Right.

With that discovery, I decided I could justly call it a day and headed home, only to find that my checking on everyone availability had had an interesting side effect. Most of my girls I’d checked with were smart enough to just let me know they were free and would be happy to see me. Then there was Skin, who was more…enthusiastic.

She showed up at my place, and was waiting in the hall. I really needed to get a new place, or start giving out keys. People were going to start talking about teenage hotties showing up and lurking outside.

I was going to say something, but then she took off her coat and my higher brain functions decided to fuck off and let my dick take the lead.

“Do you like this bikini, white daddy? I got it special because the pattern really looks like a black cunt split open by a big white cock in an ocean of white cum. What do you think?” she asked, giving me a little twirl.

It…did not look particularly like that, at least to someone who didn’t have a raceplay fetish placed into their brain…But I was perfectly happy to show her what I thought and give her what she needed.

By the time we were done, she was so exhausted I couldn’t send her home, but she’d apparently ‘handled’ that somehow with her family. I didn’t ask questions, because she was in no shape to answer them. But that meant I had a home cooked breakfast by my ‘****,’ waking up to the music she was playing as she cooked and danced in a cute apron, and not much more.

Unfortunately, I barely had time to grab the food and scarf it down as I ran out the door, having to just duck under a shower and rinse off the worst of the stink of sex that covered me before I had to get to work, so I couldn’t properly reward her, or get the release my once-again-hard cock wanted.

Which left me quite frustrated as I got to work for my Thursday…which was a pretty good sample of how Thursday was going to go. I heard Peyton was getting released next week, which was good, but I totally failed to get any points or make any progress with Penelope as I did. Then Una came by and I was **** to accept that I wasn’t actually buying the physical mod at the moment. I had eight credits, plus the three leftover appearance credits. I could buy what I needed, but I was still saving.

Because I was going for Long Term Thinking. I couldn’t justify that…except I wanted it. I didn’t want to lose anyone ever again, and the app meant they wouldn’t--couldn’t leave. They could only be taken, so I would try to minimize the chances of that. Maybe it was good, maybe it was possessive, I didn’t really know, but I knew it was what I was doing.

That realization distracted me from making any fucking progress with Una either. Then, just to put the capper on my day, I was told that fucking Jinx was being sent to Arkham. How the fuck she counted as crazy was real unclear to me. But…Gotham.

Arkham knew about my original escape, but not my involvement in her capture…which I couldn’t let her know. This was going to be a fucking nightmare, even if her powers were allegedly restrained by some spell Zatanna had cast. Fortunately, the bosses weren’t entirely crazy, I was to keep away from her. Which meant limited privileges for her…maybe I should try to change that? If I could get her under control…well, that would solve a lot of problems and check Indian off Neopolitan…

But my life had gotten a lot more dangerous and that was before I even realized what the real nightmare of the day was going to be.