Marcy

Can you believe it? I was actually thankful for Monday classes. They gave me a few hours of my life where I wasn’t thinking about dating a satanist, or using a magic app to bend girls to my whim. Instead I got to focus on boring things like American Lit, or even more boring things like British Lit. I was going to be an english teacher, lots of lit classes.

The whole day passed by, until the campus was lit only by streetlamps and I was back in my dorm. I’d half been expecting Brandy to be waiting there, for me ready to kick my ass. He was there, he was just chilling out on a bean bag, playing Halo. Lucky fucking bastard. “Hey.” He nodded in my direction.

“Hey.” I said cautiously. “Hear any news?”

“Was I supposed to?”

“Brandy, can’t a man just take an interest in another man’s life?”

He chuckled. “That would be the best line for a CIA agent to use when he gets caught spying on someone.”

I smiled, and flopped on my own bean bag chair. “Got a question for you.”

“I haven’t heard any news.”

“Besides the news. Geez, what did news bite you when you were a kid and now you don’t like to talk about it?”

“What’s your question?”

“I noticed Fiona had a brand on her wrist. I’d never seen it before.”

“Because she wears those big stupid sweaters.”

“That’s what I said, yeah!”

“Yeah, she got it about two weeks ago.”

Two weeks? “Where, how, why?”

“I don’t know, you’ll have to ask her.” Yeah that, wasn’t happening. “Why’re you so interested.”

Brandy was a good guy, but he was dumb as hell. “I really can’t imagine why I’d be interested in your girlfriend getting a pentagram brand, two weeks before I’m drugged and branded with the same design!”

He looked over at me. “Is that what, yours is? I couldn’t tell, it was pretty swollen the other day.”

“Brandy, my fuse it about this long.” I mimed an incredibly short fuse. “I’m not in the mood for your wacky stoner bullshit.”

“You’re not saying you think Fiona had something to do with it, are you?”

“I don't know Brandy. I traded in all my leads for a few nudes, and now I got nothin’! I’m fortune’s fool!”

I literally can’t believe I was so horny, I sold my chance to go to the police. Brandy looked at me, and I think felt the same way. “You can still talk to her.”

“You talk to her.” I implored.

He was doing an amazing job at playing, and talking to me. He hadn’t missed a beat, the man had a talent. “Why?”

“Well…” I paused. “You’re her boyfriend, and I think communication is important in relationships. Plus I think you have a gentler touch, when it comes to this kind of thing.”

“What kind of thing? Interrogating my girlfriend?” He stuck a grenade, as he said that. He’s incredible.

“You’re not interrogating her.” I insisted. “You’re just asking her absolutely everything about where they got that brand, and by whom. I mean, what if she’s a victim too? Women are less likely to report crimes than men.”

“Which is crazy, because men don’t report crimes so they can get nudes from their assaulters.”

I sighed. “Do you, or do you not have those nudes in your phone at this very moment?”

He grumbled, and put his controller down. “Fine I’ll talk to her.”

After scoring that victory, I did a little homework and went to sleep. I had to get up early in the morning to try and catch Marcy.

If you’re ever up early enough to go to a starbucks when it opens… you shouldn’t be. I needed that coffee to stay awake like people need ventilators when their planes are going to crash. It was the only think keep my eyes open. I had until one in the afternoon, then I had to get to class. Running this crappy investigation, and going to school was a real strain on my resources.

I was lucky. There were plenty of other weirdos at the cafe that early, I wasn’t alone. Whether it was the free wi-fi or the coffee, I couldn’t say for sure, but there were enough bodies within the cafe, that I didn’t think Marcy would notice me, before I noticed her.

My patience paid off, three hours into the investigation. Just as my back was getting sore, and my joints tight. I saw marcy’s bob, round the corner, as she got in line. The room felt colder instantly, and my anxiety starting telling me that I should just observe her, and not come into contact. What if she had a knife? Or branding implement, or Bazooka? I wasn’t likely to have a good time regardless of the instrument.

Somehow I found the will and courage to steel myself and dive on in. I saddled up right next to her, and managed what I hope was a cocky grin. I hope she didn’t see my anxious lip twitching. “Marcy I think you and I need to talk.”

Without a word, and with barely a reaction, she left! That took some balls! Can you imagine just ducking out of a conversation like that, it was amazing. It was so amazing that I just looked on after her for a few moments before I realized what happened.

“Hey wait!” I yelled after her, and jogged to catch up. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“To class.”

“Jail, sounds like a more likely desination. Considering what you and your girlfriend have been up to.”

“Veronica’s going to send those texts, if you go to the police. You think we don’t talk?”

I chuckled and pulled out my phone. “You think we don’t talk either? Veronica told me everything, I know all about your little game.” I showed her my texts, hoping the sexual nature of them, would overwhelm the fact that they didn’t exactly point to us being co-conspiritors, or me knowing a damn thing.

She cast them a quick glance while, walking, then paused, and moved her head in for a better look. “What is… this? Why is she talking to you like that? That’s her number…”

“Because we’re dating of course.” I lied lied lied. “Veronica’s not going to send those texts to the police, because she’s on my side.” I let that sink in. “So you better start putting more effort into this conversation, before I love my patience.” I crossed my arms, and stopped following her. Standing my ground in the middle of campus. I was sure she could hear my heart pounding through my chest.

I saw her foot steps falter, then stop. (Marcy Roosevelt +3)(-57SP) “Now turn around.” I saw her fists clench, but she did turn. (Marcy Roosevelt +1)(-56SP) “And come here.” (Marcy Roosevelt +1)(55SP)

“Play your little games while you can.” She poked me in the chest, and I tried not to go down to my knees in pain, but did anyway. “I won’t begrudge a deadman, his fun.”

“Then let’s have fun.” I wasn’t going to mess this up this time. “I know this goes beyond just the two of you. Who else is involved? Kappa House?” Please say yes? “Trisha?” Please say no. I stood to my feet, to add to the intimidation.

I could see the gears in her head turning. “That’s exactly the kind of thing you’d know if Veronica really was on your side.” Fuck! I messed it up already? God damn it! “Let me see those texts again.”

“Tell me who’s involved.”

“It’s just the two of us.” This woman was a stone cold psychopath. She said that without a twitch, without a wayward glance. I believed her, and I knew it was a lie. I was still getting used to this app, but her telling me the truth about her crime, would have gotten me points. I knew it. So I knew she was lying… I think.

“You’re lying.”

She squinted at me. “You’re lying.” A slight smile came to her face, feeling quite confident that she hadn’t given anything away. She turned on her heels, and went back to walking away.

Damn it. There was still more to do. I reached into my brain, for any ideas on how to get her back. Then an image, skimmed across the surface of my brain, and I was back in action. I hoped. “I know about Fiona.”

Jackpot!

She stopped in her tracks for a second time. It was a shot in the dark but it seemed to have found a target! I was getting the feeling that Marcy here was the most dangerous person I’d dealt with yet. I could feel our two minds colliding against one another in a search for dominance. She was waiting for me to go on, to let her just how much I actually did know about Fiona. But I wasn’t going to show my hand. Mostly because I wasn’t sure. For all I knew a brand on the wrist made Fiona their high priest. “What exactly is it, that you think you know?” She was testing the waters, wisely. It’s not like I hadn’t lied in the past.

I gulped, and figured it was now or never. “That she’s another victim.” I guessed. “That she doesn’t remember who attacked her.” then an idea came forth. “But I know. I might have ruined my credibility with the police. But Fiona’s got no such problem.”

"Very clever.” She ground out the words. “But we’ll just release your tweets if Fiona comes out as well. So really, she’s your problem.” I didn’t need Marcy telling me Fiona was my problem, trust me I already knew.

“Oh well.” I shrugged, as if unencumbered by the weight of the world. “Now that I know it’s true, I can’t keep quiet any longer. Maybe when it was just me, but now that I know you’re hurting other people. Imma let Fiona know exactly who hurt here, and where to find them.”

“You can’t!” Marcy hissed, her icy exterior suddenly shattered. “You’ll ruin everything!”

“Yes, I imagine I might.”

“What do you want?”

I fucking had her! “Your panties.”

She jumped back, physically disgusted by me. “W-what? Why?”

“Trophy.” I shrugged. I’d dragged all the information I was going to drag out of her. Now it was time for fun. “Unless, of course you want to tell me where you took me, and Fiona when you branded us.”

“Let me find a bathroom…” She muttered looked around to the surrounding buildings and mentally checking her knowledge of their bathrooms. (Marcy Roosevelt +3)(-53SP)

“No.” I crossed my arms. “Right here and now.”

“I’m wearing pants! I can’t just slip them off you idiot!”

“You’re a smart girl, you’ll find a way.” She looked eyes with me, willing my resolve to crumble and to give into her. But I didn’t. As far as I knew this is the woman who’s scarred me for life, and I don’t let that sort of thing go.

I could see her own resolve shatter, with a slump of her shoulders. She pressed herself against me, and shoved both of her hands down her jeans. I heard the sound of ripping fabric and out from her waistband like a dead snake she slowly pulled out the pink silk of her panties. She grunted as it flossed it’s way through her cavities, her face was as read as satan. When she’d pulled it all free, and wadded it up, and shoved it in my hand. “There!” She spat, half ready to claw my face. (Marcy Roosevelt +7)(-46SP)

I took the destroyed fabric with a cocky grin, and held up my phone. “And I want a selfie. So Veronica can see how much fun we’ve had here.” She crumbled, but ultimately this was significantly less harrowing than my last request. I held my phone above the two of us and snapped a picture. (Marcy Roosevelt +4)(-42SP) “Perfect.” I smiled down at the picture, and at all the delicious points I’d just racked up. “I think we’re even.”

“Really?” She didn’t sound hopeful. She said it as if she’d caught me in yet another lie.

“Of course. I got what I wanted from you and Veronica. We’re settled.” I paused for dramatic effect. “Of course if I find out more people were involved in all of this, that would be a different story.”

Neither of us were particularly eager to continue the conversation, so we parted ways.

I tried not to act too eager, when she was gone. I flipped my phone open, and eagerly went to find what trait I’d unlocked for her.

-New Trait Unlocked!-

Panty Raid

Condition: The User took possession of The Subject’s panties.

Route A

-Search and Seizure-

The Subject comes to the understanding that they are not morally, ethically, or legally allowed to wear panties in the presence of The User. They’re also under the impression that The User has the right to inspect them to ensure they’re in compliance with this rule. They also believe the user has the right to remove their panties if they’re found wearing them.

Or

Route B

-Rehabilitation-

The Subject actually feels quite liberated by their lack of underwear. It’s so loose, so breezy. They’ll begin wearing skirts to maximize these benefits. In addition they’ll derive a sexual thrill from flashing people, or for being exposed.