Partners in Everything.

Fuck. I could control Andre. I could destroy him. I could do anything I wanted to him, take back Asa, steal his women, his house, his family, his life…

That sort of power was intoxicating, but as I walked past pictures of the happy family, I **** myself not to do anything rash. I should be hearing from Frannie soon. If he was dirty, maybe I could justify truly making him a cuck, or a bitch…or maybe even a woman. But if not…what would I do with him then?

I’d have to talk to him probably and figure out what the right answer was…I really didn’t want to do that.

But for now, head home, get the Orgasm Lock back on Kat, by ‘rewarding’ her for whatever she’d found out about Penelope. Then get ready for another week. Slow and steady in Arkham, quicker outside. I was confident I could get Frannie under control at the next session, which meant it was time to start on someone else.

Jewelz or Skin were obvious candidates, as were Penguin’s songbirds…but I still didn’t know if I could justify Skin. Jewelz was a pain to get to, given her website and job. And the fact that she hated me. Fucking someone who hated me was a different matter…besides, she was technically listed as a ‘consultant’ and that made me paranoid.

And the Songbirds were in the Iceberg Lounge. Technically, anyone could go there, but an ex-cop who’s partner had worked for the Penguin would draw attention I didn’t need.

Okay, the obvious thing was that getting a target to 100 gave a major upgrade to me, not to them. So, if I could get Kat there, then I should get something. Given how they tied to the target’s abilities and interests, what I got from her should be really useful for this sort of thing.

The problem was, I couldn’t think how to get more points, without getting her killed.

Sex wasn’t getting me anywhere, the only things which seemed like they would were life-threateningly dangerous missions, which I wasn’t willing to send her on alone, even if I could have ordered her to. Once I had some muscle, I could give her some jobs , with them as backup, without telling her, that would get me there, but for now, I’d have to satisfy myself with a very pleasant fucking and sending her on her way, Orgasm Lock back in place and an assignment to start looking into the local Volunteer Direct Solutions, in her free time. The delivery man was an interesting wrinkle, Kat was right, it wasn’t a delivery truck, or delivery man, the uniform and truck were close, but missing several minor things and the driver looked like muscle for hire. I’d look into it when I had some free time with Frannie.

The only other thing of note with Kat was that I had foolishly forgotten that In Sex Veritas didn’t have some ‘except for you' provision. When the little whore asked me whether I liked her tits, the world shifted slightly as the app activated, time slowed, an overlay appeared.

Attempted Mind Altering Effect. I Am Not Your ****, activating. Odds of resistance: 95%. Do you wish to spend a credit to increase chance of success?

No, obviously not. I still resisted and gave her a little look. “Don’t try to use my tricks on me,” I said coolly and she nodded contritely.

“Never daddy, it was just a mistake.”

Might even have been true. Regardless it wasn’t one she repeated.

Helpful Hint: They won’t all be this easy. Also, note, if you fail to resist, your memory of being given the option will be removed.

Christ…this app is fucking scary. But that wasn’t news.

I then had a conversation with Kianna about her advancing within her own religious, conservative circles. It was harder for a woman to advance too far in those circles, but on the political side, it was more possible. I didn’t want her too high up, definitely nothing that would get press attention, but being a bit higher up would help her gather information.

The other obvious thing to do was look for the wives of powerful people…the problem was, they mostly hadn’t wronged me in any way and they weren’t massively easy to access either. Diamond was ‘works for a high salary’ rich, Andre was ‘could live comfortably off his trust fund,’ rich, but the truly rich and powerful in Gotham made both of them look like ants and those were the people I needed to influence if I wanted to truly change things.

Access was the problem. Andre might be the answer…he was a bastard son, hence the small trust fund, but he might still be invited to such parties…any actually powerful woman there had probably wronged the rest of the city. But the wives of powerful men? They might have wronged their staff, or their husbands, but not me. And anyway, I wasn’t getting into a party like that, except maybe as security…

Nothing to do, but follow the plans I’ve laid out. Slow and steady wins the race, I’ve got a plan and just need to follow it.