Diamond

And Andre. They came in, carrying a bottle of wine. As the door closed, Diamond laughed, “I saw Chloe on the way out.”

“She looked a bit...rumpled?” Andre asked, looking at me with overt concern, but hidden arousal.

“I think she was upset to discover she had an STD,” I said, which was true, but very incomplete.

Diamond smiled so broadly I was worried about something tearing. “The little brat’s got an STD?”

“Which one?” Asa asked.

I shrugged and tossed the tester to Diamond, who passed it to Andre. He looked at the code, “Just gonorrhea,” he said. “Why were you testing her anyway?”

Everyone looked at him condescendingly and he flushed.

Diamond smirked at him. “Full privacy, Andre.”

“Yes, mistress,” he said instantly, though his blush grew so bright that even I could make it out on his dark cheeks.

Andre instantly went off to the side, kneeling on the floor, his hands went over his ears and his eyes closed and he began to hum to himself to make sure he couldn’t hear a damn thing. Asa smirked as I stared in confusion.

“That’s the order Diamond gives before she and I have some fun when Andre’s in the room, but hasn’t earned the right to see, let alone participate.” My brows shot up, jealousy bubbling up at that last word, but Asa continued, “Oh, don’t worry, he ‘participates’ by getting his bubble butt railed by our strap-ons, not by exercising his little prick. He’s getting really good at learning to cum from that.”

I belatedly turned off the recording equipment. The food on the table was good, but better when warm, so I wasn’t sure sex was a great idea, but Diamond spoke up, making it clear that wasn’t why she’d made Andre separate himself. She just wanted to know how it was going with Chloe. I told her everything and Asa reported the progress she’d made, which was pushing her towards various forms of more-or-less-explicit online sex work.

Asa hadn’t done any camming, or other such work, but we’d talked about it quite a bit back before everything had gone to shit as a way to try to improve our finances. The difficulty of hiding our identities and the potential consequences of revealing them had stymied us. But...that didn't matter for Chloe, so it was less a concern.

We’d give it another pass, but for now, we had another trait to select. Diamond pulled out her phone and pulled up the option, reading them out as we ate and Andre knelt there, waiting and squirming. He was obviously aroused by what was happening. Or rather, by what he thought was happening.

The reality probably also would have aroused him. The three options Diamond read were...interesting:

Exhibitionist: Chloe has always loved being the center of attention, now she realizes how much of that is sexual. The more attention she gets, the more aroused she gets and the more aroused she gets, the more she wants to share it with the world.

Prostitute: Chloe doesn’t have any real skills, but she’s got three tight holes and a slim body that a lot of men would like to fuck. What better than the oldest profession to show everyone how much of a self-sufficient woman she is?

Activist: There’s only really one acceptable career for a woman like her, social activist. That, or homemaker and she’s definitely not a homemaker. The question is, what sort of activist should she be? Well, the obvious way to prove her independence, is to target her father. Surely Gotham Insurance does some immoral things? Failing to pay out? She’ll find out! And find a way to make it pay! Surely fundraising can’t be that hard? Hint: It won’t be for her!

I was surprised by the choices, none of those seemed designed to corrupt me the way others had been.

“Huh—not aimed at me,” Asa muttered, which distracted us into a discussion of Asa’s theory of the options being aimed at the chooser, not just me.

Diamond paused for a moment, “That would explain…” she trailed off and we waited.

“Romy’s choices...one of the options was to basically just turn her fetish and sexuality off. Another would have kept her entirely safe, but at a cost of severing our relationship.”

“Our—”

“Hers and mine,” Diamond explained to my confused exclamation. “Others were about her other fetishes, and those are private, but...yeah, that would make sense.”

“How’s this an attempt to mess with you?”

“Because, the ‘right’ answer would be activist, but that would mess with my work.”

“Who says? You heard what that bitch said,” Asa cut in. “Would she be a good activist? Would that be a good punishment for her?”

Diamond shook her head slightly, but couldn’t help pointing out that Chloe was a spoiled brat, but she was also eighteen years old. An adult, as Asa pointed out, just like all the people she’d fucked over, or fucked.

Diamond shuddered slightly. “It’s...different when I’m actually doing it. Romy was one thing, she’s my daughter, Chloe...I…”

“I can do it,” I said, reaching for the phone out of instinct, but Diamond shook her head.

“This was my idea,” she said, pushing her choice.