Socialite…

I guess? It seemed the most likely to succeed. Invisible would be more useful, but only if I could actually master her, which would not be easy and would leave her totally dependent upon me for all interaction. Vengeful might be fun, but seemed actively counter-productive at my goal of rehabilitating her. Socialite might do it. Attention Whore was a bit tricky, but if I could get her back on track, then connect her with Asa, that might strengthen my influence with Gotham’s elite.

It would also help her get out…and recover.

Maybe Asa’s concerns were messing with me more than I thought.

I hadn’t made any fucking progress on the pimp problem until I had Diamond to bounce things off of and I hadn’t made any progress on the rebuilding project until I involved the others. Kat was making inroads with Jewelz and Harley had handled Zsasz, though those had been my idea.

I needed people to talk to about this, or I’d lose my mind, or just get stuck in loops. But the only people I could trust were the ones with maxed out SP and if I told them…especially since…I could stop. I could delete them from the app. I could free them. I just…wasn’t choosing to.

With Rapetoy--christ, I was calling her that in my head, that was justifiable, at least to me. Penelope and probably Alyce were the same. Harley, Firefly, Ventriloquist, Jenna, Poison Ivy, Jinx, Una, Clayface, Bridgette, and Jamilah, maybe even Kat could be justified. But the rest?

Well, I’d see what Asa said.

Most of the rest of the day passed in a blur. The male Firefly was finally allowed topside and promptly managed to start a small fire, but we stopped him before he could ruin anything and he was confined again. More paperwork, a couple of burnt books I’d replace out of my own pocket, but no real damage.

One of the other female inmates tried to flirt to get multiple books, but that didn’t work. Harley had returned the books I’d given her through the doctor, as Penelope told me, instructing me to deliver more to her. Which I did, along with another note, “Enjoy these.”

I got another +1 SP, but despite picking the porniest books I had, no ability to Orgasm Lock her, or any ability to know what she was doing, as she apparently wasn’t that aroused. Annoying..

I felt…furious. Scared. Even though I’d made a lot of progress and was up to 6 credits, only three to go to the Intimidating Presence upgrade, everything felt unsteady. I felt unsteady. Even ten years as a cop hadn’t prepared me for the shit of the last few weeks and, Diamond, Asa and Kianna were my fucking foundation. With that threatened, I felt…unbalanced.

Thank fucking god, there was a text from Asa on my phone, telling me to come see her that evening. There was also an email from Jasmine, informing me Batman had recovered whatever Jinx had stolen, and returned it to the company, so no real harm done. It also talked about gratitude and finishing our meeting later…

Besides the dead and the property damage, which she didn’t even mention. She did ask when we could…conclude the meeting that had been interrupted. I pointed her back to Diamond. Another message from Diamond asked me to stop by when I could.

I stopped by and was shocked to get a massive hug from Andre. I was even more shocked to feel his little prick hard against me as he whispered, “Thank you, thank you, thank you, bull, thank you for saving them!” In fact, I was to later discover, it was just his chastity cage, but it felt like he was quite hard, if oddly shaped.

I got a similar, though much more pleasant hug from Diamond and an open-mouthed kiss that sent little shocks through me, hardened my dick and had her grinding against me. When she pulled away, I could see Andre, awkwardly shifting and staring openly. I also saw a glimmer of movement out of the corner of my eye, but nothing I could discern.

We had a quick meal with their son, as their daughter ‘Romy’ had run off to meet with friends. The kid seemed nice, excited about college, which I couldn’t really relate to, or provide info on. My only experience with the colleges was getting called in when there was something the campus police didn’t want to deal with, or providing support for various crowd control operations.

It was a bit awkward, but not a real problem. The meal was good, made by her housekeeper, who I also met. In a perfect world, she would have been hot too. Fucking her might have gotten me a NTR Master upgrade, but she was in her sixties and quite overweight, and not particularly healthy. Not something I was pursuing.

We said our goodbyes and I drove over to Asa’s, where I would find out what our future held.