Hacking the Sim

Welcome to Hacking the Sim. I hope you'll select the "Game" version as this will allow you to make additional choices. Also, you can customize your own name and that of your wife and best friend by clicking the Customize tab in the upper right. Enjoy the game and be sure to check out my other CHYOA stories.

Warning, this story starts out on sort of a downer. You get to hit rock bottom before you start turning your life around.

Let's see... got it. Some idiot calculated the look_right variable in degrees rather than radians. A quick fix, recompile and...

"Uh, Mike, have a second?"

It's Crystal, an idiot programmer hired, you suspect, because she has a great pair of tits. She's probably banging one of the executives... way too busy for grunts like you. Not that you'd step out on your beautiful wife Amber at home.

Still, you've got to say that she is hot, even if her IQ is probably lower than her bra size. Her long blond hair goes all the way to her calves and she has these big blue eyes that made me get wobbly inside even though I'd never be unfaithful to Amber.

Crystal bites her lip and wiggles her ass. "I really need some help."

She gets 'help' from some executive already, you're pretty sure. Still, you don't mind watching as she closes the distance between you, her hips swaying, her breasts bobbing up and down as she walks. You're not sure if she does it on purpose or if it's just part of being a brainless bimbo but she can't seem to move without getting every part of her body involved.

You sigh. "I've just got a second, Crystal. I told my wife I'd be home early today and it's already two hours past quitting time."

"I know, Mike." She fluttered her eyelashes. "I can't figure this out on my own." She launches into an explanation of her problem... something any Computer Science Freshman would have learned.

Well, you're bucking for a manager slot and being a problem solver is the kind of thing that will look good on your quarterly eval. As patiently as you can, you take her through the steps, trying to let her see her way to the solution rather than just telling her the answer. It's not like computer programming takes genius. Even Crystal should be able to become competent... in between fucking her way to the top.

"Ohmigosh, you're so smart." She runs her fingers down your arm, then catches herself. "Sorry, Mike. I got carried away."

"No problem. I'm certainly not going to complain about a little attention from a beautiful woman." You trail off when you realize you might just have crossed a line. All you need is for her to to go whatever executive keeps her as a pet and say you were harassing her. Your promotion chances would die right there.

Fortunately Crystal giggles. "You're sweet as well as smart."

"Better get my sweet ass in gear, then. See you tomorrow, Crystal."

You grab BART and head out to your Oakland apartment. Where, hopefully, Amber will be waiting wearing... well, ideally nothing at all.

As always, the BART is packed with beautiful women... something about California seems to attract the hottest women in the world. You may be married but you're not dead so you smile at a couple... only to have them ignore you completely. It isn't great for your ego but you console yourself that you're heading home to Amber, who's hotter than any of these losers.