(Upgrade: Level 1, YOU DESERVE THIS)

It wasn’t a hard choice.

There was just one person who made everything difficult for me. One person who had a chance to squash my dreams. One person who truly needed to be taken down.

And I needed some help. I just lost one of her traits, which made her all the harder to defeat.

But she still had the other trait. And I could upgrade it. I should upgrade it.

Click. Done.

A new sentence appeared at the end of the trait description.

YOU DESERVE THIS – L1

Whenever the user wins a negotiation with the subject, the subject will reward the user physically. What type of reward it will be depends on how significant the victory from the user was. The subject will offer the user three different physical rewards to choose from, all equally humiliating for the subject.

…wait, that’s it?

Shit. That was only a gradual improvement.

It gave me only a tiny bit more power in the situation.

…

Not that it wouldn’t be fun to hear Maria come up with three humiliating tasks for herself and then ask me which one I’d prefer.

Choosing that could also be one of those things I put into the cosmos. You know, like when I decide which route to take with traits. Those choices are hard, but I make them easier by imagining dozens of mini people in my head, across the universe, practically voting for the correct choice.

Yeah. I had a feeling I might give this one the same treatment.

But. Enough of this shit.

This whole room smelled like sex and I was exhausted.

I fell between the two naked redheads, laying my head on my pillow after another hard day of fucking. And fun. And pain. So much pain. And so much fucking.

Lana was the only one who was still up for it. Anna was a slumberland resident by this point.

Lana slowly began stroking my cock. Which felt nice, but…

I quickly slapped her hand off.

I gave her a mean glare. “Enough.”

She got the message. I think.

She just cuddled next to my arm… and then, a little later, ever-so-gently, started licking the sweat off my neck.

Her tongue felt so nice… And soft… that I slowly began drifting… to sleep…

SOPHIE

Friggin’ Hell.

Lana’s dumb, hot body was plastered all over my computer screen.

I remembered this shot being my favorite one.

Something about her bending over made me almost lose my brains with lust then.

Now, no matter how hard I focused on those glutes… And I had plenty of closeups of them too… It didn’t work.

Not even though I frigged my cunt harder and harder.

Friggin’ Hell!

The world had seemed so bright this morning.

So promising. Dangerous, scary and insanely sexy at the same time.

This might have been my the lowest day of my life on a morality scale… but I at least expected something to show for it!

To finally fucking cum! After all these weeks of pent-up frustration!

But even this perfect-bodied bitch couldn’t make me do it!

AAAARRRGHHH!!

…No use.

I lifted my hand from my sloppy pussy.

It made a disgusting “squelch”-sound.

My legs were on the table, lined on the sides of my computer screen.

There was nothing about this scene that wasn’t completely disgusting.

I cycled through the photos again.

The only ones that did anything for me… were the ones with Lana’s face in them.

And that was because…

Sigh.

It’s okay, Sophie. You can admit it to yourself. No one can hear these thoughts except for yourself.

It was because… I… couldn’t stop imagining her head… being violated by… Jack’s cock.

His humongous cock.

A pathetic man like that does not deserve a cock that big.

But… Just thinking about it brought another spasm on my pussy.

Nghhhhh….

Could it really be… that sad?

Yesterday the only thing I ever wanted in the world were these pictures.

But that awful deepthroating… With all those horrid gluk-sounds… And Lana’s pained expression… was so friggin’ hot… that the pictures did nothing anymore.

I was the saddest creature alive.

RRRIIINNGG!

What the fuck? My intercom?

I quickly pulled my panties back on, got out of my chair, and ran to my living room.

Wait, it was damn near midnight? Who the Hell could be coming o-

Oh no. Not her. Not again.

It literally couldn’t be anyone else.

RRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINGGGGGGGGGGGGG!

Yup. It was her. Only she could press that fucking button so annoyingly.

First things first. Hide all the booze. Hide every single bottle in the house.

RRRRRIIIING! RRRRRING!! RIIIIIINGGGG!! RIINGGG!

Done. And I wasn’t surprised she kept ringing all through that. She would never leave until I picked up.

So I did.

“Hi… Jocelyn.”

“Oh hey babe! What took you zo long!?! You on toilet or sum’n? HAHA! Never mind, just let me come up! Let’sh chat!”

Sigh. I recognized that slur.

“You’ve been drinking again.”

“…just a little bit! A little tiny bit!”

“I can’t let you in when you’ve been drinking.”

“Fine! I’ll sleep on the street then? Is that what you want?”

I hated her. I really really did. But she never gave me any choice.

She would sleep on the street if I didn’t do this.

I buzzed her in.

“Oh! Thanks, babe!”

Always the same routine.

Why did she have to find my address a year ago? Who gave it to her?

I just needed to strangle that person. A little.

Less than a minute later, she wobbled in, all giggly.

Jocelyn. My birthmother.

“Heya babe,” she said as she tried giving my cheek a drunken smooch.

I managed to keep her at arm’s length, though.

“You can sleep on the couch if you’re quiet,” I told her coldly.

I’ve had this conversation way too many times with her.

“Oh come on! It’s not even midnight! Who goes to shleep at this time? You’re always such a goddamn fuddy-duddy.”

“I’ve told you a thousand times. I don’t party. I’ve got to work tomorrow. So sleep or get out.”

Her expression soured. “Give me some booze and I’ll leave.”

“I don’t have any.”

“Oh yeah? Let’s shee about that.”

She wobbled to my fridge. As I expected her to.

She wouldn’t find anything there.

“Satisfied?” I asked as she popped her head out.

“You’ve hidden it.”

Oh shit. This was bad. She looked determined to find it. I didn’t remember seeing her this strung out before.

“N-No I haven’t.”

Shit! My pokerface sucks!

She smiled devilishly, and began lumbering towards my work room.

She wouldn’t find any bottles there.

Only…

Fuck!

“No! You can’t go there! Stop!”

I grabbed her hand. Then she…

Pushed me off. Really hard.

I fell to the floor, almost breaking my ass.

If there had been a table, or something sharp here…

And she didn’t even look in my direction. She was just chasing her addiction.

And when she opened the door…

“What the fuck?” Shit. “Sophers, why do you have coompletely naked woman on your computerr screen?”

I forgot to close the photo viewer. Fuck.

“And.. why doesh this room smell so… fishy?”

Double the embarrassment.

She walked back to the living room, and looked at me accusingly.

“Wait. Are you goddamn lesbian, Sophers? Ew. Dis-gusting. I never would have rhaised yuu like that. I blame Alice,” she said, gripping the door frame for balance, trying her best not to fall over.

Yeah? Well at least she raised me, you drunken horrorshow.

I really hated this woman.

GLORIA

It was safe here.

Nobody ever found me here. It was by far the best place to hide in this rotten office. The best place to chill out and avoid work.

But now… it was like I was stuck here.

I wasn’t ready to leave yet.

Thank God for Leah. I mean could a girl ask for a better friend? She was always willing to lie for me.

Maria would’ve searched Hell and Heaven to find me. Because if I wasn’t home by this time… well, the only logical excuse was that I was kidnapped. Right?

Insane bitch.

I made Leah tell Maria I was with her. That should calm the bitch somewhat.

Also… Thank God Retard decided to take that week-long vacation right now. That meant I was actually free for once. And this was my time, damned. I was an adult already for fuck’s sake. I was allowed to be wherever I wanted to be.

…

So, when would I leave?

Did I ever have to leave?

I probably needed to eat. Or use the bathroom at some point.

I could do it now. The office was empty.

But… I still wasn’t ready to leave this space.

It was safe here.

Without any cheating assholes.

…

There was no way he could ever give me an excuse.

His dick was in that redheaded writer’s mouth.

And I don’t want to even think what that other writer was doing there. I really really didn’t.

“ASSHOLE!” I shouted with every fiber of my being.

Whew. I had been holding that in my chest all day.

It finally felt safe to let it out. Nobody was here.

There was nothing he could ever say. He cheated on me.

I shouldn’t care. I mean I just played around with him first. I didn’t want to make it serious.

The spanking game was fun. And he fucked me really, really good.

Like bravo. I was more than happy to lose my virginity in that explosive orgasm. I’d remember that shit forever.

But after that… Things got weird.

I wanted to see Maria fire him. It would’ve been funny, specially after he thought he was “dominating” me. To reduce the man back to the worm he was. Also, I wanted to see Maria’s face when she saw me fucking one of her employees. Just try calling me a “stupid child” one more time and see what happens.

But she was oddly cold about the whole thing. Never exploded with anger. Just told me to “never do it again”.

Which was somehow even more annoying.

It was clear she didn’t really care about me. If I was kidnapped, her biggest worry would be how embarrassing it would be for HER. And the loss of money of course. My life… it was just another piece on the chessboard for her.

Fuck her. So hard.

Also… she never fired him. For some… reason.

I was sweating again. It was really stupid to do this. Specially in this small space.

But… I… couldn’t… stop… thinking about that date…

The way he… UNGH! Tied me… AUGH! Spanked me! YES! And made some dude lick my pussy… OH GOD YES!!!

It was like my hand was down my panties ever since. All weekend.

And even now. Even though the fucker just cheated on me.

Cheated? I mean were we that “official”?

Yeah, kinda? I mean like… totally?

It was like that bathroom break changed my whole life… it had something to do with how insanely hard he spanked me…

For some reason… I ADORED him now…

My toes curled up. I was almost palm-deep in my hole.

The floor all around my was moist from my leaking juices.

But.. still… no… orgasm…

It was beyond frustrating!

WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY?

Only he could fix this!

I needed him to spank me again!

I needed his hard hand smacking my rebellious little ass!

My still red, and sore ass!

Was it… not worthy? Was it too… small?

No! What are you thinking, Gloria? You should be planning the best way to decapitate him, not thinking whether your ass is good enough to be destroyed by his rough, manly hand!

I NEEDED HIM!

Yeah okay, he broke my heart… But I could forgive him, maybe?

Just this once?

And… could he forgive me?

Should I… finally look at the texts he sent me?