Help Claire

"You should always be willing to help someone in need. Stroke him to completion," the voice said.

Target > 85

1d100+7 Roll = 10

Failed Suggestion

Zoe Bellamy:

Corruption Points = 7

Zoe again has a crisis of faith. She wants to believe in the voice and believe it to be the voice of her Lord and Savior, but she struggles with the leap of faith that is touching Lucas's cock because God said she should. As she looks down to it, she wonders if a guy's balls really can turn blue. If so, she can't think of a better person for it to happen to than Lucas.

"Yeah, help the less fortunate. Not sexually satisfy every guy too caught up with his own dick to even think about his partner's pleasure." She nods at the stall door Claire just walked through. "I don't see you chasing after her. Or caring if her pleasure got ruined."

"Fuck Claire. She'll find some other cock to hop on if she's still jonesing for dick. This is about me and what you can do to help me unload my heavy ass balls." He gives himself another stroke. "Hell, I'd settle for you flashing me even."

"Make it clear for the power dynamics here that you are on the top. You have photo evidence on your phone and in the cloud, so he must obey," the voice said.

Target > 10

1d100+7 Roll = 27

Successful Suggestion (+0 Corruption Points)

Zoe Bellamy (Update)

Corruption Points = 7

Zoe can't help but smile at hearing the voice remind her of the pic she took with her phone. She takes her phone out of her purse again and brings up the pic, turning the phone to show Lucas. The pic is of him mid-thrust against Claire's naked butt, his cock glistening with her excitement. "See this? I'm not doing anything you ask. I'm the one with the evidence of what you've been doing here with Claire."

He snorts. "What? Ms. Goody Two-shoes is going to **** me? Give me a break. I don't care who you show that to. Actually, can you send it to me? My spank bank can always use another pic of Claire's fine ass."

Zoe gags and puts the phone away. Standing in the bathroom with Lucas already has her stomach turning, and she feels worse the more she has to listen to his potty mouth. "Ew. I can't believe I ever thought you were cute. I'd say go home and shower if I thought you'd actually come out of it cleansed."

"Encourage him to practice self-denial. Flash your own pussy to remind him of what he can never have," the voice said.

Target > 70

1d100+7 Roll = 30

Failed Suggestion

Zoe Bellamy:

Corruption Points = 7

When the voice speaks to her a third time in this moment, Zoe again finds herself rejecting it. Questioning if this voice can be the Lord. Her body is a temple, one she won't sully even with his gaze. Lucas doesn't deserve to see even a glimpse of her pretty pussy. She feels incredibly sorry for her friend Claire, pitying her friend for stooping so low as to allow Lucas inside her.

How slimy must it feel to have such a scumbag so deep inside? He has to be at least halfway decent at the whole sex thing if Claire is willing to put up with these kinds of comments.

"Find Claire. She was once as pure as you, so perhaps with enough time and understanding she can be redeemed," the voice said.

Target > 35

1d100+7 Roll = 92

Successful Suggestion (+1 Corruption Point)

Zoe Bellamy (Update)

Corruption Points = 8

The voice of the Lord echos Zoe's own thoughts again, and she feels pride well up inside her. The voice has had her questioning of late if it really can be God since some of its commandments seem more fitting coming from the Devil, but seeds of faith start to blossom within her once more with this latest command.

Lucas snaps his fingers. "Hey, space for brains. Did you hear me? I asked you to come shower with me so we can both cum."

"Ew, no. Feel free to stay here and take matters into your own hands." She moves past him, careful to avoid brushing against his naked cock. "And I'm not sending you that pic."

Zoe gets out of the restroom as fast as her legs will let her, already thinking about checking in on Claire. Zoe doesn't have to go far to find her former best friend. She finds her just outside the ladies' room door, arguing with Mrs. Bellamy, Zoe's mom.

"Move, Claire. You'll understand someday when there's a baby inside you treating your bladder like a punching bag. You do not come between a pregnant woman and the restroom. I don't care how wet the floor is."

Zoe's mom has only just started to show, her Sunday dress pushed out slightly by her baby bump. Claire is the taller of the two blonde women as she blocks the door, but Zoe's mom eyes her with the kind of mom stare that can make anyone feel small.

Comment a suggestion from the voice for Zoe.