Sleep through the night and join Rick for breakfast in the morning

You wake slowly, stretching your petite body across Rick's enormous bed. Sunlight streams through floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the luxurious master suite. Rick is already up, his side of the bed empty but still warm. You giggle, remembering the wild night's adventures—seducing Maria, setting up the gala infiltration plan, and sending Mandi to help Becky with Marcus.

Grabbing your phone from the nightstand, you check the Perfect Girlfriend App, excitement bubbling through you when you see the notification:

[MIDNIGHT SNACK — COMPLETED!]

[+30 BABE BUCKS ADDED]

"Yay!" you squeal, bouncing on the bed. Your total now shows 75 Babe Bucks—still a long way from the 500 needed for the Return Ticket, but progress is progress!

You slip into one of Rick's dress shirts, the fabric drowning your tiny frame as you pad barefoot toward the kitchen. The smell of coffee and bacon guides you, your stomach rumbling in anticipation.

"Good morning, Princess," Rick calls when you enter the kitchen. He stands at the stove wearing only pajama bottoms, his hairy beer belly protruding over the waistband as he flips pancakes.

"Morning, Daddy!" you chirp, bouncing over to plant a kiss on his stubbled cheek.

Before you can settle at the breakfast bar, the elevator chimes. Moments later, Becky and Mandi burst into the penthouse, both still wearing last night's clothes but looking thoroughly disheveled.

"Oh my GOD, Ashley!" Becky squeals, rushing toward you with Mandi in tow. "You will not BELIEVE what happened with Marcus!"

Mandi giggles, her enormous F-cups bouncing beneath her rumpled blouse. "We totally broke him!"

Rick raises an eyebrow but continues cooking as the girls flank you, talking over each other in their excitement.

"He was like, super serious at first," Becky explains, twirling her messy pigtail. "All 'this isn't proper' and stuff."

"But then I showed him my boobs," Mandi interjects proudly, "and Becky went down on him, and he stopped arguing!"

"Now he's totally on board with helping you get into Mommy's charity thing!" Becky finishes triumphantly.

You clap your hands excitedly, but before you can respond, the elevator chimes again. This time Matt emerges with Maria following behind. Unlike the bubbly girls, they both look subdued. Matt wears a satisfied smirk, while Maria's professional demeanor has crumbled completely—her hair mussed, walking with a slight wince, wearing what looks like borrowed clothes too small for her mature figure.

"Hey Dad," Matt nods casually, as if showing up for breakfast after a night of debauchery is perfectly normal.

Maria hovers uncertainly at the edge of the kitchen, her eyes downcast, clearly overwhelmed by the bizarre family dynamics she's been thrust into.

"Maria looks super tired, Daddy," you observe with innocent concern. "Maybe you should take care of her and make her comfortable? She helped me sooooo much last night."

Rick's eyes narrow slightly at "helped me," but his expression softens as he looks at Maria's disheveled state. Setting down his spatula, he crosses to her, enveloping her smaller frame in his bearlike embrace.

"Come sit down, love," he murmurs, guiding her to the breakfast bar. "You're family now. No need to stand on ceremony."

Maria melts into his touch, relief washing over her features as she realizes she hasn't crossed some unforgivable line. Rick pours her coffee, adding cream exactly how she likes it—a detail that speaks to their seven years of professional intimacy now transformed into something else entirely.

"Now," Rick announces, returning to his pancakes, "who's hungry?"

"Me, me, me!" you bounce excitedly, your D-cups jiggling beneath the thin fabric of the borrowed shirt, your transformed mind focusing entirely on food and the pleasant ache between your legs—remnants of the night's adventures.

10:45 | Tuesday 5 Aug 2025 | Rick's Penthouse, London

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