High Society

The warm water cascading over him did little to wash away the unease that had settled in his gut. As he scrubbed himself clean, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being played. But played into what? Ava was a woman of power and influence, and he was just a hotel steward. What could she possibly need from him.

The sedan arrived right on time, gleaming in the early evening light. The chauffeur stepped out, a wall a muscle that clearly played linebacker and now bodyguard, and opened the back door for him with a curt nod. Aaron slid into the plush leather interior, his mind racing. The car smelled faintly of her perfume, a sweet, heady scent that made him feel both aroused and on edge. Ava was across from him, a suit hanging next to her. "Get changed." She ordered, her voice a command he couldn't ignore. He looked at her, then at the suit. It was tailored, expensive, and not something he'd ever be able to afford.

"I needed a date," she said simply as though that explained everything.

Ava leaned back in her seat, a smug smile playing on her lips. "It's a charity gala, darling," she purred, her eyes never leaving his. "J-Innovations is sponsoring the event. It's all about supporting underprivileged children's education."

Aaron nodded, trying to wrap his head around the sudden turn of events. "Why me?" He asked, his voice low.

"Because you're my new project," Ava replied, her smile widening. "We'll say you passed your interview yesterday." She handed him the suit, her eyes lingering on his bare chest for a moment before she looked away. He couldn't help but feel a little thrill at her blatant appreciation.

Aaron took the suit, his mind racing as he began to change. He had never been to anything so fancy before, let alone as a date for someone like Ava. The fabric was soft, fitting him like a glove, and as he put on the tie, he couldn't help but feel a little more confident. When he emerged from the car, Ava was waiting for him, looking every inch the part of the successful CEO. She wore a stunning red dress that clung to her curves like a second skin, her hair styled in an elegant updo that showcased her high neck and delicate ears. She looked up at him, her eyes raking over him with an intensity that made him feel both nervous and excited.

"You clean up nice to boot." Ava said with an approving nod, her eyes lingering on his tie. Aaron felt his cheeks heat up under her gaze.

"You can unwrap me after. Eyes up here." Aaron joked.

Ava rolled her eyes but chuckled as they pulled into the venue.

They arrived at the event downtown, the grandeur of the venue illuminating the night. The grandeur of the building was matched only by the opulent attire of the guests streaming through the doors, their laughter and chatter a symphony of wealth and influence. A red carpet stretched out before them, and paparazzi flashes popped like fireflies in a midsummer's night. Aaron felt a thrill of excitement mingled with anxiety, his heart racing as he stepped out of the car. He felt dizzied and overwhelmed until Ava's arm wrapped through his.

"Smile, darling," she murmured, her voice a gentle command. "You're with me now. Just follow my lead."

And so he did. Aaron felt like a fish out of water as Ava led him through the throngs of people, her confidence a beacon that he could not help but be drawn to. She was in her element here, her posture straight and her smile radiant. He tried to mimic her grace, his heart racing every time someone looked their way. It was clear that everyone knew who she was, and now, by extension, they were interested in knowing him.

As they entered the gala, the room was a whirlwind of chandeliers and gleaming silverware. The sound of clinking glasses and the tinkle of laughter filled the air. Ava introduced him to a few of her colleagues, their eyes appraising him, their smiles ****. He knew they were wondering what a man like him was doing on the arm of someone so powerful.

But as the evening progressed, Aaron began to feel less like an imposter and more like a man who belonged. The way Ava leaned into him, her hand on the small of his back, the way she whispered in his ear, it was all a performance for their audience. And Aaron found himself playing along, enjoying the thrill of the masquerade.

The evening passed in a blur of small talk and **** smiles. Aaron felt like he was in a dream, the kind where you're dressed in your underwear in public and everyone just nods along like it's perfectly normal. But here he was, in a room full of powerful, beautiful people, and somehow, it was working. They were nodding along like it was perfectly normal for a hotel steward to be dating the CEO of a major tech company.

Then, during a brief respite from the social whirlwind, Aaron found himself standing next to Ava as she spoke to the charity's founder, Mrs. Garcia. They were discussing the challenges of fund-raising in a market saturated with good causes. Mrs. Garcia spoke with a passion that was infectious, her words painting a picture of the children who would benefit from their efforts.

Aaron's attention was drawn to the conversation as Ava's demeanor shifted, her usually cool and calculating façade cracking to reveal a softer, more **** side. "You know," she began, her voice a touch quieter than before, "I can relate to these kids more than you might think."

Mrs. Garcia leaned in, her eyes filled with genuine interest. "How so?" She asked, her expression warm and open. Aaron felt his own curiosity piqued, eager to learn more about the woman who had so quickly become the center of his world.

"I grew up in the projects," Ava said, her voice softer than he had ever heard it. "My mother worked two jobs just to keep a roof over our heads. I know what it's like to go to bed hungry, to wear hand-me-downs to school. I know what it's like to not have a single book to call your own." She paused, her eyes distant, as if lost in a memory. "But she always found a way to make ends meet, to give us what we needed. She taught me that with hard work, determination, and god knows how much luck, you can make it."

"I had no idea." Mrs Garcia's expression softened, her hand resting on Ava's arm. "Your mother sounds like an incredible woman."

"Yeah." Ava said wistfully. "I try not to use my past. There was a lot of luck and getting your foot in the door is the hardest part. I just hope we can be that luck for some of these kids."

Aaron felt his chest tighten. He hadn't realized how much Ava had overcome. The app had shown him a side of her that was hungry for power and control, but here she was, using that power for good. It was a side of her that was far more attractive than any of the others he had seen so far.

"That's why I started J-Innovations," Ava continued, her voice steady. "I try to hire the people that would be looked over because of their backgrounds." Mrs. Garcia nodded, her eyes shimmering with admiration.

Dammit. Aaron wanted to break a powerful woman, not love a relatable one. But here he was, his chest tight with something unfamiliar. He cleared his throat, hoping to break the spell before it could take hold. "Excuse me, Mrs. Garcia," he said, stepping into the conversation. "I just wanted to say how much I admire your dedication to helping children in need."

Mrs. Garcia turned to him with a smile, her eyes lighting up. "Thank you, Mr. Cummings," she said warmly. "It's always a pleasure to meet someone who shares our passion."

Aaron nodded, his mind racing. "Ava's told me a bit about your work," he said, his voice earnest. "It's truly inspiring."

Mrs. Garcia's gaze softened as she turned back to Ava. "Your partner seems quite supportive," she commented, her eyes flicking back to Aaron. "How did the two of you meet?"

Ava's smile grew, a hint of mischief in her eyes. "Oh, we met through work," she said, her hand sliding down to squeeze Aaron's. "He's quite the... find."

Mrs. Garcia laughed, patting Ava's hand. "Well, I'm sure you make a wonderful team." With a knowing wink, she excused herself to mingle with the other guests. Ava turned to Aaron, her smile lingering as the woman walked away.

Ava was all over him and despite his best efforts his body was responding.

"Excuse me," he whispered into her ear, pulling her aside into a quieter corner of the room. "I have to admit, I'm feeling a little... distracted." His eyes held hers, his intent clear. "I think the bathrooms are private."

Ava's eyes narrowed, a smirk playing on her lips. "Mr. Cummings, are you suggesting what I think you are? If I get caught the scandal..."

"Then let's not get caught." Aaron's voice was a low growl, his hand sliding down to cup Ava's ass, his thumb rubbing the fabric of her dress suggestively. She gasped, her pupils dilating with desire, and for a moment, she looked like she might actually agree.

Challange: 41, Roll: 94

"You make me feel so... like a girl again." With a quick glance around to ensure they weren't being watched, Ava took his hand and led him through the crowded room, her hips swaying enticingly. They slipped into the bathroom, the sound of the lock clicking shut behind them echoing in the tense silence. Aaron leaned back against the marble counter, watching as Ava dropped to her knees with a grace that belied her eagerness. He felt his cock twitch in his pants at the sight of her, her eyes locked on his as she reached for his zipper.

Her hands were trembling as she pulled his cock out, and for a moment, Aaron felt a flicker of guilt at the power he held over her. But as she took him in her mouth, all thought of anything else disappeared. She was hungry for him, her mouth moving with a desperation that made him groan. He could feel her eyes on him, watching him, and he knew she was eager to please him, to show him just how much she wanted this.

The bathroom was cold, the marble counter top stark and unyielding under his palms. But Ava was warm, her tongue swirling around his length, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him deeper. He had to fight the urge to thrust his hips forward, to take her mouth fully, but he settled for putting his hands on her head and guiding her.

Her eyes watered as she took him to the back of her throat, her hands clutching at his thighs for balance. He tried to not **** her deeper but she tugged at his arms, demanding he **** her. Aaron obliged, gently pushing her head down until she gagged, her eyes watering. The sight of her, so powerful and in control outside this room, now at his mercy, was intoxicating. He could feel the tension in the air thicken, the desire between them palpable.

Her cheeks were flushed, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she worked him over. Aaron's eyes rolled back in his head, the pleasure building with every stroke of her tongue. He knew he wouldn't last much longer, the pressure in his balls growing to an almost painful point. He tightened his grip on her hair, using it to control her movements. She moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending shockwaves through his body.

"Oh, you fucking slut!" Aaron murmured, his grip tightening in Ava's hair as she took him deeper into her mouth. She responded with a muffled moan, nipping him lightly in protest before swirling her tongue around his sensitive tip. She dove back down and eyes watered as she gagged, but she never broke eye contact, her gaze filled with a **** need to serve him.(+4)

Aaron's heart pounded in his chest, the thrill of their clandestine encounter only adding to the intensity of the moment. He could feel the eyes of the guests outside the bathroom door, could almost hear the whispers of gossip, but here in this small, private space, they were king and queen. He knew he had her, that she was his to command, and the knowledge was as arousing as the warmth of her mouth on his shaft.

Her hands wrapped around the base of his cock, her grip firm and sure as she worked him with a skill that spoke of a woman who knew exactly what she was doing. Ava was a **** to be reckoned with in every aspect of her life, and it was clear that her submissiveness did not diminish her expertise. The sight of her, dressed to the nines, kneeling before him like this, was almost too much to take in.

Aaron's eyes never left hers as she took him deeper, her throat working around his length. He could feel the muscles in her neck tense as she swallowed, the sound of her gagging muffled by the hand he had over her mouth. She was so beautiful, so powerful, and yet here she was, at his mercy. He knew he had her, that she was his to command, and the knowledge was as exhilarating as the feeling of her warm mouth on his cock.

The bathroom was filled with the sounds of their muffled moans, the occasional splatter of water from the faucet, and the distant chatter of the gala outside the door. Ava looked up at him, her eyes glazed with lust as she pulled away, her lips glistening with his precum. She stood up, her chest heaving as she reached for the hem of her dress. The fabric slid up, revealing her lace panties, and then they too were gone. She bent over the counter, her ass in the air, and whispered, "Take me, Aaron."

He stepped closer, his cock still hard from her mouth, and pulled her closer to the edge. Aaron took a moment to appreciate the sight before him: Ava, the powerful CEO, now his willing sex toy, begging for his cock. He lined himself up with her dripping wet pussy and paused whispering in her ear. "Tell me you're my slut."

Her eyes widened with a mix of shock and arousal. "I'm your slut," she breathed, the words barely audible over the thud of their hearts. He pushed into her, the sound of their flesh colliding echoing in the tiled bathroom. She was so tight, so wet, so eager for him. He groaned as he felt her walls clench around him, her nails digging into the marble counter top (+4).

Aaron's hips moved in a steady rhythm, his hands on Ava's hips as he pulled her back onto him, her pussy gripping him like a vice. She was so responsive, her body arching back to meet his every thrust. He watched in the mirror, their reflection a blur of passion and power. Ava's makeup was smudged, her hair falling out of its elegant updo, her body trembling with need.

Her breaths grew ragged as he picked up the pace, her moans muffled by the hand he had over her mouth. He knew she was close, her walls tightening around him, and he felt his own orgasm approaching. He reached around her, his thumb finding her clit, and began to rub it in slow circles, watching her eyes in the mirror. Her pupils dilated, and she bit down on his hand, trying to keep quiet.

Aaron felt the pressure in his balls reach a crescendo, and with one final, powerful thrust, he came inside her. Ava's body spasmed, her eyes squeezing shut as she climaxed around him, her moan a silent scream of pleasure. He pulled out, panting, and watched as she laid on the counter top gasping.

He tucked himself back into his pants, watching her in the mirror. Her mascara was smudged, her hair a mess, and her lipstick smeared. But she was beautiful, more so than any of the perfectly coiffed socialites outside. Ava looked up at him, her eyes glazed with lust and satisfaction.

"You'd better go first," she murmured, her voice low and sultry. "I'll be out in a minute."

Aaron nodded, straightening his tie and smoothing his hair back into place. He stepped out of the bathroom, trying to keep the smug grin off his face. The gala was in full swing, the music and chatter a cacophony that washed over him as he stepped back into the throng of guests. He made his way back to the table, nodding and smiling as he passed by. He could feel the eyes on him, the whispers starting up again, but this time it was different. He felt powerful, like he was wearing an invisible crown.

Inside, he was reeling from what had just happened. He had never felt so powerful before, so in control of someone so seemingly untouchable. Ava had submitted to him, willingly, eagerly, and it was intoxicating. He took a sip of his drink, trying to calm his racing heart. As he looked around the room, he couldn't help but wonder who else he could bend to his will.

His phone had been buzzing like crazy while he was with Ava, and a quick glance confirmed her score had shot up. It now sat at +35, and new traits were available for Ava.

Option 1: 'Bound Beauty'

With a score of +35, the 'Bound Beauty' trait was unlocked. Ava would now be highly susceptible to bondage, craving the feeling of helplessness and the thrill of being at his mercy. The thought of her, writhing and begging to be tied up and used, was almost too much to bear.

Option 2: 'Shackled Submission'

The 'Shackled Submission' trait at +25 would make Ava **** to be restrained in public settings, The thrill of being controlled and displayed in front of others would only fuel her desire for him. She will allow Aaron to restrain her in public and private settings. All of her outfits begin to introduce BDSM themes.

Aaron could already envision the whispers and glances as they moved through the hotel, her wrists bound with a delicate, yet unmistakable, set of cuffs.

As Ava reemerged from the bathroom, looking slightly flustered but otherwise composed, Aaron couldn't resist the urge to select Option 2. The app chirped quietly in his hand, the change in her status immediately palpable. He watched as she walked towards him, her eyes searching for his. When their gazes met, he gave her a knowing smile, one that said 'I know your secret now'.

The app had a new notification. for a 'SubStore' that unlocked when he had over 100 points across the girls. That was right! Ava had started at -15 and now sat at +35 their last 'session' must have pushed her over. She leaned down and gave him a chaste and publicly acceptable peck on the cheek, then went to mingle again.

With time to explore, Aaron opened the store. where you could purchase additional traits and enhancements. He scrolled through the options, his heart racing at the thought of the power he could wield. The currency of the store was simple: every point earned from a girl's score could be used to buy something new. The choices were vast and tantalizing, ranging from the practical to the downright ludicrous.

The physical improvements section looked like something out of an RPG. Increase your strength, endurance, or even your size. It was all there, laid out before him. Aaron's heart raced as he scrolled through the options, the potential power at his fingertips was intoxicating. He had always been a man of modest means, never quite fitting in with the elite circles that Ava frequented. But with this app, he could be more than just a hotel steward. He could be a man that these women looked up to, a man who could dominate them in every way.

The 'Daily Use' section of the store was particularly intriguing. There were abilities, that had a 24hr cool-down, but could turn a bad situation around, or make a good one even better.

There was 'Obey Now', a single-use command that would **** a girl to do anything he asked without question. 'Double Tap', that would let him try a failed command again. And 'Cum Control', which would allow him to dictate when and how a girl could orgasm. He chuckled at the thought of the trouble that could cause. The abilities were 25 points a piece, the store said he had +128 points.

Aaron quickly bought 'Cum Control', and 'Double Tap' feeling the thrill of his newfound control over his toolkit. He had 77 points left.

The girls pictures were in the store as well, he clicked on Ava's image and was rewarded with a number of unlockable toggles.

Orgasm lock: The target cannot orgasm without your permission, at all.

Pregnancy-proof: The target cannot become pregnant while active.

Subtle Suggestion: The target will be more open to your non-verbal commands and suggestions.

Inhibition Eraser: This option temporarily removes the target's social and personal inhibitions

Memory Wipe: After an intense session, selectively remove specific memories from the target's mind.

The list went on and on. Close to 30 separate items for each girl. 10 points to unlock the toggle, it felt like a steal. Unfortunately there wasn't much more time to play with the store right now. Ava was done circling the room and came back to him, her eyes were still a little glazed from their encounter but she had regained her composure. "Ready to go?" She whispered into his ear.

Aaron nodded, his heart racing from the excitement of the app and their recent encounter. As they made their way to the exit, they were abruptly ambushed by a barrage of flashing lights and shouting voices. The paparazzi had found them. Ava tensed, her hand tightening around Aaron's arm as they pushed through the throng of photographers.

"Mrs. Johns! What's the story behind your new man?" One shouted, their cameras clicking away like a swarm of angry bees.

"Is he your secret lover?" Another questioned, pushing closer.

Ava's grip tightened on Aaron's arm, and he felt a thrill of excitement run through him. He had never been the center of attention like this before, and it was a heady feeling. He knew he had to play his part, to be the strong, silent type that a woman like Ava would want at her side. He stepped in front of her, shielding her from the flashing lights and probing questions. "Don't answer. Just walk." Ava hissed to him.

The paparazzi's questions grew louder, more insistent, but Aaron remained calm, his eyes on the prize: the sleek black car waiting for them outside. The driver, a burly man in a sharp suit, was already pushing people aside, clearing a path for Ava. Aaron could see the determination in Ava's eyes as she walked, her head held high. She was used to this kind of attention, but he wasn't. He felt like a fish out of water, but the app's power thrumming through him gave him a newfound confidence.

They approached the car, the flashes of light blinding him temporarily. The driver held the door open, and Ava slid into the backseat, her skirt riding up to reveal the tops of her stockings. Aaron followed, the cool leather a stark contrast to the heat of the bathroom just minutes before. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart as the door slammed shut, and the car pulled away from the curb.