Gloria at the bar

It was a nice and quaint bar. Or maybe people don't start to drown their sorrows in booze at the start of the week. Either way, Gloria and I found a place to sit down in relative quiet and started talking.

"So how can you do your job and run a company at the same time?"

"Eh, my job is my passion. Is it tiring? Yeah, it's a job, but one I gladly do. Having it as a job just means I'm **** to do it regularly. The company... runs well enough on its own. My mom helped my dad running it and she's still supporting me." I take a sip of my non-alcoholic drink. "Also, another reason to not come home drunk. The police investigated my parents' home for like a week, so I let my mom live with me for now. Now they're going through a divorce, so she's staying at my place until she can find one for herself." Seems believable enough compared to 'My mom chose to remain a housewife because she likes it and likes me finding her hot.'

"Doesn't that get awkward when you bring a girl home some time?"

"Eh, it's only been a week thus far, so there wasn't much to worry about. Plus during the investigation I was a bit too busy to look for a full-fledged relationship, y'know? And honestly, the divorce proceedings are going through quick enough, so I very much doubt she's gonna stay here for that much longer."

"That's good. Nothing's a bigger turn off than going home with a dude and his mom is there."

"Well, it's not that I still live with my mom, it's that she lives with me. Big difference."

She chuckles: "Well alright, if you say so."

"And this job? Wearing you down?"

"A bit, yeah. Just think about it, I see the worst of people every day. I'm glad that we do this together sometimes. It helps remind me... that what I'm seeing is only the bad stuff... that normal people don't think this way." I think the **** was starting to work.

"I'm glad I could keep your spirits high, Gloria. Almost as important as the work."

"Absolutely... if I'm mad at the world, I get less done... I'm... tired."

"Huh?" She fell on her table, before jolting up again as her head hit her arm that rested on the table. "Gloria are you okay?"

"Yeah I need... to go home..."

I paid for our drinks and tried my best to half-carry, half-assist Gloria on our way to her apartment.

"Can you walk up the stairs alone?"

"No please come with me..." I didn't really want to. If one reporter was suspicious of me, they could take this so easily to frame me or publish a bad rumor. So many stars suffer from pretty awful lies that are invented just to sell magazines, it's called yellow journalism. But I guess Gloria needs me right now. After we arrived at her apartment, I helped guide her hand to the keyhole, waved her goodbye, and left. I ran out of the building. If anyone saw me, they should know it was too quick enough to be anything sketchy! Yes, that's important. I was looking at my phone, wanting to get the mail from my new second home, when suddenly, Megan jumps out of a bush.

"Well hello Mr. Goodman."

"Ms. Dapy, what are you doing here? Were you following me?"

"Well..."

"Ms. Dapy, answer me. Did you follow me?"

"Of course, Mr. Goodman, how else would I be here? I need a new scoop and I know you're just the guy to provide it to me." Megan +1SP (-4SP)

"Oh and why should I know what you want to hear? Do I even have the information you want? What do you want to do to get the information out of me anyway?"

"Hehehe, Mr. Goodman, you have no idea what I'm capable of. What I want is still the same, the topic of your next article. But as for what I have for you..." She pulls out several binders from her bag that's still in the bush. "How about some court files on the proceedings on your father and brother. Don't you wanna know what the judges think of the accusations? What the defense attorneys believe they can get the sentence reduced down to?"

"Ms. Dapy, what you are doing is highly unethical... And to play your own game, thanks for notifying me about the fact they'll both be in prison."

"Mmmh, you're smart, Mr. Goodman, I'll give you that." Megan +3SP (-1SP) She continues: "But the specificities still matter, right? Isn't it interesting to know what minimum sentence is expected? When you'll see them again?"

"Honestly, no. The fact that you think this information is worth so much tells me a lot, Ms. Dapy. You are an intelligent woman who knows how to get her hand on vital information. I assume you know about the caretaker arrangement, or at least how they are usually set up. It's only reasonable to assume that my father is expected to get at least as many years in prison as would make me owner automatically, right?"

"Grrrr. Fine. I'll concede defeat. For now." Megan +5SP (+4SP)

Hm, I noticed that she wasn't wearing the same clothes as yesterday. I decided to tease her a bit and simply told her: "Regarding my article topic... I like the one you're wearing today more."

"That is NOT a hint, Mr. Goodman."

"And? You delivered the information for free." She stormed off.

On my way back, I picked up the mail and made a call to the company lawyers. They were progressing smoothly with the compensation. I also asked them about caretaker arrangements, and yes, five years is standard. Of course, Megan's information was just preliminary anyway, but it was a good sign that I could keep the company for longer. Sadly, it means nothing for when Bartholomew comes back. I could always call him though, right? Or have mom call him, yeah.

I returned home and it wasn't even 7PM when I had finished dinner. Together with mom, we opened the letters.

"What the fuck?"

"What is it mom?"

"It's the girl from the video again, master." She handed me a stack of photos, printed out at an actual booth.

"Who even prints out photos anymore?" I read the accompanying letter, she sent these photos because she had gotten no response from the company email account. She wants my opinion on the clothes she chose to try out and her body generally. The photos were some nudes, some in rather sexy attire. "Any idea how to deal with her, mom?"

"Well, do you like her? If so, just go after her, master, she's already offering you a free look. Otherwise plainly tell her that you aren't interested. Maybe she just didn't get the hint."

"Yeah, but I feel like there's something more here. I mean, the woman didn't refuse initially, just upon seeing me."

"Maybe she likes you and it's her way of showing affection, master?"

"I... you could be right. I'll write her that I want to meet her, maybe on Wednesday. I'll try to discuss everything there. Thank you for your help mom. Anything in your letters?"

She was already panting. "No... master... Nothing interesting yet."

I left the dining table and headed to the basement. Amber was sitting there, already tied up and gagged, happy to see me. I put off her gag. "Hey Amber, how are you?"

"Great since you came here, master." I gave her a kiss and we let our tongues hug for a while.

"I mainly wanted to talk, Amber, in all honesty. How was your workday? Was everything going well?"

"Yes master, thanks for building everything. I locked myself up when I was finished work just for you. Sadly you were right about typing one-handed."

"My, my, you're very eager Amber, aren't you?" She nodded furiously. "I like that. I want you to sit on top of me." It was a bit uncomfortable, since she was still a bit tied up, but I sat on her blanket, with her on top. I had freed my dick from its cloth prison and simply let it rest on her behind. I started playing with her boobs. "Amber, I want some advice from you. When we removed the cameras from the tenants, one no longer wanted it removed after seeing me. She's been sending me nudes and nude videos of herself since. What do you think it could mean? What should I do?"

"W-Well master... Ahh... She could just... Ohhh... Be into you or... Uhhh... maybe she likes... Ah... being watched... Heh... maybe you're... Ahhhh... a good fashion journalist now... Oh... maybe she needs attention... Uhhh..."

"Like your pussy down there?" I plunge a couple fingers down there, and Amber shrieks, but enjoys it. "Thank you master, yes, just like that."

"I'm allowing you to orgasm." After a single minute more of me fingering her, while massaging her breasts, she actually comes.

"Amber, I have a plan for tomorrow morning, okay? You remember the relationship meter, right? I thought there was something fun we could do... What if you hated me, but felt just as obedient and attracted? So that's what will happen tomorrow morning to you, unless you dislike the idea. Be honest Amber, what do you think?"

"Master, as long as you reset my love later and don't take my hate to heart, I'll happily do it."

I put the ring-gag back on her. "This stays for tomorrow, just in case."