Power players abound.

As the night progressed, Aaron couldn't help but notice a particularly powerful guest at the wedding, Ms Ava Johns, a powerful business mogul known for her sharp wit and even sharper tongue. She was a formidable presence in the hotel, and Aaron had heard whispers of her influence in the local community. Her score on the app was low, hovering at a -15. That she even had a score was interesting, but what piqued his curiosity was her demeanor.

Ms Johns was a tall, commanding figure, with a sleek black dress that clung to her like a second skin. Her dark hair was pulled back into a severe bun, and her eyes swept over the room as if sizing up every person she saw. Yet, she didn't seem to be enjoying herself, her mouth set in a thin line. Aaron found himself drawn to her, the challenge of bringing such a strong woman to her knees an intoxicating thought.

He approached her carefully, offering a tray of hors d'oeuvres with a practiced smile. She took one without looking at him, her eyes still scanning the room. He approached, smooth and professional, "is there anything else I can get for you?"

Her eyes flicked to him, assessing him coolly before she took another bite. "What's your name?" she asked, her voice like a whip crack.

"You first?" he blurted it out before he could catch himself. Of course he knew her name, but the app demanded he take the lead. He watched as the corner of her mouth twitched upwards slightly. (Challenge: 57 Roll: 80)

"Ms. Johns," she replied, her eyes boring into his. "And you are?" He didn't dare look, but the vibration from his phone was no doubt the result of her actually answering him.

"I'm Aaron Cummings," he said, keeping his tone respectful. "a humble steward," he added with a smirk, watching as Ms. Johns' eyes narrowed slightly.

"Humble?" she said, her voice a low purr. "I doubt that." The boy before her was handsome, she had to admit; he had a glint in his eye that spoke of ambition, and didn't know when enough was enough. She might have a use for him after all.

"Perhaps you're right," Aaron said, his voice a seductive whisper. "But I'm sure you have more important things to worry about than me."

"If only. Sit." She kicked out the chair next to her.

Aaron obeyed without missing a beat, feeling the thrill of a chance at keeping her attention. "Is there something I can assist with, Ms. Johns?" he asked, keeping his tone deferential while inwardly smirking at the thought of her score moving the right direction.

Ms. Johns took a sip of her drink, eyeing him over the rim. "Call me Ava," she said, her voice a seductive purr. "I hate events like this; but I'm 'expected' to attend. You know how it is." Aaron nodded, his mind racing. He had never used the app on someone so powerful before.

"I think we run in different circles Ava. I wouldn't presume to know your kind of troubles," Aaron replied, his voice dripping with insincerity. He knew full well the kind of power plays that occurred at events like this. The app was begging to be used on her.

"All smiles and glad hands, but they hate each other." She pointed out a balding man across the room with a fake smile plastered on his face, speaking to a young, attractive couple. "He's trying to get them to invest in a failing startup," she whispered, a hint of amusement in her voice. "meanwhile his wife is fucking the groom." Ava paused "Angelina Simms, the designer of the bride's dress," she nodded towards a busty woman with a sharp nose, "has a taste for young, broke artists. And she's got her claws in the best man." Ava chuckled, "who's already married to the mayor's daughter."

Aaron felt a thrill of excitement at her openness. Ava looked him in the eyes "They all know of course, but can't do a damned thing about it." She downed her drink, Vodka & Cran #5 if he was counting right. "The public fallout would ruin them."

He knew this was his moment. "And you're telling me because?" Aaron asked, playing along with her game.

"Because," she leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear, "I think you'd enjoy watching it all burn." He would. The power games, the though of turning this all around on Ava at the end, her whispers in his ear. His cock throbbed in his uniform slacks threatening to tear it's way out.

"Dance with me."

"I don't think I should stand right now..." Aaron said with a cheeky smile, glancing down at her hand on his thigh.

Ava's eyes sparkled with mischief. "A private show later then." She slipped a gold hotel room key into Aaron's pocket, her fingers lingering on his thigh a moment longer than necessary. The heat from her touch sent a bolt of excitement through him, and he realized that she had turned the tables on him.

He was supposed to be the one in control here, not her. But the thrill of the unexpected was too tantalizing to resist. He watched as she sauntered away, leaving him with nothing but her scent, the heavy weight of the room key, and a very frustrating erection.

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The wedding was winding down. Some of the guests were heading to their rooms. When the wedding planner came rushing up to him, Aaron knew it was going to be bad. The bride's necklace had gone missing, a family heirloom worth more than he made in a year. The room was in an uproar, guests whispering in hushed tones and the planner looking ready to burst into tears.

Ava Johns, the enigmatic business mogul who had captured his interest earlier, sat calmly in the corner, watching the chaos unfold. She raised an eyebrow at him as he approached her, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Looks like they could use someone like you," she purred, sipping her drink. "Time to play the hero?"

"I think you'll be useful. I just want your to know you're worth the investment." Ava leaned closer, her hand brushing against his thigh. "Find that necklace, and I'll make sure Mrs. Berkowitz knows you're the one who saved the day. And maybe, just maybe, I'll tell you a little secret about her that she'd rather keep buried."

Aaron felt his heart race as he took in her words. A secret about Mrs. Berkowitz? "How do you...?"

"Ah ah... Necklace first." That was a power play he hadn't anticipated. He nodded curtly, "I'll find it." He slipped away from her grasp and made his way through the panicking wedding guests, his mind racing.

The necklace had to be found quickly; the bride was already in hysterics, and the groom looked ready to rip the place apart. Aaron's mind raced as he searched the ballroom, his eyes scanning the floor for any glint of gold. Finally, his search led him to the quiet spot behind the stage, where the necklace lay glinting on the floor. It had fallen off in a spot notorious for discreet rendezvous. The room was empty, but the scent of expensive perfume lingered in the air, hinting at recent occupants.

As he picked up the necklace, the weight of the situation dawned on him. If this had truly been a theft, it would be a disaster. But the fact that it had been discarded in such a way suggested something far more salacious. Ava's smile had been knowing, her eyes gleaming with the thrill of a juicy scandal. He pocketed the necklace, his mind racing with the implications. The bride's faithfulness was now in question, and, of course Ava would find the whole situation hysterical.

He found Ava at her table, nursing the most recent vodka cran, "Found it" he said, patting his pocket.

"Where?"
"Over behind the stage." he replied absently.

"Ah, the plot thickens," she said, her eyes gleaming. "It seems the bride's been playing a little game of hide and seek with her jewelry. Give it here." She held out her hand imperiously.

"No, I was promised something first." Ava raised an eyebrow at him.

"Aren't you cheeky. Fine. (+5 Current: +2 ) " Ava's smirk grew as she leaned back in her chair. "Mrs. Berkowitz and I, we go way back. I knew her before she was married, before she had that stick up her ass." Aaron's eyes widened slightly, realizing the depth of Ava's power play. "There was a time she was quite the party girl. I've got... incriminating photos of her from those days. The kind that would ruin her reputation if they saw the light of day."

Aaron's phone vibrated again. "Ok, and I suppose I can get access to those photos?" he asked, trying to keep his cool.

"Oh, you can," Ava said with a wink. "I left the ticket for you earlier. See you tonight handsome."

Aaron watched as Ava took the necklace and handed it to the bride, announcing loudly enough that the wedding heard it. "My dear, one of my retainers found this. He said he found it behind the stage. What an odd place to misplace such a treasure."

The bride's eyes grew wide, and Mrs. Berkowitz looked furious, her eyes flicking to Aaron. Ava looked at him with a smug smile, her voice filled with mock innocence. "Oh, I'm sure it's nothing. Perhaps you were dancing too vigorously and it slipped off?"

The room was tense, Ava stopped and whispered something to Mrs. Berkowitz and her eyes landed on Aaron. He could almost feel the heat from her glare. He knew he had to get out of there before things got out of hand. He slipped away into the kitchen, his heart racing. The app had given him a taste of power, but Ava was playing in a league of her own.

He collapsed in the staff locker room. He pulled out his phone. Ava Johns. Current Score: +2 Select path and initial trait?

Path A: The Influencer - Ava uses her power and connections to elevate Aaron's status, granting him access to a world of luxury and power. But at what cost? Her demands are not to be taken lightly, and the price of her friendship is not cheap.

Path B: The Enigma - Ava's rise to power was too quick, too clean. Surely she has some skeletons in the closet. This path focuses on blackmailing the blackmailer.

Aaron knew he had to make his choice carefully. The app was a tool, but Ava was a wildcard. He could use her to climb the social ladder, or he could use her secrets to keep her in line. Either way, he was about to dive into deep water.

He took a deep breath and selected Path A: The Influencer. The app buzzed in his pocket, and a notification popped up: 'Ava Johns' score has increased to +5.

A new trait appeared: Trigger: 'Friends in high places'. It read, Ava will introduce you to important people and ensure that you are treated with the respect and attention you deserve. However, she will expect complete loyalty in return. Failure to meet her expectations may lead to a swift drop in her score. Use wisely.'

It seemed counter intuitive, but he figured a woman like her was used to being the boss, it would take time to break past that and bring her to heel. As long as it was used carefully it would be a boon for sure.

Speaking of brought to heel. Nikki burst into the staff room, her eyes wild with desire. She had done as he asked, serving all evening without her panties, and the effect had been as potent as he'd hoped. Her cheeks were flushed, and she was practically squirming in her own skin.

"You." Nikki's voice was a needy whine as she stumbled into the staff room, her eyes glazed over with lust. "Aaron, please, I can't... I can't take it anymore." She wriggled against the doorframe, her apron riding up to reveal bare skin.

He looked at her, his own desire growing. He had never seen Nikki like this before. "What's the matter?" He feigned ignorance, his voice a coy purr.

"First I'm a good girl, but now no treat?" Nikki's voice was a breathless whisper, her eyes pleading. Aaron couldn't help the smirk that curled his lips. Nikki sat on the bench and leaned back, her apron riding up to reveal the smooth, bare skin of her thighs.

"Touch yourself for me." The command slipped from his lips without thought. Nikki's eyes grew wide, a mix of shock and desperation. She looked around the room, it was just the two of them on this side, but the door was unlocked.

With trembling hands, she began to slide them up her thighs, her skirt and apron riding even higher. Aaron watched, his cock straining against his pants as she revealed her wet pussy. She was shaking, her eyes flicking to the door every few seconds, as if expecting someone to walk in.

The room was silent except for the occasional clink of dishes and muffled laughter from the wedding guests. Her breathing grew heavier as her fingers danced over her clit. She bit her lip, trying to keep the moans of pleasure from escaping her mouth. The tension was palpable, and Aaron knew that she was fighting the urge to scream out his name.

He heard the door start to creak open and pause. Nikki was lost in her own world of desire, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed over. Aaron spared a glance at the door to see Olivia through the crack.

Her eyes widened at the sight of Nikki's exposed state, and she stepped back, her hand flying to her mouth to stifle a gasp. But she didn't leave. Instead, she hovered just outside, watching.

Aaron leaned in close over Nikki kissing her neck, his breath hot and urgent. "I've got you," he murmured, his hand sliding up to cup her breast. Her eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as she arched into his touch. She had never felt so wanton, so **** before. What the hell was he doing to her.

"Cum for me." The words were barely a whisper, but the urgency in Aaron's voice sent a shiver down Nikki's spine. She nodded frantically, her hips bucking against her own hand as she sought release. She was so close, so incredibly close.

The door creaked again, and Olivia's breathing echoed in the small space. Nikki's eyes shot open, but it was too late her orgasm was reaching it's breaking point. "Fuck," she whispered, her hips jerking as she came hard. Aaron took the opportunity to slip his hand into her apron and tweak her nipple, sending her over the edge.

As Nikki climaxed in his arms he watch Olivia playing with herself outside the door. The thrill of being watched was something he hadn't anticipated, but it was clear that Nikki was too lost in pleasure to care. Her body trembled with the aftershocks of her orgasm, and she leaned heavily into him, panting and sated. He kissed her forehead, smiling to himself.

But the moment was short-lived as he heard the door shut hastily. He knew Olivia had been watching, and the realization of her voyeurism sent a new thrill through him. He pulled away from Nikki, who was still trying to catch her breath, and strode towards the door. But when he opened it, the hallway was empty. Olivia had disappeared into the night.

Nikki stood up, her apron falling back down to cover her bare thighs, cheeks flaming red with embarrassment. "I-I'm sorry, Aaron," she stammered, "I didn't know she was there." Aaron couldn't help but chuckle. The sight of Olivia running away like a scared rabbit was almost too much.

"Don't worry about it," he said, kissing her neck.

Olivia's hasty retreat had left the air thick with unspoken tension, but Aaron was eager to redirect it. "Let's get out of here," he murmured into her ear.

"Can I have my panties." The question was barely a whisper as Nikki looked up at him with a mix of embarrassment and need. Aaron chuckled, "You're not getting those back. They're a memento."

They stepped out into the cool evening air, the contrast from the stuffy hotel a welcome relief. "You're not mad?" Nikki's voice was small, her eyes cast downwards.

Aaron chuckled, "She won't do anything." She's all hiss and no claws."He said, placing a comforting hand on Nikki's shoulder. The app's influence had made Olivia more submissive, and now she was probably regretting her decision to watch them. Nikki was still a little unstable.