Sure, that’s why I spent one of my 2 double-choice options to get Bitch and ’s Regret.

I hadn’t agonized for long, but long enough that I felt silly asking “Are you decent?”

“Never, but I’ve got my top back on.”

“Damn,” I walked out carrying a rag, and smiled at her. “Sorry about that, Frannie and sorry about your soup.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll run out and get you some more.”

Jesus, this bitch just didn’t give up. “Sure, that would be great,” I was cleaning the soup of the floor and asked her to grab me another rag from the kitchen, which she did. +1 SP (Frannie +2) While she was gone, I ‘bumped’ the table and her purse ‘fell’ to the ground and spilled out everything. I flicked over…dammit, she wasn’t aroused enough for Weak In The Knees.

I quickly activated the sound recorder on my phone, as Frannie came back out, to find me staring at her spilled belongings. “Uh, Frannie? Why’d you bring three bottles of hooch and a gigantic strapon to visit me? The chicken soup, I understand, but…”

“Those are my personal belonging and none of your business! They’ve got nothing to do with you!”

“Okay…”

“And if you tell anyone about this, then I’ll have you guarding Killer Croc’s cell!”

“I may need to talk to HR about this…because it doesn’t look great.”

“You’re not talking to HR about shit! They won’t believe anything you say. Fuck subtle, fuck games, fuck ****. I’m the boss, you’re the bitch, bend over that fucking bed, bitch and I’ll make you scream!”

I pulled out my phone, and played back the conversation. She lunged and I jerked back, but smirked, “It’s streaming to the cloud,” which it actually was, that was just an automatic feature. I was glad I’d gotten the backup phone though, just in case.

She looked at me. “What if I just bend your ass over that bed and **** you until you cum and record the whole thing? Then you reveal me, I reveal you for a sissy little bitch? How’s that sound to you?”

“Sounds like maybe I should scream. The walls here aren’t that thick. When I fucked my ex, I had turn the music way up, or everyone would hear.”

She glared at me, all fire. “Of course, that does mean you can’t do shit to me either.”

“Except report you to HR, or the cops, or Vikki Vale.”

She glared. “That tape ain’t magic. I’ll deny it, claim it’s a deepfake. It’ll take months to sort out and you’ll suffer for it, I promise.”

“Relax, Frannie. I’m not pushing this too far. All I want is what you already promised, to help me with my proposal and support it with the higher ups.”

She hadn’t promised that last part. But she frowned. “Fuck. Fine.” +15 SP (Frannie +17) Something else flashed, but I pushed it away.

“And one other thing.”

“Don’t push it.”

“Relax, Frannie, it’s just a handjob, I’m not trying to make you a bitch, just want us back to even.”

“What the fuck?”

“You wanted to hurt me, I want you to make me feel good, seems like a reasonable punishment to me.”

She glared at me. “You do those three things, and I’ll delete the recording and we can go back to being friends.”

“I know that’s a lie, but here’s what isn’t, I’m not sliding down the **** path to bitchdom. These three things are all you get. You come at me with that tape again, I’ll shoot you dead.” +8 SP (Frannie +25)

I shivered. I fucking believed her.

“Well, then it’s a good thing I plan to keep my end of our deal.” And I did. Of course, I had another recording of the bitch confessing to **** and had some plans for it.

“Then get your fucking dick out.”

“Oh, no, not here.”

“Where?” she asked suspiciously.

“Well, you tried to do this to me somewhere I felt safe and powerful, I think you should do this for me somewhere you feel safe and powerful.”

“I’m happy to take you home.”

“No…I don’t think so. Not going there until we’re friends again.”

“Then where?”

“Your office. Tomorrow. Then we’ll be friends again and we can go out for those drinks on Friday, just like you planned.” Her glare was hateful, she was going to say no. “Maybe I’ll even bring along one of my bitches,” I flicked open my phone--shit I really had to get images of Kat in there, this would have been a lot easier that way. Instead, I opened the texting app and pulled up Kianna’s latest text, keeping just the image on the screen and smiled, her new wardrobe had arrived. I turned it around to her:

She stared at the women, lusting after the incredibly hot piece of ass I had. Still not aroused enough for Weak In The Knees though. But Friday, her Cuckqueen trait should mean that watching Kianna and I go at it should get her dripping. Then I’d just need to get Kianna out of the way to activate Weak In The Knees would it stay on if someone else was around? A Helpful Hint informed me that it would not remain active without an upgrade. Shit. Well, I should have some credits again at the end of this…

“Of course, I get mine without needing to **** or **** them. Which is why you don’t need to worry about--”

“Fine--competition. Don’t even tell me her fucking name, so I can’t do shit except fuck the bitch, better than your measly dick ever could!”

“Deal. We each get an hour with the cunt, then put her in the middle of the room and each of us call her.”

“Winner gets to keep the bitch.”

“Sure. I’ll even let you go last.”

“Confident fucker, ain’t ya?”

I grinned back, “But if I’m putting one up for risk, I expect you to do the same at our next meeting. We can schedule it when we meet at your place on Friday.”

She grinned. “Deal.” No point gain, she really thought she’d win.

”Which means we have to be friends again by Friday.”

She grimaced. “Fucking fine. But if you try anything funny, your punishment will be a lot worse than just a handjob to get yourself back to even. We’ll get it out of the way at the start of your shift.” +10 SP (Frannie +35)

“Sounds good.”

“Then I’ll see you.”

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” I asked.

I viciously **** us to review my proposal though, which got me a single point up to 36 SP and some actually helpful suggestions. What I needed was two proposals. One for Alyce and one for Penelope. Francine would support it either way. Alyce could do as she pleased, but if both the head of medical and head of security agreed, she was unlikely to veto it, unless she had a strong reason to. So I just needed to convince one of them.

For Penelope, it needed to be about reinforcing her **** treatments and testing their behavior in social settings, but Alyce needed it focused on the disciplinary aspects. The more privileges it was possible to gain, the more privileges it was possible to take away.

Frannie was actually quite good at this.

As she read through the proposal, I checked the options. For the first time, an option returned:

True Redemption: Frannie instantly realizes the error of her ways, goes to the police and turns herself in for all her crimes, she won’t mention any of yours though. She’ll be killed before she comes to trial, but dies with a clear conscience.

No, wait, that wasn’t quite the same…it referenced not mentioning any of my crimes. That was a bit of a kick in the balls though.

Information Rapetoy: In addition to cumming, every time Frannie is ****, she will be willing to use her information network to attempt to find out one thing for you about someone other than herself. Her network consists of cops, ex-cops, and her victims, so it’s not unlimited. Odds of anyone getting caught are minimally reduced from what they would be on average.

Rival’s Compete, Bitches Lose: Every time you defeat her in some sort of competition, she becomes more of your willing submissive bitch.