Lubing up

"HEY! STOP THAT IMMEDIATELY!"

I opened my eyes. The waitress, the one with the nose ring, was looming over us.

I was still so lost in the pleasure of unloading into Jennifer’s mouth that the world felt like it was spinning in slow motion. Little by little, the details came back into focus.

I was in a coffee shop.

Getting blown by the hottest woman I had ever seen.

A bitchy, arrogant woman who was now on her knees before me.

…And that might have been a problem in the society I was living in.

People in the shop were now all staring at us. They saw the goth woman on her knees, cum dripping down her chin because she hadn’t managed to swallow it all.

Gasps. Exclaimed shouts. Some laughter.

A bro on the next table held up his hand in the air, expecting me to give him a high-five.

I had to fight back the primal instinct to punch his stupid, grinning face.

"GET OUT FROM THERE! NOW, BEFORE I CALL THE POLICE!" the waitress, or barista, whatever you call her profession, articulated very clearly and angrily.

Some people had already dug out their phones, hoping to make the next viral hit.

I’m pretty sure I had the foresight to bury my cock back into my jeans before any camera activated. I hoped. It was really fucking hard to tell in the hustle, especially with my heart hammering against my ribs.

Goddammit. How could I have been this stupid?

The event’s power had always shielded me so far.

Why did it end so suddenly, so… drastically?

Did I fuck up somehow?

Jennifer slid out from under the table.

I expected her to hide her head with her hands and run out of the shop crying.

But it turned out that I was still far from being Jennifluent.

So many things she did made so little sense to me, that I should’ve predicted she’d flounder me again.

She stood up, fierce, proud, either unaware of the cum still sticking to her cheek or intentionally ignoring it.

She stared the barista down, easily a head taller than she was. Or that’s how it felt.

"Sorry, must’ve missed the ‘can’t suck a cock’ sign. Wanna point me to it?"

At this point, the barista was on the edge of a nervous breakdown.

The only thing that came out of her mouth was a loud, unapologetic "GET OUTT!!!"

They practically threw us out. Sure, nobody actually touched us, but the staff gave every implication that they were about to get very physical.

Thank God Jennifer didn’t fight back. Needless to say, I was very compliant as well.

And there we stood on the sidewalk. She, clutching her laptop to her chest like a shield, a faint stain of cum still glistening on her face. She had wiped most of it off now, but it was clear she needed a mirror to finish the job.

Me? I suspected a looked as pale as a ghost, thinking whether that stupid video from all 17 angles would haunt me for the rest of my life.

Yeah, sure, there was no guarantee for virality, or if the event’s power would block people from posting it, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t practically shitting my pants out of fear for internet-notoriety.

Jennifer just looked a little annoyed. There was a dangerous glint in her eyes, but no shame. None at all.

The only way I could justify her behavior… this had to be because of the app, right? Her corruption had just shot up a full heart. That meant she has to be more slutty, more exhibitionist, more… crazy?

Or was she just trying to mask how embarrassed she actually was?

"Fucking hell. Bunch of prudes. I hate my generation."

I nodded, not even fully focusing on what she said. This was it. I couldn’t imagine something terrifying like this happening with Sandy. It was time to cut this… whatever this was, off. Right now. For both our sakes.

“Listen,” I started, my voice raspy.

“Nope.” She cut me off instantly, spinning to face me. “You’re not doing it again.”

"..Doing what?"

"Giving me a bullshit excuse and disappearing out of my life for days, weeks. I just sucked your cock, dude."

I sighed. "No, it’s more than that, we need to-"

"It’s my turn to do that. Fuck you."

And with that, she spun on her heels. She walked away, her stride confident, rolling her hips with an exaggerated, deliberate sway.

It was a sexy strut, a weaponized walk designed to make me watch.

And I did.

I watched her turn the corner and disappear, leaving me standing there on the sidewalk, my head spinning.

…Did we break up?

…Probably not?

I rubbed my face. God.

But maybe it was for the best. Maybe this was a good note to end things on? Better than a tearful confession or a dramatic fight. Just a public blowjob and a “fuck you.” It was… fitting.

I pulled out my phone. My hand was trembling slightly.

A cascade of notifications greeted me.

CORRUPTION 2 EVENT COMPLETED!

Jennifer learned that she enjoys public sex, and exhibitionism. She will be easily turned on in such interactions.

New Actions unlocked!

Watch blowjob videos, study techniques (+7 LOVE, +5 OBEDIENCE, +2 STRESS) / E N

Write kinky posts under real name in social media (+10 CORRUPTION, +6 STRESS) / M E

Finger self to orgasm (secretly) in public (+20 CORRUPTION, +20 STRESS) / D E

Write a romantic story about User (+10 LOVE, +10 STRESS) / W-D E

Notice: Only 28 possible actions are allowed. Reject new actions, or delete old ones.

You can now give Jennifer 10 actions a week!

They… were about the kinds of things I could expect at this point. Making her finger herself in public, pretty much weekly, kinda made my groin swell though. Lots of stress though. Not that it was still any kind of a problem. Yet.

And some of her old stats had adjusted again…

I immediately knew which four I should exchange for these new ones. “Exercise” seemed pretty pointless as this point. Maybe also the normal work at Jakey’s, as it profited the least. Those two were pretty clear.

The other options still had quite good points, and I wasn’t sure which ones I needed the least. I removed "Search 'how to talk to socially awkward people' on the net", purely on principle. I never wanted her to do that, and then try those "skills" on me. Eugh.

The other thing that caught my eye was "Write an erotic story in the net, using pseudonym" and "Write maledom/BDSM erotica for internet". Those things were almost the same, but the latter was a tad better. I removed the pseudonym-one, mainly to streamline things.

There we go.

I slapped my head. I was thinking about still using her, despite my very clear decision to dump her. Delete her profile. Which I should do right now.

But there were still a bunch of new notifications that I couldn’t help but check out.

Congrats! New casual wear unlocked!

Holy shit.

A deliciously fetishized, latex version of her goth style.

The image nearly gave me a nosebleed.

How… How could she wear something like that in public?

Fucking fuck.

The app was asking me if I wanted to change her casual wear to this right now. Using all my available willpower, I clicked "No".

It… There was no reason to play with her anymore. I…

5 hearts achieved, Body Editor unlocked!

Jesus, what’s this now?

A brand new tab on her profile?

It… It had a 3D model of her? Oh. Oh no.

The page had adjusters like "breast size", "ass size", "waist size", "leg height", even a fucking stat called just "bounciness" and a "lip puffiness".

Okay. So this thing is just a full-blown bimbofier, isn’t it?

…an optional bimbofier though. It wasn’t forcing me to use this, just… giving me the option.

But I still couldn’t do much. The adjustors were locked at the very beginning, allowing me to raise the values just by 1. And it looked like the scales went all the way up to… 16?

Clearly something that was meant to unlock the more I filled in her hearts. In fact, there was even a fucking auto-scaler option at the end of the page. The option read "adjust up with each heart".

…So, like, if I understood this correctly, every time I gained a heart with her… the values would go up? It would automatically make her even sexier, more curvaceous, more… bouncy… with each heart?

…I wondered if Sandy had these options too…

She had to, right?

Despite being scared out of my wits just fifteen minutes ago, I was already starting a serious second hard-on.

No. This had gone far enough. It was time to return her back to the wild. My finger hovered over the "delete profile"-button once again.

…

I couldn’t will it to go down.

I knew I couldn’t.

Not with all the time I had invested in her.

Not with that sexy strut.

Not with that mind-blowing blowjob.

Not with the options to keep changing her into something even more fun.

Why was I on this moral crusade in the first place? Who actually said I couldn’t keep using her? Who was actually judging me here? Just me? The voices in my head?

Well, fuck you.

And it wasn’t even like I was dating Sandy right now. That was only a dream of the future. There was no reason to be monogamous until Sandy locked me down.

I could imagine her big round eyes, staring into mine, after multiple lusty, passionate kisses, and telling me…

"I’m yours. Forever and ever."

At that point… We would be exclusive.

Until then, I had the right to do what every hot-blooded man did. Play the field.

I was keeping Jennifer. For now.

I could delete her profile at any point, and release her without any—not much—harm done.

I mean, Jesus, I couldn’t live my life without knowing what Corruption 3 was. Or maybe even Obedience 3.

I quickly started working on Jennifer’s schedule.

There. It was a fairly balanced all-rounder of obedience and corruption.

Huh, and I guess her stress was finally getting a bit bigger. Well, considering it would take 100 points to fill that meter, I didn’t have to worry about it for like… 7 weeks at this rate.

And I guess some love slipped in through. But it’s not like I ever needed to go to that event. I could just let it be. The same with corruption and obedience. I’d just let them all be ready for me, the moment I wanted to cash one of them in.

I just…. Wanted her to be…

Well, to use a metaphor, it wouldn’t hurt if things were lubed up for a smooth entry.