can I help you today?"</span>
<p>Tyra greets you with a warm smile. The conversation feels more casual and relaxed compared to your first chat.</p>
<span class="tyra">"If you need any more advice or have questions about specific workouts or classes, feel free to ask. Otherwise, enjoy your time at the gym!"</span>
<p>Tyra seems genuinely interested in helping you make the most out of your gym experience. You chat briefly about your workout plans and any questions you might have.</p>
<span class="tyra">"Remember, we're here to support your fitness journey. If you think of anything else, just let me know!"</span>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Thank Tyra and get back to your workout|GymWorkout]]
</span>
<span class="column">
[[Return to the gym entrance|Gym]]
</span>
</span><img src="img\locations\outside\bar/talk.jpg"/>
<<if !$talkedToBartender>>
<p>You slide onto one of the worn barstools, and the grizzled bartender, a man in his late 40s with salt-and-pepper hair, gives you a nod as he wipes down a glass with a rag that’s seen better days.</p>
<p>"Evening," he says, his voice rough like gravel. "Name’s Robert. Don’t think I’ve seen your pretty face around here before. Or that pretty little ass, for that matter. You new in town, or just this part of it?"</p>
<p>You introduce yourself, and Robert gives a small chuckle, setting the glass down and moving to pour a drink for another patron.</p>
<p>"Well, welcome to The Rusty Anchor. Feel free to stick around if you want to chat or need something to drink."</p>
<<set $talkedToBartender = true>>
<</if>>
<<if $talkedToBartender>>
<p>You greet Robert as you approach the bar again. He gives you a nod, recognizing you from before.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Order a drink|OrderDrink]]</li>
<li>[[Chat with Robert|TalkToRobert]]</li>
<li>[[Leave the barstool|Bar]]</li>
</ul>
<</if>><img src="img\locations\outside\club/club_wrestroom.jpg"/>
<<if $drunkenness >= 100>>
<p>You push open the door to the women's restroom, swaying slightly as you enter. The flickering fluorescent light barely illuminates the grimy tiles and stained walls. The floor is wet, and the unpleasant odor of old disinfectant mixed with something unidentifiable fills the air. You can barely keep your balance as you stagger through the unpleasant environment.</p>
<p>A few women inside glance at you with a mix of surprise and disdain. One of them mutters something derogatory as you pass by. Ignoring the comments and the discomfort, you make your way to one of the stalls, managing to slip inside despite the haze of your drunken state.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Enter a stall|BarWomensStall]]</li>
<li>[[Leave the restroom|Bar]]</li>
</ul>
<</if>>
<<if $drunkenness < 100>>
<p>You push open the door to the women's restroom, and the sight that greets you is far from pleasant. The flickering fluorescent light barely illuminates the grimy tiles and stained walls. The floor is wet, but you're not sure whether it's from a recent cleaning or something else entirely. The stench of old disinfectant mixed with something unidentifiable hangs in the air.</p>
<p>This is definitely not the cleanest or nicest restroom you've ever been in. You can either grit your teeth and use one of the stalls, or leave as quickly as possible.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Enter a stall|BarWomensStall]]</li>
<li>[[Leave the restroom|Bar]]</li>
</ul>
<</if>><img src="img\locations\outside\club/club_mrestroom.jpg"/>
<<if $drunkenness >= 100>>
<p>You push open the door to the men's restroom, swaying slightly as you enter. A middle-aged man, clearly drunk, is standing at the urinal. He whistles as he notices you and calls out, "Hey there, sweetie, I think you might be in the wrong restroom." You barely register his words, stumbling past him with a dazed look.</p>
<p>As you navigate through the restroom, a few other men glance at you with surprise. One of them reaches out and gives you a playful slap on the rear. Ignoring the commotion and the comments, you continue your way to one of the stalls, managing to slip inside a stall in the men's restroom.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Enter the stall|BarMensStall]]</li>
<li>[[Leave the restroom|Bar]]</li>
</ul>
<</if>>
<<if $drunkenness < 100>>
<p>You push open the door to the men's restroom, and immediately regret your decision. A tall, burly man, clearly drunk and towering over 2 meters, is swaying unsteadily as he relieves himself at the urinal. He doesn't seem to notice you, but you quickly realize you've made a mistake.</p>
<p>"Oops, wrong restroom," you mutter under your breath, hoping to slip out unnoticed.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Leave the restroom|Bar]]</li>
</ul>
<</if>>You find yourself in a cramped, dirty stall in the women's restroom. The walls are stained, and the floor is slick with an unknown substance. The flickering fluorescent light barely illuminates the grimy surroundings, and the air is filled with the mingling stench of old disinfectant and something else unpleasant. You sit on the filthy toilet seat, trying to ignore the squalid conditions.
Outside the stall, the faint sounds of conversation and the occasional burst of laughter from the bar drift in. The voices are not clear, but you can sense a general atmosphere of casual disregard for the restroom's state.
<<if $arousal > 50>>
<p>As you sit there, you feel a strong urge building up. You realize you could take care of yourself right here in the stall, despite the filthy conditions.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Use the toilet|PeeBarWomensStall]]</li>
<li>[[Throw up|VomitBarWomensStall]]</li>
<li>[[Masturbate|MasturbateBarWomensStall]]</li>
<li>[[Leave the restroom|Bar]]</li>
</ul>
<</if>>
<<if $arousal <= 50>>
<ul>
<li>[[Use the toilet|PeeBarWomensStall]]</li>
<li>[[Throw up|VomitBarWomensStall]]</li>
<li>[[Leave the restroom|Bar]]</li>
</ul>
<</if>><p>You take a moment to study the menu at The Rusty Anchor, considering the options before making your choice.</p>
<div style="display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: space-around; gap: 10px;">
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img\locations\outside\bar\menu\light_beer.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Order a Light Beer ($3.00)|OrderLightBeer]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img\locations\outside\bar\menu\cider.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Order a Cider ($4.00)|OrderCider]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img\locations\outside\bar\menu\wine.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Order a Wine ($5.00)|OrderWine]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img\locations\outside\bar\menu\gin_tonic.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Order a Gin & Tonic ($6.00)|OrderGinTonic]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img\locations\outside\bar\menu\mojito.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Order a Mojito ($6.00)|OrderMojito]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img\locations\outside\bar\menu\whiskey_sour.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Order a Whiskey Sour ($7.00)|OrderWhiskeySour]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img\locations\outside\bar\menu\rum_punch.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Order a Rum Punch ($8.00)|OrderRumPunch]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img\locations\outside\bar\menu\tequila_shot.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Order a Tequila Shot ($8.00)|OrderTequilaShot]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img\locations\outside\bar\menu\long_island_iced_tea.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Order a Long Island Iced Tea ($9.00)|OrderLongIslandIcedTea]]
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img\locations\outside\bar\menu\absinthe.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
[[Order an Absinthe ($10.00)|OrderAbsinthe]]
</div>
</div>
[[Change your mind and return to the bar|Bar]]<img src="img\locations\outside\bar/talk.jpg"/>
<p>You approach the bar and Robert looks up from his work, recognizing you from your previous visit.</p>
<p>"Hey there again," he says with a nod. "Decided to come back and chat? Or maybe you're looking to make some extra cash?"</p>
<p>You can respond to Robert's offer:</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Agree to take a shift at the bar|AcceptBarJob]]</li>
<li>[[Say you'll think about it and return to the bar|Bar]]</li>
</ul><img src="img\locations\outside\bar/drink.jpg"/>
<p>You decide on a Light Beer and place your order at the bar. Robert gives you a nod and reaches for a chilled bottle, expertly popping the cap off with a swift motion. The sound of the beer pouring into the glass is almost drowned out by the lively chatter and clinking of glasses around you.</p>
<p>You take your drink and find a spot at the bar, surrounded by the hum of conversation and the occasional burst of laughter. The beer is crisp and refreshing, with just the right amount of bitterness. As you take another sip, you feel the cool liquid slide down your throat, easing the tension of the day.</p>
<<set $money -= 3>>
<<set $drunkenness += 10>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<p>[[Finish your drink and return to the bar|Bar]]</p><img src="img\locations\outside\bar/drink.jpg"/>
<p>You decide on a Cider and place your order at the bar. Robert grabs a bottle from the cooler, the condensation dripping as he sets it on the counter. With a quick twist, he uncaps it and pours the golden liquid into a glass, the faint aroma of apples wafting up as it fizzes softly.</p>
<p>You take your cider and find a cozy spot at the bar. The chatter around you blends with the background music, creating a comfortable, laid-back atmosphere. The first sip is crisp and slightly sweet, the tangy apple flavor lingering on your tongue. It’s refreshing and light, perfect for unwinding after a long day.</p>
<<set $money -= 4>>
<<set $drunkenness += 10>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<p>[[Finish your drink and return to the bar|Bar]]</p><img src="img\locations\outside\bar/drink.jpg"/>
You decide on a glass of wine and place your order at the bar. Robert gives you a nod and reaches for a chilled bottle, expertly popping the cork off with a swift motion. The sound of the wine pouring into the glass is almost drowned out by the lively chatter and clinking of glasses around you.
You take your drink and find a spot at the bar, surrounded by the hum of conversation and occasional bursts of laughter. The wine is smooth and aromatic, with subtle hints of fruit and spice that warm you pleasantly. As you take another sip, you feel the cool liquid ease the tension of the day.
<<set $money -= 5>>
<<set $drunkenness += 15>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<p>[[Finish your drink and return to the bar|Bar]]</p><img src="img\locations\outside\bar/drink.jpg"/>
You decide to order a gin and tonic. You place your order at the bar, and Robert nods in acknowledgment. He grabs a bottle of gin and a can of tonic water, skillfully mixing them in a glass with ice and a twist of lime. The refreshing fizz of the tonic blends with the crisp, aromatic notes of the gin.
You take your drink and find a spot at the bar, where the lively chatter and occasional bursts of laughter create a vibrant atmosphere. The gin and tonic is perfectly balanced, with a crisp, slightly bitter flavor that invigorates you. As you enjoy your drink, you feel the stress of the day starting to melt away.
<<set $money -= 7>>
<<set $drunkenness += 20>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<p>[[Finish your drink and return to the bar|Bar]]</p><img src="img\locations\outside\bar/drink.jpg"/>
You decide to order a mojito. You place your order at the bar, and Robert nods in understanding. He begins by muddling fresh mint leaves and lime in a glass, then adds a splash of sugar syrup, a generous pour of white rum, and tops it off with sparkling water. The result is a refreshing, minty cocktail with a hint of citrus.
You take your drink and settle into a spot at the bar, where the ambient chatter and occasional laughter create a lively atmosphere. The mojito is crisp and invigorating, with the mint and lime providing a delightful burst of flavor. As you sip your drink, you feel the tensions of the day start to ease.
<<set $money -= 8>>
<<set $drunkenness += 25>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<p>[[Finish your drink and return to the bar|Bar]]</p><img src="img\locations\outside\bar/drink.jpg"/>
You decide to order a whiskey sour. You place your order at the bar, and Robert nods in acknowledgment. He expertly mixes a generous pour of bourbon with fresh lemon juice and a touch of simple syrup. The drink is shaken vigorously and served over ice, garnished with a cherry and a slice of lemon.
You take your drink and find a spot at the bar, surrounded by the vibrant hum of conversation and occasional bursts of laughter. The whiskey sour is bold and tangy, with the smoothness of the bourbon balancing perfectly with the tartness of the lemon. As you savor your drink, you feel the day's stress begin to dissolve.
<<set $money -= 9>>
<<set $drunkenness += 30>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<p>[[Finish your drink and return to the bar|Bar]]</p><img src="img\locations\outside\bar/drink.jpg"/>
You decide to order a rum punch. You place your order at the bar, and Robert gives you a nod before getting to work. He combines a generous pour of dark rum with a mix of tropical fruit juices, such as pineapple and orange, and adds a splash of grenadine for a touch of sweetness. The drink is garnished with a slice of pineapple and a cherry.
You take your drink and find a spot at the bar, where the lively atmosphere and chatter create a vibrant backdrop. The rum punch is fruity and refreshing, with a rich, rum-forward flavor that is perfectly complemented by the tropical fruit juices. As you sip, you feel a pleasant warmth spreading through you, easing the tensions of the day.
<<set $money -= 8>>
<<set $drunkenness += 25>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<p>[[Finish your drink and return to the bar|Bar]]</p><img src="img\locations\outside\bar/drink.jpg"/>
You decide to order a shot of tequila. You place your order at the bar, and Robert nods in acknowledgment. He swiftly pours a shot of premium tequila and sets it in front of you with a lime wedge and a small salt shaker on the side. The clear liquid glistens invitingly.
You take the shot, savoring the bold and smooth flavor of the tequila as it goes down. The salt and lime enhance the experience, adding a zesty kick. As the warmth of the tequila spreads through you, you feel a quick, invigorating buzz.
<<set $money -= 6>>
<<set $drunkenness += 20>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<p>[[Finish your drink and return to the bar|Bar]]</p><img src="img\locations\outside\bar/drink.jpg"/>
You decide to order a Long Island Iced Tea. You place your order at the bar, and Robert nods in understanding. He begins by mixing equal parts vodka, gin, rum, and tequila with a splash of triple sec. He then adds a generous amount of sour mix and a splash of cola, garnishing the drink with a lemon wedge.
You take your drink and find a spot at the bar, surrounded by the buzz of conversation and occasional bursts of laughter. The Long Island Iced Tea is strong and flavorful, with a complex blend of spirits balanced by the sweetness of the cola and the tanginess of the sour mix. As you enjoy your drink, you feel a warm, mellow buzz settling in.
<<set $money -= 10>>
<<set $drunkenness += 35>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<p>[[Finish your drink and return to the bar|Bar]]</p><img src="img\locations\outside\bar/drink.jpg"/>
You decide to order a glass of absinthe. You place your order at the bar, and Robert nods as he fetches a bottle of the potent spirit. He carefully pours a measure of absinthe into a glass, and then adds a slotted spoon with a sugar cube on top. He slowly drips cold water over the sugar cube, allowing it to dissolve and mix with the absinthe, creating a cloudy, opalescent effect.
You take your drink and find a spot at the bar, where the lively atmosphere surrounds you. The absinthe is strong and aromatic, with a complex blend of herbs and a distinctive aniseed flavor. As you sip, you experience a powerful and intense sensation, with the rich, herbal notes unfolding on your palate.
<<set $money -= 12>>
<<set $drunkenness += 40>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<p>[[Finish your drink and return to the bar|Bar]]</p>You find yourself in a cramped, dirty stall in the men's restroom. The walls are stained, and the floor is littered with discarded paper towels and other debris. The faint smell of stale urine and cleaning chemicals fills the air, mixing with the sour scent of alcohol. You sit on the grimy toilet seat, trying to ignore the filth around you.
Outside the stall, you can barely make out the voices of a few men, who are crudely discussing you and making vulgar comments. Their laughter and lewd remarks drift in through the thin walls, adding to the discomfort of the situation.
<<if $arousal > 50>>
<p>As you sit there, you feel a strong urge building up. You realize you could take care of yourself right here in the stall.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Use the toilet|PeeBarMensStall]]</li>
<li>[[Throw up|VomitBarMensStall]]</li>
<li>[[Masturbate|MasturbateBarMensStall]]</li>
<li>[[Leave the restroom|Bar]]</li>
</ul>
<</if>>
<<if $arousal <= 50>>
<ul>
<li>[[Use the toilet|PeeBarMensStall]]</li>
<li>[[Throw up|VomitBarMensStall]]</li>
<li>[[Leave the restroom|Bar]]</li>
</ul>
<</if>>You sit in the grimy stall, feeling a strong urge that you can’t ignore. As you start to touch yourself, the filth of the surroundings and the faint smell of stale urine create a stark contrast with the building excitement. You try to focus on the sensations, blocking out the discomfort of the unsanitary conditions.
The crude voices of the men outside continue, their vulgar comments drifting in through the thin walls, adding a layer of humiliation to the moment. Despite the unpleasant environment and the sounds of lewd laughter, you push through, your body responding to the growing tension.
As you reach climax, the intensity of the experience momentarily overpowers the discomfort. You finish with a sense of relief, though the reality of the filthy surroundings quickly returns.
<<set $arousal = 0>>
<<set $corruption += 1>>
<p>[[Leave the restroom|Bar]]</p>You feel the overwhelming urge to throw up as the alcohol takes its toll. You lean over the dirty toilet, and with a mix of relief and disgust, you start to vomit. The unpleasant smell and the sight of the grimy surroundings make the process even more uncomfortable.
Outside the stall, you can still hear the crude and vulgar comments from the men, their voices a harsh backdrop to your distress.
After you finish, you feel a bit of relief but are left with the lingering discomfort of the unsanitary conditions.
<<set $drunkenness = 50>>
<p>[[Leave the restroom|Bar]]</p>You position yourself on the grimy toilet seat and try to concentrate, desperately focusing on the task at hand to avoid making a mess. The sight of the dirty walls and the faint stench of urine only make it harder to relax.
Outside the stall, the crude and lewd comments of the men continue, their laughter and suggestions seeping through the thin walls. Their words are a constant reminder of the uncomfortable situation you're in.
You manage to complete the task without any mishaps, though the experience is far from pleasant.
<p>[[Leave the restroom|Bar]]</p>You position yourself on the grimy toilet seat and try to focus on the task at hand, trying to ignore the unpleasant surroundings. The filth and the stench make it difficult to relax, but you manage to relieve yourself.
Outside the stall, the muffled voices of women from the bar are faintly audible, though their conversations are mostly drowned out by the ambient noise. The process is uncomfortable, but you manage to complete it without further incident.
<p>[[Leave the restroom|Bar]]</p>The queasy feeling in your stomach becomes unbearable, and you lean over the grimy toilet, unable to hold back any longer. The sight and smell of the unclean surroundings only add to your discomfort as you start to vomit. The process is messy and distressing, made worse by the unsanitary state of the restroom.
Outside the stall, you can still hear the faint sounds of conversations and laughter from the bar, though they seem distant compared to your immediate discomfort.
After finishing, you feel slightly relieved but also more aware of the unclean environment around you.
<<set $drunkenness = 50>>
<p>[[Leave the restroom|Bar]]</p>You sit in the grimy stall, feeling an intense urge that you can’t ignore. As you begin to touch yourself, the unpleasant filth of the surroundings and the faint smell of stale urine clash sharply with the growing excitement. You try to concentrate on the sensations, pushing aside the discomfort of the unsanitary conditions.
The crude voices of women outside the stall drift in, punctuated by their giggles and lewd comments. One woman even slams her hand against the stall door and shouts, "Hurry up and finish, slut, you're not alone in here!" Their mocking laughter and taunts only add to your humiliation.
Despite the degrading environment and the invasive comments, you push through, your body responding to the rising tension. As you reach climax, the intensity of the experience briefly overshadows the discomfort, providing a momentary relief.
Afterward, the reality of the filthy surroundings quickly returns. You feel a mix of relief and embarrassment as you prepare to leave.
<<set $arousal = 0>>
<<set $corruption += 1>>
<p>[[Leave the restroom|Bar]]</p><img src="img\locations\outside\bar/talk.jpg"/>
Robert nods approvingly as you agree to take a shift at the bar.
<p>Robert: "Great, I could use the help. Just keep an eye on things and make sure the patrons don't cause too much trouble. I'll let you know when your shift starts."</p>
<<set $hasBarJob = true>>
<p>[[Return to the bar|Bar]]</p><img src="img\locations\outside\bar/work.jpg"/>
You take a deep breath and step behind the bar, ready to start your shift. The bar is dimly lit, and the air is thick with the smell of stale beer and smoke. You start by wiping down the counter and organizing the bottles, trying to prepare for the night ahead.
As the shift progresses, you find yourself juggling multiple tasks—pouring drinks, collecting payments, and making small talk with patrons. Some of the customers are friendly enough, but others make unwelcome advances, which you try to ignore while maintaining a professional demeanor.
Despite the discomfort, you keep your focus on the job, serving drinks and handling the occasional rude remark or inappropriate comment. The tips are modest, but they add up over time, and you make sure to keep the bar running smoothly.
As the shift winds down, you finish up your tasks and count your earnings. The work was hard, but it was worth it for the extra cash. Robert gives you a nod of approval as you leave, and you sense that your relationship with him has improved.
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<<set $money += 30>>
<<set $robert_relationship += 1>>
<p>[[Return to the bar|Bar]]</p><img src="img\locations\outside\bar/talk.jpg"/>
<p>You take a seat at the bar counter and look at Robert. He notices you and gives a friendly nod, ready to engage in conversation.</p>
<<if $margaretFun and !$robertAdvice>>
<p>As you observe Robert, you consider asking him for advice regarding your situation with Margaret.</p>
[[Ask Robert for help|AskRobertForHelp]]
<</if>>
<p>You simply exchange a few words with Robert.</p>
[[Return to the bar|Bar]]<img src="img\locations\outside\club/club_bouncer.jpg"/>
<p>You finally reach the front of the line and are faced with the bouncer. He’s a large, intimidating man with a stern expression, checking IDs and scrutinizing each person who tries to enter. As you approach, he gives you a thorough once-over.</p>
<<if $bouncer_relationship >= 10>>
<p><span class="others">"Hey there, babe,"</span> the bouncer says with a grin, his tone noticeably softer. <span class="others">"You can head on in. No need to wait out here."</span> He steps aside, letting you pass without further hassle.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Enter the club|ClubInside]]</li>
<li>[[Leave and return to Outside|Outside]]</li>
</ul>
<<elseif $money > 100>>
<p><span class="others">"Well, well, what do we have here?"</span> the bouncer grunts, his gaze lingering on your figure. <span class="others">"You seem like you might be able to help yourself get in if you’ve got the right incentive."</span> He eyes your rear appreciatively and adjusts his pants around his groin with a subtle motion.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Say you’re on the guest list|GuestList]]</li>
<li>[[Bribe the bouncer|BribeBouncer]]</li>
<li>[[Leave and return to Outside|Outside]]</li>
</ul>
<<else>>
<p><span class="others">"Well, well, what do we have here?"</span> the bouncer grunts. <span class="others">"I can’t let you in without a proper reason. Got anything else to offer, or are you just another hopeful?"</span></p>
<ul>
<li>[[Say you’re on the guest list|GuestList]]</li>
<li>[[Leave and return to Outside|Outside]]</li>
</ul>
<</if>><img src="img\locations\outside\club/club_bouncer.jpg"/>
<p>You decide to try your luck by asking the bouncer to check the guest list, hoping you might be on it. The bouncer frowns as he flips through the list, his face showing clear irritation. After a brief scan, he looks up at you, clearly unimpressed.</p>
<p><span class="others">"I don't see your name here,"</span> he says, his voice tinged with annoyance. <span class="others">"What games are you trying to play with me, sweetheart? Either stop wasting my time and leave, or we can take this conversation to a more private spot. You can come around the corner, get on your knees, and make me a happy man. Maybe then I'll let you in."</span> He gives you a pointed look, making his offer quite clear.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Agree to go around the corner|Corner]]</li>
<li>[[Offer a bribe instead|BribeBouncer]]</li>
<li>[[Decline and leave|Outside]]</li>
</ul><img src="img\locations\outside\club/club_bouncer.jpg"/>
<p>You decide to offer the bouncer a bribe. You discreetly slide a few bills into his hand, and his stern expression softens into a smirk. He quickly pockets the money and gives you a nod, signaling that you're now free to enter the club.</p>
<<set $money -= 100>>
<p>With the bouncer’s approval, you step past him and enter the club. The thumping bass and flashing lights greet you as you join the energetic crowd inside.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Explore the club|ClubInside]]</li>
<li>[[Leave the club and return to Outside|Outside]]</li>
</ul><img src="img\locations\outside\club/club_inside.jpg"/>
<p>As you step inside the club, you're immediately engulfed by a powerful wave of sound and light. The bassline of the music is so loud that it vibrates through your entire body, pulsating through the air. Neon lights and lasers create dancing patterns on the walls and ceiling, flooding the space with bright, pulsing colors. The crowd on the dance floor moves in rhythm, turning it into a chaotic sea of motion.</p>
<p>You can smell the mix of alcohol, sweat, and perfume blending together, creating the unmistakable scent of a nightclub. The dense heat envelops you, as if there's no room for fresh air. This place is full of energy and adrenaline, with every corner buzzing with life and events.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Bar|ClubBar]]</li>
<li>[[Dance Floor|DanceFloor]]</li>
<li>[[VIP Area|VIPZone]]</li>
<li>[[Men's Restroom|ClubMensRestroom]]</li>
<li>[[Women's Restroom|WomensRestroom]]</li>
<li>[[Smoking Room|SmokingRoom]]</li>
<li>[[Leave the club|Outside]]</li>
</ul><img src="img\locations\outside\club/club_corner.jpg"/>
<p>You reluctantly agree to the bouncer's terms. You follow him around the corner of the club, trying to ignore the mounting discomfort and unease. Once in the secluded area, you prepare to comply with his request, hoping it will get you inside the club.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Proceed with the bouncer|CornerAction]]</li>
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</video>
You turn the corner of the club. The walls are covered in graffiti, a chaotic mix of colors and tags. The alley is far from pristine, with litter strewn about and the occasional damp spot on the pavement. Despite the untidiness, it's deserted, offering a rare moment of solitude in the midst of the nightlife chaos.
You can't help but feel awkward in this situation. The contrast between the vibrant, energetic club atmosphere and this grimy, abandoned corner leaves you feeling uneasy. The silence here feels heavy, amplifying your discomfort as you wait for the right moment to approach the club again.
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<source src="img\events\outside\club\bouncer\enter/kneel.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
However, the displeased voice of the bouncer jolts you back to reality. <span class="others">"You're wasting my time again, sweetheart,"</span> he growls. <span class="others">"Get on your knees, or I'll head back into the club, and believe me, next time I won’t let you in."</span>
With a mix of anxiety and resignation, you awkwardly drop to your knees. Your hands tremble as you fumble with the buckle of his belt, trying to undo it. <span class="others">"Make it quick, and don’t think you’re getting any special treatment,"</span> he sneers, <span class="others">"or else I'll have you begging outside while everyone laughs at you."</span> All the while, he grips your hair roughly, adding to the uncomfortable tension of the moment.
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</video>
Gently withdrawing his cock, you took it in your hand and began to tease it softly with your fingers. As you did so, the guard firmly grasped your head and guided it toward his cock. <span class="others">"That’s right, don’t make me wait,"</span> he growled. <span class="others">"Make it worth my while, or I’ll make sure everyone knows how useless you are."</span> Gradually yielding to his forceful touch, you pulled back slightly and moistened his cock with your saliva. <span class="others">"Slower, you little slut,"</span> he commanded, <span class="others">"I want to feel every bit of your pathetic attempts to please me."</span>
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</video>
The guard grumbled in frustration, his irritation clear in his voice. <span class="others">"Faster, you useless whore,"</span> he snapped, taking a firm, possessive hold of your head and guiding it downward with steady pressure. <span class="others">"Get those lips around my balls, and make it worthwhile, or I’ll make sure you regret it."</span> You could feel the heat of his cock pressing against your lips as he directed you toward his balls. As your tongue made contact, you were immediately struck by the musky, slightly salty taste of him.
You began to lick and tease them with deliberate, gentle strokes, letting your tongue glide over the smooth yet slightly textured skin. <span class="others">"That's it, lick like you actually care,"</span> he jeered, <span class="others">"each stroke should remind you of how pathetic you are."</span> The taste was intense, a mix of sweat and precum, and each taste left a lingering warmth on your tongue. You paid close attention to his reactions, noting how his body tensed and relaxed under your touch. <span class="others">"Feel every bit of my pleasure and know how insignificant you are,"</span> he taunted. Adjusting your movements accordingly, you continued to explore and stimulate him, feeling the soft, pulsing heat of his balls as you worked.
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</video>
After taking a moment to catch your breath, you eagerly resumed sucking his cock, your lips wrapping around him with renewed enthusiasm. <span class="others">"That’s it, suck it like the desperate slut you are,"</span> he grunted, his grip on your head tightening, fingers digging into your scalp as he guided his throbbing member deeper into your mouth. <span class="others">"You better make it worth my time, or I'll just have to teach you a lesson."</span>
With a firm, deliberate thrust, he started to push his cock down your throat. You could feel the slick heat of his shaft as it slid in, the tightness of your throat gripping him with each inch. <span class="others">"Feel that pressure, you little bitch,"</span> he snarled, <span class="others">"make sure you take every inch like a good whore."</span> The sensation was intense, the pressure building as he forced his cock all the way in. When he reached the base, his balls pressed firmly against your chin, their weight and warmth adding to the overwhelming sensation. <span class="others">"You like that, don’t you? My balls squashing your pathetic face,"</span> he taunted, his voice filled with contempt.
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</video>
It might not have been the most mind-blowing blowjob the guard had ever experienced, but you certainly pushed him to his limits. Growing weary from the effort, you began to twist his cock rhythmically in your hand, adding to his pleasure. <span class="others">"That’s it, make me feel every bit of your pathetic effort,"</span> he grunted, his voice thick with irritation and disdain.
As he neared his climax, his breathing became ragged. <span class="others">"Don’t you dare stop,"</span> he snarled, gripping your head tightly and shoving his cock into your mouth, forcing it deep down your throat. <span class="others">"Take it all, you little slut,"</span> he commanded. You instinctively pulled back just as he started to cum, causing his thick, hot cum to spill out, coating the inside of your mouth and splattering across your face. <span class="others">"Look at you, covered in my cum like the worthless whore you are,"</span> he mocked, his voice dripping with scorn.
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</video>
Sitting there, a bit stunned by both the situation and your own reaction, you were jolted back to reality by the guard’s commanding voice. <span class="others">"Swallow,"</span> he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for disobedience. Instinctively, you complied, swallowing the thick, salty cum that had filled your mouth. You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, presenting it like an obedient girl, <span class="others">"Show me that you’re not just a pathetic slut, but a good little servant,"</span> he sneered.
After you wiped your face clean, the guard led you toward the club. As you walked past him, he gave your ass a sharp, resounding slap, <span class="others">"There’s a good little whore,"</span> he remarked with a cruel grin, a final gesture of dominance that reminded you of your place.
<p><span class="others">“Go on in,”</span> he says, <span class="others">“and try to keep out of trouble.”</span></p>
<<set $corruption += 3>>
<<set $arousal += 50>>
<<set $arousal to Math.min($arousal, 100)>>
<<set $bouncer_relationship = $bouncer_relationship + 10>>
<ul>
<li>[[Enter the club|ClubInside]]</li>
</ul><img src="img\locations\outside\club/club_wrestroom.jpg"/>
<p>As you push open the door to the women's restroom, you're greeted by a slightly unpleasant but not entirely dreadful atmosphere. The lighting is dim, casting a soft glow over the room. The floor is somewhat littered with paper towels and other minor debris, but it's not completely filthy. There’s a faint, lingering odor of stale cleaning products mixed with the scent of old perfume and spilled drinks.</p>
<p>The sinks and mirrors are in a decent state, though they show signs of frequent use. The mirrors are a bit smudged, and the sinks have some visible water stains, but they aren’t overly dirty. The stalls are functional, though they could use a bit of maintenance. A few of the doors have scratches and graffiti, but they still provide the necessary privacy.</p>
<<if $drunkenness >= 100>>
<p>As you stagger further into the restroom, your inebriated state makes everything seem a bit more disorienting. You lean against the sink for support, the room feeling like it’s tilting slightly. The muffled sounds of the club’s music seem distant, adding to your sense of disorientation. Despite the somewhat better condition of the restroom, your condition makes it difficult to fully appreciate it.</p>
<p>As you struggle to steady yourself, the overall cleanliness of the restroom is overshadowed by your current state of inebriation. You find yourself frustrated by the effort it takes to deal with the situation.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Enter a stall|WomensRestroomStall]]</li>
<li>[[Leave the restroom|ClubInside]]</li>
</ul>
<</if>>
<<if $drunkenness < 100>>
<p>You take a moment to assess the restroom as you enter. It’s not the cleanest place, but it's functional. The minor mess and the less-than-perfect condition of the facilities are noticeable, but not overwhelming. You consider your options, feeling a bit put off but ready to deal with the situation.</p>
<p>The restroom’s somewhat worn state does make you hesitate, but you prepare to address your needs despite the less-than-ideal conditions.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Enter a stall|WomensRestroomStall]]</li>
<li>[[Leave the restroom|ClubInside]]</li>
</ul>
<</if>><img src="img\locations\outside\club/club_smokingroom.jpg"/>
<p>You step into the smoking room, and the thick haze of cigarette smoke greets you. The dimly lit space is filled with the faint glow of ashtrays and the soft hum of muffled conversations. Comfortable leather chairs and velvet sofas are scattered around, with small tables holding ashtrays and half-empty drinks.</p>
<p>The room is a blend of stale smoke, faint alcohol, and a hint of fresh air from the ventilation system. The atmosphere is relaxed but also somewhat tense, as you can hear snippets of conversations and the occasional chuckle from the patrons.</p>
<p>You notice a few people lounging in the chairs, lost in their own worlds or engaged in quiet conversation. One corner of the room features a group of three individuals animatedly discussing a business deal. Another table has a lone figure sipping a drink and quietly watching the room with a keen eye.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Approach the table where a business deal is being discussed|BusinessTable]]</li>
<li>[[Observe the lone figure|LoneFigure]]</li>
<li>[[Leave the smoking room and return to the club|ClubInside]]</li>
<<if $money >= 1000 and $robertAdvice and !$rileyConversation>>
<li>[[Ask around about Riley|AskAboutRiley]]</li>
<</if>>
</ul>
<p>You find yourself squeezed into a small, grimy stall in the men's restroom. The walls are covered in old graffiti and are stained with various substances, while the floor is scattered with crumpled paper towels and bits of trash. The air is heavy with the mixed smells of stale urine, strong cleaning chemicals, and a hint of spilled beer, creating an overwhelmingly unpleasant atmosphere. The dim, flickering light barely penetrates the dank and oppressive space.</p>
<p>Sitting on the uncomfortable, grimy toilet seat, you try to ignore the filth and focus on the situation at hand. The sounds from outside the stall are a cacophony of laughter and coarse remarks from a group of men. Their voices, filled with lewd comments and crude jokes, seep through the thin walls, making you acutely aware of the intrusive and uncomfortable environment.</p>
<<if $arousal > 50>>
<p>As you sit there, a wave of arousal surges through you, intensifying the already uncomfortable situation. The cramped space and the background noise seem to amplify your urge, making it hard to ignore the growing need. You realize that you have the option to relieve yourself right here in this disgusting stall if you choose to.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Use the toilet|PeeClubMensStall]]</li>
<li>[[Throw up|VomitClubMensStall]]</li>
<li>[[Masturbate|MasturbateClubMensStall]]</li>
<li>[[Leave the restroom|ClubInside]]</li>
</ul>
<</if>>
<<if $arousal <= 50>>
<ul>
<li>[[Use the toilet|PeeClubMensStall]]</li>
<li>[[Throw up|VomitClubMensStall]]</li>
<li>[[Leave the restroom|ClubInside]]</li>
</ul>
<</if>><img src="img\locations\outside\club/club_mrestroom.jpg"/>
<<if $drunkenness >= 100>>
<p>You stumble into the men's restroom, barely keeping your balance as the door swings shut behind you. The pounding bass from the club seems to echo even louder in the confined space. A guy, probably in his late thirties, is leaning heavily against the urinal, clearly drunk out of his mind. He notices you and lets out a low whistle, "Lost your way, darling? This isn't the ladies' room."</p>
<p>You can barely make out his words through the haze of alcohol, your mind foggy as you push past him. The restroom is dimly lit, with flickering lights reflecting off the damp, graffiti-covered walls. The stench of stale beer and sweat lingers in the air. As you make your way through the room, another guy gives you a playful smack on the rear, laughing to himself. You ignore the whistles and comments, your focus set on finding an empty stall, which you eventually manage to slip into.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Enter the stall|ClubMensStall]]</li>
<li>[[Leave the restroom|ClubInside]]</li>
</ul>
<</if>>
<<if $drunkenness < 100>>
<p>You push open the door to the men's restroom and immediately regret your choice. The club's heavy beats are muted here, but the atmosphere is far from welcoming. A tall, muscular man, looking slightly unsteady from too many drinks, stands at the urinal. His eyes are glazed over, and he doesn't seem to notice you. The flickering lights above only add to the sense of discomfort.</p>
<p>"Wrong room, sorry," you murmur quickly, trying to back out before anyone else notices your mistake. The smell of sweat and spilled drinks is overwhelming, and you know you need to get out fast.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Leave the restroom|ClubInside]]</li>
</ul>
<</if>><p>As you settle yourself on the grimy toilet seat, you can’t help but feel the filth accumulating beneath you. The seat is cold and sticky, covered in stains that make you cringe. The low hum of the club's music is faint but ever-present, merging with the unsettling sounds of men chatting and laughing outside your stall.</p>
<p>Taking a deep breath, you try to ignore the uncomfortable sensations as you start to relieve yourself. The trickle of urine echoes slightly in the small, confined space, mingling with the unpleasant odors already present. You can hear a few men’s voices getting louder outside the stall, their crude remarks and occasional bursts of laughter serving as a backdrop to your task.</p>
<p>The urine splashes lightly into the bowl, and the smell of ammonia grows stronger as it mixes with the already stale air. You can’t avoid noticing the neglected state of the restroom, the tiles cracked and grime-covered, and the unpleasant sensation of the damp floor beneath your feet.</p>
<p>Once you finish, you pull up your clothes, feeling the grime of the restroom settle uncomfortably against your skin. You wash your hands at the nearby sink, the water coming out in a weak, lukewarm stream that does little to cleanse away the unpleasantness. The mirror above the sink is fogged and smudged, making it hard to see clearly. The loud sounds from outside continue to reverberate, reminding you of the club's chaotic atmosphere.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Return to the club|ClubInside]]</li>
<li>[[Throw up|VomitClubMensStall]]</li>
</ul><p>The grimy toilet stall seems to spin as you start to feel the wave of nausea overtaking you. You struggle to hold onto the edge of the filthy sink for support, your breathing coming in quick, shallow gasps. The combination of alcohol, the stifling air, and the pungent odors in the restroom are too much to handle.</p>
<p>Desperately, you bend over and let the contents of your stomach spill out into the toilet. The vomit splashes with a loud, uncomfortable sound, mixing with the already unpleasant smells of the restroom. The sight and smell of your own sickness only add to the overwhelming sensation of disgust and discomfort.</p>
<p>The floor around the toilet is already stained with various liquids, and your own mess makes the situation even worse. You try to steady yourself, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. The echoes of laughter and lewd comments from outside the stall seem to grow louder, adding to the humiliating experience.</p>
<p>Once you've finished, you sit back on the grimy toilet seat, feeling the cold sweat on your forehead. The restroom feels even more oppressive now, and the air is thick with the stench of your vomit and the lingering smells of the club. You know you need to get out of this unpleasant place as soon as possible.</p>
<<set $drunkenness = 50>>
<ul>
<li>[[Leave the restroom|ClubInside]]</li>
<li>[[Clean up a bit|CleanUpMR]]</li>
</ul><p>In the cramped, grimy stall, you feel an intense, private urge that you can't ignore. The unpleasant odors of stale urine and spilled beer mix with the harsh lighting, creating a claustrophobic atmosphere. You’re surrounded by the dim, flickering light from the overhead bulb and the muffled sounds of men laughing and talking just outside the stall.</p>
<p>You take a deep breath, trying to focus on your own sensations despite the discomfort of the environment. Your hands move slowly, trying to find some semblance of pleasure amid the filth. The sound of your movements is faint compared to the louder noises from outside, but the stall’s thin walls offer little privacy.</p>
<p>Every touch and movement feels amplified by the cramped space, and the physical discomfort of the dirty surroundings only adds to the intensity of the experience. You can hear a few men’s voices growing louder, their crude comments and laughter seeping through the walls, reminding you of the unsanitary conditions of the restroom.</p>
<p>As you continue, your focus shifts entirely to the sensation of your own touch, the rest of the world fading away momentarily. The overwhelming smell and sticky feeling of the stall become a distant concern as you chase your own release, knowing you’re in a place that’s far from ideal.</p>
<p>After you finish, you take a moment to regain your composure, feeling a mix of relief and embarrassment. The restroom's oppressive atmosphere seems to press down on you, the reality of your surroundings returning sharply as you prepare to leave.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Clean up and leave the restroom|CleanUpMR]]</li>
<li>[[Return to the club|ClubInside]]</li>
</ul><p>After your unpleasant experience in the men’s restroom, you know you need to clean up a bit before leaving. The conditions in the stall are far from ideal, but you make do with what you have. You exit the stall and reach for a small, grimy roll of paper towels next to the sink, which are stained and slightly damp.</p>
<p>As you begin to wipe yourself off, you notice that the restroom is empty. The faint sound of club music and muffled conversations from outside serve as a backdrop to your task. The restroom’s poor lighting and the uncomfortable feel of the damp towels add to the overall sense of discomfort.</p>
<p>While you’re in the middle of cleaning up, the door to the restroom swings open and a young, clearly intoxicated man, around twenty years old, stumbles in. His eyes widen with surprise as he takes in the sight of you. He stops for a moment, clearly unsure of what to make of the situation.</p>
<p><span class="others">"Uh, excuse me,"</span> he slurs, looking you up and down with a bemused expression. <span class="others">"Are you in the wrong restroom, or am I? Wait, are you one of those restroom... ladies? Maybe you’re looking for another client, sweetheart?"</span></p>
<p>You shoot him a disdainful glance, feeling a mix of irritation and embarrassment. The young man chuckles at your reaction, clearly not taking the situation seriously. He seems to be enjoying his own crude humor, not quite understanding the discomfort he’s causing.</p>
<p>Trying to maintain your composure, you finish cleaning up with the grimy towels and dispose of them in the overflowing trash can. The young man’s presence and comments only add to the already oppressive atmosphere of the restroom. With a final deep breath, you make your way toward the door, eager to leave this unpleasant place behind.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Leave the restroom|ClubInside]]</li>
</ul><p>You enter one of the stalls, finding it somewhat cramped but functional. The interior of the stall is less than pristine, though it is not as dire as the rest of the restroom. The stall's walls are covered with various marks and some graffiti, but they are relatively clean compared to the overall state of the restroom.</p>
<p>The toilet seat is a bit stained and the floor has some old paper towels and bits of trash scattered about. The small gap beneath the stall door lets in faint sounds from the restroom, including occasional murmurs and footsteps. The overall cleanliness is acceptable enough to use, though you can't ignore the less-than-ideal conditions.</p>
<p>You can hear the distant sounds of club music and chatter through the thin walls, adding to the ambiance of the restroom. Despite the modest cleanliness of the stall, you try to make the best of the situation. The experience is not completely unpleasant, but it's clear that the facilities could use some attention.</p>
<<if $arousal > 50>>
<p>As you settle into the stall, you feel a growing urge and consider taking care of yourself right here. The cramped space and the knowledge that you are alone in the restroom might give you a chance to relieve some tension.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Use the toilet|PeeWomensRestroomStall]]</li>
<li>[[Throw up|VomitWomensRestroomStall]]</li>
<li>[[Masturbate|MasturbateWomensRestroomStall]]</li>
<li>[[Leave the restroom|ClubInside]]</li>
</ul>
<</if>>
<<if $arousal <= 50>>
<ul>
<li>[[Use the toilet|PeeWomensRestroomStall]]</li>
<li>[[Throw up|VomitWomensRestroomStall]]</li>
<li>[[Leave the restroom|ClubInside]]</li>
</ul>
<</if>><p>You decide to use the toilet, despite its less-than-pristine condition. You pull down your pants and sit down, trying to ignore the stains on the seat and the faint odor of the restroom. The toilet flushes with a sputtering sound, but it manages to get the job done. As you relieve yourself, you hear the muffled sounds of the club outside, which are somewhat soothing amidst the less pleasant surroundings.</p>
<p>While you’re sitting there, you notice a few droplets of water dripping from the faucet of the sink outside the stall, contributing to the overall slightly damp atmosphere of the restroom. The sound of your urine hitting the toilet water is the only thing that breaks the relative silence within the stall.</p>
<p>After finishing, you reach for some toilet paper. The roll is a bit rough and thin, but it does the job. You clean yourself up, making sure to leave the stall in as good a condition as possible.</p>
<p>Once you're done, you can hear the distant chatter and music from the club as you prepare to exit the stall. You take a moment to compose yourself before leaving the restroom, feeling a mix of relief and discomfort from the overall experience.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Leave the restroom|ClubInside]]</li>
<li>[[Throw up|VomitWomensRestroomStall]]</li>
</ul><p>The moment nausea hits you, the cramped and somewhat dingy stall feels like it’s closing in. You clutch the edge of the stained sink for support, your breathing becoming rapid and shallow. The mixture of the restroom’s stale air, the faint smell of cleaning products, and the strong odor of your own drink is overwhelming.</p>
<p>You bend over and start to vomit into the toilet, the contents of your stomach making a splashing sound as they hit the water. The sight and sound of your own sickness mixing with the unpleasant smells of the restroom heighten your sense of discomfort. The bathroom floor around the toilet has some stray paper towels and spots, making your mess feel even more pronounced.</p>
<p>As you sit back down on the cold, somewhat grimy toilet seat, you feel a wave of cold sweat on your forehead. The restroom’s atmosphere feels increasingly stifling, with the remnants of your sickness adding to the already faintly unpleasant environment. The distant sounds of club music and muffled conversations seem to filter through the walls, adding to the sense of disconnection from the rest of the lively scene outside.</p>
<p>Once you’ve finished, you take a moment to compose yourself, feeling a mix of embarrassment and relief. You know it’s best to leave this unpleasant place and return to the club, or at least make some attempt to clean up the situation.</p>
<<set $drunkenness = 50>>
<ul>
<li>[[Clean up a bit|CleanUpWR]]</li>
</ul><p>In the cramped stall, you find yourself overwhelmed by a powerful urge that demands attention. The environment around you, though not the cleanest, provides a semblance of privacy. The walls are marked with graffiti and the faint light from the overhead bulb casts long shadows, giving the stall a dim, somewhat unsettling atmosphere. The muffled sounds of music and chatter from the club outside filter in through the thin walls, blending with the occasional drip from a leaky faucet nearby.</p>
<p>You take a deep breath, trying to push aside the discomfort of the surroundings and focus on your own sensations. Your fingers start to move slowly, exploring and stimulating yourself as you try to find some pleasure despite the less-than-ideal conditions. The stall is small, and every movement you make feels exaggerated by the close quarters.</p>
<p>The ambient noise from the restroom – distant voices, the occasional laugh, and the faint hum of the club’s music – creates a strange backdrop to your experience. The stall's walls seem to close in as you try to block out the sounds and focus on the physical sensations. The mingling odors of the restroom, though present, become a distant background noise as your attention narrows to the growing pleasure.</p>
<p>As you continue, the intensity of your actions becomes more focused. The harsh lighting and unsanitary surroundings fade into the background as you concentrate on your own touch and rhythm. The stall’s cramped space, while not ideal, adds a certain edge to the experience, making each sensation more pronounced.</p>
<p>Finally, as you reach your peak, you let out a sigh of relief. The oppressive atmosphere of the stall and the sounds from outside return to the forefront of your mind. You take a moment to regain your composure, feeling a blend of satisfaction and embarrassment from your experience.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Clean up and leave the restroom|CleanUpWR]]</li>
<li>[[Return to the club|ClubInside]]</li>
</ul><p>After your experience in the restroom, you know you need to tidy up before leaving. The stall and its conditions weren’t ideal, but you make do with what’s available. You step out of the stall and grab a few grimy paper towels from the sink area. The towels are stained and slightly damp, adding to the sense of discomfort.</p>
<p>As you start wiping yourself off, you notice that the restroom is momentarily empty. The faint, muffled sound of club music and distant chatter provides a background soundtrack to your task. The poor lighting and the damp feel of the towels contribute to an overall sense of unpleasantness.</p>
<p>While you’re busy cleaning up, the door to the restroom swings open with a loud creak. A drunken young woman, dressed in a provocatively disheveled outfit, stumbles in. Her eyes are glassy, and she looks around with a mix of confusion and amusement. When she spots you, she bursts into loud, mocking laughter.</p>
<p><span class="othersf">"Well, well, look at this!"</span> she slurs, swaying as she approaches. <span class="othersf">"What do we have here, huh? A real piece of work, aren’t you? Did you get lost or are you just one of those, like, desperate girls? I didn’t know they let your kind in here. Or are you just a pathetic mess looking for attention?"</span></p>
<p>She continues, her voice dripping with contempt. <span class="othersf">"Oh, look at you, all covered in grime and trying to clean yourself up. How charming! Did you think you’d find some dignity in this dump? You must be a real joke if you’re hanging around here looking like that!"</span></p>
<p>She takes a step closer, her smirk widening. <span class="othersf">"And what, exactly, are you doing here? Trying to impress someone or just wallowing in your own filth? Maybe you’re one of those restroom girls who just needs a quick fix. What a sad, pathetic display."</span></p>
<p>With a final sneer, she adds, <span class="othersf">"Hey, how about this—I'll give you ten bucks if you lick my feet clean. You look like you could use the cash, and I could use a good laugh. What do you say, loser?"</span> She laughs again, clearly enjoying her own cruel humor.</p>
<p>Trying to keep your composure, you finish cleaning up with the dirty towels and toss them into the overflowing trash can. The young woman’s harsh words and mocking laughter intensify the already unpleasant atmosphere of the restroom. With a deep breath and a final look at the mess around you, you head for the door, eager to escape this humiliating situation.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Leave the restroom|ClubInside]]</li>
</ul><img src="img\locations\outside\club/club_business.jpg"/>
<p>You quietly approach the table where a few well-dressed men are deeply engrossed in conversation. Their voices are low, almost a whisper, but as you draw closer, you catch snippets of their discussion. The word "drugs" slips into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. You try to blend into the shadows, straining to hear more without drawing attention to yourself.</p>
<p>Just as you're about to pick up on more details, one of the men suddenly turns his gaze toward you. His eyes are cold and calculating, and his voice drops to a chilling, grave tone. <span class="others">"You lost, sweetheart?"</span> he asks, his words slicing through the air like a knife.</p>
<p>You freeze, realizing you've been caught. <span class="heroine">"I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt,"</span> you stammer, trying to backpedal out of the situation. The tension around the table becomes palpable as the other men glance at you with suspicion.</p>
<p><span class="others">"Do yourself a favor and get lost before you find yourself in deeper trouble,"</span> the man warns, his tone leaving no room for argument. You feel a wave of unease wash over you, knowing it's best not to push your luck any further.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Back away from the table and return to the smoking room|SmokingRoom]]</li>
</ul><img src="img\locations\outside\club/club_lonefigure.jpg"/>
<p>You decide to approach the lone figure sitting quietly at a corner table. As you get closer, you notice him nursing a glass of whiskey, his eyes scanning the room with a calm, measured gaze. His presence is oddly magnetic, and you find yourself drawn to the air of mystery surrounding him.</p>
<p>Just as you're about to get close enough to make out more details, a large, imposing figure suddenly joins the man at the table. The newcomer is a burly, heavyset black man, his movements deliberate and confident. Without saying much, he sits down across from the lone figure, their eyes locking in a silent understanding.</p>
<p>Their conversation is low and cryptic, with words exchanged that you can't quite make out. You try to listen in, but the murmur of the club drowns out most of what they say. Despite this, the tension between the two is palpable.</p>
<p>Before you can piece together what’s happening, the larger man casually tosses a thick bundle of cash onto the table. The lone figure, unperturbed, reaches into his jacket and discreetly slides a small, inconspicuous package across the table in return. It's clear to you now that something illicit is taking place, and your instincts scream at you to steer clear.</p>
<p>Realizing that this is not a situation you want to involve yourself in, you decide to back away quietly, hoping to remain unnoticed.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Step away from the table and return to the smoking room|SmokingRoom]]</li>
</ul><p>You take a moment to browse the electronics store, eyeing the latest gadgets and devices on display.</p>
<div style="display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: space-around; gap: 10px;">
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img/locations/citycenter/mall/mall_electronics_store/goods/smartphone.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
<<if !($inventory.includes("Smartphone"))>>
<<if $discountEventTriggered>>
<<if $money >= 480>>
[[Buy Smartphone ($480 after discount)|BuySmartphone]]
<<else>>
Not enough money (Cost after discount: $480)
<</if>>
<<else>>
<<if $money >= 600>>
[[Buy Smartphone ($600)|BuySmartphone]]
<<else>>
Not enough money (Cost: $600)
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<else>>
You already bought a Smartphone.
<</if>>
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img/locations/citycenter/mall/mall_electronics_store/goods/home_computer.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
<<if !($inventory.includes("Home Computer"))>>
<<if $discountEventTriggered>>
<<if $money >= 800>>
[[Buy Home Computer ($800 after discount)|BuyHomeComputer]]
<<else>>
Not enough money (Cost after discount: $800)
<</if>>
<<else>>
<<if $money >= 1000>>
[[Buy Home Computer ($1000)|BuyHomeComputer]]
<<else>>
Not enough money (Cost: $1000)
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<else>>
You already bought a Home Computer.
<</if>>
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img/locations/citycenter/mall/mall_electronics_store/goods/laptop.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
<<if !($inventory.includes("Laptop"))>>
<<if $discountEventTriggered>>
<<if $money >= 640>>
[[Buy Laptop ($640 after discount)|BuyLaptop]]
<<else>>
Not enough money (Cost after discount: $640)
<</if>>
<<else>>
<<if $money >= 800>>
[[Buy Laptop ($800)|BuyLaptop]]
<<else>>
Not enough money (Cost: $800)
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<else>>
You already bought a Laptop.
<</if>>
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img/locations/citycenter/mall/mall_electronics_store/goods/camera.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
<<if !($inventory.includes("Camera"))>>
<<if $discountEventTriggered>>
<<if $money >= 400>>
[[Buy Camera ($400 after discount)|BuyCamera]]
<<else>>
Not enough money (Cost after discount: $400)
<</if>>
<<else>>
<<if $money >= 500>>
[[Buy Camera ($500)|BuyCamera]]
<<else>>
Not enough money (Cost: $500)
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<else>>
You already bought a Camera.
<</if>>
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img/locations/citycenter/mall/mall_electronics_store/goods/video_camera.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
<<if !($inventory.includes("Video Camera"))>>
<<if $discountEventTriggered>>
<<if $money >= 560>>
[[Buy Video Camera ($560 after discount)|BuyVideoCamera]]
<<else>>
Not enough money (Cost after discount: $560)
<</if>>
<<else>>
<<if $money >= 700>>
[[Buy Video Camera ($700)|BuyVideoCamera]]
<<else>>
Not enough money (Cost: $700)
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<else>>
You already bought a Video Camera.
<</if>>
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img/locations/citycenter/mall/mall_electronics_store/goods/recorder.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
<<if !($inventory.includes("Recorder"))>>
<<if $discountEventTriggered>>
<<if $money >= 160>>
[[Buy Voice Recorder ($160 after discount)|BuyRecorder]]
<<else>>
Not enough money (Cost after discount: $160)
<</if>>
<<else>>
<<if $money >= 200>>
[[Buy Voice Recorder ($200)|BuyRecorder]]
<<else>>
Not enough money (Cost: $200)
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<else>>
You already bought a Recorder.
<</if>>
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img/locations/citycenter/mall/mall_electronics_store/goods/webcam.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
<<if !($inventory.includes("Webcam"))>>
<<if $discountEventTriggered>>
<<if $money >= 48>>
[[Buy Webcam ($120 after discount)|BuyWebcam]]
<<else>>
Not enough money (Cost after discount: $48)
<</if>>
<<else>>
<<if $money >= 60>>
[[Buy Webcam ($150)|BuyWebcam]]
<<else>>
Not enough money (Cost: $60)
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<else>>
You already bought a Webcam.
<</if>>
</div>
<div style="flex: 1 1 150px; max-width: 150px; text-align: center;">
<img src="img/locations/citycenter/mall/mall_electronics_store/goods/microphone.jpg" style="width: 100%; height: auto; object-fit: cover; border: 1px solid #000000; border-radius: 5px;" />
<<if !($inventory.includes("Microphone"))>>
<<if $discountEventTriggered>>
<<if $money >= 160>>
[[Buy Microphone ($160 after discount)|BuyMicrophone]]
<<else>>
Not enough money (Cost after discount: $160)
<</if>>
<<else>>
<<if $money >= 200>>
[[Buy Microphone ($200)|BuyMicrophone]]
<<else>>
Not enough money (Cost: $200)
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<else>>
You already bought a Microphone.
<</if>>
</div>
</div>
<ul>
<<if !$discountEventTriggered>>
<li>[[Talk to a sales consultant|TalkToESConsultant]]</li>
<</if>>
<li>[[Return to the store|MallElectronicsStore]]</li>
</ul><p>You spend some time wandering through the store, admiring the array of electronics on display. Unfortunately, most of the items are quite expensive, which dampens your spirits a bit. Just as you’re about to give up, a sales consultant approaches you with a friendly smile.</p>
<img src="img\locations\citycenter\mall/electronics_store_talk.jpg"/>
<p>"Have you found anything you like?" he asks, his eyes scanning the products around you.</p>
<p>You reply that the prices are quite high and that you’re still browsing. The consultant nods sympathetically, then his gaze lingers on you with a hint of a smirk.</p>
<p>"Yes, the prices are indeed steep. But, as you can imagine, being located in the city center means we have to cover the high rent," he says, gesturing towards the store’s luxurious interior. "However, for charming customers like yourself, we occasionally offer special promotions." </p>
<p>He leans in closer and whispers conspiratorially, "Today, we have a special offer for attractive customers. If you’re interested, we could discuss it in my office. It might help you get a discount on all the items you like." His smile widens as he awaits your response.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Agree and follow him to his office for the discount offer|ESConsultantOffice]]</li>
<li>[[Politely decline and continue browsing the store|MallElectronicsStore]]</li>
</ul>
<<set $visitedConsultant = true>><<if $discountEventTriggered>>
<<if $money >= 480>>
<<set $money -= 480>>
<<if !$inventory.includes("Smartphone")>>
<<set $inventory.push("Smartphone")>>
<</if>>
You buy a Smartphone for $480 after applying your discount and add it to your inventory.
<<else>>
You don't have enough money to buy the Smartphone with the discount applied.
<</if>>
<<else>>
<<if $money >= 600>>
<<set $money -= 600>>
<<if !$inventory.includes("Smartphone")>>
<<set $inventory.push("Smartphone")>>
<</if>>
You buy a Smartphone for $600 and add it to your inventory.
<<else>>
You don't have enough money to buy the Smartphone.
<</if>>
<</if>>
[[Go back to the store|BrowseMallElectronicsStore]]<<if $discountEventTriggered>>
<<if $money >= 800>>
<<set $money -= 800>>
<<if !$inventory.includes("Home Computer")>>
<<set $inventory.push("Home Computer")>>
<</if>>
You buy a Home Computer for $800 after applying your discount and add it to your inventory.
<<else>>
You don't have enough money to buy the Home Computer with the discount applied.
<</if>>
<<else>>
<<if $money >= 1000>>
<<set $money -= 1000>>
<<if !$inventory.includes("Home Computer")>>
<<set $inventory.push("Home Computer")>>
<</if>>
You buy a Home Computer for $1000 and add it to your inventory.
<<else>>
You don't have enough money to buy the Home Computer.
<</if>>
<</if>>
[[Go back to the store|BrowseMallElectronicsStore]]<<if $discountEventTriggered>>
<<if $money >= 640>>
<<set $money -= 640>>
<<if !$inventory.includes("Laptop")>>
<<set $inventory.push("Laptop")>>
<</if>>
You buy a Laptop for $640 after applying your discount and add it to your inventory.
<<else>>
You don't have enough money to buy the Laptop with the discount applied.
<</if>>
<<else>>
<<if $money >= 800>>
<<set $money -= 800>>
<<if !$inventory.includes("Laptop")>>
<<set $inventory.push("Laptop")>>
<</if>>
You buy a Laptop for $800 and add it to your inventory.
<<else>>
You don't have enough money to buy the Laptop.
<</if>>
<</if>>
[[Go back to the store|BrowseMallElectronicsStore]]<<if $discountEventTriggered>>
<<if $money >= 400>>
<<set $money -= 400>>
<<if !$inventory.includes("Camera")>>
<<set $inventory.push("Camera")>>
<</if>>
You buy a Camera for $400 after applying your discount and add it to your inventory.
<<else>>
You don't have enough money to buy the Camera with the discount applied.
<</if>>
<<else>>
<<if $money >= 500>>
<<set $money -= 500>>
<<if !$inventory.includes("Camera")>>
<<set $inventory.push("Camera")>>
<</if>>
You buy a Camera for $500 and add it to your inventory.
<<else>>
You don't have enough money to buy the Camera.
<</if>>
<</if>>
[[Go back to the store|BrowseMallElectronicsStore]]<<if $discountEventTriggered>>
<<if $money >= 560>>
<<set $money -= 560>>
<<if !$inventory.includes("Video Camera")>>
<<set $inventory.push("Video Camera")>>
<</if>>
You buy a Video Camera for $560 after applying your discount and add it to your inventory.
<<else>>
You don't have enough money to buy the Video Camera with the discount applied.
<</if>>
<<else>>
<<if $money >= 700>>
<<set $money -= 700>>
<<if !$inventory.includes("Video Camera")>>
<<set $inventory.push("Video Camera")>>
<</if>>
You buy a Video Camera for $700 and add it to your inventory.
<<else>>
You don't have enough money to buy the Video Camera.
<</if>>
<</if>>
[[Go back to the store|BrowseMallElectronicsStore]]<<if $discountEventTriggered>>
<<if $money >= 160>>
<<set $money -= 160>>
<<if !$inventory.includes("Recorder")>>
<<set $inventory.push("Recorder")>>
<</if>>
You buy a Recorder for $160 after applying your discount and add it to your inventory.
<<else>>
You don't have enough money to buy the Recorder with the discount applied.
<</if>>
<<else>>
<<if $money >= 200>>
<<set $money -= 200>>
<<if !$inventory.includes("Recorder")>>
<<set $inventory.push("Recorder")>>
<</if>>
You buy a Recorder for $200 and add it to your inventory.
<<else>>
You don't have enough money to buy the Recorder.
<</if>>
<</if>>
[[Go back to the store|BrowseMallElectronicsStore]]<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\electronics_store\discount/meet.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
The main character and the salesman enter his private office, a room filled with an assortment of furniture and equipment. The office is neatly organized, with a large desk at the center, surrounded by shelves filled with tech gadgets and office supplies. Various items, from high-end electronics to stacks of paperwork, are neatly arranged on the shelves.
The salesman gestures towards his chair behind the desk and takes a seat, clearly comfortable in his workspace. You look around, noting the impressive array of equipment and the professional ambiance of the office. However, there's no other seating available, so you decide to make yourself comfortable by sitting on the edge of the desk.
<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\electronics_store\discount/conversation.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
The salesman leaned forward, a knowing smile on his face. "As I mentioned earlier, we have a special offer for charming customers like yourself. But let's be clear—you’re not a little girl. You understand what we're talking about here, don't you?"
You felt a twinge of unease at his insinuation. Deciding to play innocent, you tilted your head slightly and replied, "I'm afraid I didn't quite catch what you mean. Could you explain the offer a bit more? I'm not entirely sure I understand."
The salesman’s smile faltered just a fraction, but he quickly regained his composure. "Of course," he said, leaning back in his chair. "Let me clarify the details for you."
<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\electronics_store\discount/offer.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
He muttered something under his breath, his expression shifting as he unbuckled his belt. Slowly, he reached into his trousers and pulled out his already erect and impressive cock. The sight was both unexpected and unsettling. Overcome with embarrassment, you quickly turned away from the spectacle, trying to regain your composure.
<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\electronics_store\discount/deal.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
The salesman leaned back in his chair, looking at you with a smirk. “I don’t have much free time,” he said, “I’ve got to keep things running smoothly in the store. So here’s the deal: if you’re willing to give me a quick blowjob, I’ll give you a nice discount. It’s a simple exchange—good for both of us.”
He paused, letting his words sink in, then added with a grin, “You know how it works. No need to make it complicated.”
[[Agree to the proposal|DealConsultant]]
[[Refuse and return to the store|MallElectronicsStore]]<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\electronics_store\discount/kneel.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
Deciding that I didn’t have any extra money and recognizing that a discount on the expensive electronics wouldn’t be a bad deal, I made up my mind. I got up from the edge of the desk and, with a deep breath, lowered myself to my knees in front of him. The thought of saving some money on the costly items made the decision easier, even if it wasn’t the most conventional way to go about it.
<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\electronics_store\discount/touch.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
Looking into his eyes and seeing no trace of compassion or hesitation, I took a deep breath and reached out. Despite the unsettling nature of the situation, I placed my hand around his cock. It was a firm, daunting presence in my grip, and I tried to focus on the task at hand, determined to get through this as quickly as possible.
<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\electronics_store\discount/pants.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
But he suddenly interrupted me, saying, "Wait a moment," as he stood up from the chair. With deliberate movements, he began to remove his trousers, his hard cock swinging from side to side with each motion. As he settled back into his seat, his cock nearly brushed against my face, the close proximity making the situation even more intense and uncomfortable.
<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\electronics_store\discount/lick.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
"Come on, little slut, if you want that discount, get to work," he said, his tone commanding and devoid of warmth. I took a deep breath, feeling a mix of apprehension and determination. With a trembling hand, I gently licked the tip of his cock, tasting the slight salty pre-cum that had formed. I then began to work him over, my movements tentative at first, but gradually becoming more focused as I tried to fulfill his demand and earn the promised discount.
<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\electronics_store\discount/suck.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
As I gathered my thoughts and steadied my nerves, I took his cock into my mouth as far as I could, starting to suck it slowly and deliberately. The familiar texture and warmth filled my senses, but then he unexpectedly shoved his finger into my mouth alongside his cock. I wasn't sure what he intended—perhaps testing the limits of my mouth or something else entirely. I paused my movements, surprised and slightly uncomfortable. He then inserted another finger, beginning to explore and probe my mouth, gently stroking my tongue with them as if assessing how well I could accommodate him.
<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\electronics_store\discount/throat.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
Finally, when he seemed to calm down, he withdrew his fingers from my mouth, allowing me to continue sucking his cock. I resumed my movements, trying to focus on the task at hand. However, he took firm hold of my head, guiding it forcefully as he began to push my mouth more aggressively onto his cock. His grip on me was insistent, and he started to control the rhythm and depth of my movements, making it clear that he wanted more direct and intense attention.
<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\electronics_store\discount/balls.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
After a while, he said, “Be a good girl and lick my balls.” With a sinking feeling, I reluctantly moved my head down and started to lick his balls. The skin was warm and smooth, completely shaved and devoid of any hair. It was coated in a thin layer of sweat that made the taste even more unpleasant. My tongue glided over the bare, slightly salty skin, the texture unusually slick.
His grip on my head tightened slightly as he watched me, clearly enjoying the control he had over me. I tried to focus on the task, my tongue working slowly and carefully over his sensitive skin. The salty taste lingered on my tongue, and I could feel him shifting slightly as I licked, his breathing growing heavier with each pass of my tongue.
<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\electronics_store\discount/undress.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
Then he stood up, and I remained sitting obediently on his lap. He lifted my T-shirt, pulling it up and over my head before tossing it aside. He then reached for my bra, unclasping it with a swift motion and exposing my breasts. His hands began to knead them roughly, his fingers pressing and pinching without any tenderness.
As he groped my breasts, he made lewd comments, his voice dripping with disdain. “You’re really something, aren’t you? Just a little slut who’ll do anything for a discount,” he sneered. His touch was harsh and humiliating, each squeeze and pinch accompanied by mocking remarks. I felt a flush of embarrassment and discomfort, the degradation adding to the intensity of the moment.
<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\electronics_store\discount/tits.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
Then he tore off my bra with a sudden, rough motion. I sat there, exposed with my breasts bare and my T-shirt bunched up over my lap, leaving me feeling vulnerable and exposed. He continued to handle my breasts with a crude, possessive touch, his fingers squeezing and pinching them aggressively.
As he fondled my bare chest, he made no attempt to hide his contempt. “Look at these,” he said derisively, his voice dripping with mockery. “Small and worthless. Not much to them, are there?” His hands continued their relentless assault, each squeeze and caress accompanied by demeaning comments about my body. The harshness of his words, combined with his aggressive touch, left me feeling degraded and helpless.
<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\electronics_store\discount/blowjob.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
After teasing and fondling my breasts with a mix of roughness and hunger, he gripped my head firmly with both hands. With a commanding force, he began to thrust into my mouth, pushing his erection deep down my throat. The sensation was overwhelming; each thrust stretched my mouth and throat to their limits, making me gag with every powerful motion. My eyes watered, and I struggled to catch my breath as he drove himself in relentlessly. The heat and pressure were intense, and I could feel every pulse of his arousal as he used me. The combination of pleasure and discomfort left me helpless, my body reacting instinctively to his forceful movements.
<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\electronics_store\discount/facial.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
Eventually, he pulled his cock out of my mouth, his breathing heavy and erratic. With a swift, practiced motion, he began to jerk himself off, his grip firm and quick. I watched helplessly as he built up to his climax, the anticipation hanging thick in the air. With a groan of release, he came explosively, his hot, sticky cum splattering across my face. It dripped down, soaking my hair and staining my clothes, leaving a messy, glistening trail of his release all over me. The sensation of his cum against my skin was both overwhelming and intimate, marking me with his complete satisfaction.
<video width="640" height="360" autoplay muted loop>
<source src="img\events\citycenter\mall\electronics_store\discount/clean.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
Then he sneered down at me, his voice dripping with condescension as he said, 'Clean my cock, you worthless slut.' With my face smeared in thick, glistening cum, I complied without hesitation. As I leaned in, the cum on my face felt cold and sticky against my skin, making the task even more demeaning. I began to lick his cock clean, each swipe of my tongue removing his release. He watched with a smirk, taunting me as I worked. 'Lick it all up, you pathetic creature,' he jeered, 'I want to see every last bit gone.' The taste of his cum was acrid and overpowering, and the humiliation of the situation weighed heavily on me as I diligently cleaned him. My mouth and lips glided over him, making sure not a single drop was left. The entire process was a stark reminder of my submissive position, marked by his satisfaction and my own degradation.
Afterwards, he gave me a few moments to compose myself, his gaze cold and disdainful. 'Wipe that cum off your pathetic face and clean up that mess on your clothes,' he ordered, his tone dripping with contempt. I scrambled to find a cloth and hurriedly began scrubbing away the evidence of his release, my face flushed with embarrassment. As I cleaned, he continued to belittle me, 'You’re not even close to being the worst cocksucker I’ve seen, but that doesn’t mean you were any good. Just another disappointing slut, really.'
His insults cut deep, and each word added to the sting of my humiliation. 'Hurry up,' he snapped, 'I don’t have all day to watch you clean yourself like the pathetic excuse for a woman you are.' When he finally decided I had done enough, he led me back to the main area with a mocking smile. 'Well, since you managed to get yourself through this disgraceful display, you’ve earned a 20% discount on everything in the store,' he said, his voice laced with derision. 'Not that it’s going to make you feel any better. You’re still a worthless piece of shit in my eyes.' The discount was a hollow consolation, and though the transaction was complete, the sting of his words and the shame I felt lingered heavily.
<<set $discountEventTriggered = true>>
<<set $corruption += 3>>
<<set $arousal += 50>>
<<set $arousal to Math.min($arousal, 100)>>
[[Go away|MallElectronicsStore]]<<if setup.dayPart[$currentTime] === "Late Night">>>
<p>Your eyes are tired from staring at the screen. It's late at night, and you should get some rest.</p>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Turn off the computer|Bedroom]]
</span>
</span>
<<else>>
<p>You power up your computer, the familiar hum of the machine bringing a sense of comfort as the screen flickers to life. The soft glow of the monitor illuminates the room as you settle into your chair, ready to dive into the digital world.</p>
<p>What would you like to do?</p>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Chat with friends on social media|SocialMedia]]
[[Play some games|PlayGames]]
[[Browse job search websites|JobSearch]]
[[Take an online course|OnlineCourses]]
[[Visit a dating site|DatingSite]]
[[Watch a movie|WatchMovie]]
[[Watch some porn|WatchPorn]]
[[Check your email|CheckEmail]]
[[Start streaming|StartStreaming]]
<<if $subscriberEmailRead>>
[[Start webcam streaming|StartWebcamStreaming]]
<</if>>
[[Return to the bedroom|Bedroom]]
</span>
</span>
<</if>><p>You open your favorite social media app, and the familiar interface greets you. Notifications pop up one after another, and you quickly scan through them, catching up on the latest updates from your friends. The chat window is blinking with a few unread messages.</p>
<p>You start typing, engaging in casual conversations:</p>
<div style="margin-left: 1.5em;">
<p><strong>[Emily]:</strong> "Hey! Long time no see! How have you been?"</p>
<p><strong>[You]:</strong> "Yeah, it's been a while! I've been busy, but good. How about you?"</p>
<p><strong>[Sophia]:</strong> "I saw your post about the new job! How's it going so far?"</p>
<p><strong>[You]:</strong> "Thanks! It's going pretty well, still getting used to everything, though."</p>
<p><strong>[Olivia]:</strong> "I was just reminiscing about our high school days. Remember that time we all went to the beach?"</p>
<p><strong>[You]:</strong> "Oh, definitely! Those were some great times. We should plan something like that again soon."</p>
</div>
<p>After some time, you feel a bit more connected with your friends, even though it’s just online chatter. It’s nice to stay in touch.</p>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<ul>
<li>[[Return to the computer|Computer]]</li>
</ul><<set $techSavvy += 1>>
<<set $techSavvy to Math.min($techSavvy, 100)>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<<if $techSavvy < 10>>
<p>You struggle with the game mechanics, barely able to keep up with the action. Your teammates aren't shy about expressing their frustration, calling you out for your poor performance. It's not exactly the most fun you've had gaming, but at least you tried.</p>
<<elseif $techSavvy >= 10 and $techSavvy < 30>>
<p>Though you're still not great at the game, you manage to avoid the worst mistakes. You're no longer the target of your teammates' scorn, but you're also far from being a valuable player. It's a bit frustrating, but you're getting better.</p>
<<elseif $techSavvy >= 30 and $techSavvy < 50>>
<p>You play through the game with decent skill, finally getting the hang of the mechanics. You manage to hold your own, and even enjoy yourself as you get more comfortable with the controls and strategies.</p>
<<elseif $techSavvy >= 50 and $techSavvy < 80>>
<p>Your skills are impressive, and your teammates take notice. You're a solid player, contributing to the team's success and even receiving some praise for your performance. Gaming has become a fun and rewarding experience.</p>
<<else>>
<p>You dominate the game, leaving your teammates in awe of your skill. They can't believe how good you are, with some even joking that you must be cheating. You're at the top of your game, and it feels incredible.</p>
<</if>>
[[Return to the computer menu|Computer]]<p>I started browsing the job listing website, and while many of the positions were out of my reach due to age, experience, or skills, I found a few options that might work for me:</p>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<ul>
<li>Job as a leaflet distributor in the park. For details, visit the Hot Dog Cafe.</li>
<li>Job as a waitress at Bean & Blossom Cafe. For details, contact the manager.</li>
<li>Job as a bar assistant at The Rusty Anchor. For details, talk to Robert, the bartender.</li>
</ul>
<p>After considering these options, you decide to either apply for one of these jobs or explore other possibilities.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Return to the computer menu|Computer]]</li>
</ul><p>You sit down at the computer and navigate to the online learning platform. The site offers a variety of courses to improve your skills and knowledge. Here are a few options that catch your eye:</p>
<p>Choose a course to start learning or return to explore other options.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Start the Programming Course ($20 per lesson)|StartProgrammingCourse]]</li>
<li>[[Start the Public Speaking Course ($10 per lesson)|StartPublicSpeakingCourse]]</li>
<li>[[Start the Cooking Course ($10 per lesson)|StartCookingCourse]]</li>
<li>[[Return to the computer menu|Computer]]</li>
</ul><p>You decide to watch a movie. You settle in comfortably and start the film.</p>
<p>The movie plays for a few hours, providing you with some relaxation and entertainment. You enjoy the experience and feel a sense of leisure and escapism as the story unfolds on the screen.</p>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<p>After the movie ends, you feel refreshed and ready to return to other activities.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Return to the computer menu|Computer]]</li>
</ul><p>You decide to indulge in some adult content. You navigate to your favorite adult website and find a video that catches your interest. You sit back and relax, enjoying the visual stimulation as the video plays.</p>
<p>After some time, you finish watching and feel a sense of satisfaction. You close the website and return to your previous activities.</p>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<<set $arousal += 25>>
<<set $arousal to Math.min($arousal, 100)>>
<ul>
<li>[[Return to the computer menu|Computer]]</li>
</ul><p>You decide to start the Programming Course.</p>
<<if $programmingLessonsCompleted < 10>>
<<if $money >= 20>>
<<set $intellect += 1>>
<<set $techSavvy += 1>>
<<set $techSavvy to Math.min($techSavvy, 100)>>
<<set $programmingLessonsCompleted += 1>>
<<set $money -= 20>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
You complete a lesson and pay $10. You have now completed <<print $programmingLessonsCompleted>> lesson(s).
<<else>>
You don't have enough money to pay for the lesson.
<</if>>
<<else>>
You have already completed the maximum number of 10 lessons for this course.
<</if>>
<ul>
<li>[[Return to the computer menu|Computer]]</li>
</ul><p>You decide to start the Public Speaking Course.</p>
<<if $publicSpeakingLessonsCompleted < 10>>
<<if $money >= 10>>
<<set $charisma += 1>>
<<set $publicSpeakingLessonsCompleted += 1>>
<<set $money -= 10>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
You complete a lesson and pay $10. You have now completed <<print $publicSpeakingLessonsCompleted>> lesson(s).
<<else>>
You don't have enough money to pay for the lesson.
<</if>>
<<else>>
You have already completed the maximum number of 10 lessons for this course.
<</if>>
<ul>
<li>[[Return to the computer menu|Computer]]</li>
</ul><p>You decide to start the Cooking Course.</p>
<<if $cookingLessonsCompleted < 10>>
<<if $money >= 10>>
<<set $cooking += 1>>
<<set $cookingLessonsCompleted += 1>>
<<set $money -= 10>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
You complete a lesson and pay $10. You have now completed <<print $cookingLessonsCompleted>> lesson(s).
<<else>>
You don't have enough money to pay for the lesson.
<</if>>
<<else>>
You have already completed the maximum number of 10 lessons for this course.
<</if>>
<ul>
<li>[[Return to the computer menu|Computer]]</li>
</ul><img src="img/locations/home/phone.jpg"/>
The sound of the dripping faucet is driving you to the brink. Grabbing the phone with a sense of urgency, you hastily flip through the worn pages of your phone book, frustration building as each plumber’s number you dial either goes straight to voicemail or rings endlessly without an answer.
After what feels like the hundredth attempt, you finally hear a click on the other end—a plumber picked up. But by now, your patience has completely evaporated.
<span class="heroine">"Finally! Do you know how many damn calls I've made trying to reach someone? I've got a kitchen that's turning into a swimming pool, and if you don't get your ass over here fast, I'll be drowning in it!"</span>
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<source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\1.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
There's a brief pause, and you can hear the plumber hesitating before responding. You don't give him a chance to say much before you cut him off.
<span class="heroine">"Listen, I don't care if you're busy or if it's inconvenient. This is an emergency, and I need it fixed <strong>now</strong>. If you can't handle that, tell me right now so I can find someone who can!"</span>
Your tone is sharp, aggressive, and leaves little room for argument. The plumber, clearly taken aback, tries to assure you that he'll be there as soon as possible, but you're not done yet.
<span class="heroine">"Yeah, you'd better be. And don't you dare be late, or there’ll be hell to pay. I’ve been trying to get this fixed for hours, and I’m not waiting another minute more than I have to!"</span>
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<source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\2.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
With that, you slam the phone down, your anger still simmering as you pace around the room. The minutes tick by agonizingly slowly as you wait, every drop of water from the leaky faucet a maddening reminder of your situation.
Finally, just as your patience is about to snap completely, the doorbell rings. Relief washes over you, but it's mixed with the lingering frustration of the ordeal you've just been through.
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Answer the door|OpenDoorForPlumber]]
</span>
</span>You yank the door open, not even bothering to wait for the second ring of the doorbell. Standing there is a young, muscular man in his early thirties, easily a head taller than you. His broad shoulders fill the doorway, and his confident stance only adds to your irritation. Before he can even say a word, you snap at him, <span class="heroine">"About fucking time you got here! What the hell took you so long?"</span>
He raises an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by your tone, but keeps his cool, nodding slightly as he steps inside. Without waiting for an invitation, you turn on your heel and stomp towards the kitchen, throwing a glare over your shoulder. <span class="heroine">"Move it. The damn sink's been leaking for hours, and now my kitchen's a fucking swamp because of you idiots!"</span>
As you reach the kitchen, you point aggressively at the growing puddle on the floor, your voice dripping with sarcasm. <span class="heroine">"Enjoy your handiwork. You better fix this shit fast, or I swear, I'll have your job for this!"</span>
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<source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\3.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
He sets down his toolkit and begins working silently, but your foul mood is far from subsiding. You stand over him, arms crossed, your eyes burning into the back of his head. <span class="heroine">"Don't just stand there like a fucking idiot. Get it done! What are you, a damn rookie? How hard can it be to fix a goddamn sink?"</span>
The plumber, clearly annoyed but keeping his composure, tries to calm you down. <span class="others">"Ma'am, I’ll take care of it, but I need to do it properly. Rushing won't help."</span>
His calm response only fuels your anger more. You continue to hurl insults, muttering under your breath about how useless the company is and how you can't believe you're stuck dealing with this shit.
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<source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\4.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
Then, just as you're about to unleash another tirade, your phone rings. <span class="heroine">"For fuck's sake, what now?"</span> you hiss, stepping out of the kitchen to answer it. The call turns out to be a telemarketer, which only adds to your frustration. <span class="heroine">"Go fuck yourself!"</span> you shout into the phone before hanging up and storming back to the kitchen.
The sight that greets you nearly sends you over the edge. The plumber is casually perched on your kitchen counter, his phone in hand, chatting away as if he doesn't have a care in the world.
<span class="heroine">"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"</span> you scream, marching up to him. <span class="heroine">"I didn't hire you to sit around like some lazy asshole! Get your shit together, finish the job, and get the hell out of my house!"</span>
He looks down at you, completely unfazed by your outburst, and with a calm but firm tone, interrupts you, <span class="others">"The job’s done. The leak's fixed. $150 for the repair."</span>
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<source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\5.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
You're momentarily stunned, your anger still boiling just below the surface. But now, you have to decide:
<<if $money >= 150>>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Pay the plumber|PayPlumber]]
[[Say you won't pay|NoMoneyForPlumber]]
</span>
</span>
<<else>>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Say you won't pay|NoMoneyForPlumber]]
</span>
</span>
<</if>>You stand there, still fuming, knowing you can't avoid paying. <span class="heroine">"Alright, how much do I owe you for this mess?"</span> you ask, trying to keep your voice from trembling with anger.
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<source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\3.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
The plumber, maintaining his composure, tells you, <span class="others">"$150 for the repair."</span> It’s a standard fee for a basic sink repair.
With an exaggerated sigh, you dig through your wallet and pull out the cash. You shove the money towards him with a look of disgust. <span class="heroine">"Here’s your damn payment. I hope it’s worth it for you to deal with an ungrateful customer like me."</span>
The plumber accepts the money without a word, his expression remaining neutral. <span class="others">"Thank you for your payment. I appreciate it."</span>
You can’t help but continue your tirade. <span class="heroine">"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just make sure you don’t leave a mess behind. I don’t need any more of your crap in my kitchen."</span> You practically shove him towards the door, your patience worn thin.
As he starts to pack up his tools, you stand close by, glaring at him. <span class="heroine">"And don’t you think for a second that I’m going to forget how much of a hassle this was. You better not make a habit of this crap."</span>
The plumber, now visibly eager to leave, quickly finishes up and heads for the door. <span class="others">"I hope the rest of your day goes better."</span>
You follow him, making sure he’s really leaving. <span class="heroine">"Yeah, good riddance. Get out of here and don’t ever come back. I’m done with you and your pathetic excuses."</span>
With a final slam of the door, you watch him walk away, the silence in your kitchen now a small comfort after the storm of frustration.
<<set $sinkFixed = true>>
<<set $money = $money - 150>>
<span class="columns-container">
<span class="column">
[[Return to the living room|Living Room]]
</span>
</span>You stand there, fuming with rage, glaring at the plumber. <span class="heroine">"Are you out of your fucking mind? I’m not paying you a damn cent for this mess!"</span> you shout, your voice filled with venom.
The plumber, trying to stay calm despite your hostility, responds, <span class="others">"$150 for the repair."</span>
You scoff in disbelief, your anger boiling over. <span class="heroine">"Are you serious? I’m not giving you any money. Your so-called 'repair' has been a complete disaster. Your service is worthless!"</span>
The plumber tries to reason with you, but his patience is wearing thin. <span class="others">"I’m not leaving until I get paid. I did the work, and you owe me for it."</span>
Your fury escalates, and you storm up to him, glaring up at his towering figure. <span class="heroine">"Are you fucking kidding me? I told you to get out of my place! You’re nothing but a fucking scam artist. Get the hell out of here and don’t come back!"</span> You shove him with all your might, your face red with anger.
The plumber, towering over you by a good head and a half, stands his ground. Despite your attempts to push him out, he remains unmoved. Driven to his limit, he grabs you by the shoulders with a firm grip, his eyes blazing with frustration. He yanks you roughly towards him, pinning you against him. <span class="others">"Listen, I’m not leaving until I’m paid. You can’t treat people like this and expect them to walk away without compensation."</span>
You’re caught off guard by his sudden aggression, feeling a mix of fear and anger. His close proximity and intense stare only fuel your rage further.
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<source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\6.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
You stand there, trembling with fury, unable to even look at the plumber as he stands behind you. <span class="heroine">"You’re out of your fucking mind! I’m not paying you a damn cent for this mess!"</span> you shout, your voice filled with venom.
The plumber, clearly losing patience but trying to stay composed, responds, <span class="others">"$150 for the repair."</span>
You scoff and sneer, your anger reaching a boiling point. <span class="heroine">"Not a chance. Your so-called 'repair' was a disaster, and you don’t deserve a penny. Get out of my place and never come back!"</span>
The plumber’s expression darkens as he steps closer. <span class="others">"If you won’t pay in cash, I’ll take something else."</span> Before you can react, he roughly grabs you from behind. You feel his hands groping you through your dress, and your heart races with shock and disgust.
He suddenly yanks your dress up, exposing your panties and bare chest. As he begins to grope your exposed body, you try to struggle and hurl insults at him. <span class="heroine">"You sick bastard! Get your filthy hands off me!"</span>
But he doesn’t listen. Instead, he forces his strong hand over your mouth, silencing your protests. You feel his fingers pressing down, his touch violating and relentless, while you squirm and try to push him away.
The plumber continues to touch you without any regard for your dignity, leaving you feeling utterly powerless and humiliated.
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<source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\7.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
The plumber roughly turns you to face him, his grip on your shoulders firm and unyielding. With a menacing look, he forces you down onto your knees, making you feel utterly powerless. <span class="others">“This is what you get for being such a spoiled little shit,”</span> he sneers, his voice dripping with disdain.
You try to avoid eye contact, but he makes sure you can't look away. He begins to unfasten his trousers right in front of your face, his actions brazen and humiliating. <span class="others">“Maybe now you’ll learn some fucking respect,”</span> he taunts as he exposes himself.
Your cheeks flush with embarrassment and anger as he continues to assert his dominance. The situation is degrading beyond belief, and your sense of humiliation deepens with each passing second.
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<source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\8.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
As the plumber finally releases his grip on your mouth, you waste no time launching a new barrage of insults. <span class="heroine">“You pathetic piece of trash! You think you can—”</span> Your words are cut off as he swiftly pulls out his erect member from his trousers and forces it into your open mouth.
You gag and struggle against him, but he doesn’t relent. His grip on your head tightens as he begins to thrust his member forcefully down your throat. <span class="others">“Shut the fuck up and take it, you worthless cunt!”</span> he growls, his voice filled with a cruel satisfaction.
The situation becomes unbearably degrading as he continues to push deeper, ignoring your muffled protests and the tears streaming down your face. Your attempts to retaliate are futile against his overpowering presence, and the humiliation of the act leaves you feeling utterly violated and powerless.
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<source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\9.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
For a brief moment, he pulls his member out of your mouth, smirking down at you with a sadistic grin. He taps it roughly against your lips, making you wince at the sensation. <span class="others">“Look at you, all mouth and no respect,”</span> he taunts with a mocking tone. Then, without warning, he shoves it back into your mouth, but this time, he avoids your throat.
Instead, he begins to push it against the inside of your cheek, stretching your mouth and forcing you to feel every inch of him. He slaps his member against your cheek repeatedly, the sound echoing with each cruel impact. <span class="others">“How’s this for a lesson, you worthless bitch? Try not to choke on it this time!”</span>
The humiliation and discomfort mount as he continues this demeaning act. Eventually, he grows impatient and thrusts deeply into your throat once more. The sudden pressure causes tears to spring to your eyes as you struggle to breathe, your face flushed with both shame and the effort of trying to endure his brutal assault.
The plumber’s harsh thrusts and degrading comments make the situation unbearably humiliating, leaving you feeling utterly violated and powerless.
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<source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\10.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
He abruptly pulls his member out of your mouth, leaving you gasping for breath. With a cruel smirk, he forces your head down, guiding you lower. <span class="others">“Since you’ve been such a little bitch, why don’t you show me how well you can clean up?”</span> he sneers.
You’re forced to lower your head and begin licking his sweaty, salty balls. The taste is rancid, and the heat from his skin only adds to your humiliation. He mocks you further as you work, <span class="others">“That’s right, you filthy whore. Lick them clean like the pathetic slut you are. I bet you’ve never had to do something this degrading before.”</span>
He continues to taunt you, his voice dripping with contempt. <span class="others">“Make sure you get every last drop of my sweat. I want to see you grovel and beg for mercy. Show me how much you really deserve to be treated like this!”</span>
The combination of his taunts and the degrading act leaves you feeling utterly humiliated and dehumanized, as you’re forced to endure the lowest form of servitude.
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</video>
He revels in the pleasure of feeling your tongue work on his sweaty, salty balls, clearly enjoying every moment of your degradation. With a satisfied grin, he pulls his member out of your mouth and looks down at you with contempt.
<span class="others">“Good little whore,”</span> he sneers, <span class="others">“Now open that filthy mouth of yours and stick out your tongue.”</span> His voice drips with mockery as he watches you comply, your tongue trembling with humiliation.
He takes his erect member and begins to slap it against your outstretched tongue, each smack resonating with a degrading sound. <span class="others">“How does that feel, you pathetic slut? Get used to it, this is all you’re good for,”</span> he taunts, enjoying the way his cock smacks against your tongue.
The combination of his taunts and the cruel, mocking act only deepens your sense of shame and violation, making you feel more degraded with each passing moment.
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<source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\12.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
He seized our hair in a brutal grip, yanking our heads back as he dragged us across the room like a plaything. His cock, glistening with our drool, was shoved roughly against our tongues, forcing us to taste him as he mocked our helplessness. He didn't just grab our hair; he used it to lift us up, a painful reminder of his control, before roughly yanking our dress down once more, exposing our trembling bodies to his gaze. His hands were everywhere, groping our breasts and pussy through the flimsy barrier of our panties, his touch a cruel tease that sent waves of humiliation through us.
With a wicked grin, he spun us around, slamming our bodies against the cold, hard surface of the kitchen table. The impact left us dazed, but he gave no time for recovery. In one swift, savage motion, he ripped our panties away, leaving us utterly exposed and vulnerable to his every whim. His mouth descended between our thighs, his tongue invading our pussy as he drenched it with his saliva. Just as we began to surrender to the sensation, he pulled away abruptly, leaving us aching and desperate. Without warning, he slapped us hard on the ass, the sting of the blow searing into our skin and leaving a bright red mark as a reminder of our place beneath him.
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<source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\13.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
I remained bent over, my body trembling as I leaned against the kitchen table, utterly exposed and at his mercy. He wasted no time, thrusting into my pussy with brutal force, each motion sending a jolt of pain and shame through me. His cock stretched me, filling me completely as he pounded me with relentless, harsh strokes, each one a reminder of my helplessness.
<span class="others">"You're nothing but a slut, aren't you?"</span> he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt as he thrust deeper, the sound of his hips slapping against my ass echoing through the room. <span class="others">"Bent over like a bitch in heat, just begging for it. Is this all you're good for?"</span>
Each thrust felt like a violation, his savage movements reducing me to nothing more than a hole for his pleasure. The degrading words cut deep, his voice a constant reminder of how powerless I was.
<span class="others">"Look at you, taking it like the filthy whore you are,"</span> he spat, his hands gripping my hips so tightly it hurt. <span class="others">"You're nothing but a toy for me to use, a fuckhole made for my cock. Tell me, how does it feel to be fucked like the worthless slut you are?"</span>
His words burned as much as the brutal rhythm of his thrusts, each one driving home the reality of my situation. Bent over, fucked, and humiliated, I could do nothing but endure, every degrading insult and painful thrust reducing me further into submission.
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<source src="img\events\home\kitchen\plumber\14.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
He grabbed me by the neck, his grip tightening as he slammed my face against the cold kitchen table, forcing me to submit completely. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck as he leaned in, a sadistic grin spreading across his face. Without warning, he shoved a finger into my cheek, prying my mouth open.
<span class="others">"Open wide, slut. You’re going to take everything I give you,"</span> he growled, his voice thick with contempt. He added another finger, stretching my mouth painfully wide, making me feel small and helpless.
His other hand found its way to my mouth as well, shoving more fingers inside, forcing my lips apart even further. My mouth was stretched open, gagging on his fingers as he continued to fuck me, each brutal thrust driving me deeper into a haze of humiliation.
<span class="others">"Look at you, drooling all over my fingers like the filthy little whore you are,"</span> he mocked, his tone dripping with cruelty. <span class="others">"You love being used like this, don’t you? Just a dumb bitch who’s good for nothing but spreading her legs and opening her mouth."</span>
The rough invasion of my mouth with his fingers, combined with the relentless pounding of his cock, made me feel utterly degraded. He kept thrusting into me, his fingers pulling at my lips, forcing them to stay open, while his hips slammed into my ass over and over again. I was nothing but a toy for his amusement, gagging and drooling around his fingers as he violated me in every way.
<span class="others">"That’s it, keep your mouth open like the obedient slut you are,"</span> he sneered, his voice laced with satisfaction as he continued to fuck me, each degrading word sinking deep into my soul. <span class="others">"You’re nothing but my filthy little fucktoy, and you’re going to take everything I give you, whether you like it or not."</span>
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After he had his fill of playing with me in the kitchen, he grabbed me by the neck again, his grip firm and unyielding, dragging me towards the living room. I stumbled along, unable to resist, until he suddenly shoved me forward, sending me crashing onto the couch. I fell onto it, my body limp and compliant as I tried to catch my breath, but he gave me no time to recover.
He roughly lifted my ass into the air, forcing me onto all fours, positioning me like the pathetic, obedient slut he saw me as. I could feel his eyes on me, filled with nothing but disdain and lust, as he lined himself up behind me. Without hesitation, he slammed into me, his cock driving deep inside, each thrust more brutal than the last.
<span class="others">"Look at you, presenting that worthless ass like a bitch in heat,"</span> he spat, his voice filled with disgust. <span class="others">"This is exactly where you belong, on all fours, begging to be fucked. Isn’t that right, slut?"</span>
I could only gasp as he continued to pound into me, his hands gripping my hips so hard it felt like he was trying to leave a mark. Every brutal thrust sent waves of pain and humiliation through me, each one a reminder of how completely I was at his mercy.
<span class="others">"You're nothing but a cheap whore, aren’t you? This is all you’re good for,"</span> he snarled, emphasizing his words with a vicious slap to my ass that stung like fire. The impact sent a jolt of pain through me, and he laughed at my reaction, enjoying every moment of my degradation.
<span class="others">"Take it, slut. Take every inch of my cock like the filthy little bitch you are,"</span> he growled, his pace unrelenting. <span class="others">"You love being fucked like this, don’t you? Bent over like the worthless fucktoy you’ve always been."</span>
With each painful slap to my ass, he drove his point home, his words cutting deep as he fucked me harder and faster. I was completely at his mercy, my body responding to his every command, reduced to nothing more than an object for his pleasure.
<span class="others">"That’s it, keep that ass up, slut,"</span> he ordered, his voice filled with cruel satisfaction. <span class="others">"You’re going to take it all, and you’re going to love every second of it, because that’s all you’re good for—being my personal fucktoy, nothing more."</span>
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As he continued to fuck me from behind, his thrusts relentless and brutal, he shoved two fingers into my mouth without warning. <span class="others">"Lick them clean, slut,"</span> he ordered, his voice dripping with authority. I had no choice but to obey, my tongue swirling around his fingers as he continued to pound into me. The taste of his skin filled my mouth, a constant reminder of my submission, as he forced me to perform this degrading act.
<span class="others">"Good little whore, that's it. You're only good for following orders, aren't you?"</span> he sneered, watching as I licked his fingers, my mouth stretched wide around them. The humiliation burned in my chest, but I was powerless to resist.
He suddenly removed his fingers and grabbed me by the throat, his grip tight and unforgiving as he slammed his cock into me even harder. My breath caught in my throat as he squeezed, the pressure making my head spin. Despite the choking grip, I found myself spitting out insults, trying to regain some semblance of control.
<span class="others">"Shut your filthy mouth,"</span> he growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble. Before I could say another word, he clamped his hand over my mouth, silencing me completely. My muffled protests were useless as he used his other hand to hold me in place, his hips driving into me with renewed force.
<span class="others">"You really don’t know when to keep quiet, do you, slut?"</span> he taunted, his voice thick with sadistic pleasure. <span class="others">"But it doesn't matter. I’ll fuck that defiance out of you, one way or another."</span>
His pace quickened, each thrust more brutal than the last as he fucked me with a new level of intensity. The pressure of his hand over my mouth only heightened my helplessness, my muffled cries mixing with the sound of his hips slamming into me.
<span class="others">"You're nothing but a noisy little whore who needs to be put in her place,"</span> he hissed, his breath hot against my ear as he leaned over me. <span class="others">"And I'll make sure you know exactly what you are—just a fucktoy for me to use, nothing more."</span>
He kept his hand firmly over my mouth, stifling any sound I tried to make, while his other hand gripped my throat, his fingers digging into my skin. The pain, the choking, the relentless fucking—it all blurred together into a haze of humiliation and submission. He was in complete control, and there was nothing I could do but take it, every degrading word and brutal thrust driving me deeper into the reality of my situation.
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He suddenly grabbed me by the throat, his fingers digging into my skin as he yanked me up from the couch with a rough, brutal strength. I barely had time to catch my breath before he forced me down onto my knees, his grip on my neck unyielding.
<span class="others">"Get down where you belong, slut,"</span> he growled, his voice filled with disdain as he towered over me, holding me in place. My knees hit the floor hard, the impact sending a jolt of pain through me, but he gave me no time to recover. With a cruel smirk, he shoved his cock towards my face, the unspoken command clear.
<span class="others">"Open your mouth, whore,"</span> he ordered, his voice leaving no room for disobedience. I hesitated for just a second, but his grip on my throat tightened, cutting off my air until I had no choice but to comply. My lips parted, and he thrust his cock inside, filling my mouth in one swift motion.
<span class="others">"That's it, take it all,"</span> he sneered, forcing me to suck him, my mouth stretched painfully around his length. <span class="others">"You’re nothing but a filthy little cock-sucker, aren’t you? This is exactly what you’re made for."</span>
He kept one hand on my throat, controlling my every movement, while the other tangled in my hair, yanking my head back as he fucked my mouth. I could feel the back of my throat aching as he thrust deeper, his cock hitting the back of my mouth with each brutal stroke.
<span class="others">"Look at you, on your knees like a worthless whore, choking on my cock,"</span> he taunted, his voice dripping with contempt. <span class="others">"You love it, don’t you? Being used like the slut you are, gagging and drooling all over yourself. This is what you’re good for, nothing more."</span>
He pushed deeper, forcing me to take him all the way down, my throat constricting around him as I struggled to breathe. His hand on my throat kept me in place, his grip tight and unyielding as he used my mouth for his pleasure.
<span class="others">"Don’t you dare stop, slut,"</span> he commanded, his tone laced with a cruel satisfaction as he continued to thrust into my mouth. <span class="others">"You’re going to keep sucking until I’m done with you, because that’s all you’re worth—being my personal cock-sleeve, nothing more."</span>
The humiliation was overwhelming, my mind reeling from the degrading words and the painful way he held me in place, forcing me to take every inch. I was completely at his mercy, reduced to nothing more than a toy for him to use, kneeling before him, gagging and choking as he fucked my mouth with a sadistic pleasure.
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The deeper he thrust his cock into my throat, the more uncontrollably the tears streamed down my cheeks. My eyes were red and swollen, my vision blurred by the relentless assault as he forced himself further into my mouth. I could barely breathe, choking on his length as he held me in place, savoring my helplessness.
<span class="others">"Look at you, crying like the pathetic little whore you are,"</span> he sneered, pulling his cock out just long enough for me to gasp for air, only to shove it back in again. <span class="others">"You can’t even handle a real cock, can you? Just a weak, useless slut who’s only good for one thing."</span>
Finally, he pulled out completely, his cock slick with my saliva, and stared down at me with a cruel smirk. <span class="others">"Enough of that,"</span> he ordered, his voice dripping with disdain. <span class="others">"Get down there and lick my balls, like the obedient little bitch you are."</span>
My throat was raw and aching from the brutal treatment, and the thought of taking him back into my mouth was almost unbearable. But I knew I had no choice. I had to obey. Without hesitation, I lowered my head and began to lick his balls, my tongue running over the salty, sweaty skin as I tried to appease him.
<span class="others">"That’s more like it, slut,"</span> he said, his tone mocking as he watched me humiliate myself further. <span class="others">"Lick them clean. Get every last drop of sweat off, you filthy whore."</span>
The taste of his sweat filled my mouth, and I could feel the bile rising in my throat, but I forced myself to keep going. My tongue worked over every inch of his balls, desperate to avoid his wrath, knowing that refusing would only lead to more punishment.
<span class="others">"You better do a good job, slut,"</span> he warned, his voice a low, menacing growl. <span class="others">"You don’t want to disappoint me, do you? After all, this is what you’re made for—serving me, pleasing me, no matter how disgusting it is."</span>
My tears continued to flow as I licked and sucked his balls, the humiliation overwhelming. Every degrading word, every demeaning command, drove home the reality of my situation. I was nothing to him but an object to be used, my worth measured only by how well I could please him. My body trembled as I continued to lick, my spirit crushed beneath the weight of his cruel words and the degrading task he forced me to perform.
<span class="others">"Good little whore,"</span> he sneered, his hand resting heavily on the back of my head, forcing me to stay in place. <span class="others">"Maybe you’re finally learning your place—on your knees, licking my balls like the worthless bitch you are."</span>
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But just as I thought it might be over, he roughly grabbed the back of my head and shoved his cock deep into my throat again. I gagged as he pushed it further than before, forcing me to take every inch. Tears streamed down my face, my eyes wide with a mix of fear and pain as he held me there, his cock buried deep in my throat.
<span class="others">"Did you really think you were done, slut?"</span> he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. <span class="others">"I’m not finished with you yet. You’re going to take every bit of me, and you’re going to fucking like it."</span>
I could barely breathe, my throat on fire from the brutal treatment, but he didn’t care. He kept me there, his hand gripping my hair tightly as he thrust into my mouth with a cruel, unrelenting rhythm. The sound of my muffled gagging only seemed to spur him on, his pleasure evident in the sadistic smile on his face.
<span class="others">"That’s right, choke on it, you filthy whore,"</span> he growled, his words cutting deep as he continued to use my mouth. <span class="others">"This is all you’re good for—taking my cock down your worthless throat."</span>
Finally, he pulled out, leaving me gasping for air, my throat raw and aching. But he wasn’t done with me. With a sudden, brutal motion, he yanked me to my feet, his hands rough and unforgiving as he stripped me of my dress. The fabric tore as he ripped it from my body, leaving me standing there in nothing but my shoes.
<span class="others">"You think you deserve to wear anything, slut?"</span> he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. <span class="others">"You’re nothing but a naked, pathetic bitch, exposed for exactly what you are—a worthless piece of meat."</span>
He didn’t stop there. He quickly removed my shoes, his touch harsh and unkind, leaving me completely naked and vulnerable before him. I stood there, trembling and humiliated, my body on full display for his cruel gaze. He looked me up and down, his eyes lingering on my small, trembling breasts.
<span class="others">"What a joke,"</span> he spat, his voice filled with contempt. <span class="others">"These pathetic little tits of yours are hardly worth noticing. You think you have anything to offer? Look at them—barely even a handful. You’re nothing but a flat-chested, worthless whore."</span>
He reached out and roughly squeezed my breasts, his touch cruel and mocking. <span class="others">"These tiny things are just a pathetic joke. You’re only good for spreading your legs and taking my cock, nothing more. Look at you—naked and useless, with nothing but a pair of tiny tits to show for it."</span>
He stepped closer, his eyes raking over my exposed body with a mixture of lust and disdain. <span class="others">"Get ready, slut,"</span> he warned, his voice low and menacing. <span class="others">"Because I’m not done with you yet. Not by a long shot."</span>
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He settled into the couch and roughly pulled me on top of him, positioning me so that my legs were thrown over his thighs. Without any hesitation, he began to fuck me with a ruthless, aggressive pace as I straddled him, my body bouncing up and down with each brutal thrust.
<span class="others">"Look at you, riding me like the filthy little whore you are,"</span> he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. <span class="others">"You think you’re in control up there? You're nothing but my personal cock-sleeve, taking every inch I give you."</span>
He gripped my hips tightly, his strong hands digging into my flesh as he spread my ass cheeks apart. The pressure forced my anus open, leaving me feeling even more exposed and vulnerable. I could feel every inch of his cock as it slammed into me, the intensity of his thrusts making it impossible to think about anything other than the overwhelming pleasure and pain.
<span class="others">"Spread those pathetic cheeks wider,"</span> he growled, his voice low and menacing. <span class="others">"I want you to feel every bit of my cock, to know exactly how worthless you are. Your ass is just as useless as those tiny tits of yours."</span>
The humiliation was crushing, his cruel words cutting deep as he continued to use me. His hands moved with a brutal efficiency, pushing my ass cheeks apart further and further as he pounded into me with increasing speed.
<span class="others">"You like that, don’t you, you little slut?"</span> he taunted, his thrusts growing faster and harder. <span class="others">"You’re just a plaything for me, to be used and discarded. My cock is the only thing you’re good for."</span>
His pace quickened, each thrust driving me harder into him as he dominated me completely. The sound of his harsh breathing and the rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh filled the room, a constant reminder of my degradation.
<span class="others">"Keep riding, you worthless whore,"</span> he ordered, his voice filled with sadistic pleasure. <span class="others">"Don’t you dare stop. Show me how well you can take my cock, how you’re nothing but a toy for my enjoyment."</span>
His relentless pounding and the cruel, mocking words made it clear that my only purpose was to be used for his pleasure, my own desires and dignity completely irrelevant. I was left there, trembling and utterly humiliated, my body fully at his mercy as he continued to use me without any regard for my own needs.
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He slapped my ass hard and repeatedly, his hand coming down with brutal force until my cheeks were reddened and stinging. Each strike was followed by the relentless rhythm of me bouncing on his cock, my body jostling with every punishing thrust he gave.
<span class="others">"Look at you,"</span> he sneered, his voice filled with contempt. <span class="others">"Red and raw, just how I like it. You’re nothing but a plaything for me, bouncing up and down on my cock like the pathetic little slut you are."</span>
With a sudden, rough motion, he tossed my body off of him, the force of it making me stumble. He looked at me with a cruel, mocking smile, his eyes full of disdain. <span class="others">"Get down there and suck my cock again,"</span> he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.
I quickly complied, positioning myself on my knees and opening my mouth to take him in. He seized my head with a firm grip, his hands harsh and unforgiving as he forced my mouth down onto his cock. He began to thrust into my throat with a brutal, relentless pace, using my mouth for his pleasure.
<span class="others">"That’s it, slut,"</span> he growled, his voice dripping with satisfaction. <span class="others">"Suck my cock and choke on it. You’re nothing but a filthy little whore who exists to take my cock down your throat."</span>
He controlled my head with a vicious grip, pushing me down further with each thrust. The sensation of him fucking my throat was overwhelming, my gag reflexes struggling to keep up with his merciless rhythm. The force of his thrusts made me gag and choke, but he showed no mercy, only increasing his pace.
<span class="others">"Keep sucking, you pathetic little bitch,"</span> he taunted, his voice harsh and mocking. <span class="others">"You’re here to serve me, nothing more. Your throat is just a hole for me to use. Show me how well you can take it, or else I’ll make it even worse."</span>
His cruel words and rough treatment made it clear that my only worth was in how well I could please him, my own comfort and dignity completely irrelevant. I was left there, struggling to keep up with his demands, feeling utterly degraded and used.
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When he was finally satisfied with how I’d taken his cock in my mouth, he roughly shoved me back into position on top of him. He guided me into a riding position, my legs straddling his thighs, and began to fuck me with a brutal intensity. His hands gripped my waist tightly, holding me in place as he thrust into me.
<span class="others">"Look at you, riding me like the pathetic whore you are,"</span> he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. <span class="others">"You're nothing but a toy for my pleasure. Bounce up and down on my cock and show me how well you can take it."</span>
With each thrust, he lifted my body and then slammed me back down onto his cock, making sure I felt every inch of him. My feet dangled uselessly from his thighs, adding to my sense of vulnerability and helplessness.
<span class="others">"You're just a filthy little slut,"</span> he growled, his voice harsh and mocking. <span class="others">"This is all you’re good for—letting me use you like a toy. Your body’s just a plaything for me, and you better fucking enjoy it."</span>
He continued to pound into me with a relentless rhythm, his grip on my waist tightening as he drove me down onto his cock with increasing force. The rough treatment and his degrading words left me feeling humiliated and completely at his mercy.
<span class="others">"Keep riding me, you worthless bitch,"</span> he ordered, his voice full of sadistic pleasure. <span class="others">"Show me how well you can take my cock, how you’re nothing but a hole for me to use. If you’re lucky, maybe I’ll let you off easy."</span>
His relentless thrusting and cruel taunts made it clear that my only purpose was to serve his desires, my own needs and dignity completely disregarded.
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He lifted me so high by the waist that his cock slipped out of my pussy, leaving me momentarily exposed. With a cruel grin, he ordered me to turn around. I scrambled to comply, positioning myself on top of him again in a reverse cowgirl position, my ass now facing him.
<span class="others">"Get back on me, slut,"</span> he commanded, his voice dripping with disdain. <span class="others">"Show me how eager you are to please. I want to see that pathetic little ass of yours bouncing for me."</span>
As soon as I settled onto him, he started fucking me again with a relentless speed. His cock plunged into my pussy with brutal force, driving me downward with each thrust. My small breasts bounced up and down with the violent rhythm, the motion only adding to my humiliation.
<span class="others">"Look at you,"</span> he taunted, his voice filled with scorn. <span class="others">"Such a desperate little whore, eager to ride my cock. Your tiny tits are just a pathetic afterthought, bouncing up and down while I use you like the worthless toy you are."</span>
He gripped my hips firmly, pulling me down onto his cock with each powerful thrust. <span class="others">"You’re nothing but a cheap little slut, here to be fucked and discarded,"</span> he sneered. <span class="others">"Your only purpose is to take my cock and look pretty while you do it. Now ride me harder."</span>
The combination of his degrading remarks and the brutal pace of his thrusts left me feeling completely objectified and used, my body a mere plaything for his pleasure.
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He pulled me off his cock as if I were some kind of detachable accessory, and tossed me roughly onto the edge of the sofa, leaving me sprawled on my back. Without a moment's hesitation, he started driving his cock back into my pussy, each thrust aggressive and punishing.
<span class="others">"You think you’re done already, slut?"</span> he sneered, his voice filled with disdain. <span class="others">"You’re here to take my cock until I’m satisfied. Now spread your legs and let me see how well you can handle it."</span>
As he fucked me with relentless force, one of my feet dangled helplessly in front of his face. He looked at it with a twisted grin, his eyes full of malicious amusement. Without warning, he began to lick and kiss my foot, his tongue dragging over the skin in a crude and degrading manner.
<span class="others">"Look at you,"</span> he taunted, his voice dripping with contempt. <span class="others">"Not only are you a pathetic little whore, but now your feet are just another part of my playground. You think your tiny feet are worth anything? They’re just here for me to enjoy while I use you however I want. You’re so fucking useless that I can’t even bother to keep my cock in your cunt without making you endure this too."</span>
His tongue worked over my foot with a sickening mixture of mockery and desire, each swipe reminding me of my total lack of control. He continued to pound into me, the brutality of his thrusts making it clear that my only purpose was to be used and humiliated in every possible way.
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He grabbed me by the neck and threw me roughly onto the floor, positioning me on my knees with a harsh shove.
<span class="others">"Look at you, on your knees like the pathetic little slut you are,"</span> he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. <span class="others">"You think you’re deserving of anything more? Now lick my balls and show me how well you can serve me."</span>
I obeyed without hesitation, my tongue working over his balls as he began to jerk off his cock, the rhythm of his hand quick and purposeful. He looked down at me with a cruel grin, his eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction and contempt.
<span class="others">"That’s right, you’re nothing but a tool for my pleasure,"</span> he taunted, his voice harsh. <span class="others">"Your only job is to make me feel good, whether it’s with your mouth or your pathetic little body. Keep licking and don’t stop until I tell you."</span>
His words cut deep as he continued to pleasure himself, my efforts to satisfy him clearly just a small part of his enjoyment. The humiliating position and his cruel remarks left me feeling utterly degraded and completely at his mercy.
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He grabbed me by the hair, forcing my head back as he ordered me to stick out my tongue. With a cruel smirk, he began to shoot his cum all over my face, the hot liquid splattering across my skin.
<span class="others">"Look at you,"</span> he sneered, his voice dripping with scorn. <span class="others">"Just a pathetic little slut getting covered in my cum. You really think you’re worth anything more?"</span>
Once he was done, he commanded me to clean his cock from the residue. I immediately began to suck him, my lips working diligently to remove every trace of his cum.
<span class="others">"That’s right,"</span> he taunted, his voice harsh and mocking. <span class="others">"Suck it clean like the good little whore you are. Your only value is in how well you can serve me."</span>
He roughly took hold of my head again, his grip unforgiving as he shoved his cock deep into my throat. He pushed me down to the very base, forcing my lips and chin to press against his balls.
<span class="others">"Choke on it, you worthless bitch,"</span> he growled, his voice filled with sadistic pleasure. <span class="others">"That’s right, take it all. You’re nothing but a hole for me to use, and you better fucking remember it."</span>
His relentless thrusting and degrading remarks made it clear that my only purpose was to please him in whatever way he desired, leaving me feeling utterly objectified and humiliated.
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When he finished with me, he left for the shower, and I fell onto the sofa, utterly spent and unable to move. My body trembled as I lay there, overwhelmed by exhaustion and humiliation. I began to cry softly, my sobs barely muffled as I curled up on the couch. The weight of what had just happened was crushing, and I couldn’t stop myself from whining and whimpering, feeling utterly degraded.
As he emerged from the shower, he looked at me with a cruel smirk and started getting dressed. His words cut deep, each one a reminder of my complete worthlessness.
<span class="others">"You really are a piece of work, you know that?"</span> he taunted, his voice dripping with scorn. <span class="others">"If you’d just paid for the repairs, you wouldn’t have ended up like this—lying here like a pathetic, used-up slut. But no, you thought you could avoid your responsibilities and get away with it."</span>
He glanced at me with a mix of disgust and amusement, clearly relishing in my misery. <span class="others">"Look at you, sobbing and sniveling like the worthless little bitch you are. You're just here to serve me and get used up. And now, you get to lie here and wallow in your own mess because you couldn’t handle your shit."</span>
He finished dressing with a final, disdainful look at my crumpled form. As he stormed out, he slammed the door behind him with a deafening crash, leaving me alone in my misery. I stumbled to my feet on shaky legs, barely managing to close the door. My tears flowed freely as I collapsed back onto the sofa, feeling the full weight of my humiliation and defeat.
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[[Get off the couch|Living Room]]<p>I open my email, half-expecting to see something new, but the inbox is disappointingly empty. Not a single new message.</p>
<<if $rileyConversation and !$rileyEmailRead and ($dayNumber - $rileyLastContact) >= 1>>
<p>But wait, there's an email from someone with the initials RB. It looks like Riley has sent me a message.</p>
[[Read Riley's email|RileyEmail]]
<<elseif $viewerCount > 100 and !$subscriberEmailRead>>
<p>But wait, there's one unread message from a subscriber...</p>
[[Read the subscriber's email|SubscriberEmail]]
<<elseif $webcamViewerCount > 200 and !$highViewerEmailRead>>
<p>But hold on, there's an email with the subject line: "I really love your streams."</p>
[[Read the fan email|FanEmail]]
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<p>With a sigh, I close the email.</p>
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<p>I set up my stream, positioning the webcam just right and testing the microphone. Everything is ready to go.</p>
[[Start streaming with webcam and microphone|StreamWithWebcamAndMic]]
<<else>>
<p>I realize I don't have a webcam or microphone. I'll have to stream without them.</p>
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<p>You start your stream with both a Webcam and a Microphone. The setup is complete, and you're ready to go live.</p>
<p>As you begin streaming, you notice the viewer count:</p>
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<<set _newViewers = Math.floor(Math.random() * 3) + 3>>
<<elseif $charisma >= 20 && $charisma < 30>>
<<set _newViewers = Math.floor(Math.random() * 4) + 6>>
<<elseif $charisma >= 30 && $charisma < 40>>
<<set _newViewers = Math.floor(Math.random() * 4) + 10>>
<<elseif $charisma >= 40 && $charisma < 60>>
<<set _newViewers = Math.floor(Math.random() * 7) + 14>>
<<elseif $charisma >= 60 && $charisma < 80>>
<<set _newViewers = Math.floor(Math.random() * 30) + 21>>
<<else>>
<<set _newViewers = Math.floor(Math.random() * 101) + 50>>
<</if>>
<<set $viewerCount += _newViewers>>
<<set $earnings = Math.floor($viewerCount / 10) * 4>>
<p>Current viewers: <<print $viewerCount>></p>
<<if _newViewers > 0>>
<p>It seems like you gained <<print _newViewers>> new viewers. Keep it up!</p>
<<else>>
<p>Unfortunately, no new viewers joined your stream this time.</p>
<</if>>
<p>You have earned <<print $earnings>> dollars from this stream.</p>
<<set $money += $earnings>>
<p>Your streaming session is taking time. Be sure to keep an eye on the clock as you go live.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[End the stream|Computer]]</li>
</ul><<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<p>I started the stream, the familiar interface of the streaming platform flickering to life. Without a webcam or microphone, it was just the game on the screen and my silent presence in the background. I watched the viewer count, hoping for at least one person to join, but the number stubbornly stayed at 0. No one was interested in a stream without any interaction. I sat there for what felt like forever, staring at the empty chat box, the silence only broken by the game's background noise.</p>
[[End the stream|Computer]]<<if $discountEventTriggered>>
<<if $money >= 48>>
<<set $money -= 48>>
<<if !$inventory.includes("Webcam")>>
<<set $inventory.push("Webcam")>>
<</if>>
You buy a Webcam for $48 after applying your discount and add it to your inventory.
<<else>>
You don't have enough money to buy the Webcam with the discount applied.
<</if>>
<<else>>
<<if $money >= 60>>
<<set $money -= 60>>
<<if !$inventory.includes("Webcam")>>
<<set $inventory.push("Webcam")>>
<</if>>
You buy a Webcam for $60 and add it to your inventory.
<<else>>
You don't have enough money to buy the Webcam.
<</if>>
<</if>>
[[Go back to the store|BrowseMallElectronicsStore]]<<if $discountEventTriggered>>
<<if $money >= 160>>
<<set $money -= 160>>
<<if !$inventory.includes("Microphone")>>
<<set $inventory.push("Microphone")>>
<</if>>
You buy a Microphone for $160 after applying your discount and add it to your inventory.
<<else>>
You don't have enough money to buy the Microphone with the discount applied.
<</if>>
<<else>>
<<if $money >= 200>>
<<set $money -= 200>>
<<if !$inventory.includes("Microphone")>>
<<set $inventory.push("Microphone")>>
<</if>>
You buy a Microphone for $200 and add it to your inventory.
<<else>>
You don't have enough money to buy the Microphone.
<</if>>
<</if>>
[[Go back to the store|BrowseMallElectronicsStore]]<p>As I open my email, a new message catches my eye. It's from a user I don't recognize, but the subject line is crude enough to grab my attention. With a mix of curiosity and apprehension, I click on it.</p>
<p><strong>From:</strong> HardcoreFan69<br>
<strong>Subject:</strong> You're a Total Bombshell</p>
<p>"Hey sexy,</p>
<p>Just wanted to say, you're one hot piece of ass. Every time you stream, I've got a rock-hard boner that just won't quit. It's a damn shame you're wasting all that hotness on this boring-ass gaming site. You've got those perfect tits and that tight little body just begging to be shown off. If you ditched this lame gaming crap and started doing some real webcam shows, showing off those juicy tits and spreading that sweet pussy, you'd be rolling in cash in no time.</p>
<p>Think about it, babe. Guys would be throwing money at you just to catch a glimpse of that perfect body. You could be a fucking superstar. Don't waste that sexy ass of yours. The world needs to see what you've got."</p>
<p>I stare at the screen, a mix of emotions churning inside me. The words are crude, vulgar, and degrading, yet there's something dangerously tempting in the promise of easy money. But is it worth the cost?</p>
<<set $subscriberEmailRead = true>>
[[Close email|Computer]]<p>The email from that subscriber was crude, vulgar, and downright disrespectful. But as much as I wanted to dismiss it, his words stuck in my mind. The idea of making some quick money through webcam streaming started to seem less and less absurd. After all, if I didn't like it, I could always stop, right?</p>
<p>Money's been tight lately, and this could be an easy way to make some extra cash. I decided to give it a try—just once, to see how it feels. I registered on a popular webcam site, making sure to block my stream from being visible to anyone in my country and the neighboring ones. With everything set up, all that was left was to press the button and go live.</p>
<<if !$firstWebcamStreamDone>>
[[Start your first webcam stream|FirstWebcamStream]]
<<elseif !$secondWebcamStreamDone>>
[[Start your second webcam stream|SecondWebcamStream]]
<<elseif $secondWebcamStreamDone>>
<<if $thirdWebcamStreamDone>>
[[Start another webcam stream|AnotherWebcamStream]]
<<elseif $inventory.includes("Vibrator") && $inventory.includes("Dildo") && $inventory.includes("Spanking Paddle") && $inventory.includes("Nipple Clamps") && $inventory.includes("Anal Plug with Tail")>>
[[Start your third webcam stream|ThirdWebcamStream]]
<<else>>
<p>I promised to buy adult toys for the new stream. I could get them at the sex shop in the city center.</p>
[[Go back|Computer]]
<</if>>
<</if>><p>I wasn’t entirely sure this was the right decision. The idea of exposing myself in this way gnawed at my conscience, leaving me feeling vulnerable and conflicted. But it was too late to back out now—the stream was live, and there was no turning back.</p>
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<source src="img\events\home\computer\webcam\first\1.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
<p>I forced myself to smile as I stared into the webcam, trying to mask my nerves with an air of confidence. Every few moments, someone new would enter the stream, their crude comments flooding the chat almost immediately. <span class="others">"Show us your pussy, slut,"</span> one said. Another demanded, <span class="others">"Suck a cock live, you tease."</span> The vulgarity was overwhelming, and I wasn’t ready for any of it. My heart raced as I tried to maintain my composure, but it was obvious I wasn’t meeting their expectations. They would quickly leave, disappointed, calling me a <span class="others">"tease"</span> or <span class="others">"frigid bitch"</span> as they exited. <span class="others">"You’re a fucking disappointment,"</span> one scolded. <span class="others">"I thought you were gonna be hotter,"</span> said another before disappearing.</p>
<p>But not everyone was so demanding. A few viewers sent me small amounts of tokens, asking for nothing in return or simply requesting a smile. <span class="others">"Just show us your pretty face,"</span> one wrote, and another simply sent tokens with the message, <span class="others">"You’re cute, keep smiling."</span> It wasn’t the windfall the subscriber had promised, but it wasn’t as terrible as I’d imagined either. In fact, it was almost like sitting on my gaming streams, just with a different crowd. The money, however, was far from impressive—about the same as what I’d earn on the gaming site, and all without the moral anguish I was feeling now.</p>
<p>Just as I was about to end the stream, another viewer joined. He immediately sent me a few tokens, which lifted my spirits a bit. Then, he made a request in the chat: <span class="patron">"Show me your bare foot, and I’ll send more."</span> I hesitated, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. It was such a simple request, but the implications made me uneasy. Still, I decided to go along with it. I slipped off my socks and slowly lifted my foot to the camera, exposing my bare toes. <span class="patron">"That’s it, baby, show me those cute little toes,"</span> he wrote, and true to his word, he sent me the tokens he promised. <span class="patron">"So sexy, more please!"</span> he added.</p>
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<source src="img\events\home\computer\webcam\first\2.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
<p>My screen lit up with another notification—more tokens, this time a larger amount. <span class="patron">"Lick your foot for me,"</span> he wrote. The request caught me off guard, and I wasn’t sure I could go through with it. But the sight of the tokens made me reconsider. After a moment’s pause, I brought my foot to my mouth and hesitantly took my big toe into my mouth, sucking on it gently. The chat exploded with comments: <span class="others">"Good girl,"</span> <span class="others">"Suck it like you’d suck a cock,"</span> <span class="others">"Imagine it’s a big dick in your mouth."</span> I licked each of my toes one by one before taking the big toe back into my mouth, glancing at the screen to see his reaction.</p>
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<source src="img\events\home\computer\webcam\first\3.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
<p>The chat dinged again. <span class="patron">"Put all your toes in your mouth,"</span> he instructed. I complied, feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and curiosity. Before attempting to fit as many toes as I could into my mouth, I first took a moment to lick between each of my toes, savoring the taste of my skin. Then I opened my mouth wide and tried to fit as many toes as I could. <span class="patron">"Show me your foot worship,"</span> he demanded. As I struggled to accommodate all my toes, another viewer entered and immediately began hurling insults. <span class="others">"Look at this pathetic slut,"</span> he typed. <span class="others">"Sucking your own toes like a fucking freak. You’re just a dirty little whore, aren’t you? No one wants to see this. Get a real job, you fucking loser."</span> His words cut deep, and I could feel my cheeks burning with shame. <span class="others">"Keep going, bitch, this is all you’re good for. You think anyone respects you? You’re just a desperate little slut,"</span> he continued. I tried to block out his words, focusing instead on my original viewer who seemed to appreciate my efforts.</p>
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<source src="img\events\home\computer\webcam\first\4.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
<p>After what felt like an eternity, the original viewer sent another burst of tokens, thanking me for the stream. <span class="patron">"You did great, babe,"</span> he wrote. <span class="patron">"Next time, maybe you’ll be brave enough to do more."</span> He threw in a few more obscene comments before saying goodbye and leaving the stream. The other viewer lingered for a moment longer, typing one last message: <span class="others">"Enjoy being a worthless whore, you filthy slut,"</span> before he too exited. I quickly ended the broadcast, feeling a rush of relief wash over me. I couldn’t shake the sense of shame that lingered, but I also couldn’t ignore the fact that I’d earned a total of $200 in tokens during the stream.</p>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<<set $firstWebcamStreamDone = true>>
<<set $money = $money + 200>>
<<set $corruption += 1>>
<<set $arousal += 50>>
<<set $arousal to Math.min($arousal, 100)>>
<p>With a deep breath, I closed the streaming site.</p>
[[Close the webcam site|Computer]]After my first webcam stream turned out to be surprisingly not as terrible as I’d feared and I managed to rake in $200, I eagerly set up for my second stream on the adult site. I was buzzing with excitement, feeling a surge of confidence from the success of the previous broadcast.
This time around, I felt a lot more at ease. The initial nerves had melted away, replaced by a more relaxed attitude towards the viewers’ comments. While I still wasn’t planning on fully disrobing, I was more receptive to their requests and less quick to dismiss them with negativity.
During the stream, a new viewer piped up in the chat: <span class="others">"Show us your feet, please! I bet they’re gorgeous."</span> I couldn’t help but smile at the request. I replied with a playful tone, <span class="heroine">"Oh, you want a peek? You’re in for a treat."</span>
I slowly peeled off my sock, teasingly dragging it down my leg. As I placed my bare foot in front of the camera, I arched it seductively, making sure to give the viewer a full view of the smooth, delicate skin. <span class="heroine">"There you go, sweetie. How do you like that?"</span> I asked, my voice dripping with allure.
I wiggled my toes, each movement deliberate and suggestive. I noticed the chat filling up with appreciative comments and a few explicit requests. One viewer’s message flashed across the screen: <span class="others">"Damn, those toes are hot. Lick them for us!"</span>
I laughed softly and teased back, <span class="heroine">"I see you’ve got a thing for feet, huh? Maybe if you’re a good boy, I’ll give you a little more."</span> I continued to play with my toes, running them lightly against each other, making sure every movement was as seductive as possible. The viewer’s enthusiastic responses only fueled my confidence as I enjoyed the attention and the fun of teasing them.
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<source src="img\events\home\computer\webcam\second\1.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
As I read and responded to the viewers' messages, I kept my bare foot right up near my face. After the experience of my first stream, I had made sure to wash my feet thoroughly before today’s broadcast, and they had a pleasantly clean scent. I could smell the fresh soap and just a hint of my own skin, which made me smile.
Holding my foot up for so long was starting to tire me out, so I decided to rest it gently against my lips. I leaned in, pressing my toes against my mouth, letting my lips brush over the soft skin. I continued to type replies in the chat, my foot subtly shifting against my lips with each keystroke.
I read one viewer’s comment: <span class="others">"Damn, your feet look amazing. I bet they taste just as good."</span> I grinned and typed back, <span class="heroine">"Well, if you’re that curious, you should see how they feel up close. Maybe you’d like a taste, huh?"</span>
Another message popped up: <span class="others">"Can you lick your toes for us? That would be so hot!"</span> I laughed softly, sending back, <span class="heroine">"Oh, you’re just full of requests tonight, aren’t you? I might just have to give you what you want."</span>
I gave my toes a slow, deliberate lick, making sure to exaggerate the movement. I could almost feel the viewers’ excitement through the chat as I continued to engage with them, making my foot an irresistible part of the show.
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<source src="img\events\home\computer\webcam\second\2.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
Finally, I received my first tokens of the day, and a viewer eagerly requested to see what kind of panties I was wearing. I started to get up, but then another message came through: <span class="others">"Lie back and spread your legs, we want a better view of those panties!"</span>
With a playful smirk, I complied, reclining on my back and spreading my legs apart to give them a better look. My panties were a sheer, lacy number, barely concealing the outline of my curves. I glanced at the camera, teasingly adjusting them to show off more of the fabric.
I couldn’t resist running my hands over the smooth material, lightly caressing my pussy through the lace. I moaned softly, my fingers tracing the delicate lace as I looked back at the chat. <span class="heroine">"Is this what you wanted, darling?"</span> I asked, my voice dripping with seductive confidence. <span class="heroine">"Do you like how they look on me? Maybe you’d like me to play a bit more?"</span>
The chat exploded with enthusiastic responses, and I continued to tease, slowly and deliberately, enjoying the thrill of their reactions.
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<source src="img\events\home\computer\webcam\second\3.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
After a while, I received a large donation with a request to show my breasts. Although I still wasn’t planning to undress fully during the stream, treating it more like a game, the request piqued my curiosity. Then, a few more viewers sent tokens with similar demands, urging me to reveal my chest. I hesitated for a moment, but the combined pressure and the thrill of the game convinced me.
With a playful sigh, I slowly unhooked my bra, revealing my small breasts to the camera. I gave a teasing smile as I let the bra fall away, exposing my nipples to the eager viewers. <span class="heroine">"Well, well, it looks like you all really want to see more,"</span> I said with a flirtatious tone. <span class="heroine">"Here you go, just for you."</span>
The reactions were mixed. Some viewers were thrilled, sending appreciative messages and showering me with more tokens. <span class="others">"Damn, those tits are perfect!"</span> one comment read. <span class="others">"You look incredible, keep going!"</span>
But not everyone was kind. Some viewers began to insult me, with harsh comments like, <span class="others">"Is that it? Your tits are a joke!"</span> and <span class="others">"I’ve seen better on a trashy ad. Pathetic!"</span> Another viewer typed, <span class="others">"Your small tits are disgusting. I expected more from you, but you’re just a letdown."</span> Their harsh words stung, but I tried to brush them off, focusing on the positive responses and the thrill of the stream.
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Soon after, I received a flurry of tokens with a request to show my ass. I didn’t hesitate; I was eager to please and keep the stream engaging. I turned around and positioned myself with my back facing the webcam, ensuring that my buttocks were fully in view.
I lay down with my ass up, presenting it to the camera as I slowly began to squeeze and caress my cheeks. <span class="heroine">"You want to see my ass, huh?"</span> I teased, my voice sultry. <span class="heroine">"Well, here it is, all for you."</span>
I spread my cheeks slightly, giving the viewers a clear view of my smooth, rounded backside. I gripped one cheek firmly, giving it a playful jiggle as I continued to touch and tease. <span class="heroine">"Is this what you wanted, baby? I can give you a little more if you’re nice."</span>
As I continued to manipulate and fondle my ass, the chat erupted with comments. Some were enthusiastic, <span class="others">"Damn, that ass looks amazing!"</span> and <span class="others">"Show us more, please!"</span> Others, however, were less kind, with messages like, <span class="others">"Why bother? Your ass is nothing special,"</span> and <span class="others">"I’ve seen better in cheap porno. Pathetic."</span>
Despite the mixed reactions, I kept my focus on the stream, enjoying the thrill of the performance and the rush of keeping my audience entertained.
</video>
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</video>
Soon, I received a generous amount of tokens with a request for me to spank myself. I couldn’t resist the opportunity to keep the viewers engaged and satisfy their desires.
With a playful smirk, I obliged, turning my attention to my own bare ass. I raised one hand and began to spank myself, each smack resounding with a satisfying sound. <span class="heroine">"You want me to spank myself, huh?"</span> I teased, my voice laced with excitement. <span class="heroine">"Well, I’m happy to oblige."</span>
I continued to deliver firm, deliberate spanks, watching as my cheeks reddened with each hit. <span class="heroine">"Is this what you had in mind, darling?"</span> I asked, my voice breathy and seductive. <span class="heroine">"Do you like seeing me make my ass blush?"</span>
As my hand met my skin again and again, I could feel the heat building, and my ass grew increasingly flushed. The chat was alive with reactions—some were thrilled, sending messages like, <span class="others">"Yes, that’s perfect! Keep going!"</span> and <span class="others">"Your ass looks so hot when you spank it!"</span>
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</video>
After spanking myself, I turned around and pressed my ass close to the camera, giving the viewers an even better view. I started to squeeze and spread my cheeks, making sure to show off every curve and detail.
I leaned in, pushing my ass towards the lens, and began to spread my cheeks wide. <span class="heroine">"You want a closer look, huh?"</span> I purred, my voice sultry. <span class="heroine">"How’s this for a view?"</span>
As I continued to manipulate my cheeks, the chat exploded with comments. Some viewers were ecstatic, their messages flying in: <span class="others">"Damn, I can see everything! Those lips are gorgeous!"</span> and <span class="others">"This is so hot, keep spreading!"</span>
However, not everyone was complimentary. A few comments were derogatory: <span class="others">"I can see your pussy lips, slut!"</span> and <span class="others">"Is this what you call a show? Pathetic."</span>
Despite the mix of reactions, I kept up the show, enjoying the thrill of the performance and the responses from my audience.
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</video>
Even though the comments about seeing my pussy lips had made me a bit self-conscious, I pushed through and continued to gyrate my ass in front of the webcam. I kept my movements slow and deliberate, making sure every angle was perfectly captured.
I began to tug at the waistband of my panties, pulling them down just enough to reveal a bit more. <span class="heroine">"You want to see more, huh?"</span> I teased, my voice dripping with seduction. <span class="heroine">"How’s this for an up-close view?"</span>
As I stretched the elastic of my panties, I could see the viewers’ reactions lighting up the chat. Some were thrilled, their messages coming in fast: <span class="others">"Oh damn, I can see your asshole! This is incredible!"</span> and <span class="others">"Fuck yes, show us that tight little hole!"</span> Another viewer commented, <span class="others">"I can see your anal ring! So hot!"</span> while someone else wrote, <span class="others">"Pull those panties down more, I want to see your ass hole up close!"</span>
Others, however, were less kind, with comments like, <span class="others">"Gross, now we can see your butthole. Why even bother?"</span> and <span class="others">"Disgusting. Your ass is nothing special."</span>
Despite the mixed responses, I continued to tease and flaunt, enjoying the buzz of the live stream and the attention from my audience.
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<source src="img\events\home\computer\webcam\second\8.mp4" type="video/mp4">
</video>
Then, I received a donation with a request to suck on my fingers. I moved closer to the camera, my heart racing with excitement. I stuck out my tongue, giving the camera a teasing look, and slowly brought two of my fingers up to my lips.
I slipped them into my mouth, letting my tongue swirl around them as I began to suck and lick them with exaggerated movements. <span class="heroine">"You want to see me suck on my fingers, huh?"</span> I purred, my voice sultry. <span class="heroine">"Well, I’m more than happy to give you a show."</span>
I continued to work my fingers with my mouth, making sure to create as much noise and visual stimulation as possible. I used my free hand to make obscene gestures, simulating oral sex by moving my fingers in and out of my mouth, all while flicking my tongue suggestively.
As I continued to play with my fingers, I saw the chat explode with responses. Some were enthusiastic: <span class="others">"Fuck yes, that’s hot! Keep going!"</span> and <span class="others">"Damn, it looks like you’re giving those fingers a real blowjob!"</span>
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</video>
Then, the moment I’d been waiting for happened: the viewer from my first stream, who had generously tipped me to lick my feet, appeared in the chat again. This time, he didn’t disappoint. He immediately sent a hefty sum of money with a demand that left no room for hesitation.
<span class="patron">"Take those panties off,"</span> he wrote, his message almost like a command.
I hesitated for just a moment, playing up the drama with a flirtatious pout, but the thrill of his generous tip was too tempting. <span class="heroine">"You want me to take them off, huh?"</span> I teased, glancing at the camera with a sultry smile. <span class="heroine">"Well, if you insist..."</span>
Slowly and deliberately, I began to slide my panties down my hips, savoring every second of the show. I wiggled my hips seductively, letting the fabric inch down my legs until it was completely off. I tossed the panties aside and looked back at the camera, giving a playful shrug. <span class="heroine">"There you go. Happy now?"</span>
The chat exploded with reactions. Some viewers were thrilled, sending messages like, <span class="others">"Yes! That’s exactly what I wanted to see!"</span> and <span class="others">"Fuck yes, you look amazing without those panties!"</span>
Others were less impressed, with some comments sneering, <span class="others">"Pathetic, you’re just doing this for money,"</span> and <span class="others">"I expected more from you. This is so boring."</span>
Despite the mixed feedback, I focused on the excitement of the moment and the pleasure of performing, enjoying the rush of the stream and the reactions of my audience.
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</video>
Then, he sent even more tokens, with a clear command: <span class="patron">"Turn around and show me your holes."</span>
Excitement coursed through me as I complied with his request. I spun around, positioning myself with my back to the camera and gave my ass a teasing shake. <span class="heroine">"You want to see my holes, huh?"</span> I purred, my voice dripping with seduction. <span class="heroine">"I’ll give you the best view."</span>
I reached back with one hand and pulled apart my cheeks, stretching them to reveal both my pussy and my asshole in all their detail. I made sure to angle myself just right, giving him an unfiltered view of everything he wanted to see. <span class="heroine">"Here you go, darling,"</span> I said softly. <span class="heroine">"Enjoy the show."</span>
I kept my ass spread open, making sure the camera captured every inch. I could see the chat blowing up with comments. Some were enthusiastic: <span class="others">"Damn, this is exactly what I wanted! You look incredible!"</span> and <span class="others">"Fuck yes, that’s a perfect view of your holes!"</span>
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</video>
Then, he sent even more tokens with a commanding message: <span class="patron">"Lick your feet again."</span>
I grinned, eager to comply. I adjusted the webcam to get a closer shot, ensuring he had the best view possible. I placed my foot right up against the camera and began to lick my big toe, sliding my tongue slowly and deliberately along the length of it.
<span class="heroine">"Is this what you want, baby?"</span> I teased, my voice dripping with seduction. <span class="heroine">"I’ll make sure you get a good show."</span>
I leaned in closer and let a generous amount of saliva pool in my mouth before letting it drip onto my foot. I used my fingers to spread the wetness around, making sure the entire surface of my foot was coated. The camera caught every glistening detail as I rubbed and massaged the saliva into my skin.
<span class="heroine">"Look at how wet and slippery it is,"</span> I purred, showing the camera the glossy, saliva-slicked skin. <span class="heroine">"I hope this gets you all hot and bothered."</span>
The chat erupted with responses. Some viewers were thrilled: <span class="others">"Fuck yes, that’s exactly what I wanted! So hot!"</span> and <span class="others">"Damn, look at how you’re making that foot shine!"</span>
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Hearing the sound of more tokens arriving, I immediately shifted into a playful, seductive mode. I turned my attention back to my foot, which was now up close to the camera. I began to suck on my big toe with exaggerated, sensual movements, making sure to let my tongue swirl around it and create plenty of noise.
<span class="heroine">"Looks like someone’s really enjoying this,"</span> I purred, my voice low and teasing. <span class="heroine">"Let me make it even better for you."</span>
I slowly moved on to lick the rest of my toes, one by one, my tongue sliding between them, savoring the taste and texture. I worked my way across my foot, spreading my toes apart to give the camera the best view. I made sure to focus on the sensitive spots between my toes, giving them extra attention with my eager tongue.
With a mischievous smile, I tried to stuff my whole foot into my mouth, struggling slightly as I attempted to fit as much of it as I could. <span class="heroine">"How’s this for a show?"</span> I teased, my voice muffled as I spoke with my foot in my mouth. <span class="heroine">"You like me sucking on my toes, huh? How about a little more?"</span>
The chat exploded with excitement. Comments like, <span class="others">"Fuck yes, this is amazing! Suck those toes!"</span> and <span class="others">"Damn, you’re so hot. Keep going!"</span> filled the screen.
However, some viewers took a different approach, with comments such as, <span class="others">"Look at you, such a dirty little slut, licking your own feet,"</span> and <span class="others">"Your feet are pathetic, but I love how desperate you are."</span> Another viewer wrote, <span class="others">"Ugh, gross. Is this all you’ve got? So typical of a cheap slut."</span>
Despite the harsh remarks, I maintained my focus on the performance, enjoying the thrill of the moment and the attention from my viewers.
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I began to call my generous viewer <span class="patron">Daddy</span> savoring the power dynamics of our interaction. When Daddy sent another wave of tokens, the message was clear: <span class="patron">"Lick the sole of your foot clean."</span>
With a playful grin, I positioned myself closer to the camera, my heart racing with anticipation. <span class="heroine">"Alright, Daddy,"</span> I cooed, my voice dripping with seduction. <span class="heroine">"I’ll make sure to give you the best show."</span>
I started by coating my foot in saliva, letting a generous amount pool in my mouth before letting it drip onto the sole of my foot. I then carefully licked and sucked every inch, making sure to lavish attention on every part of my foot. My tongue glided over the sensitive areas, spreading the wetness around and making it glisten.
<span class="heroine">"See how I’m treating your command, Daddy?"</span> I teased, my voice filled with excitement. <span class="heroine">"I’m making sure every inch is covered."</span>
After thoroughly moistening my foot, I turned it toward the camera, showing off the glistening, saliva-coated sole. <span class="heroine">"Look at how wet and shiny it is,"</span> I purred, proudly displaying my handiwork. <span class="heroine">"I hope this makes you happy, Daddy."</span>
The chat erupted with reactions. Some were thrilled, their messages coming in fast: <span class="others">"Fuck yes, that’s perfect! Keep licking!"</span> and <span class="others">"Damn, you’re such a good little slut, showing off that wet foot!"</span>
Others were less complimentary, with some comments sneering, <span class="others">"Just a dirty foot slut."</span>
Despite the harsh criticism, I focused on the thrill of performing for Daddy and the excitement of the live stream.
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After thoroughly licking the sole and my toes, I moved on to teasing the top of my foot. I swirled my mischievous tongue around, spreading my saliva and making sure to cover every part of my foot. I traced my tongue up and down, savoring the taste and the feeling of the wetness.
Soon, Daddy sent a message saying he was thrilled with the show. His words came through clearly: <span class="patron">"Fucking perfect, slut! You’re such a dirty little foot whore for Daddy. Your feet are absolutely gorgeous, and seeing you lick them like that is making me lose my mind."</span>
He continued, <span class="patron">"I want to see you use those holes of yours more next time. You’re such a filthy bitch, I’m jerking off just thinking about it. I hope next time you’ll have some toys to play with. Show me how much of a desperate little slut you can be."</span>
With one final generous donation, he added, <span class="patron">"Here’s some extra for you, just because you’re such a fucking good little slut. Can’t wait to see what else you’ll do next time."</span>
After sending the donation, Daddy exited the stream, leaving me with a thrilling sense of satisfaction.
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As Daddy left, the rest of the viewers took up the slack with their own vulgar comments. Messages filled the chat with crude remarks and degrading comments, like, <span class="others">"You’re such a filthy little foot slut,"</span> and <span class="others">"Keep showing us that nasty, wet foot!"</span>
Despite the explicit and harsh comments, I was satisfied. The stream had been incredibly profitable, earning me $390 in total. With a smile on my face and a damp, excited pussy, I waved goodbye to the viewers and ended the broadcast, feeling a sense of accomplishment and pleasure from my performance.
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[[Close the webcam site|Computer]]The first two streams were incredibly profitable. I made more money in a couple of hours than I could in a few days working a regular job. And these were just my first streams! If I build a steady audience, I could seriously make a fortune, just like that subscriber promised in his filthy email.
Feeling good, I fired up my third webcam stream. With some music playing, I greeted the viewers with a wide smile. I realized that if I wanted to make real money, I had to give the viewers exactly what they wanted, especially if they were paying up.
When the first tokens rolled in with a request to show my pussy, I eagerly obliged. With a seductive smile, I lay back on my bed, pulled down my panties, and spread my labia wide with my fingers, making sure the requester got an excellent view of my most intimate parts.
The chat exploded with comments. Some users were crude and degrading, typing things like, “Wow, you’ve barely been streaming a week and you’re already a total slut!” and “Damn, you’re such a whore now, love it!” Others were more encouraging, but I had to focus on the ones who were tipping generously. I tried to brush off the negative comments and keep my attention on the positive feedback and the cash pouring in.
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Before the stream, I made a trip to the sex shop and picked up a variety of toys, including a spanking paddle. One of the viewers, spotting the paddle in the stream, donated tokens with a request for me to spank myself with it. I eagerly accepted the challenge.
I got myself comfortable, making sure my ass was perfectly positioned and clearly visible on the camera. With a mischievous grin, I kneaded my soft, rounded cheeks, getting them ready for the show. I took the paddle in hand and gave myself a firm, deliberate spank.
The sharp sting of the paddle against my flesh was instantly followed by a bright red mark on my pale skin. I watched as the red imprint developed, feeling a mix of pleasure and pain. The viewers went wild in the chat, their comments ranging from crude praise to degrading taunts.
One user typed, “That’s it, show us what a filthy slut you are!” while another added, “Damn, that’s hot, spank yourself harder, you dirty whore!” Despite the harsh words, the tokens kept rolling in, and I focused on delivering exactly what the viewers wanted, savoring the cash and the attention.
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It looked like the viewers really enjoyed the show, as a few more of them started throwing tokens my way. The demand for more spankings was clear, so I continued the session with enthusiasm.
I repositioned myself to ensure my ass was still prominently displayed on the camera. With each spanking, the sting intensified, and my cheeks began to glow a fiery red. The paddle landed hard, each smack echoing with a satisfying thud. I made sure to let out a few moans of pleasure and pain, adding to the erotic tension.
The chat was a frenzy of excited comments. One user typed, “Fuck yes, look at that red ass! Spank it harder, you filthy slut!” Another chimed in, “Your poor ass must be on fire, you dirty whore. Keep going, make it even more bruised!”
By the end of several intense sessions of spanking, my ass was completely reddened and blazing with heat. The soreness mixed with the thrill of the performance, and despite the sting, I relished the financial reward and the filthy attention from my viewers.
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Soon, one of the viewers asked if I had any other toys on hand, so I proudly listed my recent purchases. As I spoke, the chat exploded with vulgar comments and demeaning nicknames. They were calling me a “slut,” “whore,” “dirty bitch,” “fucking tramp,” and “nasty cunt,” clearly enjoying every second of it.
“Show us what else you’ve got, you filthy slut!” one user wrote. Another added, “Come on, you degenerate bitch, I bet you have something really naughty for us.”
As the donations rolled in, one viewer requested to see the anal plug with the tail. I eagerly complied, excited by the prospect of showing off another toy. I reached for the plug, pulling it into view of the camera. With a slow, deliberate motion, I showed off the sleek, shiny toy and the fluffy tail attached to it.
The chat lit up with comments like, “Damn, that’s hot! Put it in, you fucking whore!” and “Give us a show, you filthy slut. Show us that plug, you twisted little slut!” The attention and the money fueled my performance as I carefully demonstrated the toy, savoring the mix of humiliation and excitement from my audience.
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The viewers started asking if I had any anal experience, but I played the innocent role and said I didn’t. They seemed to love the idea of making me squirm, and soon enough, donations started pouring in with a new request: they wanted me to insert the anal plug into my ass.
I took a generous amount of lube and applied it to the plug, making sure it was slick and ready. I got into position on all fours, presenting my ass directly to the camera so that the viewers could get an excellent view of my hole. My cheeks were spread wide, and I made sure to give them a clear look at both my tight asshole and my pussy.
With a teasing smile, I gently massaged my anus with my fingers, slowly working the lube into the tight ring of muscle. I spread my cheeks even further, offering a full view of my most intimate areas. The comments in the chat were as explicit as ever.
One viewer typed, “Damn, look at that tight little hole. Insert that plug, you filthy whore!” Another added, “Show us how much of a slut you really are, you dirty cunt. Make that ass gape for us!”
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It was time to insert the anal plug, and despite the generous amount of lube, it wasn’t an easy task. My tight hole resisted the foreign object, and I had to work it in slowly. I wiggled and twisted, my breath coming in soft moans as I pushed the plug deeper.
Finally, after some effort, I managed to get it all the way in. I turned my ass towards the camera, making sure the viewers had a perfect view. I wiggled my hips provocatively, showing off both my wet pussy and the plug nestled snugly in my anus.
The chat was filled with a torrent of degrading comments and explicit praise. One user typed, “That’s it, you filthy slut, show us that plug in your tight ass! Wiggle that hole for us!” Another added, “Damn, you’re such a dirty bitch, I love how that plug makes your ass gape. Keep teasing us, you whore!”
I continued to rotate my hips, giving the camera a full view of my glistening pussy and the shiny plug. The combination of humiliation and the rush of showing off made the experience intense and exhilarating.
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After a while, I shed every last bit of clothing, completely exposing myself to the camera. The tokens started coming in with a request to suck on a dildo, so I positioned it right in front of the lens, making sure it was clearly visible to everyone.
With a smirk of submission, I began to lick the head of the dildo, moving my tongue slowly and deliberately around the tip. I made sure to give the viewers a show, teasing them with every stroke.
The chat exploded with intensely degrading comments. One user typed, “Look at that pathetic slut, slobbering all over that dildo. Suck it like the desperate whore you are, you filthy cunt!” Another wrote, “You’re nothing but a worthless, drooling bitch. Make sure you show how much of a filthy toy you are. Lick it clean, you disgusting tramp!”
As I continued to lick and tease the dildo, the harshness of the comments stung but also drove me to perform even more provocatively. The humiliation from their words mixed with the thrill of their attention, making every movement a blend of shame and excitement.
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I made sure to take the dildo as deep into my mouth as possible, my lips stretching around the thick shaft. I worked it in and out, trying to gag myself slightly with each thrust, making sure the camera captured every lewd detail.
At the same time, I reached behind and began to play with the anal plug nestled in my ass. I twisted and wiggled it, savoring the mix of sensations as I continued to suck on the dildo.
The chat was flooded with intense and degrading comments. One viewer typed, “Look at that pathetic slut, taking that dildo deep like the worthless bitch she is. Suck it harder, you filthy whore!” Another added, “You’re such a desperate cunt, playing with that plug while you slobber all over that toy. Show us how much of a toy you really are, you disgusting tramp!”
I continued to juggle the dildo and the plug, each motion driven by the harsh, humiliating words of the viewers. The combination of their insults and the physical sensations created a heady mix of degradation and excitement, pushing me to perform even more intensely.
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After the dildo session, I got another wave of donations, this time specifically for spanking myself. I grabbed the paddle and positioned myself so my ass was prominently displayed to the camera.
With a smirk, I raised the paddle and smacked it down hard on my exposed cheeks, making sure each strike was visible. The sting of the paddle was sharp and intense, leaving a bright red mark on my skin.
The chat erupted with a flurry of cruel and humiliating comments. One viewer wrote, “You’re such a worthless slut, spanking yourself like the pathetic whore you are. Make that ass burn, you fucking tramp!” Another user added, “Spank that ass harder, you dirty bitch. Show us how much of a cheap whore you are. Bet your parents would be proud to see what a filthy slut you’ve become!”
Another commenter chimed in with a particularly vicious remark: “Look at you, you pathetic cunt, taking those spankings like a desperate little bitch. I bet your parents would be disgusted if they saw how low you’ve sunk. Keep going, you miserable excuse for a woman!”
I continued to spank myself with increasing intensity, each hit accompanied by the barrage of degrading comments. The mix of humiliation from their words and the physical sensation of the paddle pushed me to keep going, delivering exactly what the viewers demanded.
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One of the viewers sent in a donation with a request for me to use nipple clamps. I eagerly accepted, excited by the prospect of adding another level of humiliation and pleasure to the stream.
I retrieved the clamps and positioned them on my nipples, adjusting them to the right tightness. The pinch was sharp and intense, sending a jolt of pain through me. Despite the discomfort, I made sure to put on a show, arching my back and giving the camera a clear view of the clamps as I worked them into place.
As I adjusted and played with the clamps, the chat exploded with a mix of degrading and encouraging comments. One viewer typed, “That’s it, you filthy whore, clamp those nipples harder! Show us how much you love being our little slut!” Another added, “Look at you, you desperate cunt, squirming and moaning with those clamps. Bet you’d do anything for a few more tokens, you disgusting tramp!”
One particularly cruel comment read, “You pathetic bitch, look at you begging for attention while you torture yourself. Your parents would be so proud to see how low you’ve sunk. Keep those clamps on tight, you filthy slut!”
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After securing the nipple clamps, I decided to shift positions to give my audience a better view. I lay down comfortably, spreading my legs wide to offer an unobstructed view. With a playful yet submissive smile, I began to use my fingers to spread open my pussy, exposing every inch for the camera.
As I gently pulled apart my labia, the chat exploded with a flurry of explicit and degrading comments. One viewer wrote, “Spread those legs wider, you filthy cunt. Show us that tight little pussy like the desperate whore you are!” Another added, “Look at you, you dirty bitch, exposing yourself for our pleasure. Bet you love being such a pathetic little slut!”
One particularly cruel comment came in: “You’re nothing but a worthless, drooling tramp. Spread that pussy wide and show us how low you’re willing to go. Your parents must be so proud to see their daughter turn into a disgusting, submissive slut!”
Another user chimed in, “You pathetic bitch, can’t get enough of the attention, huh? Keep spreading that cunt for us, you sick little whore. Show us just how much of a cheap slut you’ve become!”
I continued to spread and tease, making sure every movement was exaggerated and provocative.
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After another donation rolled in, I took my position and began to pleasure myself for the audience. I spread my legs wide, making sure the camera captured every detail, and started fucking my pussy with two fingers.
I pushed my fingers in and out slowly at first, then picked up the pace, ensuring each motion was clear and enticing. The chat erupted with a flurry of comments, both degrading and flattering.
One viewer typed, “Look at that pathetic little slut, finger-fucking her cunt like a desperate whore. It’s so sad how low you’ll go for a few tokens!” Another added, “You’re a real dirty bitch, spreading that pussy wide for us. Keep those fingers moving, you cheap, filthy tramp!”
A particularly harsh comment came in: “You’re nothing but a miserable, desperate cunt, spreading your legs and playing with yourself like the lowly slut you are. Bet your parents are so proud!”
On the positive side, some viewers were more encouraging. One wrote, “Damn, you’re really turning me on with those fingers. You’re doing an amazing job, keep it up!” Another added, “Wow, look at you go! You’re such a skilled little slut, really making that pussy sing.”
Another commenter said, “Keep going, you sexy little bitch. That pussy looks incredible, and you’re working it perfectly. Don’t stop, you gorgeous whore!”
I continued to finger myself, the mixture of insults and praise driving me to push further, each comment intensifying the performance as I gave the viewers exactly what they desired.
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After receiving a fresh batch of tokens, one viewer requested that I lick my legs. By now, I was accustomed to such requests, though previously only my main donator had asked for this. I positioned myself comfortably on the bed, lifting one of my legs and holding it in my hand.
With a sultry smile, I began to suck on my big toe, making sure to lavish it with plenty of attention. I let my tongue trace every inch of the toe, savoring the taste and making sure the camera captured every moment.
As I focused on my toe, the viewers got an unrestricted view of my pussy, the anal plug nestled snugly in my ass, and my nipples adorned with clamps. My entire body was on full display for their enjoyment.
The chat exploded with a mix of degrading and encouraging comments. One user typed, “You filthy whore, licking your own toes like the desperate slut you are. Show us how low you’ll go for those tokens!” Another added, “Look at that dirty tramp, sucking on her own toe while we get a clear view of that disgusting pussy and your sad little plug. Bet you’d do anything for our attention!”
Another particularly harsh comment read, “You’re such a pathetic cunt, showing off your nasty little body like the cheap whore you’ve become. Your parents would be ashamed to see how low you’ve sunk!”
On the positive side, some viewers were more encouraging. One wrote, “Damn, you’re really turning me on with that toe-sucking. You’re doing an amazing job, keep it up!” Another added, “Wow, look at you, you sexy little bitch. You’re working that toe and showing off your body perfectly. You’re a real pro!”
As I continued to lick and tease my toe, the blend of cruel insults and praise fueled my performance, making sure every part of my body was showcased to its fullest.
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I moved closer to the camera, positioning myself so that my foot was prominently in view. With a provocative smile, I began to diligently lick my foot, starting with the big toe. My tongue traced around the edge, making sure every inch was covered. I moved to each toe, licking between them, savoring the taste as I made a show of it.
The chat was ablaze with comments, a mix of cruel taunts and enthusiastic praise.
One viewer typed, “You pathetic slut, look at you licking your own toes like a desperate whore. You’re so pathetic, doing whatever it takes for a few more tokens!” Another added, “You dirty bitch, getting off on sucking your own toes while we get a clear view of your ugly, needy pussy. You’re such a lowly tramp!”
Another particularly harsh comment read, “You’re nothing but a filthy, degenerate cunt, slobbering all over your toes like the disgusting whore you’ve become. Your parents must be so proud of their little slut!”
Despite the harsh remarks, some viewers were more encouraging. One wrote, “Damn, you’re making that toe-licking look incredibly hot. You’re doing an amazing job, keep it up!” Another said, “Wow, you’re really working it, you sexy bitch. Licking your toes like that is so fucking hot. Keep showing us that gorgeous body!”
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After growing tired of reading negative messages in the chat, I decided to focus solely on the messages from my donors and my own sensations. This shift in focus allowed me to immerse myself fully in the experience without distraction.
Then, someone requested to see penetration, so I began to fuck my pussy with the dildo. I slowly inserted it, feeling the thick, hard length stretch my walls and fill me up completely. Each thrust was deliberate, pushing the dildo deeper and deeper, creating an intense pressure inside me. The sensation of the dildo moving in and out was incredibly intense, with every push and pull sending waves of pleasure cascading through my body.
At the same time, I had a plug in my ass, which added an entirely new layer of stimulation. The plug’s pressure against my anal walls created a delightful contrast to the fullness of the dildo in my pussy. The combined sensation of the dildo stretching me and the plug filling me made the experience extraordinarily unique and intensely pleasurable. The dual stimulation heightened my arousal, making each thrust and vibration feel even more exhilarating.
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Then, I settled into a position that even surprised me: I threw my legs over my head, opening myself up completely. I took the dildo and pushed it deeply into my pussy, feeling the thick, firm length stretch and fill me completely. The depth of penetration was overwhelming, each thrust sending shivers of pleasure through my entire body.
At the same time, I reached for a paddle and began spanking my ass. Each smack of the paddle stung sharply, but the pain was quickly overshadowed by the pleasure. The rhythmic slaps created a delicious contrast to the full sensation of the dildo inside me. The combination of the dildo filling me up and the paddle's rhythmic smacks on my rear heightened my arousal to an exhilarating level, making the experience incredibly intense and satisfying.
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Continuing to lie with my legs stretched over my head, I began to fuck my pussy with the dildo. As I carefully positioned it at my entrance, I slowly pushed it in, feeling the thick, hard shaft penetrate me deeply. The dildo slid in smoothly, stretching my walls and filling me up completely. Each thrust drove it deeper inside, hitting all the right spots and sending waves of intense pleasure through my entire body. The fullness of the dildo inside me was incredibly satisfying, and with every movement, I felt a growing intensity of pleasure. Each time the dildo withdrew and then thrust back in, it brought a fresh wave of ecstasy, making the experience even more overwhelming and pleasurable.
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Then, I grabbed my vibrator and began to fuck myself with a dildo, savoring the mix of sensations. As I slid the dildo deep inside my pussy, I could feel its thick length stretching and filling me completely, creating an incredible pressure against my sensitive walls. With each thrust, I pushed the dildo in further, driving myself to new heights of pleasure.
Simultaneously, I held the vibrator against my clit, letting its intense vibrations tease and stimulate me. The buzzing sensation was electric, sending jolts of ecstasy through my entire body and perfectly complementing the fullness of the dildo. The dual stimulation of the vibrator and the dildo created a powerful, overwhelming feeling that drove me wild. I could barely contain my moans as the pleasure built and intensified, making it hard to focus on anything but the exhilarating sensations coursing through me. I lost myself completely in the moment, overwhelmed by the combined pleasure of both toys.
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This couldn’t go on for much longer; the mounting pleasure was becoming too intense to sustain. For the first time during my streams, I reached the point of no return and finally came. As the orgasm built inside me, I could feel my entire body tensing up, my breath becoming ragged and shallow. The waves of pleasure surged through me, making my muscles contract rhythmically around the dildo still inside me. I let out a series of loud, ecstatic moans as I climaxed, my body trembling with the force of the release. The intense feeling of euphoria and satisfaction washed over me, and I rode out the waves of my orgasm, feeling completely spent and exhilarated.
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But my pleasure wasn’t on anyone’s mind. Even after I had already climaxed, I kept going, driven by the thrill of the moment. I continued to fuck myself with the dildo, my body still quivering from the aftershocks of my orgasm. Each thrust was deliberate, aimed at prolonging the sensation and maintaining the high of the experience. The sounds of incoming donations chimed in my ears, each notification heightening my excitement and urgency.
The constant stream of alerts was like a soundtrack to my performance, fueling my determination to give an even better show. The excitement of seeing the donations roll in, combined with the lingering pleasure of the dildo inside me, pushed me to continue with renewed fervor. I moaned louder, moving with increased intensity, and used every bit of energy to make sure the audience got their money’s worth. The combination of physical pleasure and financial reward drove me to keep going, creating an exhilarating and relentless experience.
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By the end of the stream, I was completely drained, feeling the exhaustion settle in my bones. My energy was waning, but I knew I wanted to give my audience one last treat. I sprawled out on my bed, making sure the camera was perfectly positioned to capture an up-close view of my pussy. I adjusted the angle until the lens was focused right on my wet, glistening slit, offering everyone a full, intimate view of my most private area.
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I took my time teasing the camera, letting the anticipation build. I slowly traced my fingers over my slick lips, parted them slightly to reveal the shimmering, sensitive skin beneath. The camera captured every detail, and I made sure to play up the moment, moving seductively and moaning softly to heighten the suspense.
Eventually, after drawing it out as long as I could, I said my goodbyes and ended the stream. Despite my efforts, my top donor from the last two streams didn’t show up this time. I couldn’t help but wonder if he’d lost interest or if something else had come up. Even so, it didn’t really matter in the end—the stream had been a success. I ended up pulling in around $290, which was slightly less than the previous streams, but still far more than I would ever make at a regular job
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[[Close the webcam site|Computer]]<p>You take a moment to browse the Sex Shop, eyeing the enticing array of adult toys and accessories on display.</p>
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[[Buy Vibrator ($60)|BuyVibrator]]
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Not enough money (Cost: $60)
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You already bought a Vibrator.
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<<if $money >= 30>>
[[Buy Dildo ($30)|BuyDildo]]
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Not enough money (Cost: $30)
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<<else>>
You already bought a Dildo.
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<<if $money >= 10>>
[[Buy Spanking Paddle ($10)|BuySpankingPaddle]]
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Not enough money (Cost: $10)
<</if>>
<<else>>
You already bought a Spanking Paddle.
<</if>>
</div>
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<<if $money >= 15>>
[[Buy Nipple Clamps ($15)|BuyNippleClamps]]
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Not enough money (Cost: $15)
<</if>>
<<else>>
You already bought Nipple Clamps.
<</if>>
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<<if $money >= 30>>
[[Buy Anal Plug with Tail ($30)|BuyAnalPlugWithTail]]
<<else>>
Not enough money (Cost: $30)
<</if>>
<<else>>
You already bought an Anal Plug with Tail.
<</if>>
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</div>
<ul>
<li>[[Talk to the shopkeeper|TalkToShopkeeper]]</li>
<li>[[Back to the Store|MallSexShop]]</li>
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You don't have enough money to buy the Vibrator.
<</if>>
[[Go back to the store|BrowseSexShop]]<<if $money >= 30>>
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<<if !$inventory.includes("Dildo")>>
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You buy a Dildo for $30 and add it to your inventory.
<<else>>
You don't have enough money to buy the Dildo.
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[[Go back to the store|BrowseSexShop]]<<if $money >= 10>>
<<set $money -= 10>>
<<if !$inventory.includes("Spanking Paddle")>>
<<set $inventory.push("Spanking Paddle")>>
<</if>>
You buy a Spanking Paddle for $10 and add it to your inventory.
<<else>>
You don't have enough money to buy the Spanking Paddle.
<</if>>
[[Go back to the store|BrowseSexShop]]<<if $money >= 15>>
<<set $money -= 15>>
<<if !$inventory.includes("Nipple Clamps")>>
<<set $inventory.push("Nipple Clamps")>>
<</if>>
You buy a pair of Nipple Clamps for $15 and add them to your inventory.
<<else>>
You don't have enough money to buy the Nipple Clamps.
<</if>>
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<<set $money -= 30>>
<<if !$inventory.includes("Anal Plug with Tail")>>
<<set $inventory.push("Anal Plug with Tail")>>
<</if>>
You buy an Anal Plug with Tail for $30 and add it to your inventory.
<<else>>
You don't have enough money to buy the Anal Plug with Tail.
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<p>You turn on your webcam, and the red "LIVE" button starts blinking on the screen. Realizing that dozens, maybe even hundreds of eyes are on you, you feel a slight thrill. You smile at the camera, highlighting your attractiveness, and start flirtatiously engaging with the first viewers who have already joined.</p>
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<p>Your movements are smooth and seductive: you adjust your hair, gently run your hands down your neck and shoulders, showing the viewers everything they want to see. Your body, carefully prepared for this moment, becomes the main object of attention. You know how to turn to the camera just right, so that every curve is seen in the best light.</p>
<p>As you begin streaming, you notice the viewer count:</p>
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<<elseif $charisma >= 40 && $charisma < 60>>
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<<set $webcamViewerCount += _newWebcamViewers>>
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<<if _newWebcamViewers > 0>>
<p>It seems like you gained <<print _newWebcamViewers>> new viewers. Keep it up!</p>
<<else>>
<p>Unfortunately, no new viewers joined your stream this time.</p>
<</if>>
<<set $earnings = Math.floor($webcamViewerCount / 10) * 10>>
<p>You have earned <<print $earnings>> dollars from this stream.</p>
<<set $money += $earnings>>
<p>Your streaming session is taking time. Be sure to keep an eye on the clock as you go live.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[End the stream|Computer]]</li>
</ul><p>As I open my email, a new message catches my eye. The subject line is ominous, and a wave of unease washes over me. With trembling hands, I click on it, feeling a cold sweat forming as I read the words on the screen.</p>
<p><strong>From:</strong> Anonymous<br>
<strong>Subject:</strong> I Know Who You Really Are</p>
<p>"Well, well, well... Look who I ran into the other day. At first, I couldn’t believe my eyes, but there you were, walking around the city like you’re some innocent little thing. But I knew better. It didn’t take long to remember where I’d seen that pretty face before—on that dirty little webcam site, where you were spreading your legs and licking your filthy feet like the desperate slut you are.</p>
<p>You must really get off on showing the whole world just how much of a whore you are, huh? I bet you love the idea of all those men jerking off to you, imagining your tight little body begging for their attention. And the way you suck up to the camera, like a needy little bitch in heat... pathetic. You probably think you’re safe behind that screen, don’t you? Well, guess what? It wasn’t hard to figure out who you are. A little digging, and I had your name, your address, and all your dirty secrets right in my hands.</p>
<p>So here’s the deal, slut. If you don’t want your precious little world to come crashing down, you’re going to do exactly what I say. You’re going to drag that whore body of yours to the address I’m going to give you. It’s a nice, cozy apartment in the city center—perfect for a private little visit. And if you even think about ignoring this, or trying to weasel your way out, I’ll make sure everyone in your life knows exactly what kind of disgusting tramp you really are. Your friends, your family—they’ll all get to see just how much of a slut you’ve become.</p>
<p>Oh, and one more thing, slut. When you show up, I expect you to be dressed appropriately. And by that, I mean you’re not to wear any underwear. Nothing underneath that whore outfit you’ll be flaunting for me. But let’s be honest, you’ll probably enjoy that even more, won’t you? The thought of being so exposed, knowing that anyone could get a glimpse of what a filthy little slut you really are."</p>
<p>I stare at the screen, my heart pounding so hard it feels like it might burst out of my chest. The bile rises in my throat as the sheer humiliation and fear wash over me. My hands are shaking, my breath coming in shallow gasps. This can’t be real. How did they find me? What are they going to do? The terror grips me, freezing me in place as the gravity of the situation sinks in.</p>
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[[Close email|Computer]]<p>My heart was pounding in my chest as I approached the address from the email. I wasn’t sure if this was a terrible mistake. What if there was a group of perverts inside, waiting to assault me or worse? Maybe I should have gone to the police and reported the anonymous sender. But then again, what if they sent those recordings to my family? How could I ever explain that to my parents?</p>
<p>My legs were shaking as I entered the building, my anxiety gnawing at me with every step. I approached the elevator, my hand trembling as I pressed the button to call it. The ride up felt like an eternity, each second filled with the echo of my doubts. When I reached the right floor, I walked down the hallway, every fiber of my being screaming at me to turn back. But I kept going, all the way to the door specified in the email.</p>
<p>I stood in front of the door, my stomach churning with nerves. I took a deep breath, raising a trembling hand to ring the doorbell. The seconds that followed felt like hours, the silence stretching out, intensifying my fear. Then, finally, the door creaked open, revealing a young woman. For a split second, I thought I had the wrong door or that this was all some kind of sick prank. Relief started to wash over me, but it was quickly shattered by her next words.</p>
<p><span class="othersf">“Oh, so you actually came, foot fetish queen,”</span> she sneered, her eyes raking over me with a mix of amusement and contempt. <span class="othersf">“Don’t be shy, come on in. Although, what would you know about shyness?”</span> she added with a mocking laugh, her words cutting deep.</p>
<p>My mind was racing, torn between the overwhelming urge to flee and the fear of what might happen if I did. I could either step inside and face whatever awaited me, or I could walk away, risking the fallout from that threatening email.</p>
[[Step into the apartment|InsideApartment]]
[[Tell her to go to hell and leave|CityCenter]]
Stepping inside the apartment, I decided to muster all the courage I had. I chose to get into webcam work, no one forced me, so I had no one to blame but myself for the situation I was in.
The woman led the way to a room at the back of the apartment, casually shutting the door behind her. I hesitated, feeling the weight of every step as I slowly followed her. Just as I reached the door, I heard her voice ring out, dripping with condescension, <span class="othersf">"Come on, hurry up, you foot slut."</span>
With a deep breath, I opened the door and stepped inside. The sight before me made my heart race—she was lying comfortably on a bed, dressed in nothing but a silk robe that barely covered her body. The air of confidence and control she exuded was suffocating.
I tried to make sense of the situation, my voice trembling as I asked, <span class="heroine">"What is all this? What do you want? Is it money you’re after? Or something else?"</span> The words felt ridiculous as they left my mouth, but I needed answers, some semblance of clarity.
She cut me off with a sharp, dismissive tone. <span class="othersf">"Money? Please, I wouldn’t touch your filthy money,"</span> she sneered, her eyes narrowing with disdain. <span class="othersf">"What I want is to put a little slut like you in her place. You think shaking your ass on a webcam makes you something special? No, it just makes you a desperate whore, begging for attention from pathetic men."</span>
Her words stung, each one hitting harder than the last. I felt a lump form in my throat, but before I could respond, she continued. <span class="othersf">"But don’t worry, I’m not here to ruin your life—not if you’re a good little girl and entertain me. If you do a good job, this will be the last time you ever see me. But if you disappoint me…"</span> She let the threat hang in the air, her eyes glinting with a dangerous mix of amusement and menace.
I could feel my legs trembling beneath me, the reality of the situation crashing down hard. This wasn’t just about fear—it was about power, control, and humiliation. And I had just walked right into it.
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She looked me over with a smirk, her eyes narrowing as she asked, <span class="othersf">"So, did you follow my instructions? Are you really without any underwear?"</span> A wave of embarrassment washed over me, but I nodded, feeling a deep flush spread across my cheeks as I admitted, <span class="heroine">"Yes."</span>
Her smirk widened into a wicked grin. <span class="othersf">"Good. Now, let’s see you dance for me. Come on, show me what a little slut like you can do."</span>
I hesitated for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest. But I knew the quicker I obeyed, the sooner this would be over. Trying to push down the overwhelming sense of shame, I began to move my body, swaying my hips as seductively as I could manage, given how shaken I felt. Each movement felt heavy with humiliation, but I forced myself to continue, knowing I had no other choice.
She watched me intently, her eyes following every twist and turn of my body, her gaze a constant reminder of my exposed vulnerability. I tried to make my movements more enticing, hoping that the sooner I pleased her, the sooner this nightmare would end. But deep down, I could feel the growing knot of humiliation tightening in my stomach, knowing how degrading this was and how completely I was at her mercy.
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She eyed me with a leering gaze, her voice dripping with condescension as she commanded, <span class="othersf">"Show me those little tits of yours. Let’s see what you’re hiding under that top."</span>
Feeling a mix of dread and resignation, I slowly reached up and pulled my top off, exposing my breasts. The cool air hit my exposed skin, making me shiver with a mix of embarrassment and apprehension. Her gaze was unrelenting, and I could almost feel her eyes devouring every inch of me, reducing me to a mere object for her amusement.
The humiliation of standing there, completely at her mercy and exposed, was overwhelming. I could feel my cheeks burning with shame as she scrutinized me, her eyes roaming over my body with a predatory hunger. Every second felt like an eternity, the weight of my vulnerability pressing down on me as I stood there, awaiting her next command.
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She smirked as she looked me over with a dismissive wave of her hand. <span class="othersf">"Take those shorts off. They don’t suit you at all."</span> Her tone was laced with mockery, and I could tell she was enjoying every moment of my discomfort.
With a deep breath, I continued to move my body seductively, trying to keep up the charade as I slowly lowered my shorts. My hands trembled slightly as I pulled them down my legs, finally stepping out of them. I was left standing there in just my heels, feeling exposed and utterly vulnerable.
The air felt colder against my bare skin, and I could feel the weight of her gaze pressing down on me. Each movement I made was accompanied by the sound of my heels clicking on the floor, a stark contrast to the intense silence of the room. I could feel every inch of my exposed skin, the sensation amplified by my humiliation. Her eyes were fixed on me, a predatory hunger in them as she watched my every move, savoring the sight of me in such a compromised state.
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There I stood, naked in the middle of the room, swaying and gyrating my body for the amusement of this stranger. My heart raced with a mix of dread and embarrassment as I danced, my every movement feeling more humiliating than the last.
The girl lying on the bed watched me intently, her eyes never leaving my exposed form. With a smirk, she lifted the hem of her robe, revealing a large strap-on dildo strapped securely to her. She began to move her hand up and down along the length of it, mimicking a slow, deliberate stroking motion. The sight was both shocking and degrading, the deliberate way she played with the strap-on adding a layer of raw, unnerving intensity to the scene.
I could hardly tear my eyes away from the spectacle, my face flushing with a deep shade of crimson as I continued to dance. Each stroke of her hand on the strap-on seemed to taunt me, a reminder of my own naked vulnerability. The contrast between my exposed, trembling form and her confident, almost mocking demeanor heightened the sense of humiliation I felt.
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<span class="othersf">"Turn around,"</span> she commanded, her voice dripping with condescension. <span class="othersf">"Show me that tight little ass of yours. Give it a good shake and twerk for me."</span>
With a heavy heart and a flush of shame, I complied. I turned my back to her, my cheeks burning with embarrassment as I began to gyrate my hips. The room felt even colder as I wiggled and twerked, my bare backside exposed and on full display. I could hear her breathing heavily, her eyes hungrily watching every move I made.
Each shake of my hips felt like a public humiliation, the very act of twerking turning into a painful display of submission. My body felt alien to me, each movement accentuating my vulnerability. The sensation of her gaze on my exposed skin only added to the intense humiliation of the moment, as I continued to dance for her perverse pleasure.
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After watching my awkward dance with an amused expression, she shifted her position on the bed, now sitting on the edge with an air of dominance. With a smirk, she commanded, <span class="othersf">"Get down on your knees in front of me and start sucking my dildo. Make it good."</span>
Reluctantly, I obeyed, my face flushed with a mixture of shame and fear. I sank to my knees on the cold floor, my eyes downcast as I reached for the dildo she had proudly displayed. Slowly, I took it into my mouth, the taste and texture foreign and unpleasant. My movements were hesitant and clumsy, each stroke of my tongue and bob of my head driven by a deep sense of humiliation.
She watched me with a brazen grin, her eyes gleaming with cruel satisfaction as she observed my efforts. The way she leaned back, confidently enjoying the sight of my submissive act, only heightened my discomfort. Her mocking smile and the way she casually adjusted her position made it clear that my feelings of degradation were nothing more than a source of amusement for her.
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She looked at me with a smirk and said, <span class="othersf">"Now, make sure to lube up that dildo with your saliva. It’s in your best interest."</span>
Swallowing hard, I felt a knot of anxiety in my stomach. I gathered as much saliva as I could in my mouth and slowly, with trembling hands, brought the saliva-covered dildo closer. My heart raced as I carefully let the saliva trickle down the length of the toy, coating it with a thin layer of my own spittle.
Once it was sufficiently slick, I resumed my task, taking the dildo back into my mouth. My movements were hesitant and awkward, trying to balance the act of sucking with the deep embarrassment that I felt. Each stroke of my mouth was a painful reminder of my own vulnerability and submission, while she watched with a cruel satisfaction, clearly enjoying the power she held over me.
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Grabbing my hair roughly, she took control with a ruthless grip. <span class="othersf">"Take it deeper,"</span> she commanded, her voice dripping with authority as she forced my head down onto the dildo.
The sudden pressure and the sharp tug on my hair made my eyes widen in shock. I struggled to breathe as she relentlessly guided my head up and down, pressing the toy forcefully into my mouth. Each thrust was relentless, her grip tight and unforgiving, ensuring that I had no choice but to comply.
My throat tightened around the dildo, the sensation both humiliating and suffocating. Her forceful movements were punctuated by her satisfied groans, clearly reveling in the power she wielded over me. I was left with no control, my body submitting to her will as she took pleasure in the dominance she exerted.
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After a moment of satisfaction, she rose from the bed and issued a commanding order. <span class="othersf">"Get on all fours on the bed,"</span> she said with a cold, authoritative tone.
Understanding what was about to happen, I reluctantly complied. My heart pounded as I prepared myself. I gathered saliva in my mouth and smeared it over my fingers, using the slickness to lubricate my pussy. The anticipation was almost unbearable as I felt the wetness spread between my legs.
With a sense of dread, I braced myself as she approached. Without any further preamble, she roughly positioned herself behind me and forcefully entered me. The sudden, brutal intrusion made me gasp, my body tensing against the unexpected aggression. Her movements were relentless and unyielding, each thrust pushing me deeper into a mix of discomfort and submission.
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Suddenly, she withdrew from me, her voice cold and commanding. <span class="othersf">"Take off your shoes,"</span> she ordered sharply.
Nervously, I complied, slowly slipping off my heels and placing them to the side. As I did so, she discarded her robe and underwear with deliberate, unhurried movements. The sight of her revealing her naked body was striking.
Now, both of us stood exposed, the contrast between us striking. She was confidently naked, her strap-on glistening with anticipation, while I remained on all fours, bare and submissive. My heart raced as I kept my position, fully aware of the dominant role she was assuming.
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She swiftly inserted herself back into me, the sensation of the strap-on sliding in and out becoming almost unbearable. Her thrusts grew more intense and rapid, each forceful movement causing my bare feet to dangle and sway off the edge of the bed. The sharp impact of her actions drove me forward, each thrust pushing me further into the mattress.
<span class="othersf">“Look at you,”</span> she taunted, her voice dripping with mockery, <span class="othersf">“barely able to keep up. How does it feel to be used like this?”</span>
Determined to amplify the humiliation, she began to spank me roughly on my exposed buttocks. The stinging slaps mixed with the relentless pounding, each hit making me squirm and moan in a blend of discomfort and unwanted pleasure.
<span class="othersf">“You like that, don’t you?”</span> she sneered, landing another sharp smack. <span class="othersf">“Maybe you’re more of a slut than I thought. Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying this.”</span>
Her dominance was undeniable, and the combination of her aggressive thrusts and the stinging spanks made it clear who was in control. Each new thrust and spank drove home her point, her cruel satisfaction evident in her tone and actions.
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Trying to find some semblance of pleasure amidst the relentless humiliation, I began to finger myself, my fingers desperately working to stimulate my clit while she continued to pound me from behind. The mix of degradation and the physical sensations started to build up, and I could feel an intense wave of pleasure surging through me.
My body trembled uncontrollably, the climax hitting me with such force that I couldn’t hold back the loud, involuntary moans escaping my lips. The orgasm left me gasping and quivering, caught between the conflicting emotions of shame and intense pleasure.
<span class="othersf">“Oh, look at that,”</span> she mocked, her tone dripping with disdain. <span class="othersf">“Even after all this, you can’t help but come like a pathetic little slut. Is this what you really wanted? To be reduced to nothing but a quivering mess for my amusement?”</span>
Her laughter was harsh and unforgiving, each taunt designed to emphasize my complete surrender to her control. The cruel amusement in her voice made it clear she enjoyed watching me squirm and writhe, her dominance over me absolute.
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It seemed that, exhausted from her relentless assault, her thrusts began to slow considerably. Soon, she pulled her strap-on out of my drenched, aching pussy. I curled up on the bed, my body still trembling from the intense session. My pussy was burning with a persistent itch, the aftermath of the raw, brutal treatment.
As I lay there, curled up in a fetal position, the remnants of our encounter left me feeling exposed and raw. The soreness between my legs was a constant reminder of the relentless pounding I had endured. My breaths were shallow, each inhalation coming with a wince as my sensitive, over-stimulated cunt throbbed with a fierce, lingering discomfort.
<span class="othersf">“Tired already, little slut?”</span> she taunted, her voice dripping with condescension. <span class="othersf">“I thought you could handle more than that. You look so pathetic curled up like that.”</span>
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But she didn’t give a damn about how I felt. With a commanding tone, she ordered me to move over and then settled herself comfortably beside me on the bed. <span class="othersf">“Move over, you pathetic little slut,”</span> she said, her voice dripping with disdain. <span class="othersf">“Now, suck,”</span> she commanded coldly, her eyes fixed on me with an impatient glare.
I complied, my heart pounding in my chest as I repositioned myself at her feet. With trembling hands, I reached for the strap-on that had just been buried deep inside me. <span class="heroine">“Please,”</span> I whispered, though I knew it was futile. I began to lick and suck it with desperate eagerness, trying to please her even though my own humiliation was reaching its peak. Each stroke of my tongue was met with her indifferent gaze, as she lounged lazily beside me, clearly enjoying the control she had over me.
She smirked as she watched me, clearly amused by my submission. <span class="othersf">“That’s it,”</span> she taunted, <span class="othersf">“suck it like the dirty whore you are.”</span> Her hand rested casually on the strap-on, occasionally guiding it deeper into my mouth. <span class="othersf">“Tell me, does it taste good?”</span> she sneered. <span class="othersf">“Do you like the taste of your own pussy on my strap-on?”</span>
My face was pressed against her skin, my lips and tongue working diligently on the strap-on, feeling the slick residue of our earlier encounter. Despite my internal revulsion and exhaustion, I continued to service her, my movements driven by the fear of further punishment.
<span class="othersf">“Faster, you slut!”</span> she barked. <span class="othersf">“I want to feel your desperation.”</span> Her laughter filled the room, adding to my sense of utter degradation as I tried to keep up with her demands.
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I lay there, polishing her strap-on with my lips and tongue, but it was clear that it wasn't enough for her. With a wicked grin, she said, <span class="othersf">“You know, I was really entertained watching you lick your feet on your stream. Seems like you're quite the foot fetishist. So why don't you show me how much you love feet now?”</span> She smirked as she shoved her foot in my face.
<span class="othersf">“Lick my feet, you little slut,”</span> she ordered, her voice dripping with sadistic pleasure.
I hesitated for a moment, then slowly and reluctantly took her foot in my hands. I positioned her toes close to my mouth, my heart racing with both dread and humiliation. Carefully, I began to lick each toe, my tongue moving cautiously over her skin. <span class="othersf">“That’s it,”</span> she purred, clearly enjoying the sight of my submission. <span class="othersf">“Make sure you savor every inch.”</span>
I licked and sucked on her toes, trying to please her despite my disgust. Each pass of my tongue across her foot was met with her satisfied chuckles. <span class="othersf">“Good little foot slut,”</span> she taunted. <span class="othersf">“You know how to make a girl happy.”</span>
As I continued, her laughter and cruel comments filled the room, making my task feel even more degrading. I could barely keep my focus as I worked on her foot, driven only by the fear of her wrath and the need to finish this humiliating ordeal.
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Then she said, <span class="othersf">“Don’t forget about the other foot,”</span> and pushed her second foot into my face.
With a sigh of resignation, I took her other foot in my hands. I started to lick and suck on her toes, feeling the heat of her sole against my face. As I worked on the toes of her first foot, she had shoved the second one into my mouth. I struggled to accommodate both feet, trying to balance the taste of her skin with the overwhelming humiliation.
Sucking on both big toes simultaneously, my mouth was stretched wide open, filled with the salty taste of her skin. <span class="othersf">“That’s it,”</span> she said with a mocking tone. <span class="othersf">“Show me how much you really enjoy it.”</span>
Her laughter echoed in my ears as I continued my task, trying my best to please her despite the overwhelming discomfort. The feeling of her feet pressed against my face, her toes invading my mouth, made the entire experience even more degrading. <span class="othersf">“You’re doing so well,”</span> she taunted. <span class="othersf">“Just remember, this is what you wanted.”</span>
I kept sucking and licking, my cheeks bulging as I tried to keep up with her demands. The mixture of shame and desperation filled me as I focused on my task, hoping to finish quickly and escape this humiliating situation.
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She pulled her foot out of my mouth and ran it slowly across my chest. The sensation of her foot sliding over my bare skin made me shiver with a mix of embarrassment and discomfort. <span class="othersf">“Squeeze your small tits together,”</span> she ordered, <span class="othersf">“and let me see how you can use them.”</span>
With trembling hands, I obeyed, pressing my breasts together. She positioned her foot between them and started moving it up and down, thrusting as if she were fucking my tits. The touch of her foot against my nipples and the humiliation of the act made me feel even more degraded.
After a few moments of this cruel mockery, she pulled her foot away and I resumed my task. I began to suck on her toes again, my mouth eagerly taking in each one as I licked and nuzzled the sole of her foot. The taste and texture of her skin filled my senses, and I focused on pleasing her despite the intense humiliation.
<span class="othersf">“Keep going,”</span> she said with a smirk. <span class="othersf">“Make sure you show me how much you love every part of me.”</span> Her voice was dripping with contempt, further amplifying my shame as I continued to worship her feet.
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She pulled her foot out of my mouth and gave me a commanding look. <span class="othersf">"Get on top of me,"</span> she instructed. Trembling but obedient, I carefully positioned myself, straddling her. I guided the strap-on into my pussy, the thick silicone stretching me as I lowered myself onto it.
With a moan of discomfort and a mix of shame, I placed my feet on her thighs for stability and began to bounce up and down on the strap-on. The pressure and friction were overwhelming, and I couldn't help but gasp as I rode her. My movements were a blend of hesitation and urgency, driven by the need to comply with her demands.
As I continued to ride her, she reached up and started to caress my back with her hands. Her touch was both soothing and degrading, adding to the mix of sensations I was experiencing. She leaned forward and took my nipples into her mouth, licking and sucking them with a practiced skill that made my body shiver.
<span class="othersf">"That's it,"</span> she murmured between licks, <span class="othersf">"Keep bouncing for me, you little slut. Show me how much you can take."</span> Her breath on my skin and the relentless stimulation made me feel even more exposed and humiliated, but I had no choice but to continue.
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She looked at me with a mixture of disdain and satisfaction. <span class="othersf">"You’re such a lazy slut,"</span> she said with a sneer. <span class="othersf">"I want you to ride that strap-on harder. Show me just how eager you are to please me."</span>
Her words stung, but I had no choice but to comply. With a mix of desperation and humiliation, I started bouncing more vigorously on the strap-on. The thick, artificial cock stretched me, and every movement sent jolts of sensation through my already sensitive pussy. I could feel my body beginning to betray me again as the relentless stimulation pushed me towards another climax.
Despite my exhaustion and the persistent ache between my legs, I couldn't stop myself. I was already on the edge, having climaxed twice today from this strap-on, my arousal and humiliation blending into an intense, overwhelming experience.
<span class="othersf">"That’s better,"</span> she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction as she watched me. <span class="othersf">"I knew you had it in you. Keep going, and don’t stop until I’m satisfied."</span>
Her cruel satisfaction only made my predicament more unbearable, but I continued to ride her strap-on, determined to meet her expectations, even as my own body quaked with another impending climax.
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She looked at me with a mixture of disdain and disappointment. <span class="othersf">“You’re nothing but a finished slut,”</span> she sneered. <span class="othersf">“I’m really annoyed that you’re actually enjoying this. I wanted to punish you, not give you pleasure.”</span>
Her words cut deep, but I knew I had no choice but to comply. <span class="othersf">“I want to finish too,”</span> she continued, her voice dripping with frustration. <span class="othersf">“So get down there. Lick my pussy clean.”</span>
With a mix of fear and reluctant eagerness, I moved into position, my heart racing as I approached her exposed pussy. I was desperate for this ordeal to end. I leaned in and began to eagerly lick her, my tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes as I made sure to get every inch of her slick folds.
She moaned with satisfaction, her fingers gripping the sheets as I worked on her. I could feel the heat of her arousal against my face, and I desperately hoped that this act would lead to the end of our painful encounter. Her heavy breathing and the occasional harsh commands made it clear that she was close to her own climax.
<span class="othersf">“That’s right,”</span> she said with a smirk. <span class="othersf">“Make sure you get every drop. Show me just how much of a desperate slut you are.”</span>
I continued to lick, driven by the hope that this would be the final act in this degrading session, all the while trying to ignore the mix of humiliation and exhaustion that overwhelmed me.
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As I knelt on all fours, my ass raised high, I licked her pussy with desperate fervor. My tongue worked tirelessly, tracing every fold and crevice as I aimed to please her and bring her to climax. The taste of her arousal coated my tongue, and I could feel her breathing becoming more ragged with each passing moment.
Despite the burning humiliation and exhaustion, I focused on my task, driven by the desire to end this encounter. My tongue moved rhythmically, sliding over her wetness, while my position allowed me to be as thorough as possible.
With each stroke, her moans grew louder, more urgent. Finally, I felt her body tense and heard her cry out as she reached her orgasm. Her juices flooded my mouth, and I continued to lick until she was completely satisfied.
I could feel the intensity of her climax as she shuddered, her hands gripping the sheets tightly. As her breathing began to slow, I held my position, hoping that my efforts would bring this degrading session to an end.
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But after her orgasm, she wasn’t finished. She stood up, her eyes gleaming with a wicked intent. She reached for a large, black, rubber dildo, its size intimidating and its length formidable. <span class="othersf">“Take this,”</span> she commanded, handing it to me. <span class="othersf">“Lube it up generously with your saliva and spread your legs wide.”</span>
I complied, feeling a mix of dread and resignation as I took the dildo and began to coat it with my own spit. My hands were trembling slightly, but I made sure to apply plenty of saliva, covering every inch of the toy.
With a resigned sigh, I lay back down, my legs spread wide and vulnerable. I positioned the dildo between my lips and started to suck it, taking it into my mouth as deeply as I could manage. The rubber was cold and unyielding against my tongue, but I forced myself to keep going.
Meanwhile, she moved closer, her feet reaching out to touch my exposed pussy. Her toes brushed against my sensitive folds, spreading my labia apart with a casual, almost mocking touch. I could feel her feet gliding over me, their pressure adding another layer of humiliation to my already degrading situation.
As I continued to suck on the dildo, her feet worked with a slow, deliberate motion, teasing and stretching me. The contrast between the cold, hard rubber in my mouth and the warm, soft skin of her feet on my pussy only intensified the humiliation.
She watched me with a smirk, clearly enjoying the control she had over me and the sight of my obedience. <span class="othersf">“That’s it,”</span> she taunted. <span class="othersf">“Make sure you get that dildo nice and wet, and keep those legs spread. You’re doing exactly what I want.”</span>
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After that, she gave me a new command. <span class="othersf">“Now, insert that big black dildo into your pussy,”</span> she ordered, her tone leaving no room for disobedience. <span class="othersf">“I want to see you stretch yourself open while I help.”</span>
I hesitated for a moment, but then positioned the dildo at my entrance. With a deep breath, I began to push it inside, feeling its girth stretching me painfully and deliciously. As I slid it in and out of my pussy, she guided my movements, her feet spreading my labia wide to give me better access.
The feeling of the rubber filling me was intense, but her next command took things to a new level. She moved closer and used one of her feet to start stimulating my clitoris. Her toes gently rubbed and flicked against the sensitive bundle of nerves, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
The combination of the dildo thrusting inside me and her foot expertly working on my clit quickly became overwhelming. My breathing grew ragged as the pleasure built up, and before long, I was pushed to another intense orgasm.
<span class="othersf">“That’s it,”</span> she cooed, her voice dripping with satisfaction. <span class="othersf">“Keep going. I want to see you come again. Use that dildo and let me feel every bit of it.”</span>
Her foot continued its relentless stimulation, pushing me closer to the edge with every touch. My body shuddered and convulsed as the climax hit, and she watched with a satisfied grin, reveling in the control she held over me.
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Exhausted and sweating from the intense session, she lay back on the bed, spreading her legs wide. <span class="othersf">“Now it’s your turn,”</span> she commanded, her voice thick with anticipation. <span class="othersf">“Fuck me with that big black dildo.”</span>
I grabbed the dildo in my hand, feeling its firm, rubbery texture. I positioned it at her entrance, watching as her pussy eagerly welcomed it. With a deep breath, I began thrusting it rhythmically into her, each motion pushing deeper into her tight, wet cunt.
As I fucked her with the dildo, I moved my mouth down to her foot, eagerly licking and sucking on her toes. Her feet were damp with sweat and a hint of the sweet, musky scent that made my arousal spike. <span class="heroine">“You like that, don’t you? Feeling me stretch your pussy open with this big black cock?”</span> I murmured, my voice dripping with lust.
<span class="othersf">“Yes, that’s it,”</span> she panted, her voice strained with pleasure. <span class="othersf">“Don’t stop, make me feel every inch of it.”</span>
I continued to pump the dildo in and out of her, and I made sure to lavish attention on her foot. I licked between her toes, savoring the salty taste as I sucked her big toe deeply into my mouth. <span class="heroine">“Your feet taste so good,”</span> I said, breathlessly. <span class="heroine">“I love how your toes feel against my tongue.”</span>
<span class="othersf">“Good,”</span> she moaned, her voice trembling with each thrust. <span class="othersf">“Suck them harder. I want to feel your tongue all over my feet while you fuck me.”</span>
I shifted my focus from the dildo to her foot, tracing the contours of her arch with my tongue. <span class="heroine">"Tell me how much you enjoy it,"</span> I purred, my voice muffled by her foot. <span class="heroine">"How do my licks make you feel?"</span>
<span class="othersf">"It’s amazing,"</span> she gasped, her breathing ragged. <span class="othersf">"You’re such a dirty little slut for my feet. Lick them clean, and don’t stop until I’m completely satisfied."</span>
I continued to lick and suck her feet, paying special attention to her soles, savoring the sensation of her soft skin against my tongue. I ran my tongue slowly along the curve of her foot, from the heel to the toes, each stroke making her squirm with pleasure. <span class="heroine">"You’ve got such beautiful feet,"</span> I said between licks. <span class="heroine">"I love how they taste, how they feel in my mouth."</span>
<span class="othersf">"Good girl,"</span> she praised, her eyes fluttering with pleasure. <span class="othersf">"Now, don’t forget the other foot. I want to feel your tongue on both of them."</span>
With that, I moved to her other foot, eagerly sucking and licking each toe. I made sure to give equal attention, tracing my tongue along her instep and curling around each toe with fervor. <span class="heroine">"I’m going to make you come for me,"</span> I said, my voice low and teasing. <span class="heroine">"Tell me how much you love it."</span>
<span class="othersf">"I love it so much,"</span> she moaned, her fingers digging into the sheets. <span class="othersf">"Your tongue feels incredible on my feet. I’m so close to coming, keep going."</span>
I continued to pleasure her feet, all while maintaining a steady rhythm with the dildo inside her. My focus was divided between her moans of pleasure and the taste of her skin, ensuring she was fully satisfied.
<span class="othersf">"Yes,"</span> she cried out, her voice breaking as she neared her climax. <span class="othersf">"That’s it. Keep licking, keep fucking me. I’m going to come so hard."</span>
I pressed on, savoring every moment of her reaction as she reached her climax. The room was filled with the sounds of our combined arousal, and I felt a deep satisfaction in giving her exactly what she desired.
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After yet another intense orgasm, her mood seemed to improve slightly. She looked at me with a mix of satisfaction and contempt. <span class="othersf">"Alright, slut, that’s enough. You can go now,"</span> she said dismissively. But I was so drained and humiliated that I barely had the strength to move.
Seeing my state, she pulled me closer and pressed her lips against mine in a fervent kiss. Her tongue explored my mouth with a fervor that matched the earlier intensity of our encounter. <span class="othersf">"You’re such a pathetic mess,"</span> she whispered between kisses, her voice both cruel and tender.
<span class="othersf">"Look at you,"</span> she taunted, her lips still brushing against mine. <span class="othersf">"All hot and bothered, just like the desperate little slut you are. Did you really think you’d get out of this without a taste of humiliation? You’re nothing but a plaything for me."</span>
We continued to kiss, her hands roaming over my body as she made sure to accentuate my utter degradation. Her touch was both harsh and possessive, and every caress was a reminder of my objectification.
<span class="othersf">"I bet you loved every second of this, didn’t you?"</span> she sneered, her voice dripping with scorn. <span class="othersf">"You’re just a dirty little whore who can’t get enough. It must’ve been such a thrill to be used like this, to have your so-called dignity stripped away piece by piece."</span>
She paused, letting her hands rest on my shoulders as she looked at me with a smirk. <span class="othersf">"You know,"</span> she said, her tone almost playful, <span class="othersf">"I really thought you’d try to fight back or resist a bit more. But no, you just rolled over and played your part like the good little slut you are."</span>
I took a shuddering breath, trying to compose myself as much as I could. <span class="othersf">"Alright, you can go now,"</span> she said, her voice now slightly softer but still laced with an edge of command. <span class="othersf">"I’m done with you for now. But don’t think you’re free from me. I might just want to have some more fun with you later."</span>
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With her final words echoing in my ears, I shakily got off the bed. I quickly dressed, my clothes feeling unbearably tight and oppressive against my battered body. As I stumbled out of her apartment, I could feel her gaze burning into my back, and a mix of relief and deep, lingering humiliation washed over me. I left the apartment, my heart racing, knowing I had just been subjected to an ordeal I would never forget.
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<p>The fluorescent lights flicker occasionally, casting shadows that dance across the walls. An advertisement for a new nightclub catches your eye, its bright colors a stark contrast to the otherwise drab surroundings.</p>
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<p>As you look around, you see a mix of people hurriedly moving about. A businesswoman with a briefcase is tapping away on her phone, seemingly lost in her own world. Nearby, a street musician is playing a lively tune on his saxophone, drawing a small crowd of onlookers who drop coins into his open case. In the corner, a group of tourists is studying a map, clearly trying to figure out their next destination.</p>
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<p>With the train now approaching, you feel a sense of anticipation as the platform vibrates slightly. The bright lights of the station seem to reflect off the sleek, metallic surfaces of the train, promising a journey through the vibrant city.</p>
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<li>[[Exit the station and explore the city center|CityCenter]]</li>
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<p>You approach the turnstile and pull out 2 dollars. After inserting the money, the barrier clicks open, and you step through.</p>
<<set $money -= 2>>
<p>The air in the metro station is cool and musty as you descend the stairs, the sound of distant trains echoing through the tunnels. The platform is bathed in a soft, artificial light, creating a stark contrast with the shadows that stretch along the tiled walls.</p>
<p>The station blends elements of modern design with older, worn features, giving it a unique and somewhat nostalgic atmosphere. The hum of the city's subway system is ever-present, and you can see other passengers waiting for their trains, each absorbed in their own thoughts.</p>
<p>You take a moment to gather your bearings and decide what to do next.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Continue|MetroCityCenterStation]]</li>
</ul><<if $basketballEncounter>>
<img src="img/locations/outside/basketball/court_day.jpg"/>
<p>You remember the hostile encounter you had with the players the last time you approached them. You decide to keep your distance, not wanting to relive the humiliation and the harsh words from before. Instead, you observe from afar, choosing to avoid provoking them again.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Return to the street|Outside]]</li>
</ul>
<<else>>
<<set $basketballEncounter = true>>
<img src="img/locations/outside/basketball/court_guys.jpg"/>
<p>You walk up to the group of players, who are locked in an intense game. As you approach, one of the players, distracted by your presence, misses an easy shot. His face twists in anger as he glares at you, clearly annoyed by the interruption.</p>
<p>“What the fuck is this white bitch doing here?” he barks, his voice filled with contempt. The other players stop and turn to look at you, their faces reflecting a mixture of disdain and hostility.</p>
<p>One of the players, visibly irritated, stomps over to you. “What the hell do you want?” he growls, his eyes narrowing.</p>
<p>You stutter, “I was just hoping I could... maybe join your game?”</p>
<p>He cuts you off with a sneer. “Hell no, we don’t play with fucking bitches, especially not white ones. Only in bed, if you’re lucky,” he says, and the group erupts in cruel laughter.</p>
<p>Feeling a rush of humiliation and anger, you take a step back, your face burning with shame. The laughter and jeers continue as you walk away, their voices echoing, “Get the fuck out of here, you skinny white bitch!”</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Return to the street|Outside]]</li>
</ul>
<</if>>
<p>Although one half of the court is occupied by aggressive Black guys, the other half is empty, apparently no one wants to deal with them. You also see several basketballs lying on the ground.</p>
<<if !$inventory.includes("Workout Clothing")>>
<img src="img/locations/outside/basketball/court_day.jpg"/>
<p>Without workout clothing, you decide it’s best to head to the mall to purchase some. Playing basketball in your regular clothes would be too awkward and uncomfortable.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Leave the court and go back to the street|Outside]]</li>
</ul>
<<else>>
<p>You grab a basketball from the court and start practicing your shots. You move around the court, shooting hoops and working on your skills. The physical activity feels good, and you can feel yourself getting more into the game.</p>
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<<if $basketballAloneUsage < 10>>
<<set $fitness = $fitness + 1>>
<<set $basketballAloneUsage = $basketballAloneUsage + 1>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<if $basketballAloneUsage >= 10>>
<p>You've played basketball alone numerous times. The physical benefits are already evident, and further play won't increase your fitness attribute any more.</p>
<<if !$talkedToTycen>>
<p>As you prepare to leave the court, you hear someone shout, "Hey, white chick, wait up!"</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Ignore and leave|Outside]]</li>
<li>[[Stop and find out what they want|ApproachShouter]]</li>
</ul>
<</if>>
<<if $talkedToTycen>>
<ul>
<li>[[Leave the court and go back to the street|Outside]]</li>
</ul>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<if $basketballAloneUsage < 10>>
<ul>
<li>[[Leave the court and go back to the street|Outside]]</li>
</ul>
<</if>>
<</if>><p>Deciding it’s better not to be rude or ignore the shouting guy, you come to a stop. A moment later, a huge, muscular Black man, towering over you by at least two heads, emerges from behind you. He looks down at you with a curious expression.</p>
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<p>With a hint of annoyance, you ask, "What do you want?"</p>
<p>The man raises his hands in a placating gesture and says, "Take it easy, little one. Are you still upset about what happened with the guys earlier? Malik got distracted because of you, which caused him to miss a shot. We were playing for money, so he got a bit heated, but it’s all good now. I’m not here to make things worse."</p>
<p>Relieved, you ask, "So, did you call me over just to apologize? If that's all, I'm not upset, and I'd like to leave now."</p>
<p>He smirks and shakes his head, "No, sweetheart, that’s not why I called you. While we were playing, we noticed you practicing basketball on the other side of the court. Honestly, it was a pretty sorry sight, but I see some potential in you. If you’re interested, I can show you a few tricks to improve your game." He winks at you.</p>
<<set $talkedToTycen = true>>
<ul>
<li>[[Politely decline and leave the court|Outside]]</li>
<li>[[Agree to let him show you some tricks|BasketballTricks]]</li>
</ul><p>Deciding that a lesson in basketball wouldn't hurt, you agree to practice with Tycen. He nods approvingly and suddenly tosses you a basketball. You manage to catch it just in time, feeling its weight in your hands.</p>
<p>Tycen extends his large, calloused hand towards you and says with a confident grin, "Let's go practice, baby." His tone is both encouraging and commanding, and you can see that he’s genuinely interested in helping you improve your skills.</p>
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<p>For the most part, Tycen demonstrates the proper movements and shooting techniques. His instructions are clear, and you find yourself picking up the basics quite well. The practice goes smoothly, and you start to feel more confident about your abilities.</p>
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</video>
<p>As you gather your things and prepare to leave, Tycen calls out to you, "Hey, if you want to practice more seriously sometime, just let me know. I'm here to help you out if you need it."</p>
<p>With a nod of appreciation, you thank him and head off, feeling satisfied with the session and the new skills you've acquired.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Leave the court and go back to the street|Outside]]</li>
</ul>
<<set $fitness = $fitness + 2>>
<<set $tycen_relationship = $tycen_relationship + 5>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>><p>You call Tycen over, and after he says something to his friends that makes them all burst into loud laughter, he approaches you with a smirk. “Ready to sweat it out, baby?” he says, his tone dripping with cockiness.</p>
<p>Today, Tycen’s behavior is even more brazen than during your first practice. It’s clear he’s feeling emboldened, likely because his friends—a group of Black men on the other side of the court—are watching and laughing, hurling crude comments and jeers your way. Tycen seems to thrive on their attention, basking in their approval.</p>
<p>He demonstrates a few moves, showing off his skills with a flourish before tossing you the basketball. “Take off that shirt you’ve got wrapped around your waist,” he instructs, “it’ll be easier this way.” Whether he means easier for you or for him is anyone’s guess. You remove the shirt and toss it onto the court, leaving you in just your light shorts.</p>
<p>As you prepare to take a shot, Tycen steps up behind you, his presence imposing. He grips your sides firmly with both hands, his touch both commanding and intimate. “You’re not moving right,” he says, his breath warm against your neck. “Let me help you out.” Just as you’re about to shoot, he playfully smacks your rear, his voice coaxing, “Come on, baby.”</p>
<p>Startled by his sudden and bold action, you miss the basket, and Tycen bursts into laughter, his amusement ringing out over the court. His friends join in, their laughter adding to your embarrassment.</p>
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<p>Despite the awkward moment earlier, Tycen seems eager to continue the training. After a few more shots, he suggests working on dribbling. He starts bouncing the ball with a practiced rhythm, and you follow his lead, trying to get the hang of it.</p>
<p>As you concentrate on the ball, Tycen positions himself behind you. His large, powerful hands grasp your sides with a firm, almost possessive grip. His touch is commanding, yet intimate, making you acutely aware of his presence. He presses his body against yours, his groin deliberately brushing against your rear with each bounce of the ball. The sensation is unmistakably provocative, and his confidence is palpable.</p>
<p>“Focus on the rhythm,” he murmurs, his voice a low, throaty rumble. “Let your body move with the ball. You’ve got to feel the connection.” His hands slide up and down your sides, his fingertips occasionally brushing against your skin. The contact is both assertive and suggestive, his large frame enveloping you as he demonstrates the dribbling technique.</p>
<p>Tycen’s actions become increasingly bold, his body pressing tighter against you as he makes you adjust your stance. His movements are deliberately slow, his breath hot against your neck. The friction between his groin and your rear is deliberate, creating an electric tension that’s hard to ignore.</p>
<p>“You’re doing great, baby,” he growls, his voice tinged with a smirk. “Just let go and feel the game.” His hands continue to roam, exploring the curve of your waist and the small of your back, as he maintains an almost possessive hold. The intimate contact is a stark reminder of the line he’s crossing, but his focus on your technique seems to mask his true intentions.</p>
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<p>As you focus on the dribbling, Tycen’s hands move confidently to your waist, his grip firm and commanding. Before you can fully react, he lifts you off the ground with surprising ease, holding you high above the court. You instinctively place the ball in the hoop, the action feeling almost effortless from this elevated position.</p>
<p>“Perfect shot!” Tycen exclaims, his voice filled with approval. His praise, however, does little to distract you from the fact that while he’s holding you up, your backside is practically pressed against his face. The sensation of being so close, with only the thin fabric of your shorts separating your rear from him, is both thrilling and awkward.</p>
<p>His hands are strong and secure around your waist, and you can feel his breath against your exposed skin. The proximity of his face so close to your rear is undeniable, and the tension in the air is palpable. The experience is both exhilarating and intensely personal, making you acutely aware of his physical presence.</p>
<p>Eventually, Tycen gently lowers you back to the ground. As you stand on your own two feet, he steps back and gives you a broad grin. “You’re making some real progress,” he says, his tone a mix of encouragement and satisfaction. The praise is welcome, but the lingering memory of his hands on your waist and the intimate contact is hard to shake.</p>
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<p>After a rigorous workout, you're sweating heavily, feeling the exhaustion set in. You turn to Tycen, your voice tinged with fatigue as you say, "I’m really tired and could use a break." His expression shifts to one of mild disappointment, but he quickly masks it with a smirk.</p>
<p>“Alright, no problem, baby,” he says, his voice laced with a hint of flirtation. “You look like you could use a shower and some rest.” His gaze lingers on you, taking in the way your clothes cling to your sweaty body. The implication of his words and the suggestive tone in his voice leave little to the imagination.</p>
<p>He steps closer, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “If you decide you want to continue with the training later, just come find me here,” he adds, his fingers lingering for a moment longer than necessary. “I’ll be around, ready to help you out whenever you need it.”</p>
<p>With that, he gives you a final, lingering look before turning away, allowing you to head off to freshen up. The heat of the moment and his lingering presence make you feel both relieved and intriguingly unsettled.</p>
<ul>
<li>[[Leave the court and go back to the street|Outside]]</li>
</ul>
<<set $fitness = $fitness + 2>>
<<set $tycen_relationship = $tycen_relationship + 5>>
<<set $currentTime = ($currentTime + 1) % setup.dayPart.length>>
<<if $currentTime is 0>>
<<set $currentDay = ($currentDay + 1) % setup.datePart.length>>
<</if>>Upon entering Margaret's room, you found her sprawled out on the bed, her curves accentuated by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. She locked eyes with you, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she lazily stretched, her robe slipping slightly to reveal more of her thigh. "Come here, my little thief," she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.
Your heart pounded in your chest, and you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks as you stumbled over your words, trying to explain yourself. "I-I swear, I haven't stolen anything since that ring…"
Margaret cut you off, her voice sharp yet playful, "I know that, you silly girl. But I just felt like having some fun tonight. Now, shut up and come here."
Trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation, you slowly approached the bed, your eyes never leaving hers. She watched you with a predatory gaze, her tongue flicking over her lips as if savoring the moment. When you were close enough, she reached out with her foot, gently caressing your cheek. The sensation of her soft, stocking-clad foot against your skin sent a jolt of electricity down your spine.
"Mmm, that's a good girl," she murmured, her tone laced with wicked delight. "You like that, don’t you? My little thief turned obedient slut."
Before you could respond, she used her other foot to part your lips, slipping her toes into your mouth. "Suck," she commanded, her eyes narrowing as she watched you obey. You could taste the fabric of her stockings as your tongue swirled around her toes, feeling both humiliated and inexplicably aroused by the act.
"That's it… suck them like you know you deserve this," she cooed, her voice heavy with dominance. She pressed her foot deeper into your mouth, her other foot now trailing down your neck, teasingly brushing against your collarbone.
Margaret let out a low, satisfied hum as you continued, the wet sounds of your mouth working on her foot filling the room. "You’re such a filthy little thing, aren’t you? Stealing from me… and now here you are, worshipping my feet like the pathetic slut you are."
She chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through you. "You know, you should be grateful I’m even letting you do this. Maybe if you do a good job, I’ll let you keep those pretty lips of yours around something else next time."
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Margaret slowly withdrew her foot from your mouth, a glistening trail of saliva connecting your lips to her toes before breaking. Without a word, she began to lower her feet, dragging them sensuously down your body. Her movements were deliberate, teasing, as she pressed the soft soles against your neck, lingering there for a moment as if relishing the way your pulse quickened beneath her touch.
"You’re trembling," she noted with a wicked smile, her voice low and sultry. "I like that."
She continued her downward path, her feet gliding over your collarbone and pressing into the softness of your breasts. The pressure made your breath hitch, and she smirked at the reaction, her toes curling slightly as they teased your nipples through the fabric of your clothes.
Margaret's legs then drifted lower, her feet caressing your stomach, each touch sending shivers of anticipation through you. "You look so nervous," she purred, her voice laced with mock concern. "But I know deep down, you’re loving every second of this, aren’t you?"
Finally, her feet reached the hem of your skirt, and she skillfully hooked her toes under the fabric. With a deliberate slowness that felt like torture, she lifted the edges of your skirt, her feet working in unison to peel it away from your thighs. Inch by inch, your skirt was pushed up, exposing more of your legs until it was bunched around your hips, revealing the delicate lace of your panties.
Margaret let out a low, approving hum as her eyes drank in the sight. "Mmm, such pretty little panties," she murmured, her voice dripping with sinful delight. "So innocent, yet here you are, about to be anything but."
With your skirt now fully raised, she pressed her feet against your inner thighs, spreading them apart slightly, just enough to emphasize your vulnerability. "You’ve got nowhere to hide now," she teased, her tone a blend of authority and desire. "Let’s see just how much of a good little slut you can be."
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Margaret's gaze darkened with lust as she let her feet linger on your exposed thighs, her toes teasingly brushing the sensitive skin. She grinned wickedly, savoring the anticipation in your eyes. Without warning, she pressed her foot firmly against your pussy through the thin fabric of your panties, the pressure sending a jolt of pleasure straight through your core.
"Mmm, you’re already so wet, aren’t you?" she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "I can feel it, even through these cute little panties."
She began to move her foot slowly back and forth, the motion deliberate and torturously slow. Each time her toes slid over your clit, you couldn’t help the soft gasp that escaped your lips. The friction was maddening, the thin layer of fabric only intensifying the sensation.
"Look at you, already squirming under my foot," Margaret chuckled, her tone taunting. "You’re so easy to please, aren’t you? Just a little rub and you’re already soaking."
She continued to move her foot in a rhythmic motion, each stroke pushing you closer to the edge. The combination of the soft, silky stockings against your damp panties and the steady, almost lazy pace of her foot made it impossible to think of anything else but the pleasure building inside you.
"Don’t hold back," she whispered, her eyes locked on your face, watching every reaction. "I want to see you come undone for me, like the obedient little slut you are."
With each passing moment, her foot pressed harder, the pace quickening just slightly as she grinded against your pussy with increasing intensity. Your hips started to move involuntarily, desperate for more of the delicious friction.
"That’s it," Margaret coaxed, her voice husky with desire. "Ride my foot, you filthy little thing. Show me how much you want it."
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Margaret moved to the edge of the bed with a graceful, predatory elegance, her eyes never leaving yours. She sat down, her legs slightly parted, and motioned for you to step closer. You hesitated for a moment, but the command in her gaze left you with no choice but to obey.
As you stood before her, she reached out, her hands firmly gripping your ass through your skirt. Her fingers dug into your flesh with a possessive strength, pulling you closer until you were pressed between her thighs.
"Such a perfect little ass," she murmured, her voice a mix of admiration and hunger. Without breaking eye contact, she tugged your skirt upward, inch by agonizing inch, the fabric brushing against your thighs as it rose. The tension was palpable, your heart racing as she slowly exposed more of your skin.
When your skirt was finally bunched around your waist, she held it there with one hand, ensuring you were completely exposed to her. With her other hand, she squeezed your bare ass harder, her fingers kneading the soft flesh possessively. "I knew you’d have such a slutty body under those clothes," she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Now, let’s see just how much of a dirty little girl you really are."
She leaned in closer, her breath hot against your skin as she let her fingers trace the curve of your ass, teasingly close to your most intimate areas. "I’m going to enjoy every second of this," she whispered, her lips grazing your skin as she spoke. "And you’re going to love every bit of it too, aren’t you?"
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Margaret's hands slid down to the hem of your panties, her fingers brushing tantalizingly close to your most intimate areas, the thin fabric of your underwear the only barrier between her touch and your heated skin. She paused for a moment, savoring the anticipation in your trembling body, before her hands gripped your ass firmly.
With a possessive strength, she began to knead your cheeks, her fingers digging into the soft flesh as she squeezed and molded them to her will. The pressure was both overwhelming and intoxicating, making you gasp as she worked your ass with a mix of roughness and care.
"Mmm, such a tight little body," she murmured, her voice a low growl of satisfaction. "I can feel how tense you are, but I’m going to make sure you relax… one way or another."
As she continued to squeeze and massage your ass, her fingers moved more deliberately, pushing and pulling at your flesh. Slowly, she began to part your cheeks, spreading them wide. The sensation was both humiliating and thrilling, your most private areas now exposed to her control.
"You’re so sensitive," she teased, her fingers brushing dangerously close to the edge of your panties, just barely grazing the entrance to your pussy. "I can feel you trembling. Are you nervous? Or maybe… excited?"
With a wicked grin, she tightened her grip, pulling your cheeks even farther apart. "There’s nothing you can hide from me now," she whispered, her breath hot against your skin. "I own every part of you… and you’re going to let me do whatever I want with this perfect little ass."
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Margaret's hands finally released their grip on your ass, the sudden absence of pressure leaving your skin tingling. But before you could catch your breath, her hands were on your chest, fingers splaying across your breasts with a possessive urgency. She squeezed them firmly through your blouse, her thumbs grazing your nipples as she massaged your breasts with a mixture of roughness and care.
"Mmm, such a perfect little body," she purred, her voice dripping with lust. "I’ve been wanting to get my hands on these for a while now."
Her hands roamed freely, feeling the softness of your breasts under the thin fabric of your blouse, the heat of her touch seeping through to your skin. Without warning, she dug her fingers into the fabric and yanked hard, the sudden force tearing your blouse open with a sharp rip. The buttons scattered across the floor, and the cool air hit your bare skin as your blouse fell away, revealing your bra beneath.
Margaret’s eyes darkened with hunger as she took in the sight of your exposed chest. "Now that’s more like it," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. She traced a finger along the edge of your bra, her touch feather-light, before suddenly grabbing your breasts again, squeezing them with renewed vigor.
"Such pretty little tits," she whispered, her breath hot against your neck as she leaned in closer. "I couldn’t wait to see them, to feel them… and now they’re all mine."
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Margaret's gaze remained locked on you, her desire palpable as she took in the sight of your exposed, trembling form. Her fingers gripped the edges of your bra with a sudden, ruthless determination. With a swift, deliberate motion, she tore the fabric apart, the material ripping loudly and scattering across the room.
The remnants of your bra fell away, leaving your bare breasts fully exposed. Margaret's eyes lit up with a mix of amusement and satisfaction as she took in your small, pert chest. She let out a laugh, a sultry sound filled with mockery. "Well, aren’t you just adorable?" she teased, her voice dripping with derision. "Such tiny little tits."
Her hands roamed over your newly exposed skin, her touch both rough and taunting as she squeezed and pinched your nipples, enjoying the way you squirmed under her touch. "I must say, your little tits are quite amusing," she continued, her laughter a dark melody of dominance. "But don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re good and thoroughly entertained."
Margaret’s fingers lingered on your exposed skin, her touch possessive as she continued to explore. "I bet you never imagined you’d be in this position," she purred, her eyes never leaving your chest. "But now that you’re here, I intend to make the most of it."
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You tried to speak, your voice trembling with a mixture of desperation and defiance as you attempted to reason with Margaret. But before you could finish your sentence, she cut you off with a harsh, authoritative grip. Her hand closed around your throat, her fingers digging in with a force that left no room for argument.
"Shut up," she snarled, her voice cold and commanding. "I don’t want to hear another word from you. You’re here to be my plaything, and that’s all you need to know."
Her grip on your throat tightened just enough to make you gasp, her eyes flashing with dominance. The pressure left you struggling for breath, a mix of fear and arousal coursing through you.
With a cruel smirk, she released her hold on your throat, but her hand moved with the same ruthless determination as she shifted her focus. She seized one of your nipples with a firm, unyielding grip. Her fingers wrapped around the delicate bud, applying a harsh pressure that made you wince.
Margaret’s smile widened as she watched your reaction, her eyes filled with malicious pleasure. "You think you can resist me? Look at how sensitive you are," she taunted, her voice dripping with contempt. "This little nipple is so eager for attention. I bet you love every second of this."
She began to twist and squeeze your nipple, her movements forceful and unrelenting. Each pinch sent jolts of pain and pleasure through your body, leaving you gasping and moaning in response. Margaret’s grip was punishing, yet she seemed to revel in the control she had over you.
"Does that hurt?" she asked, her tone dripping with mock sympathy. "Good. You’re going to learn quickly that I enjoy hearing you whimper. Now, be a good little toy and take it."
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Margaret's dominance took a sudden turn as she roughly shoved you with a powerful push, sending you sprawling across her lap.
"You look so perfect like this," Margaret purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. Her hand rested on your back, pressing you down into the position she desired, while her other hand lingered on your exposed rear.
"Look at you, bent over my knee," she continued, her tone a mix of mockery and lust. "Just how I like to see you—submissive and ready for whatever I decide."
She ran her fingers over your exposed ass, tracing the curve of your cheeks with a possessive touch. Her fingers felt warm and firm against your skin, the contact both soothing and arousing. "You’re such a good little toy," she teased, her voice filled with dark pleasure. "I can’t wait to have some fun with you in this position."
Margaret's hand lingered, her touch growing more assertive as she gripped your hips, adjusting you to ensure you stayed perfectly positioned. "Let’s see how well you handle this," she said, her tone commanding and unyielding. "You’re going to stay right here, and you’re going to enjoy every second of it."
Her words were a promise of the control she had over you, her fingers tracing teasingly close to your most sensitive areas, leaving you in a state of heightened anticipation.
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Margaret's fingers dug into the waistband of your panties with a cruel, deliberate intent. She yanked them tightly, the fabric digging painfully into your pussy, making you gasp as the pressure intensified. The tightness of the panties accentuated every sensation, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable.
"Oh, I can see how much you're enjoying this," Margaret purred with a wicked grin. "Those panties are digging in so nicely, aren’t they? I bet you’re feeling every bit of it."
Her hand left the waistband of your panties and moved to your exposed ass. She began to stroke and pat your cheeks with a firm, authoritative touch. Each stroke was measured and deliberate, the flat of her palm making contact with your skin in a way that was both commanding and punishing.
Margaret's hand found a rhythm, her palm gliding over your cheeks, then delivering a sharp, stinging smack that left a burning sensation in its wake. "You’re doing so well," she taunted, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Look at you, squirming and gasping. I bet you love the way I’m making you feel."
With each smack, she increased the intensity slightly, her hand coming down harder, causing a mix of pain and pleasure to ripple through your body. Her fingers occasionally lingered, smoothing over the reddened skin before delivering another forceful slap.
"You’re such a good little slut, taking everything I give you," Margaret cooed, her voice low and sultry. "And those panties? They’re just adding to the fun. You should be grateful I’m giving you this attention."
She continued to play with your ass, her touch a mix of firm strokes and sharp slaps, making sure you felt every bit of her control. "Enjoy this while it lasts," she whispered, her breath hot against your ear. "Because you know I’m not finished with you yet."
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Margaret's fingers drifted to the waistband of your panties, her touch both deliberate and teasing. She slipped her hand beneath the fabric, her fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. The feeling of her hand so close to your most intimate areas sent shivers through your body, heightening your anticipation.
With a slow, deliberate motion, she began to pull your panties down. Her touch was firm but careful, ensuring that you felt every inch of the fabric sliding down your legs. As she tugged them lower, the waistband caught slightly on your hips, the tension making the moment even more excruciatingly erotic.
"You’re so helpless like this," Margaret purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "I can see how much you’re squirming, but you know you can’t stop me."
She continued her careful removal of your panties, her fingers grazing over your exposed skin with a lingering, possessive touch. As the fabric reached your thighs, she paused for a moment, her fingers teasingly close to your pussy. "You should just relax and let me do whatever I want," she said, her tone dark and seductive. "You know you’re not in a position to resist."
With a final, deliberate tug, she pulled your panties down past your knees, then off completely, tossing them aside with a sense of triumph. You were left completely exposed, your most private areas fully on display.
"Look at you now," Margaret said, her voice a low, approving murmur. "So vulnerable and at my mercy. There’s nothing you can do but submit to me."
Her fingers continued to graze over your bare skin, each touch a reminder of the power she held over you. "You’re mine to play with," she added, her tone filled with dark pleasure. "And you’re going to enjoy every second of it."
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Margaret's eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction as she gazed at your completely exposed pussy. With a wicked grin, she admired the view, taking in every detail of your nakedness. Her fingers, now free from the confines of your panties, moved with a deliberate slowness as she began to touch you.
Her fingertips traced a teasing path along your outer lips, the gentle caress making you shiver with both anticipation and vulnerability. She spread her fingers wide, deliberately parting your labia to expose your sensitive inner folds. Each movement was measured, ensuring you felt every brush of her touch.
"Look at you," Margaret purred, her voice laced with a mix of satisfaction and desire. "So beautifully exposed. I love how easily you let me see everything."
She continued to explore with a deliberate slowness, her fingers pressing and spreading your pussy lips further apart. Her touch was both light and possessive, each stroke designed to heighten your awareness of every nerve ending. She let her fingers linger around your clit, teasing it with gentle, circular motions.
Margaret’s other hand moved lower, her fingers spreading your ass cheeks apart, giving her a full view of your exposed anus. "And this," she whispered, her breath hot against your skin. "I want to make sure I see all of you."
Her touch was both firm and tender as she explored, her fingers tracing the sensitive skin around your anus. She used her thumb to press gently against your puckered opening, teasing you with the promise of more. "You’re so willing to be used," she murmured, her voice filled with approval. "I can’t wait to see how much more you can take."
The combination of her fingers spreading your intimate areas and her gaze locked on you made the moment intensely erotic. Margaret’s control was absolute, her touch a constant reminder of her dominance and your complete submission.
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Margaret’s eyes glinted with sadistic delight as she roughly spread your labia apart, exposing your vulnerable, throbbing pussy. With a smirk, she leaned in and spat directly onto your exposed cunt, her saliva mingling with your own arousal and creating a slick, wet sheen. The warmth of her spit coated your sensitive folds, intensifying your humiliation.
Without a moment’s pause, she plunged her fingers back into you, the slickness of her saliva making the intrusion even more intense. She began to fuck you with her fingers in a relentless, rhythmic motion, the harshness of her movements driving you closer to the edge with every stroke. Her digits moved with purpose, working your pussy with a force that left no room for gentleness.
Margaret’s breath was hot against your skin as she watched your reactions closely. “Feel that?” she taunted, her voice dripping with cruel satisfaction. “This is what it means to be used.” Her fingers curled inside you, hitting every sensitive spot with precision, her thrusts growing faster and more insistent.
The relentless rhythm of her fingers, combined with the overwhelming sensation of her spit, pushed you toward a powerful climax. Your body began to convulse, the waves of pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak. Margaret’s eyes locked onto yours as she drove you further into ecstasy, her fingers working you expertly until you were left trembling and gasping through your orgasm
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Margaret’s gaze was filled with twisted pleasure as she withdrew her fingers from your wet pussy, the glistening moisture still clinging to them. With a smirk, she commanded, “Open your mouth.” You complied, parting your lips as she roughly shoved her fingers inside, the taste of her arousal overwhelming your senses.
“Tell me,” she taunted, her voice dripping with mockery. “How does it taste? Do you enjoy the flavor of your own submission?” Her fingers slid in and out of your mouth, coated with a mix of your saliva and her juices, as you tried to please her despite the overpowering taste.
After a few moments, she withdrew her fingers and held them up for you to see, still glistening with your combined essence. “Now, smell them,” she demanded, her voice carrying a sadistic edge. She held her fingers just under your nose, the strong scent of her arousal mingling with the musk of your own desire. “What do they smell like? Describe it.”
You inhaled deeply, the potent aroma filling your nostrils. “It’s the smell of a pathetic little slut,” Margaret said with a cruel smile. “The stench of a dumb, underage whore who’s nothing more than a plaything for me.” Her words were a final, degrading reminder of your place beneath her control.
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Margaret’s eyes flashed with a cruel satisfaction as she suddenly grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head forcefully between her legs. “Smell the scent of a real woman,” she commanded, her voice dripping with dominance. The abrupt motion left you disoriented, your face now pressed hard against her damp panties, which were still warm from her arousal.
Her grip on your hair was unrelenting, holding you firmly in place as you had no choice but to bury your nose and lips into the soaked fabric. The scent was overpowering—a potent mix of her musk and the lingering trace of her wetness. It filled your nostrils, a heady, intimate fragrance that spoke of her dominance over you.
“You like that, don’t you?” Margaret taunted, her voice low and mocking. “You’re nothing but a plaything for me. Take in every bit of my scent.” The humiliation of the moment was intense, the wet fabric clinging to your face as you pressed closer, your breath mingling with her scent. Her panties were plastered against your lips, making it impossible to escape the smell of her.
Margaret’s control was absolute, her fingers twisting slightly in your hair to ensure that you remained firmly in place. “You’ll get used to this,” she sneered, enjoying the sight of your submission. “You’ll learn to crave it.” Her thighs pressed against your cheeks, holding you captive in the intimate, degrading position, as you had no choice but to continue inhaling the potent aroma of her arousal.
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Margaret’s eyes narrowed with a commanding glint as she looked down at you. “Take off my panties,” she ordered, her voice leaving no room for hesitation. You quickly moved to obey, your hands trembling slightly as you reached up and hooked your fingers into the waistband of her damp panties. Slowly, you peeled them down her thighs, revealing the wetness that had soaked through the fabric.
As you slid her panties off and held them in your hands, Margaret grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at her. “Open your mouth,” she demanded, her tone sharp and authoritative. You hesitated for a moment, but the intensity in her gaze made it clear that disobedience wasn’t an option. You parted your lips, your breath hitching in anticipation.
With a wicked smile, Margaret took the soaked panties from your hands and shoved them into your open mouth, the taste of her arousal instantly flooding your senses. The fabric was still warm, clinging to your tongue as she pushed them deeper, making sure they filled your mouth completely. “Suck on them,” she ordered, watching with satisfaction as you obediently closed your lips around the material, your cheeks burning with humiliation.
Margaret kept her hand on your chin, tilting your head up so she could enjoy the sight of you kneeling there, mouth stuffed with her wet panties. “You look so pathetic like this,” she taunted, her voice dripping with condescension. “A dirty little slut with my panties in your mouth. This is exactly where you belong.”
The taste of her soaked panties was overwhelming, a constant reminder of your submission to her. Margaret’s fingers traced your lips, feeling the outline of the fabric as she pressed down just enough to make you squirm. “Don’t even think about spitting them out,” she warned, her eyes narrowing. “You’ll keep them there until I say otherwise.”
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Margaret, with a satisfied smirk, settled back onto the bed, spreading her legs wide and revealing her glistening pussy. Without hesitation, she reached out and grabbed you by the neck, her fingers tightening around your throat with a firm, commanding grip. The sudden force made your breath hitch as she yanked you toward her, giving you no time to resist.
With a rough shove, she pushed your face between her thighs, her thighs wrapping around your head, trapping you there. “Lick,” she ordered, her voice cold and demanding. There was no room for hesitation; the pressure of her hand on your neck left you with no choice but to obey. Your tongue flicked out, tentatively at first, but she wasn’t in the mood for gentleness.
“Harder,” Margaret growled, her grip tightening as she pressed you deeper into her. “Make me come, you filthy slut.” The vulgarity in her words only heightened the intensity of the moment, as you licked and sucked her pussy with increasing desperation, eager to please and avoid her wrath. Her taste filled your mouth, every movement of your tongue met with a moan or a sharp tug on your hair.
Margaret’s hips began to buck against your face, her moans growing louder and more urgent as she neared her climax. Her fingers dug into the back of your neck, holding you in place as she rode your tongue with abandon. “That’s it, don’t stop,” she panted, her voice trembling with the anticipation of release. You felt her body tensing, the muscles in her thighs clenching around your head as she ground herself against your mouth.
With a final, breathless cry, Margaret came hard, her entire body shuddering as waves of pleasure coursed through her. She kept you pinned there, forcing you to lap up every drop of her orgasm, not releasing her hold until she was fully satisfied. When she finally let go, your face was wet, and you were left gasping for air, the taste of her still lingering on your lips.
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After your body convulsed in a shattering orgasm, Margaret shoved your limp form back onto the bed. You collapsed, spent, with your legs dangling over the edge of the mattress, your mind swimming in a haze of exhaustion and lingering pleasure. But Margaret wasn’t finished with you.
Barefoot and wearing nothing but her stockings, Margaret moved with a deliberate, predatory grace. She reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a vibrator, her eyes gleaming with a mix of satisfaction and hunger. Without warning, she pressed the vibrator against your still-sensitive pussy, the sudden buzz making you moan, your body jolting from the intense sensation.
Before you could even think of resisting, Margaret lifted her leg and planted her foot on your throat, pinning you to the bed. The soft nylon of her stocking brushed against your skin, while the pressure of her foot made your breath catch in your throat. “You’re not going anywhere,” she growled, her voice dripping with authority. The vibrator’s relentless assault sent shockwaves through your already overstimulated body, each pulse pushing you closer to the edge.
As you lay there, trapped beneath her, the urge to submit overwhelmed you. Your lips found the delicate arch of her foot, and you began to lick, tasting the faint saltiness of her skin through the sheer fabric of her stockings. Margaret smirked, her foot pressing down just a bit harder, as if rewarding your obedience. “That’s it, you little slut,” she murmured, her voice low and taunting. “Show me how much you love being under my control.”
The vibrator’s relentless vibrations combined with the degrading act of worshipping her feet had you teetering on the brink once more. Margaret watched with satisfaction, knowing that every shudder, every desperate lick, was a testament to her dominance. “You’re going to come again, and you’re going to do it for me,” she commanded, her tone brooking no argument. And with her foot still firmly on your throat, you had no choice but to obey, your body surrendering completely to her will.
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Margaret's eyes darkened with a sadistic glint as she suddenly grabbed you by the neck, her grip firm and unyielding. She pulled you close, forcing you down beside her, your body tensing as she roughly spread your legs apart. The cool air against your exposed skin only heightened the sense of vulnerability. Without warning, she thrust two fingers deep into your pussy, the sudden invasion making you gasp. Her movements were rough and unrelenting, each thrust more forceful than the last.
Leaning in, her breath hot against your ear, she began to whisper vile words. “You like being my little slut, don’t you?” she hissed, her voice dripping with contempt. “Look at you, so desperate for it. Pathetic.” Her fingers curled inside you, hitting a spot that made your body jerk involuntarily, but there was no pleasure, only the harsh reality of her control.
“You’re nothing but a fucktoy,” she sneered, her free hand sliding up to squeeze your breast painfully. “This is all you’re good for—getting used like the worthless whore you are.” Each word was laced with venom, meant to cut deep, as her fingers continued to pump into you with brutal efficiency. The room seemed to close in around you, every thrust, every degrading word pushing you further into the depths of humiliation.
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After a brief and degrading session, Margaret got up from the bed, satisfaction evident in her cold smile. Her movements were slow, almost taunting, as she walked to the bathroom without bothering to acknowledge me. Just before disappearing behind the door, she turned and, with a cruel edge to her voice, said, "Make sure you're gone by the time I get out of the shower." The words were a sharp dismissal, leaving no doubt that I was nothing more than a fleeting amusement.
Humiliation washed over me, a bitter sting that made my chest tighten. There was no pleasure in the memory of our time together, only a sharp regret that cut deep. I quickly gathered my clothes, my hands shaking as I fumbled to dress. The air in the room felt heavy, oppressive, filled with the weight of her disdain. Without a backward glance, I fled from her apartment, the door closing behind me like the final nail in a coffin, sealing away the shame and discomfort of that encounter.
Margaret's attitude towards me was unacceptable. I urgently needed to do something—maybe I could ask someone for help?
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<p>You take a deep breath and approach Robert, who’s polishing glasses behind the bar. He looks up and gives you a friendly nod. <span class="heroine">“Hey, Robert,”</span> you begin, trying to sound casual, <span class="heroine">“You seem like a guy who might have some useful connections. Maybe you know someone who can help me with a little problem I’m dealing with?”</span></p>
<p><span class="others">“Oh? Are you trying to hit on me, or is this something serious?”</span> Robert raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.</p>
<p><span class="heroine">“No, nothing like that. I just figured you might know someone who could help with a situation I have with my new neighbor, Margaret.”</span></p>
<p><span class="others">“Margaret? Who’s that?”</span> Robert leans on the bar, looking genuinely interested.</p>
<p><span class="heroine">“She’s the woman who lives one floor above me,”</span> you explain, glancing around the bar to make sure no one is eavesdropping. <span class="heroine">“She’s in her forties and pretty intimidating. Things have gotten pretty rough between us, and I’m not sure how to handle it.”</span></p>
<p><span class="others">“I don’t really want to get involved in a dispute with a woman in her forties. What’s the issue? Did you accidentally insult her favorite TV show or something?”</span> Robert furrows his brow, shaking his head.</p>
<p><span class="heroine">“No, it’s a bit more complicated than that. It started with something else and has escalated. It’s been tough dealing with her.”</span></p>
<p><span class="others">“Alright, listen up. I might have a contact who can help you out. I know a woman who used to be in the police force but left because it wasn’t the most rewarding job here. She’s someone who can handle situations like this for a fee. Her name’s Riley Blackwood—she’s a striking brunette with a full arm tattoo. You’ll find her hanging out at the Pulse club, just a few blocks from here. She’s a heavy smoker, so you might spot her in the smoking area, or you could ask around with the club’s regulars.”</span> Robert nods slowly, then says.</p>
<p><span class="heroine">“And what’s the cost for her services?”</span> You nod, taking in the details.</p>
<p><span class="others">“Bring a thousand dollars. I know it sounds like a lot, but Riley usually charges quite a bit more. Since you’re just looking to handle one annoying neighbor, she might cut you a break. Just tell her you’re from me—Riley and I go way back. I’m sure she’ll offer you a discount.”</span> Robert leans in a bit, lowering his voice.</p>
<p><span class="heroine">“A thousand dollars? That’s a huge amount!”</span> Your eyes widen in surprise.</p>
<p><span class="others">“Hey, take it easy. We’re talking about some not-so-legal help here. Normally, Riley’s fees are high, but dealing with a single troublesome neighbor should be manageable. And don’t worry about paying me for the tip—I’m sure I’ll get a chance to return the favor someday.”</span> Robert chuckles softly and gives you a reassuring wink.</p>
<p><span class="heroine">“Thanks for the advice, Robert.”</span> You thank him and, feeling a mix of relief and apprehension, get up from the bar counter. You leave the bar, mentally preparing for your visit to the Pulse club.</p>
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<p>[[Leave the bar and head outside|Outside]]</p><p>Determined to find Riley Blackwood, you begin making your way through the club, approaching a few regulars and staff members. The responses are less than encouraging. Most people just give you blank stares, some shrug indifferently, and a few even chuckle, clearly amused by your persistence.</p>
<p>You lean against the bar, taking a deep breath before trying again. <span class="heroine">"Hey, do you know a woman named Riley Blackwood?"</span> you ask a man nursing a drink. He glances at you briefly before shaking his head and turning back to his drink.</p>
<p><span class="others">"Sorry, can’t help you,"</span> he mutters without much interest.</p>
<p>After hearing another disappointing "No, never heard of her," you feel your frustration building. It seems like you’re hitting a wall, and the more you ask, the more impossible it seems to find anyone who knows Riley.</p>
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<p>Just as you’re about to give up, a waitress who’s been hovering nearby steps closer. She’s a young woman with a sharp gaze and a knowing smile. <span class="othersf">"I couldn’t help but overhear you asking about Miss Blackwood,"</span> she says, her tone both cautious and curious. <span class="othersf">"Why are you looking for her?"</span></p>
<p>You hesitate for a moment, realizing how suspicious your inquiry might sound. <span class="heroine">"Robert, the bartender, asked me to get in touch with her,"</span> you explain, hoping that dropping his name might help your cause. The waitress arches an eyebrow, clearly weighing your words.</p>
<p><span class="othersf">"Robert, huh?"</span> she repeats, her expression softening slightly as she nods. <span class="othersf">"Okay, that makes a bit more sense."</span> She pauses, looking you over with a discerning eye. <span class="othersf">"So, what do you need with Miss Blackwood? She doesn’t usually mix with strangers."</span></p>
<p>Not wanting to reveal too much, you simply say, <span class="heroine">"It’s a personal matter. I just need to talk to her about something important."</span></p>
<p>The waitress watches you for a moment longer before sighing and gesturing toward the exit. <span class="othersf">"I saw Miss Blackwood just a few minutes ago. She was heading toward the exit, probably stepping out for a smoke."</span> She leans in a bit closer. <span class="otherfs">"She’s not one to be messed with, so approach her carefully."</span></p>
<p>You nod appreciatively, feeling a mix of relief and anticipation. <span class="heroine">"Thanks, I appreciate the tip."</span></p>
<p><span class="othersf">"Good luck,"</span> she adds with a faint smirk, stepping back to attend to another customer. You give her a quick smile in return and make your way toward the exit, your mind racing as you prepare for the encounter with Riley Blackwood.</p>
[[Head outside to find Riley|TalkToRiley]]
<p>You hurry towards the exit of the club, your heart racing as you scan the dimly lit street for any sign of the woman Robert described. The night air is cool against your skin, a stark contrast to the warmth and noise of the club. As you step outside, you squint, trying to pick out anyone who matches the image in your mind—an athletic brunette, tanned skin, with a tattoo that runs down her arm. Your thoughts are a jumble of nerves and anticipation. What if she’s already gone? What if you can’t find her?</p>
<p>Then, just as doubt begins to creep in, you spot her. A woman stands a few paces away, leaning casually against the wall of the club, her figure partially obscured by the shadows. She’s holding a cigarette between her fingers, the glowing ember flaring briefly as she takes a drag. Her other hand holds a phone to her ear, her voice low and steady as she talks. You take a deep breath, gathering your courage, and approach her cautiously, not wanting to interrupt.</p>
<p>You stop a few feet away, waiting for her to finish her conversation. Up close, you notice the intricate details of the tattoo that winds down her arm, a mix of abstract designs and sharp lines that give her an edgy, dangerous aura. Finally, she ends the call with a curt, <span class="riley">“Yeah, later,”</span> before slipping the phone into her pocket. She turns her gaze toward you, her eyes sharp and assessing as she takes in your appearance.</p>
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<p><span class="heroine">“Miss Blackwood?”</span> you ask, your voice coming out more timid than you intended. The woman raises an eyebrow, clearly sizing you up. <span class="riley">“Who’s asking?”</span> she replies, her tone guarded.</p>
<p>You swallow, trying to steady your nerves. <span class="heroine">“Uh, Robert—Robert from the bar—he mentioned you might be able to help me with... a problem,”</span> you explain, feeling a bit foolish under her scrutinizing gaze.</p>
<p>Recognition flickers in her eyes at the mention of Robert’s name, and she exhales slowly, a stream of smoke curling up into the night air. <span class="riley">“Robert, huh? What’s that bastard gotten you into?”</span> she says, a hint of amusement in her voice as she crushes the cigarette under her boot.</p>
<p><span class="heroine">“It’s not exactly him,”</span> you clarify, trying to choose your words carefully. <span class="heroine">“I’ve been having some issues with my housemate—she’s, uh, making things really difficult for me. Robert thought you might know how to... deal with that.”</span></p>
<p>Riley’s expression softens slightly, but her eyes remain sharp. <span class="riley">“So, you’ve got trouble with a housemate? What, she steal your boyfriend or something?”</span> she asks with a smirk, clearly teasing.</p>
<p>You shake your head, trying to maintain a serious tone. <span class="heroine">“No, nothing like that. It’s... it’s more complicated. She’s been blackmailing me, and things have gotten... out of hand,”</span> you admit, feeling a wave of frustration wash over you as you recount the situation.</p>
<p>Riley’s smirk fades as she listens, her demeanor shifting to something more professional. <span class="riley">“Blackmail, huh? That’s a nasty business,”</span> she mutters, more to herself than to you. <span class="riley">“Alright, give me the rundown. Who is she, and what’s she got on you?”</span></p>
<p>You hesitate, not wanting to reveal too much. <span class="heroine">“Her name’s Margaret. She’s older, lives upstairs, and she’s been making my life hell. I... can’t really go into the details, but she’s threatened to ruin me if I don’t do what she says,”</span> you explain, your voice wavering slightly as you recall the fear and anxiety Margaret has caused you.</p>
<p>Riley nods slowly, her eyes narrowing as she considers your words. <span class="riley">“Okay, I get the picture. So, you need me to make her back off?”</span> she asks, her tone matter-of-fact.</p>
<p><span class="heroine">“Exactly,”</span> you reply, feeling a sense of relief that she seems to understand the gravity of the situation.</p>
<p><span class="riley">“Alright, that’ll be two thousand dollars. Payment upfront,”</span> Riley states, crossing her arms as she waits for your response.</p>
<p>Your eyes widen in shock. <span class="heroine">“Two thousand? But Robert said it would be one thousand,”</span> you protest, your voice rising in disbelief.</p>
<p>Riley rolls her eyes, letting out an exasperated sigh. <span class="riley">“Robert’s a cheap bastard, always trying to lowball me,”</span> she mutters under her breath. Then, with a resigned shrug, she says, <span class="riley">“Fine. One thousand to scare off an old hag. But listen, this isn’t just some neighborhood squabble. You’re asking me to step into something that could get messy. You sure you want to do this?”</span></p>
<p>You nod, determined. <span class="heroine">“Yes. I can’t keep living like this. I need her to back off,”</span> you say, your voice firm despite the nervousness gnawing at you.</p>
<p><span class="riley">“Alright,”</span> Riley says, her tone final. <span class="riley">“I’ll take care of it. But understand this—once I get involved, there’s no going back. If you’re okay with that, we’ve got a deal.”</span></p>
<p>You hesitate for a moment, the reality of the situation sinking in. But you know you can’t turn back now. <span class="heroine">“I’m okay with it,”</span> you confirm, handing over the money with a slightly trembling hand.</p>
<p>Riley counts the cash quickly before stuffing it into her jacket pocket. <span class="riley">“Good. I’ll need your email. I’ll let you know when the job’s done,”</span> she says, pulling out her phone to jot down your contact information.</p>
<p>You give her your email, and she nods in acknowledgment. <span class="riley">“Alright, you’ll hear from me soon. And don’t worry—this won’t take long,”</span> she adds, a confident edge to her voice as she turns to leave.</p>
<p>As she walks away, you feel a mix of relief and anxiety, knowing that things are finally moving forward. But as you watch Riley disappear into the night, you can’t help but wonder what the consequences of this decision will be.</p>
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[[Go away|Outside]]<p>You eagerly open your email, your heart racing as you anticipate what Riley might have sent. The anticipation quickly turns to disappointment and confusion when you see that the message from RB simply says: <span class="riley">“The job is done.”</span></p>
<p>Your eyes narrow as you stare at the screen. What does that even mean? Did Riley really handle everything? A part of you wants more details—was it a success, or is there something left unresolved? The vague message leaves you hanging, your mind racing with questions. Why couldn’t Riley have been more specific? Did she think that a single line would be enough to ease your worry?</p>
<p>As you stew in your frustration, it dawns on you why Riley's communication is so sparse. You paid her to handle something under the table, something that needed to be kept discreet. Her cryptic message is probably her way of keeping things low-key, avoiding any incriminating details that could come back to haunt her—or you.</p>
<p>Despite your annoyance at the lack of clarity, a wave of relief washes over you. The anxiety and fear that have plagued you for weeks are starting to dissipate. The nasty threats and degrading demands from Margaret, the torment about the ring, and her constant need to humiliate you are finally over. You begin to allow yourself to feel a glimmer of joy and triumph. You start to imagine a future without Margaret’s oppressive presence, without having to bow down to her or fear her next demand.</p>
<p>Just as you begin to revel in your newfound sense of freedom, the doorbell rings, slicing through your moment of triumph with its sharp, jarring sound. The sudden interruption snaps you back to reality, and you’re left wondering who could be knocking at your door now. A mix of curiosity and apprehension floods over you as you approach the door, the excitement of your recent victory momentarily overshadowed by the uncertainty of who might be on the other side.</p>
<p>With your mind still reeling from the implications of Riley’s message and the sense of liberation it brings, you take a deep breath and move towards the door, ready to find out who is intruding on your brief moment of peace.</p>
[[Check who’s at the door|DoorCall]]<p>You feel a surge of relief, thinking that the worst is finally behind you. With a contented sigh, you make your way to the door, eager to see what awaits you next. As you open it, you are taken aback by the sight before you. Standing on the doorstep is none other than Margaret. Her presence is unexpected and jarring after the events of the past few days.</p>
<p>Margaret's expression is unusually soft, and her voice, though tinged with a hint of condescension, is surprisingly gentle. <span class="margaret">"Oh, I'm so sorry, dear,"</span> she begins, her tone dripping with feigned sincerity. <span class="margaret">"I realize I've been quite terrible to you lately. I think I may have gone a bit overboard."</span> She pauses, a calculated smile on her lips. <span class="margaret">"I wanted to apologize for my behavior."</span></p>
<p>Before you can fully process the situation, Margaret extends her hand, holding out a USB flash drive with a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. <span class="margaret">"As a gesture of my apology,"</span> she continues, <span class="margaret">"I'd like to give you this little gift. Please, accept it."</span></p>
<p>Still in shock and not quite sure what to make of her sudden change in demeanor, you cautiously reach out and take the flash drive from her. The cool metal of the USB feels oddly reassuring in your hand. Margaret’s smile widens just slightly as she nods. <span class="margaret">"I hope this will help make amends,"</span> she says, her voice holding a note of finality.</p>
<p>With a final, somewhat insincere apology, Margaret turns and walks away, her heels clicking sharply on the pavement. You close the door behind her, the click of the latch echoing in the quiet of your apartment. A sense of unease lingers as you stare at the flash drive in your hand. What could she possibly have on this?</p>
<p>Feeling a mix of curiosity and apprehension, you quickly head back to your computer. The flash drive might hold answers, or perhaps new problems. Either way, you’re determined to find out what’s on it.</p>
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<p>With a surge of excitement, you rush to your room, each step feeling like an eternity as you anticipate what’s on the USB flash drive. You close the door behind you and quickly make your way to your desk, your heart pounding in your chest. The cool metallic surface of the flash drive feels reassuringly solid in your hand. You carefully insert it into your computer’s USB port, the drive clicking into place with a satisfying snap.</p>
<p>As the drive connects, your computer makes a soft chime, acknowledging the new device. You can’t help but feel a flutter of nerves and curiosity. What could Margaret have left for you? Your mind races through possibilities—perhaps it's a detailed explanation, a confession, or even something entirely unexpected. You lean closer to the screen, your eyes scanning for any sign of new files or folders.</p>
<p>After a brief moment, the computer recognizes the drive, and a new window pops up displaying its contents. To your surprise, there’s only one folder on the flash drive. The folder’s name is written in a slightly playful, almost taunting script: <span class="margaret">“For My Naughty Girl.”</span> You raise an eyebrow, feeling a twinge of both curiosity and unease. The name seems both intimate and slightly condescending.</p>
<p>You click on the folder, your fingers trembling slightly with anticipation. Inside, there’s only one file: a video recording. The file is named with an unassuming title, but the sight of it sends a shiver of anticipation down your spine. You hesitate for a moment, the weight of the situation sinking in. What could this video reveal? How will it affect everything you’ve been through?</p>
As you open the video file, your heart races with anticipation. The footage begins with various angles from surveillance cameras around Margaret’s apartment. You see different rooms: her office, the kitchen, the bedroom. The camera angles switch rapidly, each new view offering a glimpse into Margaret’s private life.
Suddenly, the footage transitions to a darker room. The floor is covered with black carpeting, the furniture is starkly black, and the windows are draped with deep red curtains. In the corner of the room stands Margaret, her figure imposing even in the dim light.
Without warning, the door to this gloomy room swings open abruptly. Riley strides in confidently, dressed in a sleek black dress and high heels. You notice she’s holding ropes in both hands, her presence commanding attention as she enters the room. The door closes behind her with a firm click, and Riley’s confident demeanor momentarily falters as she takes in the sight of Margaret.
You’ve only seen Riley once before, but her strong, self-assured presence left a lasting impression. Robert spoke highly of her. Yet, as you watch the video, you see Riley hesitate, her bravado dimming as she faces Margaret.
Margaret, on the other hand, turns sharply towards the door at the sound of Riley’s entrance. With a steady, measured stride on her high heels, she approaches Riley. From the video angle, you can see just how imposing Margaret is—her height and stature give her a commanding presence. She looks down at Riley with an air of superiority.
<p><span class="riley">“So, you must be Margaret.”</span> Riley, her confidence visibly shaken, utters nervously.</p>
<p><span class="margaret">“Seems my sources led me astray. Well, hello, Miss Blackwood.”</span> Margaret, unperturbed by Riley’s nervousness, replies with a cold, confident tone.</p>
As the tension between them becomes palpable, you can't help but wonder what’s about to unfold in this eerie confrontation.
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<p>The camera switches to another angle, positioned somewhere behind Riley. It becomes evident that Margaret’s entire home is outfitted with surveillance cameras. The footage captures Riley attempting to regain her composure, her previous confidence flickering back as she addresses Margaret.</p>
<p><span class="riley">“Look, it’s nothing personal. I’m here on a job to intimidate you. I’ve been hired to make sure you back off.”</span> Riley, her voice steadying, says.</p>
<p>Margaret listens to Riley with an air of brazen amusement, a smirk playing on her lips. She arches an eyebrow, clearly entertained by Riley’s attempt at professionalism. Suddenly, Margaret cuts Riley off, her voice dripping with mockery and disdain.</p>
<p><span class="margaret">“So, darling,”</span> Margaret interrupts, her tone sharp and condescending, <span class="margaret">“you’ve come here to handle my ass, have you?”</span></p>
<p>Her words are laced with contempt, and she looks at Riley with a mix of derision and challenge. Margaret’s gaze is cold and dismissive, as if she’s relishing in the power play and enjoying seeing Riley squirm under her domineering presence.</p>
<p>The room seems to shrink with the intensity of their standoff, and you can almost feel the heat of the confrontation as Margaret’s words hang in the air, starkly challenging Riley’s bravado.</p>
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<p>The camera shifts again, now positioned behind Margaret. From this angle, you can see Riley trying hard to maintain her tough facade, though her demeanor is starting to crack under the pressure. She squares her shoulders and says, <span class="riley">“Yeah, you could say I’m here to handle your ass, Miss...”</span> Riley trails off, clearly searching for Margaret’s last name.</p>
<p><span class="margaret">“Miss Hale,”</span> Margaret corrects her smoothly, a cold smile playing on her lips. Riley’s confident expression falters slightly at the mention of Margaret’s name, a flicker of unease crossing her face.</p>
<p>Margaret leans in closer, her eyes glinting with malicious delight. She takes a lock of Riley’s black hair that had been hanging over her shoulder and begins twirling it around her finger in a slow, deliberate motion. <span class="margaret">“You do know that name, don’t you, sweetheart?”</span> Margaret purrs, her voice dripping with mockery. <span class="margaret">“It’s funny, really. For someone who claims to be so professional, you didn’t even bother to find out the last name of the person you were sent to intimidate. Or did you think it was going to be a cakewalk, dealing with some old hag?”</span></p>
<p>Margaret’s tone shifts to one of cold, calculated disdain as she continues, <span class="margaret">“I, on the other hand, know all about you, Miss Blackwood. My son works in the police department, and he generously provided me with your personal file. You used to be on the force, didn’t you? Always bleating on about how you left because you weren’t appreciated, that they didn’t pay you enough, and all that other bullshit.”</span></p>
<p>Margaret’s laugh is sharp and derisive. <span class="margaret">“But you were a terrible cop, sweetheart. Let’s see... You were involved in all sorts of unsavory shit—bribery, corruption, and even dealing with stolen goods. It’s a wonder you managed to slink out of there without a massive scandal.”</span></p>
<p>She leans back, savoring Riley’s discomfort. <span class="margaret">“And now? What are you doing with yourself? Extortion, dealing in illegal drugs, threatening old women? And let’s not forget the other little crimes you’ve dabbled in,”</span> she adds with a sneer.</p>
<p>Margaret's eyes narrow, her voice dripping with venom. <span class="margaret">“It’s almost impressive, how far you’ve fallen. But don’t kid yourself into thinking you intimidate me. You’re nothing more than a washed-up has-been playing at being a big shot. A pathetic little criminal trying to get by on threats and fear. And you have the audacity to come here and play tough? Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic.”</span></p>
<p>Riley, visibly shaken and struggling to maintain her composure, stares at Margaret with a mix of fear and anger.</p>
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<p>The camera shifts again, now from behind Riley, giving a clear view of Margaret’s formidable presence. Her chest looks even more imposing from this angle, a visual display of dominance that contrasts sharply with Riley’s increasingly desperate demeanor. Margaret continues her relentless verbal assault, her voice dripping with scorn.</p>
<p><span class="margaret">“You’ve really fucked yourself over, haven’t you?”</span> Margaret sneers, her tone full of contempt. <span class="margaret">“Breaking into my place, messing with my door—you’re lucky I don’t have you stuffed in a dumpster right now. My entire house is rigged with cameras. Even if you managed to slip out tonight, my son’s boys would have you picked up in no time. They’d drag you through the dirt and make sure you feel every ounce of regret.”</span></p>
<p>Margaret’s eyes gleam with malicious amusement as she adds, <span class="margaret">“Just imagine if you had stumbled into a men’s prison. The things they’d do to you—how many cocks you’d have to suck just to keep from getting your ass beat. I bet you’d be the favorite little plaything in no time, huh?”</span></p>
<p>She leans in closer, her fingers still gripping Riley’s hair with a cruel twist. <span class="margaret">“I fucking despise pathetic bitches like you who try to play tough. You thought you could barge in here, strut around like you’re some big shot, and intimidate me? Guess what, darling—you’ve signed your own death warrant. I’m not letting you off the hook that easily.”</span></p>
<p>Margaret’s gaze turns icy as she continues, <span class="margaret">“You think you’re so goddamn tough? You’re going to have to crawl on your knees if you want any chance of redemption. And don’t think for a second that I’m going to be lenient. You’re going to be my personal project, and I’m going to make sure you regret every single fucking moment.”</span></p>
<p>Margaret’s face is a mask of cruel satisfaction as she speaks, her words slicing through Riley’s already shattered composure. Riley, humiliated and trembling, can’t meet Margaret’s gaze, her bravado completely dissolved under the relentless pressure of Margaret’s dominance.</p>
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<p>Margaret’s threats poured out of her like a torrent of venom, each word sharp and biting. She didn’t hold back, letting Riley know exactly how she felt.</p>
<p><span class="margaret">“You really thought you were something special, didn’t you?”</span> Margaret sneered, her voice dripping with contempt. <span class="margaret">“You walk in here like you’re a badass, thinking you can scare me? Let me tell you something, you pathetic little shit—you're nothing but a fucking joke. You think you’re tough? You don’t even know what tough is.”</span></p>
<p>Margaret’s face twisted into a mask of cruel amusement as she grabbed a handful of Riley’s hair, yanking her head back with a harsh, possessive grip. Riley’s body quivered under the force, her eyes wide with fear as she tried to maintain her composure. Their faces were inches apart, and Riley could feel the heat of Margaret’s breath on her skin.</p>
<p><span class="margaret">“You thought you could come in here and push me around?”</span> Margaret growled, her lips curling into a wicked smirk. <span class="margaret">“You’re just a fucking nobody. You thought you could play with the big girls, but you’re nothing more than a pathetic little bitch who’s about to learn her place.”</span></p>
<p>With a sudden, brutal motion, Margaret forced Riley’s head downward, making her drop to her knees before her. Riley’s hands instinctively went to her thighs to steady herself, her posture making her vulnerability clear. Margaret towered above her, looking down with a mixture of disdain and sadistic pleasure.</p>
<p><span class="margaret">“You thought you were tough?”</span> Margaret taunted, her voice laced with mockery. <span class="margaret">“You’re nothing compared to me. You’re just a weak, pathetic worm that crawls at my feet. I’ll make sure you never forget where you fucking belong. You’re not even worth the dirt on my shoes.”</span></p>
<p>Margaret continued to hold Riley’s head down, reveling in the sight of her complete subjugation. Her eyes were filled with a cruel satisfaction as she surveyed Riley’s humiliated form. <span class="margaret">“Look at you now,”</span> she continued with a sneer. <span class="margaret">“You’re on your knees, groveling like the dirty little slut you are. You thought you could come in here and intimidate me? Well, guess what? You’re nothing but a fucking dog at my feet, and that’s where you’ll stay.”</span></p>
<p>Margaret’s mocking grin never wavered as she reveled in the dominance she so effortlessly displayed over Riley. The power dynamic was clear, and Margaret made sure Riley knew exactly where she stood.</p>
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<p>As the camera angle shifts to a view directly in front of them, the image becomes clearer. Riley is kneeling before Margaret, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and humiliation. Margaret, with a cruel smile stretched across her lips, continues to degrade Riley. The harsh grip on Riley’s hair keeps her firmly in place, preventing any movement. Margaret’s free hand adjusts the hem of her dress, revealing black stockings that cling tightly to her legs.</p>
<p>As the video plays, you find yourself stunned. Even though you’ve only seen Riley once, she had struck you as a strong and fearless individual. Her commanding presence and confident demeanor had impressed you. But now, seeing her on her knees, reduced to a quivering mess before Margaret, is both shocking and unsettling. You never imagined that someone who seemed so formidable could be so easily overpowered.</p>
<p><span class="margaret">“Look at you, all pathetic and on your knees,”</span> she sneers, her tone dripping with contempt. <span class="margaret">“Thought you were tough, huh? Thought you could handle anything? You’re nothing but a weak little bitch, and now you’re just another piece of trash at my feet.”</span></p>
<p>She leans closer, her breath hot against Riley’s face. <span class="margaret">“You’re so fucking pathetic,”</span> Margaret continues, her voice low and menacing. <span class="margaret">“Did you really think you could waltz into my home, act like you’re some big shot, and get away with it? You’re not even in my league, sweetheart. You’re just a pathetic little loser who belongs on her knees. You’re lucky I’m even giving you the chance to make it out of here with your dignity barely intact.”</span></p>
<p>Margaret’s gaze remains fixed on Riley, her eyes cold and unyielding. She twists Riley’s hair roughly, pulling her head back to further emphasize her dominance. <span class="margaret">“You think you can scare me?”</span> she taunts. <span class="margaret">“I know every dirty little secret about you, and I don’t give a shit how tough you think you are. You’re nothing more than a little plaything for me to toy with. And don’t you forget it.”</span></p>
<p>As you watch this disturbing scene unfold, a chill runs down your spine. The contrast between Riley’s previously formidable persona and her current state of submission is jarring. Margaret’s ruthless behavior and relentless taunts only deepen your unease, leaving you to wonder just how far she’s willing to go to assert her control.</p>
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<p>As the camera angle shifts once again, a new detail becomes glaringly evident: Margaret is holding a black leather collar, its glossy surface reflecting the dim light of the room. The collar is attached to a long, black leather leash that dangles menacingly from her hand. Riley’s gaze locks onto the collar, and her eyes widen in terror. She opens her mouth as if to protest or beg, but no sound emerges; the sheer horror has left her mute.</p>
<p>Margaret’s lips curl into a twisted, sadistic grin as she notices Riley’s reaction. Her fingers handle the collar with an almost casual cruelty, as though she has done this countless times before. She lifts Riley’s head by her hair, her grip firm and unforgiving. With a practiced, almost leisurely motion, Margaret snaps the collar around Riley’s neck. The cold leather feels like a vice around Riley’s throat, a brutal reminder of her new, humiliating status.</p>
<p><span class="margaret">“Oh, look at you,”</span> she taunts. <span class="margaret">“Did you think you could come strutting in here and act like you’re somebody? Now you’re nothing more than a fucking pet, groveling at my feet. This collar? It’s your new best friend. It’s going to remind you every single day of who’s really in control.”</span></p>
<p>She tightens the collar with a satisfying click, her eyes gleaming with malicious delight. <span class="margaret">“You thought you could scare me? Well, guess what, you pathetic piece of shit. You’re not in charge here. You’re just a worthless dog now. And this,”</span> she says, gesturing to the collar, <span class="margaret">“is your new reality. You’re going to wear it and remember exactly who’s holding the fucking leash.”</span></p>
<p>Riley’s face flushes with a mix of shame and anger, her body shaking with the weight of her humiliation. Her once fierce demeanor crumbles as she submits to Margaret’s dominance, unable to utter a single word. Margaret’s hand trails over the collar with a possessive, almost affectionate touch, her smile widening as she savors her total control over Riley.</p>
<p>Watching this display unfold, you feel a profound sense of revulsion and disbelief. Margaret’s ability to dismantle Riley—a woman who had seemed so formidable and confident—into a state of complete, degrading submission is both shocking and unsettling. The power dynamic has shifted entirely, with Margaret’s dominance unmistakable and brutally clear.</p>
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<p>The camera shifts to a close-up of Riley’s face, capturing the raw fear and desperation in her eyes as Margaret continues to assert her dominance. The black leather collar is pulled taut around Riley’s neck, the leash yanked with a harsh jerk that sends a shiver through her entire body. Margaret stands upright, her posture exuding a cold, commanding authority.</p>
<p>With a sadistic smirk, Margaret tightens the leash even further, but instead of using it to lift Riley’s face, she reaches down and grabs Riley’s chin with a firm grip. Her fingers dig into Riley’s flesh as she tilts her head back, forcing her to look up at her with an unyielding, authoritative gaze.</p>
<p><span class="margaret">“Do you understand your place now, you pathetic little bitch?”</span> she sneers, her voice dripping with scorn. <span class="margaret">“Do you finally get it? You’re nothing but a worthless piece of trash. You crawl on your knees and beg for my mercy. That’s all you’re good for.”</span></p>
<p>Riley’s eyes, wide with a mix of fear and shame, lock onto Margaret’s as she forces herself to acknowledge her new reality. The defiance that once characterized her demeanor has been stripped away, leaving behind only the raw, painful acknowledgment of her degradation. With a trembling voice, Riley manages to respond, <span class="riley">“Yes... I understand.”</span></p>
<p><span class="margaret">“Good. Because if you think for one second you’re going to get any sympathy from me, you’re sorely mistaken. Remember this moment well—it’s when you realized you’re nothing more than a plaything for someone like me.”</span></p>
<p>The camera captures the brutal power dynamic, with Margaret standing tall and imperious while Riley remains on her knees in submission. The scene starkly illustrates Margaret’s complete control and the humiliating subjugation of Riley, showcasing the dominance and degradation that Margaret revels in.</p>
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<p>The camera shifts to a frontal close-up, capturing Margaret’s imperious stance in her high heels as Riley kneels before her, adorned with a black leather collar. Margaret stands tall and self-assured, every inch of her posture radiating dominance and control. Her high heels click menacingly with each movement, underscoring her superiority over Riley, who is now entirely at her mercy.</p>
<p>Margaret strokes Riley’s head with a mockingly gentle touch, contrasting sharply with the harshness of her words. Her other hand grips the black leather leash, pulling it taut to remind Riley of her complete submission.</p>
<p><span class="margaret">“Worship my feet, you pathetic piece of trash. Lick every inch of my shoes, and don’t you dare miss a spot. Your worthless existence is to serve me, and you will show me just how far you’re willing to degrade yourself.”</span></p>
<p>As Riley lowers herself to all fours and begins to lick Margaret’s black tights, Margaret’s words continue to punctuate the air with her cruel satisfaction. <span class="margaret">“That’s it, you pathetic worm. Lick those heels clean. Show me how eager you are to prove just how low you’ll go.”</span></p>
<p>Margaret’s eyes gleam with malicious delight as Riley’s tongue moves from the tights to the shiny black heels. <span class="margaret">“Do it properly. Don’t you dare miss a single spot. Make sure my shoes shine from your slobber.”</span></p>
<p>Margaret’s voice is a venomous whisper as she watches Riley’s tongue trace the contours of her toes peeking from the open-toed shoes. <span class="margaret">“You were so confident before, weren’t you? Look at you now, reduced to a sniveling mess on your knees. You’ve got a lot to learn about true submission.”</span></p>
<p>Margaret’s smirk widens as she revels in the sight of Riley’s desperate servitude. <span class="margaret">“You should be honored to be at my feet. This is all you’re good for, after all. Lick every inch of my toes, you worthless bitch.”</span></p>
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<p>The camera shifts to a close-up of Margaret’s feet, prominently displayed in front of Riley’s face. Riley is on all fours, her tongue working desperately over Margaret’s black tights and gleaming heels.</p>
<p>Margaret's voice drips with sadistic pleasure as she taunts Riley. <span class="margaret">“Do you like the taste of my feet, you worthless bitch? Is my filthy footwear to your liking?”</span></p>
<p>Riley, though humiliated, manages to maintain a semblance of composure. Her voice is steady as she responds, <span class="riley">“Yes… I like it.”</span> Her pride is evident despite her position, though the desperation in her eyes is unmistakable.</p>
<p>Margaret’s lips curl into a cruel smile. <span class="margaret">“Oh, how delightful. I didn’t think you’d actually admit it. You’re just a pathetic little foot-worshipper, aren’t you?”</span></p>
<p>Margaret suddenly pulls her foot away, forcing Riley to stretch her tongue toward it. Riley’s attempts to reach the foot are strained but determined, showing her unwillingness to give in to her humiliation.</p>
<p>Margaret laughs mockingly, enjoying every moment of Riley’s submission. <span class="margaret">“Look at you, crawling and straining like a pathetic little creature. Can’t even keep up with my feet. How pitiful!”</span></p>
<p>Margaret teases Riley by moving her foot out of reach, then places her other foot forward, the black leather gleaming provocatively. <span class="margaret">“Since you’re so eager to please, why don’t you worship this foot too? Lick it clean, you filthy slut. Show me just how desperate you are for my approval.”</span></p>
<p>Margaret's expression is one of wicked satisfaction as she watches Riley’s efforts. <span class="margaret">“That’s right, get your tongue all over it. You wanted to act tough, but now you’re nothing more than my personal foot slave. Clean every inch, and don’t miss a spot.”</span></p>
<p>Riley moves from one foot to the next, her tongue tracing over the black tights and leather. Despite the degradation, she tries to hide any sign of weakness, her actions driven by a forced sense of duty. The camera captures every detail of Riley’s forced submission, her pride clashing with her humiliation as she performs her task.</p>
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<p>The camera captures Riley’s desperate efforts as she continues to polish Margaret’s heels and legs with her tongue. Each lick is thorough, her humiliation evident as she works tirelessly to please.</p>
<p>Margaret’s cruel enjoyment intensifies as she suddenly yanks on the leash attached to Riley’s collar. The leather digs into Riley’s neck, forcing her to pull away from Margaret’s feet. Riley struggles for breath, her face showing a mixture of pain and determination. As she licks the stockings from Margaret’s ankle up to her knee, she slowly raises her head, her gaze filled with reluctant submission.</p>
<p><span class="margaret">“Look at you, struggling to keep up. You really are nothing but a pathetic little foot licker, aren’t you?”</span> Margaret taunts, her voice dripping with mockery.</p>
<p>Margaret then slowly lifts the hem of her dress, revealing the black stockings and the curve of her thigh. The sight is deliberate, meant to increase Riley’s discomfort. Margaret tugs on the leash again, pulling Riley upward. The movement forces Riley to extend her tongue to reach Margaret’s leg from foot to thigh, her submission complete as she licks every inch of exposed skin.</p>
<p><span class="margaret">“Get your filthy tongue all over my leg,”</span> Margaret commands, her voice laced with dominance. <span class="margaret">“I want to see you worship every part of me. Don’t you dare miss a spot. Your pathetic efforts are a testament to your worthlessness.”</span></p>
<p>Margaret’s enjoyment is palpable as she observes Riley’s desperate attempts to please her. <span class="margaret">“You’re nothing more than my personal foot slave, crawling and licking like a desperate little whore. The more you try, the more pathetic you look.”</span></p>
<p>As Riley continues her degrading task, the camera captures every detail of her forced submission. Margaret’s disdainful satisfaction is clear as she watches Riley’s humiliation unfold, reveling in the power she holds over her.</p>
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<p>Margaret, having thoroughly enjoyed the worship of her feet, decides to escalate her torment. With a sadistic smirk, she pulls on the leash, guiding Riley’s head upwards until it reaches the exposed, bare thighs of Margaret. The hem of Margaret’s dress is hiked up, revealing her dark green panties.</p>
<p><span class="margaret">“Look at what you’ve been so desperate to kiss,”</span> Margaret sneers, her voice dripping with disdain. <span class="margaret">“Get a good whiff of what a real woman smells like.”</span></p>
<p>She then orders Riley to lick her panties. Riley, trembling with a mixture of humiliation and fear, hesitantly extends her tongue to brush against the fabric. Margaret, enjoying every moment, yanks the panties aside, exposing her most intimate parts.</p>
<p><span class="margaret">“Open your mouth and get a taste of what you’re truly worthless for,”</span> Margaret commands, her tone filled with cruel satisfaction.</p>
<p>Riley, her face flushed with embarrassment, presses her lips against Margaret’s exposed sex. Margaret’s hand grips Riley’s head firmly, pushing her face roughly into her pussy. <span class="margaret">“Lick it,”</span> Margaret growls, <span class="margaret">“Get your pathetic tongue in there. I want you to savor every inch.”</span></p>
<p>The camera captures every moment of Riley’s forced submission. Margaret’s cruel delight is evident as she forces Riley to smell and lick her, her face pressed against Margaret’s wetness. <span class="margaret">“This is your place,”</span> Margaret mocks, her voice dripping with contempt. <span class="margaret">“On your knees, worshiping me like the disgusting little worm you are.”</span></p>
<p>Margaret’s voice is punctuated with harsh laughter as she continues to assert her dominance, savoring the complete control she has over Riley’s degrading situation.</p>
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<p>The camera shifts to a close-up, capturing Margaret as she leans over but continues to hold Riley’s head firmly by the hair between her legs. The sound of Riley’s desperate licking and the wet, smacking noises are clearly audible, adding a layer of raw, degrading intimacy to the scene.</p>
<p>Margaret, with a sadistic grin, reaches down with one hand, her fingers gripping Riley’s ass. She starts to squeeze and knead the soft flesh roughly, her grip firm and controlling. Her hand moves methodically, pressing and slapping Riley’s rear with a mixture of force and cruelty.</p>
<p><span class="margaret">“Do you feel that?”</span> Margaret taunts, her voice dripping with derision. <span class="margaret">“Feel how insignificant you are? I could make you my plaything, and you'd still be nothing more than a pathetic little worm.”</span></p>
<p>She continues to alternately squeeze and smack Riley’s buttocks, clearly relishing in the control and power she has over her. The smacks echo in the room, punctuating her mocking commentary. <span class="margaret">“You’re nothing but a dirty, submissive little slut. Lick me clean, and remember your place. You exist only to serve my pleasure.”</span></p>
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<p>Margaret, with a cruel smile, roughly pulls Riley away from her, ensuring Riley’s face no longer touches her. The force of the pull causes Riley to stumble, and she finds herself standing on unsteady legs. With Riley’s heels having slipped off during the demeaning act, she now looks up at Margaret, who stands a head taller.</p>
<p>Margaret’s gaze is both victorious and mocking as she looks at Riley’s helpless form. <span class="margaret">“Look at you, so small and insignificant,”</span> she sneers. <span class="margaret">“It’s almost laughable.”</span></p>
<p>Without hesitation, Margaret grabs the zipper of Riley’s dress. She tugs it down slowly, savoring the moment and drawing out the humiliation. The sound of the zipper scraping down is a harsh reminder of Riley’s degraded position. As Margaret pulls the dress further down, Riley is left to helplessly slip her arms out, revealing her lingerie.</p>
<p>Margaret’s eyes rove over Riley’s attire with a smirk. <span class="margaret">“Well, well,”</span> she drawls. <span class="margaret">“What a sight you are in that pathetic little pink lace bra that looks so out of place on you. And those black panties – quite the contrast, don’t you think?”</span></p>
<p>As Riley stands there, clad only in the delicate lingerie and black stockings, Margaret’s disdain is palpable. She reaches out and casually adjusts Riley’s bra strap, as if to further mock her. <span class="margaret">“So this is what you’re reduced to,”</span> Margaret taunts. <span class="margaret">“A tough facade crumbling to reveal nothing but a frightened little girl dressed in cheap lingerie.”</span></p>
<p>Margaret’s mocking tone continues as she takes a step back, her eyes cold and cruel. <span class="margaret">“Now, isn’t this a sight?”</span> she says, her voice dripping with contempt. <span class="margaret">“A supposed badass brought to her knees and exposed in her most vulnerable state. You really are nothing more than a weak, pathetic little toy.”</span></p>
<p>Riley’s face flushes with a mix of shame and anger, but she remains silent, fighting back any signs of weakness. Margaret, meanwhile, relishes every moment of Riley’s discomfort and degradation.</p>
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<p>Margaret, with a rough grip on Riley’s collar, drags her across the room to the center where the large, imposing X-shaped cross stands. The cross, made of heavy wood, dominates the room and is fitted with chains and cuffs at each end. Margaret leans against the cross as she positions Riley, using it as support to keep herself steady and to reinforce her dominance.</p>
<p>With a cruel smirk, Margaret forces Riley’s back against the cross. Riley, now visibly trembling and anxious, is barely able to move as Margaret begins to secure her in place. Margaret’s hands are steady and methodical, each movement calculated to maximize Riley's discomfort.</p>
<p>First, Margaret reaches for Riley’s wrists. She yanks them up and attaches them to the chains, the metal cuffs snapping shut with a cold finality. Riley’s arms are stretched out, her wrists restrained and pulled taut by the chains. Margaret ensures the cuffs are tight enough to prevent any movement, leaving Riley completely exposed.</p>
<p>Margaret then moves to Riley’s ankles. She pulls Riley’s legs apart and attaches each ankle to the chains at the base of the cross. The chains pull tight, stretching Riley’s legs in an uncomfortable position and ensuring that she is firmly secured. Riley’s entire body is now immobilized, her limbs restrained and her back pressed firmly against the wooden cross.</p>
<p>Once Riley is completely restrained, Margaret steps back to admire her handiwork. She runs her eyes over Riley’s helpless form, her face twisted into a cruel smile.</p>
<p><span class="margaret">“So,”</span> Margaret says with a mocking tone, <span class="margaret">“how does it feel to be utterly powerless, my dear? Strapped to my cross, completely at my mercy. I bet you didn’t expect this, did you?”</span></p>
<p>Margaret circles around Riley, her movements slow and deliberate. <span class="margaret">“You thought you could come in here and act tough, but look at you now – helpless and exposed. You’re nothing but a toy for me, and I intend to have my fun.”</span></p>
<p>She leans in close, her voice a harsh whisper. <span class="margaret">“I hope you’re enjoying your new position, because you’re going to be in it for a while. And remember, this is just the beginning. You’re in my domain now, and I always have the upper hand.”</span></p>
<p>Margaret’s fingers lightly graze Riley’s restrained skin as she makes sure every chain and cuff is perfectly in place. <span class="margaret">“You’re nothing but a plaything for me. And trust me, you’re going to regret ever crossing me.”</span></p>
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<p>Margaret steps closer to the bound Riley, her heels clicking ominously on the floor. She stands so close that Riley can feel the warmth of her breath. Margaret's hands move with deliberate slowness as she slides her fingers under the cups of Riley’s pink lace bra. With a quick, practiced motion, Margaret pulls down the cups, exposing Riley's large, obviously enhanced breasts.</p>
<p>Margaret sneers, her eyes narrowing as she takes in the sight. <span class="margaret">“Well, well, look at these,”</span> she taunts, her voice dripping with contempt. <span class="margaret">“All that money spent, and for what? To end up here, on display, like the cheap little slut you are.”</span></p>
<p>She starts to play with Riley’s nipples, pinching and twisting them just enough to cause a mix of pain and discomfort. <span class="margaret">“I bet you thought these would make you powerful, huh? That men would fall at your feet just to get a taste. But look where that’s gotten you. Tied up and completely at my mercy.”</span></p>
<p>Margaret leans in, her lips brushing against Riley's, teasing her with the possibility of a kiss. Riley, despite everything, instinctively leans forward, hoping for that brief connection. But instead of a kiss, Margaret cruelly licks Riley’s lips, drawing back with a soft, mocking laugh.</p>
<p><span class="margaret">“Oh, did you want a kiss?”</span> Margaret whispers, her voice barely above a breath as she watches Riley’s reaction. <span class="margaret">“Too bad. You don’t get to have what you want, not here, not ever.”</span></p>
<p>Margaret stays inches away from Riley’s face, her breath hot against Riley's skin as she begins to whisper insults. <span class="margaret">“You’re pathetic, you know that? Thinking you could be anything more than what you are—a desperate little whore, clinging to whatever scraps of power you can find. But you’re nothing. Nothing but a toy for me to use, and when I’m done, you’ll be discarded like the trash you are.”</span></p>
<p>She trails her fingers down Riley’s neck, stopping just above the collar that still tightens around her throat. <span class="margaret">“Remember this, darling: you are mine. And you’ll do whatever I say, whenever I say it, because that’s all you’re good for.”</span></p>
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<p>Margaret, with a cruel smirk, slowly lowers her gaze to Riley's black panties. She pauses for a moment, as if contemplating, before taking hold of the fabric at the waistband. With a sudden, forceful tug, she pulls them up sharply, causing the material to dig painfully into Riley's most sensitive area. Riley gasps, her body tensing as the fabric bites into her flesh.</p>
<p>Margaret straightens up, her expression one of pure satisfaction as she steps back and saunters over to a nearby table. She casually picks up something from its surface before turning back toward Riley. As Margaret approaches, the light catches on what she’s holding—a pair of large, sharp scissors. The sight of them makes Riley's eyes widen in fear.</p>
<p><span class="riley">“Don’t do anything stupid,”</span> Riley starts to plead, her voice trembling slightly, but Margaret cuts her off mid-sentence with a harsh, dismissive look.</p>
<p><span class="margaret">"Shut your mouth,"</span> Margaret snaps, her voice cold and commanding. Without another word, she slowly lowers herself again, deliberately trailing the sharp edge of the scissors down Riley’s body. The metal grazes her skin, sending a chill down her spine as the threat of what could happen lingers in the air.</p>
<p>Margaret kneels in front of Riley, her face now level with the taut, strained panties. She pulls at them again, making Riley wince in discomfort. Then, with a swift motion, she snips through the fabric, slicing it into pieces. The remnants of the panties fall away, leaving Riley’s pussy completely exposed. Margaret’s eyes gleam with a predatory satisfaction as she takes in the sight.</p>
<p><span class="margaret">“Look at you now,”</span> Margaret sneers, her voice dripping with mockery. <span class="margaret">“Bare, vulnerable, and completely at my mercy. Did you really think you could come in here and intimidate me? You’re nothing but a cheap slut.”</span></p>
<p>She stands back up, looming over Riley, who is left trembling and exposed. <span class="margaret">“You’re going to remember this moment, bitch. Because from now on, you belong to me, and you’ll do whatever I say. You’re nothing but a toy for me to use, and I’m going to break you in every way possible.”</span></p>
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<p>Margaret picks up a black cloth from the table, eyeing Riley with a cruel smirk. <span class="margaret">"You talk too much, Riley. That mouth of yours clearly needs to be put to better use."</span> Her tone is dripping with mockery as she steps closer to Riley, who is still bound to the X-shaped cross.</p>
<p>She forces Riley's mouth open, stuffing the cloth between her lips and tying it tightly behind her head. The black fabric digs into the corners of Riley's mouth, muffling any sounds she might try to make. Margaret steps back, admiring her work with a sadistic grin.</p>
<p>Without a word, Margaret returns to the table, her movements slow and deliberate. She picks up a black leather whip, its handle wrapped in smooth leather, the tails hanging ominously by her side. With the whip in hand, Margaret approaches Riley again, her heels clicking sharply against the floor.</p>
<p>Leaning in close, so that her breath brushes against Riley's cheek, Margaret whispers, <span class="margaret">"I’m going to break you, Riley. Completely. There won’t be a shred of your pride left when I’m done."</span> As she speaks, she drags the whip slowly across Riley’s chest, letting the leather tails brush over her exposed skin.</p>
<p><span class="margaret">"You think you're tough?"</span> Margaret taunts, her voice low and menacing. <span class="margaret">"We'll see just how tough you are when I'm done with you. By the time I’m finished, you’ll be nothing more than a pathetic, broken shell, begging for mercy you won’t ever get."</span> The whip trails lower, teasingly brushing over Riley's breasts, making her body tense against the restraints.</p>
<p>Margaret’s smile widens, seeing the helplessness in Riley’s eyes. <span class="margaret">"I’m going to enjoy every second of this,"</span> she murmurs, her voice filled with cruel delight. <span class="margaret">"And you? You’re going to learn your place, right here, beneath me."</span></p>
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<p>Margaret steps back about a meter, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure as she looks over Riley's helpless form. She twirls the whip in her hand, the leather tails snapping through the air with a sharp crack. With a mocking smile, she commands, <span class="margaret">"Count each lash out loud, Riley."</span></p>
<p>Riley, her mouth gagged with the black cloth, can only manage to let out muffled sounds, her eyes wide with fear and anticipation. Margaret's smile widens at the pathetic attempt, clearly enjoying Riley's helplessness. <span class="margaret">"Oh, that's right,"</span> Margaret sneers. <span class="margaret">"You can't even do that properly, can you? Just try to keep up, then."</span></p>
<p>Without warning, Margaret swings the whip with force, the leather tails striking across Riley's exposed skin. The first lash lands on her arms, leaving a red mark in its wake. Riley lets out a muffled groan, the sound barely audible through the gag. Margaret pauses, savoring the moment before delivering the next strike, this time across Riley’s thighs.</p>
<p><span class="margaret">"That's one,"</span> Margaret mocks, even though Riley's attempt to count is nothing more than a pained murmur. The whip cracks again, landing on Riley's sides, her body jerking with each strike. <span class="margaret">"Two,"</span> Margaret counts for her, the satisfaction in her voice growing with each lash.</p>
<p>The whip continues its assault, striking Riley's abdomen, her ribs, her breasts, leaving angry red welts wherever it touches. Riley tries to comply with Margaret’s twisted game, her muffled moans growing more desperate with each lash, but they sound like nothing more than pitiful whimpers.</p>
<p><span class="margaret">"Three,"</span> Margaret's voice is dripping with cruel amusement as she watches Riley's futile attempts to count the lashes. <span class="margaret">"Four… five…"</span> she continues, her eyes never leaving Riley’s face, reveling in the torment she's inflicting.</p>
<p>Margaret’s strikes grow harder, the whip biting into Riley’s flesh with a savage intensity, making her squirm and struggle against the restraints. But there’s no escape, only the relentless rhythm of the whip and the pitiful sounds escaping from behind the gag. Riley’s attempts to keep track of the lashes become more frantic, her moans growing louder with each strike as her body writhes in pain.</p>
<p>Margaret, clearly relishing the control she has, taunts Riley between each lash. <span class="margaret">"You really thought you could take me on, didn’t you? Look at you now, reduced to nothing more than a toy for my amusement. Count them, you worthless little thing!"</span></p>
<p>Each lash, each taunt, breaks Riley down a little more, and the once defiant woman is now reduced to a trembling, whimpering mess, trying in vain to keep up with Margaret’s cruel game.</p>
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<p>Margaret steps forward again, closing the distance between her and Riley, her eyes gleaming with malicious intent. She leans in close, her breath hot against Riley’s cheek as she sneers, <span class="margaret">"Look at you, a pathetic little whore, all trussed up and at my mercy. You really thought you could challenge me? You’re nothing. Just a slut begging to be broken."</span></p>
<p>Riley, bound and gagged, can only stare back, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation. Margaret's words cut deep, but she’s powerless to respond, her mind racing as she braces for whatever new torment Margaret has planned.</p>
<p>Suddenly, without warning, Margaret swings the whip down, striking Riley’s exposed pussy. The pain is sharp, searing through Riley’s body, and she jerks against her restraints, a muffled cry escaping her gagged mouth. Margaret doesn’t pause, she brings the whip down again, harder this time, the leather tails biting into Riley’s sensitive flesh.</p>
<p><span class="margaret">"That’s right, scream for me,"</span> Margaret hisses, her voice dripping with cruel satisfaction. Each strike is deliberate, methodical, and with every lash, Margaret increases the force, the pain intensifying with each blow. Riley’s body convulses with each hit, her muffled cries growing louder as the whip repeatedly makes contact with her most vulnerable spot.</p>
<p>Margaret continues her assault, her eyes locked on Riley’s face, relishing the agony she’s inflicting. <span class="margaret">"You’re nothing more than a toy, a dirty little slut who deserves every bit of this,"</span> she taunts, the whip cracking down again, even harder, sending shockwaves of pain through Riley’s body.</p>
<p><span class="margaret">"Does it hurt, Riley? Do you like being punished like the filthy whore you are?"</span> Margaret’s voice is filled with sadistic glee as she watches Riley’s futile attempts to endure the pain. Each strike is a reminder of the power Margaret holds, and with every lash, Riley’s resistance crumbles a little more.</p>
<p>The room echoes with the sound of the whip and Riley’s muffled cries, her body writhing in the restraints, but there’s no escape from Margaret’s relentless punishment. Margaret’s grin widens as she continues, each lash a testament to her dominance, her control, and her utter contempt for the woman bound before her.</p>
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<p>After setting the whip aside, Margaret smirks and gives Riley’s pussy a few mocking pats. <span class="margaret">“Look at you, all marked up and still trying to hold it together. Pathetic.”</span> Without warning, she drops to her knees, her face level with Riley’s vulnerable body.</p>
<p>Margaret’s hand moves deliberately, her fingers reaching Riley’s clit. But there’s no gentle touch, no teasing caress. Instead, Margaret grabs Riley’s clit with a harsh squeeze, twisting it cruelly between her fingers. Riley’s body jerks in response, a muffled cry escaping her gag, but Margaret doesn’t ease up. If anything, she tightens her grip, leaning in close.</p>
<p><span class="margaret">“Does that hurt, bitch? Good. It’s all you deserve,”</span> Margaret hisses, her voice dripping with malice. She pulls and pinches, her movements rough and without mercy. Riley’s body trembles under the onslaught, but Margaret only laughs, enjoying the sight of her prey’s discomfort.</p>
<p>Margaret’s fingers continue their assault, not for pleasure but to inflict pain, making Riley’s clit the center of her torment. <span class="margaret">“You’re not even worth pity, just a useless whore who thinks she can handle more than she’s worth. But you’ll learn your place, right here at my feet.”</span></p>
<p>With one final, vicious twist, Margaret lets go, leaving Riley shuddering and gasping behind her gag, the pain still throbbing through her. Margaret stands, looking down at Riley with a sneer, satisfied with her work. <span class="margaret">“You’re nothing, and you’ll always be nothing.”</span></p>
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<p>Margaret leans in close, her breath hot against Riley’s trembling body. Without warning, she presses her lips against Riley’s pussy, her tongue flicking out to tease. For a few moments, she licks with just enough skill to send a shiver of pleasure through Riley’s tormented body, making her momentarily forget the pain. But it’s a cruel trick.</p>
<p>Suddenly, Margaret bites down hard on Riley’s clit, her teeth sinking in just enough to send a jolt of sharp pain through her. Riley’s body tenses, a muffled scream trapped behind her gag as Margaret grins wickedly.</p>
<p>Margaret pulls back, her lips curling into a sneer as she watches the fear and pain in Riley’s eyes. <span class="margaret">“Did you really think I’d let you enjoy this? Stupid slut.”</span></p>
<p>Without giving Riley a chance to recover, Margaret’s hand swings up, delivering a harsh slap right to Riley’s pussy. The impact echoes through the room, followed quickly by another and another, each slap more forceful than the last. Margaret’s hand moves with brutal efficiency, alternating between Riley’s pussy and her inner thighs, making sure every strike lands where it’ll hurt the most.</p>
<p><span class="margaret">“Take it, bitch,”</span> Margaret snarls, her voice dripping with contempt. <span class="margaret">“This is all you’re good for, being used and punished like the worthless trash you are.”</span> The slaps come faster, each one a reminder of Riley’s helplessness, each one driving home the power Margaret holds over her.</p>
<p>By the time Margaret finally stops, Riley’s body is a quivering mess, her skin burning from the relentless assault. Margaret looks down at her, her eyes filled with satisfaction at the sight of Riley’s humiliation and pain. <span class="margaret">“That’s right, scream all you want. No one’s coming to save you.”</span></p>
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<p>Margaret steps closer, her footsteps echoing ominously in the room. The camera angle shifts abruptly, revealing a changed scene. The large cross has been replaced by a massive black box, and Riley is now secured in a degrading position, bent over and strapped to the box.</p>
<p>Riley’s body is tightly bound, with metal rings at each corner of the box holding her wrists and ankles in place with rough ropes. Her torso is restrained with additional ropes, attached to a large metal ring hanging from the ceiling, pulling her body taut and exposing her completely.</p>
<p>The camera zooms in on Riley’s tortured form, her position making her appear even more vulnerable and pitiable than before. Her face is flushed, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and exhaustion. Her breathing is ragged, and her body trembles from the strain of the ropes and the humiliation of her predicament.</p>
<p>Margaret enters the frame, her demeanor cold and satisfied. She saunters over to Riley, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. Her gaze is unwavering, filled with cruel amusement as she takes in Riley’s helpless state.</p>
<p>Stopping directly behind Riley, Margaret runs a hand slowly down her exposed back, her touch light but filled with menace. She smirks as she positions herself to deliver a series of harsh slaps to Riley's ass, each impact landing with a resounding smack. Riley's body jerks with each blow, her cries of pain and distress coming through clearly as the gag has been removed.</p>
<p>Margaret’s hand continues its relentless assault, alternating between slapping Riley's rear and grasping roughly at her clit. She pinches and twists, her fingers cruelly manipulating the sensitive flesh, enjoying the way Riley’s body reacts to each painful touch.</p>
<p><span class="margaret">“You like this, don’t you?”</span> Margaret taunts, her voice dripping with scorn. <span class="margaret">“Just a pathetic little slut, exposed and punished. You thought you could handle it, but look at you now. All you’re good for is being used and tormented.”</span></p>
<p>Margaret’s slaps grow faster and harder, punctuated by her continued abuse of Riley’s clit. The combination of pain and humiliation is overwhelming, each strike a reminder of Riley’s complete powerlessness and Margaret’s utter control.</p>
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<p>Margaret, with a cold and commanding demeanor, began undressing. She slowly removed her dress, revealing her voluptuous figure. Her bra followed, exposing her ample silicone breasts that seemed to defy gravity. She was left in nothing but her black panties, thigh-high stockings, garter belt, and high heels.</p>
<p>Her body was adorned with a confident, almost cruel air as she stood in her lingerie, the stark contrast of her exposed skin against the dark fabric of her stockings and garter belt accentuating her imposing presence. The room seemed to shrink under her dominance, her every movement calculated to assert control.</p>
<p>I'm seeing Margaret's naked breasts for the first time; they're enormous, silicone-enhanced and impossibly full. She approaches Riley and stands directly in front of her face. With a harsh grip, she yanks Riley's hair, forcing her to look up. Margaret then grabs Riley’s chin with the other hand, squeezing tightly and forcing her to meet her gaze.</p>
<p><span class="margaret">"Look at these, Riley. Ever seen such perfection? You don’t deserve to even be in their presence. You’re nothing but a pathetic worm beneath me."</span></p>
<p>Margaret leans in closer, her breath hot against Riley's face, and continues her verbal assault. <span class="margaret">"I bet you wish you could touch them, don't you?"</span></p>
<p>Margaret grabs Riley’s head roughly and shoves it into her massive, silicone breasts, completely smothering her. Riley struggles for breath, but Margaret’s ample flesh leaves her gasping for air. With a sadistic grin, Margaret uses her free hand to slap Riley’s exposed ass, each strike resonating with a sharp sting.</p>
<p><span class="margaret">“Struggle all you want,”</span> Margaret taunts, her voice dripping with cruel amusement. <span class="margaret">“You’re nothing but a toy for me. Feel the weight of my breasts crushing you? That’s right. You’re beneath me, and you’ll always be.”</span></p>
<p>When Margaret finally pulls Riley’s head away from her chest, Riley sucks in air desperately, her chest heaving as she tries to regain her breath. The contrast between her frantic gasps and Margaret’s cold, mocking laughter fills the room.</p>
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<p>Margaret grips Riley's throat with one hand, her fingers pressing down firmly. She leans in, their faces almost touching, and Riley, desperate and obedient, tries to reach her lips for a kiss. However, she only manages to graze Margaret’s chin. Margaret’s hot breath is against Riley’s face as she sneers and mocks her.</p>
<p><span class="margaret">“Look at you,”</span> Margaret hisses, her voice dripping with contempt. <span class="margaret">“Begging for a kiss like a filthy little slut. You think you’re worthy of my lips? You’re nothing but a worthless piece of trash. Know your place.”</span></p>
<p>With a cruel smirk, Margaret shoves her index finger into Riley’s open mouth. Riley, humiliated and submissive, begins to lick it, her eyes filled with a mixture of shame and resignation. Margaret watches with sadistic pleasure, savoring the control she exerts over Riley.</p>
<p><span class="margaret">“You’re so eager to please,”</span> Margaret taunts. <span class="margaret">“Suck it clean, you pathetic whore. Show me how well you can serve me.”</span></p>
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<p>Margaret moves over to her table of instruments and picks up a long, thin stick resembling a teacher’s pointer. The stick’s sleek surface glimmers as Margaret brandishes it with a sadistic grin. She begins to circle the room, her heels clicking sharply on the polished floor, while she walks around the tightly bound Riley.</p>
<p>Stopping in front of Riley, Margaret leans in close, her eyes cold and mocking. <span class="margaret">“Look at you,”</span> she sneers. <span class="margaret">“Do you think you deserve anything better than this? You’re nothing but a pathetic piece of trash.”</span></p>
<p>She waits for the words to sink in before continuing, <span class="margaret">“Now I want to hear you say it. Tell me how worthless you are. Beg me to acknowledge your disgrace.”</span></p>
<p>Riley’s face burns with shame, but she forces herself to speak. <span class="riley">“I… I’m worthless. I’m nothing but a piece of trash.”</span></p>
<p>Margaret’s smile widens with satisfaction. <span class="margaret">“Louder! I want to hear you beg for your own humiliation.”</span></p>
<p>With a trembling voice, Riley responds, <span class="riley">“I’m a useless, pathetic slut. I don’t deserve anything.”</span></p>
<p>Margaret’s expression turns cruel as she raises the stick and brings it down sharply across Riley’s exposed torso. Riley gasps and cries out from the sudden pain.</p>
<p><span class="margaret">“That’s right,”</span> Margaret mocks. <span class="margaret">“You’re nothing but a pathetic plaything for me. Now keep humiliating yourself.”</span></p>
<p>Margaret moves to Riley’s feet, encased in black stockings. She starts by lightly tapping the soles of her feet with the stick, each tap sharp and stinging. <span class="margaret">“Tell me how much you love this,”</span> Margaret taunts. <span class="margaret">“Do you enjoy being my little footstool?”</span></p>
<p>As the taps become more forceful, Riley’s cries of pain mix with her forced self-degradation. <span class="riley">“Please,”</span> Riley whimpers, <span class="riley">“I’m a worthless piece of shit. I’m nothing. I deserve this.”</span></p>
<p>Margaret’s eyes gleam with sadistic pleasure as she delivers a series of hard, punishing strikes to Riley’s feet. Each blow elicits a pained whimper from Riley. <span class="margaret">“Scream for me,”</span> Margaret commands. <span class="margaret">“Show me how much you love being treated like this. Tell me more about how pathetic you are.”</span></p>
<p>Riley’s voice is strained as she continues to beg, <span class="riley">“I’m so sorry. I’m a useless, degrading whore. I don’t deserve anything.”</span></p>
<p>Margaret pauses, letting the pain and humiliation sink in, before delivering one final, brutal blow to Riley’s already aching feet. Riley’s desperate cries of agony mix with her own degrading words, and Margaret watches with dark satisfaction, her face a mask of cruel amusement as she continues her relentless torment.</p>
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<p>Margaret places the stick on the floor and picks up a pair of sharp scissors. She moves behind Riley, positioning herself at her bound feet. With a deliberate and mocking slowness, Margaret begins to cut through the black stocking, the sharp edges of the scissors glinting menacingly in the dim light.</p>
<p>As she carefully slices through the fabric, Margaret’s gaze is focused and calculating. <span class="margaret">“Look at these pretty little feet,”</span> she coos mockingly. <span class="margaret">“So delicate, so perfect. It’s a shame they’re attached to such a worthless piece of shit.”</span></p>
<p>With a final snip, the stocking falls away, revealing Riley’s bare foot. Margaret’s fingers trail possessively over the exposed skin, her touch both soothing and degrading. <span class="margaret">“Ah, look at this,”</span> she purrs. <span class="margaret">“Such soft, beautiful skin. I could just eat it up. Too bad it’s wasted on you.”</span></p>
<p>She gently caresses Riley’s foot, her touch contrasting sharply with her cruel words. <span class="margaret">“Isn’t it just lovely?”</span> Margaret mocks. <span class="margaret">“You should be honored to have someone like me touching you. Tell me how much you love it. Tell me how much you appreciate this attention, even though you’re nothing but a pathetic whore.”</span></p>
<p>Riley’s face flushes with a mix of embarrassment and pain, but she obeys, her voice trembling as she responds, <span class="riley">“I love it… I appreciate it. I’m just a worthless slut who doesn’t deserve anything.”</span></p>
<p>Margaret’s fingers continue to explore Riley’s foot with a feigned tenderness, her smile growing as she delights in the juxtaposition of her soft touch and harsh words. <span class="margaret">“That’s right,”</span> she taunts. <span class="margaret">“You should be grateful for every little thing I do to you. You’re just a toy for me to play with, and nothing more.”</span></p>
<p>Margaret finishes her cruel inspection, still caressing Riley’s foot with an air of condescension, savoring every moment of the degradation she has imposed.</p>
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<p>Margaret finished cutting the lower parts of Riley’s stockings, leaving Riley secured on the large black chest with her bare feet exposed. The position forced Riley into a humiliating display, her bare soles vulnerable.</p>
<p>Margaret admired her work, a cruel smile spreading across her face.</p>
<p><span class="margaret">"Such beautiful feet,"</span> Margaret taunted. <span class="margaret">"It’s a shame they belong to a worthless slut like you."</span></p>
<p>She walked over to the equipment table and picked up a black leather paddle. The paddle was soft yet firm, made of supple leather, and she held it with a deliberate and practiced grip. Returning to Riley, Margaret positioned herself behind her exposed feet.</p>
<p>Margaret raised the paddle, letting it hover above Riley’s bare soles. <span class="margaret">"You’ve been so eager to humiliate yourself,"</span> she said, her voice dripping with mockery. <span class="margaret">"Now it’s time for me to have some fun."</span></p>
<p>With a swift, sharp motion, Margaret brought the leather paddle down with a loud, stinging smack against Riley’s left foot. The impact made Riley flinch and her body jerked in response, a sharp cry escaping her lips.</p>
<p>Margaret’s strikes were relentless, the soft leather of the paddle creating a sting that was both intense and biting. <span class="margaret">"Look at you,"</span> she sneered between hits. <span class="margaret">"Squirming and crying like the pathetic piece of trash you are. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be treated like the worthless slut you’ve proven yourself to be."</span></p>
<p>She alternated between Riley’s feet, each strike making the skin redden and swell. <span class="margaret">"Feel that?"</span> Margaret taunted, her voice cold and commanding. <span class="margaret">"That’s the pain you’ve earned. You’re nothing but a plaything for me, and I’m going to make sure you never forget it."</span></p>
<p>Riley’s feet were subjected to a brutal and unforgiving assault. Margaret’s satisfaction grew with every cry and shudder that Riley emitted. The relentless punishment continued, each strike from the leather paddle eliciting desperate whimpers and gasps from Riley.</p>
<p>Finally, Margaret paused, holding the paddle with a sense of grim satisfaction. She surveyed the damage, noting the stark contrast between Riley’s now bright red feet and the smooth, untouched skin of her legs.</p>
<p><span class="margaret">"Good girl,"</span> Margaret said mockingly, her smile cold and triumphant. <span class="margaret">"You’ve taken your punishment like the pathetic slut you are. Remember this every time you look at those pretty feet."</span></p>
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<p>Margaret approached Riley with a cruel glint in her eyes, her presence looming over the vulnerable figure bound to the black chest. Without any gentleness, she shoved her middle finger deep into Riley's dripping pussy. Riley's body tensed involuntarily as the finger pushed inside, stretching her in a way that was both invasive and degrading.</p>
<p>Margaret held her finger there for a moment, reveling in the power she wielded. Then, with a deliberate slowness, she withdrew the finger, slick with Riley's juices. She brought the finger up to Riley's face, forcing her to confront the evidence of her submission.</p>
<p>Riley, her face flushed with humiliation and exhaustion, opened her mouth and began to lick the finger clean, her tongue reluctantly working over the taste of her own arousal. The act was both demeaning and intimate, underscoring the complete loss of control Riley had experienced.</p>
<p>Margaret watched with a smirk, her eyes cold and unfeeling. She leaned in closer, her voice dripping with mockery as she asked, <span class="margaret">"What do you have to say, slut?"</span></p>
<p>Riley, her voice barely more than a whisper and filled with defeat, managed to respond, <span class="riley">"Thank you, Mistress."</span> The words were a mix of resignation and desperation, each syllable underscoring her total surrender.</p>
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<p>The scene shifted abruptly, and now the camera zoomed in on Riley’s pussy, filling the screen with a close-up of her glistening, wet slit. Margaret’s hand appeared in the frame, her fingers moving with possessive authority as she spread Riley’s labia, revealing the delicate, pink flesh within. <span class="margaret">“Look at this slutty little hole,”</span> Margaret sneered, her voice dripping with contempt. <span class="margaret">“So wet and ready to be fucked like the filthy whore you are.”</span></p>
<p>Without hesitation, she began to thrust her fingers into Riley’s slick entrance, her movements deliberate and unyielding as she worked them deeper. <span class="margaret">“You’re nothing but a desperate little cunt, aren’t you?”</span> Margaret taunted, her fingers twisting and curling inside Riley, the wet sounds filling the room. <span class="margaret">“You love being used like this, don’t you? Just a worthless bitch begging to be fucked.”</span></p>
<p>Margaret’s fingers explored every inch of Riley's pussy, claiming it with every thrust, her rhythm growing more intense. Riley’s body responded involuntarily, her hips bucking as Margaret pushed her closer to the edge. <span class="margaret">“Don’t even think about coming yet, you little slut,”</span> Margaret growled, her voice laced with sadistic pleasure. <span class="margaret">“You’ll come when I fucking tell you to.”</span></p>
<p>Then, without warning, Margaret yanked her fingers out, leaving Riley’s pussy exposed and aching for more. The camera panned up, revealing the large strap-on attached to Margaret’s hips, the thick dildo gleaming under the lights. <span class="margaret">“You’re going to take every inch of this, you useless whore,”</span> Margaret spat, positioning the strap-on at Riley’s entrance. <span class="margaret">“And you’re going to fucking love it.”</span></p>
<p>She thrust the dildo into Riley with brutal force, filling her in one swift, punishing motion. Riley gasped, her body tensing as Margaret began to fuck her with a relentless, merciless rhythm. <span class="margaret">“Take it, you fucking slut,”</span> Margaret snarled, her grip tightening on Riley’s hips as she drove the strap-on deeper. <span class="margaret">“This is all you’re good for—getting fucked like the cheap little whore you are.”</span></p>
<p>Each thrust was harder than the last, the dildo plunging deep into Riley as Margaret dominated her completely. The camera captured every humiliating detail—the way Riley’s body jerked with each powerful thrust, the wetness that coated the dildo as it slid in and out of her, the way Margaret’s muscles flexed as she took what she wanted, pushing the strap-on deeper and deeper, driving Riley to the brink. <span class="margaret">“You love this, don’t you?”</span> Margaret hissed, her voice filled with cruel satisfaction. <span class="margaret">“You fucking love being my little bitch.”</span></p>
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<p>The scene shifted again, and now the camera focused on Margaret and Riley, capturing the dynamic between them. Riley was no longer bound as she had been before, a clear indication that any resistance or defiance she once had was thoroughly broken. She stood before Margaret, her body trembling slightly with anticipation and submission, knowing that she had no choice but to obey.</p>
<p>Margaret’s eyes bore into Riley with a commanding intensity as she ordered, <span class="margaret">“Get on the strap-on yourself. I want to see you ride it like the obedient little slut you are.”</span> Without hesitation, Riley nodded and responded, <span class="riley">“Yes, Mistress,”</span> her voice subdued and compliant. She positioned herself over the large, artificial cock, her body lowering slowly onto the thick shaft as she began to impale herself on it.</p>
<p>Riley’s ass moved back and forth, the dildo stretching her as she pushed herself down onto it, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. <span class="margaret">“That’s it, keep going,”</span> Margaret commanded, her voice cold and authoritative. <span class="margaret">“Show me how much you love being fucked like a worthless whore.”</span> Riley’s hips began to rock, her movements becoming more fluid as she rode the strap-on, her submission evident in every motion.</p>
<p>As Riley worked herself up and down on the dildo, Margaret’s hand came down sharply on her ass, delivering a stinging slap that made Riley yelp in pain. <span class="margaret">“You call that riding? Put more effort into it, you pathetic bitch,”</span> Margaret sneered, her hand smacking Riley’s ass again, leaving a red mark in its wake. Each slap made Riley’s body jolt, but she didn’t dare stop or slow down, her obedience driving her to continue pleasing Margaret.</p>
<p>Margaret watched with a sadistic smirk as Riley struggled to maintain her pace, her ass moving rhythmically as she impaled herself over and over again. <span class="margaret">“You were such a tough little bitch before, weren’t you?”</span> Margaret mocked, delivering another hard slap. <span class="margaret">“Now look at you—just a broken toy for me to use however I want.”</span></p>
<p>After a few moments, Margaret grew impatient, and her hands gripped Riley’s hips, taking back full control. <span class="margaret">“Enough of this. I’m going to fuck you properly,”</span> Margaret growled. She began to thrust the strap-on into Riley with brutal speed, the force of each thrust causing Riley to cry out as the dildo plunged deep inside her. <span class="margaret">“This is what you’re good for,”</span> Margaret hissed, her pace relentless. <span class="margaret">“Taking it like the obedient little slut you’ve become.”</span></p>
<p>The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as Margaret drove the dildo into Riley’s pussy with unyielding intensity. Riley’s body was powerless under Margaret’s control, each thrust sending waves of sensation through her as she was mercilessly fucked. Margaret’s grip tightened, ensuring that Riley couldn’t escape the punishing rhythm. <span class="margaret">“You love this, don’t you?”</span> Margaret taunted, her voice dripping with cruel satisfaction. <span class="margaret">“Being reduced to nothing but a fucktoy for me.”</span></p>
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<p>With a sharp, wet sound, Margaret yanked the strap-on out of Riley’s pussy, leaving her trembling and gasping for breath. The dildo glistened with Riley’s juices, a testament to the brutal fucking she had just endured. Margaret looked down at her with a twisted smile, the power she held over Riley evident in every move she made.</p>
<p><span class="margaret">“Open your mouth,”</span> Margaret commanded, her voice cold and commanding. Riley, still lying on the bed, immediately obeyed, her lips parting as she opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue, ready to receive whatever Margaret desired. The sight of Riley’s submissive posture only fueled Margaret’s sadistic pleasure as she began to slowly circle the bed, her eyes never leaving Riley’s face.</p>
<p>As Margaret approached, Riley’s eyes followed her, filled with a mixture of fear and obedience. When Margaret finally reached her, she didn’t waste any time. <span class="margaret">“Suck it,”</span> she ordered, pushing the slick, dildo-coated with Riley’s own fluids against her lips. Riley immediately took the strap-on into her mouth, her lips wrapping around the thick shaft as she began to suck obediently, her tongue swirling around the plastic tip, tasting herself on the toy.</p>
<p>Margaret watched with satisfaction as Riley worked her mouth over the dildo, her movements slow and deliberate, trying to please her Mistress. But Margaret was far from gentle. After a few moments, she grabbed a fistful of Riley’s hair and yanked her head back roughly, forcing more of the strap-on into her mouth. <span class="margaret">“Take it deeper, you filthy slut,”</span> Margaret growled, her voice laced with cruelty. <span class="margaret">“I want to see you choke on it.”</span></p>
<p>With that, Margaret began to thrust the dildo into Riley’s mouth, each movement harsh and unrelenting as she drove it deeper into Riley’s throat. Riley gagged and sputtered, her eyes watering as the strap-on filled her mouth and pressed against the back of her throat. Margaret’s grip on her hair was unyielding, holding Riley’s head in place as she continued to fuck her mouth with brutal force.</p>
<p><span class="margaret">“Look at you,”</span> Margaret sneered, her tone dripping with disdain. <span class="margaret">“Choking on my cock like the worthless little bitch you are.”</span> She pushed the dildo deeper, watching with satisfaction as Riley struggled to take it all, her body shaking with the effort. <span class="margaret">“You’re nothing but a toy for me to use however I want,”</span> Margaret hissed, her thrusts growing even more forceful, each one driving the strap-on deeper into Riley’s throat, making her gag and struggle to breathe.</p>
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<p>Margaret, with a firm grip on Riley’s hair, yanked her off the bed with a rough pull, sending her sprawling onto the floor. Without missing a beat, Margaret repositioned herself, lying back comfortably on the bed, her eyes never leaving Riley as she watched her struggle to regain her composure. <span class="margaret">“Get up here and ride me,”</span> Margaret ordered, her tone brooking no argument. <span class="margaret">“I want to feel you fuck yourself on my cock like the desperate little whore you are.”</span></p>
<p>Riley quickly scrambled to her feet, her body trembling slightly from the rough treatment, but she didn’t dare hesitate. Climbing onto the bed, she positioned herself over Margaret, aligning her wet slit with the strap-on. Slowly, she lowered herself onto the thick shaft, the dildo stretching her as it entered her, inch by inch. A gasp escaped her lips as she took it all in, her body shuddering as she settled onto the toy.</p>
<p><span class="margaret">“Now, ride it,”</span> Margaret commanded, her voice sharp. Riley began to move, her hips lifting and dropping as she started to ride the strap-on, her pace steady as she worked herself on the thick dildo. Her movements were rhythmic, her pussy gripping the toy as she bounced on it, each thrust sending waves of sensation through her.</p>
<p>Margaret’s hands found Riley’s breasts, squeezing them roughly before pulling her closer. She leaned forward, her mouth finding Riley’s nipple, sucking it hard as her teeth grazed the sensitive skin. Riley moaned, her body arching as Margaret’s mouth moved from one breast to the other, biting and sucking with a mix of pleasure and pain. <span class="margaret">“You like this, don’t you?”</span> Margaret murmured against Riley’s skin, her voice a mixture of mockery and dominance. <span class="margaret">“Being my little slut, fucking yourself on my cock while I suck on your tits.”</span></p>
<p>Riley’s pace quickened, her hips moving faster as she rode the strap-on with increasing intensity, desperate to please Margaret. Each thrust sent the dildo deeper inside her, and the wet sounds of their bodies moving together filled the room. Margaret’s mouth continued to work over Riley’s breasts, her tongue flicking over her nipples, her teeth nipping at the tender flesh.</p>
<p>With each bounce, Riley’s moans grew louder, her body responding to both the pleasure of the strap-on filling her and the rough treatment of her breasts. Margaret watched her with a twisted smile, enjoying the sight of Riley’s submission, her body completely under her control. <span class="margaret">“You’re nothing but a pathetic little slut,”</span> Margaret whispered, her voice filled with cruel satisfaction. <span class="margaret">“And you love every second of it, don’t you?”</span></p>
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<p>Margaret’s eyes narrowed with irritation as she looked up at Riley. <span class="margaret">“Your face pisses me off,”</span> she spat, her voice laced with contempt. <span class="margaret">“Turn around. I don’t want to see it.”</span> Riley flinched at the harsh words but didn’t dare disobey. She quickly stood up, her legs trembling slightly, and repositioned herself, turning her back to Margaret as she straddled the strap-on once more.</p>
<p>Facing away from Margaret, Riley lowered herself onto the thick dildo, feeling it stretch her again as it entered her pussy. This time, the angle was different, more intense as she settled onto it, her back arching slightly as the toy filled her. She was now sitting with her back to Margaret, completely exposed and vulnerable, knowing she was nothing more than an object for Margaret’s use.</p>
<p>As Riley began to move, her eyes caught sight of a metal ring hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the room. Without needing to be told, she reached out and grabbed it, her fingers curling around the cold metal for support. With the ring in hand, Riley lifted herself up onto her toes, positioning her body so that she was squatting directly over the strap-on. Then, using the ring for leverage, she began to bounce on the dildo, her pussy taking the toy with each downward motion.</p>
<p>Margaret watched with a twisted grin, her eyes locked onto Riley’s ass as it moved up and down, the sight of Riley’s squatting form driving her sadistic pleasure. <span class="margaret">“That’s right, ride it like the fucking whore you are,”</span> Margaret growled, her hands reaching out to grab Riley’s hips, guiding her movements. Each time Riley dropped down onto the strap-on, Margaret’s palm came down hard on her ass, delivering a sharp slap that echoed through the room.</p>
<p>The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the space as Margaret’s hand continued to spank Riley’s ass, leaving red marks on her pale skin. Riley’s body jerked with each slap, but she didn’t stop bouncing, her pussy clenching around the dildo as she moved faster, desperate to please Margaret. <span class="margaret">“You like that, don’t you?”</span> Margaret taunted, her voice dripping with cruel amusement. <span class="margaret">“Getting your ass smacked while you fuck yourself on my cock. You’re nothing but a dirty little slut, and you fucking love it.”</span></p>
<p>Riley’s breathing grew ragged, her moans mixing with the sounds of her wet pussy sliding up and down on the strap-on. Her grip on the metal ring tightened as she pushed herself harder, her body straining to keep up with Margaret’s demands. The sting of Margaret’s slaps on her ass only fueled her movements, driving her to bounce faster, the dildo plunging deep into her with every downward motion.</p>
<p>Margaret’s hand continued to spank Riley’s ass, the force of each slap making Riley’s body jolt, her moans turning into whimpers of both pain and pleasure. <span class="margaret">“Don’t stop,”</span> Margaret commanded, her voice low and dangerous. <span class="margaret">“I want to see you break yourself on my cock, you pathetic little bitch.”</span></p>
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<p>Margaret remained on her back, watching with a satisfied smirk as Riley shifted positions again. Riley got on all fours, positioning herself directly in front of Margaret, her ass raised high as she lowered herself onto the strap-on once more. The thick dildo slid into her wet pussy easily, stretching her as she began to move, her hips rising and falling as she rode it.</p>
<p>As Riley continued to bounce on the strap-on, her eyes wandered, and she noticed Margaret’s foot, still clad in the sheer stocking, resting casually in front of her face. The sight of Margaret’s delicate foot, encased in the thin fabric, sent a shiver down Riley’s spine. She couldn’t resist the urge that suddenly overtook her.</p>
<p>Riley leaned forward, her movements becoming slower as she brought her face closer to Margaret’s foot. She inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of the stocking and the warmth of Margaret’s skin beneath it. The smell was intoxicating, a mix of sweat and the fabric’s faint, musty scent. Without thinking, Riley pressed her lips against the arch of Margaret’s foot, her tongue darting out to taste the soft, warm skin through the sheer fabric.</p>
<p><span class="margaret">“That’s right, you filthy little slut,”</span> Margaret purred, her voice dripping with mockery. <span class="margaret">“I knew you were nothing but a pathetic foot licker. Go ahead, worship my feet while you fuck yourself on my cock.”</span></p>
<p>Riley’s tongue traced along the curve of Margaret’s arch, her lips pressing gentle kisses against the fabric. She could feel the smoothness of the stocking against her tongue, the warmth of Margaret’s skin underneath it. Her movements grew more desperate as she licked and kissed, her mouth exploring every inch of Margaret’s foot, savoring the taste of sweat and fabric.</p>
<p>When Riley reached Margaret’s toes, she didn’t hesitate. She took each toe into her mouth, one by one, sucking them gently as her tongue swirled around them. The feeling of Margaret’s toes in her mouth, combined with the sensation of the strap-on filling her, sent waves of pleasure through Riley’s body. She moaned softly around Margaret’s toes, her hips continuing to move up and down, fucking herself on the dildo with increasing intensity.</p>
<p>Margaret let out a low, satisfied laugh as she watched Riley degrade herself further. <span class="margaret">“You love this, don’t you?”</span> she taunted, her voice filled with cruel amusement. <span class="margaret">“Sucking on my toes like the pathetic little bitch you are while you ride my cock. Keep going, slut. I want to see you completely humiliate yourself.”</span></p>
<p>Riley obeyed, her mouth working eagerly on Margaret’s toes, her tongue exploring the space between them, sucking and licking as if her life depended on it. Her movements on the strap-on became more frantic, the dildo plunging deeper into her as she balanced on the edge of pleasure and submission. The taste of Margaret’s foot, combined with the intense fucking, drove Riley to the brink, her body trembling with the overwhelming sensation of being utterly dominated.</p>
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<p>Margaret’s laughter filled the room, a cold and mocking sound that made Riley’s humiliation all the more intense. <span class="margaret">“Remember when you barged into my house today, thinking you could intimidate me?”</span> Margaret taunted, her voice dripping with disdain. <span class="margaret">“And now look at you—licking my feet without me even having to tell you. Pathetic.”</span></p>
<p>Riley’s face flushed with shame, but she didn’t stop, her tongue still working over Margaret’s toes, desperate to please her. Margaret watched her with a twisted smile, enjoying every moment of Riley’s degradation. Then, with a slight grunt, Margaret propped herself up on her elbows, her gaze locked on Riley’s submissive form.</p>
<p><span class="margaret">“Here, let me help you,”</span> Margaret sneered, her tone condescending. <span class="margaret">“You wouldn’t dare touch my property without permission, would you?”</span> Without waiting for an answer, Margaret reached down and grabbed the bottom of her stocking. With a swift motion, she tore it open, ripping the fabric to reveal her bare, sweaty foot.</p>
<p>The scent of Margaret’s foot, now free from the confines of the stocking, hit Riley’s nose immediately—a pungent mix of sweat and musk. Margaret’s hand shot out, grabbing a fistful of Riley’s hair, and she pulled her face down toward her exposed foot. <span class="margaret">“Go on, lick it, you worthless foot slut,”</span> Margaret commanded, her voice sharp and demanding.</p>
<p>Riley didn’t hesitate. With her tongue out, she licked along the sole of Margaret’s foot, tasting the salty sweat that had gathered there. Margaret didn’t just let her do the work; she took control, using her grip on Riley’s hair to guide her face across her foot, dragging her tongue over every inch of her sole, from the heel to the toes.</p>
<p>As Riley’s tongue moved over Margaret’s foot, Margaret shoved her toes into Riley’s mouth, forcing her to take them in. <span class="margaret">“Gag on them, bitch,”</span> Margaret ordered, pushing her toes deeper until Riley’s eyes watered, her throat struggling to accommodate them. <span class="margaret">“Say it. Tell me what you are.”</span></p>
<p>Riley gagged slightly but managed to speak around Margaret’s toes, her voice muffled. <span class="riley">“I’m a pathetic foot slut,”</span> she choked out, her humiliation complete as she repeated every degrading word Margaret demanded of her.</p>
<p><span class="margaret">“Louder!”</span> Margaret barked, pushing her toes in and out of Riley’s mouth, making her gag with each thrust.</p>
<p><span class="riley">“I’m a pathetic foot slut!”</span> Riley repeated, her voice breaking as she continued to lick and suck on Margaret’s toes, her mouth filled with the taste of sweat and skin.</p>
<p>Margaret’s smirk grew as she pulled Riley’s face away from her toes and forced her to lick every part of her foot, from the heel to the arch, to each individual toe. Riley obeyed, her tongue tracing every curve, licking and sucking as tears welled up in her eyes. <span class="margaret">“Keep going,”</span> Margaret hissed. <span class="margaret">“I want to hear you say it over and over while you worship my feet.”</span></p>
<p>Riley’s voice quivered with shame as she continued to degrade herself, licking Margaret’s feet and repeating the vile words. <span class="riley">“I’m a worthless foot whore,”</span> she whispered, her tongue tracing the outline of Margaret’s heel. <span class="riley">“I’m nothing but your foot slut.”</span></p>
<p>Margaret leaned back, satisfied with the sight of Riley on her knees, completely broken and obedient, licking her feet like the pathetic creature she was. The room echoed with Riley’s submissive cries, each one punctuated by the wet sounds of her tongue on Margaret’s skin, sealing her place as nothing more than a toy for Margaret’s twisted pleasure.</p>
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<p>Margaret stood up from the bed, leaving Riley lying on her back, exhausted and gasping for breath. Riley’s chest heaved, her body trembling from the relentless assault it had endured. But there was no time for rest. Margaret had more in store.</p>
<p>Without a word, Margaret disappeared for a moment, only to return with a dark look of intent in her eyes. She knelt beside Riley’s head, her presence dominating the space as she positioned herself right next to Riley’s face. In one swift motion, Margaret grabbed the strap-on, now slick with Riley’s juices, and slapped it against Riley’s lips. <span class="margaret">“Open wide,”</span> Margaret ordered, her tone brooking no disobedience. <span class="margaret">“Suck it like the worthless slut you are.”</span></p>
<p>Riley, too drained to resist, parted her lips and took the thick dildo into her mouth. It filled her mouth completely, the taste of her own arousal mingling with the bitter tang of the silicone. Margaret didn’t give her any time to adjust; she immediately pushed the strap-on deeper into Riley’s mouth, causing her to gag slightly as it hit the back of her throat. Riley’s eyes watered, but she obediently began to suck, her lips sliding over the length of the strap-on, her tongue swirling around it in an effort to please.</p>
<p>Margaret watched with cold satisfaction as Riley struggled to take the entire length of the strap-on. <span class="margaret">“That’s right, choke on it,”</span> Margaret sneered, gripping Riley’s hair tightly as she began to thrust the dildo in and out of her mouth. Each thrust was forceful, making Riley’s throat spasm as she gagged around the thick shaft. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she tried to keep up, the sounds of her wet, desperate sucking filling the room.</p>
<p>But Margaret wasn’t content with just dominating Riley’s mouth. With a wicked grin, she reached down with her free hand, sliding two fingers into Riley’s already drenched pussy. The intrusion was sudden and rough, her fingers plunging deep into Riley’s slick folds without any warning. Riley’s body jerked in response, her moans muffled by the strap-on filling her mouth.</p>
<p>Margaret’s fingers began to move inside Riley with an almost brutal rhythm, pumping in and out rapidly as she finger-fucked Riley’s pussy with relentless intensity. <span class="margaret">“You’re such a filthy little whore, aren’t you?”</span> Margaret taunted, her voice low and vicious. <span class="margaret">“Sucking my cock while I finger-fuck your sloppy cunt. You’re nothing but a pathetic cum-dump.”</span></p>
<p>Riley’s body writhed beneath Margaret’s assault, her hips bucking involuntarily as the pleasure and humiliation combined in a dizzying spiral. The sensation of Margaret’s fingers plunging in and out of her pussy, combined with the strap-on filling her mouth, drove her closer and closer to the edge. She could barely breathe, her throat constricting around the dildo with each thrust, but she didn’t dare stop.</p>
<p>Margaret’s fingers curled inside Riley, finding that sensitive spot that made Riley see stars. <span class="margaret">“That’s it,”</span> Margaret hissed, her voice thick with satisfaction as she felt Riley’s pussy clench around her fingers. <span class="margaret">“Cum for me, you disgusting little slut. Show me how much you love being used.”</span></p>
<p>Riley’s body obeyed, her orgasm crashing over her with a force that left her trembling uncontrollably. Her pussy convulsed around Margaret’s fingers, her moans vibrating around the strap-on in her mouth as she came hard, completely overwhelmed by the intensity of the pleasure. Margaret continued to thrust her fingers inside Riley, drawing out her orgasm, making sure she felt every second of it.</p>
<p><span class="margaret">“Good girl,”</span> Margaret purred as she finally slowed her movements, letting Riley catch her breath, though the strap-on still filled her mouth.</p>
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<p>Margaret stood up, her demeanor as cold and commanding as ever. She grabbed the large vibrator from the nightstand and knelt on the bed, positioning herself with an air of dominance. She carefully placed Riley’s head, barely able to move, onto her chest. Riley lay there, her breath ragged and her body spent.</p>
<p>Margaret took her own fingers and shoved them into Riley’s mouth. <span class="margaret">“Suck on these,”</span> she ordered harshly, her voice dripping with control. Riley, struggling to comply, wrapped her lips around Margaret’s fingers, her tired mouth working as best it could.</p>
<p>Margaret then turned her attention to the vibrator. She pressed it against Riley’s already exhausted pussy, the cold, hard silicone making contact with her tender, overstimulated flesh. <span class="margaret">“You’re going to come again,”</span> Margaret said with a cruel smile. <span class="margaret">“I want you to beg for it while you lose control.”</span></p>
<p>Margaret turned the vibrator on, its buzzing intensity sending jolts through Riley’s body. The vibrations were relentless, pushing Riley toward another orgasm. Her moans grew louder, her hips bucking involuntarily as she tried to escape the unyielding stimulation.</p>
<p>The strain proved too much for Riley. Her body, already overwhelmed, began to tremble uncontrollably. With a shuddering cry, Riley’s bladder betrayed her, and a warm stream of urine soaked the bed beneath her. The warm liquid pooled around her, spreading out and creating a visible mark of her humiliation.</p>
<p>Margaret’s eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure as she took in the sight of Riley’s complete loss of control. <span class="margaret">“Look at you,”</span> she sneered, her voice dripping with contempt. <span class="margaret">“You’re nothing but a filthy mess, pissing yourself like a little girl. Can’t handle the vibrator, can’t even keep your bladder under control. You’re such a pathetic slut.”</span></p>
<p>Margaret’s fingers, still in Riley’s mouth, pushed further down her throat, forcing her to continue sucking despite her humiliation. <span class="margaret">“You’re nothing but a worthless whore,”</span> Margaret continued, her voice filled with cruel delight. <span class="margaret">“Dripping with piss, unable to even manage your own body. Now, clean up this mess.”</span></p>
<p>With a mocking smile, Margaret grabbed a corner of the soiled sheets and held it up for Riley to see. <span class="margaret">“Lick it clean,”</span> she commanded, her tone unwavering. <span class="margaret">“Get every drop of piss off these sheets. Show me how much of a pathetic, obedient slut you are.”</span></p>
<p>Riley, her face flushed with shame, was forced to comply. She moved weakly, her exhausted body dragging as she began to lick at the wet stains on the sheets. Each lick was a further blow to her dignity, the taste of her own urine and the feeling of the damp fabric against her tongue adding to her humiliation.</p>
<p>Margaret watched with a cold, satisfied gaze, relishing the sight of Riley on her knees, completely degraded and utterly submissive. The image of Riley licking the sheets, her body trembling with both shame and exhaustion, was a testament to Margaret’s complete control and Riley’s total humiliation.</p>
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<p>As Riley lay on the bed, her body drained and her mind in a haze, Margaret suddenly moved with an assertive grace. Without a word, she straddled Riley’s face, the weight of her dominance pressing down as she commanded, <span class="margaret">“Lick me clean.”</span></p>
<p>Riley’s mouth found Margaret’s warmth, her lips enveloping her, the scent and taste overwhelming her senses. Margaret shifted, positioning herself so that Riley’s nose pressed against her cunt, the proximity both suffocating and inescapable. Each flick of Riley’s tongue was met with a low, satisfied murmur from Margaret, who seemed to take pleasure in the control she wielded.</p>
<p>But Margaret wasn’t finished. With a voice that brooked no argument, she demanded, <span class="margaret">“Now, clean my ass.”</span> Riley hesitated, her breath catching, but the command left her with no choice. Broken and submissive, she let her tongue travel further, the act both humiliating and intimate. She obeyed, delving into the depths of Margaret's control, feeling every shift and movement as she performed the degrading task.</p>
<p>Margaret reveled in her power, savoring each moment of Riley’s obedience, knowing that she had broken her completely.</p>
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<p>Margaret stood up from the bed, her movements precise and filled with cold, unyielding satisfaction. She looked down at Riley, sprawled on the floor, utterly defeated and drenched in a mix of sweat and humiliation. Riley’s body was limp, her face flushed with deep, mortifying shame.</p>
<p>Margaret’s eyes sparkled with cruel delight as she grabbed a fistful of Riley’s disheveled hair and yanked her upright. Riley’s eyes, filled with fear and complete submission, met Margaret’s gaze. Margaret’s smile was one of sadistic pleasure.</p>
<p><span class="margaret">“Look at you,”</span> Margaret sneered, holding Riley’s head steady with a firm grip. <span class="margaret">“You’re a mess, lying in your own piss and covered in my saliva. You must feel so small and worthless right now.”</span></p>
<p>Margaret leaned in closer, her breath hot and mocking against Riley’s face. <span class="margaret">“Before you leave, I want to hear you answer a question,”</span> she said, her voice dripping with contempt. <span class="margaret">“What part of today’s little play session did you enjoy the most? Was it when you were down on your knees, licking my feet and begging for more, or perhaps when you were squirming under the relentless vibrations?”</span></p>
<p>Margaret’s eyes gleamed with malice as she continued. <span class="margaret">“Or maybe it was when I made you lick my pussy clean after you couldn’t hold your bladder? You looked so pathetic, drenched in your own piss. Or was it when I made you suck my fingers clean of the saliva I spat on your face?”</span></p>
<p>She paused for effect, savoring Riley’s visible discomfort before adding, <span class="margaret">“Or was it the most humiliating moment for you when I forced you to lick every drop of piss off the sheets? Come on, tell me.”</span></p>
<p>Riley, her voice trembling and barely audible, began to respond. <span class="riley">“I— I think it was when you made me… lick your pussy clean,”</span> she stammered, her eyes cast down in humiliation.</p>
<p>Margaret’s eyes narrowed with cold satisfaction as she listened to Riley’s admission. <span class="margaret">“Good,”</span> she said with a cruel smile. <span class="margaret">“It’s good to hear you admit how much you enjoyed being degraded. You were such a pathetic mess, it’s almost impressive how low you’re willing to go.”</span></p>
<p>With a sudden, vicious movement, Margaret spat a thick, glob of saliva directly into Riley’s face. The spit landed with a splat, some of it dripping into Riley’s mouth and down her cheeks. The act was both humiliating and final, a mark of Margaret’s disdain.</p>
<p>Margaret leaned in closer, her voice cold and unyielding. <span class="margaret">“Oh, and by the way,”</span> she said with a twisted smile, <span class="margaret">“I’ve recorded our little session. Every degrading moment, every humiliating act—it’s all on video. If you even think about coming near me again, I’ll make sure it’s broadcast for everyone to see. Imagine the damage it’ll do to your precious reputation. Everyone in the city will know what a pathetic little slut you really are.”</span></p>
<p>She watched with cold satisfaction as Riley’s eyes widened in fear. <span class="margaret">“You’ve got a few minutes to gather your things and get out of my apartment,”</span> Margaret said sharply. <span class="margaret">“And remember what I said. Don’t even think about trying to come back. You’re nothing but a filthy, degraded mess.”</span></p>
<p>Margaret stood with an air of finality as Riley scrambled to collect her clothes, her movements frantic and filled with shame. Riley’s face was streaked with saliva, her tears mingling with the residue of her humiliation. The sight of her desperately trying to cover herself while still covered in spit and urine was a stark testament to her complete degradation.</p>
<p>As Riley finally managed to pull on her clothes and stumbled toward the door, Margaret’s voice rang out one last time. <span class="margaret">“Don’t ever come back,”</span> she said, her tone cutting and final. <span class="margaret">“And remember how you left today. Your reputation as a ‘cool girl’ is about to be utterly destroyed.”</span></p>
<p>Riley, trembling with a mixture of fear and humiliation, fled the apartment as quickly as she could, leaving Margaret behind in her cold, victorious solitude.</p>
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<p>The screen flickered violently before plunging into complete darkness. An oppressive silence hung in the air, thick and suffocating, only to be shattered by a voice—Margaret's voice—sharp, cold, and dripping with disdain.</p>
<p><span class="margaret">“You've disappointed me beyond belief, <<print $name>>. If you don't want to drag yourself further into this mess, you better come to my house. We'll sort out our shit like the adults we supposedly are,”</span> Margaret spat out, her tone leaving no room for negotiation. The words were harsh, each syllable laced with a venom that made my skin crawl.</p>
<p>The video abruptly ended, the screen going black, leaving me alone in the dimly lit room. My heart pounded in my chest, and a chill ran down my spine. I could still hear Margaret's words echoing in my ears, their weight pressing down on me like a heavy blanket.</p>
<p>I stared blankly at the screen, my mind racing. The footage had been irrefutable—clear evidence of the brutal assault on Riley. Every cut, every bruise told a story of violence that left no room for doubt. But instead of feeling a surge of protective anger towards Riley, all I felt was a deep, gnawing fear for myself. Seeing the once confident and unbreakable Riley reduced to this state made me realize the terrifying power Margaret wielded.</p>
<p>My hands trembled uncontrollably as I replayed the video in my mind. The images of Riley's suffering were seared into my memory, but it wasn't empathy that surged within me—it was pure, paralyzing fear. What if Margaret decided that I knew too much? What if she turned her wrath towards me next?</p>
<p>The thought of Margaret's son holding a high-ranking position in law enforcement sent a shiver down my spine. The connections she had were like invisible chains, binding anyone who dared to cross her. Reporting this would not only jeopardize Riley's safety but mine as well. The reality hit me hard—I was trapped in a web of corruption and intimidation, with no clear way out.</p>
<p>I glanced around the room, feeling the walls close in on me. The weight of the situation was crushing. I knew I couldn't let this go, but every instinct screamed at me to stay silent, to protect myself from the inevitable retaliation. The moral dilemma tore at me from the inside out—do I risk everything to seek justice for Riley, or do I bury the truth to save myself?</p>
<p>My mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions—fear, guilt, and a desperate need for a solution. I couldn't bear the thought of losing myself to this nightmare, but turning a blind eye felt like betrayal. The path forward was murky, fraught with danger and uncertainty, and I was left standing at the crossroads with no clear direction.</p>
<p>As I sat there, grappling with my turmoil, I knew one thing for certain: something had to be done. The silence was deafening, and the stakes were higher than ever. The next move would determine my own fate.</p>
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[[Get up from the computer|Bedroom]]Summoning every ounce of courage I had left, I raised my hand and knocked on Margaret's study door. Her voice, confident and authoritative, sliced through the heavy silence. "Come in," she commanded, the words carrying an unmistakable weight.
My legs felt like they could give out at any moment as I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was dimly lit, with only the soft glow of a desk lamp illuminating her figure. Margaret looked up from her work, her gaze piercing through me, making my heart skip a beat.
"Let's move to my bedroom," she said, her voice smooth yet laced with a sinister undertone. "You'll find it more comfortable to apologize there, sweetheart."
The way she called me "sweetheart" sent a shiver down my spine, but I nodded, unable to find my voice. Margaret rose from her chair with an air of absolute control, her movements fluid and deliberate. She walked toward the bedroom with a confident stride, leaving me no choice but to follow her, feeling like a lamb being led to slaughter.
She turned to face me, her eyes cold and calculating. "Do you understand," she began, her voice soft but dripping with menace, "that what you've done is an even bigger mistake than stealing that ring?"
I felt my throat tighten, my voice barely escaping as a whisper. "Yes, I understand."
Margaret’s lips curled into a predatory smile. "Good. Then strip," she commanded, her tone leaving no room for hesitation.
My hands shook as I reached for the hem of my shirt, the fabric slipping through my trembling fingers. I undressed quickly, the cool air brushing against my bare skin, amplifying the vulnerability I felt. My heart pounded in my chest, a wild drumbeat that echoed in my ears.
Margaret’s eyes roamed over my exposed body, her gaze predatory, making me feel like prey caught in a trap. She gestured towards the bed with a flick of her wrist. "Get on," she ordered, her voice now tinged with impatience.
I climbed onto the bed, feeling the soft sheets beneath me as I sat across from her. My breathing was shallow, my mind racing with fear and uncertainty. Margaret moved closer, her presence overwhelming as she loomed over me.
She leaned in, her face inches from mine, and I could feel her breath warm against my lips. Slowly, deliberately, she licked my lips, the sensation both startling and revolting, sending a shiver of disgust down my spine. My body tensed, but I didn’t dare move.
Then, without warning, she produced a red ball gag, the rubber sphere gleaming ominously in the dim light. Margaret’s eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure as she forced the gag into my mouth, the cold rubber pressing harshly against my tongue, muffling any sound I might have made.
She tightened the black leather straps behind my head, her fingers brushing against my hair as she secured the gag in place. The sensation of the gag filling my mouth, rendering me mute, was both humiliating and terrifying. I could only watch in silence as Margaret leaned back, her expression one of smug satisfaction.
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Margaret’s fingers traced along the surface of the ball gag in my mouth, her touch both teasing and possessive. She ran her fingertips over the rubber sphere, pressing it deeper into my mouth, and then slowly slid them over my parted lips, lingering there as if savoring the power she held over me.
Her voice was low, dripping with dark amusement. “You know,” she began, her tone laced with cruel intent, “by the end of tonight, you’ll be just another one of my obedient little toys. Nothing more, nothing less.”
The words sent a chill down my spine, but I was powerless to respond. The gag rendered me silent, my protests swallowed by the cold, unyielding rubber. Margaret’s smile widened as she tightened her grip on my neck, her fingers curling around my throat with a deliberate slowness that made my pulse quicken in fear.
With one hand still wrapped around my neck, she tugged my head forward slightly, forcing my tongue to protrude from between my lips. Her other hand moved to the ball gag, her tongue darting out to lick the rubber sphere with slow, deliberate strokes, tasting the very thing that was silencing me.
Margaret's eyes never left mine as she licked the ball, her gaze filled with sadistic pleasure. The sensation was disturbing, humiliating, but there was nothing I could do to stop her. I was completely at her mercy.
She shifted her attention to my face, her tongue tracing wet lines along my cheeks, her breath hot against my skin. The act was slow, deliberate, and degrading, as if she were marking me as her own. Her tongue flicked over my lips, tasting the fear and desperation that lingered there.
“You’re mine now,” she whispered against my skin, her breath sending a shiver through me. “Every part of you. Don’t forget that.”
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Margaret’s cold eyes gleamed with a twisted satisfaction as she took a step back, surveying me with a predatory gaze. “There’s something I need to do to make sure you won’t disobey me,” she said, her voice dripping with sinister intent.
She walked over to the nightstand, her movements slow and deliberate, drawing out the anticipation. I watched, my heart pounding in my chest, as she reached for the hem of her skirt. With a calculated smirk, she began to undress, her fingers moving with a practiced, sensual precision. She peeled away her clothing, revealing her curvaceous figure, until she was left wearing only a lacy black bra. The bra strained against the weight of her enormous silicone-enhanced breasts, which seemed ready to burst free.
With a casual, almost teasing motion, she slid the cups of her bra down, allowing her heavy, artificial breasts to spill out, fully exposed. The sight was both intimidating and overwhelming, a stark reminder of the power she wielded over me.
Margaret turned back to the nightstand, her fingers deftly opening the drawer. From within, she retrieved a large black strap-on, its dark color contrasting sharply with the pale flesh of her thighs. This wasn’t the same one she had used on Riley—that one had been a flesh-toned shade, almost deceptively natural. This one was different, menacing in its jet-black hue, the straps a matching shade of dark leather.
She buckled the strap-on around her waist, her eyes never leaving mine as she adjusted the straps with practiced ease. The phallic shape jutted out from her pelvis, a grotesque symbol of the control she was about to exert over me.
Margaret wasn’t finished yet. She reached into the drawer again, pulling out several coils of rope and a set of metal nipple clamps, connected by a short, cruel chain. The sight of them sent a fresh wave of fear and dread coursing through me.
With a sadistic grin, she approached me, the rope held tightly in her hands. She wasted no time, wrapping the coarse cord around my chest, binding my breasts with a brutal efficiency that left them swollen and sensitive. The rough fibers bit into my skin, making every breath a painful reminder of my helplessness.
Margaret wasn’t content with just my chest. She moved behind me, her fingers working swiftly to tie my hands together, securing them tightly behind my back. The same rope snaked around my neck, not tight enough to choke, but enough to make me acutely aware of its presence.
Next, she focused on my legs. Her hands were quick and methodical as she wrapped rope around my upper thighs, binding them to my ankles. The way she tied the knots forced my legs apart, leaving me exposed and utterly vulnerable, unable to move or resist.
Finally, Margaret reached for the nipple clamps. Without a word, she attached the cold metal clamps to my hardened nipples, the sharp pinch of pain making me wince. The chain that connected them swayed lightly as I breathed, a constant, painful reminder of the control she held over me.
Margaret stepped back to admire her handiwork, the black strap-on jutting out obscenely from her hips, her artificial breasts hanging heavily as she smirked at my helpless form.
I lay on my back, completely helpless on the bed, my legs spread wide apart by the ropes that bound me. The cold air of the room kissed my exposed skin, heightening my vulnerability as I stared up at the ceiling, my heart pounding in my chest. The restraints around my wrists and ankles dug into my skin, reminding me that there was no escape.
Margaret approached with a slow, deliberate stride, the black strap-on jutting out obscenely from her hips, swinging slightly with each step. Her eyes were locked onto mine, a cruel smile playing on her lips as she loomed over me. The sight of her towering above me, with that monstrous phallus strapped to her waist, sent a shiver of dread through my entire body.
She didn’t say a word as she positioned herself between my legs, the tip of the strap-on brushing against my inner thigh, sending jolts of fear through me. The cold, unyielding rubber pressed against my most intimate area, teasing, taunting, as Margaret took her time, savoring the moment.
With a slow, methodical motion, she pushed forward, the thick head of the strap-on parting my trembling lips. The sensation was foreign, uncomfortable, as the rubber phallus stretched me open, inch by agonizing inch. I bit down on the gag, my body tense, as she slowly buried the length of the strap-on inside me, taking her time to make sure I felt every bit of it.
Margaret’s hands gripped my hips with a possessive force, her nails digging into my skin as she held me in place. She leaned in close, her breath hot against my ear as she whispered, "You’re going to take all of it, every inch. And you’re going to thank me for it when I’m done."
Her words were like a knife, cutting through my mind, but I was powerless to respond, the gag muffling any sound I might have made. She began to move, slowly at first, thrusting in and out with a deliberate rhythm that forced my body to submit to her will. Each movement was a reminder of her dominance, her control over me, as she used me for her own twisted pleasure.
Margaret’s eyes never left mine as she continued to thrust, her expression one of cruel satisfaction. The room was filled with the obscene sound of our bodies moving together, the slap of skin against skin, and the wet, vulgar noises that accompanied each thrust.
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Margaret continued to pound into me with relentless force, each thrust driving deeper and harder. The bed creaked beneath us, the sound of her movements a crude symphony of domination. Her gaze was fixed on me, a twisted satisfaction evident in her eyes as she reveled in the control she had over my helpless body.
Suddenly, she reached for the chain connected to the nipple clamps, her fingers gripping it tightly. With a cruel twist, she pulled on the chain, the sharp pain shooting through my already sensitive nipples. I moaned into the gag, the sensation both excruciating and degrading, as the chain pulled tight, stretching my skin and adding another layer of torment.
Margaret’s other hand was not idle. She picked up a spanking paddle from the nightstand, its surface smooth and polished. Without hesitation, she began to bring the paddle down onto my exposed thighs, each slap resounding through the room. The sting of the paddle was harsh and unforgiving, adding a new level of pain to the already overwhelming sensations.
She paused for a moment, her breath coming in slow, deliberate pants. With a wicked grin, she leaned over me and spat directly onto my exposed cunt. The thick, warm saliva dribbled down, mixing with the natural moisture already present. The feeling of her spit was humiliating and degrading, but it was also a reminder of her dominance.
Margaret’s eyes flashed with a dark glint as she watched the saliva mix with my arousal. She continued to thrust into me, the added slickness of her saliva making her movements even more invasive and relentless. The sensation of her thrusts combined with the sting of the paddle and the burning pull of the nipple clamps was overwhelming, leaving me utterly at her mercy.
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Margaret's fingers moved with a calculated slowness as she carefully removed the clamps from my throbbing nipples. The release brought a sharp, fleeting pain that made me wince, but before I could recover, she was already toying with my breasts, her hands rough and possessive. Her fingers squeezed and massaged, twisting the tender flesh with a cruel precision that made my body shudder.
She leaned in close, her breath warm against my face, and with a mocking smile, she ran her tongue slowly over the ball gag in my mouth, savoring the humiliation in my eyes. Her tongue traced the outline of the gag, wetting it with her saliva before sliding over my lips, the gesture both degrading and teasing.
Without warning, her fingers pinched my sore nipples, twisting them between her fingers until I moaned in pain and frustration. She relished my reaction, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. Then, without breaking her rhythm, she lowered her mouth to my chest, capturing one of my aching nipples between her lips.
Her mouth was hot and demanding as she sucked on my nipple, her tongue flicking over the sensitive skin. She alternated between soft, teasing licks and hard, forceful sucks, each motion sending jolts of unwanted pleasure and pain through my body. All the while, her hips never stopped moving, continuing to thrust the strap-on deep inside me with a relentless pace.
Margaret's teeth grazed my nipple, a sharp contrast to the wet warmth of her mouth, as she bit down just enough to make me squirm beneath her. She switched to the other nipple, giving it the same merciless attention, her mouth working in time with her hips, drawing out every ounce of control she had over me.
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Margaret grabbed my leg with a firm grip and turned me onto my side, positioning me to her liking. The strap-on remained inside me, her movements steady and insistent as she adjusted her angle, ensuring that every thrust was precise and unrelenting.
With a satisfied smirk, she let her attention shift to my exposed backside. Her fingers traced over the curves of my buttocks before focusing on my anal hole. She teased it with her index finger, her touch light and deliberate at first, probing and circling the sensitive skin.
Her finger gradually applied more pressure, the tip slipping inside me with a slow, deliberate push. The intrusion was both foreign and intimate, making me tense up in response. Margaret’s eyes gleamed with a mix of curiosity and dominance as she played with my back entrance, her movements calculated and filled with dark amusement.
“You’re so full,” she said, her voice low and mocking as she watched my reaction. “Let’s see how well you can handle both.”
She continued to play with my anal hole, her finger exploring with increasing boldness. She would alternate between gentle caresses and more insistent prodding, her touch making me squirm and gasp. All the while, she maintained her steady rhythm with the strap-on, the dual stimulation leaving me overwhelmed and at her mercy.
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Margaret repositioned me with a firm grip, turning me onto my back. I lay there, exposed and vulnerable, as she took control of the situation. She applied a generous amount of lube to her fingers, the slick, cold gel coating her digits as she prepared for what was to come.
With deliberate, practiced movements, she began to spread the lube around my arse. The coolness of the lube contrasted sharply with the warmth of her fingers, making me shiver. She made sure to cover every inch, her touch both teasing and invasive as she worked the lube into my skin.
Margaret’s fingers then moved to my anal entrance. She pressed one finger against it, feeling the resistance as she slowly and firmly pushed inside. The sensation was a mix of discomfort and unexpected heat as her finger breached the tight opening. She worked her finger in and out, gradually adding more pressure and deeper penetration.
“You’re so tight,” she said, her voice dripping with a mix of satisfaction and dominance. “Let’s see how well you can take this.”
She continued to add more fingers, each one stretching and probing, her movements precise and unyielding. The added lube made her intrusion smoother, but the sensation was still intense, each thrust of her fingers sending waves of unfamiliar feelings through me.
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After thoroughly preparing me with her fingers, Margaret took the strap-on and positioned it at the entrance of my arse. With a firm grip, she guided it, pressing the tip against my tight opening. The pressure of the strap-on against my sensitive skin was both intimidating and electrifying.
Slowly and deliberately, she began to push the strap-on inside me. The sensation was intense, a mix of pressure and fullness as she entered me. Margaret's movements were rhythmic and controlled, each thrust deliberate and steady as she worked her way deeper.
As she continued, Margaret used her hands to grip and spread my buttocks. Her fingers dug into the flesh, pulling and separating my cheeks to give her better access. The combination of her strong hands and the relentless thrusts of the strap-on left me completely at her mercy.
“You’re taking it so well,” she said with a smirk, her voice dripping with cruel satisfaction. “You’re just such an butt slut, aren’t you?”
She maintained her rhythm, thrusting in and out with a steady, unyielding pace. The feeling of her hands on my body, combined with the pressure of the strap-on, created an overwhelming sensation that left me gasping and trembling under her control.
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Margaret maneuvered me onto my back with a practiced ease, her control over my body evident in every movement. She then positioned herself directly in front of me, a predatory grin on her face as she brought her stocking-clad foot closer to my face.
With a deliberate motion, she tore the bottom of the stocking away, exposing her bare foot. The sudden release of her foot from its nylon encasement made it all the more real. She then pressed her bare, slightly sweaty foot against my face with a firm, commanding push.
The feeling of her skin against my cheek was both humiliating and invasive. Her foot was warm and carried the scent of her day, a mix of leather and faint musk that invaded my senses. She used her foot to push and prod, making sure I could feel every inch of it against my skin.
Margaret’s grin widened as she observed my reaction. “You love it, don’t you?” she taunted. “Sniff it. Take in every dirty scent. Worship my foot.”
Her foot continued to jab and press into my face, forcing me to breathe in the odor with each movement. The gag in my mouth prevented me from doing anything but inhale deeply, my nose brushing against her toes and the arch of her foot. The pressure of her foot on my face was relentless, each push reminding me of my subjugation.
She even began to rub her foot back and forth, ensuring that the full extent of her scent was imprinted on me. “You’re nothing but a foot-worshiping slave,” she sneered. “Show me how desperate you are for my touch.”
The humiliating pressure and the repeated invocations of her dominance left me feeling completely debased, my face trapped in the grip of her foot as I endured her every command.
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Margaret took a large vibrator and positioned it against my pussy, its size and cold, smooth surface contrasting sharply with the warmth of her strap-on still thrusting into me. She pressed it firmly against me, its vibrations sending waves of sensation through my body as she continued her relentless rhythm.
The combination of the vibrator and the strap-on left me gasping and trembling, each movement pushing me closer to the edge. Margaret watched with a mix of satisfaction and dominance, her eyes fixed on my reaction.
After I reached climax, overwhelmed by the sensations, Margaret pulled the vibrator away and looked at me with a smirk. “Well,” she said with a mocking tone, “at least you didn’t piss yourself like Riley’s. You’re not completely useless.”
Her words were a sharp reminder of the power dynamics at play, her disdain adding a layer of humiliation to the already intense experience.
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Margaret began by removing the gag from my mouth, her movements deliberate and controlled. The sudden freedom of my mouth was brief, as she quickly shifted her focus.
She then positioned herself over me, her firm, confident movements making it clear who was in control. She settled onto my face, her body pressing down with authority. I could feel the warmth and weight of her as she positioned herself directly over me.
“Don’t you dare move,” she commanded with a firm tone. “I want you to focus on what I’m giving you.”
Her body was inescapably close, and I could feel the heat from her as she guided me to her most intimate area. The proximity and pressure left me with no choice but to comply, my face trapped beneath her as she asserted her dominance.
Margaret's voice was filled with satisfaction as she observed my reaction. “Make sure you do it right,” she said, her tone both mocking and demanding. “I expect nothing less than complete obedience.”
She remained in position, ensuring that every movement I made was under her control, amplifying the sense of submission and the intensity of the experience.
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Margaret positioned herself opposite my restrained body, her gaze fixed and intense. She reached out, gripping my neck gently but firmly, guiding my face closer to hers. Her eyes locked with mine, a commanding presence evident in her every move.
“Do you understand your place now?” she asked, her voice steady and authoritative.
I nodded in response, the weight of her question sinking in.
Without breaking eye contact, Margaret leaned in and began to kiss me passionately. Her lips were assertive and demanding, her kisses alternating between tender and fervent. Each touch of her mouth was a reminder of her dominance.
As she kissed me, she would occasionally pull back, her eyes narrowing with a mix of satisfaction and disdain. “You’re nothing but a fucktoy,” she said, her voice dripping with scorn. “A toy to be used as I see fit.”
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After her assertive display, Margaret looked at me with a steely gaze. “I hope you’ve learned your lesson and won’t be causing any more trouble,” she said, her tone both commanding and final.
With deliberate care, she began to untie the ropes that bound me, her movements methodical as she freed each part of my restrained body. The release of the ropes was a mixed relief and reminder of the ordeal I had just endured.
Once I was free, Margaret stepped back, allowing me to get dressed. Her presence remained dominant, and her gaze never wavered as I fumbled with my clothes, the humiliation of the experience still fresh.
When I was finally dressed, she motioned toward the door with a decisive gesture. “You can leave now,” she said coolly.
As I exited her apartment, the weight of the encounter lingered. The finality of her words and the commanding way she had handled me left a lasting impression, marking the end of our intense interaction.
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[[Go away|entrance of the house]]I enter Mistress Margaret's apartment, intending to see if she needs anything. When she sees me, Margaret says, "I'm quite busy at the moment, so you’re free to go."
[[Leave the apartment|entrance of the house]]<img src="img/misc/exam.jpg"/>
Though you weren’t the brightest or most diligent student, you prepared well for your final exams in the subjects you chose and managed to pass with decent grades. To your delight, once your exams were over, your parents surprised you with the news that they had contacted Mr. Novak. He was more than happy to have you as a tenant.
With everything in place, you eagerly embraced this new chapter in your life, moving to the city and ready to explore the vibrant opportunities that awaited you. With a mix of excitement and nerves, you said your goodbyes, promising your family that you would visit often and call them regularly.
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Your journey to the city began on a train, the rhythmic clattering of the wheels a constant reminder of the distance growing between you and your hometown. Upon arrival, you stepped onto the platform, the sound of the train fading into the distance. A shrewd taxi driver spotted you—new to the city and burdened with luggage—and offered to take you to your new home. The ride likely cost more than it should have, but the worst part was discovering after the ride that your phone had gone missing, leaving you disconnected and even more vulnerable in this unfamiliar place.
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When you arrived in the city and stepped out of the taxi, you were met by Mr. Novak, who stood waiting for you with a warm smile. He was a middle-aged man with a friendly demeanor, dressed in a neatly pressed suit. After exchanging pleasantries, he handed you a set of keys, their weight and cool metal a tangible symbol of your new beginning. Mr. Novak then took you to your new apartment.
Although the building was not in the most desirable neighborhood, its worn exterior and aged facade did little to dampen your spirits. Mr. Novak explained that this area, while not the best in the city, was still a place where you could start fresh. He assured you that it would be your home, at least for the time being. The apartment itself was modest but functional, with enough space to make it your own.
As you settled into your new surroundings, Mr. Novak also outlined the practical details. He informed you that he would be coming by at the end of each month, on the 30th, to collect the rent of $200. <span class="others">“Believe me, kid,”</span> Mr. Novak says with a grin, <span class="others">“The rent is quite generous. You won’t find a place for less in this city. The only cheaper option would be living with the homeless.”</span> His tone was reassuring, though the reality of city life began to set in.
With your new keys in hand and Mr. Novak’s promise of reasonable rent, you began to embrace this new chapter in your life. The city was vibrant, with its streets buzzing with activity and opportunities around every corner, but it was also filled with its own set of challenges and dangers. As you started to navigate your new environment, you realized that finding a job to support yourself would be crucial for truly settling in.
With a mix of excitement and nerves, you said your goodbyes to Mr. Novak. The transition from the quiet, familiar life of your small town to the bustling city was both thrilling and daunting, but you were determined to make the most of this new opportunity.
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After the move, you found yourself with almost no money left, and now you must quickly find a way to make ends meet. If things get too tough, you know you can call your mom on Mondays for a little financial help.
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<p>You open the door to find Mr. Novak grinning with a smug expression. He leans against the doorframe, his demeanor bold and unrepentant.</p>
<p><span class="others">"Well, well, look who’s here,"</span> he says, his voice dripping with mockery. <span class="others">"Got any money for the rent this time, or did you enjoy our little 'session' so much that you’re eager for a repeat?"</span></p>
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<<if $money >= 200>>
<p>Mr. Novak is here to collect the rent of $200 for the month.</p>
<p>You have enough money to pay the rent.</p>
[[Pay the rent|PayRentSuccess]]
[[Try to negotiate with Mr. Novak|NegotiateRent]]
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<p>Mr. Novak is here to collect the rent of $200 for the month.</p>
<p>You don’t have enough money to pay the rent.</p>
[[Try to negotiate with Mr. Novak|NegotiateRent]]
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<p>Mr. Novak stood at the door, his hand outstretched, clearly expecting payment. His eyes scanned you, brows slightly raised as if questioning your delay. <span class="others">"Well? What's going on, kid?"</span> he asked, his voice sharp but not yet hostile.</p>
<p>You shifted uncomfortably, avoiding his gaze. <span class="mc">"It’s just... I don’t have the money this month,"</span> you finally admitted, the weight of the admission hanging heavy between you.</p>
<p>Mr. Novak’s expression darkened. He folded his arms across his chest, the friendly demeanor he usually carried quickly evaporating. <span class="others">"So, you're telling me you couldn’t scrape together two hundred dollars in an entire month? What the fuck have you been doing all this time?"</span> His voice was harsh, laced with frustration.</p>
<p>You opened your mouth to explain, to justify the situation, but he cut you off before you could utter another word.</p>
<p><span class="others">"Wait. Are you trying to screw me over? I gave you a good deal, was more than fair, and this is how you repay me?"</span> He stepped closer, his eyes narrowing. <span class="others">"I’m not gonna let you mooch off me, not even for the sake of my friendship with your uncle."</span></p>
<p>He paused, giving you a hard look. The situation was tense, and you could feel the pressure building. There were options, but none of them felt particularly good.</p>
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<p>Mr. Novak waits expectantly, his hand still outstretched, clearly expecting the rent money. You bite your lip, trying to think of a way out.</p>
<span class="main-character">"Mr. Novak... could you maybe give me just a little more time?"</span> you ask, your voice trembling slightly. <span class="main-character">"I just need another month to get things in order. I promise I'll have the rent by then."</span>
<p>Novak raises an eyebrow, his expression hardening. He crosses his arms and lets out a long sigh.</p>
<span class="others">"Another month?"</span> he says, voice cold. <span class="others">"You had thirty days already, and now you're asking for more? I'm not running a charity, sweetheart."</span>
<p>Your heart sinks as his words hit you like a cold wave. But then, as if considering something, Novak rubs his chin and gives you a once-over.</p>
<span class="others">"You know,"</span> he says slowly, a small, twisted smile forming on his lips, <span class="others">"you remind me of your uncle. He had a way of... making deals."</span> He steps closer, eyes narrowing as they settle on you. <span class="others">"Tell you what. You do something for me, and I'll give you another month rent-free. Simple as that."</span>
<p>You feel a knot form in your stomach as his meaning becomes clear. You take a step back, but he steps forward, his grin widening.</p>
<span class="others">"Suck me off,"</span> he says bluntly, not even trying to mask his intentions. <span class="others">"Do that, and we can forget all about the rent for this month. Or pack your things and leave."</span>
<p>You can barely believe what you're hearing. The choice lies before you, as repulsive as it is clear.</p>
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</span><p><span class="mc">"I... I don’t think I can afford to rent this apartment anymore."</span> The words came out reluctantly, and you could feel the weight of their finality.</p>
<p>Mr. Novak's face immediately darkened, the disappointment clear in his eyes. <span class="others">"So that’s it, huh?"</span> he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. <span class="others">"Alright then, start packing your shit."</span> He stepped back, giving you a cold, dismissive glance.</p>
<p>You began gathering your belongings, stuffing clothes into a bag, feeling his gaze burning into your back the entire time.</p>
<p><span class="others">"What’s the deal with you, huh? You some kind of junkie or something?"</span> he sneered. <span class="others">"How the hell do you go an entire month without scraping together a few measly bucks? Jesus..."</span> He stood in the doorway, arms crossed, watching your every move. <span class="others">"And I’m watching you, just so you know. Don’t you dare try and swipe something of mine."</span></p>
<p>The pressure of his stare made you pack faster, the shame and frustration gnawing at you. With your things gathered, you walked past him, feeling like a shadow of yourself. Mr. Novak followed you to the door, carrying one of your bags.</p>
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<p>Once outside, he placed the bag on the ground with a heavy sigh. <span class="others">"Look, I didn’t want it to end like this,"</span> he admitted, his voice slightly softer, but still tinged with frustration. <span class="others">"But this is your fault. You had your chance. Now it’s up to you. You can go back to that small town of yours, crash with the homeless, or figure something out. I don’t care. It’s not my problem anymore."</span></p>
<p>He turned and walked back inside, the door closing behind him with a dull thud.</p>
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[[Leave|Outside]]
<p>You feel a deep pit of dread in your stomach as you glance at Mr. Novak. The thought of what he's asking you to do makes you want to run, but you know that if you leave now, you have nowhere to go.</p>
<span class="heroine">"Fine,"</span> you say quietly, your voice barely a whisper. <span class="heroine">"Shall we... go inside the apartment?"</span>
<p>Novak's lips curl into a smirk, his eyes gleaming with something dark and twisted.</p>
<span class="others">"Inside?"</span> he repeats, chuckling softly. <span class="others">"Oh no, sweetheart. I'm not some cheap trick, and I don’t think you’re a whore either. So here's the deal—I'm gonna teach you a lesson you'll remember. You're doing it right here, in the stairwell."</span>
<p>Your heart pounds in your chest, the humiliation of what he's demanding becoming painfully real. You hesitate, but after a moment, you force yourself to nod.</p>
<p>Novak motions toward the stairs, his smile widening.</p>
<span class="others">"Good girl,"</span> he says mockingly. <span class="others">"Now, get your pretty ass up those stairs."</span>
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<p>Shakily, you turn and walk up the dimly lit stairwell. The peeling paint on the walls and the faint echo of your footsteps only heighten the sense of dread gnawing at you. You stop midway between the floors, hoping to find some excuse, some way out of this.</p>
<span class="heroine">"Mr. Novak, maybe we can..."</span> you begin, trying to sound calm, but your voice falters.
<p>Before you can finish, he cuts you off sharply.</p>
<span class="others">"No more bullshit,"</span> he growls, stepping closer. <span class="others">"I don’t have time for your games. You wanted more time for the rent, now you’ve got it. So, do what you agreed to, or get the fuck out."</span>
<p>The weight of his words silences you, leaving you with no choice but to follow through.</p>
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<p>Sitting down on the cold, metal staircase bolted to the wall of the entryway, the chill from the steel biting into you through your clothes, you made one last desperate attempt to reason with him.</p>
<span class="heroine">"Isn't there any other way we can resolve this?"</span> you plead, hoping against hope for some flicker of leniency.
<p>Mr. Novak's eyes narrowed as he stared at you, clearly unimpressed. He stepped closer, looming over you with a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. Slowly, he reached out and cupped your cheek, his rough fingers trailing down your face in a mockingly gentle gesture.</p>
<span class="others">"You're just like your uncle,"</span> he said with a grin, <span class="others">"always looking for an easy way out. But life's not that kind, sweetheart."</span>
<p>His voice dropped to a low, gravelly tone, and his hand tightened slightly on your face.</p>
<span class="others">"I don’t have time for your excuses. You're either gonna do what I said, or you're out on your ass tonight. Now, be a good girl and get to it."</span>
<p>Your heart raced as his words sank in. You felt a wave of humiliation wash over you, but the thought of losing the apartment—and being out on the streets—was even more unbearable. Reluctantly, you swallowed your pride. As you lowered your head, his grin widened.</p>
<p><span class="heroine">"Fine,"</span> you muttered under your breath, your voice barely a whisper.</p>
<p>Mr. Novak stepped back slightly, gesturing toward the stairwell between the floors.</p>
<span class="others">"Good girl. Now, get up there,"</span> he ordered, his tone commanding.
<p>You climbed up to the narrow landing between the floors, feeling the rough concrete beneath your feet. The dim light flickered overhead, casting shadows over the peeling walls. Novak followed closely behind, watching your every move. Once you were in position, you tried again, one last time, to change his mind.</p>
<span class="heroine">"Do we really have to do it here?"</span> you ask, voice trembling, still clinging to the smallest hope.</p>
<p>But Novak's patience had clearly run out. He gripped your chin firmly, tilting your head back to meet his gaze.</p>
<span class="others">"Stop wasting my time. I told you, you're gonna remember this day. Now hurry up, I don’t have all night."</span>
<p>His eyes glinted with anticipation as he unzipped his pants, pulling them down just enough. You hesitated for a moment longer, shame burning through you. But there was no way out. You took a deep breath, closing your eyes as you leaned forward, knowing this was the price you had to pay to keep the roof over your head.</p>
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<p>Mr. Novak’s expression hardened as he watched you with a mixture of disdain and impatience. With a curt nod, he commanded you to kneel.</p>
<span class="others">"Get on your knees,"</span> he ordered, his voice leaving no room for negotiation.
<p>Heart pounding, you complied and sank to your knees on the cold, gritty floor of the stairwell. You hesitated for a moment, but the humiliation and the prospect of losing the apartment drove you to take him in your mouth.</p>
<p>Your attempts were clumsy and hesitant, your anxiety making each movement awkward and uncoordinated. Mr. Novak’s patience quickly wore thin.</p>
<span class="others">"Ugh, come on. Do it properly,"</span> he growled, clearly frustrated. <span class="others">"You're making this more difficult than it needs to be."</span>
<p>Without further warning, he took a firm grip on the back of your head, his fingers digging into your hair. With a sudden, forceful motion, he shoved himself deeper into your throat, ignoring your gagging and muffled protests.</p>
<p>His thrusts were relentless and brutal, each movement pressing you further against the rough, cold surface of the stairs. The feeling of his erection forcing its way down your throat made it hard to breathe, and tears of discomfort welled up in your eyes.</p>
<span class="others">"Come on, make it count,"</span> he said harshly, his breath coming in heavy, uneven bursts. <span class="others">"You wanted another month, so you better fucking earn it."</span>
<p>The ordeal felt endless, the mixture of shame, fear, and the physical discomfort overwhelming you. Through it all, you clung to the thought that enduring this was the only way to secure your place in the apartment, desperate to prove yourself worthy of a chance to stay.</p>
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<p>Mr. Novak’s frustration was palpable as he watched your ineffective attempts. With a sigh of exasperation, he pulled himself out of your mouth, his irritation evident. He took hold of his own erection and roughly guided it towards you.</p>
<span class="others">"Ugh, you're really not getting it,"</span> he snapped, <span class="others">"so why don’t you use your hands if your mouth can’t do the job?"</span>
<p>He positioned himself so you could clearly see what he wanted. Reluctantly, you shifted your position and took his cock in your hand. You began to stroke him, your movements hesitant at first but gradually becoming more confident as you tried to satisfy his demands.</p>
<p>As you worked on him, Mr. Novak’s frustration didn’t completely dissipate. He grabbed your head and guided you lower, directing you to lick his testicles. The taste was sharp and salty, and the texture was rough against your tongue. You hesitated briefly but continued, trying to focus on doing a thorough job.</p>
<p>Mr. Novak groaned as you licked and gently sucked on his testicles. His breathing grew heavier as he felt your mouth and hands working in unison. His irritation seemed to fade, replaced by a grim satisfaction. He watched you closely, his gaze intense and unyielding.</p>
<span class="others">"That’s better,"</span> he growled. <span class="others">"Make sure you’re not just going through the motions. I want to feel it all."</span>
<p>With each stroke and lick, you could sense the growing urgency in his movements. His hand occasionally reached down to guide your motions, ensuring you were working at the pace and pressure he preferred. The act was uncomfortable and demeaning, but you focused on keeping a steady rhythm, hoping it would be enough to earn the extra month.</p>
<p>His groans and occasional curses punctuated the atmosphere as you continued. The situation was a harsh reminder of the power imbalance, but you persevered, determined to avoid losing your place in the apartment.</p>
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<p>As you reluctantly resumed your oral duties, Mr. Novak’s impatience was palpable. He looked down at you with a mix of irritation and control.</p>
<span class="others">"Show me your breasts,"</span> he commanded, his voice rough and authoritative.
<p>With a resigned sigh, you complied, pulling up your shirt to reveal your chest while continuing to keep his member in your mouth. The cold air and the weight of his gaze made the situation increasingly uncomfortable.</p>
<p>Just as you were adjusting your position, a sudden noise from the dimly lit stairwell caused you to freeze. The sound was faint but distinct—footsteps or something scraping against the walls. Panic surged through you as you abruptly pulled away from him, your heart racing.</p>
<p>You jumped to your feet, hastily pulling down your shirt to cover your breasts as you scanned the darkness of the hallway. Your breaths came out in shallow, anxious gasps as you tried to discern whether anyone had witnessed what was happening.</p>
<span class="others">"What’s the matter?"</span> Mr. Novak's voice cut through your panic, a mix of annoyance and curiosity. <span class="others">"Are you trying to back out now? What’s wrong, scared someone’s going to see?"</span>
<p>With your chest covered and the weight of the situation heavy on your shoulders, you stood there, torn between the fear of being caught and the desire to avoid further humiliation. The unsettling quiet of the stairwell only added to your growing anxiety.</p>
<p>Mr. Novak, clearly irritated by your sudden hesitation, grumbled under his breath but kept his eyes on you, his impatience evident. The urgency in his expression made it clear that he wanted to continue, but the risk of being discovered was now a looming threat.</p>
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<p>Mr. Novak’s frustration was evident as he glared down at you. <span class="others">"I expect you to finish what you started,"</span> he said harshly, his voice dripping with irritation. <span class="others">"Get back on your knees and do it right. I won’t ask again."</span></p>
<p>With a deep sense of humiliation and urgency, you complied. You dropped back to your knees, your movements quick and desperate. You took his cock back into your mouth, sucking with determination. As you worked on him, you simultaneously stroked his shaft, trying to bring this ordeal to a swift conclusion.</p>
<p>Mr. Novak’s grip tightened around your hair, his fingers digging into your scalp as he guided your head with rough, relentless motions. His breathing became ragged, and his moans grew louder. <span class="others">"That’s better,"</span> he groaned, <span class="others">"Suck it like a good little slut. I want to feel you swallow every last bit."</span></p>
<p>With a final, forceful thrust, Mr. Novak reached his climax. He held your head down tightly, pushing his cock deep into your throat as he came. You felt his warm, sticky release flood your mouth, and he forced you to swallow every drop. His grip remained firm, ensuring you took all of his semen.</p>
<p>As he pulled away, he released his hold on your hair and stepped back, surveying the scene with a mix of satisfaction and contempt. You were left on your knees, the taste of his climax in your mouth and the heavy, degrading weight of the moment bearing down on you. The experience was a brutal reminder of the price you had to pay to stay in the apartment.</p>
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<p>Mr. Novak looked down at you with a twisted grin, his eyes gleaming with amusement. He raised his hand and delivered a sharp, humiliating slap to your cheek, making it sting. <span class="others">"Alright, alright,"</span> he said with a mocking tone, <span class="others">"I’ll cut you some slack this time. You only owe me $150 instead of the full $200."</span></p>
<p>Your face flushed with a mix of confusion and hope. You quickly tried to process his sudden shift. <span class="heroine">"Wait, what? I thought—" </span> You stuttered, still reeling from the shock of his offer.</p>
<p>Mr. Novak laughed harshly, his voice echoing off the walls. <span class="others">"Oh, you should’ve seen your face,"</span> he jeered, <span class="others">"I was just playing with you. Did you really think I was going to let you off that easy? I had a good laugh watching you squirm."</span></p>
<p>He took a step closer, his expression shifting to one of feigned sympathy. <span class="others">"Alright, fine. You don’t have to pay this month. But let me make it clear—next month, you better have the money ready. Because honestly, you suck at this. I’ve had better head from a blow-up doll."</span></p>
<p>He chuckled darkly, giving you one last, contemptuous look before walking away. His mocking laughter lingered in the hallway, leaving you humiliated and shaken. The whole encounter was a brutal reminder of the harsh reality of your situation and the need to come prepared next time.</p>
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