Accept the FAMILY BONDING task and try to make friends with Rebecca after you finish with Rick

Your thumb taps the 'Y' to accept the FAMILY BONDING task just as Rick collapses onto you with a final grunt of satisfaction. You lie beneath him, giggling breathlessly as your enhanced pussy continues to pulse with aftershocks of pleasure.

"Mmm, that was amazing," you coo, nuzzling against his neck. Your simplified mind quickly shifts focus to the task at hand. "But, like, I should probably talk to your daughter? I don't want her to think I'm just some random hookup."

Rick rolls off you with a satisfied groan, his chest heaving. "Yeah, that's probably a good idea. Becky can be... difficult."

You sit up, your chestnut pigtails disheveled and your freckled face flushed. "Can I borrow something to wear? I don't think she wants to see my boobies again."

Rick chuckles and points to his closet. "Help yourself, princess."

You hop off the bed, your petite frame making Rick's bedroom seem enormous. In his walk-in closet, you find a button-up shirt that falls to your mid-thigh like a dress. You wash up quickly in his en-suite bathroom, splashing water on your face and finger-combing your pigtails into something presentable. In the mirror, you practice what you'll say, your reflection showing wide eyes and pouty lips that naturally form into a practiced innocent expression.

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"Okay, I can do this," you whisper to yourself, though the words sound uncertain in your breathy voice.

When you emerge from the bedroom, you find Rebecca in the kitchen area of the open-plan penthouse. She's leaning against the marble island, a glass of white wine in her hand, her face a mask of cold disdain. Up close, you can see she's strikingly beautiful in a polished, sophisticated way that makes you feel even more childlike by comparison.

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"Hi," you say with a little wave. "I'm Ashley."

Rebecca takes a deliberate sip of her wine. "I didn't ask."

You twist the hem of Rick's shirt between your fingers, your mind racing to remember the story you'd concocted. "I, um, I know this looks super bad, but can I explain?"

"This should be fascinating," Rebecca says, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

You take a deep breath. "So, like, your dad helped me escape my ex-boyfriend who was, like, really mean to me? He was my landlord and noticed the bruises and stuff." The lie comes easily, your simplified mind latching onto the sympathetic narrative. "He was such a gentleman, letting me stay in one of his empty flats and never ever tried anything even though I could tell he liked me."

Rebecca's eyebrow arches skeptically, but she doesn't interrupt.

"I totally fell for him because he was so sweet," you continue, twirling one pigtail around your finger. "But he wouldn't make a move! So I came over today to, like, finally break through his shell." You look down, feigning embarrassment. "I didn't know you'd be visiting."

"And the riding him like a mechanical bull part?" Rebecca asks bluntly.

You blush genuinely. "That's, um, on me. If you're mad, be mad at me, not your dad. He's been nothing but nice and respectful until I basically threw myself at him today."

Rebecca studies you for a long moment, then sets down her wine glass. "How old are you?"

"Thirty," you answer truthfully, though your transformed appearance makes it seem implausible.

"You look like you're fresh out of high school," she says suspiciously.

"Good genes?" you offer with a hopeful smile. "Listen, I'm really sorry you had to see that. It must have been super awkward. Maybe we could, like, start over?"

Something in Rebecca's expression shifts slightly. "You're not what I expected," she admits reluctantly. "Usually his... companions... are catty or threatened by me."

"Why would I be threatened?" you ask with genuine confusion. "You're his daughter. That's, like, totally different."

Rick emerges from the bedroom then, wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. He looks between you two nervously. "Everything okay out here?"

"Your girlfriend was just telling me how you rescued her from an abusive relationship," Rebecca says, her tone unreadable.

Rick blinks in surprise but recovers quickly. "Ah, yeah. Ashley's had a rough go of it."

"He's been so sweet," you add, moving to Rick's side and looking up at him adoringly. The movement puts you in profile to Rebecca, highlighting how tiny you are next to Rick's bulk.

"We're going to that new bistro tomorrow for brunch," Rebecca says to her father. "I was coming by to confirm. Will Ashley be joining us?"

Before Rick can answer, you jump in. "I'd love to! If that's okay? I promise I'll be dressed properly and everything."

Rebecca's lips twitch in what might almost be amusement. "I suppose that would be fine. Noon at Maison Claire."

"I'll make sure she has something appropriate to wear by then," Rick says, his hand finding the small of your back.

"I'm sure you will," Rebecca says dryly, but the open hostility has faded from her voice. "I should get going. I have plans tonight."

As she gathers her things, you feel a small thrill of accomplishment. It wasn't friendship yet, but it was a start.

14:55 | Saturday 2 Aug 2025 | Rick's penthouse, Riverside Apartments, Putney, London

[Task: Get a Sugar Daddy] | [Easy] | [No deadline] | [Active]

[TASK: FAMILY BONDING] | [Medium] | [End of day] | [~8.5 hours remaining]