Dress for the pussy you want, not the one you have.

Builders Saloon is a Superior institution. The longest operating dedicated karaoke bar in the Twin Ports, it also has the distinction of sharing its building with one of the three true nightclubs in the area. The Boardroom (formerly StarGate) boasts one of the best sound systems and acoustic layout around, and is only rivaled by the Flame in Duluth, which it just barely beats out by having a much better parking situation. On any given night during the college sessions it’s packed with sweaty bodies and spilled beer. Most of the kids dancing in there are about half your age and you always feel a little creepy when you walk in.

Builders is much more your speed with the median age of the clientele being much closer to your own. More regular lighting and less blaring music, more personable staff and a less predatory vibe from the customers; these things make it more to your taste, but the real reason you prefer it to almost any bar in the area is your guilty pleasure. Singing.

It’s admittedly at odds with the persona you hide behind in your day to day life, but you can’t deny the catharsis of standing with a mic in your hand and just letting it all out. The fact that it’s also not unusual for people to use multiple different names when they sing just makes it all the easier for you to relax and just enjoy the moment.

Plus you think you’re pretty damn good.

You already know that Melissa is drinking Rock so you look for her at the bar. Her shiny hair, hanging down with only a few artful curls in it, is easy to pick out, and you rapidly make your way toward her, noticing the smallish crowd as you do. Some die-hards and regulars. The scene isn’t what it was only a couple years ago. Even so there’s the obligatory fat girl mangling Joan Jett.

You belly up to the bar next to Melissa, noting with interest that she‘s paging through the song book, and flag down the bartender. It’s only as you’re ordering your own beer that she notices you.

“Hey.” She smiles, her oddly full lips slightly disharmonious with the rest of her features. Still, the discontinuity adds to the whole to make her quite pretty.

“Hey yourself. Got a little head start on me?”

“I did,” she raises the nearly empty green bottle to her lips and finishes it off as you signal to the bartender to replenish it, “thank you. So how’s business?”

What follows is a couple more beers and a refreshingly relaxed get-to-know-you period that you imagine is the way normal people have first dates. Of course you’re Jimmy fucking Nibornski, so you take advantage of every opportunity to use all the seduction techniques in your arsenal, while only revealing as much as you want her to know. It’s not until your third beer (and her sixth) that she looks at you and says “So... did you just invite me here to talk or are we singing?” Her grin is devilish, and her eyes are merry, her pale skin infused with the blush of ****. She’s beautiful.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

The DJ, Corey, is about your age, balding, and a friend the same way Todd at the Androy is, which is to say in a very limited way. He says he can get you two up in just a couple songs, and you each put in a slip without revealing them to each other. Then you excuse yourself to break the seal (and check the Multiplier).

Melissa’s scores have been trending upward for the last hour, and things are looking pretty good for you right about now.

Melissa Lynn Lundberg: 45/30/0/40

Out of curiosity and a little guilt you glance at the twins’ profiles.

Devin Marie Dahlberg

Age: 18

Relationship: Half Sister

Sexual Orientation: Lesbian

Bio: The first 18 years of anyone’s life drag by especially on the Range. Codi and I have always been together, but I’m not sure which one of us noticed first that we were both more interested in girls than boys. It really doesn’t much matter since we basically share a brain, and a lot of times I know what she’s thinking before she does. Same goes for the reverse too. It always weirds people out when we finish each other’s sentences (which is why we do it). We used to fuck with Jan and Ed by wearing the same outfits too.

The boys sniffed around us in High school but we were able to blow them off by being good little girls and straight A students. Either way it wasn’t until after we left for college that we started doing more than sleep together if you know what I mean. Sex with my sister is like masturbation with someone to hold onto. We’re so much a part of each other that it doesn’t even feel like ****, which is a ridiculous taboo for a pair of lesbians anyway. Not like we have to worry about producing kids and passing on negative recessives. Or we didn’t until you found us.

It should bother me that you basically face **** my sister in front of me. It should probably bother me more that I wished it was me. I would have been happy to be either of the two of you. It was so goddamn hot. It was even hotter that Jan helped you. At the same time, I had my brand new big sister squishing those gorgeous big tits of hers against me and giving me a play by play of what was going on, and that redhead sucking on my clit. I was in heaven. That makes me pretty fucked up, huh? Thing is, I still don’t think men are all that attractive. If I never see another man’s penis (besides yours) again, I’ll be happy.

The really fucked up part is that my sex life with Codi has never been better, and the fact that we can do it in our own bedroom and Mom even joins in now makes it all the more special. I can’t wait to meet and fuck Beth and maybe feel what that cock of yours feels like in my little cunt. I really can’t wait to see you fuck my mom and my sisters.

Skills: High School Diploma

Current Status: Being eaten by Codi while Mom and I make out.

Statistics:

Affection: 55 (You’ve changed my life for the better.)

Trust: 35 (After that stunt I really shouldn’t trust you, but it came out all right.)

Love: 65 (I can hardly wrap my head around it, but after blowing you, I really want you to be happy. Need you to be happy.)

Lust: 60* (I’m dripping from the very idea of you fucking my family. Your family. Our family.)

(*Love soft cap ignored due to subject’s relationship to User)

(*Lust has a permanent minimum of 60)

Codi Anne Dahlberg

Age: 18

Relationship: Half Sister

Sexual Orientation: Lesbian

Bio: My sister was my life before you walked into it. I know I’m pretty smart but it’s really easier for me to support Devin. That’s always been the case. I’ve been in love with her since before we were out of diapers. I always knew I didn’t like boys, but never said so until Devin realized that was true of her too.

It was the happiest day of my life the first time we really kissed. Mom left us a bottle of champagne when we moved in at BSU and we got drunk and made out. It was amazing. We’ve shared a bed ever since. Still through all my life Devin’s always been first. Her GPA and class standing was just a point ahead of me. She always got picked first in gym class. It never bothered me. But you picked me first.

The whole time Mom was whispering in my ear how amazing your cock is and how lucky I was to have it in my mouth, and I knew she was right even though I was grossed out at first. I’m sorry I was so scared of your dick, but after you started I stopped fighting it. And after you finished I wondered why i ever resisted.

I’m still in love with my sister, but I couldn’t be happier than I am right now as your little cumslut, Daddy.

Skills: High School Diploma

Current Status: Going down on Devin while Mom fingers me.

Statistics:

Affection: 60 (Thank you for using me first.)

Trust: 30 (It’s hard but I want to believe in you. )

Love: 75 (You picked me first. You’re so powerful and masculine. I like girls but I may be in love with you.)

Lust: 65* (The idea of getting used by you again just makes me so hot!)

(*Love soft cap ignored due to subject’s relationship to User)

(*Lust has a permanent minimum of 60)

Well, that’s sort of a relief, actually. Either the girls have managed to rationalize their relationship with you or they’re so fucked up that they’re thankful for you fucking them up. Either way they’re happy.

You shake a couple of times, will DOOMCOCK to go to sleep, zip up, and head out just in time for Corey to call your name.