Same old, same old.

Kianna in a shirt-dress:

And a tale about Medusa being punished by Athena for being such a whore that she tempted Poseiden into fucking her in Athena’s temple.

It had been long enough…had she been unwilling to pay for faster shipping? I’d never told her to and she was famously…frugal. Maybe I should tease her about that later…

No fantasy from Diamond yet and off to work, to be harassed and work on my stupid proposal. I was really starting to hate this job and Frannie and the inmates, none of which I could show.

I did gain an extra +5 SP (Frannie: -12) by admitting money was tight and getting her to agree to buy the drinks tomorrow. I got home to find Diamond’s new fantasy waiting for me. A stripper who drives her client so wild with lust he pounds her to oblivion.

Hot. I stopped by the bar, flirted with Kat, so it would look good and headed home. But I was no closer to a solution on Frannie. My best call was a delay, my car could break down, she’d believe that, given my money troubles. I could hurt myself at our workout. There were options, but my brain was coming up with crazy notions, like go, let her get you to her place, then hold her at gunpoint to give up her **** material.

Evil options were coming to mind too. Could I point her at someone else? I’d already thought about that with Kat, but what about Kianna, she’d do anything I said, right? Or was there some way to use Frannie and Andre to take each other out? Or Frannie and Kenny Lee? Could I **** her first? Kat could probably get me some ****…if I trusted her to do so…which I didn’t.

I went back through everything I had…the only thing which stood out was Muscles on My Muscles. Specifically, this bit: Significant physical Stamina boost, but only during sex. Does not actually increase strength, but your stamina during sex will be superhuman.

What would that mean if I was already drunk when the sex started? Would I suddenly have increased tolerance, or just gain additional capacity if I were to drink more? No Helpful Hint popped up to answer me. Dammit.

Even with superhuman stamina, could I actually win a fight with her? I was stronger than her, and we were about equally skilled, but we’d be fighting on her home ground. She probably would have weapons around, maybe a taser, maybe even a gun…Also, if we started fighting, would the damn perk say it wasn’t ‘during sex,’ deactivate and knock me out?

Fuck. Still no solution.

Weak in the Knees would make sure I could win the fight, unless she had a gun, but I’d have to get her to positive submission and get her incredibly aroused, which wasn’t going to be easy. Based on what I knew, it seemed that her arousal would peak either while blackmailing, or while **** me, neither of which would be…great. Also, if I was suddenly stronger than her, she’d probably assume superpowers, which wouldn’t be great either.

Dammit.

My phone vibrated.

I looked at it, text, from Asa:

Ha! It was that prom picture! It was actually hot as hell, but neither Kianna nor Asa accepted that as was shown by the +8 SP (Asa: 71) that popped up.

How the fuck did you do that! She actually apologized. Even asked for my help with an exercise routine!

Problem, but one I was actually prepared for. I think it was actually pretty straightforward. She’s so wrapped up in her belief system that neither of us were really people to her. You were the daughter to be protected and I was the beast trying to ****/steal you. She was the helplessly overmatched defender. When she saw she’d actually hurt me…I think it shook her. She never thought of herself as capable of that. It shook her into realizing what she was actually doing and what she can and can’t control.

You’ve thought about this a lot.

Yeah. Well, after the third time a church lady comes at you with a baseball bat, you do start thinking about it…

Thanks for doing it. She still doesn’t want to meet Andre, but she didn’t give me any shit about it. I really appreciate it. As soon as I find Andre a third, I’ll show you how much.

This was mean…but I couldn’t resist. I was in an ugly mood. Between you and his wife, I’m surprised anyone has the energy for a third. You’re both insatiable.

Heh, a threesome offer may do it, or maybe I should cut him back to once a day until he agrees to a third. After all, a girl’s got a vibrator for her needs…

I think you’ll find once a day is a lot for most men.

I shouldn’t be talking about this with you. Yet.

I let the chain end with a polite talk later. And got back to brooding.

With Frannie maybe watching, I couldn’t even stop by and pick up the key Kianna had had made for me, and empty my balls into her…I could pay Kat another visit, but that risked looking like the whore was giving it away for free…