There’s some Whores in This House

Hello everyone I have been writing this for a while bouncing ideas around changing a bunch cause I didn’t like the way I took it but I wanted to get something published to continue this story. I hope you enjoy it. If you have any ideas or changes you’d like me to make in the next part. Or even which direction you think I should follow shoot me a message I would love to try and make something you would like to read.

Moments ago

Ruby Caddel got out of her car and looked down at her outfit.

“Hmph,” she grumbled.

Hating how getting in a car left her slightly disheveled. She quickly straightened her ankle-length skirt and adjusted the sleeves of her flower-covered blouse.

As she smoothed out her clothes, Ruby found herself reflecting on something her mother used to tell her when she was young:

“Do your best, and good things will always come your way.”

She murmured the phrase out of habit. Even at 45, her mother’s words had never left her. Whenever life felt overwhelming, Ruby would repeat them like a quiet anchor, grounding her in moments of doubt. Her mother’s simple wisdom still shaped the way she moved through the world.

She grabbed her purse, empty bottle of water in the console and headed for the door of the small apartment she had called home for the past ten years. As she walked, she wondered just how closely she had lived by that mantra. She was an active member of the city council, worked at a modest credit union where she helped the community however she could, and volunteered regularly at the local soup kitchen. She lived alone, with no children, but she never felt lonely. She didn’t need anyone else to feel whole. She had built a life that made her proud, a life that reflected the best version of herself.

Helping others had always been Ruby’s goal. Even tonight, she was just stopping home for a moment before heading off to volunteer at the local school.

“Honestly, I’m glad I live alone during weeks like this,” she said to herself. “I can barely keep up with everything as it is—I don’t know how I’d manage with anyone else around.”

Just as she reached her front door and fished in her purse for her keys, the door next to hers flew open.

“Fuck me. He better not try anything. Last thing I want is him coming on to me again,” a voice muttered.

Ruby blinked, needing a second to register who it was. That awful girl, her neighbor’s daughters friend or something like that. She’d had to call the police on them once for blasting music at an obscene volume for hours. Ruby didn’t mind music, even if it wasn’t her taste, but she had a critical council meeting the next morning and needed her rest.

She didn’t like to judge people, but that girl had definitely made a bad first impression. Still, thinking back on it now, it struck her as odd someone with such a clear eye for fashion blasting hard rock at full volume. Then again, she reminded herself, tastes don’t always line up neatly. Anyone can like any kind of music.

As Ruby looked her up and down, she couldn't help but notice the woman’s impeccably stylish Gucci flats.

-10 Demure +10 Bougie

Ruby barely had time to ask, “Is everything okay?” before the door slammed shut.

What just happened?

The girl was clearly upset. Ruby stood still, trying to make sense of the encounter.

What did she know, exactly? The woman had muttered something about a man—something about him possibly trying something. Should Ruby call the police again? She hesitated. Her relationship with the neighbors was already strained; another call might only make things worse.

Maybe this was something she could handle on her own.

Then Ruby wondered: did the girl even want help?

“She looked like a woman of the night—albeit a very classy one,” Ruby mused. “Still… she had impeccable taste. Those Christian Louboutin heels had to be over two thousand dollars.”

“I’ll take matters into my own hands,” she decided.

Ruby approached the door of Apartment 102, a tad nervous about confronting that woman again. But something tugged at her. As unpleasant as the girl was, Ruby couldn’t let a man hurt her—if that’s what was happening.

Knock knock.

She knocked briskly, hoping someone would answer quickly so she could clear her conscience and get on with her day.

After just one moment the door swung open rather quickly.

*****

Back inside

Camille’s eyes darted to the computer the second that Mr. Rindquist ran away to see who was at the door.

“Time to see what that pervert was looking at” I threw my fur coat down on the chair to keep my legs from touching anywhere that creep was.

Looking over the screen, I read: Master PC: Brain Rot Edition. Where slang shapes the world around you. The little genie in the corner seemed to have a mischievous look on his face.

I couldn’t help but wonder why Mr. Rindquist seemed so obsessed with this program. Maybe if I messed with it a bit I could understand.

As I set down in the chair I saw a new pop up on the tiny little laptop.

New Subject Detected.

A huge smile crept across my face “I think I found the perfect person to experiment with.”

*****

“Oh... Mr. Rindquist…” I stammered, surprised to see him so soon.

“Yes, Miss Caddel, I have told you before you can call me Alfred i don’t bite” which immediately drew everything alright? I apol—”

“I don’t mean to disturb you,” Ruby interrupted, “but I saw that girl who just left.”

“Then she came back in, and… well, she seemed upset. I just wanted to make sure-“

+25 WAP

“-that ummmmmmm” Ruby trailed off as she bit down hard on her lower lip. Feeling lightheaded as all the blood seemed to head lower.

Her panties flooded as a towel appeared in her underwear.

Ever since she was diagnosed with a disease that caused all liquids she ingested to increase her vaginal lubrication and as such made her have a few urges. That bottle of water she had on the car ride home wasn’t doing her any favors.

Mr Rindquist was caught off guard by the woman’s sudden moan. “. .Are you alright?”

Ruby got ahold of herself and looked up at the awkward man with, unbeknownst to her, for the first time in her life a bit of lust.

+40 Looksmaxxing

The world seemed to vibrate for a second to as her outfit shifted to fit the new her sleeves creeping up before disappearing entirely turning the outfit from sleeved blouse to spaghetti strap tank top, chest letting up and nose changing slightly shrinking down after all she had to go under the knife to fix the unsightly nose she used to have.

She had always attempted to use her connections to charity work to build her status in the community and be someone. Sometimes she needed a little help. Going to the gym an hour a day was her way of shaping up her body but sometimes she needed help in ways the gym couldn’t provide.

Ruby looked down at her outfit maybe it was too revealing. Thinking back to her mothers words again.

“Look your best so good things will always come your way. Do your best to look high-class and no one will ever think your crass”

“As I was saying-”

*****

Camille was entranced by the program in front of her. “Could this think really alter people like it looked like?” She wondered “

She just made that Karen outside into someone different if the model on the screen was to be believed.

She couldn’t believe it was something Lara’s dad would have even dreamed of leaving alone.

“Wait.” She yelped out loud “ Did he do anything to me? Just to be safe” she put her hands on her chin monologging to herself “I bet I can mess with both of them”

Let me look at this subjects in the area and see if I can find him.

When suddenly a pop up shot open.

Warning: it appears you are not the authorized user of this program please give the computer back to the authorized user of The Master PC Brainrot edition.

Ignoring the note Camille quickly shut down the pop up and went back to her quest. Maybe this will distract the those two so I can keep this fun new program.

****

-I just want to see if there’s anything I could do to help. Could she come out so I could speak to her? Just to check if she’s okay?” Ruby said maybe she could turn on her charm some to speed this up. Her condition was making her need to stop by her bedroom before she headed out for the evening

“Look Miss Caddell-

Drip on

• I think it would be best for everyone if we just left her alone for the time being” Mr Rindquist defeatedly muttered as his khaki shorts began shifting The fabric darkened gradually as it crept down his legs reaching his now perfectly made Italian leather shoes that had replaced his old worn out sneakers. “She’s a bit of a hot head and I don’t know if I am in the mood to deal with her” while his cheap, wrinkled polo shirt began to shift, threads tightening, the whole outfit realigning as the fabric morphed into the finest quality money can buy. In moments, it had become a perfectly tailored pinstripe suit, the sharp lines hugging his frame with precision, the collar crisp, the jacket tapering smoothly at the waist as if it had been custom-made for him in a high-end shop in Milan.

All this was completely lost on Ruby she knew she wasn’t sure how she didn’t notice Mr Rindquists incredible style before. Maybe he had some fashion designer in his family or something. It was honestly amazing it made him look almost attractive. Her eyes lingered longer than they should have, heat curling low in her stomach it took her a second before she realized she was lingering a little to long between what was said. I need to focus on the problem at hand”

“Look two seconds is all -

WAP + BUCKET & MOP

-I ask for come with me to my apartment Alfred!” Ruby almost screamed as her juices were streaming down her legs and on to the porch steps-under her. The reason for coming to the door was promptly forgotten she needed to take care of her medical emergency and Alfred would have to do. “Alfred I need you to follow me! I’ve made a mess due to my condition and need your help I have my emergency mop next to my front door and-

*****

“Haha” Camille was loving this “wait what about this -

Camille found something that might get Mr Rindquist out of the house for awhile and not thinking about this program

Ruby Throne Alfred

Alfred throne Ruby

• oh man this ought to be fun-

Rubys in her Slut Era

-Or maybe even”

"Uhf. Did I pass out?” Came a noise from the hall way

Camille froze with her fingers on the keys. She was so caught up in messing with the neighbor she lost rack of time. “This could be a problem. I don’t want to be kicked out yet I need to keep access to this program longer, I want to mess with more people”

“Wait, Camille what are you doing on my dad’s laptop?”

“Oh Lara ummm. . .well I was -

Bzzzzt

The sharp vibration from her phone broke the tension. She grabbed it from the couch beside her and glanced at the screen: a new message from Georgia lit up in bold text.

HERE. Get Lara and come on.

“Actually, nothing important,” she said quickly, forcing a casual tone. “Just messing around on my socials while I waited. Georgia’s outside—are you good to go?”

“Yea let’s head out.” Lara said “ turning away and gathering her things

While she was distracted Camille swiftly closed the laptop and tucked it into her bag of liquor failing to notice the timed pop up on the screen.

This is your final warning any more uses of the Master PC Brain Rot edition without approval of main user will result in a punishment.