Fucking things up

...

You know what, this probably isn't an issue.

I was expecting a naïve, doe-eyed looking opponent...

But I think I can take her on.

Yeah. Sure.

She might look tough... but I've dealt with the toughest women there are.

And I've been feeling pretty charismatic lately.

And, well... why am I assuming things? Maybe she isn't a toughie, but just likes the look?

Jesus... What happened to this girl?

Not that she wasn't still sexy, but... In many ways she might even be sexier...

You know what? It might be more fun to break her like this... whatever this was.

My "Commanding Aura"-perk meant that the first meeting would always be the most important one. If I got even one point from her, her starting number would be 0.

On the way over, I thought of a few easy requests I could make for a cute "little sister"-type, things that would be slightly embarrassing but a good person would do.

Those requests might not work with her.

So... What's the gameplan now?

She was already getting frustrated, staring at her phone and probably texting Anna-Marie where the Hell she was.

Anna-Marie wouldn't answer, she was busy using her phone to direct my own personal porn.

I might have to hurry here.

Let's see... what's my starting line?

...

Ah, fuck it. I better not overthink things, so I'll sound natural.

I'm sure if we get at least a small conversation going, I'll get her to do something.

I steeled myself, and stepped closer to the punkish girl.

The way she eyed me as I got closer to her space... It felt like I was a walking sack of garbage.

Yeah, I knew it. This wasn't going to be easy.

"Hey there. You don't know me... But I work with your sister. At Mirage."

She didn't say anything.

Just stared at me...

...and the long awkward silence between us just kept going.

If I was a bit more nervous, I would have just continued talking. But I knew people like her. That's what she was expecting. Me to be scared of her.

She was already testing me.

The silence was a battle of wills, and I wouldn't give her an inch.

"So?" she finally, succinctly asked.

No matter how tough she looked, she couldn't disguise how sweet and feminine her voice still sounded.

"Unfortunately, your sister couldn't make it. Mind if I sit down?"

I was already pulling the chair, when she replied "Yes."

I stopped in my tracks, and just stared at her.

She was just oozing with some kind of... unexplainable anger. And now it had chosen me as its main target.

This could be a chance, though.

If I can make her submit in this very small thing, it was all that I needed.

"Come on. I'm just a messenger. No need for hostility, right?"

"There will be, if you take the chair I've reserved for my sister."

Well... at least she was finally speaking in full sentences.

"I just told you your sister isn't coming. So you won't mind if I-"

"That chair is for my sister, fucko."

Sigh.

"Okay... So you won't mind if I take another chair then?"

"No. As long as its far away from here."

Fuck. This bitch was impenetrable.

"Woah, hey. Have I done something to offend you? I'm just here to tell you what your sister told me."

"And you need a fucking chair to do that?"

...

I took a deep breath.

What a snarky, annoying bitch.

No point losing my cool here.

This chair thing might not work, she was way way too against that.

I'd needed to find another strategy.

"So-" I started.

"So who are you?", she cut me off.

"Well, I'm Jack Dingle, and I-"

"I've never heard of a fucking Jack Dingle."

Well of course you haven't, you bitch. Your sister has no reason to talk about me to you.

"Well, nevertheless, I do work with your sister and-"

"What's her name?"

"Anna-Marie Depardieu."

"And what's my name?"

...

...

I...

I might have forgotten to ask Anna-Marie a key detail.

She saw me struggling to come up with her name, and just got up.

"Seriously?"

"Well- Well Anna just told me to seek out her little sister from this place, and- and I assumed a redhead was-"

"You know what? This whole fucking thing is creeping me the fuck out. I don't want to know what you have to say. Don't follow me."

And just like that... She was already moving towards the exit.

I had fucked this up royally.

I needed to make her submit. Some way. In this first meeting. Otherwise it would mean a hell of a lot more work for me.

"Ann- Anna-Marie is in trouble, and she needs your help!" I blurted out.

Finally, a look of slight concern flashed on her face.

"Oh yeah? What sort of trouble?"

Once again... I really wished I had time to think about this shit.

"She- She-, well, she- It's a bit embarrassing, we really need to talk about this somewhere private-"

Even I knew how unconvincing I sounded, but I still took a few steps towards her.

The redhead punk pulled out a pepper spray out of her pocket lightning-fast, and held it threateningly in front of my face.

"Where is my sister, fuckface?"

I swallowed.

No reason to lie here.

"She's- She's at the office... And that's the whole point here, I was going to take you there in my car and-"

"I'm not going anywhere with a slimy tool like you. I'm going to go see her for myself... And if she's not there, I'm going to come find you and cut your balls off. Understood?"

I looked down.

In her other hand flashed a small pocketknife.

I did the only thing I could do... and just nodded. Several times.

After an intense staredown, she finally relented, pocketed her weapons and got outside.

I could have followed her, but...

Beyond getting physical, what the fuck could I do in this situation anymore?

I heard the sounds of a motorcycle whizzing by and knew she was already heading for the Mirage offices.

With great anxiety, I picked up my phone, opened the app, and...

Fuck.

MIRANDA DEPARDIEU: -90SP

Yeah... That's not good.

That's almost one of the biggest negative numbers I had seen so far.

Getting her was going to be a chore.

But... at least I knew her name now.

Sigh.

I had to focus.

First of all, I needed to defuse the shitstorm I had accidentally started.

I called Anna-Marie, and thank God the connection worked. She also had the good sense to answer the call and pause the porn shoot.

I told her to get ready to meet her sister in front of the building, and say this whole thing was about she breaking her phone, doing overwork, sending me to cancel the meeting... Oh yeah, and what was that "trouble" Anna-Marie was supposed to be in? Uh, um... I told her to make it something believable. Something womanly maybe. She needed tampons, and wanted her sisters to bring her some... Whatever! I didn't care. I was just pissed off that the whole thing ended up being a huge waste of time.

I closed the phone, slumped down at one table and planted my face there.

Fuck me.

...

No, wait...

There might still be a slight silver lining here.

Miranda's profile had flashed. That meant only one thing...

A trait had appeared.

-GOING THROUGH A PHASE-

ROUTE A -TRANSFORMATION

-FETISH PUNK-

The subject will begin wanting to dress more and more like a trashy punk, and expose more and more skin. There trashier the subject looks, the more turned on and **** for sex they will get.

This transformation will not happen automatically, it will increase as their submission score increases. At +100SP, the transformation will be complete.

ROUTE B -TRANSFORMATION

-GOOD CHRISTIAN GIRL-

The subject will turn more and more conservative with their outfit choices. They will end up extremely terrified at showing any skin, wearing suggestive clothes, anything beyond plain hair-dos, tattoos, or doing anything sexual at all. Despite this, whenever they are exposed or being **** to do naughty things, the subject will find it extremely arousing. The more conservative they are, the more aroused they will get.

This transformation will not happen automatically, it will increase as their submission score increases. At +100SP, the transformation will be complete.

So... wait?

Neither of these choices would help me out now, they're just something to enjoy... after things get actually going?

Fuck.

Fine.

After I get Anna-Marie to +100, I should be able to gain points from her sister at double speed.

And next time we meet... oh boy, I'm going to be so goddamn prepared.

So... I could either make her the more **** version of the "thing" she currently is... or turn her back to the little sister... and beyond?

As I was thinking about the fun stuff I could do with either option... a funny thing occurred.

A pair of feminists stepped into the coffee place.

A pair I had almost forgotten about.

Kara and Abigail.

I saw an opportunity to vent some of my frustrations.