Find Pricilla

Both you and Stella rush into the gym, partners in crime now, bonded together forever thanks to a super traumatic event of your own making. The gym is decorated to the 9's with streamers, and balloons, and the snack table is covered in rubber spiders and punch bowls. Halloween is tonight, you'd almost forgotten.

Up above you hear slow clapping. Villainous, slow clapping. Pricilla is up in the rafters, standing far out of your reach. The only way you could get to where she is, is by climbing up the rope... so pretty much unreachable. "So you finally figured it out did you?" She says with with a self satisfied tone.

"Oh no." You whisper to Stella.

"What?"

"She's being snide, that means she knew we were coming." You point up at the rafters, and yell. " I know you stole a page out of my book."

"Stole?" She balks at the word, as if it offends her very nature. "Who do you think I am, Joe Biden with the election?"

"Pricilla!" You yell back. "There's no evidence of voter fraud! There's been sixty court cases! What more proof do you need!"

She leans over the railing manically. "I don't find the evidence convincing! I'm just glad the states are taking election security seriously!"

You sputter. "The laws the states are passing aren't about election security, they're about voter suppression! Primarily people of color! Closing polling on Sundays? That's the biggest voting day for black Americans! These policies are racist!"

"The democrats are racist!"

"Oh come on! The last time a majority of white people voted for a democratic nominee was before they passed The Voting Rights Act, you can not tell me the migration of white voters to the republican party is not a reaction to that!"

"It's a reaction to job insecurity brought on by globalization instituted by the Dems! Working class Americans have been moving red for decades, because you've abandoned them. Republicans are the working class party now!"

You shake your head. "I don't buy that! The middle class has shrunk because of Reganomics, it solved a recession that we were going to get out of anyway. The wealth gap is bigger than ever! 83 cents out of every dollar of the Trump Tax Cuts went to that top 1%, republicans hate unions, and regulation."

"Guys." Stella says calmly, feeling that the plot of this story took a drastic shift away from smut, and there wasn't that much in the story to begin with. "I think we should focus on the fact that Pricilla has a piece of paper that could end the world."

"Yeah!" Pricilla roars, waving it above her head.

"Fine fine." Your roll up your sleeves. "I just think if you're so worried about election security you should support H.R 1, The For The People Act. It'll do a lot to make elections more fair and equitable. Not to mention secure."

Pricilla snorts. "That bill is just a blatant power grab to federalize elections, and steal power from the republicans!"

"In that past 30 years Republicans have one the popular vote one time! The majority of Americans oppose your ideas, and the only way you can stay relevant is by abusing a system that supports minority rule to begin with! We can't stand for that! If you can't compete in the market place of ideas you don't deserve to be a party! If you want to support your party, and conservativism make it so your party actually has to compete with other ideas." You take a deep breath, and step off your soap box. "Okay, okay I just think people ought to call their senators about H.R 1 is all."

"I gave you The Rulebook!" Pricilla shouts out.

"What?" You gasp, taking a step back, clutching your chest, doing everything you can to make it clear that you're shocked. Shocked!

"I was going to save that reveal for later, but anything to keep you from talking about The For The People Act."

"I just think our democracy is facing an existential threat, and it needs to be met with a bold response." You grumble. "You never gave me to book, it just appeared... no, no it's impossible."

"Nothing's impossible with the book, I'm sure you've noticed. I've been playing with it for a hundred years. I used it to make me young, and perverted forever. Two Girls One Cup, that was me. I created the internet, just so everyone could get access to porn."

"You're my hero!" You cry out, tears in your eyes, a feeling a great betrayal hanging about you. Everything you'd done to the students at your school was some kind of experiment for an immortal chick? "Please explain what's going on, I don't get it."

"Well after a hundred years of everything allowed Sex, I got kind of bored. I thought about killing myself, kind of like the end of The Good Place."

"I've never seen it."

She shrugs. "Ah, well. Spoiler alert. Life without challenge is meaningless. I had everything I wanted with no effort. So without any desires left to indulge, I decided to find satisfaction elsewhere. I wanted to see what would become of the world if I gave it to one of my fellow perverts, you."

"How did you know I'd use it for sex?" You're curious.

"You're a teenage boy."

"Fair."

"Hentai babes, furries, I had no idea what you'd go with, and that made it all so exciting for me. Finally I got to witness the perversions of a god, without being in control! Of course I had to lay some ground work first. I changed your school around a bit, to make sure only adults would be involved."

Stella nods. "The all senior high school, makes a lot more sense now."

"Then before I handed the book over to you, I took a page out for myself, just in case you messed things up bad. I had a few other failsafe's put into place too. For instance, no changes made in The Rulebook will go through unless I approve them."

You gasp, fully clear now that your dominatrix friend is actually your truest enemy. "Like me resetting things back to the way they were."

"Exactly!" She leans back over the railing, equally as manic as last time.

"But why?"

She lets out a villainous laugh. "Because you're a genius Michael, a true pervert, and a delight to watch work. I mean, you don't have all the girls eating eachother's shit yet, but I think we can get you there by graduation. You see Michael, you think I snuck into your room so I could have a page from my book, but that's not true. I was stealing looks at your book." She reaches into the back pocket of her jeans, and produces your Little Black Book. "This thing, is what's got me so wet about you. Have you read this shit Stella?" Pricilla waves the book at your companion. "That stuff he has planned for you is just divine."

You growl and clench your fists. If only she wasn't so utterly out of reach. "Everything in there is a mistake Pricilla, I'm not going to go through with any of it."

Pricilla frowns. "What happen to you Michael? You were making sisters eat each other out a few weeks ago. Stella wishes that her hands are feet."

It's funny how something that was so hot in the moment, can now bring you such shame. "I've seen the trauma I've been causing my friends. It's not right Pricilla. Please, just let me reset everything, and you can have the book. Go bother someone else, just leave us alone."

"Are you kidding me?" The grey haired villain pouts. "After reading what you have in store for this school how could I go on? How could I ever forgive myself if I never saw The Dreamie Defender, or The Minotaur? No Michael, I'm not leaving you alone until I get everything I've read about in this book. "

You cross your arms. "Well I'm not going to do it. I don't care what happens to me. I'm never going to hurt any of the students ever again. "

Pricilla laughs, but after a while her chuckling dies down. She looks at you, and can tell you're dead serious. No amount of sex was going to move you from this position. "Unbelievable. A psycho like you suddenly finds his heart? That's some power you have there, Stella. Whatever you did to him, good job."

"She helped me see the truth. Using others to make myself feel powerful is a pathetic way to live."

"You weren't making yourself feel powerful Michael. You were powerful. And you're giving that all up, for what? So you can look at yourself in the mirror without feeling queasy? Wouldn't you rather be looking into Stella's gaping asshole? Or Brooke's. Or Stella's? Or all of them? Each yawning open and filled with gummi bears, and gummi worms, and other treats for you? That's the kind of depravity you'll never get with something as petty as self respect holding you back."

You shrug.

"Fine." Pricilla brings out a piece of paper from her back pocket. "I'll just have to fix this manually. I'm going to erase your memory of the last week, hopefully whatever magic Stella pulled on you will be gone by then. So if you two have something romantic to say to each other... don't bother"

'She's going to change a rule.' You realize all at once, it's exactly what you would do, if a student was resisting your will.

You can't make any changes to The Rulebook, since Pricilla apparently gets to decide which of your changes actually go through. There had to be something you could to remind yourself. She might check you for notes though, even in The Rulebook.

!

You grab a sharpie, and lift Stella's arm up. You look to the rafters and see Pricilla writing on her piece of paper. Gotta work fast. You drive your felt tip pin into Stella's armpit and write the only thing you can think of.