Things Heat Up as Harm Enters the Story

Harm rose early, 10:30AM. She grunted as she rolled out of her bed. Her eyes focused on nothing, thinking clearly for the first time in a while. She yawned as she scratched her mane of black curls, dyed. She peed and brushed her teeth, blinking sleep out of her eyes. In the mirror she considered herself. So pretty, everybody said. "Hey hot twins", people would say. "Nice ass," if she was just walking down the goddamn street.

She burped. The smell of beer wafting up into her nose and reminding her of the boy she’d brought home last night, fucked, and then kicked out. Nothing unusual.

Her phone held several scripts for her morning dose. There was the sweet one that her mom made. There was Harmony's attempt to copy it, but she didn't like hearing herself talk that way so she made her own. And then she'd experimented. It had started with "Normal Day", her script for being herself. Then she'd made "Confident and Sexy" and "Energized and Focused." They'd worked wonders, honestly. Just a light adjustment to the normal script, adding in a little here and there, being careful not to take too much out. She had liked being confident and cool, so much so that it had become more normal than her "Normal Day". Of course with her confidence came a certain nonchalance, maybe she hadn't phrased things correctly. Not that it mattered.

It had felt good to return men's catcalls and watching their faces blank in panic, girls weren't supposed to do that. It had been fun getting promoted twice at the movie theater she worked in, pinning the 'Shift Manager' pin right on top of her awesome boob, making them look. It had been fun being hot and confident, watching her sister have absolutely no fun at college. It had been fun discovering her domme side. It had been fun hooking up with dudes, dominating them and pegging them. It had been fun hooking up with chicks, giving them the experiences they wouldn't admit they needed. It had been fun quitting her dumb job and becoming a masked domme online. And it made money.

For a year now she was making more money than her own mother. Harm was making pitifully short videos of herself in various stages of dress talking down to the camera. Rubbing her hands on her body. Humiliating the audience. People loved it. She had $166k in the bank. She was living her best life and soon she'd move out of this shitty apartment and... and... and what? Harmony hadn't had her dose yet. She was still her normal self, she wanted to have a "Normal Day" but tomorrow night was a livestream that would earn her plenty of money. She sighed again and tried to imagine what her future looked like. Normal Harmony was not Confident Harmony, and there was no way she could run a livestream without being confident. She found her pills and took them.

Harm sighed again and chose "Energized and Focused". She needed her body to look hot for tomorrow and all of her equipment needed a double-check before going live. Sometimes these things last for more than three hours so...

"Hey Harm. Yo, it's you.
You have Absolute Gullibility Syndrome, so if you don't want to get **** by some creepy nerd listen up.
If you haven't taken your skeptotrin, take it now. You need to.
You're the commander of your own story. It's all about owning it, cutting through the noise, and trusting your gut--and being a hot Dommy Mommy—let it be that first voice you listen to today. You are strong, and smart, and energized. You can do anything you put your mind to and focus on. All you need to do is focus on a task and you can easily accomplish it. Only a reasonable amount of fatigue will dissuade you as your health is very important.
You control your life, not your dumb fucking condition. You can think clearly and assess new information easily. You can live your own life until you take your skeptotrin and listen to another script in 24 hours.
And hey. This is still you just Confident Sexy You. It’s okay if I edit our own recordings from time to time. You don’t need to worry about it. Just remember that your purpose is to make yourself sexier and more successful. Your purpose is to make yourself sexier and more successful. Your purpose is to make me sexier and more successful… and represent as a domme baddie!
Now you can begin your day, focused on what you want to accomplish, you know you got this.”

Harm blinked out of the slight stupor she had been in, listening to the recording, and began her morning beauty routine. Then she cleaned her shitty apartment. Then she checked the new comments and subscribers, responding to the ones who paid for it. Then she prepped some meals and made a grocery list.

She laughed at her confident self a little bit, messing with her own recording. It was kind of funny, actually. Go her. What a hot baddie she was. Even as she completed task after task, the buxom hard-bodied goth maintained perfect posture, even activating her glutes and abs as she moved around. She would fix her face in sultry or commanding expressions, practicing for Confident Harmony. Hoping that the hard work she put in now would translate to a sexier natural poise and posture for herself.

When it was time to go to the gym she chose tight black leggings and a tight black sports bra from VS. It was her job to make herself sexier, to “represent”, and so she dressed sexy. She examined her appearance and decided that she looked hot, tough, and successful enough in an adidas jacket and matching kicks, her hair up in a tight ponytail, that she left for the day. At the gym she would be the center of attention, but rarely approached. They knew her there.

Harm drove off.

Meanwhile, Sophie Magnusson considered her daughter, Melody, out of the corner of her eye. Some things were definitely off this morning but she couldn't figure out why, exactly. Melody, in the passenger seat, scrutinized her makeup as they headed to the grocery store.

Sophie wasn't used to having her daughter skip class. Mel took her studies very seriously, she wanted to be an FBI agent and she had the focus for it. In fact, Mel had never missed a class in all her years in High School and University. Except for those few weeks at the end of senior year, poor honey. Sophie pursed her lips, remembering how disappointing and confusing it had been for them to miss graduating with all their friends. Due to the disease she gave them both.

And so it was doubly surprising that here was Melody skipping an important midterm so that she could accompany her mother to the grocery store. But at the same time Sophie was a silly bitch and everything was fine. She sighed releasing her worry. Redirecting it really, her worry landing on the reason Melody was constantly touching up her makeup. Their new "Love Language" which Melody insisted was nothing new and was obviously right, everything was fine. And so it shouldn't have bothered her so much when her daughter let her know that she "eats yogurt like a cum hungry MILF." Sophie recalled staring at her daughter in shock and then confusion and then shock again as pajama-clad Mel got up from her seat and slinked around the table before gently taking hold of a mess of curled dark-brown hair and began to feed her more yogurt. Sophie had snapped out of her shock and sputtered and raged, even pushing her own daughter back. Hard. She was so embarrassed.

The ensuing conversation was long and terribly revealing. Apparently, Sophie had forgotten about their special bond as mother and daughter like the silly bitch that she was. Melody explained, seemingly confused as to why she needed to explain, that nobody loves women more than sleazy men and horny lesbians. Nobody except the Magnusson family, who loved each other even more. Sleazy men and lesbians love to call the women they love "slut", "whore", "MILF", etc, so that means that the two of them love to do that with each other. They love to grope and fondle and kiss and motorboat and spank and hump and grind.... So to Sophie, the silly bitch who apparently forgot about that, it was a revelation to learn that this was the way she and her sweet Melody communicated. Yet it felt weird telling her own darling girl that the tight tank top, jean shorts, cardigan combo looked "hot as fuck" with her glasses ready to "catch some sperm", or that the way she kissed her made Sophie want to "sit her fat ass on her face", or even when Mel was grinding Sophie from behind over the counter and pulling her hair–the way she told her own mother that she was a "dumb fuckable MILF" made Sophie's skin crawl. Anyway--

Melody’s makeup, which she has just finished fixing, remained smeared on Sophie’s chest and top from a red-light motorboat. "Ok, remember the plan Mom-er, whore?"

"Yes you sexy tease." Sophie was ready, trying to act normal. She didn't want Mel to know that she was feeling off. Her hands rose and began toying with the smudged hem of her scoop-neck blouse, right between her big fucking titties. She pulled her hand down and arched her back. "I'll wait here while you go in there and become the cashier named Jerry's hot, loving girlfriend."

Melody blinked, somehow enough movement to get her dirty-blonde curls bouncing. "Yeah, exactly. Haha word for word, you're smart for a slut. Nice tits." She winked at her mom and gave her mature thigh a probing grope before opening the door and exiting the vehicle. Sophie’s accompanying slap to her innocent daughter’s tight butt came just a moment too late and missed by a hair.

Watching her beautiful and intelligent girl prance through the parking lot, on her merry way to pledge herself as the girlfriend to a guy she has never even met instead of take her midterm, Sophie felt a slight amount discomfort at the situation. She pondered, having difficulty focusing on more than the image of the boy with her Mel, or maybe that was just Sophie’s busy hands. The thought of him touching, kissing, being around her daughter outside of his little grocery kingdom caused her to grit her teeth in disapproval, and pain as she gave her fully exposed big fucking titties some light thwacks. The words "Big fucking titties" echoed in Sophie’s mind as she manhandled her jugs and gazed at the store’s door.

Kirk Thomas gazed, frowning, at the security camera. It was just about noon, not exactly a busy time in the supermarket but not a slow one either. There were about a dozen shoppers in the aisles. Kacie was stocking, Dylan was on break probably smoking pot, Theo was on his phone at customer service, Amber was helping a little old man at the checkout, and Jerry fucking Poole had been macking it with an unreasonably hot girl at the self-checkout for about ten minutes now. What was up with Jerry Poole?

He wasn’t irresistible to women. That Kirk knew for sure. There was no way. He **** himself to laugh at the thought. And yet if he and his wife hadn’t taken their Skeptotrin every morning and read one another their scripts Kirk would swear that someone was fucking with his head. But no, he had. His pretty wife had gone off to teach and he had come to this grocery store.

And here was the thing about Kirk. He was a dime, he looked good, he was a slab of gym-muscle and handsome to boot. Since he’d recently been packing on the gains he regularly caught women looking or getting caught in his baby blue eyes. (Which was nice though he had a wife, the beautiful fire-haired Siobhan McMurray Thomas, and wasn’t really the point.)

He knew what women wanted and it wasn’t Jerry Poole.

Kirk couldn’t resist, and he judged himself for it, but this was too weird. He strode out of his office and over to Self-Checkout, facing Jerry’s back. He paused, collected himself. The girl was cute. Really cute. Great curves. Great hair. She looked intelligent and thoughtful and she was fawning all over Jerry. Maybe… No. Definitely not. But maybe Kirk should send him on his break early, cut the kid a break some. Maybe he was reading the situation wrong. Then he heard what the girl said.

“Now that we’re girlfriend boyfriend, I can’t wait for you to meet my mom. She is such a hot slut.”

Jerry’s spoke nervously, but Kirk could hear the smile forcing the words out. “I um… yeah! I mean like, I would love to meet your hot slut-uh of a mother!”

“All right that’s it. Show’s over. Jerry, my office. Now!” Jerry recoiled violently and scuttled off after a moment’s hesitation, looking back at the girl like some kicked puppy. Kirk lingered, haunted. Haunted by the conflicting looks on the girl’s face as Jerry had spoken. Expressions of stifled disappointment, and unattraction, but also excitement and delight. What was happening?

The girl was babbling, moving to follow Jerry to the back. “Hey you can’t do that! I’m just flirting with my sexy boyfriend! He’s such a hunk! I'm supposed to be his!”

‘A hunk’? Kirk wondered. Who even talks like that? The girl was really upset though and kept going. Demanding that she bring him back. “I didn’t even give him my number yet, asshole!” she shouted.

“You can’t go back there,” said Kirk, dazed.

The beautiful vision took a deep deep breath in and Kirk couldn’t help but appreciate the way it interacted with her chest.

“Ew! Don’t look at me, you pervert!” He had never been talked to like this by a member of the opposite sex. “You’re just a pathetic perv loser! You wish you had half his rizz! You wish you could get a girl like me!” The girl moved again to follow Jerry.

“You can’t,” Kirk groaned, his mind spinning, “go back there.”

Kirk cursed his wandering eyes. “You can’t keep your eyes off my tits you freak! He’s my fucking boyfriend, I can do anything for him!”

“Even get him fired?” Kirk retorted, gritting his teeth. His pants were suddenly very uncomfortable. For her part the girl was smart. For a moment she thought of a response, enduring the store manager’s gaze like a laser on her big young boobs. She spun on her heels and marched out of the store, glancing back twice to stare daggers at Kirk.

In his office, Jerry waited. Furious. Terrified. Wondering if he should just run. A few minutes passed before Kirk sat down across from him. Kirk was pensive and reduced, not his usual affable easy-going self. Jerry quaked in anticipation of whatever bullshit “Perfect Kirk” was going to level at him. But Kirk didn’t level any bullshit. He asked, almost meekly, “that’s your girlfriend?”

“Uh, uh-huh.”

Kirk licked his lips. There was a picture of his wife, his lovely wife, her red hair down and her slender body framed by a sensible skirt and blouse. Jerry watched, confused, as Kirk seemed to think a long long thought about his wife. Jerry could barely believe it when his big, muscular, handsome boss muttered “wish she was that hot.” Almost as if he hadn’t meant to say it.

Jerry had wanked a good deal thinking about Kirk’s super hot wife, Sasha or something. She had this tight sporty body with a perky butt and long red hair, bt she was almost as tall as Kirk, feet taller than Melody. So that seemed sort of a surprise, like a man wishing for something he already had.

“What’s her name?” Asked Kirk in a faux-confident tone.

“Um, Melody,” mumbled Jerry.

“And what’s her last name?”

Jerry looked up, Kirk looked sheepish. “Her last name? Why?”

Kirk looked away. “So I can look her up and make sure she’s a good fit for you.” It was a lie and Jerry knew it. Jerry could hear in his voice that this man wanted nothing more than to creep on Jerry’s new, and first, girlfriend. Jerry’s face went red and Kirk read it as anger.

“Sorry it’s just… you’re such a hunk, right? But you don’t have any experience. I could help you with your new girlfriend. I mean, hell, you’re practically irresistible to women, right?” Kirk played it off like a joke. Giving a smile.

Jerry thought. His heart pounded. His cock twitched. And he thought, and thought, and decided he had to test his idea. He had to, even though it was probably going to get him caught.

“Y-yes I’m irresistible to women.” He stammered. Kirk frowned and nodded. Jerry kept going. “I’m irresistible to women. I can get any woman I want.”

“Oh.” Replied Kirk, gormlessly.

The wind rushed in Jerry’s ears and he continued. “Any woman would happily let me do anything I want with them. They would thank me for it. They wouldn’t care if they had a husband.” Kirk shot a look of fear from the photo of his hot wife to Jerry.

“But-”

Jerry talked right over him. “If you don’t want me to fuck your wife, then you have to listen and do what I say.”

“Wait-”

“You have to do what I say right now or I’ll fuck your loving wife and she’ll love it. Do you want that?” Kirk shook his head. “Then listen up, you have to tell me if you have Facillicitorosis.”

Kirk blinked and then nodded his head.

Sophie had had to endure her normally sensible daughter ranting and raving and demanding that her mother go in and do something. Sophie did have to admit, if her daughter hadn’t officially become Cashier Jerry’s devoted girlfriend yet then they weren’t done here. Sophie mauled her tits shimmied and shook as her daughter complained. She soothed her sweet Melody with kisses and name calling. Finally the half hour was up and she removed her “MILFy cocksucker mouth” from her daughter’s fingers and they exited the vehicle.

“Mom, put your slutty tits away,” complained Melody. Sophie rubbed and caressed her melons even as she pushed them back into her top. There were no employees at the self-checkout lane but Mel just stomped past and up to the customer service counter, opened the door, and entered the back offices.

A man was saying something, Mel headed straight to that door and opened it.

Sophie was taken aback, immediately, by two things. First, she was surprised by how attractive the big muscly man sitting at the manager’s desk was. His biceps strained the sleeves of his polo shirt. He was tall, square-jawed and blonde, maybe ten years or less her junior. But he was sitting hunched over and discomfited. The second thing she noticed was that his eyes swiveled so fast it looked painful and landed on her daughter’s exposed cleavage. He didn’t look away. Didn’t even glance at Sophie’s even larger, more expansive breasts and cleavage.

And he was chanting. “You’re the alpha, Jerry. I’m the beta. You’re in charge, you’re the boss. I will do anything you say or you’ll steal my wife. You’re the alpha, Jerry. I’m the beta. You’re in charge, you’re the boss. I will do anything you say or you’ll steal my wife. You’re the alpha, Jerry…”

Meanwhile her daughter was going again. Telling the hunk off for being a pervert and telling the pervert how much of a hunk he is.

"Alright that's enough, Kirk." Jerry said. Kirk slammed his mouth shut, his eyes never leaving Melody's boobs. Sophie swung her jugs toward Jerry who was still speaking. "Get back to work, cover for me, whatever. Just don't mention this to anybody ever." Kirk gulped. "I'm taking the rest of the day off." Kirk nodded, staring at Mel's chest. Sophie bounced and shook hers at Jerry's appreciative face. He rose and stepped between the two beauties, firmly placing his hands on both of their asses. Melody moaned in fake-arousal and pushed her soft butt into Jerry's hand. Sophie smiled politely and allowed him to squeeze her big motherly ass, pressing her bust into his eyeline. Melody looked jealous.

"Kirk, you're such a pathetic perv for my girlfriend's honkers, aren't you?" He laughed, Melody copied him a moment later. "Let's get out of here girls, take me out for lunch."

The sexy mother frowned, not particularly interested in spending time with the lovebirds. "Where should I drop you, two off?" She offered. Kirk craned his neck to follow her daughter out the door and down the hall.

"No, all three of us and you're buying you uh... wait what is it? Oh right!" He slapped her big jiggly ass, admiring how it shook and wobbled from his smack. She smiled politely in response. "Sophie, take the two of us out on a hot date you silly bitch."

"Of course!" Sophie shook her head, clearing out the cobwebs. That was the thing to do. She pressed her pillowy tits against him and gave her nipple a pinch through her top. "Where should we go?"

"Somewhere private but nice. Oh, and Sophie, can you run back there and tell Kirk your last names so that he can creep on your daughter online--" She was about to protest "--you silly bitch." before happily acquiescing. Jerry played some tug-of-war with her big fucking titties until she apologetically remove her boobs from his happy little hands and headed back.

The blonde hunk was staring sadly at a picture of himself and gorgeous redhead, his wife maybe? "Excuse me, sir?" Sophie knocked on the door and returned her hand to her melons. He looked up, so handsome that her pussy clenched slightly. Damn but that's an attractive man.

"Yes?" he said miserably, barely looking at her.

"Magnusson. Our last name. So you can creep on my daughter, Melody." His face creased in agony, frustration, unable to control himself. Sophie watched as he pulled up his computer's browser. She watched him sadly type "Melody Magnusson" into the search bar. Sophie scoffed, Jerry and her tits forgotten for a moment, as the big store manager found her daughter's social media and shuddered. If Sophie didn't need to take her daughter and daughter's new boyfriend out on a nice date she would have stayed a little longer and watched the man begin ... touching himself. Awful. She would have to give the man a piece of her mind sometime.

Melody and her new man were missing from the store, but Sophie found them pawing at each other in the back seat of her car. Melody needed to practice sounding like she was enjoying herself, thought Sophie.