Very Disappointed

Nicole woke up the next morning feeling refreshed. She felt like she had made the right decision. However, when she sat down in front of her computer to see what her group had to say she collapsed inside. Universally, even some of her most ardent protectors, felt she should have slept with Vincent. It wasn't simply that it was in the spirit of the experiment, but if she was going to give it up for a jerk like Huck it wouldn't be a stretch to take a hit for someone who sounded like a nice guy.

WhoreFromHome: Seriously? All of you think I should have fucked him?

BettyHeartsJughead: Yeah. I mean, why not?

WFH: But the assignment was you'd set me up with one guy. And I didn't want to lead him on.

BHJ: We chatted after you logged. The assignment was to help you roleplay world. I didn't agree at first but they convinced me. If we're to help you realize your full fantasy you need to embrace what comes.

Racer5XXX: Literally.

WFH: Not to be a broken record, but...SERIOUSLY???

GoldenOwlPellet: I agree. WFH, this is possibly the one chance in your life you'll be able to do this in a controlled environment. In two weeks you go back to work.

Nicole squirmed in her seat. God, they were right. Deep in her skull her lizard brain was craving a full experience.

WFH: So you're saying I shouldn't say "no"? But you guys screened Huck, You didn't screen Vincent.

DoctorMoan: You shouldn't say "yes" to everything. Even if someone of us would suggest that's a good idea.

MrKnight696: OMG, i didn't mean she should be reckless when I wrote that. Within reason, I agree.

ReverandBlueJeans: Right. Within reason. And, of course, keep us updated as much as possible. I'll screen everyone I can. And keep your "find my phone" on for the group.

Nicole didn't know what to say. They were really pushing her to be riskier. Even Betty!

WFH: Well, uh, don't you need to vote or something?

GoldenOwlPellet: We already did. Reverand reached out to everyone with the new parameters. It was unanimous.

WFH: I need time to think about it.

ReverandBlueJeans: Nope. You agreed to give us control of your Free Use World until work from home ends. It's this or the experiment ends.

Nicole doesn't know when her hand slipped between her legs and she started masturbating. Maybe it was when RBJ wrote, "we already did." Not having control was exactly what she wanted. Her free will was slowly being eroded and it was hot as fuck.

WFH: Oh. So...now what?

RBJ: You wrote that you swapped info with Vincent. Send his contact information over to me.

WFH: What? Why?

RBJ: Don't worry about it. And GoldenOwlPellet has another requirement.

GoldenOwlPellet: Yep. We get to dress you for your workout with Marcus.

Nicole paused the gentle massaging of her clit for a moment. She didn't want them to mess with Marcus. She genuinely wanted it to be a workout.

WFH: Come on, I need a workout coach.

GoldenOwlPellet: And you'll have one! We just want to make sure you have the correct workout outfit!

WFH: Fine.

GoldenOwlPellet: Great! Do you still have those camel tights?

Nicole opened her desk and took out a small bullet vibrator. She held it against her mound and di her best to type with one hand. She knew where this was going. She hated it, but it also turned her on. The "camel tights" were a nickname given to a pair of tights the Discord group helped her select after trial and error. They had a front seam. They were one size too small. When she went commando and was clean-shaved, they'd ride up. Eventually, they'd leave little to the imagination regarding her pussy. The seam would cleave perfectly. For about a month, she'd wear them while working out at home and send photos to the group. Only twice did she wear them out while riding her bike.

WFH: Yes.

Her brain wanted to argue against what was coming, but her fingers would only type those three letters.

GoldenOwlPellet: coolcoolcool. And Betty had a great idea. Do you still have that tube top from your Harley Quinn cosplay?

WFH: I think so. It's probably in the back of a drawer. Why?

BHJ: You should wear it for your workout.

The tube top was tight but not very supportive. She had purchased for a special task where someone in the group wanted her to dress up like Harley Quinn. The group made fun of her because she had purchased the right color scheme, but the top had a giant black spade in the middle of it. Harley Quinn's symbol is the diamond. She guessed they wanted her to wear it because it was too small and there'd be no hiding it if her nipples got hard. There was also a reasonable chance of a wardrobe malfunction.

WFH: That'll hold my breasts, but it doesn't provide much support.

She hoped to appeal to the women in the group.

BHJ: This is your first time. He'll probably go easy on you. Trust us. You should totally wear it.

Nicole's "hey dummy, it's almost time to work, so stop masturbating" alarm went off.

WFH: I'll think about it. Got to log on for work.

And she quickly closed out of Discord.

Nicole hummed with arousal throughout her work day, which wasn't unusual. In fact, it would probably be weird if she wasn't aroused while working from home. At 3 p.m. it was time to get ready to see Marcus. She located the outfit and stared at it on the bed. The spade top was sillier than she remembered. It was purely costume wear intended to go with a matching spade skirt. She'd look ridiculous just the top and the 'camel tights.' However, they didn't say anything about wearing sweats over the outfit.