On pins & needles

How many days had it been now?

…25, right? 25 days since I first got the app.

Damn near a month.

I was getting way too comfortable with it.

I was taking stupid, needless risks all over the place. What I was doing… To all these women at the same time… was insanely dangerous.

But I had grown too careless. For God’s sake, I didn’t even bother taking proper precautions anymore. I had stopped caring whether Maria had some goons still following me. Or if she ever did. After that whole thing with Hayley, I felt safe enough to do anything without looking over my back. Like a stupid idiot.

Sigh.

Janice.

She wasn’t under my control. And she was a complete bitch.

Despite that, I just thought that she would fall in line like all the others.

Now she was an inch away from taking everything from me.

Sigh.

I looked at the app one more time.

Did this fucking update have to happen this very night?

Did the appmakers have a grudge against me or something?

-UPDATE-

Due to a coding error, some users have been able to **** the ORGASM LOCK. The orgasm lock isn’t supposed to make the subject orgasm whenever the user wants them to, only to allow for that. Meaning, if the subject is not in a near-orgasm state, allowing them to orgasm shouldn’t have any immediate effect.

The users have also been able to give subjects conditions for orgasming, for example, making them orgasm each time they say the user’s name. Giving the subjects conditions is fine, but only for allowing them to orgasm. Not for instant orgasms.

The orgasm lock is supposed to only act as a key and a lock to an orgasm, not as an instant pleasure device.

The immediate orgasm-effect is now removed from the function of the lock. However, we made it so, that when the subject reaches +100, this feature is unlocked once again. The user can give +100 subjects instant orgasms.

If you have placed “instant orgasm”-conditions in the subjects, those conditions will be removed. Effective right now.

Sorry for the confusion this has caused. This one is our mistake.

Thank you for your continued patronage!

…

Yeah, I didn’t read it wrong. It was just as crappy as I thought it was.

Man. Was the orgasm I just gave Sophie the last one I could give with just a snap of my fingers?

…Or perhaps Sophie was ready to orgasm anyway?

Not the point.

The main point here was… I just completely lost my leverage on Janice.

Five minutes before I was supposed to meet her.

I had already parked in her driveway, and I just stared at her front door.

Shit.

…calm down, Jack. Take a deep breath.

All was not lost.

The app only said that the condition was now removed. Meaning that if Janice told anybody what I did, she wouldn’t cum 8 times in a row after that.

But… as far as I knew…

She didn’t know that.

Meaning I could still bluff my way through this.

Yeah, sure, I had just lost my mega-orgasmic powers… which helped me a lot when I last confronted her… Which just meant I needed to be smart about this.

I could do that, right?

…

She could’ve informed police already. But she hadn’t. She demanded a conversation with me first. Which meant that I had something she needed.

I just needed to play this right.

I took a last, long look at her current traits…

And finally exited my car.

I was about to knock on the front door…

Before I realized the door was already open.

Eugh, I didn’t like this.

It brought back all kinds of nasty memories from the Diamanti mansion.

But, I didn’t really have a choice. Not right now.

I carefully opened the door, and stepped inside the hallway.

“Get into the living room. Now,” I heard Janice’s voice from the other room.

Fucking hell.

I did not like this.

But, I steeled myself.

If she saw me acting weak…

This thing was about bluffing now. I had to act confident.

I swiftly walked into the living room.

She was sprawled out on the sofa.

Her hair and face looked more frazzled than anytime I had seen her. She was usually so put-together. Now she barely wore any make-up, and she had bags under her eyes.

And she was wearing nothing but a black, satin bathrobe.

…Which was an odd choice of clothing, alright…

If she didn’t have those murderous, cold eyes… I probably would have been turned on by her current attire.

But when I saw what was in her hand…

“…Is that a stun gun?”

She lifted the thing up, and pressed the trigger.

ZZZZZZZZZ!!

The electricity crackled in the air.

Thankfully it was pretty far away from me. But I still took a step back.

“Take one step too close to me and-“

“Okay, okay. I won’t. Put it down.”

She eyed me for a good while, before finally releasing the trigger and lowering the thing.

Fuck. This was getting worse and worse.

In her other hand, she held a phone.

She lifted it up, drawing my attention to it.

“I’ve compiled an e-mail. All about last Tuesday. It’s all ready to be sent. And it’s going straight to the cops. All I need to do is press ‘send’. Understood?”

…

Nice thinking. She found a loophole in my rule of not telling anybody else what happened.

If she tried talking about this, or calling someone, she would just enter the orgasm-zone and probably couldn’t make any sense after that.

But so far, just by writing that message, she hadn’t actually told anybody anything yet. But she could relay her whole message in an instant, with just the click of a button.

…She was well-prepared for this meeting.

The only question was… what did she want from me?

“…Mind if I sit down?” I asked, trying to get some control over the flow of the conversation.

She nodded.

I sat on the small lounge chair next to the sofa.

I put my backpack next to the chair.

I didn’t go anywhere without it these days.

She glanced at it, but didn’t mention it.

Good. It would have been quite uncomfortable if she asked me to open it up and show what was inside.

“Is Michelle here?” I asked.

“…No. She left yesterday back to Maddy’s,” the fitness guru answered.

Good to know.

I didn’t have to hold back.

“You know, if you do press that button… I don’t think your mind is going to handle it. Remember those waves of pleasure I gave you two days ago?”

Her face scrunched up a little bit, and she shifted uncomfortably.

“The ones that had you laying on the floor, screaming for your life? I bet you never felt anything like that in your life before.”

“Oh yes… I… Have… that was nothing!”

…She definitely wasn’t skilled in lying. Not about this, anyway.

Her cheeks turned a little rosier just by the mere mention of that day.

“Okay then. Well, I remember you lying on the floor for like… What was it? Fifteen minutes? Just leaking all over-“

“WHAT IS YOUR POINT?”, she angrily shouted.

I smirked. I was controlling things again.

“If I remember correctly, that was only seven orgasms that day. And all of them far apart from each other. Tell me… were you able to walk at all after that, or did you have to lie down for the rest of the day? Imagine the same thing that happened that day… but all at once. You’ll turn into a babbling mental case. Your mind will be history.”

Janice… seemed oddly calm again.

“You think I didn’t consider it?” she asked. “Some things might be more important than… whatever would happen to me. You’re an evil man. Very evil. You need to be behind bars.”

…Okay, that didn’t work.

Not that I really expected it to. Not yet.

“So…” I began, taking a more comfortable position on the chair. “What do you think will happen after you send that message? That’s it, I’m arrested? Going to jail? No trial? Well, obviously there needs to be a trial. And the police will want to question you further. And everytime you tell anybody what happened… the same thing will happen again. Assuming you somehow survive your first 8-time orgasm. There will be another. And another. And another. …What I’m saying, is that this is pointless. You will be so incapacitated by cumming, that any trial would be a joke. Not even your body could handle that. Also, you like the idea of orgasming in the witness stand? In front of the police? In front of countless people, while you tell the same story all over the again? Get a grip.”

Janice kept staring at me.

Her expression didn’t change.

…Odd. Those arguments sounded fairly convincing in my head.

I continued. “And… honestly, what are you going to tell them? I mean seriously, what was it that even took place here? ‘Officer, my sister’s ex-husband made me cum seven times in a row! I mean he pinched my nipples! Send him to jail for life!’”, I spoke mockingly.

Even laughing a bit at the end of it.

…Janice wasn’t reacting.

Until, suddenly… she got a smirk of her own.

“You know… You have a good point there,” she said. “I probably shouldn’t tell them the truth. And this message I’m about to send them… well… maybe it’s not that.”

…What?

“We both know you’re a disgusting scumbag, Jack. You belong in jail. I don’t know what the fuck you did to me… How you **** me or something. BUT YOUR GRUBBY LITTLE HANDS ON MY NIPPLES SHOULDN’T MAKE ME CUM!!!! EVER NEVER!”

She shouted so hard she had to take a small break to calm her breathing.

Jesus. She really hated me.

“You did something to me, you piece of shit. And if you… if you don’t do what I say, I’ll send this message. And I’ll make sure every jury in the world believes that… you **** yourself onto me. Into me. With ****.”

…

…Oh. Shit.

“Yeah… that’s right. You’re getting it now, aren’t you? What was your stupid fucking condition again… oh yeah. If I tell anybody what happened that day, I would cum eight times in a row. You know what, I bet that condition won’t apply if I LIE about what happened that day. Am I right?”

…

…true…

…I hadn’t considered that…

“DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”

Jesus Christ. Stop shouting, bitch.

“…what do you want, Janice?” I asked, sounding more defeated than I wanted to.

All of a sudden, her expression turned a bit more nervous.

She bit her lower lip, and trembled a bit.

“You… You did something to me… and… and.. I want you to… r-remove… t-this… desire… from… me…”

She opened up her bathrobe.

…Woah.

Oh dear.

Seems Janice had gotten quite **** indeed.

…And I was back in control again.