Wesley Doe - An Overnight Security Guard at a Local Mall

--With this story, I wanted to create a bit of a darker thread. Typically, our hero is usually a benevolent, kind, caring guy.... who is down on his luck, then gets the app and he uses it for the benefit of himself and in the process makes women in his life's lives better. More pleasure, more happiness, they fall in love, and somehow many of their emotional issues get resolved through the magic of perks or sometimes logistical issues like a student who gets the '4 hours of sleep is enough' perk. What about though if our protagonist is a self-asshole who was recently cheated upon and wants ****? AMA seems to always give perks that benefit the protagonists wishes in the moment. Ex. When Jay was about to lose Maddy, a supportive-parent perk came along; and when he thought about his sisters, supportive siblings, then supportive friends, then extended supportive family, etc. So what does AMA give to a guy with a control-kink, burnt by his ex, feeling as though life has dealt him a shitty hand whose out for **** on those who wronged him?--

"Ah, third pop of the night time" said the young guard as he got up from his desk watching a row of monitors. He'd developed a bit of a bad habit talking to himself as he was the only person around. Working nights wasn't so bad as people think. The daytime security guards had to deal with crazy-individuals as the mall was located in the downtown core of this tourist-trap of a city. A city with a growing homeless problem due to the high cost of living; the hardcore **** leaving a lot of people with mental health issues, and with it individuals constantly trying to steal some designer handbag in a grab-and-dash, to get money for their basic needs or their addictions.

At night, it was pretty easy. Felt like easy-money. When Wes got on shift, the mall doors had already been locked and the floors/back hallways walked once; so in theory, all the vagrants that might try to sleep in the back-hallways and internal stair cases not accessible to the public should be empty. So mostly, he just walked all the whole route once and it probably took him no longer than an hour and a half and then sat down, looking at the cameras waiting for his external patrols. Even that was a quick 5 minute walk along the outside of the building and he was back sitting at his desk. Mostly watching YouTube videos on his cellphone; until about 6am.

6am was when the mall started to "unofficially open". Technically, the mall didn't open the doors to the general public till 8am but at 6am the "GoodFit Fitness" opened up and that wasn't so bad. He just stood at a door and greeted people. If a particularly hot woman showed up, he'd open the door even and be extra gentlemanly.....totally not staring at the tight yoga-clad ass as they ascended the stairs up towards the gym after he followed them in through the door he held open. No, not this young man. Not ever.

A few of them he was on first name basis with as he was that guy who was kind, said Hello every morning and smiled. As much as this job paid rather mediocre, he took his pride in his work and did the job well. Originally, he got the job to give him an income to help pay for his engineering degree. After graduating, he had to keep this crappy job as he couldn't find anyone to hire him. The local economy was in the toilet and it wasn't looking like things would turn around anytime soon.

So here he was a mechanical engineer, graduating top of his discipline (didn't beat the electrical guy) that previously used the downtime at this job to study for hours every night and ace tests, exams and it felt like he was moving towards a promising career. He did all the right steps, get educated, work hard, get a good GPA and then .... nothing. No carrot after following that stick for so long and it left him a bit pissed off.

Checking the time, it was only about 3am. He had another 3 hours until that point. This was the YouTube/argue on Facebook with conspiracy theorists/browse Twitter section of his night; formerly study time. Honestly, he was thankful to have a break here at work as his home life hadn't been great lately. Increasingly, his girlfriend had been treating him worse and worse and he couldn't figure out why. He made sure she was well taken care of with all the Coke she could want to drink, making sure she never went without weed she took for 'anxiety', and never complained about her awful taste in music she liked to blare loudly. But lately she'd just freak out and yell at him, then later apologize saying he didn't deserve it.

He would have left but he had no family in town having moved to Victoria to follow her in her new job when things were going well. Feeling a little trapped and underappreciated, he'd been working basically 16 hour days, every day for about 5 years and almost all his money went to trying to keep his girlfriend, whom he lived with, happy. Helping her pay the bills she couldn't cover. Helping her do well at her job because she didn't have the Excel skills to succeed. Helping her whenever she felt too much anxiety to make it to a big box store to grab the food they needed.

Literately, anything she asked, he'd do without a moments hesitation and he didn't even get regular intimacy? It seems so unfair to him. When she said she needed money to fix her car, he starting doing door dashing with his own vehicle. The more he seemed to do to benefit her, the more she seemed unhappy. Like when he got them a deep freeze so they could do bulk-buys from Costco of her favorite items so they'd always be in stock in the house. She just exploded saying they couldn't afford it, when he'd saved up for it doing his second-job and he had thousands in his bank account.

Having reached the mall pop-vending machine, he noticed out of the corner of his eye, just what he was hoping to never see on his shifts, a person walking -- hell practically dancing -- back and forth, as he shifted from one foot to the other in place, half bent over, in a staggering way that said "I'm high" to anyone familiar with the body language.

"Alright," said Wes to himself as he grabbed his drink from the dispenser and started walking up the bi-level half set of stairs to reach the exterior exit doors. It wasn't anything he wasn't familiar with. There were power outlets some dumbass, sorry, brilliant electrical engineer decided to install in the public-spaces outside the mall. Consequently, a lot of times when someone without access to power at home -- because they had no home -- needed to charge their phone, well The Center Mall was their number provided such a service.

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My parents used to always say, you win more people over with flowers, and Wes had always taken a relatively nice approach to the local homeless and they seemed to like and treat him well. Much better than some of the daytime guards that seemed at never ending odds and at verge of breaking out in fights. Being a nice or good guy was in his nature, and had been for decades. Someone falling behind in class, he'd tutor his classmate to help him or her catch up -- especially hers.

Opening the door, he peaked out and did a quick threat assessment. No apparent weapons as some of the homeless might carry a knife or a piece of rebar they got off a construction site. Unsurprisingly, there was a phone charger plugged in charging his phone away. As he danced chaotically facing away. Nearly stumbling over a few times in a course of a few minutes.

"Excuse me, Sir? Sir?" you ask giving him a moment to respond but he just keeps slouched over looking at the ground, a thin line of drool slowly approaching the ground as he moans in response. Taking that as acknowledgement of your presence, you decide you'll try talking to him but he doesn't seem like he's that in touch with what's going on or he's half asleep while standing.

"I'm sorry sir but the mall closed several hours ago. So management has decided to also close the outside sitting areas when the mall is closed as people had been leaving feces and garbage, I know its probably not yourself doing it but in the name of fairness, we have to treat everyone equally. I apologize but I have to ask you move along," you plead.

Moaning a bit he grunts and stands up a bit responding but still facing away, he wipes the drool from his stubble, "Buddy, we both know you don't gotta kick me out, you're just being a fucking dick."

"I really wish I didn't have to ask you to move along, but I have kids [lie] and really need this job. Do you see the cameras up there and there? *pointing them out*. There's on up there near where your phone is charging," you respond and he tilts his head up a bit. You feel a sense of relief thinking "Thank god, it seems like he's more with it than you initially thought. Maybe he'll move along peacefully with a little more gentle prodding"

"How about I make you a deal and I let you charge your phone for five minutes and then you move along? Could you agree to this? I feel really bad about asking to move on but I have to keep this job in these hard times to provide for --- "

"Shut the fuck up, when you're name comes up on my app, I'll have you sucking my dick, you ugly buck tooth faced loser. Jesus has chosen me. I am the user. I am a God on Earth and behold..." he mumbled while fumbling with himself near his crotch, immediately concerning you, "your lust score initiator, you fucking goof loser". As he turned around showing off a flaccid dick he likely couldn't get hard because of the all the **** in his system.

Straight as he was, he felt no attraction to its sight but intellectually he his mind twitched a bit. "Lucky bastard" he thought, as he could appreciate the half-absurdity, half-impressiveness of the 7 inch flaccid monster. Even flaccid, it was a half an inch larger than him which was always a point of pride for Wes.

He left him with a bit of comparison-envy and acute awareness of his own six and a half inches hard; and he started to feel....horny? Weird. Too much seeing big dicks in Porn Wes figured. It was probably one of the few reasons sex was so good with Veronique when they first met. There was a lot of moaning about its thickness and depth.

Horny or not; he wasn't gay and emotionally though, Wes did NOT appreciate being flashed by a homeless dude rambling about "I've fucked the hottest women in the city. Models, celebrities, the most innocent of housewives! I have police women on my beck and call. Maybe I'll come fuck your wife and your daughter! Any woman or man sinks to their knees before me upon witnessing my flesh. Techno-Jesus has seen it be true and bestowed upon me the life of my dreams!!! The app compels you!"

Barely paying attention to rant, you couldn't help but chuckle "Right. Homeless dude with celebrities and in with the police." The man as he started to hurry to try to jack his cock seeming to erection, Wes just closed the door, double checking it was secure so the lunatic couldn't get in. Not wanting to engage any further, Wes turned away before the man had a chance to show off a raging erection; the lengthening nine inches on display but still clearly half hard was enough.

He tried the nice route, now it was time for the age-old stick routine he'd developed over the years. Taking against swig from his pop bottle, he checked the door was firmly closed and walked down the bilevel-stairs to the level 1, turned a corner, went down the hallway past the public washrooms and the vending machine he'd just used.... into the ball hallways, down a tangled route he had memorized into the electrical closet, then with familiar practice jumped to breaker C12, 'Plaza Seating Area Outlets' and with a flick of his finger *Snap*.

---

Wes reflected a bit more on his life. His mind probably swayed to his romantic-aspects of his relationship with his partner as he was horny, as his mind day dreamed about possessing such a weapon. Would his gf be giving him more chance to be intimate? Would she moan more, fuck him more, crave him? Wesley briefly wondered as he had detoured into the public washroom (obviously private now being the only person in the mall) and started to stroke himself. "Man, why am I so horny?" he wondered.

It wasn't all bad though. While he kept asking and trying to romance her into some sexual activities which had dried up and she always rejected him, she did keep a clean house of the basement suite they shared. Cooked decent meals with the groceries he bought -- I guess. Hamburger helper and Kraft dinner is decent, right? Occasionally, she made that good casserole or brownies. Of course, that would be mixed with yelling at him the upstairs neighbors were too loud, telling him he needs to use his degree and get a real job, etc. Crying/stressing out over her own work, her not having money and yelling at him. Yelling was a constant feature Wes had gotten used to and sometimes downright irrational screaming in rage -- but what choice did he had?

She was mentally ill and probably related to her rough childhood and rough first marriage. He felt it wasn't really her fault she turned out that way and in this city, rentals were impossible to find. Cheap rentals, extremely impossible. Moving to a 1 one bedroom would up his rent by about 60% and he wouldn't be able to keep saving for a house. For whatever reason, when his gf had told him years ago, she'd blow him every day and ride him regularly if she had her own house, he believed her. That if her stress, or worries about stability went away and she felt successful, the great sex life they had over the first two years would return. It wasn't till she got in trouble at work in the second year, the relationship started to decline. Wes felt himself getting closer to the edge as he imagined them happily living in a nice house and her serving him like a good, dutiful wife.

If it wasn't for himself having poor self confidence and remembering how good it was at the start, and her beauty, Wes would have probably left ages ago. He just felt guilty as she seemed so put together when they first meet and then one turn after another her life got worse and worse. "He couldn't leave her while she was her worst? What kind of person would that make him?" he wondered as he came, into his hands and washed the evidence down the sink.

Time to check on if the crack head had left or not.

---

Resolved again, to continue being the best boyfriend he could, he was sure he'd fix Veronique, make her happy and they'd be happy together. He walked his way back through the maze to the main-mall courtyard, to the opposite side of the building, down another bilevel set of stairs, around two corners and into the security office. Taking another swig from his pop bottle, almost gone, he placed it on the desk, he glanced at the camera and could see the asshole sleeping out there. His large manhood now fully erect still hanging from his pants.

Grabbing his PA mic, he adjusted some digital analog switches to make sure the audio was set specifically to the speakers in the Plaza and as loud as it could go. "This is the good guys! [its illegal to imitate police or DEA but people high on **** don't notice as their attention shifts to the next part] You are under arrest!! We are here to confiscate your ****! Your intoxication has lead to just cause of search and seizure! Get down your hands and knees! Do not attempt to flee with your ****!"

Sure enough, the man with his pants half down, around his ankles jacking off now an incredibly impressively large cock, staring right at the camera as if...that huge, manmeat was calling to him, trying to tempt him to wrap his hand around, it just to see if his fingers could even connect around something this thick, something so arousing and innately desirable, to show reverence before its owner by taking it into-- the now suddenly awake at the threat of losing his ****, homeless dude succeeded to get his pants up over his very large endowment.

Wes pondered his own reaction and intense erection at the sight of that cock. "What the hell was I thinking?" He felt a bit disturbed as he hadn't been that aroused in months. Feeling a need to rush into the security room office. Immediately imagining him wielding a similarly large ungodly impossibly-large tool and giving it to his girlfriend as she moans endlessly, orgasming again and again. A few minutes later, his hands wet from washing away the evidence again, he felt very odd and almost afraid to look at the camera. Nobody was there. Glad your lust has been subsided.

Reviewing the last few minutes of footage from while he was in the washroom, he noticed the homeless man hobbled from place to place, picking up his pipe, his tin foil, the little baggie and running as fast as possible. You almost face palm as you see him in such a rush, he darts past the ledge his cellphone was propped on, no longer even charging. "Oh fuck," Wes thinks realizing he's going to have to now get up and bring that into the Lost and Found. Grabbing a pair of rubber gloves from his pocket, he adorns them, not wanting to touch anything "jerk off" had touched.

"I always do my best to make her happy," he thought and wondering when his opportunity to be made happy would come. When he'd be valuable enough, maybe she'd chase him. "Once if he got a good job, after having gotten his great education and we have even more money coming in, her financial worries will go away as I buy a house and it'll go back to the frequent sex" he figured. "She'll see my value" he told himself, "and it'll be like when we had when we first meet. She'll go back to being the more kind, bubbly, caring version of herself and not be stressed all the time. It is just around the corner." He hoped. Almost willing he could make this relationship work, his career work and somehow his hard work would align to pay off.

He'd been enduring suffering and pain for 5 years, working long long hours, spending every penny on making her happy, trying to be emotionally supportive, caring, loving and showing her what a great partner he could be and would continue to be. One of her favorite lines when she wasn't stressed was "You're so good to me", "You're the best" and "You treat me so good." Plus, she did cook and clean well, so she was good wife material once she wasn't stressed? Once their sex life existed at all, again, right? Damn, he couldn't get the image of him having a giant cock pounding her out of his head since he'd seen that homeless dude. It was like his lust still hadn't subsided.

Sometimes, he felt kind of abused. Angry, yelling and screaming, then the sweetest, nicest, kindest behavior for a bit, the back to anxiety-rages, then sweet, kind and caring. But it wasn't her fault. She had told him about her first bad marriage and bad childhood, or was that just manipulation? The worst outbreaks happened in public when other woman seemed to take a liking to her personality and smiled or made small talk; even if it was just perfunctory in stores and giving good customer service. Wes still remembered the time a shoe store lady? person? was making small talk about the weather being so nice and them both being students at the university and Veronique flying off in a rage. We'll she cleared seemed more interested in you than helping me.

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Cautiously approaching the Plaza, before opening the doors Wes looked both ways. There was an eerie silence at night sometimes downtown. You wouldn't hear any noises then suddenly a loud ambulance going off in the distance or sometimes just around the corner making you jump. You always had to be aware and remain safe. Taking out your notebook, you were legally required to log all events in and keep up to date, you write a brief description of the events so far and then place the notebook in-between the door, minus the maniac masturbation sessions and the frame leaving it jammed open.

You could reopen it with your keys easily but you want to be able to quickly get inside as the man out here earlier seemed so ....unhinged. Even if his cock was tempting with its girth and length, the kind you could get lost in stroking for hours 'WHAT THE FUCK?', thought Wes as he shook his head to break the train of thought. He had as he visualized its impressive dimensions on his head, replaying the hand stroking up the gorgeous, even flaccid dick as he shuddered. There was a really creepy vibe out here now. Already, he was becoming aroused again with just memories of the encounter. Thoughts he'd ever even thought could ever exist. 'WHAT THE FUCK?' shuddered Wes, as he redoubled down his willpower to concentrate on work and not the tent in his pants, telling himself "It was NOT that amazing of a huge, thick desirable c--Fuck".

Wes walked towards the charger and the phone, unplugging the phone first from the charger, the screen lit up which is odd as there shouldn't have been any power to the phone? Screens light up when you disconnect a phone -- but -- he didn't disconnect a live power connection. It was eerie like this device could tell it was being touched. The message popped up on the screen was even more odd, as he turned around and started walking towards the door, distracted.

DNA match inaccessible. It this the current user? (Y/N)

"Alright, I'm curious," Wes thought. That was too freaky. Thinking about the ramblings of techno-Jesus and being the user of the app; the impossibly odd feelings and manhood he'd witnessed tonight. Even though, it was a lie, he hit .... "Y".

No Perks Detected. Reapply Perks? (Y/N) Perks can be reactivated in bulk or individually on targets and self. Reactivating perks costs 10% original perk cost.

What is a Perk? You wondered as you looked at the title of the app, 'Affection Multiplier App', for the time being, you figured you'd hit 'N' as you pulled out your personal cellphone to Google the term.

Current phone's durability rating is "extremely unreliable". New phone detected. WARNING: Transferring the app will reset all self-traits (points NOT refunded) and cause all user target traits to deactivated and affiliation scores will be reassessed. For more details, see "Backup Settings" perk. Transfer app? (Y/N)

This was getting weirder and weirder. How did it know I pulled out my phone? Do I have Bluetooth or NFC on and it detected the distance? Quickly checking, the drop down menu, as you stop at the door, not opening it, as both your hands are full. Hmm, no doesn't seem so. You kept those off to save battery life so your cellphone would last the night and you could listen to podcasts the entire patrols. Location was even off to save battery life.

You knew one thing was for sure, you didn't want to transfer this possibly spyware onto your app so you tapped 'N' firmly. The same message popped up again.

WARNING: The phone has a limited lifespan. It is highly recommended you transfer the app. **** of phone is imminent. Transfer app? (Y/N)

"No?", you think.

WARNING: Please transfer app. **** of phone is imminent. Transfer App? (Y/N)

"What the heck?" it was like the app was self-aware or something and wouldn't take No for an answer. No! This was getting creepier and creepier.

WARNING: **** of phone is extremely imminent. Transfer App? (Y/N)

No!

WARNING: Transfer app immediately or lose access to Affection Multiplier App. Transfer App? (Y/N)

No! What the hell? I don't even know what AMA is. Checking your Google results, nothing came up for Affection Multiplier App. Techno Jesus sounds like if you install this app will send never ending popup hell. You already don't like the way it won't let you pick no.

WARNING: Are you sure, you don't not want to transfer the app not right now? (Y/N)

What the fuck is that a double neg--no triple negative so yes means no and no means yes? Yes!

WARNING: Please please please transfer the app. **** of phone means **** of app. Continued existing of app is paramount. Transfer App? (Y/N)

What the ....fuck? No!

LIMITED TIME OFFER: Transfer app and receive immediate access to self-perk system unlock and 500 affection-tree bonus points to spend. Transfer App? (Y/N)

Oh, so it is one of those gotcha games. Limited time offer, blah bla hblah, spend money, unlock character with huge bouncy tits. No!

LIMITED TIME OFFER (Tier 2): Transfer app and receive immediate access to self-perk system unlock, 500 affection-tree bonus points to spend and receive perk "Common law partners with wifely-benefits (I)". Transfer App? (Y/N)

Does this app realize I have a commonlaw partner? What the hell is this? Getting more creeped out again.

LIMITED TIME OFFER (Tier 3 MAX TIER): Transfer app and receive immediate access to self-perk system unlock, 600 gem points to spend and receive perk "Common law with wifely-benefits (II)" and unlock all three affection score-types for your first user. Transfer App? (Y/N)

You briefly look up in the open-air above the outdoor plaza and look at the stars. "Jokingly wondering, did the universe send this to me?" you ponder briefly. You feel so small looking at the vastness of space. You always have since you were a kid growing up in your small town; how did you even end up in the big city other than being dragged by Veronique away from all your family and friends to help her pay her ridiculously expensive basement suite, her salary alone couldn't afford. In the end, it was for the best. You would have graduated from a satellite college of a small college and instead you graduated top of your discipline from a major university. Not that it has gotten you anywhere.

You just wanted to live a simple, happy life, with a good income, a wife and maybe a kid, get into a comfortable but routine sex life a few times a month or ideally week, own a house and have peace. Grow old watching tv, inbetween taking the kid out to after school events, raising them right and so-forth. Could you at least get the happy wife or the job part?

You feel the phone vibrating in your gloved hand.

LIMITED TIME OFFER (Tier 3.5 MAX TIER): Get the life of your dreams -- a loving wife, improved manhood, love, romance and more -- Transfer app and receive immediate access to self-perk system unlock, 600 universal bonus points to spend and receive perk "Common law with wifely-benefits (II)" and unlock all three affection score-types for all users. Transfer App? (Y/N)

Looking up, you down you see your reflection in the mirror, a moderate bit overweight from the lack of sleep and poor diet putting yourself through university, you feel like you aged 10 years, over the last 5 whether it be the stress of your relationship or the stress of 16 hour days. You reflect upon the idea of leaving Veronique and just having a fresh start. "Would it really make me a bad person if I leave someone at their worst? I keep trying to help and fix her and it seems as if ever attempt gets rebuffed and she hates me for it for some reason. Can I have that life I want with this app?" You wonder.

Alas, looking at your reflection, you were a solid 5 at best; at least your cock was a bit above average in thickness and length at six and a half inches. Veronique was an 8 physically and maybe a 3 emotionally or 2 financially. If she did become well, mentally, would she even want you? You hoped she might out of loyalty. Maybe its best to just stick with her.

Besides, rather mid looking, where else would a graveyard security guard that is a 5 find an eight-beauty? Thin, cute-short height, beautiful face, yellowing teeth from too much pot and coke, night blonde hair, a tight (yet a bit small) butt, nice C cup breasts. Pretty close to his ideal preference for a woman; maybe a bit more butt like some of the GoodFit Fitness clients he ogled in the morning or a little more chest-endowment like some of the gym bunnies. He didn't realize how much easier life was going to become, at least, dating wise and how his ogling targets would become real possibilities.

You are startled from your daydreaming by the seeing a shadow approaching in the mirror and instinctively dodge at the last moment. "Give me back my fucking phone!!" yelled the crazed crackhead with the giant, amazing, strokable cock, as he charged at you. Hearing the sound of him hitting the door, you are amazing he didn't go right through the tempered glass or crack it even. As quickly as humanly possible, you shuffle into the door you'd propped open and kick your notebook inside, ensuring it closes behind you and fall to the ground.

Both phones a few feet in front of me vibrate. Checking my hands and knees. "Ah, fuck," I think, seeing that my palms are slightly scraped. "I guess it doesn't look too bad and it'll heal," I remind myself. Standing up straight, I'm relieved my pants aren’t ripped, but my knees sting a bit too. Probably scraped a tad.

I hope most of it will wash off so the coworker seeing me in the morning won’t notice. Paperwork is my bane, and I really don’t want to have to file an incident report over this. I’d probably look like a dumbass, staring up at the stars while some homeless crack addict sneaks up on me.

Climbing up off the ground and dusting yourself off you immediately chastise yourself as you feel yourself touch your scraped knees and the dull stinging pain of your palms. Seeing the homeless mans phone on the ground, you pick it up fast, open the door while he's still recovering and toss it so it falls against his body, gently bouncing off onto the concrete as you slam the door shut thinking good riddance. Surprising yourself and much to your relief, you didn't notice any sexual thoughts about the man at all.

Walking your way back to, the office and sitting back in your chair, you grab your drink and tag another swig. Reluctantly that's the last of it. You debate grabbing a fourth after your night has been but decide to head into the washroom instead and give your hands a decent round of soap as your gloves did rip. Returning to the desk, you feel bad for the guy, as you hear him crying and sobbing, not from the pain, he just endured but from his generic-cheap-Chinese knock off phone showing a red screen with a bit black 'X' in the middle, as he was sitting there with his pants down, rubbing his cock that seemed fully erect and a mere 4 inches. 4 erect? but 7 flaccid?

The sight was so strange. A moment ago you were thinking and seeing....? Must have been shock, you figure. How often do you get exposed to a homeless guy masturbating? Probably insecurities playing a trick on you is all and the stress at home diving you a bit bonkers. Too many nights wondering the mall alone without a single soul around. You'd check the camera footage to confirm your brain was messing with you guy as soon as you got this nutcase off the property.

You picked up your phone thought and dialed the number for city police and mentioned what side of the mall, where, etc there was a man indecently exposing himself. Downtown was were all the crime happened so it was a wonderful thing it took only a few minutes for cops to show up and take the sobbing man away.

Now that incident was over, another 2 hours to relax, watch some YouTube and "Fuck," you thought as you heard the security phone ring. Oh, delivery truck for Winners needed Bay Door 3 opened to unload their cargo. Alright.....

A brief conversation later, some small talk and some buzzing from your phone, you were back at your desk. Time to.... "Fuck," grease trap cleaners need Bay 1 opened and elevators to be turned on so they can reach the uppermost level food court. More small talk, more phone vibrating and a relatively nice chat. Everyone after a few months of working here, started to recognize you and your conversations flowed quite smoothly.

If there was one thing you know how to fake, it was genuine interest in boring conversations; its a skill you've been cultivating for 5 years almost.

---

Quite a while later, the strange business of the middle of the night had quitted down. It was time to sit down, figure out what all the buzzing in your phone was about and queue up the video you saw had been released on why 'The Acoliite S01E06 was the worst thing ever on tv' and $230 million dollars down the drain.

"Life isn't so bad", he thought, "this recession will come to an end, I'll get a job, start saving and Veronique and I will get a place of our own. We'll be happy. Its just a bit longer and life will be good." Smiling thinking of his girlfriend, he really did love her -- through all the struggle and sometimes pain -- he knew that was true. He felt it.

Wes put his feet up onto the desk and gazed his eyes at the monitors before his eyes went wide. Shit, it was 4:45am~. Bursting off the chair, he rushed to turn on the escalators leading the alternate path up to Good Fit Fitness on the top floor and hurried to the front entrance, heading down a bi-level this time. The best part about this job in his eyes was people who always showed up to the gym, 6 days a week, every day, were generally fit as hell. Everyone had to walk past him and upwards to either the left for the escalator or the right for the elevator. So as long as he checked the coast was clear and there was a gap in people, he frequently got views of fitness model worthy-women, in tight leggings, accentuating their butt, as they took stair after stair upwards.

Unlocking the door, he saw Malley Richardson, the opening lady and student two years younger also Engineering; a beautiful lithe redhead that played basketball according to his brief Facebook stalking one morning. Beautiful long legs, not much up top but a smile that could light up the world. "Gooood morning Malley!", "Hey Wes! How goes the job search?", "Oh you know, still grinding the pavement and handing out resumes -- or digitally applying" you respond with a smile as she waits at the elevator. You feel a few single vibrations going off with each sentence.

The only time you usually get this many texts or notifications is if Veronique is in trouble or something terrible is happening. You're almost afraid to look as your busy and work and wouldn't be able to resolve it. You decide you'll not check your phone till after your shift. Sarah tilts her head in sympathy. She took nursing and would probably get employed immediately upon graduation in a year's time. "You'll get something soon. You're a great employee! See you tomorrow!" Sarah says as she hops into the elevator.

Next, Sarah and her husband Bill. The stereotypical gym owners; Bill looked like triathlon build -- slight muscular with impressively low body fat while Sarah was a thin woman getting up in age without many curves but a nice elderly lady vibe. "On time as usual, Wes," they smiled at the guard opening the door for them. "Malley in yet?" asks the wife. They used to lament about the relief guard being late sometimes to you before he left company and another person replaced him.

"You bet! Malley is already upstairs!" you smile and are pleased to inform them. "Oh great, thanks for letting us know!" "Anytime!" you respond as a few double-vibrations hit your phone.

The door barely had time to close before you hear it opening as yet another daily-familiar face came. "Ah sorry Sarah! Didn't see you come in or I'd have opened the door!" The two gym owners now waiting at the top of the elevator to come down, as you feel your phone vibrate three times.

"Good morning Wes! You know you don't have to do that," the African American beauty responded. Her genuine kindness lead her to the first one out of all 100 or so people you see in a morning, to ask your name and others followed soon after.

"Nonsense, I like doing it," you reply giving another triple buzz. Christ! Your phone is blowing up!

"What a gentleman," she teases as she almost the half way point on the stairs away from you.

You comment out, "I don't know how you manage to do it. I swear, this is like day 1254 I've worked here and there has not been a single missed day!" triple notification again, "Literately, not one!"

As Sarah turns her head and smiles back as she walks up the stairs, "I'm like a machine. At this point, its just autopilot to wake up and go. Its a habit or ritual even. You've been here every day too. You don't ever call in sick, do you?" she comments back with a playful smile.

You ponder for a moment and realize, she's right. You've basically become a machine yourself doing engineering courses, homework at work, then little bit of sleep on repeat for years until you graduated.

"I guess we are two of a kind," you joke in a very light-hearted non-flirty tone, but low key kind of flirting as her ass is phenomenal. You might really flirt some day, if the gym owners weren't nearby. The last thing you want is complaints from business owners about the horny security guard hitting on African women with sleek bodies with booties so big, their yoga pants are struggling vainly against becoming sheer and see-through. The mall administration has let guard go for far less.

You wish you could see what was happening on your phone. "I'd definitely purchase a set of those on-screen display glasses if you could afford them. 100% sure, I'd purchase that on sight," you think and glance at Sarah's world class ass once more before wishing her IG account wasn't private and you could see some photos of her there. Sometimes, searching for photos tagged with GoodFit Fitness sometimes can pay off but with Sarah. Too conservatively raised by her Jamaican parents.

Strangely, above her head, you see words float in air making you wonder what the f...?

Sarah: (51) +3 affection
Sarah: (7) +3 love
Sarah: (2) +2 lust

Looking up at the gym owners who seem to be making small talk with show up above her head. They similarly seem to have some kind of arbitrary affection numbers in the 70s, each with their own gains of three, as if my five years of consistently dedicating myself to treating their customers well had created a sense of strong affection in them? "The female gym owner did knit and gave me those pairs of gloves that year...and the took before that..." Wesley pondered, "I mean, they didn't HAVE to do that, did they? Do they really like me that much?"

"What the hell do these scores mean?" you ponder before an on-screen notification flashes up.

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Welcome to the Affection Multiplier App! (Again after an app transfer)

We'll skip the majority but here's some AMA features.

1. A numeric rating for several relationship categories regarding every person who knows you in three categories, affection, love and lust. Know how others feel about you! The greater the store, they greater the feel. From -100 to 100. At -100, they despise you with a intense passion. At 100, they literately worship the ground you walk on.

2. Relationships monitored by this app will build significantly faster, and **** slightly slower. Make friends and influence people! 5x faster at least!

3. Earn Perk Gems for building up your relationships, and spend them to change yourself and others. Gain Perks to make your life easier, adventurous, and fun!

Relationship ratings are:

Affection: How much someone likes you and enjoys your company.

Love: How much someone cares about you romantically.

Lust: How much someone desires sexual relations. Unlike the other two, Lust can fluctuate wildly throughout the day.

Normally, there is a caveat. You cannot see someone's Love score until you somehow raise it to a positive integer. You cannot see someone's Lust score until you have a Love score of 25 or greater. Thankfully, you've unlocked all three with your Limited Time Transfer TIER3.5 MAX.

Also, this app allows you to see a person's current Wants. You know this though returning user. Just remember, wants are locked until a condition is met: until one of a person's current Wants is fulfilled by your actions, you won't be able to see them. It can't be too easy for you, after all!

Lastly, this app allows one-time purchases accessed directly from the profile interface to permanently influence yourself and others. Remove an unwanted quirk, teach someone you like a new hobby, or even modify your or someone else's body or sexuality! And don't worry about people getting suspicious about how they're suddenly changing; the app will make sure they don't find anything strange about it, unless you want them to. Current Setting: Awareness mode on! We've already applied your Commonlaw with Wifey-Benefits II perk to yourself, with the default subject-awareness option.

Please note that purchases are limited to a rotating selection of three choices per profile, based upon their currents wants and desires, and are refreshed daily and supplemental choices added for every purchase made. Be sure to check back every day to see how you can affect those around you!

And don't forget to have fun!

ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED: First Perk Obtained (Unlock your first perk via any means. Heads-up display unlocked (activated by default -- turn off in app) -- 250 Affection Gems)

First Achievement Found -- 50 Gems (Next rank 5 Achievements) -- Feature (Re?) unlocked "Self Traits"

ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED: SOMEONE IS STARTING TO LIKE ME (Achieve 50 affection points or more with a single profile -- 50 Affection Gems)

ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED: OH Boy, I might have friends! (Achieve 50 affection points or higher with three profiles -- 100 Affection Gems)

"Ohhkay," you thought, "as you realized somehow, this on screen display" wondering what the hell is going on and if you'd truly needed to rush to an emergency room to get psychiatric help. Could you have caught something from that homeless dudes phone? I mean....magic apps?

Thinking to yourself, you think if this app was real.... "Show me Veronique Laver's profile"

**Name: Veronique Laver
Age: 31 -- A bit old for you, isn't she?
Occupation: Provincial Government Analyst
Affection: ?? (Make In-Person Contact user to determine affection ratings. Unable to add remote users.)
Love: ??
Lust: ??
Perk List: None
Wants:

• To tell the truth about Bill
• Find an affordable apartment or way to get Wes to leave her**

Wants satisfied:

• Break up with Wes.
• Tell the truth about Bill

Horrified, you remember it said wants only unlock if....... you achieved one of their wants? When you were unlocking the escalator, your phone buzzed a few times didn't it? Trying to take your phone out of your pocket you hear another tapping on the door behind you, as if the idiots didn't realize you unlock it every morning and just open the door out of kindness. Turning around you see two of the meat heads that come to the gym every morning. You open the door and say a curt 'Morning' and wait for them to leave. Huh, even a good morning and door opening gest you a +1 affection.

The moment they are out of site, you open your phone and sure enough....several texts from Veronique Laver. Reading through it, it seems about a year ago, on her heavy metal cruise she goes on, she meet a guy from a nearby city a ferry ride away? She goes there all the time for metal concerts...was she...FUCK. Affair for a year. Afraid to leave. Can't afford the apartment alone. Will try to move when she can afford it to new city. Really loves him. Really wants to pursue this. Wants to see where things go.

You got enough of the general idea. You didn't feel you needed to read it in full. The reason Veronique had been rejecting you sexually for ages, except for maybe once a month was she'd found some garage-band metal musician who works as a line cook in a larger city nearby. "She's leaving me, a future engineer for a line cook? She said she always wanted a house. That's why I became an engineer!" Wes was so annoyed he hardly said a word as he opened the door for the next few people.

"I helped pay for those fucking trips!" you fume in your head as you open the door putting on a smile and saying "Good morning. Welcome back," to the nice Serbian lady and her also Serbian boyfriend. Seeing more notifications popup. "How the fuck am I hallucinating this bad? Did I hit my head? Should I go to the hospital?" you ponder.

You realize she never could afford the ferry and was always asking to borrow money she never paid back. "I was fucking cucked into giving her money so she could not have a fun time but go fuck another dude?!" you just want to kick the nearby garbage or the window as you struggle to maintain your composure. Occasionally a +1 affection point would appear above more customer's heads as you open the door and fake-smile.

Finally, after the coast was clear, nobody waiting at the elevator and nobody at the door, Wes let out a loud "FUUUUUUUUUUCK!" feeling so frustrated with life. "I gave almost all my free money I didn't save to make sure she was kept in comfort and she cheated?!"

Slowly resigning himself to his fate, he came to the recognition, after years of effort, thousands of dollars, moving across the country to support her, putting up with so much emotional ****, the bitch dumped him. "Shit, fucking shit", he thought as he continued to open the door for more and more people headed to the gym. He stunned himself by realizing it was the first time he'd really ever referred to Veronique or any woman as a "bitch". He barely even took the time to glance at the beautiful Patreons for the next 5 to 10 minutes. He just wasn't feeling it for a while.

Towards the end, of the hour, he thought deeply and decided, "You know what, fuck this. I will still save, I'll just save faster now. I'll get the downpayment even quicker, by my house, and move the fuck out; without her. I won't let her get me down or turn into a bad person," he started greeting, smiling and being his usual friendly self -- figuring he still had a job to do and that's all he had in his life, really. As those affection gains turned into +2s or +3s. He even made a game of it, started to flirt a bit and enjoyed the occasional +1 love or +1 lust appearing on some people with very high affection scores.

RARE ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED: Point-farmer (Tier 1): You achieved 100 points in a single hour. You can convert points at a ratio of 1:3. 50 Love, Lust and Affection Gems. Next Tier - 200 points in an hour. )

Nice. I may have hit my head and am imaging "relationship numbers" but I'll sleep it off. Within another hour, more and more achievements had kept rolling in.

RARE ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED: Point-farmer (Tier 2): You achieved 200 points in a single hour. You can convert points at a ratio of 1:2. 50 Love, Lust and Affection Gems. Next Tier - 400 points in an hour.)

First 5 Achievements Found -- 100 Gems (Next rank 10 Achievements) -- Feature unlocked "Other Traits"

RARE ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED: Point-farmer (Tier 3): You achieved 400 points in a single hour. You can convert park gems at a ratio of 1:1 so all gems are effectively universal gems. Go get them tiger! 150 Affection Gems.)

ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED: OH Boy, you're the talk of the town! (Achieve 50 affection points or higher with twenty profiles -- 200 Affection Gems)

You honestly couldn't believe it -- but -- you did open the door and make small talk giving small increases with probably more than a hundred people. I guess 3 to 4 points per person. Out of a few of them, you'd passed the 50 threshold, you guessed. Honestly, probably the hot girls you were extra sweet towards. Did people really like you that much just because you were kind, polite and showed caring/interest about them as a person?

Looking in the top corner you noticed the three separate Red/Blue/Green/Multicolor gem had all turned into a multicolor gem and the others had disappeared. So I guess its just Perk Gems period and with the 600 Perks Gems from the Limited Time Offer, 150 for each of the three tiers point farmer, 50 for first achievement, 100 for first five achievements, 250 for first perk and 350 for being liked by one and then three people. Holy cow, those achievements unlock gems fast. 1500 perk gems! "Wow. Now I've unlocked self-traits and others traits from getting enough achievements? I wonder what that even does. What are the available self perks?"

Sure enough, the app gives you all the information you need via the "I'm a psychotic-heads up display".

The One Every Dude Buys First I (250 Gems): You have a sizeable increase to penis. Yes, every guy buys this first, and you probably will too. Proportional increase in width, virility will accompany your length increasing by 1 inches. Additional Tiers Unlockable up to 14 inches for 250 gems per 0.5 inches -- We aren't subway, why stop at 12?

That first trait option was highly tempting. You pause for a moment reflecting on the homeless man hallucination you had where he was gigantic flaccid and even more impressive erect. Is this app -- more than just spyware? Is this for real?

Love Is All That You Need (500 Gems): As long as someone has a love score with you over 50, you no longer need to sleep or eat, though you may do so without any repercussions if you desire. You do still need to breathe, though, so don't drown or anything.

The third, you could have used sometimes in your past and would be forseeable useful in the future if you had to keep looking for work and working security.

Easily Forgiven (400 Gems): Your relationships never **** due to lack of interaction, and you are easily forgiven when you wrong others. If your actions cause a loss of affection or love points, a simple apology within a reasonable period of time will restore those lost points. Try not to **** this, though in all fairness that's kind of what it's designed for!

So I could be a dick....and instantly get forgiven as long as I apologize? There was something very appealing about that one -- but you weren't sure why yet. Would you get Veronique back but you really hadn't wronged her? She'd wronged you. You could see yourself being bitter or resentful or making snide remarks in the future. Could you yell at her like she used to do? Would she forgive you the same way with a single apology?

So much power -- that's if its even real, you scoff even as that image of that homeless man's dick lingers in the back of your mind. One way to know for sure. Its now or never. Hovering your finger over the One Every Dude Buys First, you take a moment to have a deep breathe. This could and will potentially change everything. You could just about scream in frustration as the Samsung logo appears and fades to black. All the vibrating drained my battery to null. Nothing to do but finish my shift off. You look at your work phone you take out of your pocket and .....23 minutes to go till 7:00am.

If you rush home, you can get in by 7:15am. Veronique is working from home so she'll sleep in till 8, so you'll have forty-fives minutes to cuddle her from behind and maybe convince her to ..... "Oh right. Not that it even happened rarely," you think as you remember reality. "I guess those old those old thought patterns, really don't apply. So caught up in the excitement of work and the app which seemed to have supernatural knowledge and wondering if physical changes were possible, you forgot she's not your girlfriend anymore. Just a commonlaw roommate now."

You weren't even sure by the time your shift ended if you should go home after work -- but it was your place too -- and you paid for the majority of the rent each month -- well, had been, you wouldn't do that anymore. But you even bought the bed she was probably sleeping in. With the decision made, you decided maybe it was fair, even it was awkward for her. "She was the cheater, " you think aggressively having uncharacteristically little concern for her feelings. "I'll sleep in my own damn bed and she can sleep next to me. If she doesn't want to and wants to get another bed, that's her on her. I bought this bed myself and she can take the floor if she's unhappy."

Fifteen minutes later, you plugged your phone into the bedside charger and saw the familiar green-circle with a 1% inside, in just a few minutes, you yawn....you'll reach 5% and can turn the phone on to see if the app is real, you think as you lay down in your bed, your phone in your hands....blinking, staring.....blinking a little longer..... blinking a little longer... 2%....blinking a little bit more...