YOU DESERVE THIS

I chose B, and clicked the screen to confirm my choice.

Both of these choices were very similar in a way. They both required me to win actual negotiations with her. It was just a question of what I wanted as a reward. Don't get me wrong, I definitely wanted to rip off her clothes, but somehow it felt like it would be harder to keep my cover if I did that. It seemed a little safer to see her voluntarily humiliate herself, like kissing my ass in defeat. Or more. Guess it all depended how big the win was.

I wondered if she would know of this condition before the negotiation started? And would it affect how hard she'd fight back? Or would it be a surprise to her after the negotiation? The app notes didn't specify.

I guess I would find out in time. Either way, that wasn't relevant right now. I had a feminist bitch to deal with.

I arrived at Ulla's place. It was an ordinary-looking apartment building.

Yes, there was still a chance I was being tailed. But even so, what was the actual risk here? They would just report to Maria that I visited my work colleague Ulla. Yes, it was suspicious in the sense that we clearly didn't like each other that much, but Maria wouldn't be able to do much with that information. If I just kept being careful about the way I met with my women... She wouldn't have enough information to act upon. Not until it was too late for her.

So in a way, I could keep going as I used to. I just needed to be a little more careful.

Ulla and Henrika lived on the fourth floor. Finding this kind of information wasn't a problem anymore. Gretchen gave me the address, no questions asked.

So. Now I was standing on their front door.

What was my gameplan here?

...I really wasn't that sure. I took my backpack with me (yes I had two of them) in case everything worked out perfectly. But how exactly would I get to that point?

There was a wild card in this situation, and her name was Henrika. No, I didn't have a clear plan, but I had some inklings about how to use her in all this.

Well, here goes. Let's start project "Ulla Sorensson" properly now.

KNOCK KNOCK!

DING-DONG.

I don't know why I knocked first. There was a doorbell right next to the door. Calm down now, Jack.

Henrika opened the door. She was wearing a cute summer-dress, looking as innocent and radiant as she did in that bar I saw her the first time. She was surprised seeing me, scrunching her little nose, trying to remember who I was.

"...Jack, right?"

"Yeah, that's right. As in 'Fuck you, Jack'."

She let out the smallest giggle. "I have to admit, that's why I remembered the name."

I smiled a little too. I didn't mind if she connected my name with the word 'fuck' in her head.

"Alright now, is Ulla home? I have some work stuff to go over with her."

"Really? Well, she's in the shower right now..."

"Great! I don't mind waiting."

Before she could object, I stepped inside their apartment. My first look told me everything I could have already guessed. It was very nicely furnished apartment, as I have come to expect from people who write for a fashion magazine (please forget about the fact I work there too). But this place had a flavor of its own. Everything here was political. Feminist art, feminist sculptures, activist slogans all over the place etc. I couldn't say I was surprised in the least.

Henrika was a little taken aback from my sudden bursting in, but tried rolling with it.

"Um... Okay, so... Is it really that urgent? It can't wait till tomorrow?"

"No, obviously I wouldn't have come here otherwise." I was being a bit rude now. Maybe tone it down a little?

"Oh, okay... You want... something to drink?"

Yeah, Henrika was a bit of a doormat. Definitely not as dominant as Ulla. But that made sense, it was the same sort of pairing as Maddy and Michelle. One was the alpha-butch, the other was the beta-rugmuncher. That just how relationships were.

"Definitely. Get me a cup of coffee, ok?" I was rude again.

Damn. I was getting too used to ordering people around.

Henrika was growing frustrated with my tone. "Yes, sir, let me get you your cup of coffee right away" she said sarcastically. Despite that, she got moving towards the kitchen anyway. (HENRIKA: +2SP) (-10SP)

Wait, what? Points on Henrika? I quickly pulled up my phone.

Yes, it had happened. Apparently we had now interacted enough, that she had a starting submission score with me. I guess it was -12, now it was -10. So... She was in play now. Excellent.

I looked up from my phone, realizing it still didn't help me if she was mad at me. Time to be nicer.

"Henrika, I'm sorry if I was rude," I quickly spoke before she got too far. She turned around.

"The pressures of the workplace are getting to me... I didn't mean to sound like an asshole. Please, I would love a cup of coffee, if you offered one."

She started smiling. She was easy.

"...I completely understand. The sellout must be really stressing."

She made her way towards the kitchen again. I removed my backpack and jacket.

Oh, right. They still thought the sellout was happening. Maria hadn't informed the staff about the change of plans yet. She would probably do it tomorrow.

Actually, that was great. That fit in with my plans perfectly.

"Yeah... I know it's unlikely the magazine will survive, but I'm going to do my best to convince Remington that it should." I said, while taking careful steps towards the living room. I could hear the shower running.

"Do you really think that's possible? I mean it's great if it is!" she shouted from the kitchen.

The shower turned off suddenly. I bet Ulla heard Henrika shouting, and realized there's something going on here.

"Well, that's sort of what this thing is about. I'm going to need important co-operation with Ulla to make it happen."

"Really?", Henrika said, returning with my coffee cup.

"Oh, most definitely," I said while grabbing the hot cup of java.

That's when the bathroom door opened, and out stepped sexy-ass Ulla wearing nothing but a towel.

She was speechless seeing me. As was I, seeing her model-like body covered by nothing but a small cloth.