To get my fucking car.

I’d left it back at the pool, which meant taking a cab. I considered going back in and making Kianna pay for it, but in the end, I didn’t bother. Instead I just grabbed the cab, pulling out my phone so I wouldn’t have to talk while I examined the app in my head. But I was surprised to see that I actually had a text. A couple, from Asa.

Hope you got home okay?

Sorry you had to deal with that.

Uh, dude, are you okay?

My mom didn’t actually kill you, did she?

You didn’t kill her, did you?

Seriously, text me back, I’m getting worried.

I smiled.

Aw, that’s so sweet. Everything’s good. I just had a long talk with your mother and my phone was in the ‘technology bowl.’

A good talk? You and her? Are you sure this isn’t a cover-up for having killed her.

It’s all true. She even apologized for hitting me. Maybe she’ll even apologize to you.

LOL! Bullshit! Never happen!

This was an opportunity, Asa was fun, competitive, aggressive, she enjoyed a challenge and a bet. But what were the stakes? She wouldn’t cheat and I didn’t want her to. I wanted her, not a doll that wore her skin, so..

Then you won’t mind a little bet?

Terms?

If I win, you put on that prom dress your mom made you wear, take a picture and send it to me. Electronically, so I’ll have it forever.

She hated that fucking dress, but it was still in her closet at her mom’s house. She’d only get it when Kianna apologized. I’d seen a picture of her in it once, when we were at her mom’s house, but she’d managed to fuck it out of my grip and destroy it. It was actually fine, just very not her style.

Deal. And if I win, then you have to quit that insanely dangerous job.

Try again, Asa.

The pause this time before I saw the little dots that indicated typing.

Fine. A picture for a picture. You, taking a selfie in that outfit you got when you misunderstood what I meant when I said I liked Spiderman.

I blanched. That costume was…not flattering.

I don’t have that outfit anymore.

I do. Somehow it ended up in the trash, but then I took it out and stored it at my mother’s. So if you lose, well you better have been telling the truth about getting in good with her, unless you want to buy that outfit, again.

Deal.

Timeline?

Two weeks.

One week.

Deal.

No points, but no real orders, except to try again on the terms, which wasn’t anything. I considered.

Hope your relationship survived his first encounter with Kianna.

Yeah, yeah, all good. I owe him a long fuck in his pool, but the wife’s out of town this weekend, so no awkwardness.

I froze for a long moment at that. I liked Diamond and she loved their kids and Andre was hyped about the fact that he got to use his pool to fuck Asa, while Diamond was off taking care of those kids….

Well, tell him from me not to worry, Kianna will come around, eventually. Probably.

Don’t know that he’ll want to hear that from my ex-boyfriend.

It’s no big deal. Just let him know that it gets better and if he wants to get the Kianna-as-daughter’s-boyfriend lowdown, I’m always happy to talk.

Long pause. +3 SP (Asa, +63) Thanks! That’s so nice of you, I’ll pass it along.

How’d the live-stream go?

After that, we chatted for a bit. Her channel was advancing incredibly fast. With some of the other influencers in town looking to do collaborations. There weren’t that many fitness influencers, but team ups where she did exercise routines for them and they got to dress her up like a doll for fashionistas, or make her up for the make-up gurus, or give her diet tips for the…fuck I dunno, I’m no expert on influencers, I still watch the goddamn news and get my info from Vikki Vale and company.

I made a few minor suggestions, but didn’t want to mess with whatever the app was doing. Finally, I made it to my own car and ended the chain. I had no need to get pulled over for texting while driving…

I was lucky, no one had stolen it, or smashed in the windows, though I had only been gone for a couple hours. But the parking lot was mostly empty and someone had tagged it, which I'd have to paint over. Annoying.

Before I decided where to go, I did take a minute to look back through the targets who’d reached checkpoints before I added them to the app.

Peyton’s 25 point checkpoint was…worrisome.

Broken Mind, Mind Broken: Peyton's multiple personalities all have different needs/desires/goals. If you play to the personality's foibles/fetishes, then submission scores will accumulate 50% faster.

Jesus, she was real crazy. But maybe the app could fix that? The only other one was Asa, whose 25 checkpoint was

You can fuck my body, but my heart is mine!: Submission gain from sexual commands reduced 50%. Submission from emotional commands increased by 100%

Which…shouldn’t have been a surprise, given the point gains I’d seen and the relatively low submission score, despite the fact that within three days of meeting her, I’d literally had her bound and gagged, spread-eagle on my, soon to be our, bed, waiting for me to use her as I pleased.

Well, emotional pushing it was. That was the trick to this, choose something they secretly wanted, then push them to do it. Of course, it helped that the app gave me hints and that it could change what they wanted…and didn’t that sound sinister.