The Bigger Picture

So... that happened.

"...okay..." Henrika said behind the door. There was a hint of doubt in her voice. As she should. My tone was extremely weird.

You try talking normally while cumming down the throat of your most hated rival at the same time.

Nevertheless, my fears dissipated after I heard her footsteps disappearing from the hallway.

I slowly pulled my cock out of Ulla's tear-ridden face. Globs of my cum flowed out of her wet mouth.

Ulla coughed a couple of times, quietly, and spit some of my sticky stuff on her hands. Then she just kept looking at it, speechless.

We said nothing to each other. I wiped my cock on her bedsheets. I zipped up.

Then she turned her head to me. I wouldn't know how to describe her expression. It wasn't anger. It was just... Well, incredulity? I guess it wouldn't be easy to believe what had just happened to her.

I patted her head. "Thank you, nurse Slutmuffin. You are quite talented. I already feel better."

She hardly reacted to my patting. She just kept staring me with the same expression.

I got up, and picked up my backpack. Should I ask for... maybe not.

"You know what, keep the outfit. For now."

Still no reaction.

Well, maybe this would get her going. I reached for the door handle. "But if I were you, probably a good time to change out of it," I said as I opened the door.

Yeah, that awakened her from her blank mindset, and made her run to her pile of clothes like Speedy McGonzalez or something. I left the bedroom and considered leaving the door open. Nah, I didn't actually want to get busted. Not now.

Henrika was in the living room, watching TV on the sofa and drinking some wine. She turned her head to me with a smile.

"Oh hey! You guys finished already?"

"Yeah. You too?"

"Blah, couldn't get in to the right mood. So just gave up. But what about your project?"

"Oh yeah. We got a real good start."

"Great!" Oh, that poor naïve smile.

"But I gotta get going now, thanks for the hospitality!"

"Oh, you're leaving already? Come here!"

What?

She actually rose from the sofa, walked up to me and gave me a warm hug. I returned it awkwardly.

What an affectionate person. The complete opposite of Ulla.

"Don't be a stranger now! Any work friend of Ulla's is always welcome!"

"...thanks..."

The continued irony of this situation was getting a bit too much for me. I put on my jacket and left the happily waving Henrika. This should have been plenty of time for Ulla to hurriedly put her clothes back on. I hope.

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Finally home again.

What a day.

First, a kick to the groin, followed by **** stress with Maria. Then some stress relief with Gretchen... And the once again a lot of stress with Ulla. That got a happy ending though. I think?

Either way, this, combined with yesterday... so freaking much had happened in such a short amount of time. I was dead tired again.

I was all ready to just feed Mickey and go to sleep.

But no. Still a couple of things I had to take care of. First, Maddy.

What happened today with Maria can't happen again. I called her. She picked up right away.

"Ja- Mr. Dingle. What is it?"

"It's me Maddy, no need to be Lori right now."

"Oh, okay. So... Was... How did you feel about my performance?"

"Yeah, we need to just go over a couple of more rules. I need you to stay professional, like completely, whenever I make the call."

"...mmm, okay?"

"Just try to act only like an FBI agent would act."

"...Jack, I will... but, you know, I'm not sure what we are actually doing here..."

Okay, I guess asking her to act like an FBI agent without a valid reason was a bit weird.

"If I want the phone call to turn, let's say, suggestive... I'll give a clear sign about it, okay?"

She giggled. "You've got some very specific tastes, I gotta say."

Well, now this meant I actually HAD to have phone sex with Lori at some point.

...Which was bad why?

Why not now?

Oh yeah, I was way too tired for it. Some other night.

"So wait, Maddy, let me get this straight. You are actually okay with all this? With what I'm asking you to do?"

"...Well, it's not that bad. It's just a bit of fun I think. And I still need to make it up for you. So I... If it... gets you off, why not..."

"You don't feel like you're cheating on Michelle?"

"...I already did worse than that... speaking of which, I was meaning to call you today anyway. Me and Michelle talked. Not about the forest path thing. But about you, and... well, there's a lot of unresolved issues. We agreed we should definitely meet again with you. This weekend preferably. Can you come over again?"

I was planning to anyway.

"Saturday okay?" I asked.

"Yeah saturday works!"

With that, we said our goodbyes and I hung up. Yeah, things were progressing all over the place.

Which got me thinking.

What was my actually endgame with all of this?

Yeah, I wanted to subjugate my entire office and all the bitches around me... But then what? Well, paradise, of course. But what would that actually look like? Would I still be at my dead-end job, live in my crappy apartment and keep fucking these bitches on the fly?

Or could I dream of something bigger now?

...

Yeah, no matter how many times I thought about this, all things seemed naturally to point to one direction.

I had to become the boss of Mirage. The boss of the magazine.

Then I could do anything with it.

Who said we had to stay a fashion magazine?

Yeah, the possibilities were endless...

But I wouldn't be happy unless I wasn't the boss. If I wasn't in control of everything and everyone around me.

Which meant I needed to start planning in that direction now. Naturally, it was Maria who stood in my way again. There was nothing more important than progressing with her. For my safety and for my true plans.

Yeah, things started becoming more and more clear for me.

But things take time. I'm not going to come up with a perfect plan right now. I need sleep.

But not quite yet.

Yes yes, ACTA time.

First things first: The orgasm lock on Ulla was available. No reason not to activate it.

And as for traits... Quite the jackpot. A new trait for both Ulla and Henrika. Excellent.

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Ulla's new trait:

-THE TRASHY DRESSER-

ROUTE A -EXHIBITIONISM

-I HAVE TO WEAR THAT? OKAY...-

The subject will get intense sexual pleasure based on how embarrassing their clothes/outfit is. The more trashy, perverse or sexual it is, the more their lust will keep growing exponentially.

ROUTE B -EXHIBITIONISM

-ELEGANT NO MORE-

The subject will get intense displeasure based on how elegant or how proper their outfit/attire is. This displeasure will only lessen when the subject wears more revealing or trashy/slutty attire. This effect will ramp up slowly over time, until only the most perverse outfits won't give any displeasure.

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Henrika's new trait:

-SUGARBABY-

ROUTE A -WHORE

-GIVE ME SOME SUGAR-

If the user gives the subject a material gift, the subject will feel unavoidable need to reciprocate with physical actions. More expensive the gift, the bigger the physical exchange.

For example: The user gives the subject a cup of coffee. The subject will reciprocate with a hug.

For example: The user gives the subject a car. The subject allows the user to use their body freely for 12 hours.

ROUTE B -****

-BINDING CONTRACT-

The user is able to buy the subject's body completely for themselves, forever. They just have to pay the correct price.

NOTE: The moment you click this option, the app will show the exact numerical value in dollars that the subject considers their body is worth. Every person on planet has this value, even if they think they wouldn't sell themselves no matter what. When the user presents this exact amount of money to the subject and says "I want to buy you", the subject will be unable to say no. Everyone around the user may disapprove of this slavery, but they will consider it legally bounding and normal.

NOTE: The numerical value for the subject is highly dependent on the subject's own philosophies and self-worth. The price has been known to be as high as multiple billions or as low as few hundred dollars. The numerical value is possible to change over time if the subject's viewpoints change.

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Whew... the first three options were pretty straight-forward, but the last one... the binding contract... That was a huge gamble.

What if it was hundreds of millions? When would I ever get that money? How could I even lower the price, what's the process for that?

Okay, but the thought of owning her...

Either way. Time to choose again.