Voodoo! Who doo? You doo!

Well, I can’t ask her now, she’s at work. Plus, I don’t exactly have her number… Don’t look at me like that! We’ve been only neighbors until recently! There hasn’t been a good opportunity for it! And I’m awkward! Shut up!

The point still stands! I have to wait till she’s off from work. I might as well head home and chill. Which I do. I don’t run this time though. The walk back could be called peaceful from a certain perspective. Nothing untoward happens other than my own anxious mind racing with the different possible ways my next interaction with Sam will go. Ranging from overjoyed, instant acceptance to disdainful laughter at my pathetic attempt at even considering being good enough for her… Another possibility involves that weird dog, Gatsby I think, leaping in through a random window and supplexing an invisible Maddy that was hiding in the corner for some reason. The trials and tribulations of a nervous overthinker.

Unsurprisingly, the concept of using the app to help influence her reaction and decision does cross my mind. It’s absolutely tempting don’t get me wrong, but oddly enough, I quickly dismiss it. I just don’t like that whole concept; it feels like cheating. If Sam is going to agree or refuse, I want it to be because of her own desires. Not because I **** her to think the way that benefits me. This app has already made me sacrifice some points on the morality chart, I won’t let it take more.

When I finally do make it back to my apartment, there’s no spring in my step, and not from all the running I’ve done today. My muscles feel fine, and my energy level is normal, I’m just anxious which is making me drag a bit. I kick my shoes off, leaving them lying wherever they fall in the entryway, and shuffle inside. Stopping by my small kitchen, I haphazardly throw together a peanut butter and orange marmalade sandwich, because I’m fancy like that, and grab a root beer from the fridge. I crack open my beverage and take a swig as I continue my shuffling to my computer with my sustenance. Giving a look around my apartment as I do so. I’ve already seen Maddy once today, but I’d rather not be caught unaware if she decides to pop in again. I don’t see her though, which can either be good or bad right now. Not really sure. Regardless, I make it to my desk, set my food down, and flop into my chair, rubbing my temple after I do so.

“Why are you so bad at this?” I say disapprovingly to myself, “I know you’ve never been the greatest at talking to women, your very limited track record is proof of that, but come on! You’ve been doing alright so far! Minus the last bit… But still! You’ve gotten this far with only… A little help from a literally magical phone app thing at your command that is specifically designed to help you with this sort of thing… Why are you so nervous about it?... Dangit, this pep talk kind of took a turn… You-… Wait… Hold that thought.”

Speaking of the app, before I fall too deep into that particular rabbit hole of self-deprecation, I have a Living Doll to try out that I’ve been sitting on for too long; and a mind that could really use the distraction right about now. I take a bite of my sandwich and open the app. With my other hand. I may be bad with this thing, but I still know crumbs and phone don’t mix.

Her avatar shows her still sitting in her office chair and poking away at something in front of her, her desk and computer I assume. How do I activate “Living Doll” again? I just tap her avatar, right? It gave me an “Out of range!” pop up last time. Let’s see if I’m within now, I better be after how many gems I dumped into it.

I tap her avatar, instead of the buzz kill notification appearing, a new window with three buttons slides in from the left, covering over the UI for her profile. A hand in a pointing gesture, a hand making a C, and a hand with its thumb and pointer finger extended populate the “tool bar” looking thing. A little box surrounds the pointing hand, assumedly indicating that’s the one currently selected. I guess I just pick which kind of “hand” I want and just, tap on her avatar? I guess let’s try it.

I stick with the pointer hand for now and tap on Ms. Coopers’ shoulder. She doesn’t react. I frown and try again. This time, she bushes the shoulder with her opposite hand as if to swat whatever is prodding her. Ok, now we’re getting somewhere. I up the ante slightly and tap her cheek. Not the one on her butt, not yet. She is sitting after all. This time, she quickly puts her hand over where I tapped and looks around in confusion.

… This thing has extremely high prank potential… In addition to all the sexy times potential of course but come on! How could anyone not be tempted to just mess with someone when this power is at their fingertips? Not me, that’s for sure. The app said she’d explain it away to herself anyway, so no risk of driving her literally insane. Only figuratively. Which is funny. It would be even better if it were Halloween. Oh well.

Before trying out one of the other hands, I Take another bite of sandwich and decide to make a bold move. Well, bold comparatively. I wait until she moves on from the phantom cheek poke and returns to typing away, then I tap on her right boob. Her eyes widen and her hand shoots to where I tapped. She looks down at herself, trying to figure out what just caused the sensation. She feels around a bit and does some readjusting, but ultimately settles and goes back to her previous task.

The urge to just spam tap all over her with reckless abandon is incredibly strong. But how would she even attempt explain that one to herself? Nothing’s gone wrong with the app so far, knock on wood, but that doesn’t mean it won’t. I’d rather not overstimulate and short circuit something just yet. So, I switch to the hand making a C.

I assume this is a grabbing hand, but only one way to know for sure. I tap and hold down on her wrist…

I tap and hold down on her wrist…

I said I tap down on her wrist…

I tap down on her…

I tap on her…

I hold down…

God dangit! Stop moving!

Her wrist is moving around a bit as she types and it’s really small on an already small screen, I try a few more times but can’t seem to grab it. Stupid touchscreen. Am I doing it wrong? Is that hand not for grabbing? Did I not knock on wood hard enough? Or is it just my terrible touch screen skills kyboshing this endeavor? That’s probably it… This would be easier if I had a stylus… Hold that thought. I may have just the thing.

I set my phone down and get up. If I remember correctly, buried deep in my closet is a relic of and age long past that could be my savior. I just need to find it. I open my closet, scanning through the assortment of… Mostly sorted random stuff… Sort of sorted… Kind of sorted… The big things are on the bottom of the piles, it counts! I start rummaging through. I really should get some shelving or something to put my board games and manga on instead of just stacking them in here. How did I get so many empty boxes? I never use them but throwing them away just feels wrong. Why do I even have a box of Christmas decorations? I go home for the holidays. Dangit mom. Oh there’s my Godzilla figurine, been looking for that. Ah Ha! Found it!

Right behind my old Ukulele case, I find my prize. I grab the small, metallic briefcase from the depths of my cluttered closet and shut the door. I’ll clean it out later. I sit back at my desk and take a swig of root beer in victory. I undo the latches and slowly open the case. Inside, still perfectly packed in its’ little fitted foam slot, is my original, first edition Nintendo DS. Complete with flame stickers. Did I really describe this thing as a relic from an age gone by? The real relic is the old Gameboy I had as a kid. Now I just feel old. And don’t you look at me like that, I wasn’t always as averse to technology as I am today. Back in years gone by, I thought this thing was cool. And I wanted to play the new Pokemon at the time. Regardless, I pull the DS out and unsheathe the stylus. With metaphorical weapon in hand, I go back to my phone, grinning like a mad man.

“Alright little Miss wrist, time for the turns to table. Have at you!” I say, overdramatically as I tap her wrist with the pointed bit of plastic. Only for nothing to happen once again. I tap again, confused, but am met with the same result. Just to see if this is working, I tap her forearm.

Nothing.

I tap her shoulder.

Natta.

I tap the poking finger tool.

Zilch.

Ok, hold on a minute now. I tap the poking tool with my finger, the app responds and switches the highlight box. Does the stylus just not work on my phone? I need to make sure.

A quick Google search later and I have my answer, see, I’m not totally technologically inept. Only mostly. Regardless, the DS touchscreen works from pressure applied, while phone touchscreens work from the temperature of your finger as well as pressure. Well darn. Guess my “relic” won’t be helping me out after all. How are there multiple types of touchscreens? I’ll never understand the black magic that is technology.

“Oh for lewdness sake! Give me that!” A suddenly appeared Maddy says in obvious annoyance as she swipes my stylus from me…

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I don’t know if it’s a factor of being too startled or not startled at all, but my brain seems to have short circuited and left me incapable of responding in any way. My hand is still held up as if I was still holding the stylus and everything despite now being empty. While my brain does a hard reset, Maddy makes one of her weird sonic screwdriver looking things from before appear in her hand and pointing it at my stylus. A warbly hum emanates from her science fiction tool as it does whatever it’s doing to my bit of pointed plastic, although it can barely be heard over the aggravated mumblings Maddy’s making while she works. My brain manages to reboot after a minute, so I shrug and let her do her thing, taking another bite of my sandwich in the meantime.

With my mouth still full, Maddy curses a few times before seeming to accomplish whatever her task was and holds the stylus out for me.

“There! Attempt your shenanigans once more with this PATHETIC excuse of a human made implement that even the lowliest of demon kin would be ashamed and shunned beyond comprehension should they so much as CONSIDER utilizing such wretched, unavailing combination of polymers for even a task as lowly as scratching at some irritated dyshidrotic eczema on a drunken imp!” She says in her spoiled child like rant. Breathing heavily from anger as she stares at me intently.

I finish chewing and set my half-eaten sandwich down before slowly reaching out and grabbing my stylus from her forcefully offered hand. It’s a little warm, and maybe slightly heavier? Not sure, I look it over a bit, it still looks the same at least. I look back to Maddy and say,

“You’re not still salty about earlier, are you?”

“YOU DARE INSINUATE THAT I! THE GREAT AND POWERFUL MADDY, GENIUS WITHOUT EQUAL, MASTER OF ALL THINGS CRAFTED, ARCHITECT ARCANE FOR THE SUCCUBUS IMPERIUM, UNPARRALLED SKILL IN THE ART OF MAGIC AND TECHNOLOGY ADAPTATION, UNRIVALLED RUNESMITH SURPREME, HIGH COMMANDER FOR THE PROGRAMMING WARRIORS, CHAMPION OF THE JUNIOR SCIENTISTS SCIENCE FAIR PROJECT COMPETITIONS, AND RUNNER UP IN THE OTHERWORDLY HELLSCHOOL BEAUTY PAGENT, WOULD HOLD A PETTY GRUDGE AGAINST A PATHETIC MORTAL TARNISHING MY IMACULATE REPUTATION BY REPEATEDLY TORTURING MY WONDERFUL CREATION!!!!” She practically screams as she gesticulates wildly, complete with epic poses as foam spills from her mouth.

“… Runner up?” I ask because I’m apparently devoid of any kind of survival instinct.

“SHE CHEATED!!!” Maddy screeches before throwing down another smoke bomb and making a hasty retreat out my window just like before. I’m not sure if her closing my window after going through is out of courtesy or spite.

My guess would be the latter as I cough and attempt to fan the smoke away once again. she can literally teleport! Why does she insist on the smoke bombs!?! And what was with her attitude just now? The flair for the over-the-top drama is normal, but it’s not usually filled with so much angst. Is she really just salty from earlier? I kind of doubt that for some reason. Didn’t she say at our first meeting that me breaking her program all the time was a good thing? Why is she saying the exact opposite now?

At least I can take comfort that her leaving me with more questions than answers is still a constant. I’ll have to figure out what’s going on with her later, for now, I have an apparently modified stylus to try out. Let me just finish my sandwich first real quick and… Maddy stole it… What is with her and swiping my food?! God dangit. I take another swig of my beverage in consolation before getting back to the app. Ms. Cooper is just as I left her, still typing away. She’s really dedicated to her work.

With stylus in hand, I gently tap the grabbing hand once more and…… It works!!! Thank you Maddy! Your weird demon magic technology nonsense wins the day again! My spirits renewed; I take aim once more at Ms. Cooper’s writs and strike at the screen with all the precision my senses and dexterity can offer.

My attack connects with its target, causing her wrist to stop in midair. She looks down to it, her confusion coming right back as she attempts to move her own arm. Starting with rotating her wrist, then moving her elbow up and down, then trying to pull her hand towards herself. It budges, but still stubbornly refuses to obey. She just stares at it, either attempting to will it into compliance, or puzzle out why it is locked in place.

With that successful experiment concluded, I release her, lest she start panicking. So, this hand allows me to grab a part of her and hold it in place, but can it also move her? Time to up the ante once more and find out. I tap and hold her left shoulder, which doesn’t do much of anything on its own, Ms. Cooper doesn’t even appear to notice. Her posture is perfect, as always, pressed against the back of her semi fancy leather computer chair so I can’t pull her backwards. Therefore, forward is the only option. I try to push her by moving my stylus in that direction, but Ms. Cooper doesn’t bend. Her shoulder rolls a little, but her posture remains stalwart. Undeterred, I move my stylus back and forth a little to see just how much movement I can muster. Her shoulder continues to roll and shift, but not much beyond that. Oddly enough, Ms. Cooper doesn’t take much notice of it. If anything, her lapse in typing, closed eyes, and slightly tilted head tell me this feels like a massage to her. So not only does “Living Doll” allow me to be a phantom prankster and groper, but also a masseuse? As weird as it sounds, that kind of gives me a bit of comfort. I now know I can give something back and this feature isn’t solely capable of benefiting me alone.

I continue to massage her left shoulder and move on to her right after a bit, I feel like she’s earned it. She works a lot and is obviously enjoying it. Plus, making her more relaxed might lower her suspicion to further antics. Speaking of, I think it’s time to up the ante once again. I let go of her shoulder and spin my view around to her front. With my target in sight and locked on, I unleash my **** of grabbing her left breast. Her eyes go from blissfully closed to wide open almost instantly, but she makes no moves beyond that. After a moment’s hesitation, I slowly start moving my stylus around, causing her chest to shift in tandem. Her business professional attire covers up most of what’s happening beneath, but the effects are obvious all the same. She still makes no movements, so I continue, switching to her other breast after a minute or so. It’s hard to tell on the small screen, but I think I can see her cheeks redden a touch and her eyes relax from their open intensity a bit. She’s actually enjoying it! This is perfect! I was afraid of her going to paranoia before pleasure. I guess that massage really loosened her up in more ways than one. It also probably helps that she’s alone in her office.

Just then, she jolts, harshly snapping out of whatever reality her mind created to explain the stimulus before her mouth moves to say something. No sound goes through though, so I can’t hear what she said. Her avatar also only shows her and her chair, no other surroundings, so I can’t see who she’s talking to either. My guess would be Luke since he was on duty earlier, but there’s no way to know for sure. Whoever it is, they have a brief conversation before Ms. Cooper sighs and slowly gets up, the chair disappearing from view as she does. Readjusting her tan button up shirt and short black blazer as she does before beginning to walk. I watch and wait for her to stop walking before I try anything else, I’d rather not accidentally trip her or anything. It doesn’t take long, thankfully, as she comes to a standing stop a few seconds later now wearing her customer service smile as her mouth moves from conversation again.

I think she’s manning the register; they probably got a swarm of customers that Luke couldn’t handle on his own. At least she’s standing now, this opens up some more opportunities. A butt load of them, you might say.

I’m hilarious, I know. I can hear your groans from here.

I decide to try out that last hand option, the one with the thumb and pointer finger extended, I have an idea of what it is, but only one way to know for sure. I select it and adjust my view of Ms. Cooper’s avatar to her business pencil skirt covered backside. The most coveted of images amongst all her employees, myself included, but also the most guarded. Now, here I am with free reign to leer to my heart’s content. But new opportunities are open to me now, leering is now just the beginning. After taking a moment to appreciate the view my phone is providing me, I ready my stylus once more, and tap her right butt cheek.

She jumps in surprise again, probably not expecting the familiar sensation outside of her office chair but regains her composure just as quickly. Just as I thought, this hand is the pinching tool. Poking, Grabbing, and Pinching, those are the tools available to me through this punishment. Makes me even more curious what possible others would be added from the “Tools” upgrade in the unlockables. Questions to answer another time when the gems are more plentiful. Back to the task at hand. I go to pinch her again, but at the last second, she shifts her stance. Causing my jab to miss its target and tap the waistband of her skirt. She doesn’t react at all, so I don’t think she felt anything from that. Did it even do anything? It’s hard to tell on such a small screen. But now I’m curious. This reminds me of an old flash game I played way back, I zoom in on her waistband. Again, hard to see on the small screen, but my suspicion is confirmed. I managed to tap on the zipper for her skirt and pulled it down slightly.

My mouth forms into a very cheeky grin from this information. I can interact with her clothes too! This opens many possibilities. I zoom back out so I can see her reaction and tap on the zipper again. It lowers even more, causing the skirt to loosen its tight grip to her waist and exposing the barest hint of panties from the opening. Ms. Cooper hasn’t reacted in any way yet, I’m not sure if that’s due to her not noticing, or the fact that she’s currently talking to someone. I assume that’s what she’s doing at least, she looks focused on something in front of her and her mouth is moving. I really wish I could see her surroundings with this. But no matter! I shall continue regardless! This whole prospect is getting me excited.

I switch back over to the grabbing hand and position the camera to view her from the side. This stylus is making this whole endeavor so much easier, let me tell you. I’ll have to thank Maddy next time I see her. But then take it back for the sandwich theft. I feel she’d respect the petty act of spite. Anyways, back to what I was doing. Ms. Cooper looks to still be conversing with someone, must be one of the older regulars that love to chat. Perfect. I grab the end of her skirt and slowly start dragging it downward.

Ms. Cooper’s composure is tested and passes once again. Without so much as batting an eye, she simply leans forward slightly, pressing the hem of her skirt up against the counter to prevent it from falling. Pretty sure that means she noticed the zipper coming undone then. A change of tactics is necessary, this stealth mission has become a battle of attrition. I continue dragging her skirt earthward, but it gives some resistance. Like literal resistance to my pulling, it feels like something other than me is enacting a **** on my stylus, which is weird. Physically speaking, there’s nothing interacting with my stylus other than me. But I can feel a very apparent **** acting counter to what I’m trying to do.

“More magic nonsense ignoring the laws of physics, the reality police would have a conniption if they ever found out.” I say to myself. I would have said it to no one in particular, but we’re not on speaking terms right now. They keep ignoring me.

Half disturbed and half intrigued, I try to go with the flow of this new info and keep pulling. The **** acting against me matches my strength, so I pull harder. And harder. And harder! Harder!! HARDER!!! God dangit! How strongly is she pushing against that counter?! I can see why the strength upgrade would be worth investing in… So, the stealth mission failed, and the battle of attrition is lost. Time to make this a game of distraction. I switch back over to the pinching tool and rotate my view so I can see her front. She looks a little rigid, but still putting up a strong front of appearing calm. I wait a minute to let her calm down before I strike. Once her guard has relaxed, I tap the second highest button of her professional shirt, causing it to pop open instantly.

Why the second button you ask? Elementary my dear Watson! The top button is the obvious choice, which makes it the poorest option. Her guard has already been tested and is more than likely on a hair trigger right now. Her professional button up shirt is also likely a little snug around the neck, meaning that button undergoes the most stress out of all the others. So, undoing the topmost button has the highest chance of alerting her to my shenanigans. Which also means most of her subconscious attention is focused on that button’s integrity. Therefore! The button directly below is merely lurking in the first’s proverbial shadow, making it the prime target for a sneak attack! You may now bask in my genius.

……… God dang, Maddy must be rubbing off on me. Who am I even explaining this too? Note to self, check for insanity later… How do you even check yourself for insanity? Would you even be able to tell if your insane without the aforementioned insanity affecting your judgement? I guess it would depend on how you judge-

Stop! Stop it! Now is not the time for philosophical rabbit holes! Back to the task at hand Tyler! If Ms. Cooper noticed the button getting undone, she’s playing it cool, as if nothing is amiss. Perfect. I wait another minute, then tap the next button down. Causing it to spring undone just like the previous, luring you in with the visual promise of subtle yet tasteful cleavage. This time, she gives a slight, but obvious tell that she’s noticed. Her eyes widen ever so slightly. Her composure remains intact though if her customer service smile is anything to go by. Time for the final push. I tap the next button down, undoing it just the same as the others, exposing more cleavage and hints of the fabled bra.

Her composure finally starts to crack as she starts speaking again. I assume she was just listening up till now. I quickly switch back to the grabbing hand and tap her skirt once again, pulling it down in one smooth motion before she has a chance to react. The clothing falls to the ground, pooling around her feet. Leaving her black lace panty and garter belt clad ass, complete with matching leggings, completely exposed to me. I’ve dreamt of this sight for so long, the only draw back of the view being restricted to my phone screen instead of in person. But I will not complain. Her beautiful and bountiful peach is right before my eyes! Where Sam has firm and toned, Ms. Cooper has pure juice that practically jiggles on its own without looking fat. It’s a marvel to witness even on this small screen.

Ms. Cooper, for her part, is playing it about as cool as is possible I imagine. She obviously knows her skirt fell, but the customer is probably still in front of her. The customer service smile she’s wearing is exceptionally more strained than before, her face is beginning to flush, and a bead of sweat is starting to form on her brow. Not wanting to lay it on too thick and make her snap, I opt to simply watch and revel in her squirming. The counter is a couple inches above her waist, so she’s leaning as close to it as she can in an effort to shield her exposure from the customer. No way for me to tell how successful she is or not. Eventually, she appears to finally make the customer go on with their day and quickly reaches down to fix her wardrobe. In the middle of doing that, she looks up and appears to start shouting at someone. After zipping up her skirt, she marches forward and swipes at something. A phone appearing in her hand as she does.

Oh boy. Was another employee behind her that whole time? That guy’s certainly in trouble. I’d hate to be him right now. Jealous of him from a minute ago, but I think I made it out better in the end considering I’m not getting the scolding.

A muffled sound of a door opening and shutting breaks me from my train of thought. That almost sounded like… I exit out of Ms. Cooper’s profile and look to Sam’s. She’s in range.

She’s back from work…