Nowhere But Up

I don’t want to talk about it, alright?

(Jasmine Fischer +3)(-73SP)

I know it would probably be healthy to talk about my wife being pregnant with the antichrist, but imma need some time to process my emotions.

Besides, it didn’t change anything.

The Plan was still on.

I just had to carry through with it.

“Hello!” I waved to Daisy as she opened the door up.

“No!” She screamed, slamming the door closed before I could get my foot in.

Okay, looks liked I’d be doing something else today.

Then again… it couldn’t hurt to try.

“Young lady, you open this door open right now, or I’m paddling your bottom.” Paddling your bottom, not my best work. I waited awkwardly in the still air, alone except for me and my anxiety. Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, she wasn’t opening the door.

Okay. Time to get that last point I need out of the coffee girl.

Then creeeeak.

The door opened a touch. “Wut?” Daisy pouted.

Woooow wooow woow! I was in. “I wanted to see if you wanted to come over and play today.” I tilted my head. “I can put your hair up in pig tails again.”

She bit her lip, and shook her head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Aww.” I pouted this time. “I thought we could play with your cunny this time. I had all the fun the other day.”

She shrunk behind the door, half hidden from me. “O-only Mommy can touch my fifi.” She blushed, breath already going ragged. “I mean Rae, I don’t know why I said that.”

“Fifi huh?”

“Shut up.”

“No, no it’s cute. You’re a little cutie. So only mommy can touch your fiifi?” I leaned my head against the door frame, which was going to hurt like hell if she closed the door on me. “But is she any good at it?”

“Mo-Rae’s the best. She knows what I like.”

“I know what little girls like too. Rainbows, unicorns, ice cream, hugs and kisses, making their daddy’s happy.”

He eyes were getting droopy, and her breathing got fast. “Go away, I don’t like boys.”

“Mommy just doesn’t know how to touch you does she? I bet you haven’t had an O since we got ice cream.” She stiffened up. “Aww I’m right aren’t I? See that’s just how it is. Mommies take care of their little girls…” I reached into the apartment, and scratched Daisy behind her ear. “... and daddies spoil them.”

She melted, I felt her weight shift so she could be closer to my hand. She closed her yes, and enjoyed my scritches for a bit, before growing determined. She balled her hands up into fists and shook her head. “No! No no no!” It sounded like I’d asked her to clean her room, rather than cheat on her wife. “I don’t wanna!” She tossed my hand away, and slammed the door into my face.

“Aah!” I stumbled back, already coming to peace with the goose egg that was going to be on my forehead for a bit. I rubbed it tenderly. “That’s fine, ouch.” Rub, rub, rub. “I’ll just wait until Miranda get’s home. I know she had fun playing with me. Four O’s in one night.” Uuuuuuugh, bragging about orgasms, I hated myself.

I walked away towards my door, expecting her to stop me like she had when I walked away from her outside our building last week, but no such luck. She was holding pretty strong this week, good for her.

I hated myself even more now, though. Bragging about orgasm, smh.

I smacked my lips obnoxiously as Green Smock handed me an ever more complicated order. “I asked for sugar free vanilla, this tastes like regular. I’m going to need you to remake.” Then I leaned in charmingly. “And you forgot my smile.”

She licked the inside of her mouth and the front of her teeth so she could give my next order a very generous glob of spit. “Don’t you have a job?”

“I think it’s being a ****.”

“Whatever give me the drink.” (Brooke Filmore+1)(-25SP) She held out her hand.

“Ah never mind, I got what I came for.” I tossed the drink over my shoulder, and got it into the trashcan nothing but net. A few people actually started clapping for me, despite who I was. “See you tomorrow, Green Smock.”

25 points on the dot, nice. Let’s see what Brooke’s got for me.

-New Trait Unlocked!-

Exhibitionist

Condition: All of the Subject’s points have been earned in public.

Route A

But People Are Watching

Each time the subject gains submission points they’ll get a number of bonus points depending on how many people see the act of submission.

Or

Route B

Trend Setter

If strangers witness the subject perform an act that causes them to gain submission points, treating the subject in that manner becomes normalized for people within a 50 foot radius. They’ll assume that’s how the subject is supposed to be treated and will make the same demands of them. The subject might not perform these acts with other people if their submission score is not high enough for these people, but they won’t think ill of you for treating them the same way so many others do.

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Vote in the comments for which trait our coffee slinger shoulder get. I know Jasmine is also up for a trait, but Brett's going to be sitting on that one for a bit.