Alright, For Realsies This Time

I heard the all too familiar notification chime come from my phone, but I ignored it. I’m on a mission. One that I will not be distracted from! I stride purposefully to Sam’s apartment door and knock, hesitating only twice before managing to do so. Progress! I wait about a minute for her to answer, but I eventually hear the tell tale sounds of her door locks being undone. Sam opens her door far enough for me to get a full view of her, revealing her full pajama attire of fluffy blue cotton sweatpants with cute pictures of cartoon cats doing various silly things and an overly large white T-shirt emblazoned with a sleeping cat picture across her chest. Her fiery red hair still wet and clingy from a recent shower. Yes, I knew she took a shower after getting back from work and yes, it’s because I was watching her avatar while she did it. Enough questions! I’m busy not getting distracted over here!

“Hey Tyler, did you need some- what happened to your face?!” Sam says, attempting a greeting but quickly losing track of it.

“Your pajamas are adorable.” I say without thinking.

“Thanks, but what does that have to do with your face?” Sam asks, with a superior skill of staying on target than I. God dangit Tyler! Gold leader would be very disappointed in you! Stay on target!

“Sorry! I meant, would you like to go to the festival on Saturday with me?” I did it! I said it! Huzzah! I always knew I could do it! If the definition of always only includes these past few seconds.

“What?”

“What?” We both say right after the other.

“I feel like we’re having very different conversations.” Sam says, shaking her head slightly.

“I don’t know, I think it’s going pretty well so far.” I say, giving my best attempt at a cheeky grin.

“Of course you do, I’m not answering your question until you answer mine though.” Sam responds with authority in her voice. My grin shifts into a tight lipped grimace as I shift my eyes back and forth in the universal sign of pure innocence.

“Would you believe… A bunch of ninjas sneak attacked me?”

“No.”

“Would you believe… A demon got snippy with me?”

“No.”

“A pole jumped in front of me while I was walking?”

“Don’t you Get Smart with me! Next thing you’ll say is it missed you by that much.” Sam quips while holding her hand up with her thumb and index finger slightly apart.

“Well clearly it didn’t.” I rebuke, pointing at the bandage on my forehead.

“Yeah, you got me there. At least the injury didn’t dampen your oh so clever wit. What did happen though?” Sam asks, her concerned tone making it clear the time for nonsense was over.

“It’s… Kind of embarrassing.” I say, attempting to deflect as I rub the back of my head. Her stare only gets more intense as her own cheeky grin appears on her face.

“Well now I gotta know.” She goads. I sigh in resignation and say,

“I was lost in thought earlier and ran into a pole like the stupid, yet adorable side kick in an anime.” I slump a little to add emphasis. Hoping she buys the half lie coated with embarrassment. Sam stifles a snort before saying,

“I mean. I wouldn’t call that an inaccurate assessment.”

“Hey! But also, thanks? I think? Is being adorable, good? I feel like it contradicts with being a manly man. I hear they’re the ones that pretty girls go to festivals with.” I say before I can think about it. My mouth got a little away from me on that one, but I couldn’t help it! Nonsensical banter really gets the gums a flappin! My mind quickly catches up to what I just said, filling me with anxious dread of her possible responses and how much of a not smooth idiot I am. I’m stuck between quickly backtracking and doubling down. My anxious, overthinking brain forcing me into complete inaction.

Sam doesn’t say anything at first, but her eyes do flicker back and forth as she turns her head away from me.

“I wouldn’t… Say that…” She finally manages to get out in a soft voice. I stare at her in silence for a few moments, processing what she just said before responding hesitantly,

“What uh… What would you say?”

It takes her a few more moments to answer, but she finally does by saying,

“I’d say to be ready to go by 9.”

“Wait really?” I say before I can stop myself.

“Really really.” She says, smiling at me. A proper, genuine smile too. Hints of a blush peaking from her cheeks. I smile back, the anxious dread melting away from the sight of her. Without even realizing it, my arms do what they should have done earlier today, rising up and out in invitation for a hug. She doesn’t hesitate, walking forward to embrace me. It’s at this moment that I realize, Sam gives really good hugs. Her grip around my torso is firm, squeezing her soft chest into mine and sending all kinds of signals to my lizard brain. Her head rests against my shoulder with my chin siting on top of her forehead. Yes, I’m that much taller than her.

“9:00, I’ll be ready.” I say while still embracing her.

After nowhere near enough time, we pull away from each other. A stupid grin on both of our faces.

“You’d better be, no take backs. I’d hate to nearly break down your door to wake you up again.” Sam says, giving me a light jab.

“Hey! There’s a big difference between 8 in the morning and 9 in the morning! Like, almost an hour. That’s a lot of difference!” I say with mock defensiveness.

“Exactly an hour, some might say.” Sam responds, chuckling.

“Yeah, they would, wouldn’t they. Regardless! I’ll see ya then.”

“See ya!”

With that, Sam turns back around into her apartment and closes the door. But not before I get a peek at a noticeable rip in the seat of her pajama pants. Flashing me the slightest peek at her pantyless clad butt crack. I chuckle to myself; I should really turn off the clothing destruction option for her. Sure, it’s hot but I don’t want all of her clothes to be ruined. I get my phone out and open the app to do just that when the notification from earlier reminds me of its’ presence.

Achievement Unlocked!

Glorious Holes: Better than your average glory hole. 30 Gem Reward

PELVIC THRUST!: Have a Custom Girl fuck 25 people. 25 gems

Bring it Around Town: Have a Custom Girl fuck 50 people. 50 Gem Reward

……… HOLY WHAT THE WHAT?!?! WHAT HAPPENED?!?!? HOW?!?! THAT’S A LOT OF GEMS!!!

I quickly run back into my apartment before I panic in the middle of the hallway. Calm down Tyler, it’s probably that Amelia girl. Something like this was expected, and you did everything you could to mitigate the effects. She’s probably fine, right? The app, Jane, and even Maddy have been insisting from the beginning that everything the app does is all in good fun. And one of Amelia’s punishments specifically said that no lasting harm would befall her.

I spend the next 20 minutes or so going back and forth, over thinking the situation before settling on the fact I can’t do anything about it right now since she’s out of range. I’ll just have to assess the situation next time I see her.

Right after I come to that conclusion, my phone beeps at me with its’ incoming text notification. A text from Maddy, apparently.

-The vulgar one is fine. Also, it’s done. Check your email.

… I keep forgetting that she’s somehow spying on me very effectively. If Maddy insists Amelia’s fine, then I’ll just have to take her word for it. I got nothing else to go off of right now anyway. But what’s done? And how’d she get my email? Wait, that’s a stupid question. Of course Maddy has my email. Why am I even surprised by that? Better go see what she’s talking about.

I make my way to my computer and open my email. I delete a few junk emails and send another couple to the spam folder, a good friend of mine showed me how to do that, I was just deleting them all for the longest time. Can’t stand having unread emails in my inbox. Afterwards, I get to the one from a CustomGirlsSupport address that I assume Maddy sent. I open it and find that there’s nothing but a link to a website called PNG.com with “Enjoy ;)” at the end.

I assume that the link will bring me to some kind of porn site, or just riddle my computer with viruses. That sounds like something Maddy would do. But still, my curiosity will not be ignored. So, I shrug and click on the link. It brings me to a very colorful, yet tastefully done website called Proud Nude Ginger. The home page is full of a bunch of pictures of Sam in various states of undress and sexy poses with her naughty bits censured in creative ways. A button on the side advertising the uncensured versions should you sign up and pay a small fee. A slightly larger fee for the videos and more explicit content. Heh, PNG. Like the picture file. I get it. Look at me knowing a computer thing.

Before I can explore the sight further, my phone chirps at me again with another text from Maddy.

-Your login:

Username: TheD3filer69

Password: GranDEmpr3ssMADDY@69$$

Seriously Maddy? Why am I the defiler? I’m not trying to ruin your program! Whatever, I enter in the login information and am brought to a different screen with a bunch of different folders organized by location. Living room, bathroom, park, etc. I pick one at random and realize that most of the pictures are ones that I took, but not all of them. The succubae must have gotten more from some of the random gawkers somehow. The folder dedicated to her at the gym is proof of that since I’ve never been there. I spend more than a few minutes perusing through those. There’s literally a gif of her naked ass in the air, swaying back and forth while she rides an exercise bike. This website’s amazing. Every moment of Sam’s many wardrobe malfunctions and seminude antics, both in private and public, are all stored here for anyone in the world to see. There’s even one of her mid orgasm while that weird dog is ripping her panties off in the middle of the park in front of a crowd. And she has absolutely no idea any of this exists. My blood quickly gets diverted to a particular body part as this sinks in. Amid my fantasies though, a question strikes me.

How did this come to be? I think on it for a few moments and a foggy memory of Jane asking me about a website for Sam comes to the surface. Yeah, that’s right, she asked me about it right after giving me the “Succubus Blessing” or whatever that soul draining kiss was. I didn’t really put much stock into it at the time, but it looks like she was serious. Didn’t she say the money this website earns will be mine? That’ll certainly be nice. A part of me feels I should really give the proceeds to Sam since she’s the one in the photos, but my **** would probably be ruled as suicide after she asks where it came from. I’ll just have to spend it on stuff for her.

Speaking of, I still need to turn off the clothing destruction option, which I do with slightly less than average difficulty. But that makes me think. Her wardrobe malfunctions happen regardless of people being around to witness them or not. Her ripped pajama pants from earlier are proof of that. Which just seems like a waste if I’m being honest. Especially after seeing the website dedicated to her. Capturing those moments would make the whole thing complete.

I’m pulled out of my rumination by my phone once again playing the noise of its’ people to garner my attention to something. It has a really weird sense of timing, I realize. I open it and watch in confusion as the Custom Girls app starts doing something all on its’ own.

Sam’s profile is already open, but still in the special options for “Murphy’s Clothing Law”, the app exits that automatically and zooms in on the “Hidden Potential” tab. The lock icon next to it starts to shake, slowly building up in intensity before exploding in a geyser of… Blank white squares? Wasn’t it confetti last time? There’s even a small chunk of the lock icon still on the screen. I guess the animation glitched again. Despite this, it continues, refocusing on the “Hidden Potential” tab itself. The letters each begin their own vibrations, getting more and more violent with each passing second. The strain of the animation gets too great at one point, causing chunks of the words to simply freeze in place while the rest continue to shake with reckless abandon before the whole thing explodes just like the lock. More blank white squares shooting out from the blast origin, leaving a trail of white in their wake. Which I don’t think is supposed to happen, because now the screen is mostly blank white with only small shreds of the familiar pink left.

I sigh, half in resignation, half in bemusement as I’ll be able to give Maddy more sass about the animation not working. I close and reopen the app hoping that refreshes the page. While I wait for it to load, I ponder. How did Sam’s Hidden Potential unlock? What caused it? Melina’s unlocked from me buying a specific upgrade, but I didn’t do anything like that here. I didn’t even mess with any of her current options. Sure, the succubae got that site up and going, but I thought I had to be the one to unlock each girls’ potential? But I didn’t do anything this time, so maybe that’s not true.

Regardless, refreshing the app did the trick, the “Hidden Potential” tab now revealed to be “Livestream”. Curious, I tap on it expecting a list of different options like Melina’s “Milk Factory” had. But that’s not what I find. Instead, I’m greeted with three different boxes that each display a different part of Sam’s apartment as if being viewed through a camera. The first giving a straight view of her living room with the kitchen just passed it. The second is a view of her bathroom from the door looking in. And the last shows Sam herself lying in her bed reading a book as if looking from the foot of it. Each box has three buttons on their side, the first being a camera looking one. I assume that makes the camera a... camera... But the still images kind. Let's find out. I tap it on the first box, giving up after a few tries and get out my fancy magicked stylus and try again. This time it works, the video goes dark for a split second as if a shutter closed, the still image minimizing into the corner. Well ain't that nifty. I still feel the need to exclaim about the stupid tiny touch screen buttons though.

The second button is just a simple red dot, like for the record option on a phone camera. I assume that's what it is anyway. I tap it with my stylus and the display goes dark. I tap it again and the view returns. Neat, although I don’t know why I would ever turn it off if it’s only on my phone.

The final button looks like a small map. I tap that as well, which causes the view to become full screen with a bunch of different arrows placed all around. I tap a few experimentally and find each one moves the camera in a different direction in the 3D space it inhabits. That's definitely useful. Makes me wonder though… Is there a physical, or I guess magical, device now floating in Sam’s apartment where this camera is looking from. Is she going to see that? Or is it invisible? Beyond that, is it intangible? Can she run into it? Can I run into it? What happens if we do? Do we get hit with physical matter floating in the air or pass right through it? What would it show if someone stood inside its’ view? I really hope it doesn’t show anything. That’d get real nasty real fast.

Putting those questions to the side for now, reassuring myself that it’s probably fine, I go back to readjusting the cameras. I put the first in sight of her television, similar to the view I had during her yoga session. The second I position in her shower close to the floor and looking up, hopefully giving a clear view of her nether region. The last one I basically set into the ceiling directly above her bed. The whole process takes me a while, due to getting used to the movement sensitivity and the whole thing crashing a few times. Hurray new technology. I’ll probably have to adjust each camera as she gets in view of them, but that shouldn’t be a problem. After finally completing that task, I get another text from Maddy.

-Insert obligatory positive reinforcement on surprisingly meeting expectations. I took the liberty of assimilating your newest feature into PNG.

I frown at that, half at the sass and half on the liberty she took. I look back to my computer with the website still pulled up. Nothing looks different, so I hit refresh. That reveals a new tab also named “Livestream”. Clicking on it shows the same three cameras from the app. My phone chirps from another text.

-Only the worthiest sacrifices of material wealth are granted access to that privilege. Also, ceasing the video from the app will do the same on the website.

Wow. You work fast, but also choose the most inefficient sentence structure.

-It is understandable that a lesser being is both awed and uncomprehending of the superior capabilities and logical processes of one such as I.

The animation broke again, by the way.

-WHAT?!?!?

-HOW DARE YOU!!

-THIS ISN’T OVER DEFILER!!!

I chuckle to myself. She is way too easy to rile up. I look back to the livestream of Sam now falling asleep with her blanket overtop of her, and only just now think about how creepy this whole set up is. It’s like being a stalker, only with magic instead of breaking and entering, and making money off of it. I’ve already had to swallow a few hard pills about myself since I got this app, but is this one I’m willing to commit to? Especially with someone I’m looking to date. I mean, I’ve kind of already crossed that line, haven’t I? I didn’t exactly stop all the other people from taking pictures of her. I encouraged it, even. Am I into that? I think I might be into that. Who knows what any of them will do with those. At least this way, she’ll benefit. It’ll only be secondhand disguised as me being nice and buying things for her, but she’ll still come out more ahead than before. I’ll just have to be careful with how overt I am with buying stuff for her. I’ll also need to wait until I get some figures for how much the site will bring in. No real use in worrying about it until then.

I contemplate spending a few of my now 112 gems, but then look over to my clock and see how late it is. Jeez, it’s been a long day. I’ll have even more gems tomorrow; I can wait till then. For now, it’s time for this little space pirate to go to sleep.