In a living room with mom and dad [63MB of animated GIFs]

Stacy is no longer in the casino. She is standing in a normal looking living room. In the middle of the room is a coffee table. Standing with her on this side of the coffee table, is Wilma. Except she looks a tad older, probably early forties.

Stacy glances at her reflection in a mirror behind Wilma. She looks really different! Her hair is brown, and she looks about 6 or 7 years younger.

That’s so freaky.

They’re both wearing dainty dresses with low neck lines, and Stacy can immediately feel that she’s not wearing underwear.

Across the other side of a coffee table, a suited man in his late thirties or early forties props his smartphone up against an ornament on the table, and then sits down, smoothing out his suit, clearly rather concerned about his appearance.

“Okay, this is it.” He says, sounding serious, and a bit anxious. “If this goes perfectly, it’ll be our family’s big break. When I look up, that’s the signal for you to join me on the left, Wilma, and Stacy, you come in on the right. From there, it’ll be obvious, I’ll just guide you with my hands. Just, you know, look like you’re having the best day ever down there. And be proactive, not passive, Stacy.”

Stacy tries her best not to freak out. This is fucking weird, but it’s manageable. She focuses on the instructions she’s been given.

“I understand.” Stacy says as she nods.

How should I refer to this guy?

She glances at the wedding rings on the man’s finger, and on Wilma’s finger. She figures it’s pretty obvious who this is supposed to be.

“…Dad.” Stacy adds to her previous sentence.

“Good. Thank you Stacy.”

“Let’s do this, mom!” Stacy says as enthusiastically as she can, turning to Wilma. Stacy figures that leaning hard on the **** angle will just freak this poor woman out further, and make it even easier for her to win.

“I’m right there with you, Stacy.” Wilma replies, much too calmly and confidently for Stacy’s liking. Why isn’t this freaking her out?!

The photo starts singing a little melody.

“Quiet! This is it!” Stacy’s ‘dad’ announces urgently.

And then, he pokes at his phone to accept the call.

“Patrick.” A male voice speaks from the phone. “Thanks for taking the time for this.”

“Hi, no, yes, of course. I’m very appreciative of the opportunity.” Patrick visibly struggles to hide his anxiety, awkwardly adjusting his shoulders every few seconds.

“Now as you know, you are under consideration for taking over the Nine-Ten account. But it is an extremely important account, and we need to find the right fit.” The voice on the phone says.

“I’m prepared to dedicate whatever you need.” Patrick says passionately.

“I’m going to level with you, Simmonds.” The man speaks from the phone. “It’s not just what we need, it’s who you are. This customer would be much better served by someone who is a well-established ‘Family Man’.”

“Well, aha.” Patrick says coyly, and glances up at Stacy and Wilma.

Stacy and Wilma both leap into action, ready to play their parts. They drop down to Patrick’s sides, placing their hands on his shoulders, and smiling to the camera.

“Hey!”

“Hi.”

Once again, Wilma shows no obvious signs of hesitation or discomfort.

Patrick smiles, presumably thinking that his wife and daughter are doing their part to help their family climb the social ladder. But in truth, they are both just **** to win, not lose, Conversion Points.

Does Patrick even ‘think’ anything? Stacy wonders. What sort of simulation is this? Is it just like an advanced computer simulation, where some sort of algorithm is deciding how a man called Patrick would behave in this situation, or is it more tangible than that, like a full-on alternate dimension created by magic or something? Does this Patrick truly exist and experience consciousness for these brief few hours of his existence? And most importantly, how can she stop thinking these disturbing thoughts, and concentrate on making it look like she’s really happy to be here?!

Fortunately, if her smile faltered, it seems unlikely that Patrick noticed, completely focused on the similarly suited man on the other end of the video call.

“Andrew, please let me introduce you to Wilma, my wonderful wife, and Stacy, my darling daughter.” Patrick says to the phone.

Well that confirms it. Stacy really is roleplaying a happy family for the next few hours, with Wilma as her mother. And the man on the other end of the screen is called Andrew.

“A pleasure to finally make your acquaintance, ladies.” Andrew says warmly, before turning his attention back to your ‘father’.

“Patrick, they are even more beautiful than you described!” Andrew continues, and while this is undeniably a lovely compliment, the fact that he purposefully directs this remark to Patrick, and not to Stacy and Wilma directly, sits wrong with Stacy. She feels less like a person being complimented, and more like an object being appraised.

“I’m a lucky man, it’s true.” Patrick replies somewhat coyly, as if he’s the one who should be feeling self-conscious here.

“Absolutely.” Andrew agrees. “But as I’m sure you’re aware, we’re looking for more qualities than just luck when it comes to this particular opportunity. Could you please perhaps outline how you believe that being a family man allows you to bring more to the table?”

“Yes, of course, thank you for this opportunity.” Patrick says, stalling for time, as he tries to find the right words. “I think… As a family man, I have developed certain… ‘people skills’ that others might struggle to replicate. I could give you a practical example, if you won’t find that too distasteful.”

“No, please, Andrew, go ahead. I think this is exactly what I need to see for us to progress your potential selection.” Andrew says seriously, while nodding.

“Right then.” Patrick adjusts himself in his seat next to Stacy, shuffling his butt back to the rear of the seat cushion, and raising his arms, moving to embrace his wife and daughter with one arm each.

But then, instead of placing his hands on their shoulders, he places them on the backs of their heads.

“Being a family man has allowed me to really be a leader, and a guider, in certain situations.” Patrick declares.

As he says ‘guider’, he begins to push Stacy and Wilma’s heads down towards his lap.

Holy shit. He wants us to blow him on camera, to show Andrew how 'well-trained' we are. Stacy instantly realizes.

“Oh!” Wilma exclaims, but it’s not a shocked or horrified ‘Oh’, more like a surprised-yet-pleased ‘Oh’.

Stacy just forces herself to keep smiling. She’s supposed to be the one freaking out less here, but it really feels like Wilma is coping just as well, if not better, with this fucked up situation they’ve suddenly found themselves in.

Well, Wilma. Stacy thinks to herself as her face is pushed right into the bulge at the front of Patrick’s suit pants, alongside her rival’s. You’ve put on a good show so far, but now it’s time to actually get down and dirty. And something tells me that when your ‘daughter’ starts gobbling down Daddy’s cock like a good little slut, you’re going to realize you don’t have a chance in hell of keeping up this pretense.