Laurens Date: Part 3

Levi Summers

“Please, just let me in!” Levi shouted, pounding on the locked bathroom door.

“GET AWAY FROM ME!” Lauren shrieked from the other side, terrified. “You’re going to make me lose points!”

“I’m not! I promise!”

Her voice trembled. “You’re lying! You want to turn me into your sex doll!”

“I’m trying to prevent that! Just let me help,” Levi pleaded.

“No! I… you’ll make me say something and make it worse!”

‘Now she’s blaming you. Stop trying to help her. It’s her own damn fault,’ an intrusive thought said in the back of Levi’s mind. He shook his head and tried to ignore it. “Please just open the door!”

“Someone save me!”

“I’m trying to!” Levi repeated for the hundredth time.

There was no response.

“Lauren?” Levi asked after a prolonged silence. “Are… are you still there?”

And then he heard it. The faint sound of sobbing.

Levi wasn’t sure what to say. “I… I’ll be out in the living room if you… uh… want to talk.”

Receiving no response, Levi awkwardly walked backward before turning and heading down the stairs, leaving her to cry alone.

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Azure

Azure let out a sigh of both satisfaction and disappointment. “You know, a part of me really hoped she’d learn her lesson before it came to this,” she said to Alison. “But she’s stupider than even my lowest expectations imagined.”

“Because you rewrote her mind to be that way,” Alison replied while staring into space.

Azure spun in her chair to face her. “The hell are you talking about?! She’s been acting on her own free will.”

“You erased the part of her that didn’t fit your narrative,” Alison reminded her. “That Lauren would have avoided this fate.”

“That was a special case and… wait, hold on, are you holding a grudge?”

Alison looked her in the eyes. “Your unprofessionalism was unacceptable.”

“Oh my god, you are!” Azure laughed in amazement. “Hell, not just a grudge. You’re fucking PISSED, aren’t you? Incredible! I didn’t think you were capable of emotions.”

“I am not upset,” Alison said dismissively.

“You are! My god. Wait till I tell everyone back at the studio. We all thought you were a soulless robot.”

Alison looked away. “The mistress is free to spread whatever stories she likes. Regardless of how uninformed they are.”

Azure spun her chair to look back at the screen. “You’re the uninformed one. I was entirely justified in what I did. If that bothers you so badly, then quit!”

Alison said nothing.

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Elena Mendez

The towering Amazon that was Elena stepped out of the changing room and towards her dormatory. She had just managed to reach her locked before destroying a new dress. At that point, she remembered that she lacked any clothes that fit her and had to streak into the pool to reclaim her discarded bikini.

She made a mental note to go shopping tomorrow. Or better yet, ask Ji-Woo what to do.

Reaching her room, the thought occurred to her that this was her first time entering it. Having spent the last night in Levi’s tower, she had yet to see the regular sleeping arrangements.

Careful not to crush the tiny doorknob in her massive hand, she opened it to reveal the small, two-person bedroom. She also wasn’t alone.

“Oh hai, roomy!” Jezebel sang. The impossibly stacked blonde was on her back, legs spread and hand between them. Her own boobs obscured most of her view of the muscular woman.

Elena instinctively moved into a defensive stance. She had utterly forgotten that Azure had stuck the two of them together. “Hi... roomie,” she repeated.

Jezebel licked her lips. “I haven’t gotten far yet if ya wanna join in,” she offered, gesturing to the hand massaging her crotch.

Elena narrowed her eyes. “I’m good.”

Jezebel winked. “No prob. Just seein’ those giant boobies is gettin’ me randy already.” She began to suck a finger, blushing. “Or those thighs. Oh gawd! I want ya to crush me soooooo badly....”

“Thanks for sharing,” Elena snapped. Not taking her eyes off the blonde, she sat on her bed, the frame creaking but managing to hold her weight.

“Goin’ to bed already? Okie dokie. Just a warnin’, I get horny at night, so I may start fingerin’ ya in your sleep,” Jezebel explained cheerfully as if this were a perfectly normal thing to tell someone.

“I’ll kick your ass if you do!” Elena shouted.

Jezebel, too stupid to be intimidated, giggled. “Ooh. Kinky. I’ve never been a sub before, but sounds F-U-N!” She started rubbing her left nipple, growing hotter as she imagined the possibilities. “We sell bondage in the shop, ya know. Oh gawd! I’m getting soooo wet!”

Elena very much wanted to suplex the pervert out of the room. But a feeling of pity stayed her hand. ‘It’s not her fault. Azure made her like this,’ she reminded herself.

“Actually, I need to take care of something,” Elena sighed, getting to her feet. Before the blonde could call after her, Elena stepped back into the hall and slammed the door behind her.

“Borrrriiiiinnnnggg,” Jezebel complained.

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Levi Summers

Levi had been sitting on his living room sofa for nearly half an hour. Filled with anxiety, he had no idea what to do or even if there was anything he could do. Talking to Lauren was hard enough on its own, but doing so when she was actively avoiding him was nearly impossible. He had **** but to wait for her to make the next move.

Just then, he heard the sound of the bathroom door on the upper floor opening. Moments later, he was greeted by the noise of Lauren descending the stairs. He didn’t look up, though. Instead, he braced himself, knowing a new cascade of insults was imminent.

“H-Hey...” Lauren said nervously.

Finally gazing at her, his eyes widened at her attire. The goth had stripped down to her underwear, a black lacy bra and thong. She was blatantly bending at the hips, inviting him to take a look. Yet her face told the opposite story, twisted in pure hatred.

Stripped (Bra and Panties): +4 VP

“L-Lauren?”

“H-hey Mas.. Mast… Levi. You absolutely… fucking… frea… stud…” she said through gritted teeth, her every word causing her visible disgust. "You're so... so... h-hot. Do you... you... w-work out?"

She reached out to touch his chest but immediately recoiled as if his shirt were a hot stove.

“Gawd! Disgusting! No! I mean… you’re so… god damn it… so handsome! FUCK! STOP STARING AT ME!”

She covered her cleavage but then swore at herself. “I mean… look as m-much as you… want…” With an effort that looked like she was tearing apart sheets of metal, she pried her hands apart to give him an unobstructed view. “F-feel free t-t-to cop... cop a... SHIT!”

This was all so surreal for Levi. For all the time he knew her, Lauren seemed to control everything. The entire school bent to her whim. She never apologized and always got whatever she wanted. And now she could barely string together a complete sentence as her entire world collapsed around her.

“STOP GRINNING, YOU FREA…eandly person!”

“I’m not grinning,” Levi countered, only to realize that he actually was, which surprised him. His morals were telling him that he should pity her. And a part of him did. But he also couldn’t ignore the vindication of seeing his abuser brought down to this state.

“God damn it! You’re enjoying this! I was RIGHT about you!”

“I’m sorry,” Levi responded automatically. He added, “But I promise, I’m not.”

Lauren looked away. “L-liar,” she muttered.

Levi got out of his seat and gestured at the new empty space. “Do you want to sit down?”

“No! I... You don’t... I...” Lauren fumbled. Her brain was practically torn apart from the conflicting desires to kiss or kill Levi.

This was all wrong. She had prior experience sleeping with guys she wasn’t entirely into, but never like this. In those instances, it had always been someone on her level. A pawn to make herself rise up in the school hierarchy, and she always gained more than she lost. Trying to seduce the greatest loser she knew to save herself went against her entire identity.

But she also knew she was out of choices. Her slim hope of relying on the Challenges was no longer an option.

Hating herself, she extended her arm and placed it on Levi’s shoulder. Closing her eyes and wincing with the energy of someone about to pull a Band-Aid off, she puckered up her lips. As slowly as she could manage, she moved towards Levi’s face, the boy too stunned to react.

She could barely hold on before she felt the air from Levi on her lips. “AAAARRRGGGGGHHHH!!!!” she screamed, shoving herself away from him.

“I CAN’T DO IT! I’M LAUREN PETERSON, NOT SOME FREAK!” she screamed, clutching her pigtails.

“Lauren...” Levi began, but Lauren wasn’t listening, tumbling into another meltdown.

“Why is this happening to me?! WHY?!” She turned, punched a wall, and looked at Levi with pure venom. “YOU! Why the hell are you doing this to me?!”

“Why am I doing this?” Levi repeated incredulously.

“What did I ever do to deserve this! I was nice to you… I could have been way worse! You were just jealous, weren’t you?!” she accused.

Levi clenched his fist as he felt a temper rising up.

She continued, “You’re so entitled. Just because I actually have a life, you had to ruin it! You get off on it, don’t you?! Pathetic people like you are always blaming their betters for their lot!”

Insulted the Master: -1VP

“In fact, I bet you and Azure set this all up to...”

“SHUT UP!!!”

It took Levi a moment to comprehend that the words had come out of his mouth. Silence held between the two, with Lauren just as stunned as he was.

Finally, she spoke. “How... how dare you talk to me like...”

“You don’t have time for this, you IDIOT!” he interrupted, his face red and heart rate soaring.

Lauren gawked at him like she had no idea who he was. “I… uh… you’re just a pa...”

“I SAID SHUT UP!” He erupted, unable to stop the torrent, even if he wanted to. “No one is happy about this! I hate that I have to help you! You think I WANT to spend another SECOND around you, you… BITCH?!”

His final word hung in the air. Lauren opened her mouth, only to close it when no sound came. This had never happened to the girl before. Usually, she could summon any number of insults on instinct, but at the moment, everything was coming up blank.

“I… well… uh…” was all she could manage as she took a nervous step back.

Levi was out of breath. He wiped his forehead, sweat dripping into his eyes.

Lauren cleared her throat. “I’ll be right back,” was all she could manage.

“Where are you going?!”

“JUST GIVE ME A FUCKING SECOND!” Lauren snapped back as she ran up the stairs, unknowingly giving Levi a perfect look at her inflated, panty-clad ass.

Levi collapsed back into his seat. He could still hear the sound of blood pumping in his ears.

As the adrenaline wore off, Levi became increasingly astonished. He had never exploded onto another person like that. His usual thoughts of guilt were starting to work into him.

He felt the instinctive need to apologize. For once, he was able to ignore it.

Catharsis: +5 VP

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Olivia Booker

Olivia rolled her eyes in annoyance as she heard a knock at her bedroom door.

“Who the fuck is that supposed to be? Isn’t that bitch supposed to be busy bombing her date?” Olivia asked as she went to the entrance. Swinging the door open, however, she found herself staring directly into a massive, tan cleavage. Tilting her head upwards, she saw Elena’s face.

“Hey, sorry to ask, but do you mind if I crash here?” the giant asked without hesitation. “Your roommates on her date, right?”

Olivia’s mouth hung open as she ran her eyes up and down Elena’s Amazonian body, having never seen it in person. From her bulging biceps to her rock-hard abs to her tree trunk thighs. They were equally awe-inspiring and infuriating.

“Yo, earth to Olivia,” Elena said, snapping her fingers to get the woman’s attention. “It’s cool if you don’t want to, but my roommate is Jezebel, so I’d rather not deal with her if I can help it.”

Olivia sneered and turned away, the sight of Elena’s muscles pissing her off. “Do whatever you like. I don’t give a shit.”

Elena either didn’t notice the MMA fighters’ coldness or didn’t care. “Thanks, Olie! You’re the best!” she said as she lowered her head to fit through the doorframe and into the room.

“Don’t give me nicknames! We’re not friends!” Olivia spat.

Elena narrowed her eyes. “Excuse me?”

Olivia sighed as she let herself fall back onto her bed. “Sorry,” she mumbled.

Elena sat on Lauren’s empty bed, the frame creaking under her frame but staying steady. “Don’t worry, I get it. Long day, right?”

Olivia turned her back on her. “Sure.”

“But seriously, thanks for letting me stay here. You’re a real lifesaver,” Elena said, massaging the back of her neck. “If you said no, I probably would have crashed in the hallway.”

She then laughed. “Which I’d be cool with if it weren’t for the shrinkage. It’s happened twice now. My clothes are too big for princess-me and leave me naked.”

She shrugged. “Just the downside of being ripped.”

“You’re not!” Olivia blurted out before she could stop herself.

“Huh?”

Olivia turned over to face her. “You’re not ripped.”

Elena looked at her biceps, confused. “Pretty sure I am.”

Olivia stared daggers at her. She knew she was being petty but was too irritated to care. “You didn’t work for those. You neither earned nor deserve them.”

“Oh…” Elena said quietly, finally understanding why she was so upset. “Sorry, I wasn’t thinking. I can… leave if you want.”

The fighter rolled her eyes, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “No… I… damn it… don’t apologize… It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. Your transformation sucks, and I’m really sorry if I made you feel worse.”

Olivia sat up. “Drop it. You’re not responsible for my feelings, so there’s nothing to apologize about.”

Elena nodded. “Fair enough.”

Olivia laid back down, hoping this conversation was over. But then Elena interjected. “But if you REALLY need someone to make you feel better, you should talk to Ji-Woo!”

“The fuck are you talking about?” Olivia asked, confused.

“Ji-Woo. You know, the Korean business lady?”

“I know who Ji-Woo is,” Olivia said.

Elena’s eyes sparkled. “Then you know how wonderful she is. She’s so smart and generous. She’d be happy to help you with your complexes.”

Olivia got to her feet. “I don’t have any… god damn it… what is with you?”

“Huh?”

“You were like this at dinner, too,” Olivia explained. “Talking nonstop about how great Ji-Woo was. Are you dating or something?”

Elena sighed. “Oh god, I wish. But she’s far too precious for someone like me.”

Olivia sat down. “Okay, seriously. Are you doing a bit? Like, you just met her, right?”

Elena waved her hand dismissively. “I don’t need to have known her long to appreciate her perfection. Anyone with eyes can see it.”

Olivia laughed. “Well, I must be blind then.”

Elena’s smile vanished. “Do you not like Ji-Woo?” she asked, begging for it not to be true.

“I’m indifferent to her,” Olivia answered. “Though I guess I lean towards dislike.

Elena seemed horrified. “How can you say that?”

Olivia shrugged. “I just get a bad vibe from her. She seems like a bitch.”

The room shook as Elena got to her feet and stomped her massive foot into the ground. “JESUS!” Olivia yelled.

“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” the giant roared.

Olivia got to her feet, not intimidated by the woman several times her size. “THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” She added, “You asked me a FUCKING question, and I answered it! It’s not like I called her a CUNT!”

Elena grabbed a nearby table and lifted it over her head. “HOW DARE YOU!”

Olivia adopted a fighting stance. “You wanna throw down?! Then bring it BITCH! I don’t CARE what Azure did to my body! I’ll beat your FAKE-ASS muscles any day!”

“THEY’RE NOT! Not…” Elena began but then stopped. What the fuck was she doing? Did Olivia really deserve to get crushed over this? No matter how awful she was to the flawless Ji-Woo, this was still an overreaction.

Still angry, Elena returned the table to its place, dropping it with a deafening crash. She turned her back on Olivia, the latter of whom was still in her stance.

“I’ll sleep in the showers,” Elena growled before slamming the bedroom door open and marching into the hall.

“Fucking psycho bitch!” Olivia exclaimed.

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