I dare say no

"Well, what do you say, fresh meat? Wanna do some job shadowing with a pro?" The matronly hooker winked at Sapphire while igniting a fresh cigarette. The young woman would have scowled if she didn't have to act the part, forcing her to wrinkle her nose playfully.

"Tempting." Sapphire cooed unwillingly. She just had to keep walking, try to blend in with the crowd, and not draw attention to her incredibly eye-catching self. "But I have, uh, another engagement." She had given up trying to explain she wasn't a prostitute, as any time spent talking could get her in a world of trouble. "You two enjoy your night!" she cheered over her shoulder with a **** smile and hip sway. Under her breath, she muttered a begging, "Please don't respond."

"Come on, sweet cheeks." The lecherous driver sneered at her apparent prudishness. "I dare you to at least show me those rockin' tits. What are those? E cups?" This comment annoyed Sapphire more than the rest. She couldn't dismiss his brash challenge in the same way his other flirting had bounced off her sex-jaded mind. It was ridiculous, she thought. She could easily pull her loose, elegant neckline to the side and reveal her perky boobs to the cool, night air. And why shouldn't she, just to show him how wrong he was? Sapphire slowed her gait and almost turned to face the man before she realized where her train of thought was taking her. Her rising hands shot back to her sides in clenched fists, resisting the dare like you ignore a mosquito bite.

"Hah! Hell, I'll double dare you." The mature prostitute added to the original offer. Sapphire planted her feet fully this time, and her legs separated slowly as she mentally tackled the increased urgency. She had never been one to give in to immature teasing, but her new curse made their words hurt her pride more than sticks and stones ever could. She turned on her heels gracefully, letting her straightened hair swish across her slender, bare shoulder before continuing. Sapphire really wanted to prove them wrong, but she also knew it wasn't really her wanting it. Her hands rose to grab her neckline, and the hooker and her potential customer widened their eyes in skeptical anticipation. Sapphire smirked as she pictured their jaws dropping in lustful hunger and jealousy. All she had to do was pull her hands down and stick her chest out proudly. The sequins crunched in her tight fists, bringing Sapphire's attention to where her hands had automatically moved while she was fighting her compulsions. She was so close already, might as well go all the way, right? She grinned thinking about how satisfying winning the dare would be. It would probably be more satisfying than winning the App. Remembering the cursed game snapped Sapphire's mind to hyperfocus, but it was too late. Her hands yanked confidently, parting the curtains of her cleavage until all of her pale globes were on display. They perched proudly on her chest, which puffed out erotically as she posed, like tonight's grand prize was getting to motorboat her. Her face cycled through her conflicting feelings: pride for succeeding on the dare, shame for being so weak-willed, and unbridled lust **** by one of her many curses. Despite her fully conscious desire to censor herself, it took a few more seconds of ogling objectification before the dare was truly fulfilled. She almost fist-bumped herself when mobility was completely restored, and she briskly closed her neckline, though her body still found a way to sexualize her, making her jiggle her jugs with unnecessary adjustments. "Hot damn, where'd you buy a pair like that?" The envious slut broke the silence first.

With the dare satisfied, Sapphire was able to turn her back and scamper away from her two tempters while their blood briefly left their head and headed for their groins. She didn't stop until she absolutely needed to catch her breath. With both hands cupping her recently exposed chest comfortingly, she slowed her breathing and centered herself. When she opened her eyes, she groaned at the pinup pose she had been **** to strike in the busy walkway. Late night revelers were glancing at the odd street performer, who was seemingly ending her show early. Sapphire smiled in the only way her body knew how--invitingly--and she strutted through the crowd, looking for a landmark to navigate home. She wished to ask for directions, but it was a coin flip if social interaction would lead to lewd obstacles. Eventually she realized where she was when she spotted one of her favorite diners. This was one of her clique's usual hangout spots; she had simply approached it from the opposite direction. She instantly made a mental map of the most discreet path home. With a look fit for a runway, Sapphire made her way through the crowd as inconspicuously as possible. She got the usual cat calls and wolf whistles that any woman gets in public thanks to her outfit curse being less severe. She just wished her body didn't keep playfully acknowledging each offer to suck something or get bent over something else. If she wasn't careful, her path would drift towards the bolder speakers, and her only response was a ditzy giggle and a wink before returning to her course.

Her trip home took her off the main road once more, the din of the crowd muffled by the musty stone of the side way. Smaller, shops lined this street, though closed at this late night. It was perfectly secluded, just in time for the ringing of the App's notification. Sapphire silently reached into a small purse strung over her shoulder, conveniently provided by her curse to always have the device handy. She took a few steps into the shadows in case anyone peered down the alley. It would take an attentive eye to notice one slender leg peeking out as her standing position was unnecessarily wide. With confidence gained from her recent win and trepidation earned from her much more common failures, she wasted no time starting her round. Even the program itself seemed aware of the tension, as bass heavy, battle music played over the otherwise girly aesthetic. Unsurprisingly, her win streak did not extend, leaving her with the usual triptych of choices. Sapphire evaluated her options, looking for clues to the intensity of each potential punishment.

Choose One Curse:
Daddy's Girl
Team Player
Space Case