Fiscal Responsibility

I decided to save up my gems for a good group purchase or two. I don’t know exactly what I’ll get yet but I think affecting all of Pietro’s is going to be very fun. The downside, obviously, is that I’ll have nothing new to play with tomorrow. However, I still have a bunch of commands to play with while I’m waiting, plus maybe I can score some achievements. Tomorrow I’m working with Vanessa, Lexie, Sam, and Zoey, so I had better get to bed so I can greet my girls tomorrow afternoon, chipper and ready to command.

After a lunch with Josephine where I recounted to her everything I had done to Vanessa, I headed to work, eager to see my big titted goddess, my submissive blabbermouth... and also Sam. To my surprise though, Lexie wasn’t in today. Instead, I saw June. I approached her and asked her why she was here on her usual day off. She went on to explain to me that Lexie called her last night crying, begging her to cover her shift.

“I’ve never heard Lexie sad, much less practically sobbing, you know? So I covered her shift, even if I really didn’t want to”.

Oh. Whoops. I should probably figure out a way to make sure the girls can’t do that after any particularly rough day. I hope the app can help with that in some way. I affirm to June that it was very kind of her to cover Lexie’s shift, and thank for coming in on short notice.

I guess all I have at my disposal today is Vanessa. I activate her “undoing buttons periodically” command and watch it get to work right away, with her awareness on and my other coworkers also being aware. I have some new plans for this time.

After a while, Vanessa has enough buttons down that her coworkers are starting to give her funny looks. I walk up and quietly ask her to once again meet me in the walk-in.

We stare into each others eyes. She looks upon me with resentment, while I keep my best possible poker-face. Who is going to make the first move? I was just about to speak up when Vanessa beats me to it.

"Listen. Jake. I'm telling you. I have no control over my hands. They just undo buttons and I can't put them back. I'm sorry. I just...I can't do anything about it. Please....Please please please don't make me strip for you again".

Perfect. "Vanessa, I actually would like to strike a deal with you. If you really honestly can't redo your buttons, I will do them for you. On one condition..."

Never have I ever seen a woman's face go from overjoyed to dismayed so quickly.

I continue: "If I redo your buttons, I want to cop a feel".

Dismayed becomes anger. Vanessa begins telling me to fuck off, clearly sick of my pervy behavior. So I go drastic. I reach forward and undo the next two buttons on her shirt. Her canyon of cleavage is now plain as day, the bottom of her bra just peeking out. Her breasts still look veiny and engorged from my earlier meddling, not to mention bursting out the sides and top of her bra.

Anger becomes fear. Vanessa just lost some valuable time. Her instinct is to slap me but she knows I now have more leverage than she does.

"Okay fine, you can feel me up, just make it fast, shithead".

"Nope! You rejected my initial offer. I now have new terms. I want to suck on your tits _and _take a photo for later".

Vanessa is white as a sheet. She wasn't really going to do this, was she? Was she? On one hand, if she didn't, she would only just barely have a shirt on, at work. If she did, well, she'd be letting me violate her. What was she going to do?

Sorry for the absence lol. Kinda been dealing with one personal crisis after another. Not to give away too many details, but shit's been rough. I had this chapter in the drafts for a while but decided I should finish it. Might speed up the pace of my writing from here on out and get to some of the good stuff. Hope y'all enjoy.