Breakfast in bed and lips around my cock...

I quickly plowed her heading towards a very pleasant orgasm, so I could activate the Orgasm Lock on her and switch to Orgasm Control, where she’d cum whenever I did.

I pulled it all up.

Bitch Bosses:
Alyce Sinner: -91
Penelope Young: -45
Convicted Cunts:
Harleen "Harlequin" Quinzel: +21
Peyton "Ventriloquist" Riley: +60 Orgasm Control Active
Bridget "Lady Firelfy" Pike: +31
Pamela “Poison Ivy” Isley: -100
Una “Absence” Nemo: -25
Clayface: +14
Lusty Lieutenants:
Asa Akira: +100 Orgasm Control Active, Pussyheading Active
Kianna Akira: +100 Orgasm Control Active, Pussyheading Active
Diamond Jackson: +100 Orgasm Control Active, Pussyheading Active
Jenna “the Carpenter” Duffy: +18
Hated Harlots:
Bridgette Bay +12
Katie Kox: +97 Orgasm Lock Active, Pussyheading Active
Francine Boles: +100 Orgasm Lock Active
Unknown:
Jewelz Blue: -53
Skin Jackson: -36

Wait, that was wrong…Harley was at 20. I flicked back and found two notifications I’d missed while sleeping. The first was a simple +1 SP (Harley +21). The second was

Mission Complete: You or Him:
You had Victor Zsasz killed. Congratulations, killer, can’t claim you’re not a murderer now. Reward: Drop Dead, Perk.

Well…okay then. Jesus, killing someone for me got me 1 SP with Harley? I got more than that from an awkward conversation! She was…crazy.

Well, duh, in retrospect.

Drop Dead, Perk:
One person within 10 meters of you will die, apparently of natural causes. No one will be able to connect it to you, unless you tell them. One charge. Additional charges gained only by completing missions.

Well…okay, I just needed not to use it, and everything would be fine. Self-defense wasn’t ****. This was all fine…

I spent a bit of time talking to Kianna, she was in touch with a surprising number of her former neighbors and would start organizing them for Diamond. Then I headed home and found Kat waiting for me. The files were secured as discussed and she’d spent all night going through them, and briefed me on them. Most of it was just…people. There were some corrupt cops in there and a few people who had some connections, but mostly, it was just a lot of people. A lot of Frannie’s victims.

I nodded to Kat, “Good work.”

It was.

I looked at her and re-evaluated. Compared to Frannie, she was barely even a problem. And I needed someone to run my intelligence network.

“Are you up to running an agent?”

“Yes, daddy!” she said eagerly. “Asa never ran any agents for you, right?”

“Of course not. It’s that bitch from last night.”

She hesitated. I could have reassured her, but she considered. “Yes, daddy, I can do that.” +1 SP (Kat: 98).

”Good. I’ll tell her to cooperate with you.”

“And she’ll do it?”

“We’re the only thing between her and her victims. Or jail. Or both.”

“Okay.”

“If she gives you any trouble, it’s just because she’s being a brat. Bend her over and give her a good, hard ****, and she’ll fall into line.”

Kat’s eyes flickered as she considered that. She’d obviously been victimized in the past, including by Frannie, but doing that was obviously not something she’d ever considered. I gave her a flat look and added a bit of incentive.

“Obviously, you can cum when using her, just like I can cum when using you.”

“Yes, daddy.” +1 SP (Kat +99). But I couldn’t get that last point. After she left, I called Frannie and made sure the cunt wouldn’t resist Frannie, or hurt her and I swapped her over to Orgasm Control, Frannie, so she could cum when the bitch was present.

Then I spent a bit of time working with the VDS locals, and finally stopped by to pick up some paperwork about actually more formally volunteering. Since I wasn’t working out, it actually felt pretty good to work some of my non-sex muscles.

But that ate a big chunk of my day, along with the normal household chores. I had to get rid of this fucking apartment. Or get a maid. Or get a fucktoy to clean…but most of mine were quite busy. Damn it.

Well, regardless, it was about time to head over for Jenna’s drink. We played a couple of bar games. She beat my ass at pool, easily, which meant I had to admit it and buy the next round, but I trounced her at darts, gaining a measly +2 SP (Jenna +20) from it, but also some light make-up on her. I did a bit of teasing about her shaving her legs, asking if she had a date later, but that led nowhere.

Finally, we got into a drinking contest, which I obviously won, given Stomach of Iron, which meant she was doing the work for free, though I didn’t get any SP yet. She’d passed out.

I wasn’t dumb, leaving with a chick that drunk would attract attention and might cause me problems. So I grabbed her phone, which was locked, but her face unlocked it. I looked for the first person in the phone and called them. It was a female voice who answered, a brief conversation established she was Jenna’s roommate and no, she wouldn’t give me their address, but yes, she would come get her.

It took her about half-an-hour for her to get down there and take the snoring Jenna off my hands.