Handsy Handfuls(Rebecca)

Watching the confetti animation, she wondered why they called them punishments. Her phone's screen focused onto the blushing avatar as it seemingly groped and tweaked the air—roaming the shape of a hourglass figure. Game lore—whatever their reasoning was, Rebecca just saw it as nice fanservice. 'What an incentive to lose the game.' Pondering over it, her mind switched into dev mode trying to figure out the game. Now resting at it's light pink home-screen, she saw a section of hot pink buttons above the idling avatar. 'Basic ass Calibre', labelled submenus gave her a small pause: Wagers, Shop, Dares, Options, Stats, Special.

'Microtransactions? Let me vomit'. Although most of the submenus were darkened, she was confident of her understanding of the game. Looking at the bottom 'point' bar filled not even an 1/8th, the theory was that it was a skin based microtransaction system where the winners get the ability to eventually choose what animation or appearance they wanted. A somewhat greedy free-to-play mechanic, but not surprising for a phone game. 'Hand off the UI to an actual graphic designer, plus remove the kink subtext and maybe the niche would fit in somewhere more profitable.'

Moving her finger over Dares, Rebecca's intrigue snaps back to reality as a piercingly high-pitched scream breaks the libraries agreed silence. As everyone inside soon locates the origin, a college-age looking girl stumbles out of the backroom; barely balancing on what looks to be four-inch, fire-engine red stilettoes. At first glance, Rebecca thought she was some part-time librarian. Then she realized that Easter pink, three-buttoned blouse was sheer; showcasing a lacy white bra underneath . Seeing the younger girl stumble her way towards the entrance, Rebecca couldn't keep a snicker inside. Whatever size that girl's bra was, it looked slightly silly to try the deep V-neck without at-least padding. And the closer she inspected, Rebecca couldn't help but laugh at how absurd of a parody the raven-bun'd cutie put on: Thick, pink cat-eye glasses that looked just slightly big on the button-nosed girl. Gaudy pink lips latching onto a sharpie like it's a lollipop. A pearl necklace that fit tightly around the neck like a collar. A high waisted pencil mini that just barely covered that pert bum, over white lace stockings finished the outfit. As the inch taller-on-heels stranger finally click-clacked to the door, she made the mistake of glancing back—eyes meeting the half-a-dozen visitors. Furiously blushing, her shame didn't prevent the girl nearly tripping three more times as she rushed to the side; outside and away from the entrance's glass.

Taking a moment, Rebecca had to clutch her stomach while trying to withhold collapsing onto the floor. 'That was too good! Whoever made that bet is gold.' All the looks of the other guys inside, how the mother wrapped her arms around the pre-teen's head—made her day. Finding out this sorta cool game and then seeing that; Rebecca definitely planned to return, at-least to figure out what happened inside the backroom.

Trying to peak through the open door didn't locate the librarian, so the blonde decided to call it. Exiting the library herself, she catches the kink rush out in an 2000 era Lexus. 'This is going to rock her socks off', Rebecca laughed to herself as she pulled out her keys to her red Corolla.

Unlocking the shared apartment, Rebecca opened into the living room; jumping onto the couch right onto her roomie's sleeping legs.

"Jesus fucking christ!" Jolting the red-head, her long hair flips as she falls off the couch; scrambling to get onto her feet. Rebecca watched as her Asian roommate rub her long legs, admiring the given view. The slightly messed up ponytail that touched her back—the unfortunate blue sweater hiding lovely E-cup teardrops but would be giving a view if she wasn't wearing scrunched up shorts...

"We're roommates, not lovers!!" Stomping her foot, Melanie glared right back at her friend's longing gaze.

Rebecca shrugged the glare off. "Sorry madam,-Still a'lil active after a showing."

"You went to the library." Giving an eyebrow, Melanie sighed; sliding right back next to her pale, freckled friend.

"Absolutely!" Gearing up, Rebecca gets into explaining. Sentence after sentence of detail drilling the whole library experience that Melanie knew was coming. For an awkward, game program grad, it was odd how she had this propensity to just share her entire life's story. Jumping back and forth the tale was so scrambled that Melanie partly thought it could've been an elaborate excuse.

Halfway into describing the number, the apprehension turned into shock. Obliviously, Rebecca's hands started to roam around Melanie's body. One started to roam slowly up and down the sweater, down to the shorts, doing incremental trips towards the waistband of the shorts. The other started to draw circles on each breast with the index finger. Caught up in her story, Rebecca didn't notice, however Melanie looked like a deer in headlights. She thought their friendship was worth more than sexual harassment. She couldn't just jump up and run. Maybe her friend's high or drunk—either way, one of the hands went under the waistband, touching her mound. Glancing around, she desperately tried to figure out how to get out of this scenario without losing a friend; eventually settling her eyes on a notification.

"h-HEy! Your game's buzzing you!"

Glancing to the side, Rebecca noticed her phone on the ground lit up with a message:

Gem Ladies: Downtime Deleter Booster Activated! Open the Game!(Or face the punishments. ;D)

"Oh". Both hands retreating, Rebecca finally notices and ducks down to reach the phone in a rush. Her brain, wanting to be in any other situation, fails to question how she was mindlessly teasing Melanie—focusing on distracting herself with the game.

The app seemed to auto-start as soon as she unlocked her phone. Scooting away slightly, Rebecca starts to answer trivia questions about machines and robotics. Somewhat familiar, but too embarrassed to think straight, she furrowed her eyebrows.

Watching how Rebecca suddenly switched tracks, Melanie wondered how interesting that game was. Getting off the couch, she tried standing next to Rebecca to see, 'She was never into Trivia Pursuit-What the fuck'.

While playing the game, Rebecca's peripheral vision watched as her free hand started to rub Melanie's snatch through her shorts. Questions about uncanny valley, Robert A. Heinlein, the three laws of robotics, the cybermen and the terminator dashed by without any regard to the answers. The quicker she answered, the quicker should could bolt. In the end she apparently got 7/15. Greeted with the results screen again, the choices were listed:

Rebecca Broodben: Something to hold onto, Bursting Out, if you got it flaunt it

Cecilia Vern: Baby Got Back, Perky & Popular, Social Media Slut

Stella O'Rals: Facial Fan, Flashy moves, Sashay

End Note: I didn't realize until now how many librarian characters there were until after I went with one. Anyway, next chapter should be Rebecca, and then I'll start continuing Cecilia's path.

Edit Note: Changed a line for future plans.
Edit Note 2: Changed a punishment for Cecilia.