Saturday Night

Turn 12 Saturday Evening

Ashley's friend really did have a problem. The moment Regan stepped into the apartment she could smell it. How much had this girl been masturbating to make the entire unit smell like pussy? Regan loved it as much as the next girl but enough was enough, this was an almost supernatural dedication to...Regan frowned. Supernatural..."Fuck..."

"What? Oh ya, it's awful." Ashley said beside her.

Regan shook her head, but didn't elaborate. She couldn't exactly tell Ashley that she knew what was going on here. It turns out there is something that could make a good girl go bad this way, Regan knew all about it. When she'd tested it herself she'd had to **** herself to throw it out the window. Out the window and onto the campus where anyone could find it. Where this girl had found it.

Regan knew she had to take the Tentacle back. It was clearly too dangerous to leave with this poor girl. The question was how to extract it without succumbing to it herself? She approached the door with Ashley as she tried to think. They could hear moans and a furious squelching sound from the other side of the door.

"We have to get the dildo from her," Regan said, "You're stronger than me. You hold her down and let me grab it."

"Dildo? How do you-"

"Just do it." Regan said. She went and found a plastic bag, then went back. She looked at Ashley, who nodded. Regan took a deep breath and then pushed open the door. The lone occupant of the room didn't even seem to notice, not until Ashley grabbed her hands. Regan grabbed the dildo from her and was immediately assaulted with a need to use it herself, despite the fact that it was coated in another woman's fluids. Regan shoved it into the bag and tied it tightly.

Even without seeing it or touching it, just knowing it was there, she still desperately wanted to rip off her panties and go to town. Only the memory of her first experience with it was enough to hold her back. "Look after her." Regan yelled. Then she ran out of the apartment on her own, holding onto the bag tightly. She knew she couldn't keep it herself. She wouldn't be able to resist the temptation forever. But as callous as she could be at times, she couldn't just throw it away for someone else to find. She had a feeling that even the trash wouldn't be safe, somehow it would find an owner.

That left her with one idea. If it didn't work, well, that would really suck. Not for her of course, but for the poor sap she was about to foist this problem on. Regan was fairly outgoing, or at least confident, but her personality meant she didn't have a lot of close friends. Besides Ashley, who was only her friend because of their living situation, she only had a couple people on campus she would assign that title to. And one of those people was Willis.

Willis shared a 1st year psych course with her, and they'd bonded over how much they both hated it. They normally sat at the very back together, trying to avoid getting called on by the professor. They weren't BFFs or anything, but friends was an apt description. She hoped they would still be friends after what she was about to do. She didn't stop running until she reached his house, just a few minutes from campus. She knocked, praying he was home.

Willis opened the door and stared down at her with a raised eyebrow, "You look like shit."

"T-thanks," Regan said, trying to catch her breath, "H-here. I need you to take this." She held out the bag.

Willis took it, then peeked inside, "What the fuck...seriously Regan. What the hell is this?"

"D-dildo." She spat out.

"Obviously...and wow, a used one at that. If this is some sort of joke, I'm not getting it."

She resisted the urge to grab the bag back from him, "Y-you don't want to use it?"

Willis blinked, "What?" He gave her a hard stare, "Are you fucking kidding me?"

That answered that. He hadn't even tried to touch it. She'd lucked out. The dildo was only irresistible to women. "Thank God. Take it and hide it. Please. Don't ever let a woman see it. Unless...unless you need to hurt her I guess."

Willis slowly lowered the bag, and took his time thinking about it, "Alright...I'll do it. But not for free."

"I don't have any m-"

He cut her off, "Not money. Two things. One, you're going to tell me what the fuck is actually going on. And two you have to find me a hot date for tonight."

Regan felt the temptation stirring, if he stayed there much longer she was going to rip the bag back from him, "Fine! I'll go with you to your stupid party! Just hide it!"

"You? No no no. I said a hot date. Not a pipsqueak like you," Willis grinned at her. At 6 foot 7 Willis towered over her, and well, pretty much everyone else. Making fun of her height was one of his favourite things to do. Normally she would have clapped back, but she was getting ****.

"Fine. Whatever you want. Just hide it!"

"Oh fine, be right back." Willis disappeared into his house, and Regan took a deep breath. It was gone. She was safe. She slumped down onto his porch. Now she just had to think of what exactly she was going to tell him.

---

Cynthia looked down at her notes. She'd run Mia through everything she'd planned, and then some. So far she hadn't found a single task she couldn't **** her to do. Of course she'd gone somewhat easy on Mia. After all she wanted them to remain partners when this was over. Forcing her into a gangbang would have provided valuable data, but Cynthia knew better than to push quite that far. Not that she hadn't pushed at all. Mia would definitely be angry once the necklace was off. Very angry. After all she'd **** her friend to masturbate in front of an open window, answer the door naked and wear a butt plug for the first time. Yes, Mia would be rightly pissed.

Cynthia was a little pissed herself actually. Not at Mia. She'd been a wonderful test subject. At one of the other players. Obviously she'd been targeting by an invention. Whenever she heard the word 'Nefarious' she was **** to strip, removing a single item of clothing. They'd tested it and it didn't matter who said it, if it was live or recorded, even if it was a person or voice to text. If she heard the word, she stripped. And she couldn't put it back on. She could wear something similar, but not the exact item. All of the clothes she'd brought with her were unwearable now, and she'd gone through a substantial portion of Mia's clothes during testing. She'd have to keep trying to put the clothes back on to see if there was a time limit, but for now she was just glad it was such an uncommon word.

Cynthia glanced up at Mia. The poor women was currently doing jumping jacks. Cynthia had told her to start and keep going, and she was curious to see just how it would end. She'd saved this test for the end, after all Mia wouldn't be in much shape to do anything afterwards. Would she keep trying even after her muscles started to fail? Would she be able to give up before hurting herself? Or would she beat the odds and run out the clock?

Unfortunately the latter was looking to be the most likely option. Unbelievably Mia had just passed the 5 minute mark. Her chest was heaving and she was struggling to breath, but her body kept on going. Just as she thought Mia looked to be on the edge of failure, Cynthia's phone alarm started to ring. Mia's eyes went wide, and Cynthia was momentarily tempted to keep the experiment going, just a few minutes longer, but after just a second of hesitation she nodded, "You can stop. Remove the necklace."

Mia fell to the ground and immediately pulled the necklace off and tossed it aside. She was breathing too heavily to speak, so Cynthia gave her a moment to rest before continuing. After all she needed to get Mia's thoughts to finish off her notes. For completeness. After a second, Cynthia decided to grab the necklace. In case Mia got any funny ideas.

After a few minutes of rest Mia seemed to have caught her breath. She pushed herself up to sitting and glared at Cynthia. Cynthia offered her a polite smile, "Now Mia I know you're upset but-"

"Nefarious." Mia said.

Cynthia found herself **** to remove the shirt she'd borrowed. "Now Mia-"

"Nefarious." Mia said again, "Nefarious. Nefarious. Nefarious..."

In mere seconds Cynthia was totally nude, she covered herself with her hands and glared at Mia, "Mia! Don't be ridiculous."

"Ridiculous? You think I'm being ridiculous? You made me offer the pizza delivery driver a blowjob!"

"I didn't make you DO it though." Cynthia defended.

"You had spend $5000 at a sex shop online!"

"You can afford it..." Cynthia said weakly.

"You made me edge myself for hours!"

"I had to know if there was any limits." Cynthia said.

"WHY? You want to test limits? Let's test," Mia pointed at the necklace in Cynthia's hands, "Put it on. I'll test you. Now I know what you're thinking. You're thinking no way. Well why not? You think I'll give you the same treatment you gave me? Maybe. Maybe not. But this is what I do know. If you don't put it on, I'm not going to let you borrow any clothes. I will say Nefarious any time you put anything on. So you can put the necklace on, or you can leave her as you are now. Naked. And just in case you think you'll be fine running to your car and driving home naked, I'll say it every time I see you. Nefarious. Until you put it on."

"Bollocks." Cynthia spat. Mia had her there. "Fine. Same terms? No leaving your house?"

"No terms," Mia said, "You trust me. Or you spend some time as a nudist."

Cynthia clicked her tongue, but nodded. She slipped the necklace around her neck, "There. Can I get dressed now?"

"No. I'm going to go take a very, very long soak in the tub. Would you stay off your phone and write down a list of things you hope I won't do to you while I'm gone?"

"Yes!" Cynthia was **** to say. She immediately grabbed her pen and paper and started to write, her brain filling up with everything she prayed Mia wouldn't do.

---

Kai heard a knock at the door and stood up quickly. She took a deep breath, steadying herself for what she was about to do. She crossed the room and opened it, and looked up, way up, into Jonas's eyes.

"Uh, hi," He said awkwardly, "You wanted me to come over?"

Kai nodded, "Yes. Please come in." She stepped back so he could enter. As he passed her she felt her heart racing, her programming already kicking in. Her mind control satellite made sure Jonas was ready to do what needed to be done, but even with his sperm in hand she hadn't been able to consume it. That's why she'd used the hypnosis ray on herself. Now the very idea of what she was about to do was filling her with excitement. She hadn't turned herself into some sort of slut of anything. She'd removed any barriers to satisfying her craving. Now instead of dreading touching his penis, all she could think about was the gooey reward waiting for her if she did.

"So you're text was pretty vague..." Jonas said, "How can I help you?"

Kai immediately dropped to her knees in front of him, "I need your dick," She said, grabbing his shorts and pulling them down, "Or your sperm I guess."

"Oh, I can help with that." Jonas said in a serious tone, "Take as much as you want." It was an odd thing to say, but she'd programmed him to be extremely helpful to her. Getting a blowjob was obviously not a red line for him, because he didn't stop her as she pulled down his boxers and freed his cock. Considering Jonas's huge bulk, she'd been expected something huge, so she was momentarily surprised to see a perfectly normal cock in front of her. Well, she assumed it was normal. She didn't have a lot of experience with it, but it seemed like it would go in her mouth easy enough.

She could feel her programming working. Telling her to suck. Telling her it was ok, that she wanted this more than anything. She opened her mouth and took him inside. It tasted a little salty, but not in a bad way. In fact her mind started to tell her this was the best thing ever. She wanted more. Needed more. She started moving back and forth. She had no experience doing this, but she understood the basic principle. Even if she was no expert, she could still get the job done. It took longer than she expected but eventually she got her reward. Jonas grunted and then her mouth was suddenly flooded with his creamy delicious sperm. She knew she couldn't waste any of it and worked to swallow every drop, then she went as far as to lick him clean before finally standing up.

"Thanks, I need that," She said to him. Then she blushed, the reality of what she'd just done crashing down, "Um...please don't tell anyone about this. It's our secret, right?"

"Yes, of course." He said.

She bit her lip, wondering what she was supposed to do now. Let him stay and talk? Ask him to go work out? Did anyone see him come in? Would they spread rumors if he stayed?

"Uh, you should go. I'll see you at the gym later." Kai said quickly.

"Alright, glad I could help. Bye." Jonas left quickly and Kai flopped onto her bed. She couldn't believe she'd just done that, but it was worth it. Thanks to the protein powder she was stronger than ever. She smiled to herself, just wait, she'd show the whole world how good she could be.

---

Grey was sitting on the couch, topless, when Lars finally came home. He instinctively reached for his shirt, but then sighed and let it stay on the couch beside him. What was the point in covering up his chest around Lars? Lars knew he was one of the guys, and why set off the countdown when he didn't have to?

Lars came and sat down on the couch beside him. Grey noted he was still wearing the gloves. "How'd it go?" Grey asked.

"A-maze-ing." Lars said, "Though I did learn a few things."

"Like what?" Grey asked.

"Well..." Lars reached over and cupped one of Grey's boobs, "You know how I'm touching you right now, that's ok, isn't it?"

"Well obviously." Grey said, confused as to why Lars would ask something so obvious.

"Well I can do this all day and you won't get mad at me. Why would you? But if I were to say...tell you that I want to suck your nipples-"

"Ew! Gross! What the fuck dude?" Grey said angrily.

"Ya. See? That's it. I made the mistake of running my mouth a little bit. Touch? Ok. Talk? Not ok. Also it's not just boobs...although to be honest that was my primary focus, but any touch is ok, as long as it's with these gloves. Anyway, I had a lot of fun. So thanks. We're even."

"Ok. Good," Grey looked at Lars's hand, still cupping his breast. On some level he knew it was supposed to be wrong, but he just couldn't figure out why, "Anyway it's almost 8. I've got to pick my next action."

"Don't you only have 1 coin left? It's obvious, you have to WORK." Lars said.

"Well I could research, or get another spy." Grey said.

"Nah dude. WORK. Get some coins."

"Hmm...fine. I'll lock it in." Grey reached for his phone, but it was too far away with Lars still grabbing his breast, "Dude do you mind? I can't reach."

"Oh, sorry." Lars let go and allowed Grey to grab his phone. Then Lars pulled off the gloves, "Should have tested this part. Are you mad at me?"

Grey raised an eyebrow, "Uh, no? Why would I be?"

Lars shrugged, "For groping you earlier."

"That was fine. Why would I be mad?" Grey asked, honestly curious.

"So I can grope you right now?"

"Fuck no. Touch me and die." Grey said, "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing. Nevermind. So did you do it?" Lars asked.

"Yep. WORK. Now we just gotta wait." Grey said.

They sat in silence and watched tv for a little bit as they both awaited the next turn. Soon Grey's phone lit up with notification and he opened it to check.

He was shocked to see he'd earned 6 coins. That meant all 4 of them had picked WORK. He dismissed that and checked his new info.

Your Spy has produced results. You met another player Friday Night.
Your spy has produced results. Red and Purple live in Waldron Hall.
Your spy has produced results. Red's first name is Regan.

"Regan...did we hear that chick's name?" Grey asked.

Lars shook her head, "I'm sure she's a player. Unfortunately we just know what she looks like. Though, Regan isn't a super common name. You should get your professor friend to see if she's in the student directory or something."

"That's...actually a good idea. Anyway, now what is my work challenge...fuck."

"Fuck? That seems pretty ****." Lars said.

Grey punched him, "No. It says make out for 5 minutes continuously."

Lars made a face, "Ew. Dude, I mean, you're really, really hot. But no. You're still a guy even if you have a nice rack."

Grey wasn't sure if he should be offended or not, so he skipped passed it and addressed the issue at hand, "Ya so obviously I'm not going to make out with a dude. But I had no game as a man, how they hell am I going to pick up a girl now that I look like this?"

"Well...objectively you now much, much hotter." Lars said.

Grey couldn't really argue that point, "Ok...sure. But how many girls are gay? 10%? Less maybe?

"Dude," Lars laughed, "You don't need to find a nice girl to settle down and buy a Subaru with. You just need to make out. Straight girls do it all the time."

"I think you've been watching too many movies." Grey said.

"Nah. Trust me. I got you. I wasn't planning on it, but I got an invite to a party. Two nights in a row is a bit much, but hey, we're young."

Grey bit his lip, "Or...you take a pill and-"

"You really wanna kiss me that bad? But answer is no. And if you trick me into drinking a pill so help me I will-"

"No no," Grey said, "I promise. No more drugging you."

"Then go put on something slutty. We've got a party to go to."

---

Kai uselessly pulled down her dress, but no matter how much she tugged it never seemed to reach down far enough. How are other girls comfortable wearing stuff like this? She looked around and realized her dress wasn't the shortest, or the most revealing. Not by a long shot. Not that she felt any better because of that. She was terrified that her dress would ride up and expose her shiny metallic secret. Which...she considered...was probably the point.

Kai hadn't come to this party because for love of cheap booze and loud music. No, she'd come because she HAD to come. Her blackmailer had insisted on it. Had even provided the dress, which seemed like it had been meant for a much smaller woman. She kept scanning the party, trying to find someone she recognized, but it was so crowded she'd had no such luck.

She pulled out her phone, checking if her blackmailer, or keyholder as they asked to be called, had provided new instructions. There was nothing, but now that it was after 8 her app had updates. 3 new coins, and 3 pieces of information.

Your spy has produced results. Your keyholder has smaller breasts than you.
Your spy has produced results. Panty viewer forces one opponent of your choice to sometimes remove their underwear.
Your spy has produced results. Your keyholder is not the player who caused the Locust Plague.

How very...useless. Kai wasn't lacking up top, so the first clue didn't provide much help, the panty viewer was pretty easy to guess, and she had no idea who cuased the locust in the first place.

With a sigh she dismissed it and checked her WORK task. She really hoped she didn't have to flash anyone...

Make out with someone for 5 minutes.

Ew. No. She couldn't do that. Could she?

"Hey gurl." Some frat bro had snuck up on her and started talking. She glared at him. Definitely not. She turned without saying anything to him and tried to leave, but he reached out and caught her arm, "Whoa? Where are you off to in such a rush? Can't even say hi?"

Kai knew she was stronger than him. Much stronger. It wouldn't take much to break his grip. Even before the protein powder she was confident in her abilities, but now it would be child's play. Except doing that would cause a commotion, and she didn't want anyone else looking at her.

"Let go of me." She said quietly.

"Or what? Bitch?"

"Or I scream 'HELP' and everyone hear realizes what a piece of shit you are," It was Kai who spoke, but a blonde woman who'd walked right up to them without either of them noticing, "Besides, I'm pretty sure she can kick your ass."

The man hesitated, then let go, "Whatever."

As he walked away Kai turned to her 'savior', "Uh, thanks. I didn't want to cause a scene."

The blonde shrugged, "No problem. I was actually saving him though, pretty sure I saw **** in your eyes."

Kai let out a slight chuckle, "Well...you aren't far off."

The blonde held out a hand, "I'm Grey by the way."

"Grey? An interesting name. I'm Kai."

"Kai? Can I buy you a drink?" Grey asked.

Kai raised an eyebrow, "I thought it was free..."

Grey laughed, "Ya...it was a joke..."

"Oh..." Kai blushed, "Well...sure. Thanks." Kai accepted Grey's offer and they headed off to find the keg together.

---

"There she is." Regan said, "Oh shit. And look who she's with!"

"Which one?" Willis asked, "That blonde?"

"No, yes. Both of them," Regan said, "The dark skinned Goddess is the one I made come to the party for you. But the blonde, she's another player too. I'm sure of it."

Willis let out a whistle, "Well they are both fine as hell...maybe too fine."

"Too fine?" Regan asked.

"Well I know you basically blackmailed one into coming, but I can't let you threaten her into giving me a shot. That's just...wrong."

"Oh? So you were fine with forcing her to come to this party, but anything more is off limits?"

Willis shrugged, "Not anything...you know I'm not some upstanding citizen or anything, but I gotta shoot my shot on my own now that she's here...but damn, she's going to reject me."

"Why? She's an athlete. Volleyball. She's probably into big guys like you."

"No. She's probably into athletes. Buff dudes. I'm tall, but I fall down in a stiff breeze...but...maybe she doesn't date white dudes. I'm the only black man on campus, maybe I've got a shot."

"The only black man on campus?" Regan raised an eyebrow, "I'm sure there's at least...3 of you."

"Haha, very funny." Willis remarked.

"You said it first. Anyway, I need you to go say hi. Get the blonde's name at least."

"Sure. I'll do all the work. While you just sit back and drink my beer."

Regan took a sip, then made a sour face, "It's a good thing you aren't charging people, because this shit is nasty."

Willis stood up, then grabbed her cup from her, "Then no booze for you. You're cut off."

"Hey!" Regan jumped for it, but he easily put it out of reach, "I'm sorry! Gimme!"

Willis handed it back to her, "Wish me luck."

"I hope she throws a drink in your face!" Regan shouted.

Willis gave her a thumbs up and a wink, and went after the girls.

Regan sat back, wondering if she should get her work challenge over and done with now. She shrugged. Might as well. She quickly drainer her beer and then walked into the crowd. A few seconds in she found a suitable target. She grabbed his shirt and he looked at her, startled, "Make out with me." She said.

"Umm..." He was visibly flustered, but he didn't resist as Regan pressed her lips into his. After a moment he relaxed, and put his arms around her waist. She heard some whistles and catcalls, but she ignored them. Just 5 minutes and then she could ditch this guy...or not. He actually wasn't bad.

---

Mia clicked her tongue, "No...not volunteering for that."

"Then let me go so I can complete it." Cynthia said.

"It's only 8:30. Don't you have until 8am tomorrow?" Mia asked, "Besides, I'm not done yet."

"I've already cleaned your entire house and did all that yard work, in a bikini no less, aren't you satisfied yet?" Cynthia asked.

"No. I'm not...but I suppose my anger is cooling off. Tell you what, I'll help you get your work goal if you agree to leave the house."

Cynthia hesitated. She really didn't want to go out in public wearing the necklace, but it would be a waste not to get the coins from WORK. Besides, she didn't know what would happen if she failed. She decided she had to trust Mia. If she wanted to continue to be partners she wouldn't let things get to far. If she didn't...well Cynthia would find out soon enough.

"Ok, then...Nefarious! Nefarious!" Mia giggled as she spat out the trigger again, forcing Cynthia to strip out of the bikini, "Come to my bedroom, we'll find you something to wear."

They did, eventually. There wasn't much Mia owned that Cynthia was allowed to wear by this point. It was, quite frankly, something Cynthia would never ever wear in public. She couldn't even fathom why Mia owned something like this. Mia had given her panties, but no bra. Forcing her to put on pasties instead. She couldn't believe she had to put this on, but as long as she wore the necklace she had ****. She put it on as ordered, and followed Mia out the front door.

"Where are we going?" Cynthia asked, "I can't be seen like this."

"It's Saturday night, what are two 20 somethings going to do?" Mia asked. She had put on a dress of her own, although much more conservative.

"We're in our 30s Mia."

"Not anymore we aren't." Mia giggled. She'd used the de-aging ray immediately after her bath.

"Oh God, you can't-" Cynthia started to say.

"That's right! We're crashing a frat party!" Mia shouted, "Would you please not complain about it? Oh, and would you refer to yourself as Cyn now? Cynthia is so...old."

"Yes..." Cynthia said, she had little choice in the matter, "Just...take care of me."

Mia winked, "I promise," She pulled out her phone, "Now smile...." When Cynthia didn't smile Mia sighed and rolled her eyes, "Would you smile for me?"

So of course, she did.

Once she got the necklace off there was going to be hell to pay. But for now...

"Would you follow me?" Mia asked.

Cynthia had **** but to play along.

---

Cynthia is still wearing necklace despite AI photo and Grey's hand...just never look at AI generated hands...