With startlement, and embarrassment and concern...

“What--what happened?” she asked the ceiling.

”You passed out.”

Her eyes snapped to me, “White daddy, you stayed with me?”

“Yes. Scene’s over Skin. Relax. There’s water on the table, drink something, you’re probably dehydrated.”

She guzzled the glass of water, then thanked me awkwardly. When not in ‘porn’ mode she was a lot more…human.

“How are you feeling?”

“Embarrassed.”

“Why? We both had fun.”

”You recorded it! If anyone ever hears that--”

I passed her the burner phone. “Delete it yourself, if you don’t trust me.”

She stared at it, finger hovering over the delete button.

“Or, if you like, you can send it to yourself. And all it will cost you is your phone number so we can do this again. Well, not precisely this, but there’s a lot more to learn, if you’re interested.”

Her eyes lit up and she looked at me. “You want to do more?”

“That was never in doubt, despite your attempts at bratplay, which we can work on later. The question is, what do you want? Your little plan with Frannie fell apart, as you passed out. Do you want to go back to her?

“No! But…we could all play together sometimes?”

“If you like. I don’t think she liked being just the voyeur.”

Skin laughed. And then she typed her phone number into the burner and sent herself the recording over some sort of secure messaging service that she installed in that phone (and would install in all our phones going forward). +1 SP (Skin: +99)

Hmm, that was generous, but I’d take it. “Now, how are you actually feeling.”

“Full…not really pregnant though, right?”

I smiled. “No.”

“Well, you fucked me ****, so I’m not underestimating you! Frannie tried that with--oh shit, where’s Frannie?”

I let her out, but she won’t be any trouble. Don’t worry about her. How are you, really? Not porn, not sex, how are you?”

“Shit…I don’t know. I…never knew I was into that stuff, but…like, don’t take this the wrong way, it’s just roleplay, you know.”

“I know.”

“But saying it made me…”

“I’m sure you know **** is an extremely common female fantasy, does that mean anything?”

“No. Of course not.”

“Then why do your fantasies mean anything about you?”

She nodded slowly.

“Nothing we do, nothing we ever do, will change your core nature,” I said reassuringly, then smirked, “Unless I say ‘this will change your core nature’.” I inflected it like a joke and she laughed, but hopefully that would do it…

When she started to get out of the bed, she got a bashful look in her eye. “Uh, where are my clothes?”

I nodded to her backpack. She clearly wanted to ask me to look away, but felt that was ridiculous, so I turned back to the papers, though I could see her dressing as quickly as her exhausted, used body could manage, in my peripheral vision. When she was done, I looked up, she was dressed like she’d been going out clubbing.

“What a pretty girl,” I said, putting the papers away and rising.

She blushed.

“Next time, will it be you, or the pornstar, I get to see?”

“I’ll flip a coin. Heads, its me. Tails, it’s the pornstar.”

I smiled, “Now, last time, how are you, really?”

“I’m fine! Better than fine! I know you see me as only an idiot teenager, but trust me, I know what I want. And I want to do that again!”

“I don’t fuck idiot teenagers, let alone date them.”

There was a moment as Skin was at first distraught, then she caught my meaning.

I smiled and fished a coin out of my pocket flipped it and caught it out of the air in my hand, carefully feeling the coin inside my hand with my fingertips. I could choose which way it came out. I raised an eyebrow at her and she nodded. I placed the coin on the back of my hand, revealing heads.

”It’s not much of a first date, but energy bars and water are about all I think we can take at this point, don’t you agree?”

Twenty minutes of small talk and awkward first-date bullshit which feels innately funny when you’ve been fucking a woman so hard she passed out a mere hour earlier. Skin’s politics remained insane, but I tried to guide her towards more opposition to Gotham’s corruption than its police **** in general and she had a wicked sense of humor. Her future plans were straightforward, she had a couple of different job offers once she’d finished her schooling. No need for college if you were a hacker and had a reputation like hers. Then we talked a bit about computer security, with her eagerly volunteering to help me out with mine. As we finished up, I gave her a gentle kiss and made sure she had a way home, then I looked at her.

She smiled, “I don’t put out on the first date,” she lied with a teasing smile. “Even if you could get it up ag--” she looked down and saw the bulge in my pants.

“Of course not, but a date with a beautiful girl like you gets a man excited. I know it’s almost your bedtime,” she stuck her tongue out at me, “but perhaps you could give me a handjob at the end of our first date? Is that good for your generation? Seems about right for a good first date for me.”

She blushed and knelt, freeing my cock, “Yes, I could do that.” she smiled and began to stroke my cock swiftly.

That was intended to be a first step to convincing her to have sex on the first date, but as her hand flew over my cock, I got the last +1 SP (Skin: 100). I had no idea why…in the end I think it was because she was strongly opposed to any sort of dating or romance? People are weird, what can I say. Speaking of which, apparently Skin was too far away to count for Family of Slaves, or NTR Master, but besides the final checkpoint options that Asa and I would decide together, there were several announcements.

Achievement Unlocked: Tamed Ultimate (Hard Mode):
You got a target from negative SP to full SP in a single day! Okay, so she’s a slutty schoolgirl, not a supervillainess, but still, that’s an impressive achievement. Reward: Orgasm Control Upgrades, usually this would include removing arousal limit due to this achievement, but since you’re so eager to be honest you can instead have +1 Additional User
Additional Orgasm Control Options: **** the target to fantasize about a specific person, and fetish when cumming from this option.
Additional Orgasm Control Options: Remove number of times per hour limit altogether.
Remove 24 hour limit on orgasm requirement.

The Orgasm control options weren’t great, as I’d bought the main ones I was focused on, but now I could just make a target keep cumming over and over and over again, thinking about me doing anything I wanted to them, or about any sex act. Helpful, but without Everything Is Normal, the main obvious uses would just lead to them thinking someone, though not me, was fucking with them and probably prompt some sort of superhero (or supervillain) investigation that wouldn’t be good. Maybe I could use it for some wet-dream type situations, but otherwise, the main use would be the women I already had on side…

An Additional User was good…except that it meant I’d have to have that conversation with Diamond…which I sure as fuck wasn’t looking forward to. Then I checked…that additional user hadn’t reduced the cost of removing the user limit. Annoying.

Skin’s hands danced over my cock, but she was being a good girl and didn’t even lick it, playing the innocent, which just made me harder as I looked down at the next update.

Mission Unlocked: Porn Archetypes:
Your harem now includes two of the standard porn archetypes, at 100 SP. The Slutty Schoolgirl and the Repressed Housewife, get another one! Reward: --

Wait, was that Diamond, or Kianna?

Helpful Hint: Kianna’s not married dumbass.

Okay. No list of archetypes…well, I’d figure that out later, maybe Skin could help?

As I finished with my updates, I sprayed cum all over her face. And she smiled up at me, beatifically, baptized in my seed.

Achievement Unlocked: Hand Stuff:
Uh, wow, took you that long to get a handjob? Uh…the usual reward is a boost to SP for that target, but that’s irrelevant and the alternate is locked for intermediate users, as it’s assumed beginners will get it…Reward: Uh, two credits?

Which brought me up to 8 credits…there were options. I’d talk with Asa after I’d recovered. Muscles On My Muscles meant I wasn’t in too bad of shape, but it had been a long fucking day.

But for now, I simply smiled, took Skin to the bathroom and carefully cleaned her up so there was no sign that she’d been fucking ruined and enslaved for her parents to see when she went home.

As I walked her slowly, unsteadily (on her part, not mine) to her car and opened the door for her, she paused as she sat in the driver’s outfit…

“You’ve given me a lot to think about. I’m not sorry about hacking the police files…but I am sorry if it caused you any trouble.”

I nodded. “It did.”

She looked down and away. “I’m sorry.”

“You’ll never do anything to deliberately hurt me, or anyone I love, ever again. Right?”

She nodded eagerly, then paused…”Uh, does that include like spanking hurting?”

“No.”

“And Frannie?”

“I don’t love her. But I need her job not to be fucked up.”

“I promise!”

“Then I forgive you.”

She smiled so broadly and would have hugged me if she hadn’t been in the seat, “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

She bounced as I closed the door. The window was open and I heard her voice behind me as I started to turn away.

”Eli?’

”Yes?” I turned back and leaned closer as she was whispering. Nott so close she could kiss me easily, this was public and I already shouldn’t be going this far.

“Forgiving me doesn’t mean you won’t,” she blushed brightly, “make your house **** provide bed service for you and your girlfriend, right?”

“Of course it doesn't.”

As she drove off, my day finally came to an end.

AN: I welcome suggestions for porn archetypes as I'm having some character creep here...