Tame Zoe to get to her friends, pimp out Mom [low- route]

You hear movement from the floor above your head: someone moving around between rooms, as well as some doors being opened and closed. You guess it was your mother briefly entering your room and then returning to hers. Was she really ready to comply with your request that quickly? You thought for sure she'd dig in and rebel a little bit more. But then, you had welted her ass pretty thoroughly. Maybe she'd be feeling extra agreeable for a while. You recall that spanking was one of her top fetishes.

Glasses or no glasses, you just can't see yourself actually trying to get with your own mother. That's a little too much for you. Still, you want to keep her out of your hair while you focus on your actual interests; keep her occupied with something. Ideally something that keeps money coming into the house and keeps her from trying to reassert herself in the new home dynamics you're building.

The thing that makes the most sense is obvious: double down on her whoring and damage her reputation. Feed into her natural fetishes with you holding the leash and collecting the cash. She's hardly likely to put up much fight. You can think of a few friends, and maybe some of their fathers, who would pay good money to fuck your mom.

With that more or less settled for now, you turn your thoughts to Zoe and head for the stairs.

You humiliated her. You know that. You know she got off on it but also know she won't be done fighting. Not Zoe; she's as stubborn as they come. And the two of you have had a sort of rivalry that, while usually amicable, had gotten heated a few times over the years. You decide there's a very real chance she will ambush you with a quick bout of "Think Fast" in a **** attempt to get you to destroy all evidence of her loss.

Under normal circumstances, she'd be all-but guaranteed to win. You're a fair bit bigger but you're not that much stronger and while you both took martial arts classes as children, she didn't quit in sixth grade like you did and has become seriously competent.

You open Zoe's phone—it's set to remain unlocked at home, which is convenient—and respond to Natalie how you think Zoe might. 'Yeah, come on over!'

Roughly 20 minutes to convince Zoe to help you fuck her friend. That was doable, yeah? Yeah, why not? You wanted to avoid a scenario where you outright **** anyone; that was going to be way more trouble than any pair of glasses could sort out, and it really wasn't your style anyway... unless the girl was in fact super into it. Then maybe.

At the top of the stairs, you encounter a few closed doors. Yours, your mother's, and Zoe's.