A stray

Exhausted from the night's events, Aaron made his way to the elevator and descended to the ground floor. His thoughts swirled with the evening's revelations and the heady power that came from manipulating the world around him. As he stepped out into the cool night air, he took a deep breath, trying to clear his head.

The walk home was quiet, the city's usual hum muted by the lateness of the hour. His legs felt heavy, his muscles aching from the exertion of his encounter with Ava. The app's effects were potent, but they didn't come without a cost. He needed rest, needed to recharge.

When Aaron opened the door to his apartment, the faint scent of vanilla hit him. He flicked on the lights to find Nikki sprawled out in his bed, her chest rising and falling gently with each breath. The sight of her, so peaceful and unguarded, made his heart clench. She had used her key, something she had done often before, but tonight it was different.

As he took in the little kitty cat ears perched on her head, he couldn't help but chuckle. Nikki had always had a playful side, and the app had only amplified it. Her submissive nature had blossomed into something more, a kind of adoration that made her want to be close to him, even when he wasn't there. It was a strange feeling, having someone so eager to please him, but he wasn't about to complain.

Carefully, so as not to wake her, Aaron took off his shoes and made his way to the bed. He gently peeled the blanket back, sliding in next to her warm, curvy body. She stirred slightly, rolling over and nuzzling into his chest. The silky material of her nightie brushed against his skin, sending a shiver down his spine. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer, and felt her purr in contentment. He drifted off to sleep that way, perfectly content with her in his arms.

Morning came too quickly, the sun peeking through the blinds and casting a soft glow over the room. Aaron felt a warm, wet sensation against his cock, jolting him awake. He looked down to find Nikki kneeling beside the bed, her mouth wrapped around him, her eyes closed in concentration. He groaned, his hand instinctively moving to the back of her head. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with lust, her cheeks flushed.

"Well good morning to you too."

She hummed in response, the vibration of her mouth sending waves of pleasure through his body. Aaron's eyes rolled back into his head as he felt himself growing harder. It was a delicious way to start the day, but he knew he had to be careful. He couldn't let the app's power get to his head, especially not with Nikki.

He reached down and gently stroked her cheek, the soft fur of her ears brushing against his fingertips. "Nikki," he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep. She didn't stop, her eyes still closed, lost in her task. He knew he should be grateful for the wake-up call, but a part of him felt guilty for letting her do this. "Nikki hold on."

She sat up. "No, I want this. We've been dancing around for years and finally, the last few days have been amazing. Now shut up and let me suck your dick." Aaron was dumbfounded, but his body was responding to the situation with eager enthusiasm. He lay back, watching as she took him into her mouth again, her eyes locked on his.

Nikki's movements were deliberate, almost artful in their execution. Aaron couldn't help but feel a surge of arousal mixed with affection as he watched her worship his cock. Her tongue danced around the head, teasing the sensitive spot just below, before she took him deep into her throat. She was a natural, her newfound submissiveness enhancing her enthusiasm.

Aaron felt a swell of affection for his best friend, this submissive furry who was so eager to serve him. He decided to let go of his guilt and just enjoy the moment.

Her eyes flicked up to meet his as she worked her mouth over him, and he could see the love and adoration in them. It was a stark contrast to the feisty, independent woman he had known for so long. The app had changed her, but it had also brought them closer in ways he had never dreamed possible. He reached down to stroke her hair, the soft fur of her ears brushing against his fingertips.

Nikki took his hand and kissed his palm before returning her attention to his cock, her tongue swirling around the head in a way that had him moaning with pleasure. Aaron felt his control slipping away, the tension in his body building. He didn't want this to end, but he knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.

He reached down and began to gently stroke her hair, guiding her movements slightly. She responded eagerly, her mouth moving faster and faster as he grew closer to climax.

"Nik... ah.." She popped off him and laid her head on his stomach, right in the line of fire. He came, the first blast catching her just above her lips. She took the next one directly on her tongue and let the following shots cover her face. Aaron watched as his cum painted her, her eyes closed, a look of pure bliss on her features.

Once he was done, she sat up, her face glowing with pride and a bit of his essence. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and grinned at him. "Mrow."

Aaron couldn't help but laugh. "That was incredible."

"Now you can cum on my face." Nikki said, "No makeup to smear." she leaned in taking his semi-erect cock back into her mouth and cleaning him. She licked him off with a fervor that made Aaron's cock twitch back to life. She was eager to serve, eager to be used, and it was something that Aaron found himself enjoying more and more.

But hunger eventually won out over his post-coital bliss, and he sat up. "I need to feed you, and I don't have anything here." He looked around his bare apartment, the kitchen as empty as the fridge. "Let's go get some breakfast."

They headed out to a nearby café, the early morning light casting long shadows across the sidewalks. Aaron felt a strange sense of normalcy as he walked beside Nikki. She slipper her hand into his. It was a simple gesture, but one he didn't realize he desperately needed.

The café was quiet, the only sounds the clinking of dishes and the murmur of the staff. The smell of fresh coffee and baked goods filled the air, making Aaron's stomach growl. They took a booth by the window, the soft light illuminating Nikki's furry ears and the sparkle in her eyes. She ordered pancakes with extra whipped cream, a childlike smile on her face.

"I waited up for you, you know." Nikki's voice was soft, the remnants of her earlier passion still present. Aaron felt a twinge of guilt, but she didn't seem upset. If anything, her expression was one of excitement and anticipation.

"Yeah, sorry about that, I didn't know" Aaron mumbled, scratching the back of his neck. "There was a VIP guest that needed a concierge. The tip was good!" he added lamely.

"It's okay," she replied, her smile never wavering. "I knew you'd come back to me." The possessive tone sent a thrill down his spine. This was a side of Nikki he hadn't seen before, and he couldn't decide if he was scared or excited.

"So who was the VIP? I saw that artist, Juren Frankz was there. Was it him?"

Aaron chuckled, "No, it was someone else. You know I can't spill the beans on hotel guests."

Nikki pouted, "Oh come on, tell me," she begged, her eyes wide with curiosity.

Aaron smirked, enjoying her eagerness. "Fine," he said, leaning closer, "it was Ava Johns. You know, the one with the necklace drama last night?"

"J-Innovations Ava?" Nikki's eyes widened, her grip on his hand tightening. "What happened?"

Aaron shrugged nonchalantly, enjoying her reaction. "Just some... extra service." He took a sip of his coffee, watching her intently. She wanted to ask more but it was clear he wasn't going to tell her anything.

"Fine." She was pouting. He was damningly cute. "I gotta go home and get ready for work. Can I come back to your place after?"

"Of course." Aaron replied, smiling. "But no funny business. At least not without permission." He couldn't help but tease her.

"Yes sir." She gave him a mock salute, but his phone did vibrate. (+3). "I... I'll see you later Aaron." She left quickly.

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Aaron had the day off, while he had great ambition now, chores waited for no one. He went home and collected the his laundry and took it to the main floor with the machines. The communal laundry room was a small, cramped space, with the faint scent of fabric softener lingering in the air. The hum of the machines provided a soothing background noise as he sorted his clothes into piles.

As he was about to start the wash, he noticed Lily, his shy neighbor, folding her clothes. She had moved in a few months ago but had barely said two words to him. He had always found her attractive, with her petite Chinese frame and delicate features, but she had always kept to herself. He started the laundry then checked his phone as though checking the weather or something innocent. She has a positive score, +7.

Lily looked up from her laundry basket, their eyes meeting for the briefest of moments. A blush spread across her cheeks as she offered a tentative smile, averting her gaze to the floor. Aaron felt a stirring in his chest, his interest in her spiking.

He approached her, his heart racing as he tucked his phone into his pocket. "Hey, Lily, right?" He asked, trying to keep his voice casual. She nodded, her hands busy folding a towel.

"Need any help?" He offered, his eyes scanning the room for any signs of the app's influence. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but there it was: a slight dilation of her pupils, a quickening of her breath. He knew the signs well now.

Lily's head snapped up, her eyes meeting his. For a moment, she looked surprised, then she blushed and looked away. "N-no, I've got it." She mumbled, fumbling with her clothes. Aaron stepped closer, invading her personal space slightly. He could see the way she stiffened, her body responding to his proximity.

"Are you sure?" He asked, his voice dropping an octave. He reached for a shirt, his hand brushing against hers. The electricity between them was palpable, and Aaron knew she felt it too. Lily's score was rising, and he could feel the power of the app thrumming through him. He decided to push his luck. "I could use some help if you have a minute."

"Why don't you fold my clothes for me?" He suggested, his eyes never leaving hers. Lily's blush deepened, but she took the shirt from him, her trembling hands smoothing it out on the small table. She worked meticulously, her movements deliberate, as though folding the fabric was the most important task she had ever been given. (+5)

Aaron's new found courage took the lead, he slapped her pert little bottom. She squealed and dropped the shirt she was folding. "What was that for?" She asked, her eyes wide.

"Are you complaining?"

Her eyes widened at his question, and she hastily picked up the shirt, her cheeks aflame. "N-no, I'm just... surprised." She fumbled with the fabric, clearly thrown off by his boldness. Aaron smirked, feeling the power of the app pulsing in his veins. He enjoyed watching her squirm under his gaze.

"You know," he said, leaning against the washing machine, "I've noticed that you always seem to stare at me in passing." He watched her eyes flicker to his, then quickly away. "Is there something you've been wanting to say, or do?" He stepped closer, the app's influence making him bolder.

Lily's hands stilled on the shirt, her breath catching in her throat. She looked up at him through her lashes, and Aaron felt a thrill run through him. "I-I didn't mean to stare," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the hum of the washers. "It's just that..." She trailed off, biting her bottom lip.

Aaron took another step closer, his body almost touching hers. "Just that what?" He prompted, his voice a gentle rumble. Lily's eyes searched his, looking for any sign of disapproval, but all she found was curiosity and the faintest hint of desire. It was all the encouragement she needed.

Her hands moved to his waist, sliding around to his back as she pressed herself against him. (+8) The app's influence was strong, and Aaron could feel her desperation to please him growing with every passing second. He knew he had her in the palm of his hand, and the thrill was intoxicating.

Lily's breathing grew more rapid, her chest rising and falling against his. He reached out, his hand brushing the side of her face, and gently tipped it up so that she was looking into his eyes. The air between them crackled with tension, the unspoken words hanging in the air like a heavy mist.

Her score had reached +21 now, and it was clear that she was falling under his spell. He leaned in and captured her lips in a soft, gentle kiss, feeling her body melt into his embrace. It was different than the power games with Ava, but it was no less thrilling. Lily's sweet, submissive nature was something he hadn't encountered before, and it was a refreshing change of pace.

"Oh wow," she sighed when they broke. Aaron took the opportunity to sneak a peek at his phone. Lily had reached +25. She giggled, looking down at the floor.

Aaron couldn't believe his luck. He had always found Lily attractive but had never thought she would be so receptive to his advances. He decided to push his luck further. "Why don't you come over to my place when you're done here?" He suggested, his voice low and seductive. "I'd love to get to know you better."

Lily's eyes widened, and she took a step back, dropping the shirt again. "I-I can't," she stammered, her cheeks burning. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... I should go." She scooped up her laundry basket, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape route.

Aaron felt a twinge of disappointment but knew better than to push too hard. He stepped back, allowing her space. "Okay, Lily. It's no big deal." He gave her a reassuring smile, watching as she practically sprinted out of the room. He knew she was feeling overwhelmed by the sudden shift in their dynamic. He'd have to ease her into things, give her a chance to adjust to her newfound submissiveness.

He checked his phone and sure enough Lily Chen was listed. Currently at +25. Route and two traits up for selection.

Maid for Master: She begins to embody the role of a dedicated maid, eager to attend to his every need and whim. She starts bringing him tea in the morning, cooking him dinner, and even going as far as cleaning his apartment in her spare time.

Sexual Healing: You knew she was in nursing school right? This makes her believe that serving Aaron sexually is a form of healing and therapy for them, and in a small way it would work.

Aaron pondered the options for a moment, his mind racing with possibilities. He chose the 'Maid for Master' route, eager to see how Lily would respond to her new role. As he did, he could feel the app's energy pulsing through him, the power of his decree sealing her fate. At +25 there were traits to add as well.

Impeccable Hostess: Lily becomes adept at organizing dinner parties and social gatherings, ensuring that Aaron's guests are always well taken care of, including any special requests they may have.

Pleasure in service: Activities relating to her service as a maid bring intense arousal, however she can never quite sate it on her own.

Aaron sighed, returning to his room and wishing things had gone a little further.

The rest of the day was spent in a daze. Aaron went through the motions of his mundane tasks, but his mind kept drifting back to Lily's eager touch, Ava's craving desperation, Nikki's loyal and loving touch. The app had changed his world, and he knew he couldn't go back. He had tasted power, and he liked it.

As he sat at his laptop, going over the laundry list of things to do, his phone chimed with an email notification. The sender was hidden, but when he opened the mail it was clear it was from Ava.

Attached to the email were a series of compromising photographs of Mrs. Berkowitz. In one, she was in a hotel room, her legs spread wide as she straddled a man who was not her husband. In another, she was caught with her hand down the pants of a hotel guest, her eyes glazed with lust. The final photo was the most damning: Mrs. Berkowitz with a wad of cash in her hand, exchanging it for a small bag filled with an unidentifiable substance. The message from Ava was simple: "For services rendered. XO - Ava"

Aaron felt a mix of shock and excitement as he clicked through the images. He had always known that Mrs. Berkowitz had a wild streak, but this was beyond his wildest imaginings. It was clear that Ava had used her own resources to gather this incriminating evidence, and she had chosen to share it with him. He couldn't help but wonder what she wanted in return.

His phone rang, the ID just said 'JI' "Hello?" He answered, trying to keep his voice steady.

"Mr. Cummings?" a male voice queried.

Aaron's eyes widened. "Maybe." The voice on the other end scoffed.

"Ms Stone is sending a car. We have a suit for you, however you are needed to attend a dinner this evening." The voice was curt and professional, leaving no room for argument. What had Aaron done getting involved with that woman.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He said, trying to play dumb.

"I will brief you when we arrive. 25 minutes, be showered and presentable. I will not tolerate you disrespecting her." There was exactly zero room to argue.

"I... Uh, understood." The line went dead. Aaron stared at the phone, his heart racing. What was Ava planning? He had barely any time to get ready. He quickly finished his coffee and headed to the shower, his thoughts racing.