Helpless Tease

She didn't care for any of the options. Like all options so far, each one was clearly designed to either humiliate her, or reduce her to some sex-fantasy dreamt up by whatever developer or demonic entity or what-have-you that made this fucking app. It didn't really matter which she chose - or, that's what it felt like, at least. One way or the other the game would find a way to fuck her over - and so, she went for the first of the three options. Presumably, it'd **** her to flirt a little, which - now that she'd pressed the option, at least - didn't actually find bad. She knew for a fact that just a minute ago she'd be strongly against the notion, but now? Flirting just sounded fun. Exciting.

Her avatar did a proud little spin, showcasing her pixelated panties.

Hot, as a brief pulse of warmth from between her legs informed her, making her shake her head.

Looking down at her phone, her little avatar was looking up again - this time, though, openly licking her lips in an obscenely pornographic way.

Without thinking, Cindy found herself replicating the motion perfectly. Shit, no- She should care about this. She should be fighting it. She had to-

[Losing Streak Detected! Press 'OK' for a Good Girl Challenge!]

What? She clicked the button.

The next second, there was a knock on the door - the same door she was presently leaning back against, causing her to jump, and even let out a light squeak of surprise, before she tentatively, curiously - and warily - opened the door.

On the other side was the blonde guy from before. One of Josh's friends. The one who'd told her she could use some work up top. The shame from the moment poured in, glazing her pride in a layer so thick that it stunned her for a second - leaving her standing there with her lips slightly parted, eyes unfocused, looking as if she'd emerged from some hypnotic trance.

"Hey, sorry to disturb, but Josh told me you might have a spare charger?", he asked, presenting both phone and a winning smile. She didn't have time for this, she should just-

"Oh, I totally do. Why don't you come inside? I'll need a few moments to dig it out, anyways.", she positively chirped in response, finding herself running on autopilot. It was as if she was sitting in the passenger seat, and yet, at the same time, with her hands on the wheel.

"I'm Cindy, by the way. But a stud like you can call me whatever you want~", she then added. Mentally, she slapped a hand over her own mouth. Oh my god.

A chuckle came from behind her, as she begun rummaging through one of the drawers. "Brett. Nice to meet ya, Cindy. You live here by yourself?", he asked.

Cindy felt a hand brush against her exposed ass cheek. Oh god. She felt her cheeks flush, and her heart start to pump faster. Normally she'd have straightened up and delivered a slap right to his left cheek but- what if she broke a nail? And worse still - she liked it. She liked that he liked it. She wanted him to like her. To approve.

She was being treated like she was some kind of slut simply because- well, because she partially looked like one! And clearly, he liked her ass, which was a form of approval, which naturally formed into- Oh no-

She felt herself push her ass back out against the hand. "Yeah.", she answered, with a slight sing-song to her voice. She straightened up, slowly - feeling his other hand grab a gentle hold of her side, just underneath her boob.

Then it slid over her boob. And squeezed.

Cindy found herself letting out a soft moan. God, why did it mean so fucking much to her that he found her hot? That he felt her up?

"Mnh. Here it is," sexist, cunt, bro McBroFace, handsy fucking rude ass "Stud. It's a little tricky, though. Gotta go deep, y'know? In the plug, I mean.~", she added, sounding positively high. He groped her ass once more, before releasing her, plucking the little device out of her hand. "Uh-huh. Thanks, babe. Why don't you come over later? ", he replied.

Cindy was internally dying of humiliation. "I'll never say no to a good time~", she chirped out in response, before - at least momentarily - she managed to wrangle back some control over her own body, "We'll see. Just leave it on the doormat when you're done, yeah?"

Less than a hot minute later, Cindy collapsed to the floor of her apartment, sitting down with her back up against the wall. This was- This had to be a dream. A nightmare. She had to stop. But god she was horny. Just-

It was late. She should rest. Just- She had to play another game. She couldn't both look the part of a slut and act the part, that was - she wouldn't be taken even remotely seriously tomorrow.

Her phone buzzed. Mortified and defeated, she gingerly picked it up to read the notification.

[Challenge passed! Reward: 2x Score Multiplier for the next 2 minutes]

Shit. This was too good to be true. Fuck. She had to, right? She didn't have a choice?

Arousal and app-induced addiction grabbed a hold of her, as she pressed [Play]. This was her chance. Best case, she'd get to remove a punishment, right? Worst case, she'd just look more like the kind of girl Brett probably liked. Some kind of harlot. A scantily-clad wannabe porndoll.

The gems fell, and she matched them frantically, some fucked-up portion of her arousal-addled mind idly wondering what'd happen if she lost - again - whilst the rest of her tried to wrangle her own urges, and the gems that dropped down the screen. But- it was off, somehow. She didn't have trouble matching the gems, but even with the 2x score multiplier, it didn't seem as if she actually earned more points. It was as if the difficulty of the game was adjusting, giving her fewer opportunities for scoring points in response to the multiplier. One hand was idly playing with her own nipple, distracting her, whilst the other - click, clack- click-ed against the phone screen.

Despite the odds, however, she saw her little avatar bounce with joy, a textbox appearing on the center of the screen.

[Level Complete! Congratulations! Choose your reward:]

Normalize

+3% Score Multiplier

Remove Punishment: Microskirt Mania

What? Wasn't she supposed to be able to choose which punishment she could undo?! Removing that last one would just make Brett like her less...