Ventriloquist

It would be my backup once she was out…hopefully I’d never need it. But if worse came to worst, I was confident that I could overpower her, if I could get her alone.

With that done, I spent a bit of the afternoon helping out the VDS, talked briefly with Asa and Diamond, then crashed. I considered messing with Peyton, but couldn’t think of a natural way to do it, without risking the same damn thing that had happened with Frannie. These women were fucking freaks and I didn’t want her getting off to holding me down so she could shove the puppet up my ass, or something. Might give her ideas...

Tomorrow was going to be a big day. The day itself mostly raced past, I did manage to use Penelope’s new trait to my advantage by asking why it was taking so long to get a decision on the movie nights, after all, Penelope’s input was the most important, after all and she’d already agreed.

Hopefully she’d bring it up with Alyce and get me that approval. I managed to get a +3 SP (Penelope -45) from that.

I didn’t manage any other points, except for from Clayface. It started with a +1 SP (Clayface: +10), when I joked about her making herself taller to get down a book Bane had placed on top of a bookshelf, losing himself his check-out privileges for a week. The other guards were watching closely, so I couldn’t push much, but I did ask, if I could call her Clay, and got permission, after reminding her of all the work we’d put into the library. +4 SP (Clayface +14), but that was it.

The week was finally drawing to a close and I eagerly briefed Kat, checking her outfit. It was a good one, sexy, but she could run in it, if she had to.

We headed over to Frannie’s house. And the bitch opened the door, wearing an even more ‘dominatrixy’ outfit than before:

Letting her cum may have been a mistake, she was far more confident. This time she did have an array of pictures for me to choose from. Several were clearly chosen to try to make me uncomfortable, her fucking men, or in such a dominant position I couldn’t even see the woman she was ostensibly offering me.

I calmly sorted out the male victims, the ones I couldn’t see, and the ones I could, while Kat and Frannie sparred. Then I recognized one of them…

That was Skin Jackson…what was she doing in Frannie’s list of blackmailed bitches?

I focused, as Kat’s voice rose, “How do you know my name?” she looked at me in sudden concern.

“I know a lot of th--” Frannie began, looming over the concerned Kat.

“I’ve got no interest in men.” I cut in.

The nonsequiter caused them both to turn to face me.

“I decline this set altogether. This set,” I tapped the piles that basically only had Frannie in them, “unless you’re offering me you, I can’t evaluate them. These three, I’d like to know more about.”

She glared at me, then turned back to Kat, “Later pet.”

“You didn’t tell me shit about your fucktoys. I still don’t even know the name of that last one.”

“Because you don’t care. You just care about their physical appearance and your power over them. I’m rather more discerning.”

She snorted loudly. “Sure ya are.”

“After being totally unprepared last time, I think you owe me. Tell me about these three, if you want us to continue this competition.”

She glared at me, then laughed, “I’ll show you the sort of woman who kneels at my fucking feet.” +4 SP (Frannie: +57)

The other two were what you might expect, just gussied up in a lot of talk about dominance, claiming, orgasms and ownership. Socialite who got caught drunk driving, soccer mom caught buying ‘helpers’ to get her through the day. Skin was a bit…unusual.

“This one’s special, I looked into her cause she was the bitch behind that hack of all our data, remember that?" I nodded, "The court let her out ‘cause her family’s rich as fuck. She’s still doing hacks for her cause. But I can’t fucking prove it. I got her under me because she had a little ‘comrade-in-arms’ who was less careful. Got the comrade to betray her and give me everything on her hard-drive, but all that was was a fuck-ton of porn. Girl’s a freak. I blackmailed her under me, but the bitch made her little friend disappear. Non-extradition country. But Skin herself stays. She’s a freak, but I’ll find a way to break her.”

“Unless I take her next week.”

“She’s your choice, then?”

“Yes.”

“Good taste,” she looked back at Kat. “Very good fucking taste. Are you ready to get started?”

I glanced at her. “Almost. You want me to go first next week.”

She glanced at me. Going first wasn’t an advantage, as going second meant you were closer to the choice. But she also didn’t want to agree with me, plus it was obviously unfair, stacking the deck in her favor. But she wasn’t doing it. Doing it herself was cunning, being offered it was demeaning. A handicap offered to a weaker player. And yet…she definitely wanted to watch me fuck.

After a moment, she sneered, “Sure, that way you won’t cum in your pants watching a real pro at work.” +3 SP (Frannie: 60)

Kat’s laughter was a better response than any I could offer.