Onwards to Sunday.

I’d never, in all my life, thought there was such a thing as too much sex. I had proven to be wrong. On the other hand, my physical was done with Kianna, I’d made quite a bit of progress with Jenna, thanks to Asa's involvement, getting her up to +90 SP and gaining her the Just a Contractor trait which should keep her from getting killed once we started using her as an information source.

Then I’d had had a delightful threesome with Asa and Skin. We’d revealed a bit of the plan to Skin, who was eager to work on computer security with us and **** to act as ‘mission control’ to the heroes who would protect our new district. Which seemed a bit crazy to me, but that wasn’t exactly a problem. She was also onboard for computer security, though we still needed an excuse for how she got involved with us. And last, but not least, Asa and I had chosen the Teacher trait for her 100 SP, which should help me handle younger women, just like MIDF helped with older women...

Which just led me back to Diamond and the need to reveal the app to her, but I wasn’t doing anything before, or during the reception this evening. Belatedly, I realized what we needed to do with the credits, when I was browsing the store and realized App, What App only applied to me, not to anyone else who knew about the app, like, say Asa, or Diamond, once that was done.

Spreading it to every target who knew about the app would cost 5 credits, but Asa and I agreed that was worth it, which knocked me back down to 4 credits. Asa won the resulting argument, we’d focus on the Intimidating Presence upgrade, which would cost 8 credits. I didn’t think it would help much, but she argued for my safety and the notion that it might unlock additional upgrades which would help with superheroes/villains.

With that done, I ate a big dinner, which Andre delivered several containers of to Asa, then headed home with the rest for 'his' family. Sunday dawned bright and clear. I was looking forward to a quiet morning, before going to Jasmine’s reception in the evening. The first sign that that wasn’t happening was the suit Diamond had couriered over to me.

The second was the text message from Kat, she had a date with Jewelz this morning and wanted to know how it should go. There were a few obvious ways it could go…me ‘catching’ them was the most obvious, but if that happened at this stage, then it would provide a good introduction, but that was basically it. Sure, maybe I could coerce her into something with the threat of breaking up with Kat, or ruining our relationship, or something, but she’d probably view that as a positive, also I had this fucking reception I couldn't exactly skip out on. After a lot of hesitation, I had her proceed with the date as normal, continuing that relationship and gathering information, while I improved my standing with the VDS…

Then I headed home, showered and got myself all gussied up for the reception…

Jasmine’s home was…very nice. It wasn’t a mansion, but as it was the penthouse of one of one of the skyscrapers in the Heights. I fucking hate going to the Heights, when not in uniform. The rich pricks up there have adapted to what Gotham has become by hiring private security. Lots of it.

I wasn’t entirely sure why I was still going. Before I’d been getting feted as the hero of the hour, but that obviously wasn’t on, not with Jinx looking for the hero of the hour so I really didn’t get why I was coming to something celebrating Jackson LTD’s resilience in the face of a supervillain attack and fundraising on the back of it.

Well, that wasn’t true. I was going because Diamond had asked me and because I might get to have some fun with Jasmine, Diamond, or both of them. Okay, that second one was bullshit. The app meant I wasn’t exhausted, or sore, but I was getting…bored? That was insane, especially with the variety of sex and beautiful women I was involved with, but this was too much. My life couldn’t just be endless hedonism…except it could. If I wanted it to, then it could be.

Putting aside how boring that would probably become, it also felt like a trap. Perhaps that explained why I hadn’t stumbled over any other app users? Once they got to above five or six partners, they simply indulged themselves without pursuing anything else?

With the upgrades to Orgasm Control and the fact that all my targets would be attracted to one another, keeping them satisfied was doable, though more targets with dominant desires would be useful…actually, hang on, would Student Teacher mean that Diamond--

My thoughts were cut off by the door opening. I was keeping Find A Slut active, constantly, as the warning of Jinx’s arrival might be literally life saving. So, it wasn’t a surprise that Diamond was standing outside the elevators. It was a surprise that Jasmine was with her. As was a well-built man, with the ear-piece and tux (cut for easy draw of a hidden weapon) saying he was security. The party was full of well-dressed people. Despite wearing the suit Diamond had had sent over, I still felt under-dressed. Probably because mine was an expensive, but off-the-rack item and everyone here probably had their own fucking tailors and shit.

Well, except the security guy, who I was actually glad to see. Until I realized he wasn’t a bodyguard, or anything, he was actually the chief of Jackson LTD’s security division, and he was there because he was being pushed, literally at one point into trying to hire me.

On the one hand, the man knew his job, so shaking his hand dumped a shit-ton of knowledge in my head. On the other hand, I then had to awkwardly get out of what would have been a dream job and definitely would have gotten me out of Arkham, in some believable way.

Fortunately, the man at least had the sense to talk to me without Diamond, or Jasmine around, so I was able to delay answering for a while, though he needed an answer within the week. Which I’m pretty sure was a bluff, but I respected it. Jasmine descended on me briefly, pulling me aside for some conversation and a tour of her absurdly large penthouse, but our attempt to spend a bit of time together was interrupted by one of her aides, who knocked, announcing that they needed her to schmooze someone before we could do more than make out a bit. Well, I say make-out a bit, but…

Besides being quite pleasant on its own, it distracted her from the job offer. Diamond, who’d been with Andre and her kids, doing her part for the Jackson Foundation, had followed the aide and gave Jasmine a mocking smile as she took the woman’s place, with me, not sucking my dick, yet. I belatedly noticed that she was extremely excited and happy far more so than even the fact that my cock was straining against my pants and Jasmine had had to bail warranted.

“What’s got you so happy?”

“Besides getting you out of Arkham?”

I just nodded, not agreeing with her statement that I was out. I’d explain that with the app…later. But she continued.

“It’ll be announced Monday, but they’re promoting me. I’ll be in charge of the entire Insurance Division of Gotham Insurance.”

“Isn’t that just…CEO?”

“Okay...yes, it is," she admitted. "Comes with a major pay raise, stock options, company car, company plane, bigger office, better security and plenty of room on the payroll for a private bodyguard, if you don’t want to work for Jackson.”

I laughed off the suggestion, though it wasn’t crazy. Hell, it was a very sweet offer. But before she could see that was what I was doing, I gave her a massive hug and kissed her deeply.

“Dammit, did you get better at that?” she asked.

I winked at her as I felt her hands running towards my cock. Her eyes widened as she felt how hard I was.

“Let’s take care of what Jasmine started, but couldn’t finish.”

I smiled at her. “This is your day. Do you want to be in charge, of me, for once? Or would you prefer not to have to make any more decisions today?”

AN: Was breaking up the weekend like that helpful, annoying, or simply neutral?