Charlie L’astname

I let out a soft gasp as the tension left my body.

“Damn it,” I muttered under my breath, as a small shudder took hold for a moment. I was annoyed, mostly because I had just cum. I took a couple of flushable towelettes and cleaned up the small mess I had made. Well, obviously it wasn’t so annoying the *whole* time, just when I finally gave in and returned to my greatest source of sexy content. Maddie’s Instagram.

Red flowing hair, beautiful face, C-cup breasts, and toned, oh so toned, legs. I just couldn’t help it, man! Her pretty eyes and delicious curves were a sight to behold.

I swiped the playful beach bikini photo to the left and found that the next photo actually included me, posing awkwardly in my swim trunks. I pulled my pants back up, and mentally apologized to her. It was the beach trip we had taken just that weekend. She and I had been best friends since the first year of middle school. Madeline had just moved to Washington state and, being the extrovert she was, decided the best course of action would be to adopt a friendly introvert: me.

I was a scrawny white kid, tall, mild-mannered, shy, or as the teachers preferred to say, “A pleasure to have in class.” I was a half decent student and, hell, even a half decent athlete if you can believe it. I wasn’t interested in putting in the time or work, but had a pretty fun time playing basketball for my middle school’s team.

It was a tough couple years. Naturally, her becoming my closest friend eventually meant that she became my first real crush, and naturally, my first real rejection. A couple weeks and more than a little awkwardness later, I realized the friendzone wasn’t that bad, no expectations or drama, and we could shoot the shit like the best of ‘em.

She knew me before she was hot, and I think I kept her grounded. After I stuck with her through her transformation into womanhood and relentless waves of pursuits from asshole guys in high school, she decided to keep me around.

So how did I end up here? She was out there at big shot WSU studying biochemistry, and I was stuck at a minimum wage job, no prospects (girl wise or college wise), and a lifetime of giving other people my money ahead of me. With all the trash talking I’ll likely do, I can’t legally say where I work, but just know that it rhymes with Ronald McMonalds.

I let out a “pfbfhttt.” Honestly, I deserved one.

I plopped back down on my on my room’s twin bed and swiped back to the bikini picture. At least she was close to home, so we could be roommates. It was fun, but seeing her study for her future and hearing her take calls from potential suitors was never ideal. Especially if those suitors ever came home with her.

I’d gotten a couple of very awkward texts from her asking me if I could “Just stay at work a little late tonigjt… cause Mama’s gonna get some! lmao see ya tmrw”

I wasn’t bitter or anything, but I was jealous of whoever the guy was at the time. That and I never sent any messages like that of my own.

Being best friends and roomies with Maddie had given me a couple of glimpses at her totally naked body, but we definitely weren’t “progressive” or “casual” or whatever enough to have anything truly physical. Had we kissed one time? Maybe, we were both blackout drunk, so neither of us really remember, but I damn sure know we’ve never gone past that.

Whatever, working late gave me a chance to “hang out” and “have corporate mandated fun” with my boss, Anita. A goth chick barely out of high school, 2 years younger than me, who managed and owned the place I worked. That was a bit of a slap in the face. I worked so hard (bare minimum) to get where I was (the bare minimum position of an employee) and her dad just owns the place and gives her a higher up position to try and teach her “proper work ethic” or something. Nepotism still ain’t dead, folks, no matter what those senators might have you think.

Needless to say, I didn’t like her, and she didn’t like me, but as I’d callously admitted to a couple of male co-workers, “I’d totally hit that.”

And I would! I was never really into goth girls (I know, sue me), but something about her, man. Underneath the dark eyeliner and the work uniform she’d altered to more closely fit her aesthetic, she had a great body. Small breasts, perky, and still enough to give any lucky man a handful, a thick ass she could barely conceal under her work pants, and short dark hair with dark purple highlights? As many a male coworker callously said back to me, “Shiiiiiit man, I’d hit that too. Who wouldn’t?”

It’s a wonder we haven’t been fired.

In the present though, my phone buzzed. I flipped open my notifications and read, “CG Installed.” I paused for a moment. “Shit, is it a virus? did I not close that porn site?”

Sliding back to my phone’s browser, I realized I was clean. “Musta been one of those insidious ads. Didn’t even notice that shit downloading… well, it’s either this or the dishes, so.”

I tapped the notification, my screen instantly flashing bright pink. I shielded my eyes from the max brightness blast. When I opened them, a normal game menu had opened, with a popup reading, “Scan complete! Welcome to Custom Girls! It seems there are no women within 20m of you, would you like to play a game for the opportunity to win some Gems? [YES] [NO]”

Totally overwhelmed and confused, I muttered, “The fuck? No women? Low blow, Custom Girls. Wait, Custom Girls…? Maybe this *is* a porn game.”

It didn’t stop me, though, tapping yes and immediately being placed into a Candy Crush style match-three game. However, as a person who probably holds the company record for ‘amount of passable work done before spending the rest of his shift on his phone’, I was somewhat of an expert at them.

I breezed through the level, with moves and time to spare, gaining me an extra ten gems! Woo! I think, I don’t actually know how much they’re worth, but seeing as I started with ten (and now had twenty), and there was a cap of 100, I’d guess I did not so bad! Unfortunately, the game, like any good casino, kicked me out once it realized I was a threat. “Games exhausted. Come back in 23:59:45 to play again and win more bonus Gems!”

“Only once a day? Figures,” I shrugged, closing the app, “Guess I’m doin’ the dishes after all.”

Getting up and making my way over to the kitchen, I didn’t realize just how much my life had changed, and how much it would continue to change over the next few days…

[Hello! I have been a long time reader but this is my first time writing. I think that duduvar has come up with a phenomenal prompt here, and it has led to some of the best stories on chyoa. I will probably not be one of them, but I will try, keeping my planned and any potential new branches of this story updated as best I can. I’ve written the intros to two branching paths and depending on what people are interested in, I’ll see what happens! Enjoy!]