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Veronica is a hacker living a low key life. But then she adds espionage and seduction into the mix. Restarting this story from scratch but loosely based on the one I wrote from last year.

Continuing the trend of the two other stories on writing.com... You, Ian, are an accomplished trainer in the Unova region. Having recently been involved in saving the world - again - you're about to find yourself in an entirely new kind of adventure. Some of your friends: - Hilda, 21. Tall, confident, usually seen wearing denim short shorts, a white shirt and a black vest. Wears her long brown hair in a massive ponytail. - Bianca, 21. Shorter, a bit nerdy. She always wears green sweatpants, a black undershirt, white shirt and orange jacket. She usually carries a green purse. Also wears glasses and has her blonde hair cut just to her neck. - Cheren, 21. He's a bit nerdier than Bianca, but he's also a gym leader. Usually wears jeans, a white dress shirt and a tie. He also wears glasses. - Rosa, 19. Super cheerful, she's a bit taller than Bianca, but shorter than Hilda. She likes to wear tight black stockings, with billowy yellow short shorts, as well as a long sleeved top with a white body, blue sleeves and a pink poke-ball design on the front. Her long brown hair is worn in two long tails, each fixed with a bun. - Lucille, 22. She's a local Ace Trainer from Nimbasa City. Wears black leggings, a black and orange striped short skirt, with a sleeveless orange top over a black long-sleeved undershirt. She has her bright blue hair in twin ponytails. All gym leaders, Elite Four members, and Team Plasma members, excluding Cheren, are mid twenties or older. Yes, even Iris and Caitlin. You can possess any human, and can choose one of two modes: - One-way puts your body to sleep while you possess the target. - Two-way is a body swap. Either way, you can undo the swap from the c-gear of your target.

It was a sultry night at Shooters Bar and Grill. The neon sign buzzed and flickered, casting a lurid glow over the parking lot. Inside, the rock music thumped and the crowd swayed. And presiding over it all like a queen bee was Chastity, queen of the wild and untamed. At 54, Chastity was a knockout - a silver and black mane of hair, smoldering eyes, and a body that made men dribble and women green with envy. She owned Shooters, ran it with an iron fist...and fucked like a jackrabbit. Her divorce had unleashed something primal and insatiable - an all-consuming need for sex and debauchery. She strode through the bar, her clinging dress barely containing her curves, as she surveyed her domain. A gaggle of twenty-somethings caught her eye, preening and vamping. Chastity smirked. Kids. In a flash, she had one pinned to the wall, kissing him fiercely as the others looked on in shock. His friends bumped and ground against her, groping. She took them all right there - a reverse gangbang for the crowd's delight. When she was done, she tossed them aside, laughing. Later, she was on her knees under the bar, servicing a grizzled old biker, the kind of guy who made a Harley look like a bicycle. His rhino cock throbbed in her mouth as she deep throated him with gusto. He grabbed her hair and fucked her face, grunting like a pig. Cum splattered her face but she just licked it up. In the back office, Chastity went down on a pair of bi-curious twentysomethings - a blonde and a redhead - as they made out sloppily. Chastity ate them like a starving woman, tongue-fucking their holes, sucking their tits. They came like a dam breaking. Finally, she ended up in a threesome with two middle-aged couples - a sweaty, writhing tangle of arms and legs and erections. Someone was pounding her ass, someone else her pussy. A cock throttled her throat. She was a babbling, gurgling mess, eyes rolling back. The night ended with Chastity passed out, cum and lube dripping from every hole. The next night was more of the same - Chastity was insatiable. She fucked anything that moved - old, young, male, female, black, white, brown. Shooter's became a Bacchanalia. Her last coherent memory was climaxing on six cock like a human semen-dispensing pinata. Then...darkness. She awoke in a hospital room, spectacularly fucked-out. Her battered cunt felt like raw hamburger. The doctor informed her she had venereal warts, genital herpes, syphilis, and HIV. Chastity just shrugged. She'd had a good run. Smirking, she died of water poisoning from drinking the equivalent of two gallons of semen. They buried Chastity in her sexiest dress. At her funeral, the line of mourners snaking around the cemetery were all wearing condoms.

You have been messaging Dasha for many months privately. She has always sent you cute pictures of her, rarely anything too sexy. For a little extra cash, Dasha offers to do a private modelling session, with you holding the camera or helping to direct the scene. You love Dasha for everything about her. Her personality, her body, her face, her mannerisms, her sexiness. She is perfect. You often get horny just thinking about her. Everytime you see her tiktoks and youtube videos, your cock goes crazy. But you know she is very kind and gentle. She arrives at your place, wearing a tight black dress that hugs her curves in all the right places. She is even more beautiful in person. You lead her to the living room, where you have set up a small make-shift photo studio. As you start the session, your heart races as you see her small breasts, her flat stomach, her toned legs. She poses for you, giving you various looks and expressions, sometimes seductive, sometimes playful. Each picture captures a different side of her, and you can't help but feel lucky to be the one documenting this intimate moment. You imagine her taking off her dress, and revealing her perfect body to you. You imagine her small breasts with cute nipples, her smooth flat stomach, her tight toned legs, and her cute pink virgin pussy. It would be a dream, like the many dreams you've had of her, where you imagine even more. "Dasha is too innocent and cute to do that though, right?" You think to yourself. You ponder and think, "what should I do?"

Those of us CHYOOsters of a certain age remember watching Halloween specials with Mistress of the Dark, Elvira. She would show off schlocky, campy Halloween horror movies while showcasing her spelled curves and ginormous rack. the natural redhead was vamped-up and a black beehive wig, makeup to make her look as pale as possible, and a skin tight black dress. If anything when she wasn't on the screen, she looked even hotter. Go ahead, look her up... Even if you don't have a thing for the older ladies, she still pretty damn foxy, and today, September 17 is her birthday. Let's give her a send off. Let's write a series of super campy, super sexy horror movies that have the sluttiness cranked to 11. this woman is single-handedly responsible for the of more kittens and feline leukemia.... We should all take our pants off to her in a salute. And Cassandra, if you're out here at CHYOO.com, it's not just my hand that salutes you.