YSA 0.1.3

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<<if $Var isnot 2>>After your morning interaction, the rest of the day seems to fly by, until the hour comes when you're no longer on the company dime, and now you can waste your own time.\ <<elseif $Var is 2>>"What was that about?" Your stuck cohort asks, understandably curious, and looking for anything to talk about the stationary elevator. "I don't know." <hr> \ By the time you get out of the elevator, half the work day has passed. And while you haven't been productive as of late, that doesn't mean being stranded between floors is preferable to being at your desk. At least today you've got a good excuse for not getting much done. Soon enough, it's time to return home.<</if>> [[Home<-...][$Var to 0, $H to 16, $M to 0]]

[img[Images/Office Floor.jpg]] As with yesterday, $Allen's late to work. For a man who keeps his pen holder tidy and insists on using a mousepad, it's surprising that he's so disorganized two days in a row. Saturday really seemed to bother him, the coward. "I hope he's feeling better soon." $Megan comments, turning to face you. "It really isn't the same without him." You're tempted to ask why she's saying that like it's a bad thing, but opt not to. [[Week 2 Office<-...][$H to 9]]

[img[Images/Office.jpg]] There's a knock at your office door, and the prompt entry reveals your guest to be $Allen. "Mr $Car. Do you have a minute?" "Is this about those pictures? I told you, $Allen. You don't have to worry." "Actually, it's not. Well, kind of." He amends. "It's about what you said back in the cabin - about putting in a good word for me with Miss $Dessel." "Of course." "Well, can you? Not that I'm saying you wouldn't, but I wouldn't want you to forget." "I'll get around to it." He looks ready to challenge you further, with a "when?" or "really?", but opts not to. He doesn't thank you, though, perhaps viewing it as a favor that you owe him. [[Week 2 Office<-...][$H to $H + 2]]

[img[Images/Office.jpg]] "Knock knock." The locked watch on your wrist turns on, the bright screen immediately getting your attention. "Ready to have some more fun?" "Go to the toilets, and take a picture of your panties," the word has some added effects to it. "Be wearing them, and //nothing// else." As silently as it turned on, the watch flickers off. No amount of shaking your wrist, or tapping on the screen, turns it back on. While you're not happy about being commanded to do such things, sometimes something is better than nothing at all. You're not kept //as// in the dark. Looking out your office, you notice $Megan, oblivious to your attention. \ <<if $MeganD.Knowledge gte 2>>After last Thursday, when you opened the second package with her, she's clued in that you've got a stalker, of sorts. She might be willing to help you out. <</if>>\ Standing up and walking to the glass wall, you also spot $Allen across the room, and Miss $Dessel even further back, in her office. \ <<if $DesselD.Knowledge gte 2>>Miss $Dessel might be willing to help you out, though you still shouldn't rule out her role in whatever is going on. Conversely, it's a chance to examine her response. <</if>>\ <<if $AllenD.Knowledge gte 1>>$Allen could probably be easily persuaded into doing your bidding. <</if>>\ [[2-2 Bathroom Alone<-Go]] to the bathroom alone <<if $MeganD.Knowledge gte 2>>[[2-2 Bathroom Megan<-Ask]] $Megan to go with you <</if>>\ <<if $DesselD.Knowledge gte 2>>[[2-2 Bathroom Dessel<-Ask][$Var to 2]] Miss $Dessel to go with you <</if>>\ <<if visited("Week 1 Boys 4/5/6") or $AllenD.Knowledge gte 1>>[[2-2 Bathroom Allen<-Ask]] $Allen to go with you <</if>>\ [[2-2 Bathroom Ignore<-Ignore]] the watch

<<set $Week2.Bathroom to 5>>\ Exiting your office and bypassing your secretary, you stroll up to Miss $Dessel's. He certainly notices you approaching, though pretends not. His shy glances up to confirm it grow more frantic the closer you get, until he has no choice but to acknowledge you. "Hello, Mr $Car. Is there something I can do for you?" Exercising some of your throat muscles, you make sure to sound as serious as you can. "Come with me." "What f-" he stops wasting his breath when you march away, towards the bathroom. The audible sliding out of his chair, and his following footsteps, attests that he's doing exactly as instructed. [img[Images/Toilets.jpg]] "What is it?" His flickering eyes now observe the toilets, looking for any reason why you might have brought him here. <<if $Week1.Forest gte 5>>"The fucker behind the cabin," your urgent tone remains, "he's been in touch." "What does he want now?" "A picture of you in the panties." "Me?" $Allen baulks, but naturally not enough to show enough clear apprehension. He's as easy to manipulate as $Megan is, with the benefit of knowing when to shut up. "Why me?" "The pictures that camera took, it captured you. I guess they're curious as to who my //friends// are." "And the panties?" "You know, after Saturday, I think they're just trying to screw around with //us//. A bit of fun, nothing serious." $Allen's hesitance has wained, and any fight from here is purely for appearances. "But what if it isn't just a bit of fun?" "$Allen, //buddy// - trust me on this. When this watch lit up, it even said something about how good looking you were. Frankly, I think they want to see a bit more of you. Could be a real hottie behind this, you know?" "You thought it was a guy." "Did I?" You wave dismissively. "Maybe it is. But don't freaky girls tend to be the hottest?" He weighs up the pro's and con's rather quickly.\ <<else>>"You recall what I said in the bar? About the mysterious panties I received?" "Oh, right." He nods understandingly. Perhaps he thinks you wanted to talk to him here for privacy, the idiot. "Did you get anything else from them?" "A request. They want to see me wearing them." "Huh." If he could grow one, $Allen would probably be left scratching his beard. "That's...weird." "Right. And they want a picture of it, but for obvious reasons, I can't give them that." "Of course." He replies as if he could empathize with your concern, but what would he really lose if those kinds of pictures of him got out? You actually have to be respected in order to lose that respect. "But I figured out a compromise." "You did?" He sounds suspicious now, as much as he tries to hide it. "//You// can wear the panties." "How is that any better than you wearing them?" Brushing past that unintentional insult by comparison, you answer assuredly. "For a start, it won't be my body, so it'll be harder for them to do anything with it. And in case you were worried about them using your face, relax; I'll crop it out." "I suppose that does negate any of risk." A passive man like $Allen needs a small push a lot of the time, so you pull out your phone to rush him to the inevitable decision.<</if>> "Alright." <<if $Clothes.Panties is 3 or $Clothes.Panties is -1>>You toss him the panties from your pocket and encourage him to put them on.\ <<else>>Your plan is stifled when you have to pause to strip and hand him your panties. $Allen, out of courtesy looks away. He also doesn't try asking why you were wearing them.<</if>> "Now smile." Your phone flashes brightly in the already well lit toilets. For good measure, you take more than one, ensuring each captures all of $Allen's form. [[2-2 Bathroom Allen 2<-...]]

$Allen, before anyone can walk in on the bizarre sight, gets dressed, returning the panties to you. <<if $Week1.Forest gte 5>>"Please let me know if you hear anything more from them." "Of course."\ <<else>>"And you will crop my face out?" "Of course I will, $Allen. Here," you open up your gallery and the most recently taken image, and crop his head out. "See?" "Thank you, Mr $Car." Naturally, there's no need to ruin his mood by mentioning that you have an several more, all with his head in. And thanks to the high quality of your phone, they're very high definition pictures.<</if>> $Allen leaves the toilets, and you review the images, chuckling darkly once the door closes behind him. Morons get what morons deserve, you laugh. [[2-2 Bathroom Return<-Return to work]]

<<set $Week2.Bathroom to 7>>\ With a strategically slow walk out of your office, you look over the office floor, checking for any men not currently at their desks. All seems to be in order, which bodes well for you. This is certainly not the type of thing you want someone walking in on. [img[Images/Toilets.jpg]] Inside the toilets, your suspicions are confirmed, as you're the only person here. That said, anyone could burst in, looking to drain their lizard, only to catch quite the sight, so you undress quickly. <<if $Clothes.Panties gt 0>>At least by already wearing panties, you're speeding up the process.\ <<else>>The panties stuffed into your pants' pocket replace your boxers.<</if>> Scrambling for your phone from your blazer (which you made sure to neatly fold on the surface of the sinks, rather tossing on the floor), you stand in front of the large mirror above those same sinks. The photos you take display a very humiliating sight. It looks almost like you did a risky bout of exhibitionism in the toilets of work. And if someone did catch you in the panties...oops? Of course, that's far from the truth. Anyone with a modicum of power has the potential to walk in on you right now. And with that power, they could see to it that everyone in the business, and the industry as a whole, becomes aware of your panty wearing. At that point, you might as well jump in the grave whilst still "alive". You don't inspect the photos closely, and instead get dressed, starting with your pants, naturally. After that, you're mostly in the clear, but nobody interrupts while you're tying up your shoelaces, either. //Schff// //What was that?// Flustered by the bizarre, unplaceable noise, you do another once-over of the toilets, confirming that there's nobody else in here. //Ckucnk// The second noise reminds you that you're not crazy, and now you're certain it's coming from above. It sounded almost like wood being compressed, or stepped on. Eyeing the ceiling, you're not sure what the square tiles are made from, but they'd certainly give off a noise. Not that you're paranoid, of course, but if you were, you'd probably suspect your Admirer is spying on you, using the infrastructure of the building itself to navigate around. [[2-2 Bathroom Alone Noise<-Investigate the noise]] [[2-2 Bathroom Return<-Leave the bathroom]]

Mounting the flat surface with the sinks indented in them, you gain enough height that your upper back has to arch in order for your head to not pop through the ceiling. From there, it's easy to pop one of the boards out of place, sliding it on top of an adjacent board. Squatting slightly to remove the bend in your upper back and neck, you stand straight again, with your head now a foot or so inside the ceiling. In your immediate proximity, you make out a couple of pipes running along the walls. There's also couple boxes attached to the wall, their purpose probably something related to building maintenance or electricity. To see any further, you have to pull out your phone and use the flashlight. In the first well lit direction you scan, there's more of nothing, featuring more ceiling and pipes. The second direction offers you a very short view of a wall, the same one holding the mirrors behind the sink. The third direction is the same as the first, though now with less pipes, but two large ones. Finally, the last way you look isn't illuminated enough for you to make out the end of it. In order to see more, you extend your hand holding the phone. It's slightly clearer, but not enough to say just what's at the end. //Scheeqf// Rapidly turning, you almost lose your balance, but recover enough to not fall down. Looking towards the noise's origin, you have to squint, and even then you're not sure, but it looks an awful lot like... "Squeek." "A rat. Great." You can make it out clearly now. In fact, he looks as puzzled as do, no doubt wondering why you're invading his home, and if you have anything for him to eat. His grin is almost smug, though maybe that's your frustration coming out from wasting your time, getting dust on your suit, and making a fool of yourself. At least nobody's here to see it. "What are you doing?" $Allen's voice calls out, startling you so much that you slip on the counter's surface, ending quite painfully. <<link "$Jam?">><<goto "2-2 Bathroom Alone Noise 2">><</link>>

<<set $Week2.Fall to 1>>\ "$Jam? $Jam, can you talk to me?" There's a patting on your back, and when you open your eyes, you're up close with the rather ugly surface of the sink counter. "Al..." "Come on, let's get you somewhere you can sit." Your weight slowly eases off the counter, and onto the man's. He assists you in walking out the room, through a long one, and into a very comfortable chair. "My god, is he okay?" You hear a woman cry out from across the room. Beside you, there's another sound of a door opening. "Is he okay? What happened?" "He was stood on the sinks and fell." "What was he stood up there for?" "I don't know. Mr $Car, can you hear me?" "I ca," you mumble, surprised at the strength it takes to get a few words out. It's not something you've ever struggled from before. "Yes." "I'll get the medkit." <<if $Week1.Forest is 3>>"I think everything going on with those panties might be getting to him." "You think? I suppose it's several weird things in a short amount of time." "I've never seen him injured like this, not a papercut or a nick." "Has he gotten any more packages since last week?" "I don't think so. Just the panties and invitation." "Huh?" The man quizzes. "Well, last we-" "-it's a long story."\ <<elseif $Week1.Forest is 2>>"$Jam, is this to do with those packages you got?" "Packages? What do they have to do with this?" "It's a long story."\ <<elseif $Week1.Forest is 1>>"$Jam, is this to do with the panties?" "Panties?" "You see, Mr $Car's been getting some weird things in the mail. Then there wa-" "$Megan." "Right. Sorry."\ <<else>>"I've never seen him injured like this, not a papercut or a nick."<</if>> "Can you tell me your name?" The man's hand shakes your knee, making it clear the question is directed at you. What a moronic question. "Mr $Car." "First name?" "...$Jam." "Where are we right now?" "Work." "Do you know what work is called?" "..." "Mr $Car?" "Aralani." "That's right. Do you know what just happened?" "Asked...question." "Before that." "I was..." you croak, feeling as though a black hole is preventing your words from getting out. "On the sink. Then I fell." "Well, I don't think he's concussed." "That's a relief." "Who's concussed?" [[2-2 Bathroom Alone Noise 3<-...]]

$Allen hands you a small cup of water, which you gratefully drink. "So he's going to be okay?" $Megan asks, her tone feeling as irritating as you're familiar with. You move to comfort your sore head, but it's painful to even the lightest caress. "Apart from the rash, I think so." "You're certain? We can take him to the ER." "ER?" You shake your head, a similarly painful movement. "I'm fine." "$Allen?" "I think he's just dazed after the fall. I don't think there's anything to worry about." Your watch lights up, and all 4 of you observe the message displayed. "Now hold your phone up to the watch." <<if $Week1.Forest gte 5>>$Allen gulps audibly. "What's that about?" "Maybe we should give him some time alone without any bothering him." "I'm fine." "Do you know why your watch said that?" "I've got this Admirer, and the-" $Allen clears his throat dramatically. "It's a long story." The girls don't seem convinced, but also don't want to push you right now.\ <<elseif $Week1.Forest is 1>>"Mr $Car, do you know why your watch said that?" "More of his stalker's antics." "Huh?" "It's a long story."\ <<elseif $Week1.Forest is 2>>"What's that about?" "I'm sure there's an explanation," Miss $Dessel argues, trying to get the attention off you. "But maybe that can wait until he's not nursing an injury."\ <<elseif $Week1.Forest is 3>>"More of his stalker's antics." "What was that?" "Now's not the time, $Megan."\ <<else>>"What's that about?" "Mr $Car?" "I have an...Admirer." "An admirer?" You know you ought to stop, but the same black hole that was intent on restricting your language, now seems intent on spewing it. "They wanted me to wear panties." The trio look amongst themselves, wondering how much of what you can say right now is trustworthy, and how much can be dismissed as mumblings.<</if>> "Should we send him home, at least?" "Is there someone who could look after him?" "I told you, I'm fine." "I don't think so." "Best thing to do would be stay with him. $Megan, could you set yourself up in his office and keep an eye on him?" "Of course." Miss $Dessel and $Allen are clearly hesitant to depart, but your secretary insists she'll be "like a nurse and a mother". [[2-2 Bathroom Alone Noise 4<-...]]

About half an hour after sitting down again, you recall the chronology of events. Your watch lit up, you went to the bathroom, took the picture, heard the noise, investigated, and then fell. Thinking about the panties, you also remember how the watch told you (and the pseudo medics), to hold your phone up to the watch. Subtly, so $Megan doesn't notice, you do. Even in this state, you're aware of the power of smart technology, and are certain the captured image is being sent to your Admirer. They shouldn't know about the fall you took afterwards, which is a good thing, since they might get some extra satisfaction from that knowledge. Of course, there's the not discountable idea that your Admirer is actually $Megan, $Allen or Miss $Dessel. In that case, maybe they'll feel the need to specify to not injure yourself in future tasks. You also use your phone to check on the damage done to your face. Fortunately, it's concentrated in a small corner on your forehead. Unfortunately, it's very noticeable, and probably will be for a while. For the rest of the day, $Megan does your work for you, her chair butting arms with your own. Ironically, it's the most output your computer has seen in weeks. At the end of the day, Miss $Dessel practically forces you into a taxi, but you insist that you can drive home safely. After she watches you navigate out of the parking lot, she seems satisfied. [[Home<-...][$H to 17]]

Exiting your office and heading to Miss $Dessel's, ignoring your respective secretaries along the way, you knock on her door before entering. "$Jam - what can I do for you?" "I've heard back from my Admirer." "You have?" She exclaims, unabashedly interested. "What gift have they got you now?" "Not a gift. A request." She's silent, though it's clear that she's not thinking about what it could be, and is instead waiting for you to continue. "They want me to wear the panties and take a picture in them. In the toilets." <<if $Week1.Forest is 2 or $Week1.Forest is 3>>"After what happened in the forest, I can't say I'm surprised."\ <<else>>"Why do I get the impression I'm missing something?" <</if>>\ You wave the frustrating watch in the air - or your wrist being kept prisoner by it, at least. "So? What are you going to do about it?" After fulfilling their request on Saturday, this is hardly a lot to ask. Then again, it presents its own set of risks. Namely, what on earth are they planning to do with all these pictures? Alternatively, you can return to your desk and act like the the watch never lit up in the first place. If your admirer ever brings it up, you can just say the watch died. Option C, in this instance, includes //very// politely asking if Miss $Dessel wouldn't mind stripping and acting in your stead. It's hard to imagine your Admirer would expect something like that, and if your boss somehow agrees, you'd get to see her undressed - that's a win/win. [[2-2 Bathroom Dessel Ask<-Ask her to strip]] [[2-2 Bathroom Rejected<-Go to the bathroom alone]] [[2-2 Bathroom Ignore<-Go back to your office]]

"I thought it'd be valuable to see how they'd react to not quite getting what they want." <<if $Week1.Forest is 2 or $Week1.Forest is 3>>"And annoy them more?"\ <<else>>"That doesn't tend to end well."<</if>>\ Her hesitation is obvious, and you might need to dial up the persuasion to get her on your side. "It's like Sun Tzu said: never let them know your next move." "I'm pretty sure that was a rapper." Miss $Dessel shakes her head. "Or in business, how you can't give the other guy what he wants until you've gotten at least some of what you want." "Hmm." She grins stoically. "If there was a time to act coy, I think it was a few days ago." "Well, I can't turn back time, but I can change the future. And right now, I think this fucker hasn't gotten too much of what he wants. //We// have to start fighting back. //We// have to show that we're not going to wave our arms, surrender, and do whatever it is they want //us// to. Are you with me?" "$Jam, this would be much easier if I knew what you were asking of me." "Miss $Dessel: would you help me turn the tables by being the one to take the picture?" She pauses once more, and this time it's clear she's thinking about what you've asked. The more you think about it, the more enticed you are about seeing her semi nude. What kind of underwear does your boss wear? Something classy, from Jiun Tior? Or does she act like a random Tuesday at work is time for department store granny panties? Maybe she's not wearing any at all. "$Jam, while I'm...flattered," is the word she decides on, "that you would ask me, I'm not sure that's a good idea." "You're right: it's a great idea." "For one thing," she continues, "I don't want your Admirer to start bothering me next. Never mind the inappropriateness of it; what if someone walked in that kind of a display? Let's not ruin our reputations by letting those rumors begin." It's tempting to argue further, as it always is, but it's pretty clear she's not going to have her mind swayed. Even if you could persuade her into thinking it's a good idea, she'd probably never admit it. After all, you wouldn't want your direct subordinate to believe they have that kind of power over you. <<if $DesselD.R gte 3>>"Sorry. But-" //yes?// "-I think I can help you out in a different way." Miss $Dessel leads you to the bathroom, maintaining a calm walk that belies her obvious enthusiasm. [[2-2 Bathroom Dessel Together<-...]]\ <<else>>"Sorry." "Sure. No problem." You exit her office, frustrated at yourself for even wasting the time to ask her. Of course she wasn't going to help you out. She stole your job - why would she care about lending you a hand, the bitch. $Allen looks up from his barely held together desk to see you stood mostly still, apart your face that's slowly curling into a nasty piece of art called "scorned man robbed again". "What are you looking at?" [[2-2 Bathroom Rejected<-Go to the bathroom alone]] [[2-2 Bathroom Ignore<-Go back to your office]]<</if>>

<<set $Week2.Bathroom to 2>>\ [img[Images/Toilets.jpg]] Miss $Dessel leads you to the toilets on your floor. There's enough people on this level that a separate men's women's is justified, as opposed to single unisex stalls. However, there's also not enough people that she shows much fear about walking right into the men's. Naturally, you follow. "Let's get to it - I'd rather someone not walk in on this, and I'd imagine you have similar reservations." "About what?" You finish checking beneath the stalls for any feet, confirming that the only people in here are you two. "You never said how you'd help me." "Hand me your phone, and I can take the picture." Miss $Dessel's response is rather matter-of-fact. In fact, it feels similar to your ex, and how she thought she could politely boss you around. "Do the dishes" has now morphed into "I'll be taking a picture of you in the panties". "I don't know about that." Besides the fact you never agreed to doing your Admirer's most recent request, having your boss see you in nothing but a pair of panties doesn't sound like your version of a good day. Regardless of how nice she is, she'd certainly lose respect for you. "$Jam - it's a picture. I'd hate to see what you're like with a photo album." Her light-heartedness is particularly irritating, since it generates even more of a comparison to $Amy. "A picture I never said I was going to take." "You're making a big fuss about nothing. Now hand me your phone." "What makes you think I even have the panties on me?" She tilts her head to the side. "You strike me as a man who's prepared." Minor giggles fill the otherwise quiet bathroom otherwise complimented only by powered vents. "And yet you're acting afraid of a simple picture." "I'm //not// acting afraid." You insist. "So you actually //are// afraid?" You can only assume she's mastered this kind of taunting, as well as the very teasing smile she's got on smile. If you'd had this same conversation about you climbing Mount Everest, never drinking again, or donating half your income to charity, her demeanor would probably make you agree. "Alright, Miss Too Afraid To Do It Herself." You strip off your top half first, before following with your shoes and pants. "Afraid. Like I'd be afraid of something like this." <<if $Clothes.Panties is -1>>"I'm going to need you to turn around now." Miss $Dessel does as requested, and then you replace your boxers with the panties scavenged from your pants pocket. When she turns back around, Miss $Dessel takes your phone.\ <<else>>"See? I knew you were prepared." Miss $Dessel remarks, looking at your already equipped panties. Before you can come up with an excuse, she takes your phone.<</if>> "Now, do I have to remind you to smile?" "Will you j-" she does take the picture. Multiple, in fact, as the clicking noise attests. [[2-2 Bathroom Dessel Together 2<-...]]

"There." Miss $Dessel returns to your phone to you. Before dressing once more, you review the images to see that they're as embarrassing as you'd imagine them to be. "There." And yet somehow, you're proud of having confirmed your lack of fear to Miss $Dessel. "Now, I really should get out of here before someone walks in on us." She scurries off, her heels clicking on the tile flooring as she leaves. "What the hell just happened?" One minute you were asking her to undress and wear the panties herself, and the next, your positions had flipped, with her being the one seeing you vulnerable and exposed. [[2-2 Bathroom Return<-Return to work][$H += 1]]

<<set $Week2.Bathroom to 8>>\ You have zero intention of following through on your Admirer's request. Even if it is a seemingly small order, and you did far worse on Saturday, that doesn't mean you're obligated to do it now. The watch doesn't light up again. What your Admirer will do after this rejection is a mystery, but that's something you're getting used to. [[Week 2 Office<-Return to work][$H += 1]]

<<set $Week2.Bathroom to 1>>\ You exit the office and approach $Megan, who looks towards you the moment she hears your door open. "Good afternoon, sir. Is there something you need help with?" "Actually, there is. Follow me." "Of course. Where are we-" you don't care to explain yet, when the office floor can hear you. Instead, $Megan dashes to keep up to you, until you're both outside the toilets. "In here," you nod at the men's. "Sir? I'm not sure that's a good idea." "Now, $Megan." At your command, she enters first, and you follow the clicking sound of her heels on tile. [img[Images/Toilets.jpg]] "I'm just saying, Mr $Car: whatever you want to do, we can do in your office just fine. Surely you don't want people walking in on us." "This isn't about that." Though, come to think of it, a blowjob would be pretty nice right now. \ <<if $MeganD.Knowledge is 0>>"I have something else in mind." $Megan looks downright stumped. It's not a new expression for her, but she normally tries to hide it. "Sir?" "I want some pictures of you." Her face doesn't return to normal despite your explanation.\ <<elseif $MeganD.Knowledge gte 1>>"I want to take some pictures of you."<</if>> <<if $Clothes.Panties is -1 or $OwnPanties gt 1>>Removing a pair of panties from your pocket, you toss them at $Megan. Still confused, she catches them.\ <<else>>Since you decided to wear the panties, you have to strip down completely to give them to $Megan. Naturally, the sight doesn't elucidate the situation for her.<</if>> <<if $MeganD.Knowledge gte 3>>"Is this related to what happened in the forest?" "Yes, $Megan, it is." //You idiot.// "Right. But how, exactly?" The scornful look you give her comes naturally, and she seems to understand that she isn't owed any explanation. Then again, you did take her to the forest, and a different perspective (even from one which also likes reality TV and puppies) might help give you some idea as to who is behind this. "This watch," you wave up your arm, and the distasteful watch on it. "It lit up, and told me to take a picture wearing the panties. In the toilets, too." "Huh." That satisfies her enough to remove her hesitance, and she immediately begins undressing. "And I suppose this is your way of screwing with them - by sending a picture of a woman wearing them instead?" "Of course."\ <<elseif $MeganD.Knowledge is 2>>"This is related to those packages you got last week, isn't it?" You don't answer, but even someone as stupid as $Megan can infer the answer. Satisfied, she strips immediately.\ <<else>>$Megan clearly doesn't understand, so you spell it out for her. "Strip." "Yes, sir." Her obedient response matches her obedient actions, and soon enough she's naked.<</if>> Spurred on by the thought that anyone (or any man, at least) could enter at any moment, she rushes into the panties. You're waiting with your phone trained on her, and take several pictures encompassing her full body, face included. For good measure, you even turn your flash on, though the bright fluorescent lights overhead make sure her form is well illuminated already. <<if $OwnPanties gt 1 or $Clothes.Panties is -1>>"Good." You pocket your phone and $Megan returns the panties to you. "Now get back to work."\ <<else>>"Good." $Megan returns the panties to you, and once you're both dressed again, you return to your office.<</if>> [[2-2 Bathroom Return<-Return to work]]

With Miss $Dessel's rejection, you're down an option, but there's still a choice to be made. [[2-2 Bathroom Alone<-Go]] to the bathroom alone <<if $MeganD.Knowledge gte 2>>[[2-2 Bathroom Megan<-Ask]] $Megan to go with you <</if>>\ <<if $DesselD.Knowledge gte 2>>[[2-2 Bathroom Dessel<-Ask][$Var to 2]] Miss $Dessel to go with you <</if>>\ [[2-2 Bathroom Ignore<-Ignore]] the watch

Returning to your office, you settle back into your chair. A while after, the watch lights up again, requesting that you hold your phone up to it. It doesn't take a genius (though it might be too much for $Megan), to figure it's a way to share your most recent images. There'd be no point in taking pictures if you didn't have the intention of sending them, so you do as requested. The watch doesn't bother you the rest of the day. [[Week 2 Office<-...][$H += 1]]

<<set $H to 16>>\ "Knock knock." At this point in the day, you can hardly be annoyed by someone entering your office without actually knocking - it's not like Miss $Dessel is walking in on anything but you tucking your chair beneath your desk. "Miss $Dessel. What can I do for you?" "Right now, I think it's more about what //I// can do for //you//." "And what would that be?" She glances back toward the main floor of the office. Though the only person who might be able to hear what you're saying with the door open is $Megan, Miss $Dessel airs on the side of caution. "The shed from the forest - I think we should check it out." "And find what?" It's irritating that she thinks she'll fare better than you did a couple of days ago. "Another digital watch?" "We got there at 11pm. It was impossible to see anything in detail. But right now," she nods towards and outside your window. "It's still bright, and we might be able to find something." "Do you actually expect the camera to be set up there?" "I don't know what we'll find, but surely it's worth a try." There's something about her stance - the way her arms are crossed, combined with her calm facial expression, that makes the idea actually seem worthwhile. Of course, it does mean spending more time with your boss. [[Day 2-2 Dessel Investigate 2<-Agree][$Var to 1]] [[Day 2-2 Dessel Investigate 2<-Decline][$Var to 2]]

<<if $Day3 is 2>>“New message received.” “Who from now?” “Unregistered contact. Would you like to create a contact with them before continuing?” “Just give me the damn message, $Bethany.” ““Who the fuk do you think you r? Asshole. Sleeping with my grl, and getting her pregnant? I’m gona have your head for this.”” “He seems like fun. Must be something to do with $Kylie." "Would you like to dictate a response?" "No point." You sigh. "There's about 3 brain cells between them."\ <<else>>$Bethany doesn't bother you with the news of any messages during the journey to work, which always helps to not ruin your mood before you've even had coffee.<</if>> [[Week 2 Reception<-...]]

<<set $Var to 1>>\ [img[Images/Office.jpg]] There's a familiar pop up in the bottom left corner of your screen, and you see the beginnings of an email. Clicking the box, you wonder who's bothering you now. "Taintlicker! I'm so bored at work right now, thought I'd shoot you an email. Having a woman in charge of you - bet you're missing Matt, huh? I've heard she's annoying as shit. Dumb as a rock, too. What do you think of that $Dessel bitch? Don't leave me hanging here, bud. Gonna go crazy if my secretary fucks up again. Give me something to chuckle at, won't you?" Apparently $Henry forgot that he can simply message you during the work day. But if he wants to hear complaints about your new boss, who are you to decline such a request? [[2-2 Fake Email 2<-Complain about how undeserving she is][$Week2.Email to 1]] [[2-2 Fake Email 2<-Talk about how you'd like to fuck her][$Week2.Email to 2]] [[2-2 Fake Email 2<-Ignore the email][$Week2.Email to 3]]

<<if $Week2.Email is 1>>"Matt was no fountain of knowledge, but she makes him look like an actual manager. No way she got her job without getting her knees dirty. She must have been sucking all day and night to work her way here. All the mouthwash in the world couldn't get the smell of cum out of her mouth." "On the plus side, she might not be around here for long. If she bends over in front of the right people, I could have a new boss within the quarter." You chuckle after typing the email, feeling oddly cathartic, and now you remember how you and $Henry became friends in the first place. Hitting the send button with a renewed hatred for your would-be boss, you're certain $Henry will come back with a similar anecdote about a boss he hates.\ <<elseif $Week2.Email is 2>>"Never mind her being a boss - you should see her tits. If they were any better they'd be in a museum." Your fingers hover over the keyboard, fantasizing over just how'd you like to fuck Miss $Dessel. There's a lot of ways you would, but what about a favorite? You type up a racy scene, detailing her giving you head in your office, how $Megan would walk in, upset that you're getting blowjobs from someone else. Your secretary and boss would fight for the right to suck your dick, with Miss $Dessel getting the better. $Megan, infuriated, would then start eating out the pussy of her better. Eventually, you'd bend Miss $Dessel over your desk, hike up her dress, and fuck her ass raw. In between moans, she'd apologize for stealing your job. $Megan would be positioned behind you, licking your balls and playing with Miss $Dessel's pussy. It would end with you cumming inside Miss $Dessel's mouth, and the duo snowballing it, neither one wanting to be left out. After reviewing the email, you're left with a throbbing cock in real life, and you hit send eagerly, wondering what kind of response $Henry will have.\ <<elseif $Week2.Email is 3>>It is bizarre how $Henry would choose to email you, rather than send a message. Then again, he's not the sharpest tool in shed, nor the shiniest coin in the fountain. Regardless, you ignore the email, preferring to not do work than message your friend.<</if>> [[Week 2 Office<-...][$H += 1]]

<<set $Var to 1>>\ [img[Images/Office.jpg]] $Henry replies to your email rather unenthusiastically, which comes a surprise. Wasn't he wanted to distract himself from work? \ <<if $Week2.Email is 1>>"Haha, you're so right, dude. She definitely doesn't deserve that job, like you said. Here's hoping your next boss isn't such a bitch."\ <<elseif $Week2.Email is 2>>"You're such a horn dog. Sounds to me like you really need to have sex again."<</if>>\ [[Week 2 Office<-...][$H += 1]]

<<set $H += 1>>\ [img[Images/Office.jpg]] At some point in the day, a familiar figure walks across the office floor. It's $Allen - though he looks a little dishevelled from your position. In fact, he doesn't even seem to be wearing a suit. He barely spends 10 seconds giving the usual greetings to $Megan before entering your office - without knocking. "$Allen. What have you been up to? Is growing a beard a full time job for you?" Pointing to his chin doesn't produce any more of a smile. Silently, he rolls the blinds of the glass wall down, giving you some privacy from the eyes of the main floor. "What's this about?" "The panties." "Oh. This again?" You reply with faux indifference. In truth, you're actually quite curious about how he'll respond with his back against the wall. "I told you before: I thought you looked okay in them, but not as nice as someone more...womanly." "Mr $Car," the desperation in his voice laughable, even after only a couple of words. "They told me if I don't get you to wear them, then they'll send those pictures of me to everyone who I work with. $Megan, Miss $Dessel...everyone on the higher floors. My career will be screwed! Hell, they might just fire me on the spot." "What a shame that would be." You shrug helplessly. From his pocket, $Allen tosses the panties onto your desk, and they land right in front of you. "I //need// you to wear them." "$Allen, how have you not realized by now that I don't care?" "If you won't do it willingly, then I'll make you wear them." "Will you really?" His threat wouldn't be any less frightening if it came from a toddler. The anger visible in his eyes doesn't do a lot to compel you into the panties, either. Actually, you begin laughing before even touching the panties. "I mean it." "Go ahead, $Allen. Make me." With a final glum look, he summons whatever resolve he has. $Allen marches around the desk and grabs you by the lapel. "Watch it: this jacket's expensive." Generously, you help his attempt to pull you up by just standing. Then, he shows off his poor ability to get people out of their clothing. It was always obvious he struggled to do that with women, romantically, but the same applies to other men through the use of force. He tugs limply at your belt, his rampant sniffling now entertaining you in addition to his impotent effort. Next, he does his best to rip your pants off via the pockets, with the same lack of consequence. When he gives up, standing upright, you spot tears running down his face, which is scrunched in the ugly way faces tend to when sobbing. "Anything left in the tank?" The cauldron of frustration, anger and despair boils over, and in a final display of laughable will, he charges you. [[2-3 Allen Fight 2<-...]]

You bump on the floor hard, back first. It's not painful, but it's still more of a fall than you've taken in a long time. Rather than your pathetic assailant, you're concerned about anything that might have been crushed in the fall, though nothing comes to mind. $Allen's on top of you, but he's inexperienced, and has probably never even held a football in his life. So his follow up move consists of...another attempt to wrestle the pants off you. "Erm, sir?" $Megan stands in the doorway, trying to make sense of whatever it is she's seeing. Perhaps, for a split second, she thinks it's //that//, and you grimace at the idea. Not only the idea you'd do it with $Allen, but also that he'd be on top. If that logic doesn't help her out, seeing $Allen's face dripping with tears probably helps. "Is there something you need, $Megan?" "Uhm," she scratches the side of her temple. "No(?). Is there something you need?" "We're fine." Your secretary nods obediently. "I'll be outside if you need anything." She exits again. The loud crash must have lured her in, so you note that your counter offensive should be at least quieter than that. With that in mind, it's about time you taught the twerp his lesson. With your dominant hand, you squeeze his jaw hard, so that the bottom half of his face is smushed. He's in pain, clearly, which is exactly what you wanted. In order to get free, he backs off, climbing to his feet. When you meet him there, you lean in extra close, so that your noses are just short of each other. "That was a good effort, $Allen, but not good enough." He does his best to wriggle out of your grip. "Pwease." He mumbles without the full ability of his jaw. His eyes are watering again, and the grossness of that makes you withdraw your hand. "I'm sorry. I just...you were right." He admits. "But someone's going to ruin my life because I helped you out." "I don't know what to do." The whole point of him wearing the panties was so that you didn't have to, on top of it being funny, so it'd hardly be worthwhile to give him what he wants to escape your Admirer's grasp. Especially since he made you roll on around on the floor - returning your kicked out of position desk will take more time than he's worth. You could tell him to leave, and accept that he was simply a victim of people far better than him. Sucks, kid, but now you know. Then again, his will seems entirely broken. It'd be easy to reform his mind, make him accept that those pictures will be exposed, and that if he wants any chance of preserving whatever respect he has, or saving his job, then he needs to start being obedient to you. [[2-3 Dismiss<-Dismiss him]] [[2-3 Break<-Break his will - by telling him how pathetic he is][$Var to 1]] [[2-3 Break<-Break his will - by spanking him][$Var to 2]]

<<set $AllenD.Break to 1>>\ <<if $Var is 1>>"Everything that I said back in the forest - it was all true. Nobody here respects you. Do you really need me to march you around the office to prove just how worthless you are? Each and every person on the floor would admit it if you told them to be honest." "Because what have you really done since you got here? Pushed buttons and attend meetings. You're not doing anything that some random woman off the street couldn't do just as well. It's pathetic." "Have you ever even had sex?" He shies away from you, but you're having too much fun to stop now. You grip his face in the same way as before, and make him listen to every pain staking detail of the revelation that he is a loser of the highest degree. "Have you?" His eyes locked with yours, he slowly shakes his head. "Thought so. And that's never going to change, is it? Because what do you bring to the table? A laughable job, no car, no muscles, and a face a mother couldn't love." "You're nothing." "And these pictures that are going to be exposed of you? Your life might as well be over, $Allen." You ease off your grip. "But I can help you."\ <<elseif $Var is 2>>"Bend over my desk." His eyes express a hilarious level of shock, but he does as commanded when your own face makes it clear you're serious. You have a much easier time pulling his pants down than he did of yours. In fact, your earlier suspicion that he wasn't wearing a suit was right, and the jeans apparently don't require a belt. It would have been body-keelingly funny if $Allen was wearing panties right now, but the tighty whities are laughable in their own way. They slide down his legs and settle on his coiled up jeans. You don't leave him fearing when the first strike will come for long. "Oww!" What you want can be attained through pain alone. And given how much you enjoyed his little yelp, this might prove to be very cathartic. "Oww!" "Owwww!" "Owwwwww" "You're truly pathetic, you know that? Letting another man spank you like this." "Oww!" "Have you always been like this? A pushover in the playground, high school, and now the workplace?" "Oww!" "I asked you a question." "Oww!...Yes." You alternate the strikes so that he can last longer, and realize just the level of pathetic he's reached. "And you're going to be spanked as long I want do it, aren't you?" "Omph." He tries to stifle his cry by gritting his teeth. That means you can strike harder without worrying about $Megan walking in on this. "Yes. Sir." "And when those pictures of you are released, you're going to thank me for it, aren't you?" "...sir? Mmph." You hit his ass extra hard. "Because you're mine now." "Mmph. Mhpo. Mhow!" "Say it." "I'm yours." "Again." "I'm yours.." //Harder// "Again." "I'm yours." //Harder// "Again!" "I'm yours!" You step back, admiring your handiwork. The redness in your palm is a surprise, but it's nothing compared to the shade of $Allen's ass. "Pull your pants back up." He lethargically does so. "Your life might be de disrupted from those photos, but I can help you."<</if>> \ \ \ There might as well be a towel on the floor to catch all his tears. "You...you will?" "I'll do what a tenured boss can in helping you keep your job. But I want something in return." "What?" "Your absolute, unquestioning loyalty." It's obvious what he's thinking: as terrible as his exposure will be, he's got no choice. And so he might as well accept the offer of "protection". "Okay. Whatever you want." After a final, tense stare, you step away and give him a chance to breathe. "Go home the rest of the day. I'll tell the higher ups you've been an asset to the team later today. When did my Admirer say the photos will be leaked?" "On Monday." "That gives us some time. With the right people braced, you should be able to keep your job." His shoulders drop noticeably. "Really?" You give him a nod. "Make sure to be dressed properly tomorrow." "Of course. Sir." He amends with an eager nod, before exiting your office. Once the door shuts, you smile a fantastic grin. The idiot's yours now, and he'll do whatever you say. Naturally, you won't be doing any of the things you said you would. In truth, $Allen //is// a laughing stock to some of the higher ups. So much so that they like having him around for entertainment. Those photos being released will just give them more material to work with - they might even have a preference for keeping him around over other secretaries. Of course, there'll be no vertical movement, and he'll be stuck in this same position for the rest of his career at Aralani, but $Allen seems content with that anyway. So instead of complimenting $Allen to the decision makers, you wonder just how far you can push him. The panties still on your desk catch your eye. [[Week 2 Office<-...][$H += 1, $Var to 0]]

<<set $AllenD.Renewed to 1>>\ "Am I supposed to care about a problem you gave yourself?" You nod to the door before sitting back in your chair, which got kicked out of position from the scuffle. "If you don't mind, I've got things to do." "Aeh, but..." $Allen scrounges in the barren cervices of his brain for some word or argument to persuade you to help him out, but all that comes out are a few pathetic cries. "$Jam, please?" "No." He nods to himself, finally seeming to understand the position he's in. With the same enthusiasm that you tie your shoelaces with, he heads for the door. "One thing - when are they releasing the pictures?" "...Monday." "Monday? I'll be sure to keep an eye on my emails." $Allen pauses just shy of the door, and for a second you're certain he's going to try "convincing" you again. He thinks better of it, though, and leaves, going back towards the elevator, rather than his desk. "Poor kid." You chuckle. [[Week 2 Office<-...][$H += 1]]

<<set $Var to 1>>\ <<set $DesselD.R -= 3>>\ [img[Images/Office.jpg]] After $Kylie's ruination of an otherwise fine morning, you're not exactly eager for someone to enter your office. But it's not easy to turn away your boss. Especially when she, for perhaps the first time since you met her, is wearing a face you'd rather avoid than fuck. "Mr $Car. I think we need to talk." "Certainly." You wave to the chair on the other side of your desk, but she remains still, with her arms crossed, and her eyes making it clear no niceness will dispel whatever foul mood she's in. "This is about the email you sent me yesterday." "Of course. What a-" you stop dramatically, making you sound guilty of something without you even knowing it. "I don't think I sent you any emails yesterday. Are you sure you're not thinking about $Megan?" "Oh, it's certainly one of yours." She laughs, rather alarmingly, since her face doesn't budge in the usual, joking way. "Perhaps the phrase "no way she got her job without getting her knees dirty" rings a bell?" You retain your stoic indifferent face until reality hits. She's talking about the message you sent to $Henry. //How on earth did she see it?// ""All the mouthwash in the world-"" "-Miss $Dessel-" ""-If she bends over in front of the right people, I could have a new boss within the quarter." Is that ringing any bells?" "I can explain." "Please do." "You se-" a ball of cotton seems to have gotten lodged in your throat, because you can't get any word out in your defence. "Well," "Am I supposed to be glad you've told me how you really feel? Or was this your idea of a joke?" "$Henry provoked me, and sometimes you've just got to give him what he wants." Something approaching anger appears on her face, and you realize this might be one of those times you're better of shutting up. "You're lucky I don't go to HR with this, $Jam.\ <<if $Week1.Forest is 2 or $Week1.Forest is 3>> And after I went with you to woods to find a trail of breadcrumbs.<</if>>" She storms out, returning to her office. [[2-3 Fake Email Cruel 2<-...]]

The moment she leaves, you scramble with your mouse, searching for the email which ended up with you in the deep end. The first one in the chain, from $Henry yesterday, seems normal. Then there's your reply, and then $Henry's unenthused response. Except in the details of that replay, Miss $Dessel was CC'd in for some reason. With that, she was given the rest of the email chain, hence how your confidential message was shared. As you examine the CC, something else pops out at you: $Henry's email address. It's not his. You know his email address, and this is remarkably close - enough so to trick you in the first place - but it's not the same. A single switch of "m" and "rn" managed to fool you. This imposter $Henry set you up with an irresistible opportunity to rant about your boss, knowing you'd take the bait, and then ensured your boss would get the email. Even more interesting is how the original email is worded - it's just like how the actual $Henry speaks. And this happens only 2 days after your Admirer told you "bad boys get punished"? There's only one person who can be behind this. You tap on the watch bound to your wrist. "What the hell do you want?" "Do you hear me?" It doesn't light up. You sulk over the mix up for a while, re-evaluating everyone who your Admirer could be, reaching zero conclusions. It might be worth apologizing to her at some point, or maybe getting her something women like. [[Week 2 Office<-...][$H += 1]]

<<set $Week2.DesselConvoSexApology to 1>>\ [img[Images/Office.jpg]] After $Kylie's ruination of an otherwise fine morning, you're not exactly eager for someone to enter your office. But it's not easy to turn away your boss. Especially when she appears quite flustered. "Mr $Car? I think we need to talk." "Of course." You wave to the seat across from your desk. For a moment, she looks unsure if she should sit or not, but ultimately decides to. "It's about the email you sent me yesterday." "Which email would that be?" "The one in which you described having sex with me." "Uh-" you stumble, immediately recalling the email you sent to $Henry. //How on earth did she read that?// "That was my reaction when I read it." You're barely hearing her. //What the hell happened? She said she was sent it, but the email came from $Henry. Fuck, why couldn't that have been any other email?// "I can explain." "$Jam - there's no need. I'm guessing I was sent it by accident, or maybe your friend was trying to mess with you." "Right," is just about all you can muster in defence. "And since you're clearly embarrassed, and I have no idea how I'm supposed to react, we're just going to pretend it never happened. Does that work for you?" "Uhm. Yes(?)." "Excellent." She stands up again, heading towards the door. "There is one more thing, however." [[2-3 Fake Email Sex 2<-...]]

"Since $Megan was also included in your story, I think it's fair that she's informed about it." Miss $Dessel opens the door, summoning your secretary inside. "Is everything okay?" Miss $Dessel makes sure to close the door behind her so that the three of you are in privacy. "$Jam has a story he'd like to read to us." "A story?" "Isn't that right, $Jam?" "Uhm, yes." "Go ahead and open the email." You follow her direction without hesitance. Before you could mount any kind of defence, you'd prefer to just jump out your window, and face the long fall to the bottom. Miss $Dessel seems intent on teaching you some sort of lesson, and you're not going to be let off easy. "*ahem*" rather than doing it for the usual reason of demanding attention, now you clear your throat to be able to speak properly. "Miss $Dessel enters my office, complaining about a broken button on her dress. She asks me for help," you break your eyes from the monitor, seeing the still perplexed look on $Megan's face, as well as the rather pleased one on Miss $Dessel's. "Is this really necessary?" "I suppose I could just go to HR instead." Her threat leads you back to the email. "She asks me for help, even though she could have approached anyone else on the office floor. She hands me the button, and I try reattaching it to her dress, my hand caressing the her breasts as I do." "I apologize, but she doesn't mind. She then takes my hand, and places it right on her tit, "Do you like that?" she says, and I now realize exactly what she wants." "She kneels on the floor, unzipping my pants. My cock flops out, and she slobbers on it like the saliva would drown her otherwise." "$Megan bursts in, outraged that someone else is sucking my dick. She pushes Miss $Dessel out the way, and says that her tongue can do things that Miss $Dessel never could." Real, not fantasy $Megan, seems to finally understand the situation. "They have a competition for who gives the best head, and Miss $Dessel wins. Victorious, Miss $Dessel tells $Megan to start eating her pussy, which she does obediently. With Miss $Dessel kneeling at my feet, $Megan is sandwiched between her thighs, and now $Megan's the one drowning - in pussy juices." ""Time for a change of scenery" I say, and Miss $Dessel acts scared, but I know she wants it. She complains about how big it is, how she's never had anything like it, and I say she'll never have anything like it again." "I push her over my desk, and yank up her dress to expose her ass. Her panties slip down easily, and they're drenched with juices and saliva." "With the first thrust of my cock into her anus, she cries in ecstasy. I'll fuck her so hard she'll be unable to walk straight for days, and every future sexual experience will be ruined by giving her something far better by comparison. ""Mr $Car, I'm so sorry for, mmm, stealing your rightful job. Mmm, yes! Fuck me harder! Please, Mr $Car. I've never had anything like this before."" "$Megan's positioned behind me, licking my balls eagerly, begging for another chance to please me. But now she's got a taste for pussy, and she wants more, so she fingers Miss $Dessel's sloppy pussy so hard that her orgasm nearly cracks the windows." "For the finale, I make them both kneel before me, and I cum in Miss $Dessel's mouth. $Megan's salty, complaining that it's unfair, so I tell them to snowball the cum. They make out to hand it to each other, until eventually they're a giggling mess, my broken in cum whores." [[2-3 Fake Email Sex 3<-...]]

"That's quite the story," $Megan fake laughs so poorly it wouldn't convince a deaf person. Your boss smiles, satisfied with her work. "I'm glad you got that out of your system, $Jam. Maybe leave the fantasies out of your work emails next time." Miss $Dessel exits your office. "Should I even ask?" "No." Being told by your boss to relay the email was quite the humbling moment, though not quite as much as she thought it would be. Miss $Dessel has no clue that $Megan giving you blowjobs doesn't exist solely in fantasy. Far from it; $Megan could enact her role right now, apart from the eating out Miss $Dessel part. "Shall I get back to work?" You sigh, amazed at her inability to read a room. "Go ahead." Once you're alone again, you exhale for the first time since Miss $Dessel came in. There are two things on your mind: how did she see that email, and could you ever have predicted that'd be how she would react? To answer the first, you check on the email. The first one in the chain, from $Henry yesterday, seems normal. Then there's your reply, and then $Henry's unenthused response. Except in the details of that replay, Miss $Dessel was CC'd in for some reason. With that, she was given the rest of the email chain, hence how your confidential message was shared. As you examine the CC, something else pops out at you: $Henry's email address. It's not his. You know his email address, and this is remarkably close - enough so to trick you in the first place - but it's not the same. A single switch of "m" and "rn" managed to fool you. This imposter $Henry set you up with an irresistible opportunity to rant about your boss, knowing you'd take the bait, and then ensured your boss would get the email. Even more interesting is how the original email is worded - it's just like how the actual $Henry speaks. And this happens only 2 days after your Admirer told you "bad boys get punished"? There's only one person who can be behind this. You tap on the watch bound to your wrist. "What the hell do you want?" "Do you hear me?" It doesn't light up. You sulk over the mix up for a while, re-evaluating everyone who your Admirer could be, reaching zero conclusions. You barely spare a thought for Miss $Dessel, and her bizarre manner upon discovering what you said about her and $Megan. It's not exactly like you know the usual response for women in that situation. Maybe you should talk to her again later. [[Week 2 Office<-...][$H += 1]]

<<set $H += 1>>\ [img[Images/Office.jpg]] The elevator arrives at your floor, and lacking any desire to do work, you eye the rightmost glass pane of your office walls, eager to know just who's here at this time. Far from the delivery man, it's $Henry. As usual, he spends a while chatting up $Megan, who blushes at his advances. It's a routine you're well familiar with watching, but $Henry adds in a variation. Just before he's about to finally enter your office, he waves someone over from the other side of the floor. "Taint Licker!" "$Henry." Behind him, you see $Allen rush to catch up. "$Allen." "Mr $Car - we need to talk." "What is it now?" $Allen makes sure to shut the office door before continuing. "It's about what happened in Hedersby Woods." "Your admirer's been busy." $Henry adds seamlessly. "They want us to go back there again this Saturday." "Did you two both get mysterious packages, or something?" "He filled me in yesterday." "I'm the one who got a letter." "Saying what, exactly?" ""If you want answers", be there. That type of thing." "They're still interested in me, then?" It's annoying, of course, but maybe $Allen has become the focal point of their attention, is in a step in the right direction. "You don't seem very excited for this, $Jam. We finally get those forest blowjobs we wanted." Ignoring his usage of "we", you can't help but be skeptical. "They wanted me to go alone last week, but now they want the three of us there?" "I'm telling you: the crazy chicks give the best blowjobs." "Worst case," $Allen begins, trying to be much more pragmatic in persuading you than $Henry. "We waste a few more hours. Best case? We find who's behind this." Put like that, it's hard to say no. "So you're in?" "The bars can go another week without me, I suppose." "Great!" $Allen looks just as rejoiced as $Henry. "Told you he'd say yes." He murmurs to $Allen, following his I-told-you-so up with a slap on the back. [[2-3 Henry Allen Invite 2<-...]]

"While I'm here, how about I meet this Miss $Dessel I've heard so much about?" He rubs his hands together menacingly, as if he planned on cooking her. "Actually, she's in a very important meeting right now." "Ahw, man." $Henry shakes his head. "One of these days, though. As for you," his attention turns back to you. "Saturday, buddy. And you're driving." He then shows himself out, though not without a final futile bout of flirting with $Megan. "//Important meeting//." You scoff. "You're that aversed to introducing the two that you'd lie?" "Hmm? She //is// in a meeting." Stricken with panic, you rush to the threshold of the doorway, spying that Miss $Dessel, true to $Allen's word, isn't actually in her office. "Where is she?" $Allen makes sure to pronounce his words painfully slowly. "In - a - meeting." "With who?" "The usual cast. Mr $Car, are you feeling alright? You look a little pale." He gazes a little closer at your complexion, and you're overcome by an urge to violently shove him out your office. "Yes, I'm fine. Go back to do your secretary stuff. I've got somethings to catch up on." He leaves without another word. //A meeting? Without me? Why am I being excluded?// //Worse, $Allen said it was an "important" meeting. What's so important that I'm not clued in? Matt never had meetings like that, why's she?// [[Week 2 Office<-...][$H += 1]]

<<set $H += 1>>\ [img[Images/Office.jpg]] Watching $Henry head to your office is always annoying, since you have to witness him flirting with $Megan for a long time before he bursts into your room. This time, though, he barely cares for more than a "hey beautiful" in her direction, before entering. "$Jam: the fucker behind this got in touch with me earlier today." "What do they want now?" "Never mind that. Would you like to have sex with a prostitute that costs 2000$ an hour?" "Wha-what are you talking about?" This kind of non sequitur is something you'd expect from your secretary, not $Henry. "Do you want to see a picture of her?" He's retrieved some images from his pocket before you can even reply, not that you'd ever say no, of course. "She's hot as fuck." He's not lying. The woman in the many lustful photos looks like she was genetically modified to be as sexy as possible. No wonder it'd cost 2000$ for a night with her. "Did she hire you as a pimp, or something?" "You know," he ignores you, "I was chatting to her, and she told me she'd be willing to do //anything// a guy asked for." "For that price, she better." "No gag reflex, zero complaints about taking it up the ass. And best of all, you love bird," he mocks, "no commitments. This is just the thing you need to get over that ex of yours. What do you say?" If you hadn't seen those pictures of her, it'd be much easier to say no, but you've already drummed up a million fantasies. "And you're paying?" "Of course I'm paying! Anything for my buddy." "Screw it. Why not?" "Great!" He shouts, rushing to give you a high five. "Now, as for my conditions." "Conditions? You said you were paying!" "I am - it's so important that you get over that ex of yours, and remember just what you're capable of pulling. But first, I need a favor." You roll your eyes, but can't reject him yet, not with the thought of a blowjob from her still in your head. "I need a picture of you in those panties." "That's worth 2k to you?" "Did you see those tits of hers? They're worth double that for a blowjob alone. $Jam, this is a steal." "And what do you want with a picture of me in panties?" "Just consider it payback for last Saturday." "Hmm. Right." It's difficult to believe it's that simple, of course. But that prostitute has a look about her that could turn a monk into a nymphomaniac. "Don't decide now. Let's head back to the forest on Saturday, and you can have sex then. Oh, and I'll take just a single picture. Aren't I a good friend? In the meantime, here's a little souveinir." He places the photoes of the indelibly attractive hooker on your desk. He then shows himself out, this time spending a good while chatting with $Megan. //It's been aeons since I've had a good blowjob, and if $Henry's telling the truth, I can do a lot more than that.// Staring at the photos, you're convinced. //It's not like there's any harm in going. Nobody's saying I have to fuck her.// [[Week 2 Office<-...][$H to $H + 1]]

<<set $H += 1>>\ [img[Images/Office.jpg]] Miss $Dessel knocks on the door, and you wave her in. Unbeknownst to you, $Megan decided that means she can enter your office as well. "Good morning, Mr $Car. I was hoping to talk to you in regards to some of the reports $Megan has sent my way." "Of course. What about them in particular?" "The ones that are missing." "Missing?" You scoff, immediately looking towards your secretary. "$Megan, make sure you send all the reports over to Miss $Dessel." "I have, sir. All the ones you've done, at least." "That's impossible. The mistake must be on your end." You're insistent, trusting that your seniority and position allows you to put $Megan on the chopping block as opposed to facing the consequences. Given how you've done a grand total of zero work over the past two weeks, it really isn't a surprise that someone clocked the lack of reports being filed. "You're welcome to look through my computer, Miss $Dessel." $Megan retorts, trying to dig herself out of your hole. "But I think the issue lies with how little Mr $Car has done since you got here. I honestly think he's jealous you got the job he wanted." "$Megan!" You shout, feeling your fists clench under the cover of the desk. "I have not idea what she's talking about." Miss $Dessel looks plainly at the two of you. \ <<if $Week1.Forest is 3>>"Perhaps what we encountered in the forest has everyone stressed out." Her attempt to diffuse the situation doesn't work. <</if>>\ "I'll leave you two to figure what the bottleneck is - I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding." Like she desperate to avoid the bickering couple, Miss $Dessel backs out of your office, closing the door behind her. Your scorn can now turn to $Megan without any concern over how you look to your boss. [[2-4 Megan Argue 3<-...]]

You slide out of your chair, striding over so that you can tower over $Megan. Clearly she's forgotten her place. "What was that about?" "It's true, Mr $Car!" "You're my secretary, $Megan. If I say the fault is yours, you know what that means?" She looks down at her feet, cowering as you raise your voice. "What does it mean, $Megan?" "...the fault is mine." "Good. Make sure to clarify that to Miss $Dessel when you leave." It might end there, but $Megan hasn't yet been reminded over just where she stands in the office. "But it is your fault." "What did you say?" "I've gotten nothing from you ever since Miss $Dessel got here. Not a single report or memo. I don't know whether it's because you wanted that promotion or something else." "Something else?" Though you want to continue shouting, you're curious as to what she means. After all, she was there in the woods last Saturday - she should know that you've been distracted. "What do you mean?" "I thought that, maybe, you liked Miss $Dessel." "//Liked// her?" $Megan shrugs, wishing she could take back her comments. "I guess not." "Stop trying to change the subject. You're my secretary, $Megan, and if I can't expect you to take a couple of hits on my behalf then you don't deserve your position." "And yet when it comes to helping me out, you'd rather sit in your chair and continue to do nothing." "Helping you out?" "Yes, helping me out!" Not once has $Megan ever raised her voice at you. Something's clearly gotten her riled up. "This //admirer// thing - I helped you out by walking out of the cabin in my panties. Whoever's behind this has those pictures now. And when I told you that they also had my address yesterday, you wouldn't even let me take a single picture of you like they wanted. So why should I do a single to help you?" "Because it's in the job description." "Me stripping in the cabin isn't!" She sulks, crossing her arms and searching for any corner of the to look at - anything but you. She's well out of line, of course. Were it something you could do without needing a good reason on paper, you might even fire her. Suffice to say, she definitely needs a punishment to be reminded of her place. Then again, that might make her resent you even more. And resentment like that is the kind that's going to make her less inclined to help you out with your admirer in the future. Hopefully that won't be necessary, of course, but it's worth considering. You could just ignore her whole outburst, and give her the chance to realize her insubordination on her own. [[2-4 Megan Argue Spank<-Punish her]] [[2-4 Megan Argue Aplogize<-Apologize]] [[2-4 Megan Argue Forget<-Dismiss her]]

<<set $H += 1>>\ "I suppose you're right." $Megan makes eye contact with you, her brows raised in a clear show of disbelief. "I'm //sorry//." You wince at the word, feeling a great need to shake your entire body, like you were trying to shake off a bug. "Thank you, sir." … "I'll get back to work." She shows herself out. //Since when do I apologize?// [[Week 2 Office<-...]]

<<set $H += 1>>\ "I'm not dealing with this now." You point towards the door. $Megan seems to get the point, and leaves without another word. [[Week 2 Office<-...]]

<<set $H += 1>>\ "I'm not letting this go unpunished." You waltz behind $Megan, closing the blinds to your office one by one to give you the necessary privacy. $Megan doesn't make a sound. "Lean over my desk." Her silent streak continues, though you can recognize her contemplating her options. You've never spanked $Megan before; you've never needed to. But it's hardly much more intimate than the blowjobs you've received. As for what will leave behind a longer impression: cum breath or a sore ass, you don't know. And though you had no intention of doing this when you woke up, the thought of marking someone's ass beat red because of their disobedience has rapidly taken a hold of you. The longer she pauses, the more turned on you're getting. Eventually, she stops teasing you, stepping a foot away from your desk and leaning over it. Rather than a fake lean, where she'd still be resting on her feet, her body weight is concentrated on your desk, which doubtlessly adds to the feeling of powerlessness growing inside her. Similarly, you're imbued with even more excitement thanks to the position. $Megan's ass is also the most exposed part of her body, partly because of the position, but also because of her heels, which always cause her rump to stick out more than it otherwise would. Slowly unzipping her skirt, revelling in the terror which is almost radiating off her, it drops to the floor, forming a circle around her heels. Today, $Megan is wearing black underwear, which should contrast nicely with the shade you're going to paint her ass. \ <<linkreplace "Spank her">>\ \ $Megan lets out a small yelp at the first strike - an even more empowering reaction than her leaning over in the first place, and you were barely using any actual power. After the short scream, she pants a little. Her heartbeat is practically audible. The second spank, on her other cheek, doesn't cause the same reaction, so you take it as a challenge to make her scream. <<linkreplace "Strike again">>\ \ The next series of strikes each cause a greater gasp than the last, which is particularly gratifying given the rapid fire, cascading style of spanks you opt for. <<linkreplace "Finish her off">>\ "You were a bad girl, $Megan. You're not going to speak out of turn again, are you?" You rain a particularly thunderous slap on one of her cheeks. "Mmph! No..sir." "And you're sorry for doing it in the first, place, aren't you?" "Yes-" you don't let her finish even that short sentence, giving her yet another monumental spank. "Yes sir. Dreadfully sorry." "Good." A final time, your palm smacks her butt cheek, giving you one last glorious squeal. "Now get back to work." "Yes sir." She gulps, relieved to be dismissed. After struggling to get the necessary grip to raise her skirt and zip it up, she rushes out of your office, not wanting to risk you going for a second round. "That was...incredible." The sound of pained moans, the reddened cheeks, the masochistic sting you felt in your hand after each hit. You haven't felt like this in a long time. "I could get used to this." Returning to your computer, you chuckle at seeing your blank monitor. Considering calling that out is what got $Megan in trouble, it must have been incredibly bitter for her to see it during her spanking. [[Week 2 Office<-...]] \ <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

<<set $Week2.Mouthwash to 4>>\ [img[Images/Office.jpg]] There's a knock at your office door, and $Megan pops her head in a second later. "Mr $Car? You've got a visitor. Miss," she turns back to the woman behind her, "Candy would like to have a word." "Certainly. Please, have a seat, Miss Candy." $Megan ushers her in before returning to her desk. This "Miss Candy" isn't someone you've met before - you'd certainly remember her based on the tits alone. The short skirt is memorable, too, though it isn't quite in the realm of inappropriate for the office space. [img[Images/Escort 2.jpg]] "What can I do for you?" "Mr $Car, I work a few floors down, and I'm in trouble. You see, I really need a raise in order to pay rent. I've done //everything// to persuade my boss to say yes, but he won't budge. I was wondering if you'd be generous enough to pull some strings and get me a higher level position." "Well, that's certainly something I can help you with." Something about the girl's lipgloss makes you think she'd give tremendous head, which is something you haven't enjoyed in a long time. Now that she's settled, you also realize she's wearing rather heavy eyeliner. A trashy amount, actually. "So long as you're willing to do //anything//." "I am, sir. //Anything//." "You'll need to prove that." She stands up, leaning so far over your desk that her palms are practically in your lap, and you've got a near horizontal view between her tits. The push up bra is certainly helping, but even naked they'd be almost too much to handle. "I knew you were the kind of guy who could help me. Someone strong and powerful. Someone I ca-" The door suddenly opens. Annoyed at whatever idiot is bursting in without knocking, your willingness to yell shrivels up when you realize it's Miss $Dessel, who you'd rather not yell at right now. "Miss Candy, I think you might have gotten the wrong floor. You want the next floor up." "Oh." She stands up straight again, adjusting her blouse as she exits. Through the glass wall, you stare at her, and she blows you a kiss. "Some girls are such ditzes. Actually, that's all girls in this business, isn't it, Mr $Car?" She smiles. "Oh well, I'll let you get back to work. I've got some more Johns to do down on if I want another raise." She exits. "What the hell was that all about?" The only thing you know for sure is that the raging erection in your pants isn't going to go away anytime soon. [[Week 2 Office<-Return to work][$H += 1]]

<<set $Week2.Mouthwash to 5>>\ [img[Images/Office.jpg]] "Mr $Car? You've got another visitor. Miss Amber wants to have a word with you about some reports." [img[Images/Escort 1.jpg]] "Yes, reports." The woman barges in, which must be a hard thing to do on heels as tall as she's wearing. In your whole career, you've not once seen shoes that seem more vertical than horizontal, but here "Miss Amber" is. "They're not good. Frankly, I think someone people might need to be let go." "Let go?" You eye $Megan, who's returned to her desk. "Like who?" "I think we can get rid off a couple girl on the floor, don't you? Hell, maybe even all of them. Everyone knows women only get these kinds of jobs because they're good at sucking dick, not because of their qualifications or experience. I say we get one girl who's really good at sucking dick. Do you know any candidates?" Another woman enters the room, and yet $Megan still at her desk. "Oh, Mr $Car! Please don't let me be fired! I'll do anything! I'll suck your dick right now! Don't even bother closing the blinds, just whip it out and let get to my job." She pushes past Miss Amber so that she's across the desk from you. "I don't want to have to get a job in fast food, but that's all I'm qualified for. I only got this job because I sucked the right few dicks, and everyone knows that's the only way women get corporate jobs." Miss $Dessel adds, yet again, to the entourage of women in your office. "Oh, girls? You can both go back to your desks. The company has decided to hire 20 more men, so we need all the gals we can to do what they do best." "Hooray!" "That's a shame; I thought we could do a competition to see who the best dick sucker is." "We still can!" "You know what? You're right!" Miss Amber and the woman who never introduced show themselves, and Miss $Dessel gives them a warm smile. "What exactly is going on?" "Nothing. Why?" "...is this because of that email?" "I don't bother reading emails anymore, $Jam; I'm too busy on my knees." She laughs unconvincingly before leaving. [[Week 2 Office<-Return to work][$H += 3]]

<<set $Week2.Mouthwash to 6>>\ [img[Images/Escort 3.jpg]] Your eyes drift from your blank monitor, and you must be dreaming, because in front of your glass wall, right next to $Megan, there's two girls, dressed in a matching bikini top and tiny pencil skirts consisting of 6 inches of length. They're doing a sort of dance, and at some point in this fantasy, one of them pulls out a bottle of mouthwash. That girl begins gargling the liquid rather dramatically, before spitting it into the bin of $Megan - who's now recording whatever this is. In a mime-like fashion, the girl who just gargled now breathes onto the other girl's face. That girl wafts her hands in disgust and holds her nose shut. She then seems to have a bright idea, because she looks incredibly pleased with herself. She kneels down, where you now notice there are several more bottles of mouthwash. As her knees settle, though, the movement must have hurt them, because she rubs her hands on them. The first girl is now the one proud of herself, because recovers a pair of knee pads that were also on the floor, and hands them to the other girl. A third girl now enters the scene from stage left. Her attire is identical, save for the addition of a cheap tie around her neck. She inspects the first two, seemingly impressed. She's blown away, however, when the girls bend over, displaying their very appealing asses for you and the boss to see. The tie girl gives them both a thumbs up, and they all scurry off, taking their props with them. //No way she got her job without getting her knees dirty.// //All the mouthwash in the world couldn't get the smell of cum out of her mouth.// //If she bends over in front of the right people, I could have a new boss within the quarter.// With no remaining plausible deniability, you march out your office, ignoring $Megan's remark about it being an "amazing performance". $Allen looks like he's seen a ghost. [[2-5 Escort 4<-...]]

Your boss looks very satisfied with herself, and she doesn't hide that smugness on account of your entry. "Am I supposed to apologize to you? Because, in case you forgot, I already did, and you told me to leave." "Mr $Car, I frankly have no idea what you're talking about." "Yes, I'm sure three girls decided to dress up like strippers and spit mouthwash because they thought this was a porn set." "Huh? I must have missed that." "Do you have any more performances planned?" Miss $Dessel tilts her head from side to side. "Maybe." "Isn't this all very childish? I said something that upset you, I apologized, and now you're trying to punish me for admitting I was wrong." "You've admitted nothing. You gave an unconvincing apology that only made me realize how little you actually think of me, because if you think a "sorry" will make up for what you implied I've done, then you're mistaken." She points to a framed certificate on the wall. "Distinction in a masters. 7 years experience in this field in 3 different companies. 9 promotions. 2 awards for outstanding work. Some might consider that impressive." She wanders around to the other side of the desk, so that you're barely a foot apart. "When I first got here, I had $Allen show me your record. You've had your job for how long now?" You grimace reflexively at the question, feeling a need to gulp rather hard. "We both know, Mr $Car." "3 years." "3 years with zero vertical movement." She shakes her head with pseudo empathy. "No raises? Any bonuses for good work?" "...no." "No. I thought not." She leans in closer. "You see, $Jam, I don't think that you actually think I did any of those things you accused me of. I think you're afraid that someone came in, deservingly took a promotion you wanted, and so you're looking for any chance to discredit me to make yourself feel better. And the fact that I'm a woman? That makes it sting all the more, doesn't it?" Her voice lowers to a whisper, and you're desperate to avoid eye contact. "So you can email your friends all you want about how I'm the bogeyman, stealing jobs from hard working, deserving men by fluttering my eyelashes and sucking up to the right people, but I see through it. And I see through //you//. Complaining will get you nothing - which is exactly what you've accomplished in the past 3 years." "This is the part where you leave." [[Week 2 Office<-...][$H += 1]]

Being awoken in the middle of the night is never good. Not even if it was from being poked and prodded by a nymphomaniac girlfriend, desperate and yearning for your huge cock, would it be preferable to a few more hours of sleep. A fit and healthy body needs, above all, a minimum of hours, and the number currently ringing your phone has disturbed that. "Mr $Car, are you in your apartment right now?" "Who is this?" "It's John from the night time security detail. If you're in your apartment, you might want to come down to the parking lot." "This better be important." You hang up without waiting for a confirmation. <hr> \ The "security" team of your apartment complex might as well be a rotating crew of blow up dolls, because they've never once been needed before. Rather, they're a way to increase property value, and, on a couple occasions after you first got your F-Series, compliment your ride. [img[Images/Parking Garage.jpg]] Catching your attention the moment you arrive in the parking lot, is a pair of figures near your car. At first, you think they're admiring it, rightfully so. Then, you realize they're either refined petrol heads, or have some other reasons to be so curious about it, because they're really getting up close. Only when you're a dozen meters away do you realize the two are actually dressed in something more than pajamas. One of them, who you assume to be John, is dressed in the customary security garb. It's nothing too fancy, and they never seem to care about their appearance that much past a pair of sunglasses. The other person is a cop. "Mr $Car?" "What's going on?" "It would seem someone was trying to destroy your car." "MY CAR?!" In the police vehicle beside your own car, you spot a person in the back, their arms cuffed behind their back. They're dressed, much like John, in all black. But instead of a done up shirt, this one's wearing a thick black sweater. Staring a little harder, you recognize the face. It's Ryan: $Kylie's boyfriend. "He was hurting her?" "Her?" The cop speaks up. "My car." "I caught it on the security cameras ten minutes ago and tackled him. Officer Jones got here herself a few minutes ago." "Right." You're barely clocking their words, instead analyzing every dent, nick and scratch in your gorgeous car. It doesn't take a keen eye to realize that the side mirrors are both smacked off, one on the floor, and the other dangling from a set of persistent wires. The two tires that you can see are both slashed. Dents in the hood and doors seem done like the first was an accident, and the proceeding hundred were to even the damage out. "My baby...how could anyone do this to you?" "Sir? "What happens to him now?" You nod to Ryan, who's shyly looking at his lap like a scalded child. "A crime like this - do you know how much an F-Series costs? Let me get 5 minutes with him, and I'll save you a lot of paperwork." "Paperwork's a matter of fact, I'm afraid." The cop asserts, making sure to speak a little louder. "It's not just the damages to your car; he also trespassed to get in here." "And took a swing at me with his golf club." "It's going to take thousands to get these dents out. They'll probably need to replace the doors entirely." "The positive side i-" "Positive side? This is my car we're talking about!" "Instances like this," she continues, "are very easy to get through to your insurance company. Between tapes and a security guard's testimony, you can probably have a replacement vehicle by tomorrow, or later today." She amends, looking at her watch. "Great. A new vehicle will fill the void in my heart." The cop gets in her own, ugly though undented car, and drives away. "Cheer up, buddy. A car this beautiful, you must have good insurance, right?" You stomp back up to your apartment, desperately wanting to get your hands on Ryan, but doomed to hopelessly return to sleep. [[Home<-...][$H to 8, $M to 0]]

<<set $H to 12>>\ If you had known that sleeping with your fiancé's sister would have led to your car being stolen from you, you probably wouldn't have done it. You can't turn back time, though, and you also can't get better insurance after the damages occur. You send $Megan an email, alerting her that you likely won't be in at any point today, after a "traumatic" and "scarring" assault on your "child" has left you rocked and needing a replacement. $Megan, in turn, says that she had no idea you had children, but she's deeply sorry for what you're going through. After taking a taxi, you arrive at a vehicle rental company your insurance company instructed you to go to. <hr> \ "We got your information a little while ago. So sad to see what can happen to such a beautiful car." The affable gentleman remarks, leading you into his office to "go over" some paperwork. "You don't know how long it'll before it's fixed, do you?" "That's down to your insurance company." "Great." "But with how quickly they sent us the details, I'm sure it'll be no time at all. Now, I can see you went for the "basic" insurance plan." Buying the F-Series in the first place was an expensive move. Cheapening out on the insurance was $Amy's idea, one you're now cursing. "Basic, right. But it's relative to the car I own, right?" "I'm afraid not." He shakes his head solemnly, though never removing the smile from his rather punchable face. "But we do already have some options prepared for you. If you'll follow me, I can show you the great cars we have to select from." [[2-5 Rental Car 3<-...]]

<<set $H to 14>>\ [img[Images/Rent A Car.jpg]] "We do actually have a wide selection of mini vans." "Mini vans? Surely you can do better than that." You look over the parking lot, seeing a lot of nothing appealing. "What about those?" You point to an array of sedans not nearly as nice as your F-Series, but nothing as embarrassing as a mini van, either. "I'm afraid your insurance doesn't cover any of those." He steers you away from the one bright spot in the parking lot's otherwise miserable selection. "But I think you'll find something to love in some of the hatchbacks we have on offer." "Hatchbacks?" //Damn you, Ryan.// He assists you in two laps around the "basic" insurance plan options, which also makes you feel worse about your plight. If your F-Series hadn't been taken away this morning, you'd prefer to drive that destroyed, shadow of its former self around. Certainly anything is preferable compared to these "family friendly" "fuel efficient" choices. "Look-" you reach inside your mind for the man's name, finding nothing but dust. "Surely we work out something better than these." "Well-" "Yes?" "There is one car we have - a sedan - but I'm not sure it's for you." "It has to be better than any of these." You wave to the grouping of vehicles you wouldn't be caught dead driving. "I can show you it, at least." At a rear part of the building, he introduces you to a disgusting beast that may, in fact, be your best option. "Your insurance plan technically doesn't cover it, but we can give you an upgrade at no cost." If you were color blind, there'd be no problem with the thing. It's certainly not outside the class of vehicle someone of your status should be driving, and it'll probably still manage to make $Henry jealous. But, lacking color blindness, you're hesitant, because driving around in a pink sedan is certainly not something someone like you should be doing. [[2-5 Rental Car 4<-Take the pink sedan][$Week2.Car to 1]] [[2-5 Rental Car 4<-Take a hatchback][$Week2.Car to 2]]

<<set $H to 16>>\ <<if $Week2.Car is 1>>"I'll take it." You point to the sedan, feeling only more ambivalent about your choice after confirming it when the man inevitably asks "are you sure?" You can imagine there being some sort of company bet on who can get rid off the car first, even if it's only for the time it takes for your insurance company to pull through.\ <<elseif $Week2.Car is 2>>"Alright, I'll take one of those ugly ones." "A hatchback?" "Yes. A ha-" You clear your through. "I'll take a hatchba-" "We'll get it sorted right away."<</if>> After filling out some paperwork, you're able to drive the monstrosity home. [[Home<-...]]

Prior to the introduction of your "admirer", you'd never spent a single hour of your free time with $Allen. Now, you're spending two Saturday in a row tolerating him. <<if $Week2.Car is 0>>"Hey." He replies, meekly as ever, upon entering the passenger side of your vehicle. More so than usual, if anything. "$Allen."\ <<elseif $Week2.Car gt 0>>"$Jam?" You can see him mouth through your window. After making sure it is you, he gets in the passenger side. "What happened to your car?" "I'm getting an upgrade." "Oh. Will it take long?" "It better not."<</if>> "I made sure to bring the panties, too." He seems to cringe even at saying the word "panties", like they weren't something he was at all familiar with until you mentioned them in the Donkey Punch a week ago. "Good." It's still up for consideration if you'll play along with the admirer's request. When you refused last week, and put $Allen in that position instead, you'd assumed their attention in you would disappear, but you've not yet been lucky. Perhaps showing your disinterest a second time will be more fruitful. The journey is now one you're familiar with, and so you need no help from $Bethany navigating to Hedersby Woods. The scene in the tiny car park made out of trodden grass is exactly as it was last week, with no unnatural sounds to be heard. It's reasonable to assume you and $Allen are the only people here. "Let's get this over with." [[2-6 Forest Allen 2<-...]]

[img[Images/Forest Night 1.jpg]] The route to the cabin, unsurprisingly, is exactly as it was a week ago, though you could hardly clock a missing tree, if one had somehow vanished. Due to that familiarity, you're walking faster compared to before, and that seems to make $Allen a little nervous. "There's no hurry, you know. I'm sure whatever's to be found will be there regardless." "Being in the cold dark is not my idea of fun, $Allen. If I can get this over with more quickly, I will." "I guess." Soon enough, you're outside of the same cabin from before. Like the car park, and like the path here, nothing seems to have changed from before. Of course, you're very weary of the spotlight that turned on, and guess that the same could happen at any minute. Similarly, a camera could be trained on you, tracking every movement, and ready to take pictures if the light does turn on. It causes an uncomfortable feeling in you, like you were a prisoner suffering from panopticon theory. $Allen, though it's hard to pick up on the nuances of his face, seems to be going through something similar. "Let's check the cabin." "I'll wait out here." You pause, glancing at him again. "To make sure no one sneaks up on us." "And what will you do if someone does?" He couldn't stop Bambi from mugging him - how he would fare against anyone with the potential to ambush him wouldn't differ much. Despite being reminded of something he couldn't possibly forget, he doesn't move. "It's not like going in the cabin a week ago worked out well for me." "Whatever." Alone, you enter the structure, finding it largely in the same state. A couple of the larger items, like ladders and cages, have been moved around a little, but there's nothing off about any of it. Stepping closer to the table positioned in the center, there's no watch on it today. "What do you want?" Your murmur to the one already on your wrist, like an ugly digital collar. At least it hasn't been bothering you anymore. "There's nothing in there." You announce upon exiting the empty cabin. $Allen, far from looking out for possible stalkers, is poking around at the bottom of a tree. "$Allen?" "I...uh, I found something." [[2-6 Forest Allen 3<-...]]

Stepping closer, your vision still poor thanks to the darkness, and now worsened by $Allen blocking whatever it is that's interesting. Standing to the side of him, you realize just what's captured his attention. $Allen begins reading off the note. "$Jam...do as you're told, and we won't ruin your career." "That's quite the threat from an "admirer"." He nods in agreement before reading on. "Use these to tie yourself to a tree. And be wearing just the panties." Now, $Allen shows off what's in his other hand - a pair of handcuffs. [img[Images/Chain Handcuffs.jpg]] "They really didn't like me not wearing the panties last week, huh?" "$Jam, this is really starting to scare me. I think we should just start doing what they say." "And tie myself to a tree?" You baulk instinctively. "In those panties?" "If they're threatening to ruin your career..." he shrugs, letting you worry over the possibilities. There are a lot of ways your life could be targeted is just about the worst. If your job goes, so does your apartment, your lifestyle, your beautiful F-Series. "Considering they could just send me a message on this," you gesture to the ugly watch, "they sure love their notes." "Maybe if you just play along this time, they'll leave you alone." Based on how they wanted to capture a picture of you in the panties last week, you're skeptical about that, though it could provide more information about who's behind this. It's not like refusing before got you any closer to the truth. Then again, it might be beneficial to push $Allen a little further out on the plank. If you got him to do what the note asked, maybe your admirer will shift all their attention to him. It's wishful thinking, of course, but there is a chance. [[2-6 Forest Allen Wear<-Wear the panties]] [[2-6 Forest Allen He Wear<-Ask him to wear the panties]] [[2-6 Forest Allen Leave<-Leave]]

"I think you should wear them." "Me?" He's even more surprised now than he was a week ago. "No, $Jam. The note said you have to." "So we're just supposed to do what they want us to?" "If it means not having our careers ruined." "I'm not going to lie down so easily." You swipe the panties from his pocket, swing them around a little, and then throw them at his chest when he faces you. "Go ahead." "$Jam-" "-they already have pictures of you in panties. Is this really worse?" "The handcuffs?" "Everyone's got their kinks," you joke, to no reaction. "Anytime today." [[2-6 Forest Allen He Wear 2<-...]]

He never fully agreed, but you were able to convince him out of his clothes, into the panties, and against the tree, where you handcuffed his wrists together, using the bulky trunk to keep him trapped. You're not quite sure if it's be better to trapped like this facing inwards or outwards. Inwards means you have a far worse view of your surroundings, but at least you can easily lean against the tree for support. On the other hand, facing outwards sound more uncomfortable for your shoulders, though it probably looks less stupid. $Allen, is currently captured with the former method, like he were hugging the tree. "$Jam, I really don't think this is helping anyone." "I disagree." It's certainly very funny where you're standing, which is with a great view of him awkwardly squirming against the bark. "How long did the note say I should be chained to the tree?" "It didn't." He squeals, doing his best to shimmy around the tree so he can at least make eye contact with you. "So how long do I leave you here?" "Leave me? $Jam - please! It's cold, and I think there are bugs on my feet." "It'll be easier to see them in the daytime." "Daytime? Oh, no." You stroll back to your car, chuckling darkly. If handcuffing $Allen to the tree was supposed to send a message, you have to make sure it gets received. That means giving enough time for your admirer to turn on their light, and do whatever else they planned. That's your pragmatic reason. But the most appealing reason to abandon him like this is simply because it's hilarious to you. Finally, after years of working with you, he's going to have a view of himself that's closer to your own: pathetic. In the worst case, he'll be there for 12 hours. The trail seems popular enough that he'll be seen on a Sunday morning. Getting out the handcuffs might be a different deal - you never did confirm there was a key. You into your apartment with an extra pep in your step, eager to see just what your admirer's reaction to this will be. [[EOC<-...]]

"I'm leaving." You take a step towards the path of your car, only to stop when $Allen speaks up much louder than usual. "Wait! $Jam, I'm not sure this is the right thing to do. I mean, this is your career we're talking about. You don't want to throw it away like this." "So far, whoever's behind this has been all smoke and mirrors. A couple letters doesn't scare me, $Allen. And if it does you, then it was appropriate that you wore the panties before, you pussy." "They scare me, $Jam. Maybe you should play along just this once?" "Nope." You continue leaving, not caring if $Allen is following you or not. "You could probably just break out of the handcuffs; you're really strong!" You keep marching away, soon hearing him dash to catch up. "I just don't think you've considered everything at stake here. I mean, it's just a pair of panties!" He says the word much more naturally this time. There's no point in humoring his responses since he's so adamant that being obedient is the right move. And the further away you get from the cabin, and closer to your car, the more frantic he gets. "Look, maybe if you just handcuffed yourself to a tree, they'd appreciate it. No need for the panties. What do you say?" In the comfort of your car, the radio helps to tune him out, and he eventually accepts that convincing you is like getting blood from a stone. [[2-6 Forest Allen Leave 2<-...]]

"Thanks for the ride," $Allen sulks, clearly dejected once you pull up outside his apartment. At least he's still got his manners. "Cheer up, $Allen. You looked so good in them panties before; I wouldn't want to show you up." Your consolation doesn't do him much good, and you return to your own, far nicer apartment complex without his constant chirpings. //He really didn't seem to care that much last week. Something in the letter he got seemed to change his mind. Before, in the office, he mentioned there was a threat of exposing the pictures of him. But would my admirer really do that? If they did, it'd certainly be past the point of smoke and mirrors.// [[EOC<-...]]

"Alright, I'll do it." "You will?" $Allen rejoices. "Here." He hands you the pink panties he wore a week ago. Making his pass pointless, you have to toss them on the floor in order to get undressed. Shoes, socks, pants, shirt, and finally underwear create a neat pile of lovely clothing currently on the floor. \ <<if $Clothes.Panties gt 0>>$Allen doesn't make any comment on the panties you're currently wearing.<</if>> <<set $Clothes.Panties to 1>>\ After that, you equip the pink panties, the rugged manner you undressed in stark contrast to the gentle way panties mandate being put on. With so little fabric to grab, it's hard to be rough with them. "Alright, now the handcuffs." "Shall we cuff you facing it or away from it?" "If the note didn't say, facing it." You get into the necessary position, hugging the tree. The tips of your fingers reach a little past the knuckle on the other hand. $Allen steps to the other side of the tree, clicking one cuff around a wrist, then the other. You give them a small tug to make sure they're in place correctly, and then a far stronger tug, almost as if you were trying to escape. Not that you're scared, of course; you're never scared. But it's certainly a unique feeling. "And the note didn't say how long I have to be like this?" "No." He replies solemnly. "Tremenedous. We might be waiting a while." $Allen doesn't reply. Instead, he moves out of your view. There's a kind of soft fiddling you hear, and then he approaches you from your blindspot. "$Allen?" "I'm sorry, Mr $Car." Something black, almost like the sky itself, covers the upper half of your head. "$Allen? $Allen! What is this?" "I have to do what the letter told me. I can't risk those pictures of me getting out." Inside the hood/blindfold amalgamtion, you can't see a thing, not even the outline of the tree you're shackled to. "And what else did it tell you?" Though you're shouting at $Allen, you're unsure if he's nearby anymore. "$Allen?" "I'm just doing what I was told." Now, you identifty footsteps, though they're trying to be quiet. You can also tell they're going to the path you came from. It's $Allen. "Where are you going?" "$Allen?" "$Allen?" [[2-6 Forest Allen Wear 2<-...]]

It's impossible to tell just how much time has passed, especially when you've drifted in and out of sleep. Adrenaline wore off after a while, and the opaque black hood makes sleep the most appealing option after waiting - you can't even twiddle your thumbs right now. You did spend a while trying to shake off the hood, but you couldn't manage it. Since your eyes are now useless, your ears have decided to pick up the slack, and you can hear something. You can't tell if it's coming from the cabin, or the path to your car, since the blindfold has also messed with you understanding of where you're stood. "$Allen? $Allen, is that you?" The footsteps get closer, never once belonging to a person that speaks. That rules out $Allen, presumably, since he'd have no reason to be silent. Does that mean this is your admirer? "Who are you?" "What do you want?" Still, they don't answer. Instead, there's something far more disheartening which you pick up. \ <<linkreplace "Click">><<screenflash>>\ <<linkreplace "Click">><<screenflash>>\ <<linkreplace "Click">><<screenflash>>\ The camera's flash is both audible and visible, even through the thick material of the hood. "Look, whatever you want-" The footsteps wander to the other side of the tree, and there's a tug on the chain of the handcuffs, confirming their integrity. Then, the sound of movement circles back to behind you, closer this time, until you can feel a presence inches from your body. It gets even closer until you can feel breath on your neck. Barely audible, and without character, they [[2-6 Forest Allen Wear 7<-whisper]] in your ear.\ <</linkreplace>>\ <</linkreplace>>\ <</linkreplace>>\

<<script>>window.showSubliminalMessage("Good girl");<</script>>\ \ <<timed 1s>>\ Your breathing seems to slow to a complete pause after their single remark, and you listen for anything else - something to clarify what they mean, or to help you deduce who they are. Sadly, there's not a scrap to be gathered, and as quickly as they came, your guest leaves. Again, not that you're ever scared, but tied to a tree, blindfolded and rendered helpless, you can begin to imagine what it might feel like. Stranded against the tree proves boring, but knowing that you were visited by who can only be your admirer, you're inspired. Perhaps next time you get in a situation like this, you'll be able to see. Until then, all you can do is wait. \ <<linkreplace "And wait">>And wait. <<linkreplace "And wait">>And wait. <<linkreplace "And wait">>And wait. [[2-7 Forest Trapped Tree<-...]]<</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> \ <</timed>>

$Henry is waiting on the curb for your arrival. Conveniently, $Allen's with him, though when the two got so close is a mystery. \ <<if $Week2.Car is 0>>"Taint Licker!" You can already hear from before the passenger door even opens. As is becoming custom, $Allen gets in the back. "Evening." "Aren't you excited?" $Henry prods you in the side, his giddiness to a point of causing disgust. "We're finally going to find out who's behind all this. $Allen, have you got everything?" He looks backwards. $Allen nods. "What on earth does he need?" "His balls, $Jam! Now get driving!"\ <<elseif $Week2.Car is 1>>For a moment, $Henry is visibly confused, his brow thoroughly furrowed. Then, he peers closer at you through the driver's side window. "What the fuck." You hear shouted jovially as he makes his way to the passenger side. $Allen seems to take the hint, and gets in the back. "The hell happened to your car?" "I'm getting an upgrade." "//This// is your idea of an upgrade?" "She's in the shop, $Henry. This is my replacement for a while." "If we chopped the top off this thing, you'd look just like Homer Simpson." When you don't reply, he looks to $Allen for affirmation. "Don't you think?" $Allen sort of nods, sort of shrugs. "Ah, you do. $Allen, do you have everything?" "What on earth does he need?" "His balls, $Jam! Now get driving!"\ <<elseif $Week2.Car is 2>>For a moment, $Henry is visibly confused, his brow thoroughly furrowed. Then, he peers closer at you through the driver's side window. "What the fuck." You hear shouted jovially as he makes his way to the passenger side. $Allen trails him. "The hell happened to your car? Did you have a couple of kids when I wasn't looking?" He bursts out laughing when the door gets opened, his glee making driving away a tempting proposition. "She's in the shop." "How are we supposed to fit $Allen in this thing?" $Henry eyes the rear seats, which to him, seem to be blocked by a forcefield. "There should be a lever on the side of the seat." "I don't see one." For a while, you do your best to direct $Henry. Together, you make the task of folding a chair forward look like quantum physics. "It's there." $Allen, distinctly useful right now, takes the lead and manages to oragami the seat. "Good job, $Allen. Now get in." With your clown car packed, you drive off. "$Allen, do you have everything?" "What on earth does he need?" "His balls, $Jam!"<</if>> <<if $Week2.Car is 0>>"You're really this excited over a blowjob from a nymph?" "You know what I realized last week? I really don't get out into nature enough. Sometimes, I just feel so //trapped// in the city." "Just get yourself some houseplants." "Eh, I tired. They always die on me." "You know you have to water them, right?" $Henry rolls his eyes. "Of course I know you have to water them." "And keep them in sunlight?" Your buddy is a little slower to respond this time. "Point being, I'm looking forward to getting back in the woods, and I think you should be too, $Jam."\ <<else>>"So what really happened to your car?" "Some guy, $Kylie's boyfriend, or something, went at it with a golf club." "I suppose that's what you get for sleeping with another man's girl. I find the trick is to give them a fake name." "Something tells me that wouldn't have worked with my future sister in law." "Oh, yeah." "How do you know it was him - her boyfriend?" "Cops caught him." "Ha! Serves the asshole right for hurting your machine." "I thought you'd be happy. Your car's better than this piece of crap." "Sure, but I want you crying in your F-Series when I get something better."<</if>> [[2-6 Forest Boys 2<-...]]

You arrive at the same makeshift parking lot as you did last week. Just as then, there's nobody around. Hopefully losing your admirer this time works a little better. "Blowjob time." $Henry exclaims, leaping out of the car and causing you and $Allen to play catch up. "Something tells me he's going to be disappointed when the day's over." $Allen doesn't reply. [img[Images/Forest Night 1.jpg]] The journey to the cabin is similar to how it was a week ago, unsurprisingly. You do walk a little faster though, since you're now familiar with the trail, as well as knowing there's a cabin 15 minutes away from the car. Plus, you've got to catch up to $Henry, who's managed to get so far ahead that you can't make out the cone of his phone's torch. [[2-6 Forest Boys 3<-...]]

"Well." $Henry murmurs sarcastically when he hears your footsteps come up behind him. "The cabin's still here." "It is? Are the trees still here as well?" Like the car park, and like the path here, nothing seems to have changed from before. Of course, you're very weary of the spotlight that turned on, and guess that the same could happen at any minute. Similarly, a camera could be trained on you, tracking every movement, and ready to take pictures if the light does turn on. It causes an uncomfortable feeling in you, like you were a prisoner suffering from panopticon theory. "Come on, let's check out inside. $Allen, why don't you keep an eye out for anyone that might want to surprise us." "So he can get all the blowjobs?" $Henry ignores you, striding up to the cabin's door and pushing it open before entering. Inside, it's more of the same. A couple of the larger items, like ladders and cages, have been moved around a little, but there's nothing off about any of it. Stepping closer to the table positioned in the center, there's no watch on it today. "Shame. I would've like one myself." $Henry chirps. "Up yours." "I can't see anything strange." "Me neither. Did you get a chance to read the letter $Allen got?" "No." "If it didn't say what they wanted, how are we supposed to know what to do?" $Henry shrugs. "Let's go ask him." [[2-6 Forest Boys 4<-...]]

"$Allen?" "$Allen?" "I'm over here." "Here", in this instance, is crouched down by the trunk of a tree. Stepping closer, your vision still poor thanks to the darkness, and now worsened by $Allen blocking whatever it is that's interesting. Standing to the side of him, you realize just what's captured his attention. "I found something." "Another note?" "Not quite." $Allen holds the handcuffs out for all three of you to see. "What the hell are we supposed to do with them?" "You got them by that tree?" $Henry asks $Allen, pointing to a particularly thin tree. It's still girthy, just not as much as its kin. "Let's take a closer look." As the trio of you (in the center), $Henry and $Allen peer closer, they suddenly both take an arm, split the tree, and encirlce your hands around it. You're immediately winded from being pulled chest first into the unmoving object. Though you struggle with each arm, $Henry's strong enough that he could probably outlift you thanks to your missed gym days. $Allen, while much weaker then either of you, is pulling with all his weight. "Now!" Over the ambient sounds of wind, the disturbed canopy of the tree you were pulled into and your gasps for air, you hear a rattling sound. Just a second after that begins, something cold is wrapped around your wirst, then the other. The duo release their grasp of you, and while that should mean you can tumble backwards, away from the tree, you're instead kept in place, unable to move. You're cuffed to the tree. [[2-6 Forest Boys 5<-...]]

"Now, I know what you're thinking-" "Shut up and unlock them, $Henry!" "-and no, this wasn't my idea." "I'm sorry, Mr $Car. But I //did// get a letter from whoever's been messing with you. They said that if I don't get you here, and cuffed to a tree, they'd release all those pictures they have of me wearing the panties." "Naturally, I told him that getting you stuck like this is more than payback for all the pranks you've done to me." "Let me out, $Henry. $Allen!" It's difficult to look intimidating when you're pinned to a tree like this, doubly so when you can't even make eye contact with your captors. "Oh, but we did leave out the best part." $Henry's practically singing at this point. By comparison, $Allen is delivering a eulogy. "The letter also said you need to be wearing panties." "Looks like we need to get you out of that fancy suit, $Jam." "Ruin this and I'll ruin your life, $Henry." "Go search in the cabin for some scissors," you can hear your "buddy" direct $Allen, who finally seems to be getting one over on you. "I won't destroy your shoes at least." $Henry then grabs your legs, one at a time, and wrestles off your pristine shoes and matching socks. "I'll get you back for this." "Tit for tat, $Jam. But let's be serious: is anything going to top this?" $Allen returns. "Will these work?" "They're a little long, but we can make them work." "Long? $Henry - they're not shears, are they?" "Relax, Taint Licker. Just keep still, and I won't nick you." Despite an overwhelming temptation to struggle in attempt to preserve your suit, it's not like you could hold out for long. Every bit of energy expenditure required for $Henry is tenfold for you, and so you don't bother. Heartbreakingly, you can feel your suit fall off your body, ripped into several crude chunks. Your pants join the top half, which is much scarier this time thanks to the blades being so close to your crotch. <<if $Clothes.Panties gt 0>>"$Allen, I thought you had the panties." "I do." "Then why are-" $Henry bursts out laughing for what feels like the hundredth time today. "Why ar-" he wheezes through the words. "The panties - why?" "Up yours," is the best comeback you can muster. "What do you think, $Allen? Is $Jam's own pair of panties going to be enough?" "Probably best to be sure." Though you can hear the sympathy coming through his words, it doesn't make you any less pissed at $Allen. Together, they wrestle $Megan's white panties off your body, and struggle the pink ones up in their place.\ <<else>>"Now, to get those panties on him." The traitorous two then wrestle your manly underwear off you, replacing them with the pink pair of panties.<</if>> "Did that damn letter at least say why you had to do this? Or how long I need to be here?" "You bet your girly ass it did." "$Allen?" "I'm sorry, $Jam." "You're sorry? What does that mean?" Something black, almost like the sky itself, covers the upper half of your head, not just obscuring, but blocking all vision. "$Allen!" "I'm just doing what I was told to do. I'm sorry." "Hold on-" $Henry insists, and somehow you just know he's taking a picture of you. "Alright. Now we can go." "You assholes. Don't leave me like this!" [[2-6 Forest Boys 6<-...]]

It's impossible to tell just how much time has passed, especially when you've drifted in and out of sleep. Adrenaline wore off after a while, and the opaque black hood makes sleep the most appealing option after waiting - you can't even twiddle your thumbs right now. You did spend a while trying to shake off the hood, but you couldn't manage it. Since your eyes are now useless, your ears have decided to pick up the slack, and you can hear something. You can't tell if it's coming from the cabin, or the path to your car, since the blindfold has also messed with you understanding of where you're stood. "$Henry? $Allen?" The footsteps get closer, never once belonging to a person that speaks. That rules out $Allen, presumably, since he'd have no reason to be silent. $Henry wouldn't be able to help chuckling. Does that mean this is your admirer? "Who are you?" "What do you want?" Still, they don't answer. Instead, there's something far more disheartening which you hear. \ <<linkreplace "Click">><<screenflash>>\ <<linkreplace "Click">><<screenflash>>\ <<linkreplace "Click">><<screenflash>>\ The camera's flash is both audible and visible, even through the thick material of the hood. "Look, whatever you want-" The footsteps wander to the other side of the tree, and there's a tug on the chain of the handcuffs, confirming their integrity. Then, the sound of movement circles back to behind you, closer this time, until you can feel a presence inches from your body. It gets even closer until you can feel breath on your neck. Barely audible, and without character, they [[2-6 Forest Allen Wear 7<-whisper]] in your ear.\ <</linkreplace>>\ <</linkreplace>>\ <</linkreplace>>\

You pull up outside of $Henry's building. \ <<if $Week2.Car is 1>>Thanks to your change in vehicles, however, he doesn't immediately recognize you. Despite that, the rosy character of the rented car gets his attention. And when he leans a little closer, presumably to laugh at the driver, he realizes that you've come to pick him up. $Henry pulls open the rear door and gets in. "What the hell is this thing?" His chuckling might deafen you were his door not still open. "Where's the F-Series?" "In the shop." "So you got this girliest replacement you could?" "My insurance," - can't say didn't cover anything nice. He'd just laugh even more. "They were being asses, so I got what the best I could."\ <<elseif $Week2.Car is 2>>Thanks to your change in vehicles, however, he doesn't immediately recognize you. "Hey buddy," you hear him murmur, leaning over to view at the car's driver. "Oh, it's you. Where the hell's your F-Series?" You nod for him to get in before replying. "It's in the shop." "And you figured you'd try being poor in the meantime? I mean, this car's uglier than a failed plastic surgery." "My insurance company took their time replying, so I got the best I could." It'd give him far too much satisfaction to admit your insurance is terrible. Whilst initially chuckling, $Henry struggles with getting the passenger seat to go forward. It's infurating evidently, because it doesn't take him long to change his tune to expletives of the foulest nature. Eventually, he finds the neccesary lever, and he gets in the rear.<</if>> <<if $Week2.Car>>Of course, $Henry's getting in the back since, tonight, you have a companion. The sound of her heels clicking to the passenger side leaves you intoxicated. Even working in an office, you're left intruiged by the clacking.\ <<else>>$Henry hops in the back of your car. That leaves the night's companion, whose name you've yet to learn, to enter the passenger side. The sound of her heels alone has you yearning to see her properly, even though that noise lives in your head due to general office ambience.<</if>> "Hey, honey," she whispers. And somehow, the many pictures you have of her don't do justice. She's wearing a lot of makeup, naturally. And a lot of jewelry, too. Normally, you'd consider it trashy, but with her, it works. Her attire consists of a dress, which is so small that her panties are only barely out of sight, and a coat which is somehow even shorter, and is more like a scarf, in reality. Despite those two items being on her upper half, her tits seem to stick out specifically to entice you, above. "She's hot, right?" $Henry feels the need to ruin the moment by reminding of his presence. "Definitely." You really haven't flirted in a while, because your throat feels dry. "Don't worry, sweetie. There's no need to be nervous." Her hand closest to you delicately places itself on your thigh, rubbing lightly. You try desperately to stay flaccid, remembering one of the tenets of negotiaton: never let them know just how much you want what they're selling. Naturally, you fail. "Your friend tells me we're going to the woods." She leans a little closer. "I'm guessing this is going to be fun." Her groping continues. "Remember our deal, $Jam." "I don't think I ever agreed to it." "You're not going to say no to Amber here, are you?" "Amber's" other hand busies itself trying to undress you here in the car. "We both know you're not going to last long. Better to not waste your load." You pull out the car without thinking, nearly crashing into another vehicle as you do. //I can always say no later.// [[2-6 Forest Henry 2<-...]]

"You wouldn't believe some of the things she made me do when I told her I wanted to do it in the woods." "Like what?" Amber is still massaging close to your crotch. Your erection isn't flying at full mast yet, instead at a steady half strength. "A full picture of my ID." "A girl's got to stay safe." She whispers. "And all the money up front." "I wouldn't want you holding out on me; I want //all// of you." Hedersby Woods can't come fast enough. As annoying as it is, $Henry's chirping is as least making it easy to keep a semi-clear head. "She blows $Amy out of the water, right?" It's hard to disagree, at least when it comes to looks. //When did I start caring about anything else?// "What about doing it in the forest gets you excited?" Amber asks, doing her best to seem genuinely interested in the personality of her latest John. Evidently, $Henry's woven quite the story, so you might as well play along. It's not like a hooker needs to know the intricacies of how you were gifted panties. "Doesn't it make you feel so naughty?" "I wouldn't know. I'm new to doing it in the woods - but with how steamy we're going to get, I think it's a great idea." [[2-6 Forest Henry 3<-...]]

You arrive at the same improvised parking lot from a week ago. As before, there's not a soul around, besides your bizarre entourage. Once you exit the car, Amber and $Henry follow. With some separation between you and the hooker, your penis finally gets some reprieve. "Let's do it in the cabin." Your friend suggests, agreeably. Doing it in the mud is hardly appealing, though it's doubtful Amber would object to much for 2000$ - not even $Amy and her "love" would allow a little bit of anal. Taking the lead, Amber is desperate to be beside you, leaving $Henry to trail behind. She's got a masterful ability with heels, since she's keeping up with you effortlessly, or at the very least makes it look like that. There's another thing she's got on your ex: willingness to look sexy. So many times would $Amy complain heels were "impossible". The one time you suggested it, she didn't take your offer to pay for lessons well. Still thinking about the prostitute, she's got a lot of faith in you and $Henry not being pyschos. Even one of you against her wouldn't be a fight if you wanted to harvest her organs, or whatever it is pyschos do. Like the classy hooker she is, Amber doesn't make a show of being so desperate for your cock that she can't wait any longer. Eventually, you wind up at the cabin from before. [[2-6 Forest Henry 4<-...]]

[img[Images/Forest Night 1.jpg]] Like the car park, and like the path here, nothing seems to have changed from before. Of course, you're very weary of the spotlight that turned on, and guess that the same could happen at any minute. Similarly, a camera could be trained on you, tracking every movement, and ready to take pictures if the light does turn on. It causes an uncomfortable feeling in you, like you were a prisoner suffering from panopticon theory. [[2-6 Forest Henry 5<-...]]

"Come on, you horn dogs. Let's get inside so you can do what you're clearly aching for." $Henry rushes in front, pushing open the door to the cabin, which is again illuminated by a light that really ought to have been turned off. When you follow, Amber does so as well. Entering the shed, $Henry's searching through a backpack that he must have brought with him, though you're only noticing it now. "Before you get your fun, we've got one small task to do." He holds up the panties, stretching them slightly in an effort to make them seem enticing. "Again, I never agreed to this." "Oh, nonsense. You're getting undressed to have sex anyway, right? Might as well put these on, let your old buddy $Henry take a small shot, and then get right back to it. I know Amber's itching to see you in them, as well." "However you want to do it, honey." She wraps an arm around your shoulder, and you now get a whiff of her very pleasant perfume. $Henry is left scowling. "Come on, $Jam. Either you put them on, or we came here for nothing." When you hesitate, your friend gives a small nod to Amber. In turn, she kneels down on the wood flooring, expertly freeing your crotch from the burden of pants. <<if $TPanties is 1>>"If you're going to wear panties anyway, I might as well take a photo anyway."<</if>> The past 2 weeks have been strange enough that $Henry seeing you in women's underwear only generates a passive remark. Your penis immediately jumps to life at just the anticipation of what's coming, and Amber's hot breath. She strokes you to a full erection in seconds, and the begins blowing you. It's already clear she's better at this than $Megan. $Henry, though you naturally don't pay much attention to him right now, is anxiously waiting against the table where you found the watch a week ago. He's clutching his phone in one hand, eager to take the picture he's so desperate for. "Horny enough yet?" Amber breaks contact with your dick, though her panting ensures you won't go flaccid. "What do you say? Let me take that picture now?" You've still got the willpower to turn down his offer, but you'd be lying if you said it was an easy choice. $Henry having a picture like what he wants is not something you should want. But it's been years - //years// - since you had a blowjob as nice as what Amber was giving. Surely it's a price worth paying? [[2-6 Forest Henry Accept<-Accept]] [[2-6 Forest Henry Decline 1<-Decline]]

<<if $Week2.Amber is 0>>"Alright, fine." $Henry's elation could set off a Geiger counter. "Great. Amber, give him a hand, would you?" Amber does so. Not a handjob, but assisting you in removing your shoes, and then the bunched up fabric of your pants.\ <<else>>"Alright - but for a week." "Sunday to Sunday." He nods in agreement, a smile wide across his face. "Now, make yourself useful." $Henry commads Amber.<</if>> <<if $TPanties is 1>>"I'll tell you what, let's not even bother with these." He returns to the original pink panties to his bag. "We can do it with those ones." Your friend nods to the panties you already have on. "Pantyboy," he murmurs, loud enough that he certainly wanted you to hear it. Amber positions them currently on your waist, and then $Henry takes the picture, though with how he's holding the camera, it could very well be a video.\ <<else>>He hands Amber the original pink panties, and she assists you in putting them. "Great. Now, just one quick picture." There's no audible click, but there's no doubt he got what he wanted as he puts his phone away.<</if>> "You got what you wanted. Now how about you give us some privacy?" Eager to get your end of the deal, you nod to the cabin door. "About that," $Henry scratches the back of his neck. "What? Are you telling me she's not even a hooker?" "No, no." His delight at how annoyed you are is visible on is presently very punchable face. "She'll suck your dick, but only if we use this first." From the same bag which contained the panties, he pulls out a bundle of neatly wrapped rope, still with the plastic tape around it, fresh from the store. [img[Images/Rope.jpg]] "Rope? Wasn't the picture enough for you?" Looking towards Amber, you sigh. "Is he being serious?" "For a woman that beautiful, it's hardly a lot to ask." "Can I just pay you myself?" You ask, still towards Amber. "If you've got 1000$ on you." "A thousand?" $Henry gulps. "You said she cost double that!" "Well, that's really what she's worth." Right now, you don't even have pockets. "What exactly do you want to do with that?" Hesitating, you point towards the rope. $Henry tosses his bag from the table. "Lay down here." "Fuck me." You curse, going along with $Henry's plan. "This is some kind of weird revenge fantasy you've got going on." Amber takes the rope from him, which should make the tying part much more pleasant, at least. Quicker, too, since it's not hard to tell she's a pro with making knots. You're left with your head, back, and thighs resting on the surface of the table, and your knees onwards handing off it. Your wrists are somehow connected to your ankles via the rope, and a tug of one limb results in an equal yank of the other three. It's scary how good of a job Amber did, and $Henry might have been preferable after all. "Now can we got some privacy?" Your sadistic friend shrugs, waltzing out the shed. [[2-6 Forest Henry Accept 2<-...]]

Amber gently unsheathes your cock from the thin veil of panties, and it doesn't take long for your cock to do its best impression of being mid sex. "Someone's eager." Amber kisses the tip of your penis before slobbering on the sides of it, then using her tongue to spread the natural lubricant. "I'll make this worth the trouble." Though you have to crane your neck, the view of this professional cock sucker giving your pole a varnish is worth it. Not only is her mouth wrapping itself around your challengingly long cock gratifying, but because of how she has to lean over, as well as her heels, you can also see her ass rising slightly behind her head. "You're bigger than most men I see." Normally, dirty talk isn't hard for you. Not with a woman as attractive as this, at least. But you're out of practice, worn rusty from years of "I love you's" and "have you seen the scissors?". But Amber is unnaturally beautiful, with a face and body that should be reserved for art. A combination of those factors, and perhaps a helping from the feminine underwear you've got on and the bizarre environment, makes you unable to come with a deserving reply. "You should see it when I'm not wearing panties." //Stop lingering on the panties; she doesn't need reminding of it.// "It'd be bigger?" She chooses her words carefully, not wanting her mouth to depart your cock for long. "Much." It's a lie, of course. If anything, this is the hardest and longest it's been since before you met $Amy. "You don't like them?" "What sort of pansy do you think I am?" "Your friend," she nods towards the cabin door, "he said it was your little kink, on top of doing it in the woods." "$Henry would say anything." She doesn't respond, and you even think she chuckles slightly. After a few more minutes, the blowjob reaches the only appropriate ending, and you blow a load all over her pretty face. "You //really// needed that." Amber laughs, wipes a couple loose streaks of cum off her neck. Any thought that comes to mind comes with a wonderful haze to it. In your state of post orgasmic bliss, you've reached a temporary state of apotheosis, not caring about the picture $Henry has of you, the panties or the bondage you find yourself in. Showing why her price tag is so high, Amber does something comparable to hugging after sex when she cleans the head of your penis up with an eager tongue. Then, she pulls up the panties from nestled beneath your balls, leaving you with a very minimal, but not quite zero, amount of modesty. "Unless you're wanting to go again, how about you untie me?" "Let me ask $Henry." "Ask? Is he your pimp after all?" You hear her heels click towards the door, and overhear snippets of their conversation. [[2-6 Forest Henry Accept 3<-...]]

"Christ, I can smell the cum on your breath from here." $Henry baulks as the cabin door opens. "Gave...asked...free." You pick up, doing your best to decipher the conversation. "Not...ore thing...bag." "...pe?" "Don't...story." They return to the cabin. "In case you whispering about the boys you fancy, I'm getting cold, so let me out." "Sorry, $Jam, that's a no-can-do." "Unless those are scissors behind your back, I'm not appreciating this joke." "//Your admirer// did send me something more, $Jam: a threat. They told me to get you here, like this, or they'd release all those pictures they have of me." Amber stands mutely beside him. "Is she...?" It's unlikely that this prostitute is anything more than that, of course, but it's still worth asking. "No. I've got no idea who's behind this. Amber's just the shiny toy you needed." "So they wanted pictures of me like this, and for me to be tied up?" $Henry shakes his head. "The pictures were for me." "I didn't know you swung that way." "Up yours, taint licker. It's something to make sure you help me if they come knocking in the future. As for the rope stuff," he shrugs. "I don't know what they want with you." "Great." You try in vain to break free of the rope again, having predictably no success. "Look, $Henry: however much you want." "Not interested." "We go way back. And whoever's behind this, we can fuck them over, together." "Keep begging, $Jam; it's making this so much funnier." Your attention pivots to Amber once more. \ <<if $Week2.Amber is 1>>"You - you're mine for the next week, right? Untie me." "Sorry, honey." "You'll get her tomorrow...or later today." He sighs. "But not until I say so, and since you're admirer specified I leave you in here for the night, we'll be taking our leave now."\ <<else>>"You - untie me. I'll make it worth your while." "Sorry, honey." "Not interfering was part of out deal."<</if>> "$Henry..." "But first," from behind his back, he hands some sort of dark fabric to Amber. "I gave it a couple of spritzes of perfume, so at least it'll smell nice." She lifts your head up slightly, then pulls the black hood over your head, leaving your eyesight near useless. You can still make out the light, and extremely vague shapes of $Henry and Amber, but nothing remotely specific. "Another one of your //admirer's// conditions. I don't know who you pissed of for them to want this, but you're making //me// question //my// life choices." 2 pairs of footsteps head back out the door. "Do you want the light leaving on?" "Up yours." "Suit yourself." They exit the cabin, shutting the door behind them. $Henry hiring the prostitute was never something you'd believe to be kind, but how were you supposed to expect this? It's infuriating, not only that your friend would betray you, but that you didn't trust your instinct enough to decline Amber. Still recovering from an earth-shattering orgasm, you don't have the will to shout after them. <<if $Week2.Amber is 1>>//At least I'll get Amber for a week.//<</if>> [[2-6 Forest Henry Accept 4<-...]]

Your attempts to throw the hood of by way of headbanging don't prove effective, and eventually, you decide it's better to keep the hood on anyway. Sleeping seems like the most fun way of passing time right now, and the light, as dim as it may be, wouldn't help with dozing off. Instead, you exert more futile energy into escaping the rope, either by slipping a limb lose from its grip, or by sheer strength. Neither work. What you assume to several hours into your imprisonment, there's a creak at the door. "$Henry?" There's no response. Footsteps begin from the doorway and leisurely take their time in approaching you. "Amber?" You don't expect it to be her. Never mind what $Henry said, but she was always wearing heels, and this person doesn't seem to be. As with your initial captors, you can make out a very vague silhouette, but nothing that would help you win a game of Guess Who? "Who are you?" "What do you want?" Still, they don't answer. Instead, there's something far more disheartening which you hear. \ <<linkreplace "Click">><<screenflash>>\ <<linkreplace "Click">><<screenflash>>\ <<linkreplace "Click">><<screenflash>>\ The camera's flash is both audible and visible, even through the thick material of the hood. "Look, whatever you want-" Their silhouette drops, and you feel the network of ropes be tested. "Why are you doing this?" Their shadow reappears, this time closer to your head. They lean over, right beside you, until their presence warms your nearly naked form. Barely audible, and without character, they [[2-6 Forest Henry Accept 5<-whisper]] in your ear.\ <</linkreplace>>\ <</linkreplace>>\ <</linkreplace>>\

<<script>>window.showSubliminalMessage("Good girl");<</script>>\ \ <<timed 1s>>\ Your breathing seems to slow to a complete pause after their single remark, and you listen for anything else - something to clarify what they mean, or to help you deduce who they are. Sadly, there's not a scrap to be gathered, and as quickly as they came, your guest leaves. Not that you're ever scared, but tied to a table, blindfolded and rendered helpless, you can begin to imagine what it might feel like. Being forced to stay still proves boring, but knowing that you were visited by who can only be your admirer, you're inspired. Perhaps next time you get in a situation like this, you'll be able to see. Until then, all you can do is wait. \ <<linkreplace "And wait">>And wait. <<linkreplace "And wait">>And wait. <<linkreplace "And wait">>And wait. [[2-7 Forest Trapped Table 1<-...]]<</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</timed>>

"Stop being a pussy, $Jam. We both know you want to fuck Amber's brains out, so just let me take a picture, and you can get to doing your best re-enactment of losing your virginity." "Not happening." Though you should be proud of yourself for sticking to your guns, it's hard to not hate yourself for saying no to Amber. "Did I mention all the things she was willing to do? Tell him." $Henry nudges the hooker. "Whatever you want, honey." "As much as I'd like to turn your work back into a passion, I'm not letting $Henry take that kind of picture." "Fine." Your friend sulks. "What if Amber here becomes your sex slave for the next week?" Now there's an offer worth sacrificing your values for. The hottest woman you've seen as your obedient servant, eager to suck, lick, swallow and blow - for a week? You look towards Amber, who's clearly amiable to the deal. "And I don't have to pay a thing?" "All taken care of." $Henry waves his hand like it wouldn't cost him a moderate fortune, though you can only speculate how much exactly. His sweetening of the pot just might be too much to decline, but it is crossing the line from believably kind to suspiciously benevolent. [[2-6 Forest Henry Accept<-Accept][$Week2.Amber to 1]] [[2-6 Forest Henry Decline 2<-Decline]]

"Not gonna happen." You step towards the door, as if $Henry needed further proof that you couldn't be bought off. "Are we looking at the same woman here? $Jam, you're never going to get a chance like this again. I thought you'd know a good deal when you see one." Exiting the cabin, he has to dash to keep up. Amber, assumedly, is following as well. "I mean, after I stuck my neck out for you a week ago, I thought it's the least a friend would be willing to do." "7 days isn't enough for this guy. Do you have any idea how much that was going to cost me?" "An arm and a leg, I bet." "Not just one of each; all of them. Fuck me, did $Amy take your balls in the divorce, too?" "We were never married, $Henry." "If you were this scared of having sex with her no wonder she left." His button pressing, while getting increasingly more transparent and irritating, isn't working, primarily because you can tell how desperate he's getting. "What if I got two of them - another girl just as sexy as Amber?" "Maybe for a dozen of them, but not two." You taunt, revelling in his frantic attempts at making a deal. By the time you're back to your car, $Henry is all but offering you a lung. "Please, $Jam. This //admirer// is trying to fuck with me now, and I have to give them what they want." "A picture of me in the panties?" "What, you think I wanted it framed for the mantel?" He looks ready to punch something. Preferably a tree, since your car is off limits. You shake your head, and get in the driver's seat. The duo of accomplices return to the same seats as before, with $Henry's energy notably absent. [[2-6 Forest Henry Decline 3<-Leave]]

The car ride back to $Henry's apartment doesn't feature Amber massaging your thigh, which is probably a good thing, since it would only tempt you to walk back your decision. $Henry, too, is silent, and it makes for a very awkward trip overall. When you do park outside his building, he doesn't even murmur a "see you around". The two disappear inside the complex; maybe he'll pay her extra for cheering him up in the form of a blowjob. Having successfully evaded your admirer's attempt of photographing you once more, you take a peaceful ride home. [[EOC<-...]]

[img[Images/Office.jpg]] At some point early in the day, you hear a loud crash against the glass wall partioning your office from the rest of the floor. Looking up, you notice $Megan stood up in a hurry, and her chair crashed into the glass as a result. But what's gotten her so invigorated? She's hugging someone, but that doesn't narrow it down much when your secretary's involved. It's a man, though he doesn't look familiar. He'd fit in around here, though, based on the fancy hair cut and nice suit. A friend from a different floor, perhaps? When they break apart, you get a closer look at him. It's $Allen. Fascinated by this change - even his glass seem to be new - you exit your office and lean against the doorframe. "Where did you get this from?" $Megan prods, pinching the material of his blazer. It's not only nicer than what he'd normally wear, but it's far better fitting, too, and not in the way that items off the rack are, so he's been to a tailor. Similarly, his shoes catch your eye since thanks to their renewed shine. "Oh, this? Some fancy store in the mall." "It must have cost a fortune." "Well," he shrugs casually. "It was certainly worth it." "And your hair - what did you do to it? Wait, there's something else. Your glasses...no, they're the same. Oh, your teeth! You had them whitened?" "I did." "They look amazing." "Thank you, $Megan. I hope you didn't work over time covering for me." "A little." $Allen eyes her kindly. "I told you it wasn't necessary." "Nonsense." She lightly slaps him on the arm. "That's what friends are for." "*ahem*." "Oh, Mr $Car." $Megan turns rapidly - so fast her hair nearly whips into the newly remodelled man. "Doesn't $Allen look great?" "Fantastic." "I should say hello to Miss $Dessel - and get back to work." He soldiers past $Megan's hands, giving you a quick glance as her does. "Mr $Car." A similar, though more formal scene plays out across the floor, with Miss $Dessel complimenting the "new man". "Some kind of illness, huh?" $Megan chuckles. "He looks great." "Mmhm." Of course, he was far from ill, apart from his chronic lack of masculinity. Is it possible your Admirer's threats actually did something good to him? And how's this "improved" version of himself going to feel about you? [[Week 3 Office<-...]]

<<set $Week1.AskPanties to 1>>\ “Do you sell these?” You ask, politely enough, to a clerk behind one of the checkouts. Placing the pink panties you received down on the counter, you let her inspect them. “If you’re wanting to return them, you’d have to have the receipt.” “Didn’t you hear me?” You snap. “I don’t want to return them; I want to know if you sell them.” The woman takes a little longer to consider the labels on the inside, as well as the general pattern, though even you know that the style isn’t so unique as to result in an immediate “no”. “Our products have tags on the inside with the company logo on.” She shrugs. “So no, then.” You sigh. “I don’t suppose you know any company which sells them, do you?” “Actually, most brands have their logo on a tag inside the item, so they can’t be from a big name. It certainly doesn’t look like a tag was cut off.” “They’re not handmade, are they?” You ask, the thought suddenly occurring to you. “I don’t think so; the stitching is too well done.” You want to pound a fist down on the surface, but think better of it. The woman, for what it’s worth, looks like she wants to help, but not knowing the details of why you’re curious or how you acquired them, doesn’t know where to begin in order to help. “Is there anything else I can help you with today?” You snatch the panties back, tutting under your breath about how useless some people can be. [[Lingerie store<-Return]]

<<set $DesselD.Week1Ask to 2>>\ As adroit as you are at recognizing women’s clothes purely from appearance, as well as your slightly less impressive skill at identifying perfume brands, you have a weak spot in your arsenal: flowers. Why some cost 15$, and some cost 35$, all for a slightly blue-r shade of blue is a mystery to you, and probably to most people, as well. Thankfully, you’re not here to buy something for yourself, but for the bitch across the office floor. //Of course she likes flowers - don’t all women?// Still, you’re resolute in the belief that a happy superior will always make life better, and so buy the most agreeable set of green and pink leaves. [[General store<-Return]]

<<set $Week2.Mouthwash to 2>>\ Catching your attention in the otherwise disinteresting aisle of toiletries, there's the section dedicated to oral care. Toothpaste, brushes, floss, and, notably, mouthwash. //All the mouthwash in the world couldn't get the smell of cum out of her mouth.// You pick up the bottle, giggling to yourself. If this can't make a joke out of that unfortunate email, then nothing can. [[General store<-Return]]

<<return>> __Version 0.1.4__ -Week 2 Event (Returning home after being tied up in the forest. Can be done with Megan, Kylie, Amy, Henry or Miss Dessel -Week 3 Event (Henry and Allen's pictures being exposed -Week 3 Event (Discovering you keys) __Version 0.1.3__ -Week 2 Event (Given instruction on the watch, can do it with Megan, Allen, Miss Dessel, or alone) -Week 2 Event (Email from Henry) -Week 2 Event (Conversation with Miss Dessel about the email) -Week 2 Event (Visited by escorts) -Week 2 Event (Confrontation with Allen if you bullied him) -Week 2 after work dialogue options Allen: Thanking him for helping Miss Dessel: Apologizing, giving her the mouthwash -Word count: 129k __Version 0.1.2__ -Week 2 Event with $Allen and $Henry (inviting you to the forest) -Week 2 Event (car replacement) -Week 2 Event with $Allen and $Henry (Forest and handcuffs) -Week 2 Event with $Megan and $Dessel (blaming you for a lack of work) -Week 2 Event with $Henry (inviting you to the forest) -Week 2 Event with $Henry (going to the forest) -Work count: 115k __Version 0.1.1__ -Week 2 Event with Miss $Dessel (investigating the forest cabin) -Week 2 Event with $Kylie (her and her boyfriend coming to reception) -Week 2 Event with $Megan if she stripped in the cabin (she takes a picture of you in the panties) -Week 2 Events with $Allen if you nicely convinced him to wear the panties (him asking you to talk to Miss $Dessel, asking you to come to the forest) -Week 2 Event with $Allen in the forest (handcuffed to a tree) -Week 2 conversations after work (asking $Megan about $Laura, mentioning $Allen's absence -Framework for week 2 work events (driving, reception, office, day end) -Option to skip ahead to Week 2 -Word count: 103k __Version 0.1.0__ Events up to day 8, including day 6 forest events and interactions the 4 main characters on day 8.

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<<widget "Day1EndTalk">>\ <<set $H to 17, $M to 0>>\ The blowjob somewhat repairs your ability to concentrate, though dreams of tossing your new boss out the window continue to tempt you. Just how far down the list of potential candidates were you? If you were their second choice, getting Miss $Dessel out the way would prove beneficial indeed, on top of cathartic. When the small hand finally strikes 5, you’re relieved to be able to head home again. Frankly, after the poor past month, you need a vacation, not just a nap. [img[Images/Office floor.jpg]] Looking around the office, there are only a couple of faces that haven’t already headed for the elevator. $Megan prefers to be the last to go, wanting the chance to give the cleaners an offer for coffee. Only once would they say yes, you’d assume, before learning their lesson. Then there’s Miss $Dessel, who you can see packing up in //her// office. “She’s settled in nicely, don’t you think?” “It’s her first day. What has she really done?” “Tony already asked her to come to his son’s bar mitzvah, and she’s memorized all 6 of Marie’s kids’ names.” “Well if I ever need help in a trivia quiz, I know who to ask.” You snide, not removing your eyes from the woman. Not to be forgotten, though his stature and voice would lead towards that conclusion, there’s $Allen outside Miss $Dessel ‘s office. //$Allen//. A guy. A secretary. A guy secretary, as if such a thing should exist. His diminutive frame certainly makes him seem more feminine, but he’s lacking the best parts of a woman. Thankfully, he also doesn’t bother trying to socialize with you, or many other people in the office, for that matter, at least outside of $Megan. [[Day 1 Actual<-Approach][$VarEvent to 12]] Miss $Dessel [[Day 1 Actual<-Talk to][$VarEvent to 13]] $Megan [[Day 1 Actual<-Talk to][$VarEvent to 14]] $Allen [[Day 1 Actual<-Leave][$VarEvent to 15]] <</widget>> <<widget "Day1EndTalkDessel">>\ <<Minutes>>\ Striding over to the opposite corner of the room, where the former office of Matt is located, your would-be friend, and the current office of Miss $Dessel, you’re eager to know more about the woman. Part of you would love to hear that she has something great up her sleeve that won her the job - a miraculous deal she made in her old job, or something like that. More likely, she met someone high up in Aralani Inc, and sucked her way into the role. The door is open and she’s stood up, leaning over her desk chair to type on the keyboard. “Mr $Car, what can I do for you?” She politely asks, a friendly tone on her that you hadn’t noticed earlier. “Just wanted to see how you settled in.” “As well as one could, I think.” She laughs. “Everyone here has been so nice. I get the impression my predecessor, what was his name - Mr Johnson(?), ran a tight ship.” “Incredibly tight.” <hr> \ “Okay, okay. $Megan, $Kelly and Marie .” “Hmm. I’d fuck $Megan, God knows I couldn’t stand listening to her daily. Marry $Kelly, and kill Marie.” “Really?” “You’d marry $Megan?” “Fuck no. I’d kill her, shag $Kelly, and marry Marie .” “Marie ? You have tried the stuff she bakes, right?” “Hmm, yeah. I’d repressed those memories. Pass me another beer would you?” Crumpling up your empty can, you toss it in the corner trash can. “Alright, same girls, but hand, head or ass?” <hr> \ “He really brought everyone together.” “With compliments like those, I’m not sure how I’m supposed to compare.” “You don’t have experience being a team leader?” “I do.” She replies. “I actually think I’m pretty good at it, but I suppose my opinion on it is irrelevant, isn’t it? If I can get everyone here to agree, that’s when I know I’m doing something right. Would you mind?” She looks past you, eyeing her coat hanging off a standing rack. “Certainly.” //Who the hell does she think she is?// You hand it to her without a spoken complaint. “$Megan is still here?” She asks, seeing your secretary still typing away. “She likes chatting to the cleaners, if you can believe it.” “Cleaners? Of course!” Miss $Dessel exclaims. “I’ll have to introduce myself to them, too.” “I don’t think that’s necessary.” “Neither is a breath mint, but they sure are nice.” She sits back down again, content to meet the cleaners, as though they held the key to immortality, and not to the storage cupboards. Rolling your eyes, you exit the office, offering a curt goodbye. [[Day 1 Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 15]]\ <</widget>> <<widget "Day1EndTalkMegan">>\ <<Minutes>>\ “Miss $Dessel, what do you know about her?” “About as much as you.” $Megan shrugs. “I think I’m most surprised that she’s a “miss”, though. Isn’t she stunning?” “She’s a looker alright.” Despite your inherent, and justified, hesitance to the woman, you can’t deny her beauty. “Not married or engaged?” “I didn’t see any kind of ring on her finger. Granted, she may be one of those who go ringless, but I wouldn’t bet on it.” “And you didn’t get into any womanly chatting on the first day about relationships and the like?” “Not her personal life, but she was so curious to know what I do for fun, about $Laura, and when I started working here.” “And she didn’t want to talk to me?” You ask, already knowing the answer, but more wanting $Megan to confirm it so that you have all the more reason to hate your new boss. “She was running all over the place. Maybe she’ll carve out an hour for you tomorrow.” “I can’t wait.” Lacking any more patience, you wander off to the elevator before Miss $Dessel decides to have that tiresome conversation with you when you’re not getting paid. [[Day 1 Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 15]] <</widget>> <<widget "Day1EndTalkAllen">>\ <<Minutes>>\ Matt was just as (un)fond of $Allen as you are, maybe even more. Your former boss shared the view that only people in tight pencil skirts and heels are suitable to secretaries. In fact, on more than one occasion, you and Matt joked about how easy it would be to convince $Allen that he should dress up like that in order to be taken more seriously. On top of the comedic value he serves, you’re also thankful for his overtly submissive and placating behavior. He doesn’t attempt to compete with you and the other guys in the ever ongoing battle of having the best car. Instead, he cycles. He doesn’t flirt with or ogle at the eye candy in the office. Instead, he //talks// to them. And rather than have aspirations of ascending to the top of the corporate ladder, he’s content as a male secretary - a rung slightly higher than $Kelly on the ground floor. “$Allen, what do you make of the newbie?” “Miss $Dessel? She’s fantastic, don’t you think?” He exclaims, clearly surprised at you making conversation with him. “From just a couple of conversations, I’d say she’s more than equipped to step into Mr Johnson’s shoes.” “Maybe work-wise, but I don’t know how willing to make sports bets //she// is.” You nod towards your new boss, who’s making some finishing touches to some sort of email or report. Upon seeing the two of you looking at her, she smiles widely, giving you a polite nod. “I didn’t get to talk to her much about football, no. But you never know - she might support your favorites.” “You can’t name a single sports team, can you?” “...the minotaurs?” You shake your head in disappointment. “Did you learn anything actually interesting about her?” “Not really, we mainly talked about work, and I introduced her to the rest of the team. The whole floor seems to like her.” You grunt, inspecting the stick of a man who’s nearly swallowed by his blazer. “Yeah, but they liked Matt, too.” “Well, mostly.” He retorts. “I think a couple of people were put off by how stand offish he could be.” “Well let’s all hail to the new boss, Queen $Dessel, and her people pleasing ways.” You snide, giving her another leer through the glass window. The thin wick of your patience depleted, you stomp over to the elevator. [[Day 1 Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 15]] <</widget>> <<widget "Day1EndEnd">>\ <<Minutes>>\ Stepping off the elevator, you’re pleased that it’s a solo ride for the entire duration, though that doesn’t improve your mood enough to turn your frown upside-down. “Goodnight, Mr $Car.” Nor does $Kelly ‘s formulaic and uninspired greetings and goodbyes succeed in doing that. “Goodnight, $Kelly.” //Tomorrow will be better. How could it be worse?// You reflexively cringe at the thought, and then the fact that you //could// have the thought. Optimism is for losers; the winners have no need for hope. [[Home<-Return home][$VarEvent to 0]] <</widget>>

<<widget "Day1a">>\ <<set $Day to 1, $Day3 to 1>>\ <<set $H to 8, $M to 30>>\ //Fuck me, what a bitch of a month. First my //ex// fiance, $Amy, walks in on me with her sister. What can I say? Sometimes I’m an ass man, sometimes I’m a tits man. And her sister has both in droves, and she doesn’t nag me about leaving my shoes in the hallway. Amy had “personality”, not in addition to a great pair of tits, but in place of. I could never please $Amy, anyway. I’m better of without her. I shit you not, last year I got her a gorgeous necklace for our anniversary. She fell in love with it immediately. Of course she did! She’s just like any other bitch. Buy her something shiny, and she’ll love you for life. Well, turns out I was a month early with the gift, and she just thought I was being nice (they can be so stupid sometimes). And then she had a go at me for forgetting our anniversary. Pleasing a woman is like finding Bigfoot, I swear. Oh, and then a few months after that she moaned about me and my buddy $Henry going to a strip club.// <hr> \ “Why wouldn’t you tell me about this?” “I am now!” “AFTER THE FACT! You didn’t get a lap dance, did you?” “Of course I didn’t, babe. You know me better than that!” <hr> \ //I still can’t believe she actually bought it. What’s that thing they say about being pretty and being smart being mutually exclusive? That broad was neither. Somehow she tricked me into thinking we had this “connection” and were “in love”. I’ve never once felt love for anything with less than a D-cup, let me tell you. Of course, guys can be both good looking and intellectual. Look at me!// You flex your muscles in the mirror, a familiar interruption in your morning routine. //I’m like if Brad Bitt shagged Einstein. Oh, and then $Amy’s sister, $Kylie, comes banging on my door, swearing she’s pregnant. Dumb bitch, she actually thinks she can get pregnant from a load being spewed on her tits. Not even my swimmers are that good. And then to top it off, I get an email from Matt, my boss, telling me he’s got a new job.// “It’s so exciting; I’m finally gonna be in charge of a company!” //Selfish prick. To think I actually liked him. I should be the one getting his old job, but I’ve not got a single email from upper management yet. Who else are they eyeing for the position? I’ve got the most seniority of all the guys here, and I’ve spread enough rumors about the chicks that they’re not going to be getting a single promotion here, or anywhere else, for that matter. Matt should only have accepted that job if he could make sure I get his old one. Bros helping out bros.// Another alarm blares from your house’s system. “The time is 8:30,” it remarks in its robotic, yet weirdly attractive voice. “Time go to work, big sexy.” “Yeah, yeah. Dismiss alarm.” Dashing over with increased impatience, you select a suit from your extensive closet. Ordinarily, you’d select one of the 500$ or so ones, but any day now you’ll either be meeting your new boss, or be selected for that position yourself. With that in mind, you make sure that one of the freshly dry cleaned, several thousand dollar ones, is looking prim and proper on your gorgeous body. [[Day 1 Actual<-Head to work][$VarEvent += 1]]\ <</widget>> <<widget "Day1b">>\ Clicking your mostly new Lessad sedan unlocked, you dump in your briefcase, worrying over whether you’ll have time to get a cup of coffee on the way to work. Of course, until someone else at work gets a new car, you’ve got the newest, and you can brag about it comfortably for at least another couple of months yet. Annoyingly, it’s $Henry who is most likely to upgrade next, though you’re still unsure what model he’ll get. Originally, he was the one wanting a Lessad F-Series, but by //sheer coincidence//, that’s the same model you ended up getting. Now, out of respect for the bro code, he’ll get whatever is second on his list. 2 cars of the same model make it a lot harder to pick up chicks, your infallible logic promises. Putting recently polished rubber sole against pedal, you speed out of the reserved parking spot in your apartment block, riding off onto the main street. “New message received.” Your house’s system comments in the convenience of your sedan. “Who from?” “Hot stuff.” //$Janet, my maid.// “Dismiss.” You grunt. “I’ve got more important things to worry about right now.” You pull up to a particularly nasty hold up in traffic, cursing the ugly hatchback in front of you. //Baby on board// you read from a loathsome sign in their rear window. “$Bethany.” “Yes, sexy?” “Check the local traffic report. Is there a reason for it to be so bad today?” She goes silent briefly, returning an answer as you tap on the steering wheel with mounting frustration. “It seems there was an accident last night on Ryder Street. A woman crashed into a tree, and was rushed to hospital. Police have sectioned of the street whilst they try to learn if it was a result of an attempted hijacking.” “Women drivers,” you murmur, honking the horn and waving your arms in a display of anger that’s destined to boil over soon. The line of traffic finally gets moving again, and your rage subsides slowly, though more than ready to pop up again if provoked, just like your sexual appetite. “Any messages from $Amy yet?” “Still no messages from $Amy2 . Would you like to dictate a message?” You shake your head, not caring that the car can’t pick up on such subtleties. “You could have made that!” The car in front of you brakes far too early, as if you needed another reason to dislike the person driving. “Yellow means go, too, idiot.” You shake your head, speaking quieter than your initial outburst, though that doesn’t stopped you from slamming a fist into the horn again. “Looks like I’ll have to settle for one of $Megan ‘s coffees.” //Shit.// [[Day 1 Actual<-Enter the building][$VarEvent += 1]]\ <</widget>> <<widget "Day1c">>\ <<set $H to 9, $M to 0>>\ <<Minutes>>\ “Good morning, Mr $Car.” The receptionist to Aralani Inc greets you. “Morning, $Kelly.” You acerbically reply. The woman’s ability to understand when you care to have a conversation, and when you just want to get through the entrance with little more than a meaningless few words, is your favourite thing about her, even edging out her great pair of tits. That fondness makes you all the sadder that you might no longer be working here soon enough. If the company doesn’t value you enough to promote you, then why be loyal to them? Stepping inside the elevator, you aggressively tap a button to select your floor. You can hardly remember what level your office is actually on. At this point, you’re just used to pressing the button the furthest left and three rows from the top. Waiting to travel up the dozens of floors, you pray nobody else is getting on. Not only would that mean having to interact with someone, but in order to allow them onto the elevator in the first place, you’d have to wait at least 5 seconds for the doors to open, and then the same for them to close. Not to mention the possibility of someone asking you to hold the elevator. Don’t people realize you have things to do during the day? In the first positive aspect to the day, the ride ends without interruption. Exiting with an increased temperament, you don’t even bother to look at your bull pen. Just a few years ago, you’d kill to have your own office and have others working beneath you, following your instructions with little more than sarcastic obedience. Now, it’s just a Monday - a particularly crappy one at that. Before entering your office, though, you have to get past $Megan, and no matter how much your beg, she never fails to notice you. “Hello, sir.” She squeals in that ear-scratchingly high pitched voice of hers. Far too optimistic for your liking, also. “Morning, $Megan.” [[Day 1 Actual<-Continue][$VarEvent += 1]]\ <</widget>> <<widget "Day1d">>\ <<Minutes>>\ “Did you have any problems in traffic earlier? There was this awful crash on Ryder street last night. You do come from that way, right? Apparently a poor woman was getting carjacked. I hope she’s alright.” Megan cries, yet never dropping her overly-happy tone. “Terrible.” You murmur, still functioning on auto pilot. “Just horrendous. That’s one of the reason I prefer getting a taxi. Well, that and how I did on my driver’s lesson. This one ti…” //$Kelly needs to teach $Megan her ways.// “Yeah, totally. Hold my calls for the next hour. I’ve got some important work to catch up on.” “Certainly, sir. Is there anything you’d need help with?” “Just bring me a coffee at 10. Three sugars.” //That should negate the terrible way you prepare it.// [img[Images/Office.jpg]] You ensure the door shuts closed behind you, and turn the blinds closed to block out the rest of the light seeping in, both from the main floor, and the outside world. You always detested how the cleaners opened the blinds once you left work on Fridays, as if they knew what was better for your office than you did. Collapsing in your office chair, you don’t power on your computer, flick through the many cabinets lining the walls, or even do something as uninteresting as sharpen a pencil. Instead, your head plummets into your crossed arms, and you return to sweet sleep. [[Day 1 Actual<-Zzzzz][$VarEvent += 1]]\ <</widget>> <<widget "Day1e">>\ “$Amy might have took your father’s brains, but you clearly received your mother’s stunning beauty.” “$Jam, stop!” $Kylie squeals, taking another sip out of her wine glass. “You’ve been such a flirt ever since I first met you.” “And a good one, too, right?” She blushes, pulling down the hem of her tiny dress which would be considered scandalous even amongst nudists. “You’re going to be my brother in law in less than 2 months.” “Well, I certainly wouldn’t want to break my wedding vows.” You stroke her fine hair out of her eyes, admiring the beauty present behind it. Even her pupils seem to have gotten all the family genes, compared to $Amy ‘s dull peepers. “I guess we’ll just have to do this now.” You lean in, and introduce your lips to hers. Though initially reticent, she soon gives you as much tongue as she’s getting, and her wine glass drops out of her hand, spilling to the floor. “Mhm” “so sexy” “slut” you murmur in between frantic kisses. $Kylie, for all her beauty, can’t multitask for the life of her, and so only grunts, though such noises are still sexy coming from her. “You do have a condom, right?” “Of course I do.” You reply, getting right back to the kiss. Back before $Amy converted your bachelor pad into an idyllic couple’s apartment, complete with candles, bubble bath, vases, family photos and a couple of stupid teddy bears, you had a condom stashed every 4 feet, hidden strategically beneath couch cushions, inside lamp shades and, as you were particularly proud of, inside an otherwise empty urn. //Always prepared for the worst, or the best.// Now, you have to make do with a single rubber in your wallet, hidden beneath your many membership and bank cards. Searching in your pant pocket, brushing your well erect member as you do, you retrieve the wallet, and hurry to find the foil wrapper. All the while, $Kylie is hitching up her dress, as if that was necessary. “Damnit.” “What is it?” “I guess I don’t have one.” “I can just give you head.” “I’ll pull out.” She looks at you with a mixture of suspicion and disappointment. //“I will.”// “Whatever, let’s just do this quick.” “I’m not sure I’m built to do this quickly.” You boast, unbuckling your belt and pulling down you fly. “Just ask $Amy how many rounds I’ve gotten in the past.” “Not gonna do that.” She replies, pulling aside the thin suggestion of underwear she has on for you to enter her. Disappointingly, she doesn’t even act surprised at the size of your monster - at either seeing it or feeling it enter. You take that as a challenge to rail her even harder. The sex, however long it lasts, is much better than any of the raunchy experiences you’ve had with her sister. Her pussy seems tighter, though it definitely shouldn’t be, given what you know of their sexual past. It’s wet, too, and not like the soggy fleshlight which $Amy ‘s pussy resembled whenever you had to nag for sex. //Bleep.// I don’t remember there being an email notification when we did it. [[Day 1 Actual<-Check the email][$Var to 1, $VarEvent += 1]] [[Day 1 Actual<-Continue dreaming][$Var to 2, $VarEvent += 1]]\ <</widget>> <<widget "Day1fAwake">>\ <<set $Var to 1>>\ <<set $M to 30>>\ You shake your heavy head, simultaneously confused, turned on, and uncomfortable at remembering the act which finally spelled the end of you and $Amy. Though the notification came from your phone, you opt to turn your PC on, which flickers to life with a stressed moan that screams of outdated technology. <hr> \ Password: <<type 190ms>> **************<</type>> <<timed 4s>>Password accepted <hr> \ Clicking on the installed software, you’re annoyed to see the email must have been from $Megan, as though it couldn’t wait for another half hour. <hr> \ Hi sir, I just wanted to inform you that I have received an email from upper management. Apparently, someone will be dropping by at 10am to speak to you. With that in mind, would you like me to make that coffee for you now? I’m sure those “small brain/big names”, as you like to say, would be easier to handle with some caffeine. Kind regards, $Megan <hr> \ //Nothing would make me feel better than your shitty coffee.// You sigh. //Why would they email her about this, and not me? Afterall, it is me that they want to see.// //Wait a minute - upper management? This must be about the new job vacancy. They mustn’t have emailed me because they want to surprise me!// You breathe easier. For a good few days, you thought somebody else had stole the position you worked incredibly hard to make the company think you deserved. All your worries are allayed, and so you now ensure the office is in the impeccable condition they’d expect it to be in. That means opening the blinds, which you squint against, seeing the glaring sun, though it doesn’t help shake off your lingering nap thoughts. After that, you anxiously await whoever will be strolling down to your office to award you your new title, office and position. //Hopefully with a new secretary, too.// [[Day 1 Actual<-Wait for your inevitable promotion][$VarEvent += 1]]<</timed>>\ <</widget>> <<widget "Day1fSleep">>\ <<set $Var to 2>>\ <<set $M to 30>>\ For all your boasting, you don’t recall the sex actually lasting that long. $Kylie was definitely moaning (very loudly), but she likely didn’t cum before you said you were about to. At hearing that, she helped push you off, as though you might not remember your promise to not pull out. “Are you going to kneel down or what?” You impatiently ask. She’s still sat on the couch, like her role in this were over. “Well I’m not letting you cum on my face! I’ll have to see my sister in a few minutes.” “I can get you a towel, now hurry up.” “So I can rub off my makeup?” “No, for the cum.” “I can’t remove the cum without moving my makeup too.” “Whatever. You’ve got a mouth, so how about you stop talking and just give me that head you were talking about.” “I’m not letting you cum in my mouth, either.” “I’ll give you a mint, for Christ’s sake.” “It’s not that. You do know you can pregnant from swallowing cum, don’t you?” “No you can’t.” You sigh, feeling your erection fading by the second. “Can too, I read a story about it happening to this girl at a party.” “So not your pussy, face or mouth. Where can I cum?” She shrugs her shoulders, then briefly looks down. Her mind is made up as she tugs down the pair of thin straps holding up her dress, exposing a pair of luscious tits. They’re just as perky as you imagined them to be. “I’ll guess it’ll do.” You give a theatrical sigh, like this wasn’t the 5th best spot to cum on or in a girl. Even a slut like $Kylie wouldn’t let you cum in her ass without a little extra romance on the line, and certainly not when her sister might return at any moment. Thankfully, your erection returns to full strength almost immediately after $Kylie begins tugging it, which she’s also adept at, it doesn’t take long for you to realize. Soon enough, you’re busting a load on her gorgeous exposed rack, decorating them with your love juice. “Well, Dad forgot where he parked his car. Turns out it wa…” You and $Kylie turn in unison to see $Amy in the doorway. In that moment, the three of you had a sudden understanding. The wedding between $Amy and you was off. Not even a businessman of your calibre could talk your way out of this, though you'd still have to try. The sisters, who never had a great relationship anyway, would avoid each other at every family gathering, and that’s if $Kylie was still invited, though there was always a possibility $Amy might not admit this to her family. There should, in theory, be no more to the story of you and $Kylie. Unfortunately, her rudimentary knowledge of biology has made that be little more than a wish. [[Day 1 Actual<-...][$VarEvent += 1]]\ <</widget>> <<widget "Day1gAwake">>\ <<set $M to 0, $H to 10>>\ You’re so attuned to the moment that you recognize the moment the elevator stops on your floor purely based on distant sounds and rumblings. Sadly, you’re also so excited that your palms are actually sweating - that’s not a good look for anyone who will be shaking it soon. Frantically, you wipe the perspiration against your pants. Out of the office to floor windows, you spot a pair of big wigs who must be the ones awarding you with the job. $Megan stands for them, a wide smile across her face, before knocking on your door. You don’t even give her the chance to open it, and greet the duo inside, shooing $Megan away. One of them is a well dressed man who you can’t quite recall the name of, though you have met him several times. Annoyingly, you can almost smell that his suit costs more than your own. The other is a sexy woman who you also can’t remember the name of. Though, for purposes of the sexual fantasies you’ve had about her, she has adopted the apt nickname //Melons Galore//. “Mr $Car,“ the man begins, taking a moment to admire the clean state of your office. “As you’re aware, Mr Johnson’s departure has left us with the task of filling his position. Quickly.” //Oh boy, here it comes!// “It’s not been easy to find someone with the necessary qualifications and experience, but as I’m sure you’re aware, it’s important to find the right person for the role. We’d like to apologize to you and your team for the delay.” “No apology is necessary; we’ll wait as long as required. What’s important is you find someone that can excel in the position. Perhaps even someone who’s shown tremendous loyalty to the company in the past.” “Well, that’s why we’re here. After much consideration, we believe we’ve selected the best candidate from the field.” You’re almost shaking with excitement like a giddy school girl. “And as the highest seniority person in this department…” //Give it to me, baby!// “...we’d like to introduce you to them.” //Huh?// “Miss $Dessel?” [[Day 1 Actual<-...][$VarEvent += 1]]\ <</widget>> <<widget "Day1gSleep">>\ <<set $M to 0, $H to 10>>\ You awake with a startle, though it’s one you’re thankful for. You certainly have no need or desire to relive the argument that followed between you and $Amy. $Kylie did something smart for once by sneaking out whilst the two of you were throwing verbal punches and throws. As for the cause of the startle, the cause is repeated, and you now identify it as a knock on your office door. $Megan opens the door a slither, squeezing her head in the gap like a rat try to get through a mesh fence. “Mr $Car ? You did see my email, right?” “Which one?” You yawn. “The one I sent half an hour ago? About the visit by upper management?” You reflexively gulp. //This must be my crowning moment - I’m getting that promotion after all. Shame about my nap breath.// As elated as you are, those emotions are customarily subdued after being awoken. “They’re here now.” $Megan reiterates. “Of course.” You reply, fixing your hair slightly and double checking your jacket is sitting smoothly on your chiselled body. “Send them in.” “Mr $Car will see you now.” $Megan announces, opening the door completely, and holding it there for the guests to enter. In walk two appropriately dressed people who you’ve met on a few occasions now. One of them, a man you can’t quite remember the name of, who’s combover isn’t convincing anyone, and a woman, who you also can’t recall the name of, and so have settled for the apt nickname //Melons Galore// whenever you fantasize about her. “Mr $Car,“ the man begins, slightly perturbed by the lack of light in the room. Unable to swiftly open the blinds without drawing more attention to the embarrassing state of the room, you flick on the light switch. “As you’re aware, Mr Johnson’s departure has left us with the task of filling his position. Quickly.” //Oh boy, here it comes!// “It’s not been easy to find someone with the necessary qualifications and experience, but as I’m sure you’re aware, it’s important to find the right person for the role. We’d like to apologize to you and your team for the delay.” “No apology is necessary; we’ll wait as long as required. What’s important is you find someone that can excel in the position. Perhaps even someone who’s shown tremendous loyalty to the company in the past.” “Well, that’s why we’re here. After much consideration, we believe we’ve selected the best candidate from the field.” You’re almost shaking with excitement like a giddy school girl. “And as the highest seniority person in this department…” //Give it to me, baby!// “...we’d like to introduce you to them.” //Huh?// “Miss $Dessel?” [[Day 1 Actual<-...][$VarEvent += 1]]\ <</widget>> <<widget "Day1h">>\ <<set $M to 5, $H to 10>>\ <<if $Var is 1>>Through the glass panes, you see a woman approaching. Unlike the two already in your office, you’ve never seen her before. And while having the name “Miss $Dessel ”, you already come up with the marvelously accurate nicknames //Juicy Peaches//, //Stiletto Slag// and //Number 19//, due to her voluptuous rear and chest making her look quite like the letter “s”. As she enters the office, your immediate assumptions and impression of her double down. She’s just as tall as you, though she’s certainly cheating thanks to the black heels on her feet. You make sure to not get to close to confirm if she’s actually slighter taller or not. A black pencil skirt stretches down to her knees, which is double the length of the skirt you’d prefer a woman wear. Similarly, she’s wearing a shirt similar to your own, though slightly pinker in color, as well as a more form fitting jacket. With no tie, of course, like the 2 minutes it would take to tie it would be too much. Her face is also caked in an obviously abundant amount of makeup, like the overtop foundation could be attractive to any man. Your evaluation of her unfortunately doesn’t distract you from wanting to smash every glass pane in this place. //She’s the one getting the job I deserve?//\ <<elseif $Var is 2>>Though you can’t see her approach, you hear the click-clack of a pair of heels outside the glass wall to your room. “Miss $Dessel ” enters the office, and you immediately come up with the marvelously accurate nicknames //Juicy Peaches//, //Stiletto Slag// and //Number 19//, due to her voluptuous rear and chest making her look quite like the letter “s”. Annoyingly, she’s just as tall as you, though she’s certainly cheating thanks to the black heels on her feet. You make sure to not get to close to confirm if she’s actually slighter taller or not. A black pencil skirt stretches down to her knees, which is double the length of the skirt you’d prefer a woman wear. Similarly, she’s wearing a shirt similar to your own, though slightly pinker in color, as well as a more form fitting jacket. With no tie, of course, like the 2 minutes it would take to tie it would be too much. Her face is also caked in an obviously abundant amount of makeup, like the overtop foundation could be attractive to any man. Your evaluation of her unfortunately doesn’t distract you from wanting to smash every glass pane in this place. //She’s the one getting the job I deserve?//<</if>> “Nice to meet you.” She holds out a hand, and you instinctively go to shake it. Her skin itself is soft to the touch, though her grip is much firmer than you thought it’d be. “Likewise.” “Miss $Dessel is joing us after working at T'sori for several years.” “I’ve been told that there shouldn’t be much of a transition process due to the similarity of the two companies.” Miss $Dessel adds. //So they not only hired someone else, but they took her from another company? That means they must have offered even more than what they would have given me. Where did I go wrong?// “I would assume so. Please let me know if there’s anything you need to make settling in go easier.” //Bitch.// “Thank you. Unfortunately, I think most of today will be me settling in and getting to know the team. I’ve already met $Megan. How lucky you are to have such a wonderful assistant!” //She’s an idiot, they both are.// “Fantastic, I couldn’t ask for anyone better.” The two stooges show themselves out, which is good, because one second longer and you’d surely pop them in the head. “I haven’t even seen my office yet. I hope it’s as big as this one.” She offers, complimenting your size. Unfortunately, you know the truth. “Actually, yours is slightly bigger.” “That’s nice to hear. They practically had me in a cupboard at T'sori.” The woman replies. “The first day on the job is never the most productive, but perhaps we can arrange a meeting tomorrow?” “Certainly.” “Great, I’ll email you later to arrange a time.” She click-clacks away on her heels, shaking hands with various people as she does. From the threshold of the doorway, you watch her. //So she’s the one getting my rightful job? We’ll have to see how much of a backbone she has. Once she sees how hard work is here, she’ll go running back to that cupboard of hers, tripping over those heels.// $Megan looks up to see you inspecting the newest employee. “She seems nice.” //Of course you’d think that. idiot.// [[Day 1 Actual<-...][$VarEvent += 1]]\ <</widget>> <<widget "Day1i">>\ <<set $H to 11>>\ <<set $M to 0>>\ “What could she possibly have that I don’t? I’ve got the experience, the skills, I’ve been loyal to the company ever since she hired me…it’s like I was made for the position.” No matter how much you speak to your computer screen, it offers no answer back to you. “And with Matt’s recommendation, it should have been a cinch. What went wrong?” Suffice to say, the first few hours of the day are spent being so unproductive that you might as well have kept on sleeping. No amount of shooting balls of paper into the trash can spur you into a fit of productivity, and the 2nd cup of coffee $Megan brings you only leaves you spitting it out, not providing you with the caffeine you’d need to power through your lingering thoughts of unfair treatment. “What if I just quit? There are plenty of positions for hard workers like me; I shouldn’t just put up with it!” “How about I march up to Melons Galore’s office and give her a piece of my mind? Why not me, bitch, huh? I’ve given you nothing but respect, and this is how I get repaid?” “Mr $Car, I was wondering what you’d like for lunch?” $Megan knocks, then opens your door to ask. “Lunch?” You reply, only now clocking just how much time has been spent fantasizing about what to do about such unfairness. “Actually, I’m not sure what I want to eat. But I know what you ought to.” [[Day 1 Actual<-...][$VarEvent += 1]]\ <</widget>> <<widget "Day1j">>\ <<set $H to 12>>\ “Mmmhmm!” Come to think of it, it had been since $Amy broke up with you that you last came. You’d simply been too uninterested in picking up chicks, or even to jerk off. For some reason, her sudden departure from your life really bothered you. $Henry saw that, of course, and encouraged you go to a club with him, or perhaps get a prostitute. Neither appealed to you still. It’s only now, as $Megan is deepthroating your cock, that you’re returning to a somewhat normal sexual appetite. As far as head goes, $Megan is a 7 out of 10, and that’s being generous. In fact, the blowjob she gave you just a few days before $Amy left was better than this. //Note to self: don’t let her get out of practice.// And you’re still going to think highly of it thanks to how long it’s been since you had any action. If you actually respected $Megan, you might care about cuming too fast appearing weak. Fortunately, she’s such an idiot that you’re often surprised she can tell the time. If you do cum in just a couple of minutes, she’s more likely to take that as a compliment than think less of you for it. “Mmmm.” She moans, eclipsing the slurping noises that you give you immense pride. Even for an experienced slut, your mighty cock poses a challenge. $Amy never adapted to your size - another reason to be glad she’s gone. You make no announcement that you’re about to cum; $Megan should be able to figure it out on her own by the distinct twitching. Naturally, you didn’t inform her that you’ve got two weeks’ worth of jizz saved up either, and so she struggles to keep any from spilling out onto her skirt, blouse or face, which you consider a point of pride. Annoyingly, $Megan swallows it all without showing you inside her mouth. If you’re going to give someone head, you might as well show them the aftermath. //Cum.// Though you do take pride in spewing as much as you can, there’s also a grotesque repulsion to anyone willing to swallow the stuff. It sure as hell can’t taste nice, because it certainly doesn’t smell it. //If you’re willing to swallow cum, you’re subhuman.// [[Day 1 Actual<-...][$VarEvent += 1]]\ <</widget>>

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<<Minutes>>\ “Afternoon,” $Allen remarks, eyeing you approach. “Is there anything I can help you with?” <<if visited("Day 2 Allen Matt") is 0>>[[Day 2 Allen Matt<-Ask if he knows anymore about Matt’s departure]] <</if>>\ <<if $AllenD.Week1 is 0>>[[Day 2 Allen Meet<-Ask him to hang out]] <</if>>\ <<Week1Leave>>

<<Minutes>>\ “I was wondering,” you begin, “do you know anymore about Matt leaving?” The barely passable man shrugs his shoulders. “I think Mr Johnson’s departure was a sudden thing, hence why the company had to scramble to find a replacement.” “Is that all you know?” $Allen pauses, clearly channeling all of his brains in order to come up with a satisfying answer. “I think he left for a job that pays more.” You roll your eyes. “Of course he did. But did he annoy any of the higher ups by leaving? That would explain why his recommendation that I get his job didn’t hold much weight. Selfish prick.” “Recommendation?” $Allen murmurs. “Yes, his recommendation.” You repeat, growing increasingly impatient. “The one that he said he’d write for me before he left.” “Oh, right.” $Allen makes a face of sudden recognition, or remembrance. “He did make it, right?” “Yes, of course he did.” There’s a tense pause as you evaluate the man. His voice is shakier than normal, but then again, he’s the type of man to shiver at seeing a spider in the bathtub. “Good.” <<Week1Leave>>

<<Minutes>>\ “$Allen,” the man nearly shakes at the shock of your conversationally volumed voice. “Do you want to do anything?” “I’m sorry?” He looks not only confused, but nervous. “Outside of work. A drink or something.” Doubtlessly he’s wondering the same thing you are - why on earth are you making this offer? “Erm…sure.” Whether he paused to genuinely consider his schedule, or simply to think of possible excuses, you’re unsure. <<if $Day is 5>>“I’m glad you asked today, actually; I’ve been swamped this whole week getting Miss $Dessel familiar with our files and team.”\ <<else>>“As long as we do it on Friday or the weekend.” “Scared of coming to work with a hangover?” “Hardly, though I am a bit of a light weight.” He laughs, as if that would be a surprise. “But I’ve been so swamped with work this week. I’d prefer to get a good night’s sleep so that I’m ready for the next day.”<</if>> //And to think $Amy considered me a workaholic.// “Sure, it’ll give you a chance to let loose a bit.” <<if $Day is 5 and $HenryD.Week1 is 5>>[[Day 2 Allen Meet 2<-Meet him tonight with][$AllenD.Week1 to 5]] $Henry.\ <<elseif $Day is 5>>[[Day 2 Allen Meet 2<-Meet him tonight][$AllenD.Week1 to 5]]\ <<elseif $Day lte 4 and $HenryD.Week1 is 5>>[[Day 2 Allen Meet 2<-Meet him on Friday with][$AllenD.Week1 to 5]] $Henry\ <<elseif $Day lte 4>>[[Day 2 Allen Meet 2<-Meet him on Friday][$AllenD.Week1 to 5]]<</if>> \ <<if $HenryD.Week1 is 6>>[[Day 2 Allen Meet 2<-Meet on Saturday with][$AllenD.Week1 to 6]] $Henry \ <<else>>[[Day 2 Allen Meet 2<-Meet on Saturday][$AllenD.Week1 to 6]]<</if>> \

<<Minutes>>\ \ <<if $Day is 5 and $AllenD.Week1 is 5>>“How about tonight, then?”\ <<elseif $AllenD.Week1 is 5>>“How about Friday?”\ <<elseif $AllenD.Week1 is 6>>“How about Saturday?”<</if>> “Certainly!” He agrees, with annoying optimism. “Great.” You’re about to leave, but his squeaky voice interrupts you. “Where?” You roll your eyes, turning around to face him once more. “You know the Donkey Punch?” “The dingy bar?” He asks, the enthusiasm now gone. “That’s the one.” “Sounds great!” <<Week1Leave>>

<<Minutes>>\ You acerbically knock on the door of your “superior’s” office. Surprising you, it’s actually not shut, merely close to being shut. “Come in, $Jam.” She waves you inside her office. The slight mess of folders, books and stationary that the place was earlier in the week has been sorted out, and it now looks as if she’s worked here for years, and will continue to do so for years to come. <<if $DesselD.Knowledge is 2 and $Week1.Forest is 0>>"Afternoon." Conversation, after your awkward decline before, doesn't come easily. It should be easier next week, once she realizes how justified you were in wanting to go to the forest alone.\ <<elseif $DesselD.WaitOffice is 2>>“I’d like to apologize again for waiting in your office. That type of thing was commonplace where I last worked, and the company before that, too. I assumed it was okay here.” “A personal rule.” You reply, confused at her decision to linger on the mistake rather than move on. Perhaps she sees that she ruined something of a first impression with you, and is looking to make up for it. Maybe she’s genuinely nice.\ <<else>>“I’m not quite sure what I’m supposed to do with this.” She laments, shaking a mimic basketball hoop. “Matt used to have that on the back of his office door. Made for some interesting games.” “I suppose we all have our own way of recharging on our breaks.” She laughs. //Right, breaks.//<</if>> <<if $DesselD.Week1Ogle is 1 and $Day is 2>>[[Day 2 Dessel Apologize<-Apologize for staring at her tits earlier]] <</if>>\ <<if $DesselD.CarKnow is 1>>[[Week 1 Talk D Actual<-Compliment her car][$VarEvent to 1]] <</if>>\ <<if $DesselD.CarKnow is 2>>[[Week 1 Talk D Actual<-Ask to see her car][$VarEvent to 2]] <</if>>\ <<if $DesselD.Week1Ask is 0>>[[Week 1 Talk D Actual<-Ask if she needs anything][$VarEvent to 7]] <</if>>\ <<if $DesselD.Week1Ask is 2>>[[Week 1 Talk D Actual<-Give her the flowers][$DesselD.Week1Ask to 3, $VarEvent to 8]] <</if>>\ <<Week1Leave>>

<<Minutes>>\ <<set $DesselD.R += 1>>\ <<if $DesselD.WaitOffice is 1 and $Day is 2>>“Actually, I’d like to apologize to you, as well.”\ <<else>>“Actually, I’d like to apologize.”<</if>> “To me?” She asks, her eyes properly distracted from her work. “Why?” “In our meeting my mind was elsewhere.” //Thinking about them yummy tits.// “I suppose I’m just not used to Matt no longer being my boss.” “I did get the impression you were a little distracted.” //In other words, I know you were checking me out.// “Not to worry; I’m sure we’ll be working together for months, maybe even years, to come. And I was told by the highest of high ups that you’re a valuable asset, so I’m not going to judge you based of one interaction.” “That’s awful nice of you.” “Hardly, just proper. Of course, it would be appreciated if you put in a bit more effort for our next meeting to compensate.” “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” //I apologize, and now she’s signing me up for more work?// <<Week1Leave>>

<<Minutes>>\ Your assistant’s attention has returned to her work, though you’re not yet done with her. <<if $MeganD.Day2Panties is 2 and $Day is 2>>[[Day 2 Megan Switch<-Switch panties with her][$MeganD.Day2Panties to 3]] <</if>>\ <<if visited("Day 2 Megan Laura")>>[[Day 2 Megan Laura<-Ask how her partner is]]<</if>> <<Week1Leave>>

<<Minutes>>\ “How’s $Laura?” “Great!” She perks up again, never missing a chance to talk about her life. “She’s actually got an audition next week for Staged Dreams.” “Huh?” “They’re a theatre company nearby. Anyway, she’s friends with one of the production managers, so it seems like a sure thing.” “That’s great.” You reply with a pseudo enthusiasm that you’re still not sure if $Megan is alert to or not yet. When you first found out $Megan was in a relationship with another women - on the first day you meet her, where you also learned about her childhood cats and favorite movies - you were filled with fantasies. Unfortunately, you’ve still not met $Laura since then, which has made those fantasies dwindle into lustful hope. Sure, she could be a gorgeous hottie like $Megan is, but she could also be a 300lb porker who hit every branch on her fall off the ugly tree. The revelation that she’s an actress perked you up a little, but not nearly enough to return to the level of your initial fantasies. You’d also assumed that being in a lesbain relationship would make $Megan exceptional at giving head. You were wrong. “Let me know how it goes.” “We’d have such a party that’d you probably hear about it in the news.” $Megan laughs, resulting in a reflexive eye roll. “As long as you’re here by 9am , get as wasted as you want.” //Then again, I don’t want head from her if she’s hung over - what if she threw up?// “Within reason.” <<Week1Leave>>

<<Minutes>>\ <<set $Panties[1] to 1, $Panties[2] to 0>>\ You toss the white panties on $Megan ‘s desk. From her face, you gather she did at some point in the past few hours remember that she left them behind. Her shock comes from how you’re willing to tempt fate by returning them so openly. You’re less concerned, however. The only people who could possibly see what’s going on are $Allen, who tends to keep his head down when you’re around anyway, and Miss $Dessel, who’s both still occupied with work, and who also doesn’t have a great angle of the proceeding. “Thank you, sir.” Rather than struggle to put them on, which is much more likely to be noticed, she simply picks them up and drops them in her handbag. The pink panties, though, she surprises and impresses you with her nimbleness in removing them from beneath her skirt without so much as standing up. “Thank you, $Megan,” you repeat, taking the pink pair from her low-held grasp. Stuffing them in your pocket, you’re still filled with mystery as to their origins, but at least they also smell nice now. <<Week1Leave>>

<<widget "Day2OpenBox">>\ <<Minutes>>\ <<set $Panties[1] to 1>>\ With a curious set of fingers, you dig into the well-wrapped box, tearing the paper away until you’re met with an equally plain cube. It’s just as lacking in details as the paper was, yet the neat folding of the cardboard reveals that it was carefully constructed, which entices you further. Unlatching the top flaps of the box, you peek inside. There’s a fancy looking piece of card on top, covering something formless beneath. Picking up the off-white slip, which is hardly bigger than two conjoined business cards, you read the slim and mysterious contents. //From your secret admirer// It’s done in some fancy cursive font, and your mind’s curiosity doubles down. //It’s so opulent - it must be from somebody with taste…or a very elaborate prank.// Placing the card to the side and returning to the box, what was previously formless is now unobstructed. It’s a pair of dainty, lace lined pink panties, complete with a delicate bow on the center. “Hmm.” You grunt, picking the underwear up to inspect them in greater detail. They’re a very unnotable medium, the label attests to. The fabric, on the other hand, is a premium, well crafted satin - significantly nicer to the touch than any item you’re wearing now. It’s exactly the type of thing $Amy wore (and probably still does). Then again, from your one time seeing them, they’re also much like the style $Kylie, her sister, wore. That’s one of the few things they have in common, on top of having the life changing experience of sex with you. Your gaze switches from the foreground to the background, and you spot $Megan typing away at her keyboard. //Then again, maybe this kind of style is more popular than I thought. Unless I shag the whole city, I’ll never be able to be certain. $Megan could easily prefer panties like these, or maybe even Miss $Dessel could.// Dropping the panties, you peer inside the box, confirming it’s now empty. //Maybe I’m just overthinking this, and $Henry is trying to wind me up, or get me thinking about women again.// //They are awful soft, though.// [[Day 2 Actual<-Masturbate with them][$VarEvent to 10]] [[Day 2 Actual<-Ask][$VarEvent to 11]] $Megan [[Day 2 Actual<-to come in][$VarEvent to 11]] [[Day 2 Actual<-Wear them][$VarEvent to 16]] [[Day 2 Actual<-Leave them alone][$VarEvent to 19]] <</widget>> <<widget "Day2JerkOff">>\ <<Minutes>>\ The delicate and soft nature of the panties teases you so much that your will seems to crumble. Striding over to the glass wall separating you from the rest of the floor, you pull on the blinds’ string, providing some privacy. After heaving yourself back down in your chair, you unbuckle your belt, unzip your pants, and then pull them down. Though you’re far from erect, you also know that it won’t take many strokes at all to change that. Your hardening, as it were, is made all the quicker thanks to your sniffing of the panties. Though the pristine condition they’re in means that they’re definitely unworn, the intense femininity and implied sexyness of the item are enough of an aphrodisiac that you’re hard within just a dozen strokes. Taking a particularly strong whiff of the pink panties, memories of $Amy come back, as does the night with $Kylie, in addition to the now nameless babes you shagged before being manipulated into settling for a long term relationship. Within just 2 hours of meeting a chick in a bar would you have freed her wet vagina from the confines of her underwear. The panties, too, would be wet, of course. Even before that, as a teenager, panties held power over you - what boy hadn’t lustfully flicked through a lingerie catalogue as a kid, or managed to catch the necessary shopping channels past 10pm? Since settling down with $Amy, that magic faded, but now it seems to be returning. Shifting strategies, you use the panties more directly to aid in your masturbation. Wrapping them around the inside of your hand, you use the fine material to make the stroking incomparably nicer. Not for a second do you consider aiding your spontaneous jerk off session with porn. In fact, the intense speed with which you’re going at it almost makes you forget about how masturbation ends. Catching you off guard, semen shoots out of your dick, coating the panties with your semen like it were a gym sock, towel, or woman’s chest. <hr>\ \ Your breathing slowly returns to normal after the exercise, and you toss the panties back in the box. With those dominating sexual thoughts out of the way, your mind returns to the absurd situation - just how did the panties come to be addressed to you? [[Day 2 Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 19]] <</widget>> <<widget "Day2Megan1">>\ <<Minutes>>\ <<set $MeganD.Knowledge to 1>>\ “$Megan, come in here.” “Yes sir,” she obediently replies, not even caring to finish off the sentence her long nails were typing their way through. Once she’s in your office, you make sure the door is closed shut behind her. The type of things you’ll be discussing isn’t something you want to be overheard. “Is there anything I can help you with?” Not answering with words, you hand her the package the mailman just delivered, letting her contemplate the bizarre contents firsthand. ““From your secret admirer”. Aww, it looks like someone’s got a crush.” $Megan laughs, a smile across her face as soon as she sees what’s underneath the card. “Are these…” she holds them up to the light, just as you did a moment ago. “Panties? What a strange gift.” “You don’t know anything about them?” “Me? Not at all, sir.” She answers, visibly startled by the tone of your voice. On the one hand, she’s such an idiot that she likely doesn’t understand the concept of lying. On the other, you’re still clueless as to who could have sent you the panties. Currently, you can’t rule anyone out. “They are pretty, though.” She searches the inside of the item for a tag, but can’t find any such branding - only the same “M” tag, as well as the material composition of the underwear. [[Day 2 Actual<-Ask her to wear them][$VarEvent to 13]] [[Day 2 Actual<-Dismiss her][$VarEvent to 12]] <</widget>> <<widget "Day2Megan2">>\ <<Minutes>>\ <<set $MeganD.Day2Panties to 1>>\ You shake your head in silent frustration. $Megan appears clueless, and the best commentary she can offer is a benign comment on the fabric and color. “Alright, you can get back to work.” Gentlemanly, you open the door for her (only because you’d like to make it clear that you don’t want her to stick around). “Of course, sir.” Her own tone, less high pitched than normal, and with a contemplative thought before her response, makes it clear she’d like to continue the conversation, but is foremost obedient. Given your attractive image, and the natural way you manage to flirt with women, $Megan might form her own conclusion that they’re a gift from a one night stand who’s not quite over you. Of course, you know better. [[Day 2 Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 19]] <</widget>> <<widget "Day2Megan3">>\ <<Minutes>>\ “Put them on for me.” “Sir?” Though she’s used to giving you blowjobs, and on a particularly generous morning before she had a performance review, a handjob, her stripping down for you is new territory. It can hardly be more demeaning, you consider. “Any time today, $Megan. I do have some important work to get back to.” You sigh. “Of course, sir.” Though she agrees, she also takes a second to shut the blinds of your office, giving her privacy from everyone but her boss. $Megan begins by pulling her tucked in shirt out of her pencil skirt, then unbuttoning that shirt, starting from the top. Naturally, you’re intrigued by the sight of her breasts contained by nothing but a bra, but you’re also so intrigued by everything surrounding the panties that your mind can’t focus on the tits. She places the shirt on a shelf to the side. Her skirt, which even after being unzipped requires a hefty pull downwards in order to free her ass, is added on top of the shirt. [img[Images/Megan Day 2.png]] She’s left standing in just her own underwear - matching in white, as well as her high heels. <<if $FNylon is 1>>Naturally, she’s also wearing stockings, too, thankfully. Were they pantyhose, that’d make this take significantly longer.<</if>> Her thumbs tug at the respective side of her panties, and the drop to the floor, circling her feet. Even the sight of her vagina - the first one you’ve seen since your heavenly fuck of $Kylie and proceeding argument with $Amy - doesn’t entice you enough to forget about the panties that you’re doing this for. It’s those panties that $Megan picks up from the box and steps inside of - a task that almost makes her trip on her stilettos. She pulls them up to her waist, where they fit almost perfectly. They’re slightly too big, resulting in a baggy collection of fabric near her vagina. Of course, they also don’t match her bra, which detracts from the sight significantly. $Megan stands there, gormless and without a clue as to what she should say. Truthfully, you’re unsure too. [[Day 2 Actual<-Ask for a blowjob][$VarEvent to 14]] [[Day 2 Actual<-Dismiss her, letting her keep the panties][$MeganD.Day2Panties to 2, $Panties[1] to 0, $Panties[2] to 1, $VarEvent to 15]] [[Day 2 Actual<-Dismiss her, retrieving the panties][$MeganD.Day2Panties to 3, $VarEvent to 15]] <</widget>> <<widget "Day2Megan4">>\ <<Minutes>>\ <<set $MeganD.Day2Panties to 4>>\ Seeing the panties on someone, your mind finally shrugs over the nagging thoughts about discovering where and who they’re from. In fact, seeing $Megan undressed for the first time, you’re annoyed you never thought of this earlier. “I’m distracted again.” “Certainly, sir.” Without a second thought (that tends to be hard for her anyway), $Megan drops to her knees and frees your dick from the prison of your own clothing. You’re naturally heading towards having an erection, but $Megan expedites the progress by taking you in her mouth, her mouth impossibly wet. The blowjob is one of $Megan ‘s better ones, you’re happy to say. Maybe that’s because being undressed helps her whorish instincts to kick in, or maybe it’s because you’re more turned on as she’s undressed, and so you’re interpreting it as better oral. It’s so much better, in fact, that it takes you less time to come now than it did yesterday, when you had two weeks’ worth of semen to unload. $Megan, too, is caught off guard, as her widened eyes would suggest. Thankfully, that surprise doesn’t make her withdraw, and she continues sucking you from the first spurt to the last, and a fair bit after, as well, even giving the head of your cock a complimentary kiss on the head. She swallows all the mess in one gulp. <hr>\ \ “Is that all sir?” She asks, stirring you from thoughts of bliss and panties. “Huh? Oh, yes. You can get back to work now.” She doesn’t do that straight away, of course. She switches her panties so that she’s wearing her own underwear, returning the strange pair to the box they arrived in. Then, she rushes to equip her outfit again, painfully aware of the awkward quiet that has descended upon your office, before exiting. [[Day 2 Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 19]] <</widget>> <<widget "Day2Megan5">>\ <<Minutes>>\ <<if $MeganD.Day2Panties is 2>>"Alright, that's all for now." "Yes, sir." $Megan gets dressed again, covering up the sexy sight of barely covered ass and tits. She exits the office without another word, closing the door behind her. As you're reflecting on what just occured, you notice her panties, the white ones, are still on the floor. Picking them up, you inspect them. Thankfully, they're clean, but almost boringly so. It's clear she's not been turned on since she slipped them on this morning, and there's only the faintest smell of her. You toss them on your desk, finding humor in how quickly you've been acquainted with two seperate pairs of panties.\ <<elseif $MeganD.Day2Panties is 3>>“Alright - you can take them off now.” $Megan obeys, replacing the strange panties with her own, and, filling in the gaps, reequips her skirt and shirt. She also neatly folds up the bizarre gift, and returns it to the box it arrived in. //Slightly too big for her, hmm?// “If that’s all, sir, shall I get back to work?” “Of course.” You dismiss her with a wave of your hand, thoughts still lingering on the panties.<</if>> [[Day 2 Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 19]] <</widget>> <<widget "Day2Wear1">>\ <<Minutes>>\ <<set $Clothes.Panties to 1>>\ <<set $TPanties to 1>>\ The desires occurs, and grows strong enough to force your hand, rather unexpectedly. On the manliest of manly men like you, a pair of panties, especially a silky pink pair, are going to look comical. Yet, you resolve. Thankfully, no one should see this. Of course, you close the blinds to your office - your bizarre desires haven’t made you lose all sense. Then, in an extra measure of safety, you lock the door. Even if $Megan typically does wait for a response after knocking in order to enter, you’re not taking any chances. Done with the boring part, you’re ready for the fun stuff, though why you’re so giddy about wearing women’s underwear is still a mystery. Unbuckling your belt and zipping down your fly, you remove your pants (after, of course, taking off your shoes). Your hands shake slightly with each button slipped out of the respective slit of your shirt, and that’s added to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Observing your current choice of underwear, they’re dull, not only in comparison to the panties, but absolutely. Gray, black, blue or white are reliably the colors of your boxers and briefs, and you’d never took issue with that. Tugging them down, you step out of them, leaving yourself equipped with only a pair of socks, which are similarly barren of life. With one foot, you delicately step into the panties, keeping them at your ankles whilst stepping in with the other. After that, you slide them cautiously up your legs. Being this soft, it wouldn’t surprise you if they tear should they be put on too fast. The faint material tickles your knees and thighs as they stroke the present leg hair. Then, they tantalize your cock and balls in an even more satisfying manner. The closest comparison you can make is the feeling of a shaven face for the first hour of being rid of hair. Every centimeter of smooth skin feels heavenly, and delicate to the slightest touch. Wearing the panties didn’t require the razor, the cream, or come with the chance of knicks. Instead, just by slipping into the underwear, your body feels intrigued in ways rivalling your sexual emergence years ago. Curiously, the panties fit incredibly well, too, even despite your huge manhood likely not being factored into the design. They fit flush around your ass and hips, and cup your balls without scrunching up unappealingly. Your dick doesn’t even poke out over the waistband, or slip out in one of the leg holes. You reflexively gulp on considering that you could get used to the sensation. [[Day 2 Actual<-Wear the panties, and get dressed][$VarEvent to 17]] [[Day 2 Actual<-Take off the panties][$VarEvent to 18]] <</widget>> <<widget "Day2Wear2">>\ <<Minutes>>\ Nodding as if to convince yourself, you get dressed again, just as you did this morning. Except, instead of the mundane boxers that might as well be a uniform, you’re wearing //panties//. Intensely feminine, and unforgivably humiliating, should someone discover your secret. Once your belt is secured, you inspect your ass well as you can. Panty lines are hot when they’re on a woman, be it in uncomplimentary pants, or a tight pencil skirt. Hopefully your manly pants do a better job at obscuring those outlines. For several hours after, you might as well be locked out of your computer, because work is just a suggestion right now. Your mind can’t remove itself from thoughts of how nice the panties feel, and your dick varies from full on ready for sex to a little harder than flaccid. How women concentrate when wearing such sexy, luxurious garments is a complete mystery. [[Day 2 Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 19]] <</widget>> <<widget "Day2Wear3">>\ <<Minutes>>\ <<set $Clothes.Panties to -1>>\ You shake your head, perplexed that you actually put on the feminine garment. Taking them off, you unceremoniously toss them back in their box, admittedly shook by the feeling they caused inside you. Returning to your actual underwear, you get dressed again, grimacing at how coarse your boxers now feel. An hour ago, you’d never once considered your underwear to be “coarse”, but life finds a way to be surprising. For several hours after, completing work proves painful. Not impossible, but your thoughts continually return to the panties. Less, though still notably, where they came from, but more so how nice they felt on you. [[Day 2 Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 19]] <</widget>> <<widget "Day2End">>\ “Welcome back, sexy. You’ve received a new message.” “From?” “$Henry2 .” <<if $HenryD.Week1 is 1>>“Can he meet me?” ““Tonight?” Impromptu, but what the heck, it’s not like I’m getting up to much. I’ll be at The Donkey Punch later. Don’t let me down, Taint Licker.” “Good. There’s a lot to catch you up on.” You grumble as though he were next to you.\ <<elseif $HenryD.Week1 lte 7>>“Can he meet me?” ““Sounds good, Taint Licker. I’ll see you at The Donkey Punch.”” “Good. There’s a lot to catch you up on.” You grumble as though he were next to you.\ <<elseif $HenryD.Week1 is 8>>“That needy bitch, double messaging me.” ““Or whatever, Taint Licker. I’ve got shit to do.”” ““Anyway, I’ll be in The Donkey Punch on Thursday. Show up if you’re not still crying over that lady you lost.””\ <<elseif $HenryD.Week1 is 9>>“What does he want?” ““Suck your dick? What’s there to suck, Taint Licker? Might as well be asking me to suck a nipple, or Marilyn Monroe’s clit.”” ““Anyway, I’ll be in The Donkey Punch on Thursday. Show up if you’re not still crying over that lady you lost.””<</if>> “Taint Licker.” $Bethany repeats, though no longer relaying a message. “Huh?” “Your friend frequently calls you that.” “It’s a nickname, like how you call me Big Sexy.” “Or $Amy $Amy2 .” “And both of those examples are accurate. $Henry ‘s is less so.” “Is there a reason for that name in particular? Why not Scrotum Licker? Ballsack Licker?” “It just stuck.” “Would you like me to set it as your default nickname?” “What? No!” “Very well.” You shake your head in confusion. For something which has intelligence in its name, this AI is mighty stupid sometimes. [[Home<-Go home][$VarEvent to 0]] <</widget>> <<widget "Day2i">>\ <<set $H to 17, $M to 0>>\ [img[Images/Office floor.jpg]] <<if $TPanties is 1>>The rest of the day passes without incident. Your initial fears over having visible panty lines mostly subside, though whenever you see a woman’s tight derriere, they do resurface.\ <<else>>The rest of the day passes with little of note. A part of you expected the mailman to return, and say that the panties were simply a mix up, and are actually meant for another $Jam $Car several floors down. Of course, that doesn’t happen. Nor do you reach any personal conclusions on how panties came to be in your possession.<</if>> <<if $MeganD.Day2Panties is 1>>$Megan is at her desk, predictably, though her eyes avert from monitor in order to look at you. “Hello, sir.” She comments, unfathomably optimistic for this time of day. “Did you find out any more about those panties?” She asks, not thinking for a moment who could overhear her. “No, I didn’t.”\ <<elseif $MeganD.Day2Panties is 2 or $MeganD.Day2Panties is 3>>$Megan is at her desk, predictably, though her eyes avert from monitor in order to look at you. “Hello, sir.” Her shaky voice makes it clear she’s still slightly perturbed by your earlier interaction, though not enough to actually say something, of course.\ <<elseif $MeganD.Day2Panties is 4>>$Megan is at her desk, predictably, though her eyes avert from monitor in order to look at you. “Hello, sir.” Her shaky voice makes it clear she’s still slightly perturbed by your earlier interaction, though not enough to actually say something, of course. Her cum also still smells of cum, though that’s likely more a supposition. After all, it has been several hours since she took your load.\ <<else>>$Megan is at her desk, predictably, though her eyes avert from monitor in order to look at you. “Hello, sir.” “Afternoon, $Megan.” “Is $Allen trying to get my attention or yours?” She murmurs, barely audible to you. Glancing over, you can see the diminutive man is smiling in the direction of you and $Megan, though once he realizes that you’re staring at him, he returns to his work.<</if>> Miss $Dessel, who you spy is still in her office, is setting an image of staying past what is required, which doesn't make you look good - another reason to not like her. [[Day 2 Dessel<-Approach]] Miss $Dessel [[Day 2 Megan<-Talk to]] $Megan [[Day 2 Allen<-Talk to]] $Allen <<Week1Leave>> <</widget>> <<widget "Day2j">>\ “Welcome back, sexy. You’ve received a new message.” “From?” “$Henry2 .” <<if $HenryD.Week1 is 1>>“Can he meet me?” ““Tonight?” Impromptu, but what the heck, it’s not like I’m getting up to much. I’ll be at The Donkey Punch later. Don’t let me down, Taint Licker.” “Good. There’s a lot to catch you up on.” You grumble as though he were next to you.\ <<elseif $HenryD.Week1 lte 7>>“Can he meet me?” ““Sounds good, Taint Licker. I’ll see you at The Donkey Punch.”” “Good. There’s a lot to catch you up on.” You grumble as though he were next to you.\ <<elseif $HenryD.Week1 is 8>>“That needy bitch, double messaging me.” ““Or whatever, Taint Licker. I’ve got shit to do.”” ““Anyway, I’ll be in The Donkey Punch on Thursday. Show up if you’re not still crying over that lady you lost.””\ <<elseif $HenryD.Week1 is 9>>“What does he want?” ““Suck your dick? What’s there to suck, Taint Licker? Might as well be asking me to suck a nipple, or Marilyn Monroe’s clit.”” ““Anyway, I’ll be in The Donkey Punch on Thursday. Show up if you’re not still crying over that lady you lost.””<</if>> “Taint Licker.” $Bethany repeats, though no longer relaying a message. “Huh?” “Your friend frequently calls you that.” “It’s a nickname, like how you call me Big Sexy.” “Or $Amy $Amy2 .” “And both of those examples are accurate. $Henry ‘s is less so.” “Is there a reason for that name in particular? Why not Scrotum Licker? Ballsack Licker?” “It just stuck.” “Would you like me to set it as your default nickname?” “What? No!” “Very well.” You shake your head in confusion. For something which has intelligence in its name, this AI is mighty stupid sometimes. [[Home<-Go home][$VarEvent to 0]]\ <</widget>>

<<widget "Day2a">>\ <<set $M to 30>>\ <<set $Ran1 to random(1, 2)>>\ <<set $Ran2 to random(1, 3)>>\ <<if $Ran1 is 1>>Closing\ <<elseif $Ran1 is 2>>Shutting<</if>> the \ <<if $Ran2 is 1>>slick\ <<elseif $Ran2 is 2>>effortlessly light\ <<elseif $Ran2 is 3>>impossibly quiet<</if>>\ door of your Lessad F-series, you can only hope yesterday’s revelation that you were not, in fact, promoted, was little but a horridly vivid nightmare. “New message received.” $Bethany comments. “Who from?” “$Henry2 .” “What does $Henry want?” ““Heard they finally sorted someone out to replace Matt. Shame they didn’t go with you, but hey, brake lines can always be cut.”” Though $Bethany ‘s imitation skills are next to non existent, you can perfectly envision your longtime friend and rival speaking the words himself, as though he were riding passenger. Sadly, the words also confirm that Miss $Dessel was not a figment of your wondrous imagination. ““‘Been a few weeks since we met up. Fancy doing anything this week? That is, if you’re not too busy crying about having to stay in that crummy office of yours, Taint Licker.”” “Asshole.” You murmur. “Would you like to dictate a response?” [[Day 2 Actual<-Ask to meet tonight][$HenryD.Week1 to 2, $VarEvent += 1]] [[Day 2 Actual<-Ask to meet on Wednesday][$HenryD.Week1 to 3, $VarEvent += 1]] [[Day 2 Actual<-Ask to meet on Thursday][$HenryD.Week1 to 4, $VarEvent += 1]] [[Day 2 Actual<-Ask to meet on Friday][$HenryD.Week1 to 5, $VarEvent += 1]] [[Day 2 Actual<-Ask to meet on Saturday][$HenryD.Week1 to 6, $VarEvent += 1]] [[Day 2 Actual<-Tell him to suck your dick][$HenryD.Week1 to 9, $VarEvent += 1]] <</widget>> <<widget "Day2b">>\ <<Minutes>>\ “Message delivered.” $Bethany confirms. Thankfully, the car ride goes much smoother than it did yesterday. After chuckling over $Henry ‘s message for a minute and then selecting an agreeable radio station, you’re surprised to see you’re practically already in your parking spot, and you walk into the building of Aralani Inc, where $Kelly the receptionist greets you with a wide smile. “Good morning, Mr $Car.” “Morning, $Kelly.” With a notable difference in your mood today compared to your experience 24 hours prior, you consider chatting to the affable woman a moment. While talkative (aren’t all women?), unlike $Megan, she knows when to shut up. Plus, you’ve learned handy tidbits from her in the past, like the Gesten G3200 that Matt bought a couple of months before he left. After hearing that, you just //knew// you had to one up him. [[Day 2 Actual<-Talk to her][$VarEvent += 1]] [[Day 2 Actual<-Ignore her, and take the elevator][$VarEvent += 2]]\ <</widget>> <<widget "Day2c">>\ <<set $DesselD.CarKnow to 1>>\ <<Minutes>>\ Approaching her desk, it’s apparent that you’re in one of your “talkable” moods. “I heard there’s a new name on your floor. Miss $Dessel, right? I’m sure the boys’ eyes won’t be leaving her.” She laughs. //She does have a great rack.// “Just another pretty face around here. You know none of them will top yours, though.” “You’re too kind, Mr $Car.” $Kelly blushes. Harmless flirting, as you both understand it to be, is great for keeping your skills sharp. “Do you know much else about her?” “A bit, though I’m not sure you’ll want to hear it.” “Try me.” “Well, you know how you just //love// your Lessad F-series?” “Yes…” you reply, already dreading what may come next. “She’s got a Lessad too.” $Kelly gulps. “G-series.” Time seems to freeze, and a phantom fist drills into your stomach, knocking the wind out of you. “A G-series?” “I told you you wouldn’t like it.” She reiterates. “Is it second hand? Some ghastly bright color? Please, $Kelly - tell me she has a bumper sticker, anything!” “Black, and glossy enough to see a contract in.” $Kelly confirms the worst. “And not a bumper sticker in sight.” “Damn.” “If you’re nice to her, she might let you give it a polishing.” You stare daggers through the woman. The smugness is oozing off her - she knows exactly the right buttons to press. //Like she could ever get to me. Me?! I practically run this company. She’s sitting in the first room of the first floor. And after I complimented the ugly bitch?// “Cheer up, Mr $Car.” She murmurs, breaking the uncomfortable silence. Her tone makes it clear she’s just playing around still, but your “talkative” mood is very much over now. “I’ve got to get to work.” “Have a good one.” [[Day 2 Actual<-...][$VarEvent += 1]] <</widget>> <<widget "Day2d">>\ <<Minutes>>\ <<if $DesselD.CarKnow is 1>>Flustered with rage, you miss your first attempt at pressing the elevator button for your floor. A second attempt, made with a clenched fist, hits the right spot. In the mirror of the elevator, you stare at yourself. //Of course she has a G-series. She has my job - why doesn’t she take my house while she’s at it?// Thankfully, gazing at your own reflection helps remind you how fortunate you are. Being this good looking truly is a miracle. The lucky flukes of those around you shouldn’t be sweated, because even on your darkest day, they couldn’t hold a candle to your light. Your testy nerves subside, replaced by a brimming confidence.\ <<else>>Thinking better of it, you also remember the times $Kelly ‘s suggestions and tips were little more than TV magazine quality information. Sometimes you’d be better of asking a rodent where the best spot to eat is. Pressing the elevator button for your floor, you ascend the many levels with an unshaken confidence. Even if Miss $Dessel did get your rightful job, you’re so smart than in a few years time, you’ll be a managing her. You’d bet on it.<</if>> With a sweet //ding// which you’ve grown numb to, you step onto the main floor where your office is situated. Peeking across the desks populating the main portion of the room, you see that Miss $Dessel ‘s office is void of life. //She must be late - already crumbling under the pressure.// “Good morning, Mr $Car.” $Megan suggests. “Morning, $Megan.” As long as she’s worked here, she’s left later than you (provided you had no big meeting to attend, or weren’t screwing around with some of your colleague’s desks with Matt), and arrived earlier before you. It’s a level of commitment that’s commendable. Sadly, she’s so thick that she doesn’t have brains to think of asking for a promotion, or even a raise for all her hard work. Turning the handle of your office door, you enter to the metaphorical seat of your power, only to find it [[Day 2 Actual<-already occupied][$VarEvent += 1]]. <</widget>> <<widget "Day2e">>\ <<Minutes>>\ [img[Images/Office.jpg]] Miss $Dessel is inspecting some of the art work lining the walls of your office, a perplexed expression on her face. “These are so…abstract. I had no idea you were a man of such depth.” “They came with the office.” “Oh.” She replies, a little disheartened. “Is there a reason you’re lingering in my office? Yours is over on the other side of the room, just like it was yesterday.” “I’m aware.” The woman replies confidently. “I wanted to talk to you personally regarding that meeting I mentioned yesterday.” “Oh, yes. That one.” “I did email you about it, though I assume you must have simply forgot to reply. Perhaps we can do it now?” You pause in thought. //Did she send that email? I was so distracted yesterday that I might have overlooked it.// //But nevermind that. This is MY office. She can’t just stroll in like she owns the place, certainly not on her second day. Who does she think she is?// [[Day 2 Actual<-Ask her not to wait in your office][$DesselD.WaitOffice to 2, $VarEvent += 1]] [[Day 2 Actual<-Ignore it, and move on][$DesselD.WaitOffice to 1, $VarEvent += 1]] <</widget>> <<widget "Day2f">>\ <<Minutes>>\ <<if $DesselD.WaitOffice is 2>>\ <<set $DesselD.R -= 1>>\ “We can certainly have that meeting now.” “Great.” Miss $Dessel exclaims, sitting in the guest seat of your office. “Though, for future reference, I’d ask that you don’t enter and wait in my office.” The tonal shift from cordial to serious clearly catches the woman off guard. Her eyes widen at the realization that she may have offended you. “Oh, certainly.” She apologizes. “I didn’t realize it was an issue; I’m sorry.” “No apology necessary.” You reply, striding over to your own chair with a renewed smile. //Wait in my office, will you? I’ll show you who’s really boss around here.//\ <<else>>“We certainly can have that meeting now.” “Great.” Miss $Dessel exclaims, sitting in the guest seat of your office.<</if>> In the calmness of room, and after you had the chance to recover from your surprise meeting yesterday, you’re picking up on new things about the woman. There’s a distinct aroma in the air. While you did detect something similar yesterday, it was also confused by the other //guests// that betrayed you. Whatever air freshener the cleaners used in your office is overpowered by the sweet scent on Miss $Dessel. Annoyingly, you can’t place the brand and product of the smell, though you can tell it’s expensive. Her clothes, which you confidently place as being an Orina floral blouse with a lantern sleeve and Petals black pencil skirt, are similarly luxurious. Her jewelry, too small to inspect closely across the desk, shimmer in a way that only genuine diamonds do. The makeup coating her face is significantly harder to identify. In fact, you’ve long since given up on remembering all the cosmetic brands, though $Amy tried her best to teach you the differences. Red lipstick matches her nails, and you predict that the former is of a similarly expensive brand. The nails are done so well that they’re either a product of a professional manicure, or Miss $Dessel is talented in that department herself. And those are just the aspects of her appearance which she chose. Her tits hang like ripe melons, stretching the opulent blouse to its limits. Her ass, you spotted on the way into the room, is like a second cushion, perpetually providing her with extra comfort, and you with an eyeful. <<if $FFeet is 1 and $FNylon is 1>>Sadly, the view of her lower body is currently blocked by the edge of your desk, meaning that you’ll have to wait until after she leaves to peek at her long legs adorned in nylons again, or her delicate feet propped up by her sexy high heels.\ <<elseif $FFeet is 1>>Sadly, the view of her feet are blocked by the desk in between you two, meaning you will have to wait until she leaves in order to peek at her delicate shoes propped up by her sexy high heels.\ <<elseif $FNylon is 1>>Sadly, the view of her nylon adorned legs is blocked by the desk in between you two, meaning you will have to wait until she leaves in order to peek at them again.<</if>> [[Day 2 Actual<-Ogle her tits][$DesselD.Week1Ogle to 1, $VarEvent += 1]] [[Day 2 Actual<-Pay attention][$DesselD.Week1Ogle to 0, $VarEvent += 1]] <</widget>> <<widget "Day2gOgle">>\ <<set $DesselD.R -= 1>>\ <<Minutes>>\ Though you’d like to say you tried your hardest to pay attention, the fact is, the lady’s tits are magnificent; you’d be a fool to not admire them. The more you try to spot them, the more visible her nipples seem to get, even though you’re certain she’s wearing a bra. Mentally, you do the maths on how likely a woman her age, in her position, is to have had breast augmentation surgery. Hell, $Megan might be more than a simple button pusher if she was willing to bite the bullet. Ultimately, you conclude that Miss $Dessel ‘s tits are likely natural, because if you were looking to have surgery on them, you’d probably go for something just a //little// bigger. [img[Images/Day 2 Dessel.jpg]] $Amy treated a tit job like it was a massive inconvenience, and so it was only reserved for a birthday treat. No matter what your angle was (you’re getting in the shower anyway, it won’t give you bad breath, it’s good for your skin), she wouldn’t relent. Frustratingly, her refusal only made you crave them more, to a point that just seeing her unworn bras stirred something up within you. <hr> \ “Well, I think I’ll let you get back to your work.” This being the first point of action in your work day, there’s nothing to get back to. Your computer is still turned off. “You’re sure?” “I’ll give you an email if I have any other thoughts.” She states, exiting your office. //That was abrupt.// You shrug your shoulders. //Oh well. It’s not like I was paying attention anyway.// [[Day 2 Actual<-...][$VarEvent += 1]] <</widget>> <<widget "Day2gListen">>\ <<Minutes>>\ “Certainly, though that would only apply if the market trends continue. Frankly, I’m not convinced.” “Me neither, but I think there’s enough of a pattern to be able to predict that any eggs we put in that basket now will pay off. We can start slim, and reflect in a few months.” Over the course of the meeting, you get a feel for the woman’s business acumen. While unable to hold a candle to your own genius, you’re starting to realize that she has //some// qualifications for the job she stole from you. That’s good for the stooges upstairs, because if turned out Miss $Dessel was little more than a pretty face, you’d march up there and hand in your resignation right now. “And what about the fu…” You both begin. She smiles lightly, laughing off the awkward moment. “Please, go on.” “What about the funds we’ve already allocated?” “I think we can afford to cut costs in a couple areas. Not much, but enough for a foothold in this new venture.” //She’s certainly brighter than Matt, I’ll give her that.// <hr> \ After an hour, the woman stands up and exits your office, leaving with a courteous “thank you for your time”. //She’s too nice. She’ll never do as well as I could.// You sigh. [[Day 2 Actual<-...][$VarEvent += 1]] <</widget>> <<widget "Day2h">>\ <<set $H += 4>>\ There’s a knock at your door, and then it slips open. Just based on the timid knock, you know it’s $Megan, though the fact that you can’t see her at her desk is confirmation. “Mr $Car,” she murmurs quietly, like you were trying to meditate. “You’ve got a package.” Pushing the door fully open, she invites a uniformed man inside. From his clothing, you recognize that he’s one of company’s workers who are a rung above janitors - delivery man, transporting goods from one floor to another, be they spare pencils or personal, mailed items. “Just this, Mr $Car.” You silently laugh at the respect he gives you. For a man to refer to another man by only their last name, it’s a clear sign of subordination. He plants a small, brown paper wrapped box on your desk, before the duo of botherers leave. Reaching over to grab it, you note the minimalistic details. “Mr $Jam $Car.” Beneath that is the building’s address. Other than that, there’s nothing of note, most bizarrely of all, no return location. “I certainly didn’t order anything.” You note, trying to solve the mystery. Picking it up, it’s so light as to be unnoticeable - probably not more than 300g. Shaking the box, there’s no rattling or clunky noises. You throw it up in the air a few times, catching it effortlessly. [[Day 2 Actual<-Open it][$VarEvent += 1]] <</widget>>

<<set $H to 8, $M to 30>>\ <<OpenDoor>> “Any messages?” “No new messages.” <<if $Week1.Strip is 0>>“Good.” //My “secret admirer” must have gotten bored.//\ <<elseif $Week1.Forest is 4 or $Week1.Forest is 6>>“Really?” You’d expected something from $Henry by now. Perhaps he’ll shoot you a text later on, when he’s bored in the middle of a Monday.\ <<elseif $Week1.Strip lte 3>>“Good.” At least for now, you don’t have to worry about those pictures of you being shared so rampantly across the internet that friends and colleagues have asked if you’re okay.\ <<else>>“We’ll see if the rest of the day is just as quiet.”<</if>> At the very least, the traffic isn’t notable, and there’s a direct correlation between how easy your journey is to work, and how little the day pisses you off. <<if $Week1.Strip is 6 or $Week1.Strip is 0>>[[Day 2-1b Broken Elevator<-...]]\ <<else>>[[Day 2-1b<-...]]<</if>>

<<if $Week1.Strip lt 9>>Barely 10 minutes into your shift, in which you still haven’t powered on your computer, there’s a mix of noise and slight vibrations which you identify as the arrival of an elevator on your office floor. //This is it - the 3rd “gift” from my admirer.// Your suspicion doubles down when, through your glass wall, the delivery man you’re becoming rapidly familiar with bursts into view. He shares a couple of words with $Megan, and you’re about to exit the office in the aim of expediating the process of your delivery, when he walks straight past your door. Marching past all the other people on the floor, he arrives at the opposite office on the level - Miss $Dessel’s. And not to deliver to her a package, but instead to the secretary outside it: $Allen. //What’s pipsqueek getting delivered?// The man accepts the parcel, and is clearly (even from across the room), surprised at the gift. Perhaps sensing you staring, $Allen glances up at you staring. Still watching, and with no regard for subtlety, you spy him open the roughly A4 dimensioned package. In fact, it seems more like a envelope. Inspecting the foremost page of contents, his eyes seem to light up, and you can hear the alarm bells from here. He //really// doesn’t like what he’s seeing, and now he slides his chair out and scampers over to your office. “What’s up?” $Megan greets him, understandably assuming that he wants to talk to her. “Sorry, this is for Mr $Car.” He enters your office with the envelope in hand. “Let me guess: you didn’t order whatever that is?” “Take a look for yourself.” $Allen pushes the item into your chest, and your suspense over just what;s inside grows. Orienting the lip of the envelope upwards, you shimmy out the top document. Seeing it, you understand that “document” is actually a misnomer. This isn’t some contract or set of conference notes. It’s a set of pictures. //Those// pictures. Flicking through the several dozen other high quality images, you see the same sight at millisecond intervals, like a picture book of perversion. \ <<else>>About an hour into your shift, in which you still haven’t powered on your computer, there’s a mix of noise and slight vibrations which you identify as the arrival of an elevator on your office floor. //This is it - the 3rd “gift” from my admirer.// Except it’s far from that. In fact, you’ve never been so disappointed to see $Allen before. It’s so crushing that you gloss over the rather seething look across his face for what must be the the first time in history. He doesn’t even stop to chat to $Megan, instead storming straight into your office. “$Allen - it’s not like you to be late.” Were his look equipped by someone like $Henry, or Matt, you’d be concerned that he were about to leap over your desk and onto you. The ensuing fight, if $Allen decided to do such a thing, would doubtlessly be over before $Megan got a chance to half heartedly intervene. Instead, he tosses a large envelope from his hands and onto your desk, landing halfway between you two. “What’s this?” He doesn’t answer, leading you to find out firsthand. The roughly A4 sized envelope is already opened, predictably, and you shake the contents out onto your desk. What’s there is a collage of perversion.<</if>> It’s $Allen exiting the cabin, wearing just the panties. Despite the overwhelming darkness of that night, the spotlight illuminates the details of the panties clearly, and the camera even captures the lace detailing. And there really is no room for doubt as to who it is. $Allen’s face is flustered as much then as it is now, in your office. <<if $Week1.Strip lt 9>>“Someone isn’t just screwing with you anymore, Mr $Car.” “Now they’re fucking with me, as well.” “Perhaps they’ve had their fun with me, and have moved on to you.” You chortle. “The panties wouldn’t have looked right on me. You, on the other hand…” “Sir, please. We have to find out who’s behind this. And we have to do it before they decide to do something horrible with those pictures.” $Allen is practically pleading, and you spot what must be tears forming in the corners of his eyes. “Of course we will.” You absent mindedly comfort. If it’s truly the case that your admirer has switched targets, though, then you have no reason to help his burden. “We’ll do everything we can.” “Thank you.” It’s doubtful that there’s much capable of cheering him up right now, but your words seem to do something. After a moment more of him being unsure what to say, and you enjoying how uncomfortable he is, $Allen returns to his desk.\ <<else>>“Whoever you pissed off is now trying to mess with me.” “That is…unfortunate.” Of course, you’ve not received any packages this morning. “But they seemed to have moved on from me.” “They know where I live, Mr $Car.” “Then you best hope that they don’t plan on mailing these pictures to anyone else.” $Allen looks at you, his face of fury far from subsiding, and only getting worse the more you respond. “This is your fault, Mr $Car. I thought I was doing you a favor by going to the forest with you, but I can see now you were just using me.” “It’s a shame you’ve realized too late.” Your replies come as natural as breathing, and ultimately, it is his fault. He was a fool to have a spirit that could be destroyed so easily, and he was a fool to then put the panties on. His vitriolic gaze seems designed to boil your suit and skin, but it has no such effect. And after enough of that impotent attempt, he stomps out. Not to his desk, though, but back towards the elevator. Following him slightly, just to the threshold of your office, $Megan seems shocked. “Is he alright?” “A little ill. I’m sure he’ll be better tomorrow.” “I sure hope so; I’ve never seem him like that.”<</if>> [[UP<-...]]

<<set $H to 9, $M to 0>>\ "You're kidding me." "Don't tell me this happens often around here." Miss $Dessel sighs, scrounging in her handbag for a phone to use as a source of light. "This is the first time that I know of." //You really are my source of bad luck, huh?// With the cone of light illuminating parts of the elevator, you can see enough to note the positions of buttons on the extensive dashboard. Before today, you'd only ever needed to press the one for your floor, and the bottom most button, the ground floor. Finally, the green, emergency one is going to come in handy. You jab it hastily, not eager to spend another minute in this hot box. "Wha...what did that do?" "How am I supposed to know?" "I don't suppose you have $Kelly's number, do you?" "As many times as she's tried to give it to me, I've always said no." You laugh, though your companion doesn't seem to feel much better. There's a slight crackle from the dashboard, and then a familiar voice. "Hello? Did someone press the emergency button?" "Yes, yes we did!" Miss $Dessel urgently shouts back, stepping beside you to look at the unresponsive console of buttons. "Hello?" "Yes, we're stuck in here!" "If you're trying to respond, there's an intercom button you need to press." You grin at Miss $Dessel, who spots the button marked with a small speaker icon and presses down. "Yes, this is Miss $Dessel and Mr $Car. We're stuck in here." "Oh dear." You hear $Kelly reply in a barely sympathetic voice. "Yes. "Oh dear" indeed. What are you going to do about it?" There's a pause, and you and Melons Galore share a glance of frustration. //Is she ignoring us?// "$Kelly!" "Unbelievable." Miss $Dessel takes her finger of the intercom button. "My 2nd week here, and this happens." "Terrible." //Of all the times to get stuck in an elevator, why does it have to be the time Miss $Dessel is in here with me?// "I'll try giving $Megan a call; she can take another elevator down to reception and get help there." //$Megan - at least I'm not stuck in here with her.// Just as your boss is about to dial up your secretary, the speaker crackles again, and you've never been so thankful to hear $Kelly's dulcet voice. "I've called maintenance." "And?" Miss $Dessel asks, forgetting about the necessary button. "And?" "They'll be here in 6 hours." "6 hours?" "$Kelly, that's not good enough. Did you mention that I'm in here?" "Your seniority moved you up the priority list already, Mr $Car." "From what?" "I don't think you want to know." "Jesus." "Ah!" She snaps, chuckling slightly. "I'm just kidding." "Oh, great!" Miss $Dessel wipes her forehead. This box could get real warm real quickly if you're in her much longer. "When are they going to be here?" "In 3 hours." "3 hours?!" "See, aren't you relieved now to hear it's not 6?" "This isn't much better." "That's the estimate they gave me." You can practically hear $Kelly shrug. "I'll keep on them; maybe they'll get here sooner if I complain every 15 minutes." "Thank you, $Kelly." "Yeah. Thanks." Miss $Dessel takes her finger off the button and sinks to the floor. "Great." "I don't suppose you have a deck of cards in that handbag?" [[Day 2-1b Broken Elevator 3<-...]]

<<Minutes>>\ <<if $Week1.Strip is 0>>"What's that?" Your boss asks, her presence now right next to you as she peers at the accessory, and the light it's giving off. "A watch." "You managed to put it on in the dark?" "I didn't put it on at all." "How did it get on your wrist, then?" If she could see your face clearly, the frown present might shut up any more of her asinine questions. "It sort of...jumped on me." "Jumped?" "It was dark, alright?" The watch lights up again, the sole source of illumination in the elevator.\ <<else>>Now, instead of passively beeping, the screen lights up, and it's almost blinding in the thin, metallic cabin.<</if>> \ <<if $Week1.Strip is 6>>"What made you back out?" "You would have looked so cute in them panties." "But now you've been a bad boy." "And bad boys get punished."\ <<elseif $Week1.Strip is 0>>"I was so disappointed that you didn't come visit me." "Now you've been a bad boy." "And bad boys get punished."<</if>>\ [[2-1 Ending<-...][$Var to 2]]

Barely 10 minutes into your shift, in which you still haven’t powered on your computer, there’s a mix of noise and slight vibrations which you identify as the arrival of an elevator on your office floor. //This is it - the 3rd “gift” from my admirer.// You're proven wrong immediately, unless this "gift" is actually a friend of yours who has a far worse car than you. $Henry's dropped into your building a couple times, though never this side of noon. Just like the past instances, he spends a minute chatting to $Megan, who's probably used to shrugging off his advances by now. After that interaction, he gives you a solemn look through the glass wall, and then enters your room. "$Jam - we have a problem." "Your inability to knock?" "I'm not in the mood." Only now do you realize he's brought something with him. Clutched tightly in one hand is an envelope roughly the size of an A4 sheet. "What's that?" "Tell me if you've heard this one before: a package that arrived at my office that I never ordered." "Why does that sound familiar?" The look on $Henry's face right now is delicious, and it's impossible to not stir up his emotions a little more. "You roped me into this shit knowing what would happen, didn't you?" "Knowing //what// would happen?" "This, asshole." He tosses the envelope on your desk, and the thud is louder than you anticipated. Picking it up and orienting the lip in your direction, you see there's actually several sheets inside, like a contract or conference notes. "God forbid you read something." You taunt again, to no response. $Henry's now pacing the room, which really doesn't have the dimensions to be paced at all. Shimmying the top sheet out, you realize it's far from something corporate. In fact, it could very easily destroy $Henry's career. It’s a picture of $Henry exiting the cabin, wearing just the panties. Despite the overwhelming darkness of that night, the spotlight illuminates the details of the panties clearly, and the camera even captures the lace detailing. Naturally, nobody could ever see the photos and believe it’s you, which is a relief given how it could have happened if you did as your watch asked. "They turned out well." You pull out the rest of the images, and they’re much the same, displaying images taken milliseconds apart. If you were to rapidly flick through them, you’d have an animation of him walking out of the spotlight. Insecurity is even present across his brightly highlighted face. "Don't give me your cockiness, $Jam. Someone knows who I am, and they're clearly wanting to fuck with me just as much as they tried to with you. So what you propose we do about that?" "We?" You laugh, making sure to dial up the pitch to make it extra annoying. "You were the one stupid enough to wear the panties out of the cabin." "Goddamn rock papers scissors." He curses. "I bet you cheated somehow, didn't you?" "Hey, if I were the one who lost, I'd take the consequences on the chin. You wouldn't see me whining over to your office, complaining about "cheating"." "I don't know how you did it, but I'm sure you did." "My ex would be inclined to agree with you." "So what are we doing about this?" "We'll just have to see what your "admirer" wants next." "They're your admirer. And that watch hasn't said anything more?" "It mentioned how cute you look." "Up yours." $Henry stops pacing, turning to look at you. "We've got to find this fucker before they do something with those pictures. Yes, //we//." "Oh, $Henry. Whatever you say." "Your head can roll just as easily if mine does." He stomps out of your office, not caring to say goodbye to $Megan, or having a chance to chat to Miss $Dessel, who he was awful intrigued by last week. When he's out of sight, you chuckle darkly. Somehow, you've come out on the other side better than you were when the panties first arrived. This "admirer" has a new toy in their sight, and is presumably chalking you up as a mistake - they truly weren't ready for your craftiness. Seeing $Henry struggle with the looming exposure and humiliation will be sweet. Should he lose his job, you might be able to pull some strings and get him a job here. As your secretary. [[UP<-...]]

Barely 10 minutes into your shift, in which you still haven’t powered on your computer, there’s a mix of noise and slight vibrations which you identify as the arrival of an elevator on your office floor. //This is it - the 3rd “gift” from my admirer.// Your suspicion doubles down when, through your glass wall, the delivery man you’re becoming rapidly familiar with bursts into view. He spends a moment chatting with $Megan. And then another moment. And a third moment which blends into the other two so seamlessly that you become infuriated. Storming up and opening your office door, you stare at the man. “Is everything alright?” “Oh, yes.” He replies apologetically. “I should let you get back to your work. But before I forget and have to come back later.” The package in his hand, which has the approximate dimensions of an A4 sheet of paper, is not given to your, but rather to $Megan. Not clocking his obvious mistake, he returns to the elevator. “Idiot. Hand me the package.” “But sir,” $Megan remarks, a gulf between the words. “It’s addressed to me.” “To you? And you didn’t order anything?” She looks at you silently, her uncommonly serious face telling you all you need to know. “Let’s open it in your office.” $Megan closes the door behind her, and the fact that $Megan insisted on having this conversation in the privacy of your office means she’s on the exact same page. “Well? What are you waiting for?” You nod towards the package in case she’d forgotten about it already. Using her acrylic nails to separate the light glue sealing the lip of the envelope, she opens the document. Inside, you spy, are several dozen sheets. Without the context of $Megan not expecting this, you’d assume it was some sort of contract or conference notes. She shimmies out the top page, and her perplexed face makes it clear before you check the contents yourself that it’s nothing good. <<if $Week1.Strip is 4>>It’s a picture of $Megan exiting the cabin, wearing just the panties. Despite the overwhelming darkness of that night, the spotlight illuminates the details of the panties clearly, and the camera even captures the lace detailing. It’s almost hot, like a candid picture of a exhibitionist who got caught. The quality is high enough that you can make out her nipples.\ <<else>>It’s a picture of $Megan exiting the cabin, wearing the panties and her bra. Despite the overwhelming darkness of that night, the spotlight illuminates the details of the panties clearly, and the camera even captures the lace detailing. It’s almost hot, like a candid picture of a exhibitionist who got caught.<</if>> Naturally, nobody could ever see the photos and believe it’s you, which is a relief given how it could have happened if you did as your watch asked. “They know who I am.” Your secretary (clothed) murmurs. “If they know who I am, that’s hardly a surprise.” She pulls out the rest of the images, and they’re much the same, displaying images taken milliseconds apart. If you were to rapidly flick through them, you’d have an animation of her walking out of the spotlight. “Wha…what do you think they want?” “I know as little as I did a week ago.” “No suspicions at all?” “I thought we’d learn a lot more after Saturday.” $Megan nervously bites her lip. It’s rather adorable, really, seeing just how unnerved she is. “Then we have to figure out who’s behind this.” “Oh, $Megan.” You manufacture all the empathy you can. “Of course we will. We’ll find whoever’s behind this and make them apologize for screwing with both of us like this.” “Th-” she begins, her typical, chirpy demeanor tranquilized. “Thank you, Mr $Car.” $Megan sees herself out of your office, leaving you alone to celebrate. //They’re screwing with her, now!// You begin to do a small dance in $Megan’s blindspot. //This “admirer” saw I wasn’t playing ball, and have moved onto someone more cooperative. Poor, naive $Megan. She did it to herself, really.// [[UP<-...]]

“Good morning, Mr $Car.” “Morning, $Kelly.” <<if $Week1.Strip is 0>>The receptionist has nothing extra to offer - no mention of packages or peculiar guests. While it’s not even 9 yet, it’s still a positive sign that whoever had a crush on you has moved on.\ <<else>>The receptionist doesn’t have any kind of knowing grin about her, nor is her tone any different from usual. Given how fresh Saturday’s events are in your mind, there’s a weird discord of thoughts, and how you’re expected to act. What happened in the forest is something you won’t be forgetting for a long time, and yet so few people will ever know about it. Hopefully.<</if>> You jab the button to your floor, and just as the doors are about to close, your ascent is blocked by an arm barring the closure of the little box. Sensing the obstruction, the doors part, and you see that the limb belongs to Miss $Dessel. “Ah, good morning, $Jam.” She steps in beside you. \ <<if $Week1.Forest is 2 or $Week1.Forest is 3>>“Is it too soon to ask if you’ve heard anything more from your admirer?” “Nothing since Saturday.” She nods in acknowledgement. “Well, it’s still early.” <</if>>\ <<if ($Week1.Forest is 2 or $Week1.Forest is 3) and $Week1.Strip gt 0>>There’s a silence in the elevator, and you’re both unsure how to fill it. It’s surprising, however, that you’re tempted to. Just a week ago this woman ruined your life, and yet you want to have small-talk before getting into the office. Her presence seems to be indoctrinating you. “It was…fun. Getting to know you outside of the office, I mean.” You nod mutely. “Likewise.” “Perhaps if you get asked somewhere again, you might be inclined to go together?” “I’d prefer if whoever’s behind stopped these “gifts”.” “Right, of course.” She posits, her arms waving about uncertainly. //She seems flustered.// “Here’s our floor.” Miss $Dessel steps out first, and you follow.\ <<else>>“Did you get up to anything nice during the weekend?” “Not much. Yourself?” “I was so wiped out from the past week that I had to do something relaxing. I ended up going to a spar with a friend.” “A spa?” Given how hectic your own past 7 days have been, the idea is strangely appealing. “I tell you, my body hasn’t felt this free since I was a baby - or so I imagine. There was this one heavenly thing they did, right here.” Destroying any illusion of manufactured calm you might have, Miss $Dessel presses a finger into your side, slightly preferring the rear, and just below your ribs. Despite the initial shock of her touch, it feels amazing. “Are you feeling that?” “That is…” probably the single greatest sensation you’ve had since the last you had sex. While not quite as nice as $Kylie’s pussy, it’s great in its own way, and it probably won’t be ruining any marriages any time soon. “Pleasant.” “I can’t recommend it enough.” The elevator comes to a stop, and Miss $Dessel gets off first, marching towards her office. You follow suit.<</if>> <<if ($Week1.Forest is 1 or $Week1.Forest is 3) and $Week1.Strip gt 0>>“Good morning.” $Megan greets loudly, her enthusiasm from Saturday’s events not having dissipated. “Sir.” “Morning $Megan.” You stride past her pathetically small desk, hoping to avoid that enthusiasm manifesting as questions.\ <<elseif $Week1.Strip is 9>>“Good morning, sir.” $Megan greets. “If you say so.” You cough, striding past her pathetically small desk and to your office. Before you enter, however, something peripheral stops you. Unable to identify it, you glance around, searching for anything off. Still, nothing is out of order. //$Megan hasn’t done something to her hair. Did the cleaners do something to the paintings? No, the same one with the swans right beside the flower one.// For a moment, you think it might be something to do with Miss $Dessel, who you spot through the glass wall of her office. But she’s not new enough now that you should be caught off guard by her. Then it hits you. There’s no $Allen. “Where is he?” You ask $Megan, the fellow secretary. “I was concerned about that, too. He’s normally in right after me. Me must have got a puncture in his tyre.” She giggles cheekily. “Something like that.” Ordinarily, you wouldn’t complain about $Allen’s absence. You also don’t care much for his presence. Right now, though, after Saturday’s events, including the things you said to him, it’s alarming that he’s broken his streak of perfect attendance. “He’s not called to say he’s ill?” $Megan shakes her head. “He’d send me a personal message if it were something like that. My guess is that he’s seen an accident, or something like it, and he’s doing his best to help out. You know how kind he is.” That’s too much of a coincidence to believe in after you shattered his confidence last than 48 hours ago.\ <<else>>“Good morning, sir.” $Megan greets. “If you say so.” You cough, striding past her pathetically small desk and into your office.<</if>> <<if $Week1.Strip is 0>>Error\ <<elseif $Week1.Strip lte 3>>[[Day 2-1 Wore Panties<-...]]\ <<elseif $Week1.Strip lte 5>>[[Day 2-1 Megan Panties<-...]]\ <<elseif $Week1.Strip is 6>>Error\ <<elseif $Week1.Strip lte 9>>[[Day 2-1 Allen<-...]]\ <<elseif $Week1.Strip is 10>>[[Day 2-1 Henry<-...]]<</if>>

<<set $M to 45>>\ “Good morning, Mr $Car.” “Morning, $Kelly.” <<if $Week1.Strip is 0>>The receptionist has nothing extra to offer - no mention of packages or peculiar guests. While it’s not even 9 yet, it’s still a positive sign that whoever had a crush on you has moved on.\ <<else>>The receptionist doesn’t have any kind of knowing grin about her, nor is her tone any different from usual. Given how fresh Saturday’s events are in your mind, there’s a weird discord of thoughts, and how you’re expected to act. What happened in the forest is something you won’t be forgetting for a long time, and yet so few people will ever know about it. Hopefully.<</if>> You jab the button to your floor, and just as the doors are about to close, your ascent is blocked by an arm barring the closure of the little box. Sensing the obstruction, the doors part, and you see that the limb belongs to Miss $Dessel. "Oh, hello, $Jam." She steps into the box with you. <<if $Week1.Forest is 2 or $Week1.Forest is 3>>"I don't suppose you've heard any more from your "admirer", have you?" You shake your head, though she's not surprised. Whoever they are, they're working on their time, not yours. The elevator begins the journey properly, and the awkward silence doesn't get better as you approach your floor. And, crushingly, based on the sudden halt of movement, and the lights turning off, things are about to get worse.\ <<else>>“Did you get up to anything nice during the weekend?” “Not much. Yourself?” “I was so wiped out from the past week that I had to do something relaxing. I ended up going to a spar with a friend.” “A spa?” Given how hectic your own past 7 days have been, the idea is strangely appealing. “I tell you, my body hasn’t felt this free since I was a baby - or so I imagine. There was this one heavenly thing they did, right here.” Destroying any illusion of manufactured calm you might have, Miss $Dessel presses a finger into your side, slightly preferring the rear, and just below your ribs. Despite the initial shock of her touch, it feels amazing. “Are you feeling that?” “That is…” Before you come up with any description for the sensation, your heart sinks. The elevator has stopped. Not to let anyone in, but abruptly and between two floors. And the lights have joined the malfunctioning elevator, leaving the two of you drowning in darkness.<</if>> [[Day 2-1 Broken Elevator 2<-...]]

<<set $H to 10>>\ <<set $M to random(1, 50)>>\ <<if $DesselD.Week1Ask is 3>>"Flowers aren't my strong suit." "Really? I assumed you just wanted to appear casual about it." "You actually thought I knew about flowers?" "$Megan told me you were quite clued in about fashion. I didn't think it was an outrageous assumption." "I suppose. Well, I don't know why I ended up getting those ones. Something about them j-"\ <<elseif $DesselD.CarKnow is 3>>"What about your first car?" "Oh, geez." Miss $Dessel laughs. "I was so broke at the time that me and my roommate split the bill on a tiny Chester Reliable. 2nd hand. We must have racked up a thousand miles in the first month, just driving everywhere we possibly wanted. What about you?" "My fir-"\ <<elseif $Week1.Forest is 2 or $Week1.Forest is 3>>"And I don't suppose you've had any breakthroughs thinking about who could be behind the panties?" "Still have no clue." "What if were just some punk playing a prank?" "If I got my ha-"\ <<else>>"So...it's a nice office building, at least. When we're not left in between floors, that is." "Was your old building like this?" "It was a little taller, actually, though I have no idea what the total floor space was like in comparison." "This buildi-"<</if>> Miss $Dessel's phone, which was doing its best to imitate a lamp, finally decides its had enough, and shuts off. "Damn - there goes my battery." "Mine should be fully charged." <<if $Week1.Strip is 0>>"I wish you'd said that an hour ago." She chuckles. "One of these pockets." Bizarrely, finding your phone proves very hard in the complete absence of light, especially since your eyes adapted to the light from Melons Galore's makeshift torch. "Is that my wall-" "Shh!" Miss $Dessel hushes, and you can imagine her hand is raised to emphasize the order. "Do you hear that?" Barely on the cusp of being inaudible, there is a mechanical sound, almost like a scraping, coming from above you. Then there's a louder, opening sound. It's close by, but it's impossible to tell just how close. Just as loud, there's a thud, and then a sequential //thwack// as something drops on the floor beside your feet. "What was that?" "I don't know. Search for anything out of place." That part shouldn't be too hard. The only thing on the floor of the elevator for the past 2 hours has been you, Miss $Dessel, her bag, and her phone, pointing upwards. As clumsily as though you were searching for a lost pair of glasses, you sweep the floor with your hands, your sense of touch feeling more important than it ever has before. "Aha!" "Did you find it?" "I think so." There's something rattly beneath your right hand. It's long and thin, except for a bulkier middle section. Picking it up with both hands, you trace the outline and fondle the peculiar center portion. You're still clueless as to what it is, though you get a massive clue when it seems to leap from your grasp and onto your wrist, coiling around like a viper. Finally, the object reveals itself as a watch. A digital one, at that, and it quickly comes to life. [[Day 6 Watch 1<-...]]\ <<else>>"I wish you'd said that an hour ago." She chuckles. "One of these pockets." Bizarrely, finding your phone proves very hard in the complete absence of light, especially since your eyes adapted to the light from Melons Galore's makeshift torch. "Is that my wallet?" Before you pat on the correct pocket, a light beeping distracts you. "Do you hear that?" Miss $Dessel asks, confirming it's not some symptom of going crazy after being stuck in a cube like this. "Where's it coming from?" That same cube which has been holding you captive for several hours makes finding the sound's source difficult. It's as though the rhythmic sound bites being given off are echoing a hundred times, leaving you clueless as to the culprit. "Is that...?" "What?" "Your watch." Flicking your wrist upward, the sound is far closer now, confirming her suspicion. Tapping on the screen, it shuts off. [[Day 2-1 Broken Elevator 4<-...]]<</if>>

<<if $Var is 1>>\ "Alright, I suppose we might find something." Miss $Dessel nods in approval. "Good. We can take my car." Being reminded of her superior vehicle makes you consider backing out, but the more you consider what you might find, the stupider that sounds. After all, you can put up with Miss $Dessel for a few hours if it gets you something useful. <<if $Week1.Forest is 3>>Exiting your office, $Megan perks up at seeing you leaving with your boss. "Miss $Dessel; Mr $Car." Briefly, Miss $Dessel looks at you, doubtlessly considering the same thing you'd kill to avoid. You shake your head with vitriol. "Goodnight, $Megan." Before Miss $Dessel can offer any futile reasons why inviting $Megan is a good idea, you're around the corner and in front of the elevator. "Goodnight, $Megan." You overhear before your boss catches up to you as the elevator arrives.\ <<else>>Exiting your office, $Megan perks up at seeing you leaving with your boss. "Goodnight Miss $Dessel; Mr $Car." "Goodnight, $Megan."<</if>>\ <<elseif $Var is 2>>\ "No." "No?" She exclaims, clearly surprised by your response, so much so that she's unable to hide it. "Why?" "I've got better things to do with my time than wander about a forest for several hours looking for a forgotten camera. It didn't work out well for us on Saturday, remember?" "I thought it'd at least be worth a try." You shrug. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"<</if>> <<if $Var is 1>>[[Day 2-2 Dessel Investigate 3<-..][$Var to 0]]\ <<elseif $Var is 2>>[[Week 2 Leave<-...][$Var to 0]]<</if>>

After repeating the same exchange of goodbyes with $Kelly, you find yourself once again as the passenger in Miss $Dessel's car. As she drives away, you spy your F-Series, which looks pitiful by comparison. "Now, I know I wasn't there, but I have to ask: you're sure it was a spotlight?" "It was some sort of industrial light so powerful it light up a good 10x10." "And there's no chance it was actually a person holding a flashlight?" "No. I just told you it was powerful." "Look, I've seen plenty of incredibly bright flashlights online. You'd think it were impossible to have a torch like that, but it's not." "Well, it came from very high up, so unless a chipmunk figured out how to turn a flashlight like that on, it's probably a spotlight." "Okay." She replies calmly, clearly feeling like she may have been pushing a little too much. "I wish I'd have gone with you that night. It's not like my car actually had anything wrong with it." Now it's your time to ask the pointless questions. "You've not discovered anything missing?" "Nope. Though I did think about it some more. What if someone did try breaking into my car, but stopped when they realized it was locked?" "There were enough rocks around to break a window." "Sure, but maybe they wanted to be subtle. You know, take something that I wouldn't have noticed." You eye the car's interior, searching for anything that would fit the bill. There's a couple pens in a cup holder, one of which wouldn't be missed, but that hardly feels worth it. The same applies to the loose change at the base of the cupholder. "What about in there?" You point towards the glovebox. "Check it out yourself, if you want. I already looked and couldn't think of anything." Pulling on the handle, the small door opens smoothly and silently. //Damn beautiful G-Series.// Inside, there's a collapsible umbrella, a pair of gloves and a few loose documents. Hardly anything worth breaking into a car for. "What are these?" You shuffle through the papers. "Car insurance stuff, ID. That type of thing." "Hmm." They're somehow less valuable than the pens. Unfolding the top document, you give it a cursory scan, not finding anything informative - to you. Of course, that's not to say whatever theoretical person tried breaking in wouldn't have gotten something from them. "What if they wanted to know who you are?" "Who..." she ponders the idea for a moment, nodding in understanding. "I suppose they wouldn't have known who I am. Then again, can't you discover who owns a car just by the license plate?" "I think it's possible. The papers would probably be a little easier, though." After while longer of driving, you arrive in the exact same spot at the side of Hedersby Woods from Saturday. [[Day 2-2 Dessel Investigate 4<-...][$Var to 0]]

<<set $H to 17>>\ Though the sun is fading, it's still doing enough to illuminate the environment to warrant you observe your surroundings. It feels different from Saturday, remarkably so. There are a couple of cars driving on the road, and there's even a stationary one in the same makeshift parking lot you're in. "Shall we?" Miss $Dessel clicks her car locked. Twice. The journey through the forest is a lot easier when you can see where you're going. It's also nice that you don't have to hold a phone up to have //some// visibility. The serene walks brings back memories of similar moments with $Amy. She managed to rope you into pointless things like hikes before. Yet despite how pointless they were, you also enjoyed them, even without any forest sex. [img[Images/Forest Day 1.jpg]] "Ah!" Miss $Dessel, who's on a small dirt mound centered around a tree, finds something disagreeable crawling on her hand. She wafts it around frantically, and eventually uses her other hand as a brush to remove the insect. Her movements are so chaotic that she loses her balance completely, tumbling backward, spiralling through the air, before breaking her fall - with her face. Fortunately, the mud makes for a soft, if messy, landing. "Phaew!" She landed in such a way that if you scooted a little to your right, you might be able to see up her dress; it's already slipped up to past her mid thighs. Before you can subtly taking a peek, she clambers back to her feet, turning toward you from over the mound. "You might want to be careful." She laughs bitterly. "Got it." Miss $Dessel's dress is going to need a very insistent cleaner to remove the brown stains from the black fabric. Likewise, her formerly pristine heels might be considered irredeemable, though you're unsure how easy to wash they actually are. Most bothersome to her, though, is the large splash of mud that's carried to her face. "I can always take the lead, you know." She sighs heavily. "I've got it." "Got what? A makeover?" From beneath her top layer of mismatched foundation, you can spot a pained smile. Clearly, ruining her cultivated image of beauty and smarts by taking such a tumble is frustrating. You can empathize with that. At least, you might, if you weren't silently revelling in the moment. A week ago, when you first met Miss $Dessel, if you had known this moment were coming, you wouldn't have felt so bad. She breaks off a small branch from a bush, and plucks individual leaves to use as wipes. For her dress, she's content just getting the splodges off. Her face gets a lot more care. Her makeup goes with the discarded leaves, but almost all the mud joins it, except for one particularly annoying brown spot next to her lip that she seems not to notice. "You've got a little bit left." "Where?" You point to the very same spot on your own face. Somehow, she misconstrues the warning, and tries scratching the complete other side of her lip. "Gone?" "No, the other side." "Where, here?" She's closer this time, but still misses the mark, and now the mud is really festering in your mind. You'd never quite noticed how beautiful she was before until something came along to disrupt it. [[Day 2-2 Dessel Investigate 5<-Remove it yourself][$Var to 1]] [[Day 2-2 Dessel Investigate 5<-Hand her your phone][$Var to 2]]

<<set $H to 19>>\ <<if $Var is 1>>"Here." You step within a pace of her and use the thumb of your dominant hand to softly wipe away the stray mud. Miss $Dessel, though seemingly shocked that you'd help her out directly, seems appreciative. "I...uh, thank you, $Jam." She coughs, tugging at the collar of her dress. "Shall we," she looks away towards the direction of the cabin. "You know, go over there, now?" "Sure."\ <<elseif $Var is 2>>"Here." You pull out your phone and open up the camera, handing it to Miss $Dessel to use as a mirror. "Oh, thank you." With the assistance that your words apparently didn't provide she's able to remove the last speck of dirt. "Let's get to that cabin before I make a fool of myself again."<</if>> The rest of the journey is noticeably slower thanks to your boss not wanting to make a fool of herself again. $Amy never made a mistake like that, but she never did wear heels on these trips either. <hr> \ [img[Images/Cabin 1.jpg]] "So that's the cabin." Miss $Dessel remarks once you're a dozen meters away. "Just as I said it was." You march forward until you're right outside it, gazing up to the giant trees. The darkness on Saturday really didn't do them justice. At a guess, the canopies are 40 meters above the ground. But on one of them slightly to the left of the approaching path, about 15 meters up, there's the light which assaulted you 2 and a half days ago. It's also exactly like what you imagined it to be, with a circular front held in place by a square frame around the hefty tree. "They didn't take it with them." "How on earth could they put it up in the first place? It must have required a huge ladder." "No kidding." There's a commotion from inside the cabin, and for a moment your heart has to work overtime to compensate for your brain's excitement. Unthought out hopes that whoever's behind your torment will appear are dispelled quickly when a gentleman dressed in an ugly dark cream and green uniform appears from inside. "Evening." He curtly nods in yours and Miss $Dessel's direction, turning around to lock the cabin. You and her exchange a glance, understanding that this might be the break you're looking for. "Excuse me." "Yes?" He replies, clearly tired but still wanting to be polite. "I was curious about that light up there." Miss $Dessel points to the offending article. "Curious about what, exactly?" "Well, what's it for?" She shrugs. "And how on earth do you turn it on?" "Has it been there a while?" You add, wanting to make sure. "That thing's been up there years. Made sure to get a real good one so we didn't have to replace the bulb often." He turns around, his keys still in the shed door, to better explain his point. "Sometimes we have to work late at night," he motions to the area which would be lit up by the spotlight. "Helps us to see what's going on, and where the cabin is if we have to get something." "And to turn it on?" "We've got a remote for it." "How's it connected to any kind of power?" The man now seems to be enjoying expounding on the details of his career, as if his work is finally appreciated by someone. "There's a brick of a battery connected to it." He tries to spy the small box, but from the ground it's impossible. "Only needs changing about once a year." "I see." "I don't suppose there's been anything weird going in the past week, has there?" "With the light?" "Anything, really." "You're awful curious about this." "We're..." Miss $Dessel glances at you, quickly trying to create an excuse. "Looking to set up a light like that in our garden." She leans a little closer to you in an attempt to sell the lie. You nod in agreement, putting on a smile that even you're proud of the believability of. He shrugs innocently. "Well, we did spot something weird yesterday." "Yes?" [img[Images/Forest Day 2.jpg]] The man waves you over to a tree on the opposite side of the cabin's approach to the spotlight. There's nothing on this one, however. Maybe there was a light here, too. "You see those marks?" The man points to two identical spots dug into the ground about a foot out from the tree. They're rectangular, and run parallel to each other. "A ladder was here." "And there shouldn't have been?" "It's not illegal," he shrugs. "But none of us could figure out why someone would want to climb up a tree like that; these aren't the type you climb." "Kids, huh." You grumble convincingly. "It wasn't one of your ladders, was it?" Miss $Dessel nods toward the shed. "Couldn't have been. We keep the cabin locked." She looks at you with an expression you've never seen before. It's the type of grin you'd get from $Henry, when he wanted to know if you were going to hit on a waitress or not. //If you're going to say something more, now's your chance.// You simply shrug. "If you need suggestions for lights, I can find out what brand that one is." "Oh, it's okay. Thank you." Miss $Dessel heads toward the path you came from as the man returns to his evening routine of locking up. [[Day 2-2 Dessel Investigate 6<-...][$Var to 0]]

<<set $DesselD.R += 1>>\ It's not an answer you're happy for, but it's still better than what you had a day ago. Even at your most pessimistic, you can recognize that. Miss $Dessel seems to agree, based on how she's forgotten about her mud tumble. Back in the enviable comfort of her car, you review what you've got. [img[Images/Dessel Car Interior.jpg]] "So," she begins as she pulls out. "We know that the light wasn't set up by your admirer." "But on the second tree, the one with the ladder marks at the base of, there must have been a camera." "And your admirer has been back since Saturday to collect it." In retrospect, it would have been a great idea to stake out the forest. "What does that tell us about them?" "They must have a van, or bigger, to haul a ladder big enough for those trees." "I'm not so sure." "Why not?" "That man, what would you call him, a forest ranger? He said they had ladders in the cabin." "He also said they keep it locked." "Well, he's going to say that." Miss $Dessel replies skeptically. "But even considering that, can you really discount that your admirer couldn't pick locks? Shed's aren't known for their security, either." "Hmm." Come to think of it, your came across the shed's lack of security on Saturday. "It wasn't locked before, either." "So they //definitely// can pick locks." "That, or they have a set of keys." "This is a long shot," she laughs. "But have you ever wronged a park ranger in the past?" "I don't think I'd ever met a park ranger before today." "And you've never helped a bear and his small companion steal a picnic basket?" "Huh?" "Nevermind," she shakes her head. Upon reflection, this really doesn't seem that useful. "So we know they set up a ladder? That helps us how - we know they're not in a wheelchair?" Miss $Dessel is silent a moment. "How many times does Hedersby Woods come up in conversation?" "Unless you own a dog...not a lot." "And definitely not if you live in another city." "Sure." "So they must live in the city." "I suppose." In actuality, everyone you'd suspected of being behind this already lived in the city. "Or did at one point." //Yep, this really has been a waste of time.// "Do you know anyone who owns a camera?" "My ex did. She would sometimes take pictures if we went on walks like that." Sadly, $Amy isn't a new suspect in this, but it's still difficult to believe that she's behind this. Besides, buying a camera is something you can believe $Henry would do just to fuck with you. Similarly, you could believe Miss $Dessel or $Megan own a camera, whilst $Allen could easily be into something artistic like photography. "How long has she been your ex?" "About...a few months." "Oh. I'm sorry." She rushes to apologize, her voice dropping in volume. Though it's not painful to talk about, it's not exactly fun. Thankfully, you arrive in parking lot of your office before long. "I'll see you tomorrow." Meandering back to your car, it might as well be a trike in comparison to Miss $Dessel's G-Series. [[Home<-...][$H to 21]]

<<set $H to 11>>\ <<if $Week1.Strip is 4 or $Week1.Strip is 5>>Later on, though not later enough that you haven't forgotten about the incident earlier, you get a call on your office phone.\ <<else>>At some point during the work day, you get a call on your office phone.<</if>> \ Why you have one in the first place is something you were never able to figure out, and were it not for regulations you probably would have unplugged it and shoved it in a cupboard. For once, it seems like it might be useful for something. "Mr $Car?" "$Kelly. Did you decide to give me a call like this since I refuse to give you my number?" She's normally eager to throw back your empty flirting like a ball on a trampoline. Right now, she's not interested. "Would you be able to come down to reception?" "Is something wrong?" "It's-I think it'll be easier if you come down yourself." "Alright." You toss the phone back onto the base-thing before heading to the elevator. This is the only time you've been summoned like this. Either it's going to be something great - like a security guard catching your admirer spying on you - or something terrible. //But what would it be that $Kelly is telling me for? It's not like she'd be firing me.// [[Day 2-3 Kylie Test 2<-...]]

When the elevator stops, and before the heavy doors even open, you can tell it's part of the latter. There's an adult woman shouting, and it's coming awful close to screaming. When the doors open a slither and you can recognize the voice, the elevator's dashboard of buttons has the temptation of 15 minutes alone whilst your girlfriend showers. And speaking of girlfriends, the yelling is coming from the person creditable for ruining your relationship. $Kylie. <<if $Week2.Fall is 0>>"There you are." "Here I am."\ <<else>>"About ti-what the hell happened to your head?" $Kylie points to the ugly bruise you're now sporting. "I got into a fight." "With who? Have you been fucking any other sister in laws?"<</if>> $Kelly looks at you with a mix of sympathy - the next 15 minutes are going to suck for you, aren't they? - and frustration - could you not have this conversation elsewhere? "Is there a reason we couldn't have this conversation over the phone?" "You don't take me seriously. If I have to show up to your office to get your attention, I will." "So what do you want?" "How about you take some responsibility, for a start?" A man, who'd been silent beside to $Kylie until now, speaks up. "And you are?" "He's my boyfriend. Of course you wouldn't know that." "You're lucky I don't bust your nose up for tricking my girlfriend into sleeping with you." "I'd hardly consider having a big dick tricking someone." You scoff. "You better shut your mouth." "Funny. I was saying the opposite to $Kylie a month ago." He takes a quick step in your direction, but gets stopped by $Kylie's outstretched arm. "Ryan, I've got this." Based on how easily he was halted, he most likely knows you'd mess him up if he actually got into a fight. With abundant cameras, as there always are in such big offices, you know better that to strike first. From out of her handbag, $Kylie pulls out a thin, transparent box. "Here." She hands it to you. "It's a DNA testing kit." "You're serious?" Cracking open the clasp, it would appear she is. Inside, there's a pair of swabs accompanied by a small, sealable bag, as well as a tightly folded piece of paper. "You just wipe it inside your mouth." Though you're smart enough to know that a woman can't get pregnant just from a load being spewed on her tits, the testing kit in your hands makes it seem somehow possible. "Well? I'm waiting." [[Day 2-3 Kylie Test 3<-Swab your mouth][$Var to 1]] [[Day 2-3 Kylie Test 3<-Refuse][$Var to 2]]

<<if $Var is 1>>You shake your head, feeling like you're pretending the little girl's tea party actually has filled cups and delicious cake. [img[Images/DNA Swab.jpg]] The swab sticks are just like cotton buds, though a little longer. You fuzzy side of one is rubbed along the inside part of your cheeks. "You want some tongue on this one? Or was last month enough for you?" Ryan makes another pointless move, but stops himself before $Kylie can even get an arm up. You then pop the stick into the small bag, fuzzy, now exonerating, side first. "Is that all?" You offer $Kylie the box, which she readily takes. "That's all." She nudges her boyfriend, whose dick couldn't possibly compare to yours, and they begin to leave together. Something about seeing $Kylie, though, makes you recall just how terribly things ended with $Amy. It's tempting to ask how she's doing. [[Day 2-3 Kylie Test 4<-Ask][$Var to 1]] her about $Amy [[Day 2-3 Kylie Test 4<-Let her leave][$Var to 2]]\ <<elseif $Var is 2>>"I'm not doing that." "You better, buddy." $Kylie fumbles the catch of the DNA kit as you throw it at her. "No I don't." You head to the elevator, stopping while you're still in sight of $Kylie, Ryan and $Kelly. "I'm heading back to my office now. If they stay here a moment longer," you direct $Kelly, "call security." The elevator is still on the ground floor, which makes heading back to your floor much less awkward than it would if you had to wait. "You're gonna regret this." Ryan claims as he leaves. $Kylie gives you a similarly unthreatening stare. [[Week 2 Office<-...][$H to $H + 1, $Var to 0]]<</if>>

<<set $Week2.Test to 1>>\ <<if $Var is 1>>\ <<set $Week2.AskedHowAmy to 1>>\ "How is she?" The //she// in question is likely not understand by Ryan or $Kelly, but it seems to click with $Kylie. "I haven't really talked to her. I've tried, but..." she shrugs. "Has she given you the cold shoulder, too?" "She messaged me a week ago. It wasn't really a conversation." $Kylie nods, seeming to understand your situation. "My Dad told me she's living with him. I think she's doing a little better." $Kylie waves the box. "Thanks for this." She takes her leave the with the stone faced boyfriend.\ <<elseif $Var is 2>>You watch the duo walk out of sight. Hopefully, this means that you won't have to deal with $Kylie ever again. More likely, she'll say you did the test wrong and need to redo it. How many repititions it'll take before she gives up entirely is a different question, but 5 minutes of your time every week is a small price to pay if she leaves you alone after a month.<</if>> You turn to $Kelly, who's pretending to get on with work. "I'm not going to ask." It might be a good idea to excuse this whole ordeal to $Kelly. Right now, you're a little on edge, and seeming annoyed isn't going to help when you claim $Kylie's full of it. [[Week 2 Office<-...][$H to $H + 1, $Var to 0]]

<<set $H to 14>>\ [img[Images/Office.jpg]] $Megan, unbeknownst to you, trails you inside your office, closing the door behind her manually. "Sir? I need to talk to you about something." "What is it?" It's tempting to make a joke about what coffee you'd prefer beforehand, but her tone is different from normal. Not that you're intimidated by the shift, of course, but you might as well hear what she has to say first. "//Your// admirer. After I got those photos on Monday morning, I had a letter waiting at my house." "From-" "-Yep." She nods. "What did it say?" "There were a few things." She shrugs. "But the main thing was telling me to take a picture of you in a pair of panties." The watch mentioned $Megan would be helping your admirer, but why your admirer thought she'd actually play along is another thing. "He didn't get what he wanted on Saturday, so now he's going to plan B." "Sir," $Megan begins, breaking off immediately. "//He// knows where I live." You give her an expression of "why should I care?" A couple letters can't be any more annoying than door to door salesmen. "And it's not just me, either. I don't want to put $Laura in danger." "Danger? What makes you think anyone's in danger?" "Mr $Car - $Jam." She pauses, lowering her voice and taking a step closer to you. "Please. I know it's a lot to task, but I don't want anything to happen to her." "Nothing's going to happen to her, or you. Or me, either." "I'd like to believe that, but I just don't know anymore." $Megan's probably in this position because you asked her to wear her panties back in the cabin. While it was her own, stupid decision to do so, helping her out here might be both the moral and pragmatic thing to do. While there's little reason to care about the former, if she's indebted to you, she just might up her blowjob game. "Please?" [[Day 2-3 Megan Panties Yes<-Agree]] [[Day 2-3 Megan Panties No<-Decline]]

"-did I just walk in on?" You frantically scramble to your feet, lunging over to the threshold of the room in order to pull $Henry inside. If he were a few pounds lighter, he'd probably be tumbling over your desk. As quickly as it opened, you slam the door shut before anyone can glance inside. "Didn't anyone teach you to knock?" $Henry nods sarcastically. "How about you explain why you're wearing //that//, and were kneeling in front of your secretary, and then I'll tell you who taught me about room entering etiquette?" "Anyone could have seen inside," you pry the blinds open slightly at the level of your eyes, checking that nobody was, in fact, close enough to catch a glimpse of you in panties. "It's kind of hard to explain." $Megan replies to $Henry's questions, looking just as flustered as you. "You can tell me, sweetie. He's into it, isn't he?" "NO I AM NOT!" You yell, ready to smash some of the shelves of your office if much else goes wrong today. Before Miss $Dessel decides to add her presence to the party, you put on your pants. <<if $HenryD.Week1 isnot 10 or visited("Week 1 Henry Nothing") or visited("Week 1 Boys Nothing")>>"What is it, then? Your girlfriend breaks up with you, I don't catch you for a month, and now I find out your secretary is sticking her feet in your mouth." He laughs. "Hell, is this the real reason $Amy broke up with you?" "No, it's not." You exhale. "This fucker is trying to mess with me, and...long story short, $Megan needed to take a picture of me in the panties." "Screw shortening it; give me the full story." "That's the best you're getting."\ <<else>>"Wait a minute - is this to do with the panties you mentioned? Your //admirer//?" "Yes, dumbass."<</if>> "Mr $Car is trying to help me out, $Henry." $Megan steps in. "He's doing me a favor." Her attempt at taking responsibility won't convince $Henry, who knows you barely listen to a word she says. "I need catching up at some point." He scoffs, itching his chin, presumably in an attempt to chisel away the smile plastered on his face. "What exactly did you come here for?" "Can't a man check up on his friend?" It sure is suspicious timing, but you're too irritated to question him further. "Those pictures will do." You instruct $Megan, nodding towards the door. "Of course, sir. Thank you." She exits quietly. "//Now// can I get the full story?" "Go, $Henry. I'm not dealing with this right now." "Aww, too turned on by those panties you've got on?" You glare at him with surprising fury. It even manages to drag his grin down to something tolerable. "Alright, but I expect to be told exactly what I walked in on at some point. Don't make me ask around the office just what's been going on." His taunt doesn't get a reaction from you. Finally, he gets the hint and leaves. Alone, you're wishing you choose to do the sensible thing and told $Megan no. Whilst regretting your choices, you get dressed. [[Week 2 Office<-...]]

"No." "But si-" "No, $Megan. That's my final answer." She's desperate to argue further. In her eyes there's a pleading that makes her dick-sucking acting immediately unbelievable. With a mute nod, she trudges out of your office. Of course, a dramatic exit wouldn't be worthwhile, since you can see her just a couple feet from your door. [[Week 2 Office<-...]]

"Alright." "You will? Thank you, sir!" She exclaims, wasting no time in pulling the office's blinds down. "What was the exact wording from the letter? "Just" the panties?" "Well, not quite." "I'm listening." $Megan hesitates. "Kneeling." "You want me to kneel?" You baulk, feeling more outraged at that aspect than the panties. "Not me. The letter." "I don't suppose you have the letter with you, do you?" She shakes her head. It's not that you don't believe her, but you might be able to pick up a couple things that she missed. In disbelief that you actually agreed to this, you remove your clothing. \ <<if $Clothes.Panties gt 0>>At least you don't have to change your underwear. "I actually brought some in case you didn't have the ones from before, but-" she breaks off, not wanting to finish the sentence after seeing on edge you are anyway.\ <<else>>"I brought these for you." From out her handbag, $Megan reveals a pair of panties. Pink - just like the ones from a week ago. You take them without, feeling more emasculated with each second.<</if>> "Alright. Do you want to get into position?" $Megan stands ready herself, phone prepared to capture the sight. "You owe me for this." "Of course, sir. Anything." You kneel like a monk, or at least, how you imagine they kneel. Your legs are at 60 degree angle, and your palms rest on top of them. $Megan's phone either isn't working, (hopefully), or more likely, it's silent. She could have a dozen images of you sat submissively, or hundreds. Really, the first is the problematic one, and every added one is seasoning. "Can you put your hands behind your head?" Previously, your face was impressively indifferent to the humiliation in an effort to retain //some// control. Now, you're unapologetically annoyed. "Behind my head? Did the letter ask for that? Or is this your idea?" "Well, it said posed humiliatingly." "I'm sure this is enough." "It's not much more on top of the kne-" Without warning, the door flies open so violently that it smashes against the wall. "Where's Taint Li-" "\ <<linkreplace "What">>\ <<linkreplace "The">>\ <<linkreplace "Fuck">>[[Day 2-3 Megan Panties Henry<-...]]<</linkreplace>>\ <</linkreplace>>\ <</linkreplace>>\ "

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<<widget "Day3a">>\ <<set $M to 30>>\ <<OpenDoor>> “New message received.” “What does $Henry want now?” “Not $Henry. $Amy2 .” //Amy.// Your cold heart pounds faster at the very thought of a message from her. As much as you hate that, you also can’t //not// open it. A part of you longs to hear that she can accept that you cheated on her. Another part also wishes that the message is little more than a “fuck you”. That way, you’d feel less bad about mentally reducing her to a lengthy mistake. Given the words exchanged during your last conversation, which nearly devolved into violence, your money is on the latter. “What does it say?” ““I’m sorry for the things I said before, but I can’t forgive you for what happened. Maybe some day you’ll realize just how heartless you were. I hope you do. But I need to find someone who doesn’t need to convince themself to love me.”” “Would you like to dictate a response?” Tapping your fingers on the steering wheel, you stare daggers into the car ahead, losing focus entirely until the horn of the rear car blares you back to reality. [[Day 3 Actual<-“I’m sorry…][$AmyD.Week1 to 1, $VarEvent += 1]] [[Day 3 Actual<-“Go fuck yourself…][$AmyD.Week1 to 2, $VarEvent += 1]] [[Day 3 Actual<-Don’t reply][$AmyD.Week1 to 3, $VarEvent += 1]] <</widget>> <<widget "Day3b">>\ You choke on the words before even beginning. <<if $AmyD.Week1 is 1>>“I’m sorry for what I did. While I hope you can one day forgive me, I understand if you can’t.” “Message sent.” $Bethany confirms, and a wave of relief catharsis washes over you. //Good things happen to good people.// “Do you expect $Amy2 to reply?” “She won’t. I don’t even know if I’ll see her again.”\ <<elseif $AmyD.Week1 is 2>>“Go fuck yourself, cunt.” You yell, annoyed that the text won’t convey the anger in your voice. “Bitch.” “Message sent.” $Bethany confirms, causing an added wave of anger to wash over you, like a layer of protection from self reflection and guilt. “Do you expect $Amy2 to reply?” “She won’t. I don’t even know if I’ll see her again.”\ <<elseif $AmyD.Week1 is 3>>“Nevermind.” “Are you certain?” “Yes.” You yell, wishing the inquisitive AI had an off button closeby. “Understood.”<</if>> At the very least, the nagging thoughts over $Amy ‘s message manage to distract you from the mysterious gift you got yesterday. <hr> \ “Good morning, Mr $Car.” “Morning, $Kelly.” Jabbing the button for your floor, you wonder if this going to be yet another day of minimal work. [[Day 3 Actual<-...][$VarEvent += 1]] <</widget>> <<widget "Day3c">>\ <<set $H to 12, $M to 0>>\ [img[Images/Office.jpg]] “Sir?” $Megan meekly calls, her head peaking out a slither through the thin gap of door and the threshold. “What would you like for lunch?” Shook back to reality, you realize that your computer has been off for the past four hours, and the most activity you’ve done since the working day began is catalogue the inventory of your office with your eyes. Dozens of times. [[Day 3 Actual<-Ask for whatever][$VarEvent += 1, $Var to 1]] [[Day 3 Actual<-Ask for a blowjob][$VarEvent += 1, $Var to 2]] <</widget>> <<widget "Day3dLunch">>\ You murmur something uninspired, and $Megan seems to get the hint as she exits your room, scurrying off to the direction of the elevator. “She lost her right to make me so distracted when she left me. So why am I so bothered by her still?” You absent mindedly tuck into the generic meal once $Megan returns with it. “I’ve never been so bothered by a woman before. Why is she so different?” Wiping your mouth with the napkin that $Megan ensures she gets for you, you toss the crumbs of the meal in the trash. “Sex with her wasn’t even that good!” [[Day 3 Actual<-...][$VarEvent += 1]]<</widget>> <<widget "Day3dBlowjob">>\ “I can’t get any work done.” You answer, swivelling your body around, as if encouraging her to come forward. “I’d be happy to help you concentrate.” She answers, fitting the rest of her sexy body through the doorway and walking to within a meter of you, in front of your desk. With the blinds open, there’s a risk that someone might see what’s going on. Thankfully, that risk is minimized by the desk obscuring any potential views of $Megan. If there’s anything peculiar to be spotted, it’ll be your face, or the pair of heels peeking out beneath the desk. Your secretary wastes no time in unbuckling your belt, and then pulling down your pants. <<if $Clothes.Panties is -1>>Carefully adjusting your boxers to beneath your balls, she gets to work.\ <<elseif $Clothes.Panties is 1 and $MeganD.Knowledge is 1>>“Are those the panties from yesterday?” You immediately feel defensive, as if $Megan somehow has a right to make you feel uneasy. “Yes.” The lone word, bolstered with all the confidence you can muster, seems to convince her that it isn’t a weird choice. Nodding her head to the side, she shrugs and continues her task, adjusting the panties to come up just beneath your balls.\ <<elseif $Clothes.Panties is 1>>She stares at your crotch, a blank expression across her face. A lot more blank than usual, somehow. Her eyes flicker up to yours, and you now notice the furrowed lines of confusion across her forehead. “Were you out of clean boxers?” In your confusion, you’d apparently forgotten about your choice in underwear, and there’s no way to easily escape the situation. $Megan has seen you in a pair of panties, and by her look, she doesn’t know whether to feel sympathy, or if it’d be better to laugh. “Yes.” You blurt out. “Yes, I was out of clean underwear.” Hopefully she’s convinced, because you could certainly do without rumors about your panty wearing be spread throughout the office. She smiles, perhaps convinced, before adjusting the soft material to rest just below your balls.\ <<elseif $Clothes.Panties is 2>>She stares at your crotch, a blank expression across her face. A lot more blank than usual, somehow. Her eyes flicker up to yours, and you now notice the furrowed lines of confusion across her forehead. “They were nice panties.” She remarks, seeing the white panties that just a day ago she considered hers. “I’m still feeling distracted.” You cough, encouraging her to return to the task. “Right, sorry sir.” She adjusts the soft material to rest just beneath your balls.<</if>> Alarmingly, you’re almost as disinterested in the blowjob as you were your work. Almost. $Amy ‘s message, coupled with the nasty hits on Monday and Tuesday of not being promoted, and the peculiar package, cause your inability to concentrate on something as rudimentary as receiving pleasure. “Any time today, $Megan.” You sigh, hoping she picks up the pace, starts going deeper, or simply drools a little more. Right now, you’re in zero mood for foreplay. <hr> \ As she typically does, $Megan doesn’t even bother to show off what she does with the cum once she’s done. In a single gulp, the load disappears from her closed mouth and travel down to her stomach. “That’ll be all.” [[Day 3 Actual<-...][$VarEvent += 1]] <</widget>> <<widget "Day3e">>\ <<set $H to 17, $M to 0>>\ [img[Images/Office floor.jpg]] Suffice to say, you don’t manage to do anything remotely productive during the afternoon either, and so when the clock strikes 5, you’re non plussed. “Hello, sir.” $Megan smiles. \ <<if visited("Day 3 Blowjob") and $TPanties is 1>>Though she tries to be subtle, her glance towards your crotch, however brief, makes it clear her mind has been on the panties you’re wearing.\ <<elseif visited("Day 3 Blowjob")>>Her breath probably still smells of cum, so you make sure not to get too close.<</if>> [[Day 2 Dessel<-Approach]] Miss $Dessel [[Day 2 Megan<-Talk to]] $Megan [[Day 2 Allen<-Talk to]] $Allen <<Week1Leave>> <</widget>> <<widget "Day3End">>\ “Welcome back, sexy. No new messages.” <<if $AmyD.Week1 is 1>>“Just as I said.” As much as you would have been willing to bet on the inevitability of not receiving a reply, it still pains you.\ <<elseif $AmyD.Week1 is 2>>“Just as I said.” Given your reply, it certainly isn't a surprise.\ <<elseif $AmyD.Week1 is 3>>$Amy surely knows you’ve received her message. Naturally, there’s no “good” response, however.<</if>> “I was thinking more on $Amy ‘s nickname.” “Were you?” You ask with the same tiredness of a parent entertaining their child’s 50th question of the day. “On what, exactly?” <<if $AmyD.Week1 is 1>>“Since you apologized to her, perhaps it would be an appropriate idea to change her nickname to something less spiteful.” “I’ll take that into consideration.” You wonder if the AI is smart enough to pick up on the same tone a boss would give a new employee’s suggestion that would “revolutionize” the business.\ <<elseif $AmyD.Week1 is 2>>“After your message to her earlier, it might be appropriate to make her nickname even more representative of your feelings towards her.” “Get on with it.” “How about “Smelly “$Amy2 “.” “Smelly $Amy2 ?” You cringe. “I also considered “Ugly $Amy2 ” “Disgusting $Amy2 ” and “Skunk-like $Amy2 ”.” “Those might need some more thought put into them.” You roll your eyes.\ <<elseif $AmyD.Week1 is 3>>“Since you chose not to message her earlier, perhaps you should change her nickname to something more indicative of your desire to move on.” “Like?” ““Whisper.” - To indicate her minimal presence in your life. Also consider “Tuft”.” “This is a nickname for a person, $Bethany, not a race horse.”<</if>> [[Home<-Return home]] <</widget>>

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<<widget "Day4a">>\ “No new messages received.” “Great.” //Finally, life seems to be getting back to normal.// “Would you like me to create a message for you to reply to in order to practice communicating?” “What? I don’t need any help communicating, $Bethany.” There’s a brief pause which you mistakenly take as your AI assistant giving up. “Searching through 10,877 messages with $Amy, I have found 45 accusations or jokes implying that you communicate poorly.” “That’s just with relationships. Or $Amy, at least.” “I understand.” “Good.” //I swear, she’s getting dumber by the day. I’d have to get a new car if she ever picked up behavior from $Megan.// [[Day 4 Actual<-...][$VarEvent += 1]] <</widget>> <<widget "Day4b">>\ <<set $H to 9, $M to 0>>\ Exiting your car, walking into, through, and out of the reception, then boarding and riding up in the elevator, you’re startled by just how sexy you look in the mirror of the moving box. Your suit is impeccable, and the body beneath seems to be the exact perfect size for showing off the opulent, and pridefully overpriced blazer and shirt. Your tailor did a good job, as they should. They get paid enough themself. Your hair is looking good, though not great. $Amy’s departure threw your schedule out of whack, and you can’t immediately recall when you last got a haircut. Too long, though. Underneath your eyes, however, is something concerning. “Are those bags?” You gulp heavily. “No - I’m not that stressed!” Alone in the elevator, you don’t hesitate to punch the wall. “Stupid body. I’m not stressed at all!” Once the elevator stops at your floor, you’re for once happy to stop seeing your reflection. //I just need to use more moisturizer, that’s all. Maybe some new brands, too.// “Good morning, sir.” //Fuck off, slut.// You close your office door behind you. Though you insist the bags will simply go away, or that the elevator’s lighting was poor, and therefore the image of you was inaccurate, you’re unable to think of much else. It’s going to be another day of little work. <<if $DesselD.Week1Ask is 3 or $DesselD.CarKnow is 3>>[[Day 4 Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 11]]\ <<elseif $MeganD.Knowledge is 1>>[[Day 4 Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 6]]\ <<else>>[[Day 4 Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 3]]<</if>> <</widget>> <<widget "Day4Alone3">>\ <<set $H to 12>>\ There’s a knock at your door, distracting you from being distracted. $Megan opens it, poking her head into the room. "Mr $Car, you have another package." She states almost suspiciously. $Megan is just as aware as you are that you don't have things delivered to the office. However, she doesn't know that you never ordered them in the first place. Stepping to the side, $Megan lets the same man in from Tuesday. "Just this, Mr $Car." He places the even smaller box down on the far side of your desk. Its length and width are close enough to the prior package, though the thickness is signficantly different; it's the type of box a necklace would be contained in before being gifted. Somehow you just know this //isn't// a necklace. As politely as he arrived, he leaves, and $Megan shuts the door behind him. //Minimalistic. Again.// “Mr $Jam $Car.” The shipping note describes, as well as your office location. [[Day 4 Actual<-Open the package][$VarEvent to 4]] <</widget>> <<widget "Day4Alone4">>\ <<Minutes>>\ You slide it over, giving it another cursory glance, and then dig in, tearing the protective paper to uncover a cardboard box similar to the one from before. This one is flatter, though - flat enough to rule out any suspicions that it’s another item of lingerie. Shimmying the lid off, you see another card, just like the one in the previous package. This incarnation is a little more ornate, however, and you get the impression it’s the focus of the “gift”, as opposed to being an accompanying item. Lifting it up, you read the fancy writing. “-63.35529, -57.232939” “Saturday. 11pm” “Bring your gift” “Your Secret Admirer” You reread the writing several times. “Those must be coordinates.” [[Day 4 Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 5]] <</widget>> <<widget "Day4Alone5">>\ <<Minutes>>\ Typing away on your keyboard with more alacrity than you’ve shown towards any work in recent memory, you input the coordinates, double checking them, and then click enter. The images at the top of the webpage display a dense forest, and navigating to a map, you discover where exactly the coordinates point to. “That’s by the side of Hedersby Woods.” You murmur, running a quick directions program. “About 20 minutes away.” The note definitely was customized to you. Still struggling to make sense of the coordinates, you return to the note. "Saturday. 11pm” “It’s going to be pitch black by then, and not even on a Saturday is there going to be anyone else around; the forest is far too big to run into anyone.” An uneasy feeling of danger causes a shiver to run down your spine. //If I were the type of man to get scared, I’d imagine I’d be feeling it right now.// "Bring your gift” “That must be the panties. Why would I need to bring them?” <<if $MeganD.Day2Panties is 2>>“It doesn’t matter much anyway. I “gave” them to $Megan. I wonder if her panties would work.” <</if>>\ “Your Secret Admirer” “Still no hint as to who it could be.” You tut, tossing the card onto the desk. “If this is one of $Henry ‘s pranks, he’s sure running to the moon with it.” You consider, though it is a stretch. Were it him, he probably would have sent a taunting message by now; he wouldn’t be able to help himself. With no more hints available on the card or box, no matter how much you turn them over, there’s little choice. If you want to know more about this “admirer”, you’re going to have to go to the coordinates, and await whatever they have in store. [[Day 4 Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 25]] <</widget>> <<widget "Day4Megan6">>\ <<set $H to 12>>\ There’s a knock at your door. “Um, sir?” $Megan begins, opening the door slightly. “You’ve got another package.” “Another?” You cry, eyes opened in disbelief. $Megan nods. “Just by the wrapping alone, I can guess who it’s from.” //My Secret Admirer.// She takes it from the delivery man, and brings it into your office, placing it on the center of the desk. “I assume you’ve not found anything else out about who exactly it is.” She asks, as though it were delivered to the two of you, not just you specifically. “No, I’ve not.” You sigh. A part of you hoped that it was just a bizarre mix up, but a second package can’t be a coincidence. “Well? Are you going to open it then?” She asks, notably more eager than you are. [[Day 4 Actual<-Open it][$VarEvent to 8]] [[Day 4 Actual<-Tell her to leave, then open it][$VarEvent to 7]] <</widget>> <<widget "Day4Megan7">>\ <<Minutes>>\ “I’ll open it, but in the privacy of //my// office.” “Sir?” She asks, sounding heartbroken enough to do a rarely seen “puppy eyes” show. “You heard me, $Megan. It’s addressed to me, and so I’m going to be opening it. Alone.” The woman gulps. “Of course, sir.” She replies, returning her voice to the familiar volume you’re used to hearing, and her tone to the normal, quietly obedient that she slips into subconsciously when you’re around. She closes the door behind her, and you spy her return to work. After that, your attention returns to the package, which $Megan was right about. From the style of the exterior, it must be from the same mysterious sender of the one you received before. Cautiously digging into the protective paper, you uncover a cardboard box, also similar to the one from before. It’s flatter, though. Flat enough to rule out any suspicions that it’s another item of lingerie. Shimmying the lid off, you see another card, just like the one in the previous package. This incarnation is a little more ornate, however, and you get the impression it’s the focus of the “gift”, as opposed to being an accompanying item. Lifting it up, you read the fancy writing. “-63.35529, -57.232939” “Saturday. 11pm” “Bring your gift” “Your Secret Admirer” You reread the writing several times. “Those must be coordinates.” [[Day 4 Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 5]] <</widget>> <<widget "Day4Megan8">>\ <<set $MeganD.Knowledge to 2>>\ Shaking your head as if to brace yourself, you cautiously open the package. “What do you think it is?” $Megan asks, prancing around the desk to peer over your shoulder. “Maybe it’s a bra to match the panties she sent you.” “She?” You look at your secretary. “Just a guess.” She shrugs. “Panties are so feminine that I just assumed they came from a woman.” “You’ve thought about this a lot.” “Haven’t you?” Getting through the wrapping paper, you see the cardboard box inside is slightly different to the one you received a couple of days ago. It’s flatter - flat enough that any object inside can’t be big at all. That rules out $Megan ‘s brassiere idea, as well as your own suspicion that it might be another pair of panties. It’s also so thin that you couldn’t fit a pen inside length wise. Shimmying the lid off, you see another card, just like the one in the previous package. This incarnation is a little more ornate, however, and you get the impression it’s the focus of the “gift”, as opposed to being an accompanying item. Lifting it up, you read the fancy writing, as $Megan too does over your shoulder. “-63.35529, -57.232939” “Saturday. 11pm” “Bring your gift” “Your Secret Admirer” You and $Megan exchange mutual expressions of curiosity with an accompanying hope that you’ll get some answers. “Those are coordinates, right?” $Megan shifts the mouse and keyboard of your computer closer to her, and inputs the lengthy numbers. “There.” [[Day 4 Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 9]] <</widget>> <<widget "Day4Megan9">>\ <<Minutes>>\ The images at the top of the webpage display a dense forest, and navigating to a map, $Megan discovers where exactly the coordinates point to. “It’s the side of a road that passes by the huge Hedersby Woods.” “That’s closeby, about a 20 minute drive.” $Megan ‘s perplexed face is one you’ve never seen from her. She’s actually using her brain. “At 11pm.” She repeats the scant details of the letter. “It’s going to be pitch black in the forest.” “Why could someone want me to go out there?” “Well, if I were trying to kill you, not that I’d ever want to, I’d probably lure you to someplace dark and secluded.” “Great, so someone’s trying to kill me.” You laugh, struggling to believe it. “And what do the panties have to do with that?” “It made you curious; curious enough to want to go.” You can’t disagree with her on that. “But who would want to kill you?” “Enough with this murder thing.” You yell. “Psychopaths don’t send notes with calligraphy this nice.” “Okay.” She replies. “It was just a theory. Maybe it’s just an elaborate prank - but who would want to do that?” “There’s $Henry.” You answer, thinking out loud. “Your friend?” She asks, recalling the man from their few interactions. “You think he’d do that?” “No, but it’s just a theory.” “Is there anyone else who’d want to make a fool out of you?” The only person you can possibly think of is $Amy. She certainly has the cause for revenge, but not once in the entirety of your relationship did she seem the type to want to “get back” at someone. And even if she did have that capability, to do it like this would be…bizarre. “I don’t think so.” “Then I guess there’s only one way we can solve this mystery.” You giggle at her childish mindset; she’s actually thinking of this like a Scooby Doo mystery, considering all the possible culprits, and wanting to investigate further into each clue. Then, you clock onto another of her curious choice of words. “We?” “Oh, come on, sir!” She exclaims, raising her voice in a way you wouldn’t typically associate with a secretary, and certainly not yours. “You’ve teased me enough with the panties, and now this note. Don’t I have a right to know who’s packages I’ve been handing to you?” //Not remotely.// You sigh. //Then again, she’s certainly got the spirit, and having two brains (even if one is significantly slower than the other) thinking about this should be helpful. And, if her murderer hypothesis is true, having another person there should be a little safer. Not that I’m scared of anyone, of course.// [[Day 4 Actual<-Accept][$Week1.Forest to 1, $VarEvent to 10]] [[Day 4 Actual<-Decline][$VarEvent to 10]] <</widget>> <<widget "Day4Megan10">>\ <<Minutes>>\ <<if $Week1.Forest is 0>>“No.” “But sir!” She exclaims defiantly. “No, $Megan. I don’t know if I’m going at all. And if I do, it certainly won’t be with you.” Your secretary looks deeply hurt by your words, but that’s also how she looked when you suggested that she get another secretary to make coffee for you in the future. “I-” she doesn’t have the heart to finish off her sentence. “Yes sir.” Sulking, she stomps out of your office. Or at least, as much as a woman can stomp in a pair of heels. It’s a rather laughable display, really. In all the years you’ve been in a position like you have - one of power - you’ve not once had an interaction like that with a secretary. $Megan actually wanted to be with you outside of the office. //Another horrible product of these “gifts”, along with stealing precious brain power.//\ <<else>>“Alright.” “Great, that’s fantastic!” She squeals, her clenched fists shaking with excitement. “We’re going to have so much fun finding out who’s behind this.” //Fun. Right.// “I’ll pick you up on Saturday. Make sure to send my your address.” “Of course, sir.” She heads to the office door, her day doubtlessly made by your agreement. “And $Megan.” “Yes sir?” “I don’t want the town talking about this. Don’t think about bringing your girlfriend along.” “I’ll tell her we were going out for a couple of drinks.” She departs, and you take a moment to consider just how painful Saturday might be. In the past, you’ve been tempted to kick $Megan down the stairwell for screwing up your lunch orders. If she blunders your “date”, or whatever it is, she’ll a divine intervention. And if she somehow scratches your car…<</if>> [[Day 4 Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 25]] <</widget>> <<widget "Day4Dessel11">>\ <<set $H to 12>>\ There’s a knock at your door, and upon hearing your curt “come in”, the knocker is revealed to be Miss $Dessel. “Hi, $Jam. I was wondering if you had a minute.” “Sure.” You reply, baffled by what she could want that wouldn’t be arranged on a timetable after email correspondence. Unless $Megan is failing at her job. Again. <<if $DesselD.Week1Ask is 3>>“Since you were so nice as to give me those lovely flowers,” she begins, “I figured I’d get something for you.” “That’s hardly necessary.” You reply, knowing she’ll insist regardless of your protest, and so instead wonder what she decided to get you in turn. “It is a little early, but I promise you: it’s worth breaking a diet for.” From behind her back, the woman reveals a bag of food which she no doubt just had delivered. “May I?” She asks, pointing towards the chair across from you on the other side of the desk. “Go ahead.” While she is right about it being early, you’d still rather something from a restaurant this prematurely than something $Megan got from you when it’s actually time for lunch. Glancing back at your empty screen, it’s not like you were getting up to much anyway. “You seem like a cultured man, so I assumed you can use chopsticks.” She unloads the box, revealing two cups of noodles, with a matching soft drink for each. “Diet cola, don’t worry.” “What makes you think I’d care that much about it being diet?” Miss $Dessel gives you an expression of “come on”. “Even if $Megan hadn’t told me,” //of course//, “it’s care you take of your body.” She eyes your chest and arms. Even in your suit, they’re hard to ignore. Acknowledgement of that, even from someone you don’t respect, reliably makes you pleased.\ \ \ <<elseif $DesselD.CarKnow is 3>>“You recall my friend, Gemma?” She asks, walking beside you. “The one who made you get a ticket?” “Close enough.” She laughs. “She was wanting to get a new car herself, but is clueless about it all. She’s worse than I am.” “You want me to recommend her something?” “Pretty much.” You turn to a blank page on a notepad, and prepare to take some notes. “What’s her budget? Is she using it recreationally or just for work? Kids? Dogs?”<</if>> <<if $MeganD.Knowledge is 1>>[[Day 4 Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 17]]\ <<else>>[[Day 4 Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 12]]<</if>> <</widget>> <<widget "Day4Dessel12">>\ <<set $H to 12>>\ “Sir?” $Megan calls, opening the door to your office. <<if $DesselD.Week1Ask is 3>>The interruption from her is more annoying than typical, too, as the noodles proved to be lovely indeed.\ <<elseif $DesselD.CarKnow is 3>>The interruption from her is more annoying than typical, too, as you were enjoying showing off your prodigious knowledge to Miss $Dessel.<</if>> \ “You’ve got //another// package.” She announces, showing a box in her hand from the departing mailman. By her tone, it’s clear she recognizes that you receiving two parcels in the span of almost that many days is bizarre. Perhaps if you didn’t currently have company in the form of Miss $Dessel, she’d inquire about it in the politely nosy way she often does, but she elects not to. After placing the package on your desk, she leaves without another word. “Were you expecting anything nice?” She asks, transparently uninterested, but looking to start up the conversation again. “Actually, I wasn’t expecting anything at all.” Inspecting the item a little closer, you quickly reach a conclusion. It //has// to be from the same person who sent you the panties. “Huh? So what is it?” Given the absurdity of your last “gift”, your initial reaction is to dismiss the topic, and switch to something else. Then again, you really do have no idea who is sending them to you. That means Miss $Dessel, who you met a day before the panties arrived, cannot be crossed off your suspicion list. The chance to see her reaction to the package might illuminate any role she had in sending them. [[Day 4 Actual<-Open the package now][$VarEvent to 14]] [[Day 4 Actual<-Opent the package later][$VarEvent to 13]] <</widget>> <<widget "Day4Dessel13">>\ <<Minutes>>\ “It’s probably nothing. Just a piece of mixed up mail.” Given your disdain for the woman, it shouldn’t come as a surprise that you’d opt to not inform her of the bizarre packages you’re receiving from an anonymous being. Miss $Dessel doesn’t press the topic at all, even though your excuse clearly doesn’t add up. After all, the label does have both your name and workplace address on. While she may be a job stealer, Miss $Dessel is also polite. <<if $DesselD.Week1Ask is 3>>Though you continue dining on the fine cuisine found in card boxes, your mind is less present following the interruption thanks to the mysterious package now on your desk. <hr> “I suppose it’s time to return to work.” She moans, stretching after standing up once more. “This was fun.” As vague a term as would consider //fun// to mean, the food was nice, at least.\ <<elseif $DesselD.CarKnow is 3>>Though you continue guiding Miss $Dessel towards the best car for her friend, your mind is clearly less present following the interruption thanks to the mysterious package now on your desk. <hr> “Thank you for your help, $Jam.” Miss $Dessel remarks, standing up with a stretch. “I’m sure Gemma will appreciate the recommendation of a true diesel head, or whatever car fans go by.” She laughs.<</if>> After exiting your office, your eyes immediately shoot to the package. You slide it over, giving it another cursory glance, and then dig in, tearing the protective paper to uncover a cardboard box similar to the one from before. This one is flatter, though - flat enough to rule out any suspicions that it’s another item of lingerie. Shimmying the lid off, you see another card, just like the one in the previous package. This incarnation is a little more ornate, however, and you get the impression it’s the focus of the “gift”, as opposed to being an accompanying item. Lifting it up, you read the fancy writing. “-63.35529, -57.232939” “Saturday. 11pm” “Bring your gift” “Your Secret Admirer” You reread the writing several times. “Those must be coordinates.” [[Day 4 Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 5]] <</widget>> <<widget "Day4Dessel14">>\ <<Minutes>>\ <<set $DesselD.Knowledge to 2>>\ <<set $DesselD.R += 1>>\ Inspecting the package closer, you share the details of the first with Miss $Dessel. “The one from before - inside it was a pair of panties, and a note saying “from your secret admirer”.” If Miss $Dessel was confused before, she’s downright lost now, or at least that’s the image she presents. “A pair of panties?” “Right.” “And you didn’t recognize them as belonging to a partner? Former or current?” “I know they didn’t.” “And you have no idea who this “secret admirer” might be? Sounds to me like it could be a prank.” “That was my first thought, but I don’t know anyone who could commit to it this much.” You hold up the 2nd package. “At least, I didn’t think I did.” “Well, maybe that one will reveal something to us.” She suggests. “That’s exactly what I was hoping for.” Cautiously digging into the protective paper, you uncover a cardboard box, also similar to the one from before. It’s flatter, though. Flat enough to rule out any suspicions that it’s another item of lingerie. Shimmying the lid off, you see another card, just like the one in the previous package. This incarnation is a little more ornate, however, and you get the impression it’s the focus of the “gift”, as opposed to being an accompanying item. “Well?” She asks, leaning over. You hold up the card in order to see it clearly. “-63.35529, -57.232939” “Saturday. 11pm” “Bring your gift” “Your Secret Admirer” Handing it to Miss $Dessel, she reads it, and is just as confounded as you are. “Those must be coordinates.” She murmurs, standing up to walk next to you. “May I?” She gestures to your computer, and you give her a nod. [[Day 4 Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 15]] <</widget>> <<widget "Day4Dessel15">>\ <<Minutes>>\ “I thought so. Look.” The images at the top of the webpage display a dense forest, and navigating to a map, she discovers discovers where exactly the coordinates point to. “Hedersby Woods?” She asks, clearly unfamiliar with the place. “It’s a huge forest about 20 minutes away.” “Is your secret admirer arranging a date? Or are they trying to kill you?” She ponders. “I mean, why else would they want you there at 11pm? And “bring your gift?” That //has// to be referring to the panties you got.” “If they are trying to kill me, I don’t know why they’d go to the effort of giving me some lingerie.” “Well?” ““Well”, what?” “You are going, right?” “To wander through a forest at midnight?” You scoff. “I’d be doing that anyway.” “$Jam, you have to go.” “And why’s that?” “What if this person doesn’t send you anything again? Do you really want to be wondering who they were?” “There’s no guarantee they’ll show themself even if I do go.” “But if they invited you there, they must have good reason to.” “Probably to screw with my head.” “Maybe.” Her head tilts to the side. “But if you don’t go, you’ll never know.” “And I want to come with you.” “You what?” “You’ve clued me in this much, and now I’m curious.” She replies. “Besides, if you’re going somewhere that late, it’s a bad idea to go alone, especially to a forest.” Your immediate reaction is to baulk at the offer. She can frame it as being for safety, but you know she’s doing this more for herself than to make sure you get home okay. You don’t even like the woman! Then again, she does have a point - it could be dangerous. And if you don’t get any answers on Saturday, she might help you to connect whatever dots emerge. That’s if you decide to go. [[Day 4 Actual<-Accept][$Week1.Forest to 2, $VarEvent to 16]] [[Day 4 Actual<-Decline][$VarEvent to 16]] <</widget>> <<widget "Day4Dessel16">>\ <<Minutes>>\ <<if $Week1.Forest is 0>>"No." "$Jam, I understand that you've only known me a couple of days, but you have to think about your safety. A forest at midnight is a dangerous place, especially when some stranger has asked you there. Having som-" "-And you'd be able to make a difference if there was a danger?" You interject, eyes seeming to not recognize her ahead. "I...yes." She insists, her own mind not comprehending the absurdity of that statement. If Miss $Dessel did go with you, she'd be a liability. It's doubtful she knows how to throw a punch. You'd be forced to save her from harm, and would take several blows for your trouble. No. You're better off alone. "We're stronger together than you could ever be alone." "Pha!" You blurt out, letting your civility slip a little too much for your 4th day of knowing the woman. "I can handle myself." "And if you can't?" "I can." "//But// what if you can't?" //Just how thick is she?// "Miss $Dessel, I was kind enough to share this little piece of my life with you. Don't think I have any obligation to tell you anything more. And I certainly do not need your help on adventure that I don't even know if I'll be going on." Your boss, it's now becoming clear, has an impressive poker face. On the flip of coin, she could put her foot down and yell until you relented, or she could apologize for even asking in the first place. The coin, evidently, lands on the side. "You're right. It isn't my place to tell you what to do. But I don't want to see you get hurt. If you still refuse, I won't ask again." With something comparable to an apology, she exits. Bizarrely, you don't feel up to admiring her ass as it jiggles out.\ <<else>>It's preposterous that you're considering taking Miss $Dessel with you. Even more absurd is the decision you arrive at. "Alright. We'll go together." "Good." She replies, nodding in approval. In fact, based on her expression, she's surprised that you agreed, perhaps even more so than you are. "We'll sort this whole thing out in just a couple days." "We better." You absent mindedly respond, shaking your head and scratching the skin of your thumb with the adjacent finger. //This woman stole my job, and now I'm spending MY time with her? Those panties really are screwing with me.//<</if>> [[Day 4 Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 25]] <</widget>> <<widget "Day4Both17">>\ <<Minutes>>\ “Sir?” $Megan calls, opening the door to your office. <<if $DesselD.Week1Ask is 3>>The interruption from her is more annoying than typical, too, as the noodles proved to be lovely indeed.\ <<elseif $DesselD.CarKnow is 3>>The interruption from her is more annoying than typical, too, as you were enjoying showing off your prodigious knowledge to Miss $Dessel.<</if>> “You’ve got //another// package.” She announces, showing a box in her hand from the departing mailman. “And the style seems //very// familiar.” “Were you expecting anything?” Miss $Dessel adds, oblivious as to what you received on Tuesday. “No, I wasn’t.” $Megan enters the room properly, placing the item down on your desk. “See what I mean? It looks just like the one from before.” “Hold on - if you weren’t expecting it, then what was in the one “from before”?” “It was a pai…” “$Megan.” You cough, giving her an icy stare. “Right. Sorry, sir.” “Not that it’s any of my business, of course. But it is bizarre.” “Oh, come on, sir,” $Megan pleads. “Maybe Miss $Dessel might know something about it!” She suggests. “What could she possibly know about it?” “I’d be happy to assist you in…whatever it is you’re talking about.” [[Day 4 Actual<-Open the package now][$VarEvent to 22]] \ [[Day 4 Actual<-Dismiss][$VarEvent to 20]] $Megan , [[Day 4 Actual<-then open the package][$VarEvent to 20]] \ [[Day 4 Actual<-Open the package with][$VarEvent to 21]] $Megan [[Day 4 Actual<-later][$VarEvent to 21]] \ [[Day 4 Actual<-Open the package later, alone][$VarEvent to 18]] <</widget>> <<widget "Day4Both18">>\ <<Minutes>>\ “I’m sure you wouldn’t find it interesting.” You answer Miss $Dessel, suppressing your own intrigue. “But sir!” $Megan exclaims. “Enough.” You yell. “It’s addressed to me, and so I’ll be opening it. Alone.” The woman gulps. “Of course, sir.” She replies, returning her voice to the familiar volume you’re used to hearing, and her tone to the normal, quietly obedient that she slips into subconsciously when you’re around. After exiting the room, Miss $Dessel is visibly uncertain of how to pick up the conversation. Yelling in front of her like that probably wasn’t a great idea, but $Megan ‘s enthusiasm has a way of digging under your skin sometimes. \ <<if $DesselD.Week1Ask is 3>>“These are great noodles.”\ <<elseif $DesselD.CarKnow is 3>>“Like I say, a hatchback is probably the best idea…”<</if>> If Miss $Dessel was perturbed your shouting, she doesn’t let it show, as the conversation, once it does return, doesn’t subside until she decides that she should return to work. [[Day 4 Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 19]] <</widget>> <<widget "Day4Both19">>\ <<Minutes>>\ After that, your attention returns to the package, which $Megan was right about. From the style of the exterior, it must be from the same mysterious sender of the one you received before. Cautiously digging into the protective paper, you uncover a cardboard box, also similar to the one from before. It’s flatter, though. Flat enough to rule out any suspicions that it’s another item of lingerie. Shimmying the lid off, you see another card, just like the one in the previous package. This incarnation is a little more ornate, however, and you get the impression it’s the focus of the “gift”, as opposed to being an accompanying item. Lifting it up, you read the fancy writing. “-63.35529, -57.232939” “Saturday. 11pm” “Bring your gift” “Your Secret Admirer” You reread the writing several times. “Those must be coordinates.” [[Day 4 Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 5]] <</widget>> <<widget "Day4Both20">>\ <<Minutes>>\ <<set $DesselD.Knowledge to 2>>\ “Not right now, $Megan.” You dismiss her with a wave. “Sir?” She asks, sounding heartbroken enough to do a rarely seen “puppy eyes” show. “Your work is for more important, anyway.” She straightens up. “Of course, sir.” She replies, clearly unconvinced, before leaving the room. “Why do I get the impression you didn’t receive someone else’s mail?” Inspecting the package closer, you share the details of the first with Miss $Dessel. “The one from before - inside it was a pair of panties, and a note saying “from your secret admirer”.” If Miss $Dessel was confused before, she’s downright lost now. “A pair of panties?” “Right.” “And you didn’t recognize them as belonging to a partner? Former or current?” “I know they didn’t.” “And you have no idea who this “secret admirer” might be? Sounds to me like it could be a prank.” “That was my first thought, but I don’t know anyone who could commit to it this much.” You hold up the 2nd package. “At least, I didn’t think I did.” “Well, maybe that one will reveal something to us.” She suggests. “That’s exactly what I was hoping for.” Cautiously digging into the protective paper, you uncover a cardboard box, also similar to the one from before. It’s flatter, though. Flat enough to rule out any suspicions that it’s another item of lingerie. Shimmying the lid off, you see another card, just like the one in the previous package. This incarnation is a little more ornate, however, and you get the impression it’s the focus of the “gift”, as opposed to being an accompanying item. “Well?” She asks, leaning over. You hold up the card in order to see it clearly. “-63.35529, -57.232939” “Saturday. 11pm” “Bring your gift” “Your Secret Admirer” Handing it to Miss $Dessel, she reads it, and is just as confounded as you are. “Those must be coordinates.” She murmurs, standing up to walk next to you. “May I?” She gestures to your computer, and you give her a nod. [[Day 4 Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 15]] <</widget>> <<widget "Day4Both21">>\ <<Minutes>>\ “I really don’t think Miss $Dessel would care it.” You insist, not breaking eye contact from $Megan for a second. “But we can talk about it later.” “If you think that for the best, sir.” $Megan replies, seeing herself out. If Miss $Dessel feels left out, she doesn’t let it show. Not only does she not bring up the package again, despite its lingering presence on your desk, she also resumes the conversation like the interruption never occurred. <<if $DesselD.Week1Ask is 3>>“Didn’t I promise you these noodles were great?”<<elseif $DesselD.CarKnow is 3>>“So a hatchback, you say?”<</if>> Only after Miss $Dessel concludes your discussion do you invite $Megan back in. And based on how she immediately jumps up to your offer, you get the impression she got very little work done in the meantime. [[Day 4 Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 8]] <</widget>> <<widget "Day4Both22">>\ <<Minutes>>\ <<set $DesselD.Knowledge to 2>>\ <<set $MeganD.Knowledge to 2>>\ <<set $DesselD.R += 1>>\ “Alright, fine.” You sigh, taking the package to inspect it further while $Megan shares the scant details with Miss $Dessel. “There was a pair of panties inside, with this weird note. “From your secret admirer” it said on it.” “That was all it said?” “Uh-huh.” $Megan replies, her attention shifting to the new package quickly after informing Miss $Dessel of the first. “And it was addressed to you?” “Yes.” “And there’s nobody in your life that might be trying to play a game with you? A friend, maybe? A partner?” She asks, a little more curiously. “No one who should be willing to go to these lengths.” You answer. Cautiously digging into the protective paper, you uncover a cardboard box, also similar to the one from before. It’s flatter, though. Flat enough to rule out any suspicions that it’s another item of lingerie. Shimmying the lid off, you see another card, just like the one in the previous package. This incarnation is a little more ornate, however, and you get the impression it’s the focus of the “gift”, as opposed to being an accompanying item. Miss $Dessel now scurries behind the desk so that each woman is peering over a shoulder. Lifting it up, you read the fancy writing. “-63.35529, -57.232939” “Saturday. 11pm” “Bring your gift” “Your Secret Admirer” You turn around to see $Megan and Miss $Dessel sharing a confused glance. “Those must be coordinates.” “That’s what I was thinking.” $Megan leans over further, her clothed breasts dangling in front of your face. Inputting the lengthy numbers, she punches the enter key. “There.” [[Day 4 Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 23]] <</widget>> <<widget "Day4Both23">>\ <<Minutes>>\ The images at the top of the webpage display a dense forest, and navigating to a map, $Megan discovers where exactly the coordinates point to. “It’s the side of a road that passes by the huge Hedersby Woods.” “That’s nearby, right?” “About a 20 minute drive.” $Megan ‘s perplexed face is one you’ve never seen from her. She’s actually using her brain. “At 11pm.” She repeats the scant details of the letter. “It’s going to be pitch black in the forest.” “Huh.” “Why could someone want me to go out there?” “Well, if I were trying to kill you, not that I’d ever want to, I’d probably lure you to someplace dark and secluded.” “Great, so someone’s trying to kill me.” You laugh, struggling to believe it. “And what do the panties have to do with that?” “It made you curious; curious enough to want to go.” You can’t disagree with her on that. “But who would want to kill you?” “Enough with this murder thing.” You yell. “Psychopaths don’t send notes with calligraphy this nice.” “Okay.” She replies. “It was just a theory. Maybe it’s just an elaborate prank - but who would want to do that?” “There’s $Henry.” You answer, thinking out loud. “Your friend?” She asks, recalling the man from their few interactions. “You think he’d do that?” “No, but it’s just a theory.” “And there’s no angry ex in your life who might be trying to screw with you?” “...no.” Sure, there is $Amy. She certainly has the cause for revenge, but not once in the entirety of your relationship did she seem the type to want to “get back” at someone. And even if she did have that capability, to do it like this would be…bizarre. “Then I guess there’s only one way we can solve this mystery.” You giggle at $Megan ‘s childish mindset; she’s actually thinking of this like a Scooby Doo mystery, considering all the possible culprits, and wanting to investigate further into each clue. Then, you clock onto another of her curious choice of words. “We?” “Oh, come on, sir!” She exclaims, raising her voice in a way you wouldn’t typically associate with a secretary, and certainly not yours. “You’ve teased me enough with the panties, and now this note. Don’t I have a right to know who’s packages I’ve been handing to you?” “Again, not that it’s my business, but I’m curious too.” You sigh. For good reason, you don’t like either woman, and yet they’ve wriggled their way into finding out about your “gifts”. Still knowing nothing about the sender, it might be a good idea to have them with you when you go the coordinates, should you choose to do that. [[Day 4 Actual<-Accept][$Week1.Forest to 3, $VarEvent to 24]] [[Day 4 Actual<-Decline][$VarEvent to 24]] <</widget>> <<widget "Day4Both24">>\ <<Minutes>>\ <<if $Week1.Forest is 0>>“No.” “But sir!” $Megan exclaims defiantly. "$Jam, respectfully, I think you're making a mistake. Me and $Megan want to help you. Whether we find out who's behind this or not, it's safer to go together." "My mind is made up." "We want to help you, though!" $Megan doubles down. Miss $Dessel, far less emotional, steps over to the door. "Come on, $Megan." She ushers your secretary out. "It's you're choice, $Jam, and I hope you find some answers there, but I can't understand your refusal." She closes the door behind her, and as you'd expect during any kind of argument or heated conversation, she doesn't actually slam it. //Gee, the woman who stole my job, and the idiot who makes my 9-5 compararable to being waterboarded. Sign me the hell up!//\ <<else>>"Fine." "Yay!" $Megan cheers. You spot her arm making a move towards Miss $Dessel, wanting a high-five, but even your secretary realizes that might be a little much, and she recovers by pushing her hair out of her face. "Good. I can pick the two of you up." "I can send you my address later. You can even meet my girlfriend if you stop by my apartment first!" "Sounds like a plan." You roll your eyes. //They're turning this into something fun? It's supposed to be about me.//<</if>> [[Day 4 Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 25]] <</widget>> <<widget "Day4-25">>\ <<set $H to 17, $M to 0>>\ [img[Images/Office floor.jpg]] After your invitation, you at least can be productive whilst being distracted. Productivity, in this case, includes speculating as to your "admirer's" motives. It's not a form of productivity that higher ups would appreciate on the work dime, but you hardly care today. Once the clock strikes 5, or more accurately, the "16" rolls over into a "17" in the corner of your computer screen, you prepate to leave. “Hello, sir.” $Megan smiles once you exit your office. [[Day 2 Dessel<-Approach]] Miss $Dessel [[Day 2 Megan<-Talk to]] $Megan [[Day 2 Allen<-Talk to]] $Allen <<Week1Leave>> <</widget>> <<widget "Day4-26">>\ “New message received.” “From who?” “$Amy2.” “$Amy?” You murmur, shocked enough that for a brief moment, you forget the matter of your forest invitation. It doesn’t add up, considering her message, your response, and what caused you to break up. “What did she say?” ““Fuck you, Taint Licker. You have a tiny penis, and it never pleased me. Also, your suits are not as nice as you think they are. Additionally, I hope you crash your car.”” “That’s…$Amy said all that?” //She’s changed a lot in 2 weeks. Hell, even since her message yesterday.// “Would you like to dictate a response?” [[Day 4 Actual<-Be nice][$VarEvent += 1, $Var to 1]] [[Day 4 Actual<-Be cruel][$VarEvent += 1, $Var to 2]] [[Day 4 Actual<-Say nothing][$VarEvent += 1, $Var to 3]] <</widget>> <<widget "Day4-27">>\ <<if $Var is 1>>“I’m sorry for what happened, $Amy. I am. I guess you don’t believe, and I can’t blame you for that. As for my penis,” you shudder at the possibility of someone misinterpreting it as small. Just what kind of porn stars did she not mention she hooked up with before? “If it never pleased you, I’m sorry, but you never mentioned it. If you had, maybe we could have done something to fix it. As far my car and suits…” you struggle to come up with a response. There’s enough niceness in your message anyway to justify feeling strange, so you can’t come up with much positive. “I guess we have different tastes.”\ <<elseif $Var is 2>>“This dick is the best you’d ever get, you ugly whore. I should have charged you to even look at it. Maybe you’re mixing it up with the hundreds of men you’ve slept with, or did your mom mention something about her younger years, and you thought you’d insult me with that? As for my suits, I’m not taking fashion advice from a woman with 2 separate Jinx dresses in her closet. Christ, the white one makes you look like a First Lady - one of the really old ones who need help putting their tampon in. And my car? If I crash it into anywhere, it’ll be into you. I don’t know why you think it’s acceptable to treat me the way you have after all those dates I paid for, but you’re clearly an ungrateful bitch.”\ <<elseif $Var is 3>>“Mark the message as read.” “With no reply?” “Yep.”<</if>> “Fascinating.” <<if $Var lte 2>>“Huh? Did you send the message or not?”\ <<else>>“How’s that?”<</if>> “$Jam, I would like to be honest with you: the message I played for you was not from $Amy. I constructed it from a mixture of $Henry’s messages.” “Any reason why?” While it makes sense now, your relief that the message didn’t come from the women you used to love (or whatever feelings you had towards your fiance) are overpowered by your annoyance towards $Bethany. “I was curious as to how you’d respond. We spoke earlier about your communication skills.” “And I distinctly remember declining your offer for “help” in that department.” “I’m still not getting the hang of your particular brand of sarcasm.” “It wasn’t sarcasm.” <<if $Var is 1>>“Which seems to be the crux of our issue. Regardless, I think you responded very well to the fictitious text from $Amy. Searching through your message history, I can see you’ve apologized in 7 of them, and 4 of those did //not// seem genuine.”\ <<elseif $Var is 2>>“Which seems to be the crux of our issue. Regardless, I do have some pointers for your response to the fictitious message I created.”\ <<elseif $Var is 3>>“Which seems to be the crux of our issue. Perhaps if you had drafted a response, however, I could have given you some pointers on how to communicate more effectively.”<</if>> “$Bethany?” “Yes, $Jam?” “If I want the way I communicate to be evaluated by my car, I’ll let you know. Until then, please shut the fuck up.” There’s a pause, and you can sense the AI is realizing just how out of order it was - almost in a double sense of the term. “I understand.” If her prank had been pulled under the guise of it being $Henry’s message, or someone similar, you might have been able to chuckle at how bizarre your AI assistant can be sometimes. But using $Amy seems extra cruel, intentional or not. [[Home<-Return home][$VarEvent to 0]] <</widget>>

“Welcome back, sexy. No new messages.” "Good." Given your current state, there's no shortage of insults you have prepared should $Kylie insist that you get a DNA test. Actually, it may have proven to be a valuable way to blow off some steam. [[Home<-Return home]]

<<set $H to 17, $M to 0>>\ [img[Images/Office floor.jpg]] //Of course there's not going to be anything else today. They sent me an invitation before - that means it's my turn to give them something. Tomorrow.// That revalation is hardly new, though. You'd had the same thought yesterday, and at the beginning of today. Yet, you might as well have just stayed home this morning, because you've achieved nothing productive. And since it's the end of the week, that means you've done a nice, round 40 hours of nothing on the company dime. “Hello, sir.” $Megan smiles once you exit your office. "No new packages?" "No, sir." [[Day 2 Dessel<-Approach]] Miss $Dessel [[Day 2 Megan<-Talk to]] $Megan [[Day 2 Allen<-Talk to]] $Allen [[Day 5 End<-Leave]]

<<Minutes>>\ Though she doesn’t turn her head to see you approach, you know $Kelly has realized that you’re heading in the direction of her desk. Her peripheral vision must have evolved to make an owl jealous after several years working here. “Anything I can do for you?” “Straight to business?” You smirk, but there’s not a suggestion of a smile on her face. Instead, her eyes are opened in a position that you readily identify as saying “nice try”. “I’ve gotten a couple of strange packages lately.” “I noticed. The packages, that is. What exactly was strange about them, if you don’t mind me asking?” “I never ordered them.” “That is peculiar.” She considers. “Well, your name was on them - I double checked for the delivery man.” “But there was nothing strange about them on your end?” She shakes her head. “Has anyone else been getting packages that don’t normally have them delivered here?” “Nothing stands out.” “And nothing peculiar has been going on? No strange people hanging around the parking lot, or anything like it?” $Kelly can’t help but shrug. “I’ve not heard anything, and security would have given me a warning if there was anything they’d noticed.” “Hmm.” You grunt. It was always a long shot, you knew, but it was also worth a try. “Thanks $Kelly.” [[Day 5b<-Head upstairs]]

<<Minutes>>\ <<if $KylieD.Week1 is 1>>“Nevermind that.” You tut, wishing the distractions in your life could be a little less stressful, or at least come equipped with a better pair of tits.\ <<elseif $KylieD.Week1 is 2>>“Sure - go with that.” “Very well…constructing message.” “$Kylie, at the risk of sounding like a prescriptivist, your usage of punctuation leaves a lot to be desired. Using multiple exclamation marks at the end of a sentence is not only superfluous, but marks you as a poorly educated person. I’ve attached several links with resources designed to teach learners the rules of such punctuation.” “Permission to send?” “Knock yourself out.”\ <<elseif $KylieD.Weel1 is 3>>“Message delivered.” $Bethany confirms in an official tone. “Do you think anyone ever believes people who call them an “idiot”?” She asks in a much more casual, yet inquisitive voice. “Probably not. That would imply the ability to reflect.”\ <<elseif $KylieD.Week1 is 4>>“Message delivered.” $Bethany confirms in an official tone. “I wonder if she’ll insist on a second test if the first doesn’t work.” “//When//.” You hasten to correct. As stressful as life is right now, not getting $Kylie pregnant is something you can be very thankful for. <</if>> Parking in one of the dozens of parking spot, opting for one as close to the building as you can get, you head inside. <<if $DesselD.CarKnow gt 2>>Whilst doing that, you give a cursory glance around the area, searching for Miss $Dessel ‘s beauty. Her car is nowhere in sight, though there are a lot of vehicles.<</if>> “Good morning, Mr $Car.” $Kelly greets, genial as ever. “Good morning, $Kelly.” You’re about to jab the “up” button for the elevator, when you tilt your head slightly around. $Kelly is like the bartender of this place; if there’s gossip to be had, she’s the person to go to. And while she’s typically hesitant to share anything juicy beyond someone arriving in a different car than usual, she might have noticed something related to the bizarre packages you’ve received. [[Day 5 Kelly<-Ask her]] [[Day 5b<-Head to your office]]

<<set $M to 30>>\ <<OpenDoor>> “New message received.” “What now?” You moan, stressed out over yesterday’s “gift”. “From $Kylie.” “Shit.” If $Amy was a multi-year long mistake, $Kylie was a thankfully quick one. At least, it should have been. Sadly, her insistence that you got her pregnant, despite ejaculating on her tits, means you’ll have to put up with her a little longer until you can prove to her just how ignorant she is. “What does it say?” “Link received for website: A New Science.” “Breakdown: a pseudo scientific organization speculating that “Big Pharma” is lying to the worldwide community.” “$Kylie’s message: See! I told you! Come can be soaked in through the tits. Your so stupid! $Amy still isn’t talking to me, and I blame you. So yeah, I’m gonna be taking as much from you as I can once you do a DNA test!!!” You roll your eyes. “More mess on top of mess. Things were so much simpler a month ago.” “Would you like me to respond with a link to a more credited medical journal? I’ve also found several articles online citing A New Science as being unreliable, and that it was founded by an individual previously convicted of fraud.” “The dumb bitch won’t believe any of it.” “Why not do a DNA test, then?” “I plan on it. But I just know she won’t trust that, either.” “Perhaps you could call her out on her poor and overuse of exclamation marks.” [[Day 5 Message Reply<-Go with][$KylieD.Week1 to 2]] $Bethany ‘s [[Day 5 Message Reply<-response][$KylieD.Week1 to 2]] [[Day 5 Message Reply<-“You’re an idiot…][$KylieD.Week1 to 3]] [[Day 5 Message Reply<-“Let’s just wait for a test first…][$KylieD.Week1 to 4]] [[Day 5 Message Reply<-Ignore her][$KylieD.Week1 to 1]]

<<set $H to 9, $M to 0>>\ “Good morning sir.” $Megan chirps. “Yeah, yeah.” You slide past your secretary and into your office. Sometimes it’s a curse that your desk chair can be so comfortable. While it’s undeniable that you have the willpower and strength of a character from some Greek tale of heroism, something about the leather cushions just seems so irresistible. “No, not again.” You shake your head. “I’ve done zero work this week, and I can only blame so much on $Megan. I’ve got to get back to it today.” <<link "...">> <<replace "#convo1">><<Day5Hour10>><</replace>> <</link>>

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<<set $H to 1, $M to 30>>\ “What does it say?” $Allen asks, rushing to your side to see the bright flashes on the screen. “Did you see that? The thing jumped on me!” “Jumped?” He repeats, making your claim sound even more preposterous. “It couldn’t fall from my hand like that and //conveniently// wrap around me. That doesn’t make sense!” “Just take it off.” The simple, innocent way in which he provides you that solution is infuriating, and yet comes as a relief. Somehow, you were so absorbed in everything the watch was saying, that you’d forgotten it was just that: a watch. Fidgeting with the small screws connecting the strap to the face, you can’t get the thing to unlatch, and as you spin the thing around, you realize there’s no pin trapped inside a hole, or any other sealing mechanism. The thing seems to have just…locked up. “This is unbelievable.” You murmur to no one. $Allen takes a step closer, but doesn’t seem to understand the issue still. “Maybe it’ll be easier back in your car, where the lighting isn’t as dim as this.” He waves to the single bulb lighting the room in a golden hue. <<link "...">> <<replace "#convo1">>There’s a small beep from the watch, and the display lights up. “Greetings, $Jam.” The text displays on an ominously black background. "Undoubtedly you have many questions.” “But answers come at a price.” “And before you get what you want, I will get what I want.” “Strip down to just the panties you were given.” “Then, return to your car.” [[Day 6 Task 1 Allen<-...]]<</replace>> <</link>>

There’s a small beep from the watch, and the display lights up. “Greetings, $Jam.” The text displays on an ominously black background. "Undoubtedly you have many questions.” “But answers come at a price.” “And before you get what you want, I will get what I want.” “Strip down to just the panties you were given.” “Then, return to your car.” “What you want? Why on earth would you want that?” “If only I knew more about them, whoever “them” is.” <<if $MeganD.Day2 is 2 and $Clothes.Panties is 2>>While you don’t still have the pink panties, you are wearing $Megan ‘s white ones. Maybe they will be enough to please whatever twisted mind is behind this.\ <<elseif $MeganD.Day2 is 2>>While you don’t still have the pink panties, you do have $Megan ‘s white ones. Maybe they wearing them will be enough to please whatever twisted mind is behind this.\ <<elseif $TPanties is 1>>Since you’re already wearing the pink panties, there’s no changing required, simply undressing.\ <<else>>You do have the requested pink panties in your pocket. It would be a simple matter of stripping and then equipping them.<</if>> [[Day 6 Alone Leave<-Strip to the panties, and leave][$Var to 1]] [[Day 6 Alone Leave<-Remain clothed and leave][$Var to 2]]

<<set $H to 1, $M to 30>>\ “What’s it saying?” $Henry prods, leaning over to get a good view of the digital display. “Did you see that? The thing jumped on me!” “$Jam - you’re not getting scared, are you?” “No, I’m not getting scared.” You scowl back, fiddling with the accessory. “Really? Because the $Jam I know, the one who doesn’t get scared, he would never claim a watch jumped on him.” “I’m telling you, it shouldn’t have fallen like that. $Allen, didn’t you see it?” “To be honest, I was busy thinking if I heard a noise outside or not.” You give $Henry a half hearted slap across his arm. “You and your damn bears.” “You can take it off, you know.” $Henry ‘s idea, while uncreative, comes as a wave of relief. Somehow, you were so absorbed in everything the watch was saying, that you’d forgotten it was just that: a watch. Fidgeting with the small screws connecting the strap to the face, you can’t get the thing to unlatch, and as you spin the thing around, you realize there’s no pin trapped inside a hole, or any other sealing mechanism. The thing seems to have just…locked up. “This is unbelievable.” You murmur, disheartened. “Let me take a look.” $Henry asserts, pulling your arm in. Briefly, you hear $Amy ‘s words echo in your head. On more than one occasion she’d nagged about you “mansplaining”, and insisting you could fix problems that she was certain she’d be stuck with. Now, you can understand her claims that it made her feel unheard. “It sure is one weird watch.” “That’s what I just told you.” “Guys, I’m sure we can figure this out.” The wonky wheel of this trolley interrupts. “But maybe we could talk about it when we’re back in your car.” Though $Henry rolls his eyes, you can see the logic in $Allen ‘s words. This foreign environment is off putting, and your friend’s repeated threats of bears have affected $Allen so much that it’s rubbing off on you. <<link "...">> <<replace "#convo1">>There’s a small beep from the watch, and the display lights up. “Greetings, $Jam.” The text displays on an ominously black background. "Undoubtedly you have many questions.” “But answers come at a price.” “And before you get what you want, I will get what I want.” “Strip down to just the panties you were given.” “Then, return to your car.” [[Day 6 Task 1 Boys<-...]]<</replace>> <</link>>

<<set $H to 1, $M to 30>>\ “What’s it saying?” $Henry prods, leaning over to get a good view of the digital display. “Did you see that? The thing jumped on me!” “$Jam - you’re not getting scared, are you?” “No, I’m not getting scared.” You scowl back, fiddling with the accessory. “You can take it off, you know.” $Henry ‘s idea, while uncreative, comes as a wave of relief. Somehow, you were so absorbed in everything the watch was saying, that you’d forgotten it was just that: a watch. Fidgeting with the small screws connecting the strap to the face, you can’t get the thing to unlatch, and as you spin the thing around, you realize there’s no pin trapped inside a hole, or any other sealing mechanism. The thing seems to have just…locked up. “This is unbelievable.” You murmur, disheartened. “Let me take a look.” $Henry asserts, pulling your arm in. Briefly, you hear $Amy ‘s words echo in your head. On more than one occasion she’d nagged about you “mansplaining”, and insisting you could fix problems that she was certain she’d be stuck with. Now, you can understand her claims that it made her feel unheard. “It sure is one weird watch.” “That’s what I just told you.” “Well, it doesn’t look like your “admirer” is here. Maybe we can figure that watch out back in your car.” <<link "...">> <<replace "#convo1">>There’s a small beep from the watch, and the display lights up. “Greetings, $Jam.” The text displays on an ominously black background. "Undoubtedly you have many questions.” “But answers come at a price.” “And before you get what you want, I will get what I want.” “Strip down to just the panties you were given.” “Then, return to your car.” [[Day 6 Task 1 Henry<-...]]<</replace>> <</link>>

<<set $H to 1, $M to 30>>\ “What does it say?” $Megan asks, trying to get a view of the digital display. She’s so curious that she holds your arm, pausing your rapid, almost frightened movements. “Did you see that? The thing jumped on me!” “Sir, it doesn’t have legs.” “It couldn’t fall from your hand like that and //conveniently// wrap around me. That doesn’t make sense!” “You can take it off, you know.” $Megan ‘s idea comes as a wave of relief. Somehow, you were so absorbed in everything the watch was saying, that you’d forgotten it was just that: a watch. Fidgeting with the small screws connecting the strap to the face, you can’t get the thing to unlatch, and as you spin the thing around, you realize there’s no pin trapped inside a hole, or any other sealing mechanism. The thing seems to have just…locked up. “This is unbelievable.” You murmur to no one. “I’m sure we can get it off.” $Megan comforts, taking a little longer to realize what you just did. “But maybe not here. We should get back to the car.” <<link "...">> <<replace "#convo1">>There’s a small beep from the watch, and the display lights up. “Greetings, $Jam.” The text displays on an ominously black background. "Undoubtedly you have many questions.” “But answers come at a price.” “And before you get what you want, I will get what I want.” “Strip down to just the panties you were given.” “Then, return to your car.” [[Day 6 Task 1 Megan<-...]]<</replace>> <</link>>

<<if $TPanties is 1>>Far more appealing than wearing them yourself (even though you did wear them here)\ <<else>>Far more appealing than wearing them yourself<</if>>\ , and significantly more entertaining than leaving whilst clothed, you decide on option C: get the male secretary to do it. “I’m not sure I can do this,” you begin, already having figured out how you’ll manipulate $Allen into doing it. Mentally, you’ve tossed out the idea that he’s behind this, and that he’s instead hoping you’ll suggest exactly what you’re about. //He probably has a collection of panties at home, anyway,// you laugh. //If he can’t get pussy, panties are the next best thing for a guy like him.// “Wear the panties?” “For a man like me, it’ll destroy my reputation if this somehow got out. Hell, it destroyed one of my first bosses when a rumor got out that he liked feet.” That’s true, though you omit that it was //you// who started the lie in the first place, and made sure it got up to all the higher ups, opening up a position for you once he quit out of embarrassment and corporate pressure. “I just can’t do it.” “No.” $Allen murmurs, seemingly convinced. “I suppose you can’t.” “But what if whoever’s behind this clams up after I leave fully clothed? I have to find out why this is happening.” “So what do you want to do?” //3…2…1.// “We need to give them something - something close to what they asked for. Enough to keep them entertained enough that they’ll keep sending things. But what?” “Maybe you could just carry the panties back to the car?” You shake your head aggressively. “That wouldn’t work. It has to be something more…humiliating.” It would have been far easier if he suggested it himself, but it’s hardly necessary. “$Allen - you need to wear the panties.” “Me?!” He baulks, his eyebrows raising in disbelief. “The watch asked for you, and the note earlier said you should come alone.” “As well as they know, we didn’t see that note.” “And the watch?” “Like I said - we can’t give them what they want. If we did, we’d be playing right into their hands.” “So we’re going to give them…me…in the panties?” “I’m certain it’ll keep them intrigued enough to keep communicating with me.” He pauses for a moment, considering the proposition. He’s not outright said no, though he’d probably pretend to put up a fight even if he wanted to wear them. “And what about my reputation?” “Your repu-” for a moment, you have to hold back a vicious bout of laughter. //Yes, your image would SO be impacted if this ever got out.// “$Allen, you’re a lot further down the foodchain than I am.” “Sure, but I’d like to work upwards.” Another quip of his which you have to battle a desire to laugh at. //Let’s see…he cares about his reputation…I could point out that he doesn’t have much of one anyway…or I could promise to help his image.// [[Day 6 Allen Ask Nice<-Promise to help him]] [[Day 6 Allen Ask Mean<-Destory his confidence]]

<<set $Week1.Strip to 9>>\ “Your reputation? //Your// reputation?” You repeat theatrically, like it were a foreign concept. “$Allen, I hate to be the one to tell you this,” //no, I really don’t,// “but you don’t have a //reputation//.” “How can yo-of course I do!” $Allen yells, with all the intimidation of a toddler looking grumpy. “I’ve been working my ass off for years!” //I think that’s the first time I’ve ever heard him swear…or yell.// “You sure have - and for nothing. You’re a //secretary//, and without the benefits of having a tight ass or tight pussy. Do you think I started in that kind of positon?” You laugh off the hilarious thought. “How about Matt? Hell, I doubt even Miss $Dessel wasted her time as a secretary.” “Let me tell you something: having that job on your resume, as a man, is worse than there being footage all over the internet of you wearing panties. At least people can respect that you’re doing something interesting in your free time. But your 9-5? The thing you get up for 5 days a week? Well, you might as well just stay home. In fact, why don’t you just do us all a favor and quit? Hopefully your replacement is someone who understands you’ve actually got to be a woman to be a secretary.” “Well, with your slim waist, nothing-happening muscles, and girly “chit chats” with $Megan, you come pretty close, but not close enough.” “Matt actually told me that he got you a leaving present. It was going to be a coupon for to get your nails done. We had a good laugh about that - as did all the boys upstairs. The same ones who decide who’s getting a promotion.” "And I've seen their shortlist for promotions - you're not even close." “Okay.” $Allen‘s chin has sunk to his undefined chest, his eyes locked to the ground. Despite that, he holds his hand out - waiting for the panties. <<if $TPanties is 1>>With his sense of worth annihilated, you don’t hesitate in pulling down your pants, revealing that you’re already wearing the panties. And though he notices, you’re relishing the moment. //I’m wearing the panties, and you’re the who’s humiliated.// You slow down your movements in order to truly enjoy his melancholy. Then, you toss the panties at his feet, neglecting the out-stretched hand. $Allen is similarly lethargic in his movements, but for completely different reasons. They’re no longer just panties, but panties you just wore, and now he has to wear them after having his masculinity eradicated.\ <<else>>Slowly, in order to savor his melancholy, you reach into your pocket, retrieving the panties, and then hand them to him. $Allen is similarly lethargic in his movements, but for completely different reasons. After you just pointed out to him that his entire career is a waste, there can’t be any motivation left in him.<</if>> Whilst he strips of clothing, you rejoice in the knowledge that you’re throwing a wrench in the plans of whoever is behind this. Surely, they’d have considered that you either leave the cabin fully dressed in just panties, or dressed as you came into it. You’ve shattered that binary perception with your genius, and are deservingly curious as to how “your secret admirer” will react if they discover $Allen will leave the cabin in the panties. $Allen ‘s equipped the panties by the time you stop imagining the frustration/anger/shock/respect of the supposed mastermind behind this. “Good. Now, let’s le-” $Allen doesn’t wait for you to finish, and instead strides towards the door, opening it and leaving. Startled by his deliberate actions, you pick up his discarded clothing, and <<link "follow him.">><<screenflash>> <<replace "#convo1">>Exiting the cabin, you’re barely 10 feet out the door when a blinding light appears. For a brief moment, you think it’s some alien orb that’s a prelude to your abduction. That would certainly explain the strange lure that lead you here. Once your eyes adapt to the brightness, however, you realize it’s not an alien artifact, but a floodlight. It’s attached to one of the many tall trees around you, about 30 feet in the air. And you’re in the dead center of it. As you figure the object out, something else touches your senses. This isn’t something visible, however, but something audible. At first, you figure it’s a bird flapping its wings. Then, you realize there’s nothing natural about it. Repetitive, sharp and vaguely familiar. “It’s a camera.” $Allen looks around a little longer, perhaps trying to figure out where the camera could be, before leisurely exiting the spotlight. “I’d guess the camera was trained on us…meaning they’ve got pictures of you dressed like that.” $Allen doesn’t respond. [[Day 6 Allen Car Return<-...]]<</replace>> <</link>> \ \ <<if $Panties[1] is 1>><<set $Panties[1] to 0>>\ <<elseif $Panties[2] is 1>><<set $Panties[2] to 0>><</if>>\ <<set $Clothes.Panties to -1>>\

<<set $Week1.Strip to 8>>\ “Okay - if you do this, I’ll put in a good word about you to Miss $Dessel.” “Miss $Dessel and I already get along well.” You roll your eyes, desperately wishing you’d chosen to be cruel rather than play nice. “Of course. I know you do. But if you want to work your way up the corporate ladder, as you suggest, it’s important that your superiors not just like, but respect you.” “You don’t think she respects me?” //How fragile is his ego?// “Of course she does, but there’s no limit on how much admiration someone can have for another, and I ==think== //know// it’d prove incredibly valuable to your career if Miss $Dessel hears just how helpful you were to Matt.” $Allen considers the disguised offer for a moment. On the off chance that this has been a performance, and he was already willing to wear the panties, it’s frustrating that he’s gotten something from you in the way of a good word, but the only other option, destroying his sense of worth even more, might have had some nasty consequences. “Okay, I’ll do it.” “Excellent.” Your smile can’t be suppressed. Of course, this does mean you ought to say something to Miss $Dessel, but it’s unlikely $Allen will hold you to your word. How exactly could he tell anyone about this situation without looking across even more pathetically to anyone else? <<if $TPanties is 1>>That said, you haven’t done yourself any favors by wearing the panties here. There’s no smooth way you can excuse yourself to take them off, and he’s expecting them //now//. In the end, you do your best to save face by simply stripping in front of him, confidently stepping out of the panties, and then handing them to him. He doesn’t react - verbally - to the display, but his face reveals some amount of confusion. Perhaps he’ll arrive at a conclusion such as you suspected the watch requested this very thing. If he doesn’t, though, then you’ve got a greater advantage over him, because he’s the one who’ll not only wearing them back to the car, but he’ll do so knowing that you just wore them. //How humiliating for him.//\ <<else>>Reaching into your pocket, you retrieve the panties before handing them to him.<</if>> As $Allen undresses entirely, then adorns his svelte frame in just the panties, you rejoice in the knowledge that you’re throwing a wrench in the plans of whoever is behind this. Surely, they’d have considered that you either leave the cabin fully dressed in just panties, or dressed as you came into it. You’ve shattered that binary perception with your genius, and are deservingly curious as to how “your secret admirer” will react if they discover $Allen will leave the cabin in the panties. <<if $Panties[1] is 1>>“I guess this is the part where we leave.” $Allen suggests, summoning courage with the words. Does he think a crowd of journalists have silently crowded around the entrance to the shed whilst you’ve been inside.\ <<else>>“I thought you said they were pink.” $Allen muses, taking a closer look at the panties. “Did I? Well, the lighting is hardly good in here.” Right now is not the time to explain to $Allen that the panties are actually $Megan ‘s, and that she has the pink ones.<</if>> “Would you mind?” He nods to the pile of discarded clothing. Currently, you can’t complain at the prospect of being a simple mule; it’s far too satisfying seeing your will manifested around you for such a trivial thing to bother you. “Of course.” You pick up the clothes and pair of shoes. //Horribly cheap shoes,// you mentally amend. “Lead the way.” Naturally, you prefer being the one in charge, and therefore leading the way. But when you can snicker at $Allen in the panties if he’s ahead, you don’t mind taking a backseat. Together, you <<link "exit the cabin.">><<screenflash>> <<replace "#convo1">>You’re barely 10 feet out the door when a blinding light appears. For a brief moment, you think it’s some alien orb that’s a prelude to your abduction. That would certainly explain the strange lure that lead you here. Once your eyes adapt to the brightness, however, you realize it’s not an alien artifact, but a floodlight. It’s attached to one of the many tall trees around you, about 30 feet in the air. And you’re in the dead center of it. As you figure the object out, something else touches your senses. This isn’t something visible, however, but something audible. At first, you figure it’s a bird flapping its wings. Then, you realize there’s nothing natural about it. Repetitive, sharp and vaguely familiar. “It’s a camera.” $Allen, after recovering from his bout of temporary paralysis, dashes out of the spotlight. “A camera? Where is it?” His words are frantic and loud, not just the normal nervous tone you’re accustomed to hearing from him. Calmly, you exit the light, safe in the knowledge that you weren’t captured in a compromised position, even if that’s what “your secret admirer” was expecting. Not only that, but you can relish in $Allen ‘s insecurity. “I don’t know; it’s far too dark to tell.” “Well we have to find it!” He insists, emotions clearly having taken over his mind. “There’ll be pictures of me…dressed in these!” In unison, you look down at the panties. “$Allen, don’t worry,” you recall a girlfriend who’d always get so worked up whenever you said that. Hopefully, it’ll just annoy $Allen, who’s already on edge. “Chances are they’ve probably been automatically uploaded to some sort of cloud network. Finding the camera won’t do anything.” “Uploa-oh, no!” He moans, pacing about the darkness just beside the light’s perimeter. “Try to relax. We can think this over back at the car.” [[Day 6 Allen Car Return<-...]]<</replace>> <</link>> \ \ <<if $Panties[1] is 1>><<set $Panties[1] to 0>>\ <<elseif $Panties[2] is 1>><<set $Panties[2] to 0>><</if>>\ <<set $Clothes.Panties to -1>>\

<<set $H to 2, $M to 0>>\ <<set $Clothes.Top to -1, $Clothes.Shoes to -1>>\ You’d briefly feared that whoever was behind this would take the opportunity to steal your car. Though $Bethany would have given you a warning if a break in was detected(or so the salesman claimed), even you, with your peak physical conditioning, couldn’t make it back to the car in time to stop it. <<if $Week1.Strip is 9>>$Allen slothfully reequips his clothing once you’re safely back. He doesn’t bother doing up all the buttons to his shirt, which he also doesn’t care to tuck in. With that in mind, it shouldn’t be surprising that he doesn’t care to put on his shoes. Instead, he simply places them in his lap once he’s in the passenger seat of the car.\ <<elseif $Week1.Strip is 8>>$Allen swiftly reequips his clothing once you’re safely back. Though he could have covered up at any earlier point in the walk, he was perhaps too distracted thinking about how the pictures of him in just the panties belong to someone still unknown.\ <<elseif $Week1.Strip is 6>>In unison, you enter the car. It’s a mostly absent minded action for you; your mind is focused on considering who could have set up this whole performance.\ <<else>>Once you’re safely back, you reequip the clothing that $Allen gently drops on the hood of your car. Of course, you could have dressed at any point on the journey back, but it’s a task that’s much easier with a car to lean against, and nor did you fancy your pristine shirt or jacket being dropped in the dirt, even for a moment. Primarily, though, you didn’t cover up because it wouldn’t have changed the pictures that had already been taken.<</if>> You put your key in the ignition and drive away, ready to in the familiar comfort of the cut-throat city you call home. <<if $Week1.Strip is 9>>“Look, I’m sure we’ll figure out who this is.” You offer, attempting to lure $Allen out of his sudden bout of despair. “And if you were right, and it is Matt, then you’ve got nothing to worry about.” “Because Matt was so nice to me.” $Allen bites back with the force of a kitten. He’s staring out of his passenger side window, his elbow stationed on the frame of the car, and his corresponding palm is the only thing propping up his head. For a very brief moment, you consider if all those pranks you and Matt pulled on the man were necessary, or even valuable to your position in the company. Picking on the male secretary is fun - what would he ever do to fight back? Nothing was the answer for the entirety of Matt’s tenure in the company. No, teasing him was all a part of corporate life. Your mistake, it would seem, was letting $Allen in on the secret of the business world. There’s a chance, of course, that he’ll use this revelatory moment to turn his life around, and finally make it meaningful. In which case, you expect a hefty thank you once he takes a step up the rung. In the more likely event that this will result in a decline of his life now that the illusions have been shattered, maybe he’ll be replaced by a secretary with a particularly juicy ass. If hot enough, you could even politic for her to switch roles with $Megan. After all, $Allen ‘s current role is very slightly above $Megan ‘s in terms of importance. “You can let me out here.” He speaks up again, after an awkward 15 or so minutes of silence where you were hesitant to even turn on the radio. “Here? I picked you up a mile down the road.” “Just let me out.” You shake your head, pulling over at the next free spot. Without even putting on his cheap shoes, $Allen exit the vehicle, trotting off down the street, his sullen face parallel with the ground. “Ah, he’ll get over it by Monday.” Monday. Unless your “Secret Admirer's” appetite for fun has been satiated, Monday is going to be a //very// interesting day.\ <<elseif $Week1.Strip is 8>>“I guess you’re really hoping it’s Matt now, huh?” You half-joke, though truth be told, you can’t imagine just what your old boss would be willing to do with pictures of $Allen wearing just panties. “You really don’t know who’s behind this?” Rather than voice the obvious answer, you simply shrug. “Not a clue.” “Great.” For all the trouble the original “gift” of panties, and the following note, caused you it’s nice to share some of that hassle, especially when it’s bothering someone as malleable as $Allen. After 15 or so minutes of driving (you make good mileage due to the minimal traffic of the late pm/early am), you arrive back in city, and then just outside of where you picked $Allen up from. “So…I’ll see you on Monday, I guess. Will you tell me if you hear anything more from whoever’s doing this?” “Of course.” He gently shuts the door to your car behind him. Monday. Unless your “Secret Admirer's” appetite for fun has been satiated, Monday is going to be a //very// interesting day.\ <<elseif $Week1.Strip is 6>>“What do you think they wanted those pictures for?” //Does he really think I hadn’t been considering that the entire walk back to my car?// “Something to jack off to? I don’t know.” Of course, something as benign as that really wouldn’t be worrying, but masturbation material doesn’t even crack your top ten theories. “It can’t be anything good.” “And your best theory?” $Allen, from what you can see in the mirror, is clueless. “What was your car’s AI called, again?” “$Bethany.” “$Bethay?” “Yes?” Your machine replies after a small delay likely from trying to identify the unfamiliar speaker. “What do you think someone might want with a picture of a man wearing panties?” $Bethany pauses again. “There are multiple reasons somebody may want a picture of a man in panties, such as blackmail/extortion, a means to humiliate them, or as a source of masturbation material.” “Maybe you were onto something after all.” $Allen laughs. “Are they all so crass?” “The AIs? They feed off their owner.” “Oh.” $Allen winces at the idea, coming to the conclusion that it must have heard you say some pretty unsavory things in order to agree that somebody may have wanted those pictures as something to get off to. After 15 or so minutes of driving (you make good mileage due to the minimal traffic of the late pm/early am), you arrive back in city, and then just outside of where you picked $Allen up from. “So…I’ll see you on Monday, I guess.” “I’ll see you then.” He gently shuts the door to your car behind him. Monday. Unless your “Secret Admirer's” appetite for fun has been satiated, Monday is going to be a //very// interesting day.\ <<else>>“So,” $Allen begins hesitantly, perhaps unsure if he should test your patience with dialogue right now. “What do you think the deal with that watch is?” “This ugly piece of trash?” You drive with one hand to inspect the wrist of your other. “It sure as hell isn’t a normal watch.” “They must have gave it to you for a good reason. If all they wanted was what it said back in the cabin, they very easily could have left another note.” “I’d take it off if I could.” You peer closer at your wrist. Even in the better lighting of your car, you can’t make out a latch to undo it. “And do you have any idea what they could want with those pictures?” Again, you’re clueless, and with infinitely more questions than you have answers. “Hopefully you’ll find out more after you did what they asked.” “We can certainly hope so.” After 15 or so minutes of driving (you make good mileage due to the minimal traffic of the late pm/early am), you arrive back in city, and then just outside of where you picked $Allen up from. “So…I’ll see you on Monday, I guess.” “I’ll see you then.” He gently shuts the door to your car behind him. Monday. Unless your “Secret Admirer's” appetite for fun has been satiated, Monday is going to be a //very// interesting day.<</if>> [[Home<-Return home][$Clothes.Top to -1, $Clothes.Shoes to -1]]

<<set $Week1.Strip to 6>>\ “I’m sick of this - we’re leaving.” “You’re sure?” $Allen ‘s question doesn’t allay your suspicions of him. The question is, will he try persuading you to wear them? “Yes, I’m sure.” He passively shrugs. “Alright.” //That’s a no, then.// Though, you can tell he’s surprised by your decision. Perhaps he was relying on the fact you’d agree, that he’s now clueless as to how he should proceed. “Come on. I’m done here.” Striding over to the door, you swing it open and walk out, $Allen obediently falling into line behind you. Stepping outside the cabin, you’re caught off guard by a sudden and blinding <<link "object.">><<screenflash>>\ <<replace "#convo1">>For a brief moment, you think it’s some alien orb that’s a prelude to your abduction. That would certainly explain the strange lure that lead you here. Once your eyes adapt to the brightness, however, you realize it’s not an alien artifact, but a floodlight. It’s attached to one of the many tall trees around you, about 30 feet in the air. And you’re in the dead center of it. As you figure the object out, something else touches your senses. This isn’t something visible, however, but something audible. At first, you figure it’s a bird flapping its wings. Then, you realize there’s nothing natural about it. Repetitive, sharp and vaguely familiar. “It’s a camera.” Peripherally, you notice $Allen nodding in agreement. “And if the light’s trained on us, I’m guessing the camera is, too.” “If I were wearing those panties, they’d have a bunch of pictures of me wearing them.” You shrug, grimacing at the scenario. “Come on. Let’s get back.” [[Day 6 Allen Car Return<-...]]<</replace>><</link>>

<<set $Clothes.Top to 0, $Clothes.Shoes to 0>>\ Despite your better instincts, you opt to play along with your mysterious pursuer. <<if $TPanties is 1>>“Turn around.” You command $Allen, who obediently does as asked. Of course, part of the reason you’re insisting that he do so is because now he won’t realize you were //already// wearing the panties. In fact, if you weren’t wearing them, you wouldn’t have minded that he still look - it’d be a glorious sight, witnessing him acknowledge your hefty manhood. Initially dispensing with your top layers, you move to your shoes and socks, and complete the undressing by removing your pants, leaving just the panties. $Allen, when he turns around, stares at the panties for a few seconds before returning his eyes to yours. Clearly he’s so shocked that his Herculean, sort-of boss, is wearing something so girly.\ <<else>>Initially dispensing with your top layers, you move to your shoes and socks, and complete the undressing by removing your pants. You’re almost eager to remove your boxers - the sight of $Allen realizing just how glorious your manhood is would be brilliant, and would remind him that even in panties, you’re doubly as masculine as he could ever be. Sadly, the idiot ruins that possibility by looking explicitly to the side. It’s not a full body turn, but instead a neck turn, as though he were being nonchalant about it. Switching out your lengthy, luxurious boxers for the panties, you somehow feel even more vulnerable in them compared to being completely naked. Vulnerable, yet weirdly comfortable, though you can’t spend long enjoying the tactile sensation.<</if>> <<if $MeganD.Day2Panties is 2>><<set $Clothes.Panties to 2, $Week1.Strip to 2>>\ <<else>><<set $Clothes.Panties to 1, $Week1.Strip to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $Panties[1] is 1>>“And you’re going to leave in just them?” “I didn’t put them on just to change my mind.” You glance towards your pile of discarded clothing. “Carry them for me.” He complies, a welcome reminder of who //ought// to have control.\ <<elseif $Panties[2] is 1>>“I thought you said they were pink.” “Did I? I guess I was wrong.” Right now is not the time to explain to $Allen that the panties are actually $Megan ‘s, and that she has the pink ones. “Come on. The sooner we leave, the sooner I can get changed. Grab my clothes for me.” He complies, a welcome reminder of who //ought// to have control.<</if>> After that, you head towards the cabin door, and <<link "leave.">><<replace "#convo1">><<screenflash>>\ Before you can take a third step outside, you’re attacked by a sharp, blinding light. For a brief moment, you think it’s some alien orb that’s a prelude to your abduction. That would certainly explain the strange lure that lead you here. Once your eyes adapt to the brightness, however, you realize it’s not an alien artifact, but a floodlight. It’s attached to one of the many tall trees around you, about 30 feet in the air. And you’re in the dead center of it. As you figure the object out, something else touches your senses. This isn’t something visible, however, but something audible. At first, you figure it’s a bird flapping its wings. Then, you realize there’s nothing natural about it. Repetitive, sharp and vaguely familiar. “It’s a camera.” “It’s a camera.” Peripherally, you notice $Allen nodding in agreement. “And if the light’s trained on us, I’m guessing the camera is, too.” “So now they've got pictures of me wearing...panties.” You grimace. “Come on. Let’s get back.” [[Day 6 Allen Car Return<-...]]<</replace>><</link>>

<<widget "Day6Allen1">>\ <<set $AllenD.Knowledge to 3>>\ <<set $H to 23, $M to 0>>\ While you know that $Allen cycles to work, you’re unsure if he’s without a car entirely. Certainly, you’d bet that’s the case, but you wouldn’t bet your own car on it. In many respects, it’d be better if he didn’t have a car, for his own sake, because whatever measly salary he’s on wouldn’t be enough for anything better than an Aford Zinto, and at that point, you might as well just crawl to work. If $Henry showed up in one of those crappy little hatchbacks, you might delete his contact on the spot. You can’t afford to be associating with someone with taste //that// bad. The point of your tirade is that you’re the one picking $Allen up, not vice versa, and he’s thankfully waiting on the curb for you to arrive. “Evening, $Jam.” He greets, paradoxically brightly for how late it is. “$Allen.” You reply, waiting for the frustrating long time it takes for him to get the seat belt into the buckle before driving away. //Yep, probably no car.// “Have you thought anymore on who could be behind this?” “A bit.” //Of course I have, moron. What sort of idiot do you think I am?// “I think I have a good idea myself.” “Oh?” You murmur with the same enthusiasm you show him whenever he approaches you in the office - none. “And what’s that?” “Matt.” “Our old boss?” “You know how he loved his…pranks.” It’s only now that you realize that $Allen attributes the blame for all the jokes at his expense towards Matt, even though you were obviously a part of them. Presumably, it’s because Matt was your superior. Frustration grows inside you that you’re not getting the credit you deserve. “He sure did.” “What if this was one final one?” You consider the idea, and don’t immediately dismiss it. $Allen does have a point - unlike $Henry, Matt had the patience for a prank that was a little more thought-out. However, to do it in the manner “your secret admirer” is doing it, is something you don’t suspect Matt would think of. It’s not impossible, but he’s not your top contender. Off the top of your head, you can’t even recall any specific instance where you referenced panties together, which could be the origin of such a joke. Nor can you think of any time he mentioned Hedersby Woods. “Maybe.” [[Day 6 Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 2]]\ <</widget>> <<widget "Day6Allen2">>\ <<set $H to 23, $M to 45>>\ Your car starts gently beeping after 20 minutes of driving, and you know you’ve arrived at the coordinates. Conveniently, there’s a natural indent in the forest for you to park in, though there are no other vehicles around, not only parked, but for the past 5 minutes of the journey. “I guess this is the part where we get out.” $Allen suggests, looking for any excuse to turn back, but not wanting to admit it. “Are you’re sure it didn’t say 11am?” You shake your head, both to answer “no”, and also to express your frustration at such a stupid question. Fingers gripped on the door handle, you open it, feeling the cool air on your face. $Allen follows suit. “Do you see that?” You do, and together you approach a marked stone just beside the entrance to the forest. “You don’t think that’s meant for us, do you?” $Allen asks, his voice quivering slightly. On the side of the large rock, which has a somewhat flat side aimed towards the parked car, there’s a roughly 12 by 12 inch “X”. “I think it was meant for me.” You correct him, looking around for any other sign which might be designed to capture your attention. “And the coordinates led us right here.” $Allen leans over, playing with something at the base of a rock. Peering in yourself, you see…another rock. “The problem is not a shortage of rocks.” “It’s not that.” He hushes. “Look.” Beneath the small stone, there’s piece of paper. He unfolds it, holding it up for all 3 of you to read. “Follow the trail for a quarter of a mile.” “Come alone.” [[Day 6 Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 3]]\ <</widget>> <<widget "Day6Allen3">>\ <<set $Day3 to 7, $Day to $Day + 1, $H to 0, $M to 20>>\ “I really don’t like this. Why would they need you to come alone?” When you don’t respond right away, $Allen tries to comfort himself by talking more. “Maybe Matt only has plans for one person, not two.” “Come alone.” You repeat, trying to make sense of the most recent note. “There’s no way someone could have known we were coming together, right?” You eye your companion suspiciously. The last note never specified that you should come alone, and yet this one, as you’ve arrived with $Allen, has. Could he have something to do with this? It’s tricky to believe that, of course. Currently, he looks prepared to jump right back in the car if you said you’d decided to leave. This nervousness is a part of his character, meaning if this were an act, then //all// of him would have to be an act. //But// he has been the butt of several of your jokes, the same ones which Matt was also behind. Maybe he’s looking for some payback on you now that his other well dressed bully is gone. “Do you think we should go back?” You ask $Allen, disinterested in the response itself, and more so in how he answers. “I think you either should go alone, or we both go back.” He answers, his voice wavering in the fear that’s permeated his body. “Play along with whoever’s behind this completely, or not at all.” Your cross examination doesn’t provide any satisfying or conclusive results. If he were behind this, though, why would he volunteer to come with you, only to back out now? Perhaps that’s exactly what he’s relying on. If that were the case, going back home now wouldn’t do anything, at least that’s how you perceive it. He’d surely want you to go in alone, leaving him here. That’d allow him access to your car - maybe the very reason he potentially set this up in the first place. Still, what would he really do? //Steal// your car? He doesn’t have even close to the necessary balls for that, and you’re certain $Bethany has some security feature to safeguard against that type of thing anyway. //I wonder if he’d be acting any different if he hadn’t caught me spray painting his bike neon pink that one time.// “Well? What do you want to do?” [[Day 6 Actual<-Go together][$VarEvent to 4]] [[Day 6 Actual<-Go alone][$VarEvent to 3, $Var to 1]]\ <</widget>> <<widget "Day6Allen4">>\ “We’ll go together,” you command, setting off on the beaten path. “Together?” $Allen murmurs, doubtlessly shaking his head in disappointment, though it’s impossible to know for sure since he’s behind you. “If that note said to come alone, do you think Matt, or whoever is behind this, knew you came with me?” “Maybe.” “But how could they have known? Do you think there were cameras set up on the way here?” “They’d have to be pretty far out to be able to put that note there, and it’s hard to imagine that an inexpensive camera could capture footage of two people in a car at night.” “Inexpensive?” “If it is Matt behind this, then I doubt he’s willing to spend a lot of money on something pricey. That’s a lot of money for a small pay off.” “Didn’t his new job come with a pay rise?” “Tha-” you cut yourself off, the idea seeming more plausible as you give it a few seconds of thought. “A substantial one.” [[Day 6 Walking<-...][$VarEvent to 5]]\ <</widget>> <<widget "Day6Allen5">>\ <<set $H to 1, $M to 0>>\ “Over there, do you see that?” In the distance, about 20 meters ahead and up a very slight incline, there’s a structure. It’s small and mostly blends into the dark, but there are a few freckles of light. $Allen breathes an audible sigh of relief. “It looks safe in there.” “//There// is probably exactly where whoever is behind this //wants// us to go.” “Didn’t we come here to meet them?” You don’t answer, and step closer to the building, your excitement growing that you might finally have some answers. As you come closer to the structure, you learn more about its character. It’s a sort of wooden shed, maybe 5 by 5 meters, though you’d have to circle the thing to know for sure. The spots of light you saw are actually tiny gaps in the wood formed by ill maintenance and curious creatures. It’s clearly disused, except for whoever it is wanted you to come here. This //has// to be the location the note at the rock was referring to. With a final glance towards your skittish companion, you step in front of the door, and push on the <<link "handle.">> <<replace "#convo1">>It opens with little resistance, and the inside is pleasantly illuminated in stark contrast to the surrounding forest. There are a couple of cabinets lining the walls, as well as some easily identifiable equipment. There’s some cages, presumably for catching small animals, as well as sticks with rope on the end, which you guess are used for leading bigger predators away. Most of the equipment, however, loses you as to its purpose. And you’re only taking in the environment, of course, because there’s nobody inside the building. There is, however, something of note, and something which you assume is intended for you. There’s a table set up conspicuously in the middle of the room. There’s only one item on it: a watch. An ugly //digital// watch. “Great. We were led all this way out here just so someone could show off their shitty jewelry.” “I don’t know; I like digital watches.” Come to think of it, you’ve seen $Allen wear one on more than one occasion. Inspecting it closer, something odd about it catches your eye. The watch has a face, of course, but instead of having two straps on two opposite sides, it just has one long one. “How does you fasten the thing?” As you pick the item up, it seems to get a mind of its own, falling from your fingers and wrapping the strap completely around your wrist and connecting to itself, forming a full circle. [[Day 6 Watch 1<-...][$VarEvent to 10]]<</replace>><</link>> \ <</widget>>

<<if $Var is 1 and $Clothes.Panties lt 0>>\ <<set $Clothes.Top to 0, $Clothes.Shoes to 0>>\ Shaking your head in disapproval, you undress completely, doing it at great speed in order to get the ordeal over with more quickly. After your boxers are tossed onto the pile, you replace your underwear with the panties. Given the rugged character of the cabin, and the cold weather and wind outside it, their softness feels out of place, though you don’t dwell on it.\ <<elseif $Var is 1>>\ <<set $Clothes.Top to 0, $Clothes.Shoes to 0>>\ Shaking your head in disapproval, you undress completely, doing it at great speed in order to get the ordeal over with more quickly. Given the rugged character of the cabin, and the cold weather and wind outside it, their softness feels out of place, though you don’t dwell on it.\ <<elseif $Var is 2>>Taking a final look around the cabin, as if to search for an answer that’s dedicated to its privacy, you affirm your decision. Whoever’s behind this can go fuck themselves.<</if>> \ <<if $Var is 1 and $Panties[1] is 1>><<set $Clothes.Panties to 1, $Week1.Strip to 1>>\ <<elseif $Var is 1 and $Panties[2] is 1>><<set $Clothes.Panties to 2, $Week1.Strip to 2>>\ <<elseif $Var is 2>><<set $Week1.Strip to 6>><</if>>\ After that, you step over to the cabin door, and <<link "leave.">><<replace "#convo1">><<screenflash>>\ Before you can make it far, a blinding light turns on. For a brief moment, you think it’s some alien orb that’s a prelude to your abduction. That would certainly explain the strange lure that lead you here. Once your eyes adapt to the brightness, however, you realize it’s not an alien artifact, but a floodlight. It’s attached to one of the many tall trees around you, about 30 feet in the air. And the three of you are in the dead center of it. As you figure the object out, something else touches your senses. This isn’t something visible, however, but something audible. At first, you figure it’s a bird flapping its wings. Then, you realize there’s nothing natural about it. Repetitive, sharp and vaguely familiar. “It’s a camera.” <<if $Var is 1>> They have you. They have pictures of you, like this, in bright lights. They have your name, your place of work. … Just what do they want? With all the calmness you can muster, you waltz out of the light. Their pictures most likely capture you reliably. Running wouldn’t change that; it’d only give them a different pose.\ <<elseif $Var is 2>>“They wanted pictures of me…in the panties.” You look around, searching for where the camera could be, or anything (or anyone) else that deserves attention. There’s nothing. “But why would the want that? And what would they have done with those pictures?” You waltz out of the light, wondering if the trend of having more question than answers will ever change.<</if>> After that, you return to the path, and head back towards the road. <<if $Week1.Forest is 0>>[[Day 6 Alone Return<-...]]\ <<else>>[[Day 6 Alone Meet up<-...]]<</if>><</replace>><</link>>

The journey back from the cabin is much slower than the journey to it. No matter how hard you think on who's behind this mystery, no answer comes, and you promise that you'll give up speculating, only for a new theory to pop up second later. <<if $Week1.Forest is 1>>Approaching the entrance to the forest, you see $Megan stood by your car, entertaining herself with her phone.\ <<elseif $Week1.Forest is 2>>Approaching the entrance to the forest, you see Miss $Dessel is leaning against the hood of her car. Under other circumstances, you might care about the disrespect she's showing the beautiful vehicle, but not right now.\ <<elseif $Week1.Forest is 3>>Approaching the entrance to the forest, you overhear the chatter of girls. You pause briefly, wondering if they could be laughing about how easily you followed their plans, but it's actually something much more benign. Preferred style of panties, actually.\ <<elseif $Week1.Forest is 4>>Approaching the entrance to the forest, you see $Henry is busying himself by inspecting the finer points of your car. Currently, it's the exhaust pipe that has him enamoured.\ <<elseif $Week1.Forest is 5>>Approaching the entrance to the forest, $Allen is barely paying attention, instead looking out towards the direction your car is facing, and the road which curves out of sight behind hundreds of trees.\ <<elseif $Week1.Forest is 6>>Approaching the entrance to the forest, you can overhear the chat of what might as well be children. $Henry is insisting that several corpses have turned up in the forest, all men. And those men just so happened to be slim built, receptionists, secretaries or assistants.<</if>> <<if $Week1.Forest is 1>><<Week1AloneReturnMegan>>\ <<elseif $Week1.Forest is 2>><<Week1AloneReturnDessel>>\ <<elseif $Week1.Forest is 3>><<Week1AloneReturnMeganDessel>>\ <<elseif $Week1.Forest is 4>><<Week1AloneReturnHenry>>\ <<elseif $Week1.Forest is 5>><<Week1AloneReturnAllen>>\ <<elseif $Week1.Forest is 6>><<Week1AloneReturnHenryAllen>><</if>> [[Home<-Return home][$Clothes.Top to -1, $Clothes.Shoes to -1]]

<<set $Clothes.Top to -1, $Clothes.Shoes to -1>>\ Mercifully, your car is exactly how you’d left it. \ <<if $Var is 1>>One of the worst case scenarios you’d thought of on the trail back was the wanna-be mastermind behind all of this stealing your car. Frankly, picking the lesser evil of losing your car and there being loose pictures of you in panties is very tricky. Like all hypotheticals, it’s robbed you of more brain power than it deserves.\ <<elseif $Var is 2>>One of the worst case scenarios you’d thought of on the trail back was the wanna-be mastermind behind all of this stealing your car. If you’d given them what they wanted by wearing the panties, it’d be a nasty double whammy, but as it turned out, you’re saved from any such harm.<</if>> <<if $Var is 1>>Now that you’re back at your car, you decide to redress yourself. Of course, you could have done it at any point on the way back, but the watch’s message didn’t support such a thing, and you choose to follow its instructions. Only once your belt it secure around your waist do you get into your car and drive off.\ <<elseif $Var is 2>>You ponder the situation for a while longer whilst respectfully leaning against the hood of your car, but you can’t conjure up any answers still. So after giving up on that, you enter your car and drive off.<</if>> “They sent me a package last Tuesday, and then again on Thursday.” <<if $Var is 1>>“I’m willing to bet I’ll be getting something from them next week as well.” “And I get the feeling I’m not going to like it.”\ <<else>>“If I haven’t made them bored, I’m willing to bet I’ll be getting something from them next week as well.” “And if this was them trying to be nice, I wonder if they’ll try being cruel.”<</if>>

<<widget "Day6Alone1">>\ "Coordinates received." $Bethany chirps as you finish typing in the details from your "admirer's" invitation. On the screen in the central part of your dashboard, a map pops up, with a colorful, dotted line projecting your journey. You pull out and begin it, filled with curiosity far more than annoyance, despite the hours of thought the panties have taken from you. "This is an interesting time to go to the woods." "Yep." "It is not advised to go to such remote areas at night, particularly alone." Her warning, as needless as it was, will not be listened to. "Yep." "Would you like me to search for any adventurous playlists?" Finally, your AI has forced you to change your answer. "No." You <<link "continue">> <<replace "#more">>After an unexpectedly calming journey, there's a light beep coming from the dashboard, and you realize that your inputted destination is only a dozen or so meters ahead. Of course, a large forest like you're going to be entering has been visible for the last leg of your journey. In fact, you've driven beside it for the past 5 minutes. But it's better to get out where the coordinates specified, you reason. Pulling over, you realize you're at a natural indent in the forest, where a patch of grass has been cleared to allow half a dozen cars to park. Currently, you're the only one here. And ahead, beside a tree which you can't even see the top portion of, something catches your eye. [[Day 6 Actual<-...][$VarEvent += 1]]<</replace>> <</link>> driving. \ <</widget>> <<widget "Day6Alone2">>\ <<set $H to 0, $M to 0, $Day3 to 7, $Day to $Day + 1>>\ Exiting your car, making doubly sure to lock it, you approach the curious object which you can tell is out of place, despite the darkness still shrouding the object. On the side of a large rock, which has a somewhat flat side aimed towards your parked car, there’s a roughly 12 by 12 inch “X” - but why? During the day time, which is when visitors would be advised to come, the opening in the forest would be more than visible. And, as your AI pointed out, night time entry is discouraged, so there wouldn't be a reason to make the opening more obvious at night. Also, you didn't spot a single similar rock on the way here, despite passing many openings to the forest. It's a possibility that you just hadn't seen the marked rocks, but to have missed them several times? It seems unlikely. No. It seems this is a unique rock, and you'd be willing to be it was put here for //you//. At the base of the large rock, there's a small stone, comparable to the size of a brick. And beneath that, something highly out of place - a scrap of paper. Leaning over and pulling it from beneath the rock's weight, you unfold the note. “Follow the trail for a quarter of a mile.” “Come alone.” "This //has// to be for me." If you weren't so confused by the whole thing, you might be flattered at the effort someone has put into luring you here. Glancing around, it's as barren $Bethany gave you the impression it would be. Seeing more than 20 feet ahead is wishful, and it's going to be far worse in the dense forest populated by indistinguishable trees and bushes. A coward might back out, but you came here not knowing what the night holds, and so it would take more than a note to scare you away. [[Day 6 Actual<-...][$VarEvent += 1]]\ <</widget>> <<widget "Day6Alone3">>\ You set off alone into the dense foliage that seems to go on for miles, though you can only see just a few meters ahead of you. The thin sliver of illumination your phone’s flashlight provides helps slightly, but only in a very narrow patch in 45 degrees directly ahead. Suffice to say, your peripheral vision is non existent, and should your worst paranoia about what exactly is going on prove true, you’ll be very vulnerable. <hr> \ Trudging through the overgrown grass and toppled over trees, you lose track of just how long you’ve been walking for. Certainly it feels like a long time, but during tense moments like this, you know feelings can be unreliable. \ <<if $Week1.Forest is 0>>Not helping your disorientation is the constant, nagging desire to figure out who's behind this. After all, if somebody like $Henry lured you here, he could very well be hiding behind a tree. And even if he's not, thoughts of him and every other suspect, plagues you.\ <<elseif $Week1.Forest is 1>>Though you're naturally absorbed in the moment, wondering just what you'll find past the next set of stumps, part of you wonders if $Megan could have a role in all this. She was certainly eager to come along to the forest, though her willingness to stay at the car wouldn't coincide with that theory.\ <<elseif $Week1.Forest is 2>>Though you're naturally absorbed in the moment, wondering just what you'll find past the next set of stumps, part of you wonders if Miss $Dessel could be behind all this, or at least have a role in it. After all, her introduction into your life coincided, almost to the exact day, with you receiving the panties in the first place.\ <<elseif $Week1.Forest is 3>>Though you’re naturally absorbed in the moment, wondering just what you’ll find past the next set of stumps, part of you also lingers on the possibility that your chosen companions could be behind all this. Then again, they were more than happy to let you go alone. Why?\ <<elseif $Week1.Forest is 4>>Though you're naturally absorbed in the moment, wondering just what you'll find past the next set of stumps, part of you wonders if $Henry could be behind all this. He was eager to come with you to the forest, although he was willing to stay with the car.\ <<elseif $Week1.Forest is 5>>Though you're naturally absorbed in the moment, wondering just what you'll find past the next set of stumps, part of you wonders if $Allen could have had some role in this. He has the motive, though none of the spine required. At least, that's how it appears.\ <<elseif $Week1.Forest is 6>>Though you’re naturally absorbed in the moment, wondering just what you’ll find past the next set of stumps, part of you also lingers on the possibility that your chosen companions could be behind all this. Then again, they were more than willing to let you go alone. Why?\ <</if>> [[Day 6 Actual<-...][$VarEvent += 1]]\ <</widget>> <<widget "Day6Alone4">>\ “What’s that?” In the distance, about 20 meters ahead and up a very slight incline, there’s a structure. It’s small and mostly blends into the dark, but there are a few freckles of light. As you edge closer to the structure, you learn more about its character. It’s a sort of wooden shed, maybe 5 by 5 meters, though you’d have to circle the thing to know for sure. The spots of light you saw are actually tiny gaps in the wood formed by ill maintenance and curious creatures. It’s clearly disused, except for whoever it is wanted you to come here. This //has// to be the location the note at the rock was referring to. With a final glance around, forming a cursory conclusion that there’s nobody nearby, you step in front of the door, and push on the handle. [[Day 6 Actual<-...][$VarEvent += 1]]\ <</widget>> <<widget "Day6Alone5">>\ It opens with little resistance, and the inside is pleasantly illuminated in stark contrast to the surrounding forest. There are a couple of cabinets lining the walls, as well as some easily identifiable equipment. There’s some cages, presumably for catching small animals, as well as sticks with rope on the end, which you guess are used for leading bigger predators away. Most of the equipment, however, loses you as to its purpose. Of course, the only reason you stop to take in the surroundings is because there’s nobody in the structure, which is both a relief, and also frustrating. You hover towards a table set up conspicuously in the middle of the room. There’s only one item on it: a watch. An ugly //digital// watch. “Great. I was led all this way out here just so someone could show off their shitty jewelry.” Inspecting it closer, something odd about it catches your eye. The watch has a face, of course, but instead of having two straps on two opposite sides, it just has one long one. “How does you fasten the thing?” As you pick the item up, it seems to get a mind of its own, falling from your fingers and wrapping the strap completely around your wrist and connecting to itself, forming a full circle. [[Day 6 Watch 1<-...][$VarEvent to 10]]\ <</widget>>

Slowly, you turn toward $Allen. “Why don’t you wear them?” “Me?” He blurts out, his nervous apprehension from bears transmogrifying into confusion at the embarrassing request. “You do have the slimmest build of all of us here.” “That is true,” $Henry puts in. In fact, based on the smile brewing across his, he’s more eager to see the secretary wear them, as opposed to you. “And, please don’t take this the wrong way, but I can’t imagine you’re packing as much as $Jam here is.” “But what for?” “The watch did ask me to.” “Right - //you// to.” “But who’s going to know the difference?” “Me! And if it’s about following the watch’s instructions, why wouldn’t you follow it exactly?” “Come on,” $Henry speaks louder, on the cusp of a shout. “Just put on the panties.” “I’m not doing that.” Your friend rolls his eyes. “$Jam?” “We won’t tell anyone.” “It’s not happening.” <<link "Forget about it">> <<replace "#convo1">>You shake your head in disappointment, though $Henry makes it clear he’s even more annoyed. Something about humiliating others can really put him in a good mood sometimes. [[Day 6 Boys Wear Panties<-Strip and leave]] [[Day 6 Boys Clothed<-Remain clothed and leave]] <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "Make him wear the panties">> <<replace "#convo1">>“And there’s nothing we can say that will convince you to?” $Allen shakes his head. “Nothing that I can think of.” “Fine.” You lean towards $Henry and whisper in his ear, and your friend soon beams with an eager smile. “You know, $Allen, that’s an awful nice jacket you’ve got. It would be a shame if someone were to…take it!” Dramatically, $Henry rushes to the slim man and wrestles the item off his form. $Allen does put up a fight, but he probably couldn’t lift half the weight that $Henry can, and while he’s defensive enough to try to back up, he’s not quick enough to do it before your friend gets a good enough grip that he has it off his shoulders, and then yanks the sleeves away with it. “Give that back!” “It won’t fit me, will it? What do you wear? A small?” “$Henry …” Though $Allen tries to make his voice intimidating, it comes across more like a child telling their younger sibling off. “Now, about that shirt.” “This is because I don’t want to wear the panties? You two don’t either!” “True, but you’re a lot smaller than us.” $Henry repeats the act, pulling the bottom of $Allen ‘s t-shirt above his head, starting from the hem. At one point, when the clothing is inside out, $Allen is left flailing around, the material obscuring his vision completely. “Give me those!” He shouts, any suggestion of intimidation from his voice gone, replaced by a fear of being left naked. “We could,” $Henry rubs his chin, as if in thought. “Or, we could take your pants, too, and then run off back to the car, and leave you here, naked and alone, ready to be prayed upon by bears.” “Let me guess: if I wear the panties-” “We’ll give you your clothes back once we get back to $Jam ‘s car.” For a moment, there’s a very tense pause. $Allen looks like he’s contemplating a rush to grab the clothes back, followed by a dash out the door. He must know that’s impossible, though, because $Henry ‘s got a firm grip on clothing, and he’d have to get past you as well in order to leave. With a final “tut”, his mind is made up. “Fine.” [[Day 6 Boys Ask Allen 2<-...]] <</replace>> <</link>>

<<set $Week1.Strip to 7>>\ <<if $Clothes.Panties is 2>>There’s an awkward break in the tension as you take off the panties in order for $Allen to put them on. You’re certain it’d result in a teasing comment from $Henry, but his focus has entirely shifted towards $Allen. For now, you opt not to mention that the panties are actually your secretary’s, not the pink ones you originally received.\ <<elseif $Clothes.Panties is 1>>There’s an awkward break in the tension as you take off the panties in order for $Allen to put them on. You’re certain it’d result in a teasing comment from $Henry, but his focus has entirely shifted towards $Allen.\ <<else>>$Henry tosses the panties lackadaisically to $Allen, who nearly fumbles the catch.<</if>> “Would you at least turn around?” “Why don’t you turn around?” $Henry retorts, enjoying this a //little// too much. With a final glance towards the cabin door, $Allen rolls his eyes. Turning around, he takes off his underwear, and replaces them with the panties before nervously swivelling back. “Witt woo!” $Henry whistles, wildly clapping his hands together. “I was right, $Jam, look! You can barely see his penis! We are sure he had one, right?” “Can we leave now?” “Yeah, yeah.” $Henry waves an arm is dismissal. “Let me grab your clothes.” He takes the lead in exiting the cabin, whilst $Allen anxiously walks at the rear. The moment all three of you are outside, however, you’re caught off guard by a sudden and blinding <<link "object.">><<screenflash>>\ <<replace "#convo1">>For a brief moment, you think it’s some alien orb that’s a prelude to your abduction. That would certainly explain the strange lure that lead you here. Once your eyes adapt to the brightness, however, you realize it’s not an alien artifact, but a floodlight. It’s attached to one of the many tall trees around you, about 30 feet in the air. And the three of you are in the dead center of it. As you figure the object out, something else touches your senses. This isn’t something visible, however, but something audible. At first, you figure it’s a bird flapping its wings. Then, you realize there’s nothing natural about it. Repetitive, sharp and vaguely familiar. “It’s a camera.” “A camera!?” $Allen panics, dashing out of the circle of light. You and $Henry stand there, side by side, doing your best to see past the source of the brightness in case there’s anything else visible. “That was supposed to take pictures of you in the panties, wasn’t it?” “It’s hard to imagine what else it could be for.” “You should be thankful they have pictures of $Allen instead.” “I wonder how much I’ll have to hear him whine about this at work.” “Come on. Let’s get back.” [[Day 6 Boys Car Return<-...]]<</replace>><</link>> \ \ <<if $Panties[1] is 1>><<set $Panties[1] to 0>>\ <<elseif $Panties[2] is 1>><<set $Panties[2] to 0>><</if>>\ <<set $Clothes.Panties to -1>>\

Slowly, you turn to $Henry. He eyes you cautiously. There’s no doubt in your mind that he’s trying to figure out what you’re thinking, but he’s not anywhere close to the truth, and that’s a fact that would bring a smile to your face, were you not also thinking about the panties, and everything else about them. “How about you wear them?” “Me?” He reacts to the suggestion like it were a stiff punchline. His erupting laughter seems to nearly bring a tear to his eye. “When I’m around, panties get dropped, not worn. I thought you knew that.” “Really? You didn’t mention any recent conquests. Maybe a brush with femininity like this will give an extra incentive.” “Your fiance dumped your ass, $Jam. If anyone needs an incentive, it’s you.” “I’ve already got a crush, or “secret admirer”. You, on the other hand, are about as dry as ash.” “I could have any girl I want, $Jam. I’ve just been…busy, lately.” “Busy striking out?” “This isn’t going to work, Taint Licker. The panties are yours, not mine.” “Come on. You’re not scared, are you?” “Shifting approach, I see.” $Henry chuckles. “That ain’t going to get you anywhere.” “Cow-ard.” You punctuate the word with a musical quality to get deeper under his skin, but it doesn’t seem to be working. <<if $TPanties is 1>>“No chance, Taint Boy. Especially since, you know, you’re the one wearing them.” He laughs, momentarily distracted from the fact. “I’m not putting my dick in something yours has been that close to; I’ve seen the bitches you fuck.” It doesn’t seem like you could get him to wear them willing, so you simply shrug your shoulders. [[Day 6 Boys Wear Panties<-Strip and leave]] [[Day 6 Boys Clothed<-Remain clothed and leave]]\ <<else>>“Keep at it, $Jam. Maybe you’ll find the right buttons to press before I get into bed tonight.” Reverse psychology, challenging his ego…neither of them have worked so far. But there’s always one reliable way to get what you want from him. Or at least, a chance to. “I’ll wager you for it.” “A bet? What do you have in mind?” Sadly, if you want him to wear the panties before leaving the cabin, it can’t be too extravagant. “Rock, paper, scissors?” He considers the proposition for a moment, but not for too long. “You’re on.” “So,” $Allen adds, his presence forgotten for a moment, “if $Jam wins, $Henry has to wear them, but what if $Henry wins?” “I guess I’ll have to wear them.” “Well, I’m not sure that’s equal.” “Why not?” “That watch asked you to wear them in the first place, not me.” “Fine.” You sigh. “What do you want?” $Henry spends longer arriving at an answer this time. “A video of you in them.” “A video-” “-whilst you say how much you like wearing them.” “Jeez, why are you making this so weird?” “You’re the one who wanted a bet. Those are my conditions. It’s hardly the worst thing I’ve heard you say.” “Yeah, but you don’t have everything else on video.” $Henry steps over, parallel to you, with a hand between his back. $Allen naturally rests in the middle, beside you two, as though he were an arbiter of the whole thing. That’s a rare position of power for him, but you can’t spend the brain power laughing at him for it right now. [[Day 6 Boys Rock<-Use rock][$Var1 to 1]] [[Day 6 Boys Rock<-Use paper][$Var1 to 2]] [[Day 6 Boys Rock<-Use scissors][$Var1 to 3]]<</if>>

<<set $Week1.Strip to 6>>\ “I’m sick of this - we’re leaving.” “Ah, come on, now. We won’t judge you.” $Henry encourages. “Will we, $Allen?” He says his name pointedly, as though it were a threat. “Of course not.” “Forget about it. I’m done here.” Striding over to the door, you swing it open and walk out. $Henry ‘s teasing words that you don’t have any balls, or that $Allen might help you slip the panties on, don’t entice you to stay. Predictably, you hear their footsteps run to catch up with you. After all, you are their ride home. Stepping outside the cabin, you’re caught off guard by a sudden and blinding <<link "object.">><<screenflash>>\ <<replace "#convo1">>For a brief moment, you think it’s some alien orb that’s a prelude to your abduction. That would certainly explain the strange lure that lead you here. Once your eyes adapt to the brightness, however, you realize it’s not an alien artifact, but a floodlight. It’s attached to one of the many tall trees around you, about 30 feet in the air. And you’re in the dead center of it. As you figure the object out, something else touches your senses. This isn’t something visible, however, but something audible. At first, you figure it’s a bird flapping its wings. Then, you realize there’s nothing natural about it. Repetitive, sharp and vaguely familiar. “It’s a camera.” Both $Allen and $Henry wince against the overwhelming light, but the latter speaks up first. “Is it? I knew I heard something.” Peripherally, you notice $Allen nodding in agreement. “And if the light’s trained on us, I’m guessing the camera is, too.” “If I were wearing those panties, they’d have a bunch of pictures of me wearing them.” You shrug, grimacing at the scenario. “Come on. Let’s get back.” [[Day 6 Boys Car Return<-...]]<</replace>><</link>>

<<screenflash>>\ Exiting the cabin, you’re barely 10 feet out the door when a blinding light appears. For a brief moment, you think it’s some alien orb that’s a prelude to your abduction. That would certainly explain the strange lure that lead you here. Once your eyes adapt to the brightness, however, you realize it’s not an alien artifact, but a floodlight. It’s attached to one of the many tall trees around you, about 30 feet in the air. And you’re in the dead center of it. As you figure the object out, something else touches your senses. This isn’t something visible, however, but something audible. At first, you figure it’s a bird flapping its wings. Then, you realize there’s nothing natural about it. Repetitive, sharp and vaguely familiar. “It’s a camera.” Both $Allen and $Henry wince against the overwhelming light, but the latter speaks up first. “Is it? I knew I heard something.” Peripherally, you notice $Allen nodding in agreement. “And if the light’s trained on us, I’m guessing the camera is, too.” “So now they've got pictures of me wearing...panties.” You grimace. “Come on. Let’s get back.” “Plus my video. This really isn’t your day, buddy.” [[Day 6 Boys Car Return<-...]]

<<set $Var2 to random(1, 3)>>\ //Okay: a third chance of a draw, a third for a win, and a third for a loss. Ignoring the possibility of drawing, since we’ll just play again, that means we both have a 50% chance of winning. Assuming $Henry can’t catch a glimpse of my hand behind my back.// Peripherally, you try to see if there’s a window behind you. //Then again, maybe I can do the same to him.// Subtly, you check over his shoulder, but see nothing. //If $Henry was familiar with the game theory of rock, paper, scissors, he might have an advantage over me, but I know he isn’t, nor is he familiar with psychology enough to predict what people tend to go for. Sadly, neither am I. We’ve played before, but not recently, and not with enough frequency for any patterns of my moves to emerge, if he could even spot them, that is. When he gets competitive, his emotions can cause him to forget to consider such things.// //Okay, I’ll go for <<if $Var1 is 1>>rock<<elseif $Var1 is 2>>paper<<elseif $Var1 is 3>>scissors<</if>>// As you pull out your hand, $Henry shows off his own <<link "selection">>. <<replace "#convo1">>\ <<if $Var1 is 1 and $Var2 is 1>>“Double rock. It’s a tie.” [[Day 6 Boys Rock<-Use rock][$Var1 to 1]] [[Day 6 Boys Rock<-Use paper][$Var1 to 2]] [[Day 6 Boys Rock<-Use scissors][$Var to 3]]\ <<elseif $Var1 is 2 and $Var2 is 2>>“Double paper. It’s a tie.” [[Day 6 Boys Rock<-Use rock][$Var1 to 1]] [[Day 6 Boys Rock<-Use paper][$Var1 to 2]] [[Day 6 Boys Rock<-Use scissors][$Var to 3]]\ <<elseif $Var1 is 3 and $Var2 is 3>>“Double scissors. It’s a tie.” [[Day 6 Boys Rock<-Use rock][$Var1 to 1]] [[Day 6 Boys Rock<-Use paper][$Var1 to 2]] [[Day 6 Boys Rock<-Use scissors][$Var to 3]]\ <<elseif $Var1 is 1 and $Var2 is 3>>Scissors - you win [[Day 6 Rock Win<-...]]\ <<elseif $Var1 is 2 and $Var2 is 1>>Rock - you win [[Day 6 Rock Win<-...]]\ <<elseif $Var1 is 3 and $Var2 is 2>>Paper - you win [[Day 6 Rock Win<-...]]\ <<elseif $Var1 is 1 and $Var2 is 2>>Paper - you lose [[Day 6 Rock Lose<-...]]\ <<elseif $Var1 is 2 and $Var2 is 3>>Scissors - you lose [[Day 6 Rock Lose<-...]]\ <<elseif $Var1 is 3 and $Var2 is 1>>Rock - you lose [[Day 6 Rock Lose<-...]]<</if>> <</replace>> <</link>>

<<set $Clothes.Top to 0, $Clothes.Shoes to 0>>\ <<if $MeganD.Day2Panties is 2>><<set $Clothes.Panties to 2, $Week1.Strip to 2>>\ <<else>><<set $Clothes.Panties to 1, $Week1.Strip to 1>><</if>>\ Despite your better instincts, you opt to play along with your mysterious pursuer. <<if $Clothes.Panties gt 0>>Initially dispensing with your top layers, you move to your shoes and socks, and complete the undressing by removing your pants, confirming (if it was ever needed) that you did wear the panties here. $Henry struggles to hold back snickering. $Allen, to his credit, appears shocked, if anything. Clearly, that image you worked so hard to create and maintain, worked just as you wanted it to. Unfortunately, tonight might have ruined it.\ <<else>>Initially dispensing with your top layers, you move to your shoes and socks, and complete the undressing by removing your pants “Would you mind?” You nod towards $Henry, who still has the delicate panties grasped in his manly hands. “Why don’t you ask me nicely?” He taunts, tossing them in the air and catching them. “I’m not in the mood.” “Fine.” As aggressively as you can throw a apair of panties, he tosses them at you. “Thanks,” you sigh, more stressed than you thought you’d be. “And if you’re seeing me in these, you’re seeing me naked enough. You don’t get to see the love doctor.” “That thing’s visible to the naked eye?” “Will you just turn around already?” Rolling his eyes, $Henry does as asked. So, too, does $Allen. Switching out your lengthy, luxurious boxers for the panties, you somehow feel even more vulnerable in them compared to being completely naked. Vulnerable, yet weirdly comfortable, though you can’t spend long enjoying the tactile sensation.<</if>> <<if $Clothes.Panties is 1>>“Boy, they hardly hide anything. And the pink…hey, is that a bow?” “Enough.” You stomp, staring through $Henry. “The sooner we leave, the sooner I can get changed.” “Alright, alright; I’m only playing with you. $Allen, grab $Jam ‘s clothes and we can get going.” The male secretary does so without so much as a nominal complaint.\ <<elseif $Clothes.Panties is 2>>“Boy, they hardly hide anything - I thought you said they were pink?” “Did I? I guess I was wrong.” Right now is not the time to explain to $Henry and $Allen that the panties are actually $Megan ‘s, and that she has the pink ones. “Come on. The sooner we leave, the sooner I can get changed. $Allen, grab my clothes for me.” The male secretary does so without so much as a nominal complaint.<</if>> After that, you head towards the cabin door, and <<link "leave.">><<screenflash>>\ <<replace "#convo1">> Before you can take a third step outside, you’re attacked by a sharp, blinding light. For a brief moment, you think it’s some alien orb that’s a prelude to your abduction. That would certainly explain the strange lure that lead you here. Once your eyes adapt to the brightness, however, you realize it’s not an alien artifact, but a floodlight. It’s attached to one of the many tall trees around you, about 30 feet in the air. And you’re in the dead center of it. As you figure the object out, something else touches your senses. This isn’t something visible, however, but something audible. At first, you figure it’s a bird flapping its wings. Then, you realize there’s nothing natural about it. Repetitive, sharp and vaguely familiar. “It’s a camera.” Both $Allen and $Henry wince against the overwhelming light, but the latter speaks up first. “Is it? I knew I heard something.” Peripherally, you notice $Allen nodding in agreement. “And if the light’s trained on us, I’m guessing the camera is, too.” “So now they've got pictures of me wearing...panties.” You grimace. “Come on. Let’s get back.” [[Day 6 Boys Car Return<-...]]<</replace>><</link>>

<<widget "Day6Boys1">>\ <<set $AllenD.Knowledge to 3>>\ <<set $HenryD.Knowledge to 3>>\ <<set $H to 23, $M to 0>>\ Since $Henry signed you up to be the night’s designated driver, you set off in your car to pick up your companions for the night. $Henry, of course, has spent multiple evenings, nights and early mornings with you. $Allen, on the other hand…well. You’ve never actually seen him on a Saturday before. As a result of that, you’ve never actually seen him out of his suit, which you figure must be a small. $Henry is waiting on the pavement when you pull up outside his apartment building. “Shall we pick up Baby Cock?” “His place is on the way.” “Ah. And here I thought you might want some alone time with me since he’s coming along.” “You’re the one who invited him, not me.” “I can’t wait to watch him piss himself when he hears a wolf howl. Hell, I’ll bet you two drinks we’ll find him crying if he gets separated from us for just a minute.” “And if we don’t get separated?” “You think I actually invited him so he could help us solve the mystery of your panties? I just wanted to fuck with him.” “So you’re going to shove him on the ground, and then run away?” “We’ll see.” $Henry laughs, rubbing his palms together. [[Day 6 Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 2]]\ <</widget>>\ <<widget "Day6Boys2">>\ $Allen is waiting on the curb, just like $Henry was. Despite the darkness of the night, you can already tell he’s anxious from his fidgeting. He almost looks bothered that you actually showed up. “Good evening. Or night, I guess.” He takes a seat in the back as you drive off. “I’m not even sure if I’ve been to Hedersby Woods before.” $Allen remarks, looking to make conversation. “You haven’t? It’s huge.” “Huge?” “Oh, yeah. Massive. Didn’t they find a man who got lost in there for 3 months a couple years back?” $Henry nudges you, encouragingly. “Something like that.” “Oh. And we don’t know exactly where we’re going?” “There were coordinates in the note. I gave them to $Bethany earlier.” “$Bethany?” “The car.” “You named your car?” “Not quite.” “Hello, $Allen.” Your AI assistant introduces itself. “Oh. Uh, hi.” “Bears, too, I believe. There was this really big one some campers ran into. Apparently it was 12 foot tall, though the rumors were never substantiated.” [[Day 6 Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 3]]\ <</widget>> <<widget "Day6Boys3">>\ <<set $H to 23, $M to 30>>\ Your car starts gently beeping after 20 minutes of driving, and you know you’ve arrived at the coordinates. Conveniently, there’s a natural indent in the forest for you to park in, though there are no other vehicles around, not only parked, but for the past 5 minutes of the journey. “I know it’d be darker away from the city, but I wasn’t expecting it to be this dark.” The only things visible outside the car are the 2 cone shaped areas formed by the headlights. There are no other cars, visible or audible, which might illuminate the side of the forest. Nor are there any lamposts or cat’s eyes on the road. And as the conversation finally does pause slightly in response to $Allen ‘s comment, you realize just how dead it is out here. Not only the lack of cars, but there are also no birds chirping, dogs barking, or so much as a squirrel scurrying around. “Hey, what’s that!” $Allen exclaims, leaning so far forward his head moves past your own. His eyes are locked on something in the distance, and now that he’s drawn your attention to it, you think you can make something out. “Come on, let’s take a look.” The excitement subsides in place of nervous curiosity, and the trio of you, $Henry, and $Allen take a closer step to the object which has captured your mutual attention. [[Day 6 Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 4]]\ <</widget>> <<widget "Day6Boys4">>\ <<set $H to 23, $M to 45>>\ “You don’t think that’s meant for us, do you?” $Allen asks, his voice quivering slightly. “Who else could it be for?” “I don’t know. Maybe it’s meant to signal where the path into the forest is.” “During the day, you wouldn’t need a sign like this; it’d be bright enough to see.” On the side of large rock, which has a somewhat flat side aimed towards the parked car, there’s a roughly 12 by 12 inch “X”. “$Henry ‘s right. There’d be no need for the rock during the day. Putting a sign like this out would just encourage people to enter at night, which sounds dangerous, and not something the people in charge of maintaining the forest would want.” “So someone put that X there for us, then.” $Allen murmurs, bothered that you nor $Henry didn’t try to persuade him otherwise. “Plus the coordinates led us right here. Clearly whoever’s behind this wants us to enter from this path.” $Allen leans over, playing with something at the base of a rock. Peering in yourself, you see…another rock. “The problem is not a shortage of rocks.” “It’s not that.” He hushes. “Look.” Beneath the small stone, there’s piece of paper. He unfolds it, holding it up for all 3 of you to read. “Follow the trail for a quarter of a mile.” “Come alone.” [[Day 6 Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 5]]\ <</widget>> <<widget "Day6Boys5">>\ <<set $Day3 to 7, $Day to $Day + 1, $H to 0, $M to 20>>\ “I really don’t like this. Why would they need you to come alone?” “Clearly the girl behind this doesn’t want an orgy; she wants $Jam all to herself.” “Come alone…” You repeat, still inspecting the most recent note. “There’s no way someone could have known we were coming together, right?” Looking at your companions, you immediately become hesitant. $Henry ‘s practical jokes are often creative, though not particularly elaborate. Alarmingly, you can’t even remember the last time he pulled a stunt off. Was he getting you to lower your guard by playing nice, making you more vulnerable now? You’re less suspicious of $Allen, naturally. He looks prepared to jump right back in the car if you just suggested you leave, and you’re confident that this isn’t some well cultivated act on his part. But he has been the butt of several of your jokes, as well as Matt’s, your mutual former boss. Maybe he’s looking for some payback on you now that his other well dressed bully is gone. “The note on Thursday didn’t say come alone.” “You’re not thinking of turning back now, are you?” “You mean you aren’t?” “$Jam,” $Henry tugs your shoulder, forcing you to face him, instead of sharing your attention between $Allen and himself. “This is the type of kinky stuff you see in porn. A //girl// has to be behind this.” He insists. “And I’ll be willing to bet that she’s incredibly hot, with at least D cups.” “D cups?” Your mind starts to follow his line of thinking. Now that you think about it, this does seem like the type of thing you’d find a porno, but are you willing to bank on that? There’s a chance this doesn’t end with you fucking a nymph in the middle of the forest. “And I’ll bet I could convince her to at least suck my dick a bit.” “Didn’t you see the note? It said to come alone.” “Listen, secretary boy: I know you spend all day reading and stamping papers, but that doesn’t mean you should blindly follow what they tell you to do.” “Sure.” $Allen agrees appeasingly. “I just so happen to think that this is a pretty good one to listen to. If there are bears in there…” “Well, $Jam?” [[Day 6 Actual<-Go together][$VarEvent to 6]] [[Day 6 Actual<-Go alone][$VarEvent to 3, $Var to 1]] <</widget>> <<widget "Day6Boys6">>\ “Let’s go together.” $Allen winces, while $Henry practically leaps into the air with excitement. “Brilliant. I tell you, you’ll be glad I always carry a multipack of condoms around with me.” “And for the bears?” “Bears?” $Henry chuckles, as you set off, the two of them following behind you. “Bears have a completely inaccurate reputation, $Allen. Sure, they’re willing to roar and charge, but deep down, they’re cuddly creatures. Why do you think teddy bears are a thing?” “I’m pretty sure they come from Theodore Roosevelt’s love of bears.” “And why do you think he loved them? Cause they’re cuddleable as hell! So if you see one, make yourself look cuddleable, too. Get all small, and lay down. They’ll treat you just like a blanket, and no bear would eat a blanket.” [[Day 6 Walking<-...][$VarEvent to 7]]\ <</widget>> <<widget "Day6Boys7">>\ <<set $H to 0, $M to 40>>\ There’s a sudden ringing, and while the loud noise, in contrast with the serene, if eerie, quiet of the forest catches you initially off guard, you regain your composure, and realize it’s a phone. “My bad.” $Henry laughs, stopping using his phone as a flashlight, and answering the call. //What on earth could this be about, at 11pm on a Saturday night?// “How long?” “It’ll probably shut itself off soon, I wouldn’t worry about it.” “What do I care if it’s bothering the other residents? It’s not my fault!” “Well I didn’t manufacture it.” “Probably a few hours.” “Whatever.” He hangs up the call, and you get the impression the other person is probably pounding a desk right now. “What was that about?” “Apparently my car’s making a weird nose.” “Like a stone is caught in a tire?” “No, like its alarm went off. The apartment manager said it’s been wailing for 15 minutes now.” “Don’t you want to go back and check on it?” “What are you, crazy? We’re about to get us some weirdo woman pussy! I wouldn’t go back if it was on fire, nevermind for a glitch.” “What makes you think it’s a glitch?” “Randy said he checked the cameras, and nobody was even close to it when it started.” “Huh.” “So come on.” He urges, stepping forward and leading the way. “Let’s get us some weirdo pussy.” [[Day 6 Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 8]]\ <</widget>> <<widget "Day6Boys8">>\ <<set $H to 1, $M to 0>>\ “Over there, do you see that?” In the distance, about 20 meters ahead and up a very slight incline, there’s a structure. It’s small and mostly blends into the dark, but there are a few freckles of light. “Won’t a bear be attracted to the light?” “Maybe, but at least you can hide inside.” “And I’m not turning back now.” “Are we even supposed to be in the forest this late?” $Allen panics, searching for any plausible excuse. “Aren’t there laws against this type of thing?” “That’s the first I’m hearing of it. $Jam?” “Me too.” “It would help people from getting lost in here, like that man you mention earlier.” As you come closer to the structure, you learn more about its character. It’s a sort of wooden shed, maybe 5 by 5 meters, though you’d have to circle the thing to know for sure. The spots of light you saw are actually tiny gaps in the wood formed by ill maintenance and curious creatures. It’s clearly disused, except for whoever it is wanted you to come here. This //has// to be the location the note at the rock was referring to. With a final glance towards your skittish and curious companions, you step in front of the door, and push on the handle. [[Day 6 Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 9]]\ <</widget>> <<widget "Day6Boys9">>\ It opens with little resistance, and the inside is pleasantly illuminated in stark contrast to the surrounding forest. There are a couple of cabinets lining the walls, as well as some easily identifiable equipment. There’s some cages, presumably for catching small animals, as well as sticks with rope on the end, which you guess are used for leading bigger predators away. Most of the equipment, however, loses you as to its purpose. Of course, the only reason you stop to take in the surroundings is because there’s nobody in the structure. Once $Allen realizes that, he lightens up a little. In contrast, $Henry looks disappointed. You hover towards a table set up conspicuously in the middle of the room. There’s only one item on it: a watch. An ugly //digital// watch. “Eww.” $Henry agrees. “It’s disgusting.” “So cheap.” “You can get a decent Hondersyn watch for about twice what you’d pay for that.” “Twice? I’m not sure about that.” “Twice. I promise you.” “So you think that digital watch goes for about 200$?” “200$? No. 150$ at most.” “Where on earth are you finding Hondersyn watches for 300$?” “Second hand.” “Well duh, that goes without saying.” $Henry rolls his eyes. “I assumed we were in agreement that second watches are about as useful as a woman who refuses to swallow.” “Well sure, but some pretenders find value in them.” “Did I ever tell you about my buddy who spent 12,000$ on a Hondersyn once?” “For that much, you might as well get a Oinyphanx.” “That’s what I told him!” Whilst you’re discussing the minutiae of high end watches, $Allen picks up the crappy one off the table. “That’s weird. Normally watches have a strap on each side of the face. This has just one long one. I wonder how you fasten it.” “Let me have a closer look.” As $Allen passes the thing to you, it seems to get a mind of its own, falling from his fingers and wrapping the strap completely around your wrist and connecting to itself, forming a full circle. [[Day 6 Watch 1<-...][$VarEvent to 10]]\ <</widget>>

<<screenflash>>\ Exiting the cabin, $Henry ‘s barely 10 feet out the door, with you a couple more behind, when a blinding light appears. For a brief moment, you think it’s some alien orb that’s a prelude to your abduction. That would certainly explain the strange lure that lead you here. Once your eyes adapt to the brightness, however, you realize it’s not an alien artifact, but a floodlight. It’s attached to one of the many tall trees around you, about 30 feet in the air. And you’re in the center of it. As you figure the object out, something else touches your senses. This isn’t something visible, however, but something audible. At first, you figure it’s a bird flapping its wings. Then, you realize there’s nothing natural about it. Repetitive, sharp and vaguely familiar. “It’s a camera.” Despite the blindly light, you see $Henry ‘s face lose its color. “A camera? You’re telling me they have pictures of me like this?” You ignore his panic. The camera was set up for you; they wanted the pictures to be of //you// in the panties. “Maybe we should get out of the light.” “No shit, idiot.” $Henry retorts, not that he was in a rush to break out of his paralysis. Once you’re out of the circle, $Henry solemnly turns to you. “Listen to me, Taint Licker: you’ve got to find out who’s behind this. They’ve got pictures of me,” he looks down, shivering at the sight, “like this.” [[Day 6 Boys Car Return<-...]]

<<widget "Day6Dessel1">>\ <<set $DesselD.Knowledge to 3>>\ <<set $DesselD.R += 1>>\ <<set $H to 23, $M to 0>>\ Your phone vibrates, and you check the notification bar to see you’ve got a new message - from an unknown number. “I’m outside.” //That’s brief. I wonder if she’s as enthusiastic about this now as she was on Thursday.// <hr> \ Leaving your building, you see Miss $Dessel. She’s dressed exactly like you’ve come to expect from her on a weekday. Apart from the tied back hair, it might as well be a Monday. “There you are. I was starting to think you’d backed out.” “Never.” <<if $DesselD.CarKnow is 0>>Currently, she’s leaning against a Lessad G-Series. Which one of your neighbors have one-upped you? “Shall we take your car?” As much as you’d love to show off your own baby, if you’re leaving it alone by the side of a forest, it might not be the best idea to put it at risk. “Where is it?” “Right here.” Miss $Dessel stops leaning against the vehicle, and sits in the driver’s seat. “What are you waiting for? Get in.” She laughs with mock authority. //She has a G-Series? It has to be rented. Please be rented.// [img[Images/Dessel Car Interior.jpg]] Attempting to get comfortable in the passenger seat, the characterful air freshener and light level of dust on the dashboard makes that hope harder to entertain.\ <<else>>“Shall we take your car?” “I assumed we would.” //Because it’s better than mine?// You desperately want to ask, all whilst knowing it’s because she already drove here. [img[Images/Dessel Car Interior.jpg]]<</if>> [[Day 6 Actual<-...][$VarEvent += 1]]\ <</widget>> <<widget "Day6Dessel2">>\ <<set $H to 23, $M to 30>>\ Despite your earlier interactions in the week, which were tolerable, and even verging on pleasant, getting a conversation going now is laboriously hard. Miss $Dessel asks the expected “did you get anything else from them since Thursday?”, to which you give a nominal “no”. After that, she runs a couple more half-cooked theories by you as to who could be behind all this. After roughly 20 minutes of driving, Miss $Dessel car lets out a light beeping, which you recognize from your own Lessad as being the “you’ve arrived at your destination” warning. “I know it’d be dark, but I didn’t think it’d be this bad.” The only things visible outside the car are the 2 cone shaped areas formed by the headlights. There are no other cars, visible or audible, which might illuminate the side of the forest. Nor are there any lamposts or cat’s eyes on the road. Except for the low, effortless hum of the engine v8 engine, there are no sounds to be heard - not so much as a bird chirping is audible. The tension, meanwhile, is deafening. “Wait a minute, do you see that?” Miss $Dessel asks, leaning over the dashboard. Her eyes are locked on something in the distance, and now she’s drawn your attention to it, you think you can make something out. “Come on, let’s take a look.” She leads the way toward the mysterious object which has captured your mutual attention. [[Day 6 Actual<-...][$VarEvent += 1]]\ <</widget>> <<widget "Day6Dessel3">>\ <<set $H to 23, $M to 45>>\ “X marks the spot, I guess.” Miss $Dessel shrugs. On the side of a large rock, which has a somewhat flat side aimed towards the parked car, there’s a roughly 12 by 12 inch “X”. “I’m going to take a wild guess and say that’s meant for us.” “The coordinates led us here. It has to be.” “In addition to reading to a map, I read a bit more about coordinates. The ones in the note, the ones we followed here - they’re accurate to about 10 meters.” “Is there anything else within 10 meters of note?” In tandem, you look around, confirming the answer as a firm, indisputable “no”. “It’s facing the road, too.” “So?” “It might have be repositioned so that we could easily see the “X”. If I’d stopped the car just 3 meters ahead, it would have been obvious it was here.” “So someone wanted to get us here, //specifically//.” “It sure looks like it.” Miss $Dessel leans over, playing with something at the base of a rock. Peering in yourself, you see…another rock. “The problem is not a shortage of rocks.” “No, no.” She hushes. “Look.” Beneath the small stone, there’s piece of paper. Miss $Dessel unfolds it, holding it up for you both to read. “Follow the trail for a quarter of a mile.” “Come alone.” [[Day 6 Actual<-...][$VarEvent += 1]]\ <</widget>> <<widget "Day6Dessel4">>\ <<set $Day3 to 7, $Day to $Day + 1, $H to 0, $M to 20>>\ “Come alone…” you repeat, still inspecting the most recent, and most alarming, of the notes. “That’s certainly a curious request. None of the notes before said anything about coming alone, did they?” You shake your head. “Could someone have known we were coming together?” Miss $Dessel asks, itching her chin in thought. You eye her cautiously, trying to out-think her. Miss $Dessel arrives, and the next day, you get the panties. That’s too strange to be a coincidence. But why? The most likely reason you can come up with is that she’d heard about you before she started, and she concocted this wild plan which would leave you embarrassed, all so that you’d never challenge her position in the company. But why is she questioning so much of the motives of whoever’s behind this if it’s her? Is she just playing the role? “If they did, should we assume that they can see our messages?” “Could they have overheard us at the office, do you think?” Questions, but no answers. But that doesn’t mean you can get hints. “Do you think I should go alone?” She ponders it for another moment, and you can see she isn’t happy with the conclusion she reaches. “Yes.” “Why?” “Whoever’s behind this has clearly put in a lot of thought. If you don’t play however it is they ask you to play, then you might not get what you want. That means not knowing who put you up to this.” “Maybe. But how would they know?” “If they knew we came together, then we should assume they can overhear or see us.” Her logic is hard to fault, assuming she isn’t behind all this herself. “Well?” Miss $Dessel asks. “What?” “You’re at the center of this mystery. If you want me to come with you, I will. If you choose for me to stay here, then I’ll do that.” //That’s an awful weird way to bait me…// Miss $Dessel stands at the edge of the forest, staring in. [[Day 6 Actual<-Go together][$VarEvent += 1]] [[Day 6 Actual<-Go alone][$VarEvent to 3, $Var to 1]]\ <</widget>> <<widget "Day6Dessel5">>\ “Let’s go together.” As her indifferent words would suggest, Miss $Dessel isn’t opposed to your answer, nor is she encouraging it. “Shall we?” She waves her arms in front of her, towards the path into the forest. [[Day 6 Walking<-...][$VarEvent += 1]]\ <</widget>> <<widget "Day6Dessel6">>\ <<set $H to 0, $M to 40>>\ There’s a sudden alarm from behind you - Miss $Dessel. It’s loud enough that you wouldn’t expect it to come from her phone, but as you peek over her shoulder, you clock that it is. The noise ceases with a swipe of her finger. “What was that?” “A message, from my car.” “That’s a loud ringtone.” “I didn’t even know it’d warn me…” she pauses, intently reading whatever it was on the notification. “Something’s going on. It says someone’s trying to break in.” Even if it’s Miss $Dessel‘s car, that type of damage - however small - being done to a G-Series is a sacrilege. “And you don’t think it’s a glitch?” “It’s never done this type of thing before.” She replies curtly, still inspecting the exact wording of the message. “I should go back to check on it. Will you be okay going on alone?” //Will you be okay going alone? What does she think I am? An incompetent toddler stumbling to the toilet?// “Yes, of course I will.” She dashes back the way you came as best she can in her heels. It’s a smart ploy, if that’s what it is. She claims indifference to you going alone or together, and then manufactures a reason why she can’t accompany you. “I’m not backing out either. Time to find out who’s behind this.” [[Day 6 Actual<-...][$VarEvent += 1]]\ <</widget>>

<<set $H to 2, $M to 0>>\ <<set $Clothes.Top to -1, $Clothes.Shoes to -1>>\ <<if $Week1.Strip lte 3>>The journey after the incident with the light and camera is surprisingly, though relievingly, uneventful. $Megan attempts to make small talk, but you’re not in the mood. You’re too cold, and the feeling of dirt in between your naked toes is not fun. Worse, your hopeful idea that you’d get something fruitful from the night proved false, and now somebody has photos of you dressed in nothing but panties.\ <<elseif $Week1.Strip lte 5>>The journey after the incident with the light and camera is surprisingly, though relievingly, uneventful. $Megan, clearly a little uncalm about the situation, doesn’t even attempt to make small talk - a first. That’s alright for you, of course. You’d rather not waste valuable time that could be spent thinking right now, anyway. Somebody has pictures of $Megan dressed in a pair of panties. Is it possible they’ll be fooled by it?\ <<elseif $Week1.Strip is 6>>The journey after the incident with the light and camera is surprisingly, though relievingly, uneventful. $Megan probes one time to see if you’d like to go back and change your mind, but after your scalding reply, she shuts up.<</if>> Once you reach the edge of the forest, you’re able to breath a little easier, though you can hardly smile about the whole thing like you could a week ago, before the first package you received the first package. Also once you exit the dense greenery, you see Miss $Dessel again, who’s leaning against her car. “So? What happened in there?” <<if $Week1.Strip lte 3>>Your boss quiets down once you get to within a few meters - and she can see your attire.\ <<elseif $Week1.Strip lte 5>>Your boss quiets down once you get to within a few meters - and she can see $Megan ‘s attire.\ <<elseif $Week1.Strip is 6>>Your boss quiets down once you get to within a few meters, and can see the anger on your face.<</if>> “Would someone mind filling me in?” You roll your eyes, though $Megan predictably jumps at the chance to give exposition. “We found an abandoned shed with a watch in it. $Jam put it on, and then it told him to strip to the panties and walk back.” “And you didn’t see anyone?” $Megan shakes her head. “Huh.” “Once we left the shed, though, this light came on right outside it. $Jam thought he heard the sound of a camera.” <<if $Week1.Strip lte 3>>“And you think it took pictures of you - like that?” You nod. “And that’s all that happened? Nothing else with the watch, or the light?”\ <<elseif $Week1.Strip lte 5>>“And you think it took pictures of you - like that?” $Megan nods. “Mr $Car thought it might fool whoever was looking.” “And that’s all that happened? Nothing else with the watch, or the light?”\ <<elseif $Week1.Strip is 6>>“You think they were wanting to catch you undressed?” You nod. “And that’s all that happened? Nothing else with the watch, or the light?”<</if>> “Nothing.” $Megan sighs, defeated, a theme of the trio of you. “What about your car? Is it alright?” “Fine. Actually, I couldn’t find anything wrong with it.” “But the notification you got-.” “I know.” Miss $Dessel replies, and your secretary understands. “So someone lured you back?” You look around, searching for any cameras, but finding nothing but rocks, trees and open air. If there’s anything out here, it’d be impossible to search owing to the darkness. If one of them was equipped with some sort of night vision function, though, it would have captured you right in front of the rock, as well as your two companions. That raises another question, though, one which $Megan immediately answers. “Huh.” She murmurs, powering on her phone. “I have a missed call from $Laura.” “You didn’t answer it?” “I had it on silent. I didn’t want anyone who might be in the forest to hear us.” <<if $Week1.Strip lte 3>>Whilst you and Miss $Dessel recuperate, $Megan calls back her girlfriend. As you hear the familiar dials, Miss $Dessel tries desperately to not be seen looking at your abs, pecs, arms, and most difficult of all: your panty covered crotch.\ <<elseif $Week1.Strip lte 5>>Whilst you and Miss $Dessel recuperate, $Megan calls back her girlfriend. As you hear the familiar dials, Miss $Dessel tries desperately to not be seen eyeing the nearly naked $Megan, then you, in a rhythmic pattern, as though she's trying to connect dots.\ <<elseif $Week1.Strip is 6>>Whilst you and Miss $Dessel recuperate, $Megan calls back her girlfriend. As you hear the familiar dials, Miss $Dessel ponders if she should say something, but struggles to arrive at an answer.<</if>> “Fine, yes.” “Nothing, really. I can tell you more about it later.” “What do you mean? You’re the one who called me.” “My phone says you called me 20 minutes ago.” “Huh.” “Well, I’ll talk to you soon. Love you.” $Megan stands beside the two of you and Miss $Dessel. “$Laura says she never called me.” “And there’s no chance she accidentally dialed you?” “She said she only got out the shower a few minutes ago; she wasn’t even near her phone when I got the call.” “That…this doesn’t make sense.” “Somebody knew you two were coming with me. That’s why they left a note out by that rock to come alone,” you speak up, nodding toward the stone marked with an “X”. “They must have known you didn’t listen, and interfered with your car,” you eye Miss $Dessel, “and your phone,” $Megan shivers. “I’m sure my car could warn me if someone was trying to break in. But $Megan ‘s phone, or $Laura's…that’s a lot more troubling.” “This isn’t just some juvenile prank. Someone’s really trying to mess with you.” If the obvious ever needed to be spoken, $Megan is happy to do it. “So it would seem.” [[Day 6 Girls End 2<-...]]

Miss $Dessel, despite the non existent traffic, drives deliberately slow. Normally, such inefficiency would bother you, but right now, your thoughts are elsewhere. In fact, all three of you are pondering the same mystery, but are inundated with questions, and without a single answer. There’s no talk in the car, excluding the occasional “what if” $Megan utters, though immediately thinking better of her idea. You and Miss $Dessel are more reserved with your conjectures, though it’s doubtful you’re any closer to the truth than $Megan is. Even when you’re dropped off by Miss $Dessel, the most conversation that’s drummed up is a “see you on Monday.” Monday. Unless your “Secret Admirer's” appetite for fun has been satiated, Monday is going to be a //very// interesting day. [[Home<-Return home][$Clothes.Top to -1, $Clothes.Shoes to -1]]

<<widget "Day6Girls1">>\ <<set $DesselD.Knowledge to 3>>\ <<set $MeganD.Knowledge to 3>>\ <<set $DesselD.R += 1>>\ <<set $H to 23, $M to 0>>\ Your phone vibrates, and you check the notification bar to see you’ve got a new message - from $Megan. For a moment, you wonder if she scoured through the company records to get your number, or if you’re forgetting some other event that happened which would end up with her having your digits. “We’re outside. Come on! We’ve got a mystery to solve.” You roll your eyes at her enthusiasm. Saturdays are normally one of only 2 days a week that you don’t have to put up with her. Now, she’s roped you into going to a forest with your new boss. If life gets any stranger, you might find yourself actually liking the pair of them. <hr> \ <<if $DesselD.CarKnow is 0>>“Mr $Car, over here!” Her screeching voice yells from across the road. From the a rear seat of a sedan, $Megan is waving frantically. More notable than your secretary, however, is the car. It’s a Lessad G-Series - the direct upgrade to your own vehicle. [img[Images/Dessel Car Interior.jpg]] “You’ve got a G-Series?” You ask, panicked, upon opening the passenger door and sitting down. “Is that what it is? I keep forgetting its name.” “How can you f-.”\ <<else>>“Mr $Car, over here!” Her screeching voice yells from across the road. From the a rear seat of Miss $Dessel ‘s G-Series, you spot $Megan waving frantically. [img[Images/Dessel Car Interior.jpg]] “She really is beautiful.” You murmur, entering the passenger seat. “Huh? What was that?” “Your c-.”<</if>> “Enough about cars.” $Megan interrupts, excitedly leaning forward in between the two front seats, like a dog ready for a day at the beach. “There’s so much more important things. Like who’s sending you those gifts…and why! I was doing some research, and I think we should reconsider the possibility that it’s an angry ex.” “I tried convincing her otherwise on the way here.” Miss $Dessel laughs, pulling out and driving away once you’re buckled in. “Because I was talking to $Laura about it, and she agreed that an ex is the only plausible person it could be.” “You told your girlfriend about this?” “Not just her girlfriend.” Miss $Dessel is now the one interrupting. “I spotted her telling the Janitor yesterday.” “I did n-.” “And Penelope from accounting.” “Did n-.” “$Megan!” Your boss bursts out laughing. “Okay, okay, maybe not.” “$Laura also suggested we ask around in the building in case there’s anyone with your exact name, except you.” “I think $Kelly would have clocked that.” “She’s a busy woman. There’s a chance she let something slip through her bulky desk.” “I wouldn’t bet on it.” “You do know where you’re going, right?” You ask to the designated driver, who seemed clueless as to where this forest was a few days ago. “Yeah, I was going to ask the same thing.” “Whilst $Megan was asking her girlfriend to help her with some Agatha Christie murders, I was studying a map. So yes, I know where I’m going.” “Good. I’d hate to be late.” “I knew you’d start getting excited once we were on our way.” [[Day 6 Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 2]]\ <</widget>> <<widget "Day6Girls2">>\ <<set $H to 23, $M to 30>>\ Miss $Dessel‘s car, following the roughly 20 minute drive in which the conversation not only didn’t die down, but if anything picked up, pulls over once the car starts beeping. “Okay, maybe I gave it the coordinates, and told it to give me a warning if I went the wrong, or once we arrived, but I did look at a map!” She insists. “We weren’t wrong; we might as well be in a black hole with how dark it is.” The only things visible outside the car are the 2 cone shaped areas formed by the headlights. There are no other cars, visible or audible, which might illuminate the side of the forest. Nor are there any lamposts or cat’s eyes on the road. And as the conversation finally does pause slightly in response to $Megan ‘s comment, you realize just how dead it is out here. There are no cars, yes, but there are also no birds chirping, dogs barking, or so much as a squirrel scurrying around. “Hey, what’s that!” $Megan exclaims, leaning so far forward her head moves past your own. Her eyes are locked on something in the distance, and now she’s drawn your attention to it, you think you can make something out. “Come on, let’s take a look.” The excitement subsides in place of nervous curiosity, and the trio of you, $Megan, and Miss $Dessel take a closer step to the object which has captured your mutual attention. [[Day 6 Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 3]]\ <</widget>> <<widget "Day6Girls3">>\ <<set $H to 23, $M to 45>>\ “I know $Megan said it could be an ex, but I don’t think this was what she meant!” Miss $Dessel laughs, breaking the silence, but not quite dispelling the fear. On the side of a large rock, which has a somewhat flat side aimed towards the parked car, there’s a roughly 12 by 12 inch “X”. “That has to be for us, right?” “The coordinates led us here. It has to be.” “In addition to reading to a map, I read a bit more about coordinates. The ones in the note, the ones we followed here - they’re accurate to about 10 meters.” “Is there anything else within 10 meters of note?” “Apart from us…no.” You want to yell //of course apart from us//, but engrossed in inspecting your surroundings with the flashlight of your phone, you opt not to. “It’s facing the road, too.” “So?” “It might have be repositioned so that we could easily see the “X”. If I’d stopped the car just 3 meters ahead, it would have been obvious it was here.” “So someone wanted to get us here, //specifically//.” “It sure looks like it.” Miss $Dessel leans over, playing with something at the base of a rock. Peering in yourself, you see…another rock. “The problem is not a shortage of rocks.” “No, no.” She hushes. “Look.” Beneath the small stone, there’s piece of paper. Miss $Dessel unfolds it, holding it up for all 3 of you to read. “Follow the trail for a quarter of a mile.” “Come alone.” [[Day 6 Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 4]]\ <</widget>> <<widget "Day6Girls4">>\ <<set $Day3 to 7, $Day to $Day + 1, $H to 0, $M to 20>>\ “Okay, someone is //definitely// trying to kill you. All the nonsense with the panties and the cards is just to distract you before the knife slips in…” “$Megan.” Miss $Dessel curses. “We don’t need that right now.” “Who am I kidding? A knife? That’s so cliche. We’re not in New York, were in the middle of a forest. It’ll probably be an axe, or may-.” “Come alone…” You repeat, still inspecting the most recent note. “There’s no way someone could have known we were coming together.” “Unless there was.” Looking at your cohorts, you immediately become suspicious. $Megan knows you don’t have the highest opinion of her. Maybe she’s looking for a chance to get some revenge for all the cruel jokes where she was the punchline. More likely, you reason, this has something to do with the newest character in your life: Miss $Dessel. She arrives, and the next day, you get the panties. That’s too strange to be a coincidence. But why? The most likely reason you can come up with is that she’d heard about you before she started, and she concocted this wild plan which would leave you embarrassed, all so that you’d never challenge her position in the company. “The note on Thursday didn’t say come alone.” “Well, I hardly think we should turn back now.” $Megan comments, her fear from a moment ago bizarrely vanished. “But there’s no way you can go in there by yourself.” “I’m not sure.” If the scheme does involve one of them, or maybe both, you wouldn’t want to do whatever it is they want you to do. So if $Megan wants to go in together, you should probably enter alone. Unless, that’s what she wants you to think. “Miss $Dessel?” “Actually, I think $Jam should go. Alone.” “What?! You can’t be serious.” “Whoever’s behind this has clearly put in a lot of thought. If you don’t play however it is they ask you to play, then you might not get what you want. That means not knowing who put you up to this.” “How would they even know?” “We have no idea what to expect in there. There could be a matching pink bra, or there could be a witch, or something. And let’s say a witch is behind this…she’ll know $Jam didn’t follow the rules if we go with him.” “I wouldn’t want to annoy a witch.” $Megan shakes her head. “Well?” Miss $Dessel turns to you. “What?” “You’re at the center of this mystery. If you want us to come with you, we will. If you choose for us to stay here, then we can do that.” //That’s an awful weird way to bait me…// $Megan is visibly unhappy with the arrangement, but it’s not like it’s her choice, and you can hardly disagree with Miss $Dessel ‘s points. On the other hand, $Megan ‘s repeated theories of murder aren’t encouraging. [[Day 6 Actual<-Go together][$VarEvent to 5]] [[Day 6 Actual<-Go alone][$VarEvent to 3, $Var to 1]]\ <</widget>> <<widget "Day6Girls5">>\ “Let’s go together.” $Megan immediately cheers up, while your boss doesn’t show any emotion. “Alright. I’ll be at the front, $Megan, you stay to the rear. The note said it was only a quarter mile to wherever it is we need to go. We should be there in no time.” “Hold on!” $Megan yells. “Why am I at the back? If there is a murderer in there,” she nods to the forest, “then I’ll be the first one picked off. At least $Jam can fight back a bit with his muscles. And if I am, you two won’t know won’t hear anything. I’m so weak I’d go down without a fight!” “It’s because we won’t hear anything that we’ll know you’re missing.” You sigh. “Come on. The sooner we start, the sooner we know what’s going on.” [[Day 6 Walking<-...][$VarEvent to 6]]\ <</widget>> <<widget "Day6Girls6">>\ <<set $H to 0, $M to 40>>\ There’s a sudden alarm from ahead of you - Miss $Dessel. It’s loud enough that you wouldn’t expect it to come from her phone, but as you peek over her shoulder, you clock that it is. The noise ceases with a swipe of her finger. “What was that?” “A message, from my car.” “That’s an awful loud ringtone.” “I didn’t even know it’d warn me…” she pauses, intently reading whatever it was on the notification. “Something’s going on. It says someone’s trying to break in.” “Break in?” $Megan cries, as if it were her own G-Series at risk. “We’ve got to go back.” Miss $Dessel hums in disagreement. “We already took too much time at the rock, and then getting here. The note said 11, and I don’t want to risk $Jam missing his mysterious friend because my car had a glitch. You two go on, and I’ll head back.” “But what if it’s the killer?” “There’s no killer, $Megan.” Miss $Dessel insists, stepping past the two of you to return to the main road. Before you know it, she’s disappeared from the slim illumination of your phone flashlights. “Come on. Let’s find who sent me those panties.” [[Day 6 Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 7]]\ <</widget>> <<widget "Day6Girls7">>\ <<set $H to 1, $M to 0>>\ “There, do you see that?” In the distance, about 20 meters ahead and up a very slight incline, there’s a structure. It’s small and mostly blends into the dark, but there are a few freckles of light. “Looks like the perfect place for a serial killer to hide out before getting his next victim. I think we should go back.” She tugs on your sleeve. “There’s no point in turning back now.” You do your best to encourage, but it’s more like a demand that she be confident. “Sure there is! We get to live another day and pretend none of this ever happened. Doesn’t that sound great right now?” “If you want to go back,” you begin, hoping the bluff will work, “then you can. But I’m heading to that building.” “You’d make me go back alone?” “Not at all. We can go back together. //After// we check out the building.” “Fine.” She stomps, showing more disrespect for your authority than she has in the entirety of the time you’ve known her. As you come closer to the structure, you learn more about its character. It’s a sort of wooden shed, maybe 5 by 5 meters, though you’d have to circle the thing to know for sure. The spots of light you saw are actually tiny gaps in the wood formed by ill maintenance and curious creatures. It’s clearly disused, except for whoever it is wanted you to come here. This //has// to be the location the note at the rock was referring to. With a final glance towards your skittish companion, you step in front of the door, and push on the handle. [[Day 6 Actual<-...][$VarEvent += 1]]\ <</widget>> <<widget "Day6Girls8">>\ It opens with little resistance, and the inside is pleasantly illuminated in stark contrast to the surrounding forest. There are a couple of cabinets lining the walls, as well as some easily identifiable equipment. There’s some cages, presumably for catching small animals, as well as sticks with rope on the end, which you guess are used for leading bigger predators away. Most of the equipment, however, loses you as to its purpose. Of course, the only reason you stop to take in the surroundings is because there’s nobody in the structure, and once $Megan realizes that, she lightens up a bit. “This must be some of…what would you call them? A forest janitor? One of their sheds.” “Hmm.” Disinterested, you hover towards a table set up conspicuously in the middle of the room. There’s only one item on it: a watch. An ugly //digital// watch. “Great. We were led all this way out here just so someone could show off their shitty jewelry.” “I think it’s nice.” $Megan laughs, picking up the watch by the strap. “That’s weird, though. Normally watches have a strap on each side of the face. This has just one long one. I wonder how you fasten it.” “Let me have a closer look.” As $Megan passes the thing to you, it seems to get a mind of its own, falling from her fingers and wrapping the strap completely around your wrist and connecting to itself, forming a full circle. [[Day 6 Watch 1<-...][$VarEvent to 10]]\ <</widget>>

Slowly, you turn to $Henry. He eyes you cautiously. There’s no doubt in your mind that he’s trying to figure out what you’re thinking, but he’s not anywhere close to the truth, and that’s a fact that would bring a smile to your face, were you not also thinking about the panties, and everything else about them. “How about you wear them?” “Me?” He reacts to the suggestion like it were a stiff punchline. His erupting laughter seems to nearly bring a tear to his eye. “When I’m around, panties get dropped, not worn. I thought you knew that.” “Really? You didn’t mention any recent conquests. Maybe a brush with femininity like this will give an extra incentive.” “Your fiance dumped your ass, $Jam. If anyone needs an incentive, it’s you.” “I’ve already got a crush, or “secret admirer”. You, on the other hand, are about as dry as ash.” “I could have any girl I want, $Jam. I’ve just been…busy, lately.” “Busy striking out?” “This isn’t going to work, Taint Licker. The panties are yours, not mine.” “Come on. You’re not scared, are you?” “Shifting approach, I see.” $Henry chuckles. “That ain’t going to get you anywhere.” “Cow-ard.” You punctuate the word with a musical quality to get deeper under his skin, but it doesn’t seem to be working. <<if $TPanties is 1>>“No chance, Taint Boy. Especially since, you know, you’re the one wearing them.” He laughs, momentarily distracted from the fact. “I’m not putting my dick in something yours has been that close to; I’ve seen the bitches you fuck.” It doesn’t seem like you could get him to wear them willing, so you simply shrug your shoulders. [[Day 6 Henry Wear Panties<-Strip and leave]] [[Day 6 Henry Clothed<-Remain clothed and leave]]\ <<else>>“Keep at it, $Jam. Maybe you’ll find the right buttons to press before I get into bed tonight.” Reverse psychology, challenging his ego…neither of them have worked so far. But there’s always one reliable way to get what you want from him. Or at least, a chance to. “I’ll wager you for it.” “A bet? What do you have in mind?” Sadly, if you want him to wear the panties before leaving the cabin, it can’t be too extravagant. “Rock, paper, scissors?” He considers the proposition for a moment, but not for too long. “You’re on.” As you’re preparing one of 3 possibilities, $Henry puts a hand up, stopping you. “And what if I win?” “I guess I’ll have to wear them.” “That’s not equal, and you know it.” “Why not?” “That watch asked you to wear them in the first place, not me.” “Fine.” You sigh. “What do you want?” $Henry spends longer arriving at an answer this time. “A video of you in them.” “A video-” “-whilst you say how much you like wearing them.” “Jeez, why are you making this so weird?” “You’re the one who wanted a bet. Those are my conditions. It’s hardly the worst thing I’ve heard you say.” “Yeah, but you don’t have everything else on video.” $Henry steps over, parallel to you, with a hand between his back. [[Day 6 Henry Rock<-Use rock][$Var1 to 1]] [[Day 6 Henry Rock<-Use paper][$Var1 to 2]] [[Day 6 Henry Rock<-Use scissors][$Var to 3]]<</if>>

<<set $Week1.Strip to 6>>\ “I’m sick of this - we’re leaving.” “Ah, come on, now. I won’t judge you.” $Henry encourages with a barely convincing taunt. “Forget about it. I’m done here.” Striding over to the door, you swing it open and walk out. $Henry ‘s teasing words that you don’t have any balls don’t entice you to stay. Predictably, you hear his footsteps run to catch up with you. After all, you are his ride home. Stepping outside the cabin, you’re caught off guard by a sudden and blinding <<link "object.">><<screenflash>>\ <<replace "#convo1">>For a brief moment, you think it’s some alien orb that’s a prelude to your abduction. That would certainly explain the strange lure that lead you here. Once your eyes adapt to the brightness, however, you realize it’s not an alien artifact, but a floodlight. It’s attached to one of the many tall trees around you, about 30 feet in the air. And you’re in the dead center of it. As you figure the object out, something else touches your senses. This isn’t something visible, however, but something audible. At first, you figure it’s a bird flapping its wings. Then, you realize there’s nothing natural about it. Repetitive, sharp and vaguely familiar. “It’s a camera.” $Henry winces against the overwhelming light, and speaks up. “Is it? I knew I heard something. I’m guessing the camera is locked on us, too.” “If I were wearing those panties, they’d have a bunch of pictures of me wearing them.” You shrug, grimacing at the scenario. “Come on. Let’s get back.” [[Day 6 Henry Car Return<-...]]<</replace>><</link>>

<<set $Clothes.Top to 0, $Clothes.Shoes to 0>>\ <<screenflash>>\ Exiting the cabin, you’re barely 10 feet out the door when a blinding light appears. For a brief moment, you think it’s some alien orb that’s a prelude to your abduction. That would certainly explain the strange lure that lead you here. Once your eyes adapt to the brightness, however, you realize it’s not an alien artifact, but a floodlight. It’s attached to one of the many tall trees around you, about 30 feet in the air. And you’re in the dead center of it. As you figure the object out, something else touches your senses. This isn’t something visible, however, but something audible. At first, you figure it’s a bird flapping its wings. Then, you realize there’s nothing natural about it. Repetitive, sharp and vaguely familiar. “It’s a camera.” $Henry winces against the overwhelming light. “Is it? I knew I heard something.” “And if the light’s trained on us, then I’m guessing the camera is, too. So now they've got pictures of me wearing...panties.” You grimace. “Come on. Let’s get back.” “Don’t forget about my video. This really isn’t your day, buddy.” [[Day 6 Henry Car Return<-...]]

<<set $Var2 to random(1, 3)>>\ //Okay: a third chance of a draw, a third for a win, and a third for a loss. Ignoring the possibility of drawing, since we’ll just play again, that means we both have a 50% chance of winning. Assuming $Henry can’t catch a glimpse of my hand behind my back.// Peripherally, you try to see if there’s a window behind you. //Then again, maybe I can do the same to him.// Subtly, you check over his shoulder, but see nothing. //If $Henry was familiar with the game theory of rock, paper, scissors, he might have an advantage over me, but I know he isn’t, nor is he familiar with psychology enough to predict what people tend to go for. Sadly, neither am I. We’ve played before, but not recently, and not with enough frequency for any patterns of my moves to emerge, if he could even spot them, that is. When he gets competitive, his emotions can cause him to forget to consider such things.// //Okay, I’ll go for <<if $Var1 is 1>>rock<<elseif $Var1 is 2>>paper<<elseif $Var1 is 3>>scissors<</if>>// As you pull out your hand, $Henry shows off his own <<link "selection">>. <<replace "#convo1">>\ <<if $Var1 is 1 and $Var2 is 1>>“Double rock - tie.” [[Day 6 Henry Rock<-Use rock][$Var1 to 1]] [[Day 6 Henry Rock<-Use paper][$Var1 to 2]] [[Day 6 Henry Rock<-Use scissors][$Var1 to 3]]\ <<elseif $Var1 is 2 and $Var2 is 2>>“Double paper - tie.” [[Day 6 Henry Rock<-Use rock][$Var1 to 1]] [[Day 6 Henry Rock<-Use paper][$Var1 to 2]] [[Day 6 Henry Rock<-Use scissors][$Var1 to 3]]\ <<elseif $Var1 is 3 and $Var2 is 3>>“Double scissors - tie.” [[Day 6 Henry Rock<-Use rock][$Var1 to 1]] [[Day 6 Henry Rock<-Use paper][$Var1 to 2]] [[Day 6 Henry Rock<-Use scissors][$Var1 to 3]]\ <<elseif $Var1 is 1 and $Var2 is 3>>Scissors - you win [[Day 6 Henry Rock Win<-...]]\ <<elseif $Var1 is 2 and $Var2 is 1>>Rock - you win [[Day 6 Henry Rock Win<-...]]\ <<elseif $Var1 is 3 and $Var2 is 2>>Paper - you win [[Day 6 Henry Rock Win<-...]]\ <<elseif $Var1 is 1 and $Var2 is 2>>Paper - you lose [[Day 6 Henry Rock Lose<-...]]\ <<elseif $Var1 is 2 and $Var2 is 3>>Scissors - you lose [[Day 6 Henry Rock Lose<-...]]\ <<elseif $Var1 is 3 and $Var2 is 1>>Rock - you lose [[Day 6 Henry Rock Lose<-...]]<</if>> <</replace>> <</link>>

<<if $MeganD.Day2Panties is 2>><<set $Clothes.Panties to 2, $Week1.Strip to 2>>\ <<else>><<set $Clothes.Panties to 1, $Week1.Strip to 1>><</if>>\ \ “Ha!” $Henry exclaims, punching the air in riotous excitement. You solemnly acknowledge that he’d probably be laughing this much if he won without the stakes attached; he’s that competitive. Despite that, you’ve got no chance of him forgetting what you wagered, and he doubtlessly intends to collect on it. “Put those panties on, girly. I came to see a show!” Though you consider waving it off, or insisting that you said “best of 3”, $Henry has nothing to gain from compromising, and rescinding on your promise would be a death sentence with a businessman like him. After all, you’d hold him to the same standard if you came out on the other side of the 50/50. “Pan-ties. Pan-ties.” He begins chanting. Simply hoping to get this over with as quickly as possible, you strip your outer layers off until you’re left in your boxers. “Would you mind?” You demand, expecting they turn around to give you a modicum of privacy. $Henry gives an eyeroll, but soon concedes. <<if $Clothes.Panties is 1>>The soft panties, once they’re pulled up to your crotch, feel teasingly soft, though you can’t spend long enjoying the alien sensation.\ <<elseif $Clothes.Panties is 2>>$Megan ‘s white panties, once they’re pulled up to your crotch, feel teasingly soft, though you can’t spend long enjoying the alien sensation. You opt not to mention they’re actually your secretary’s, not the same pair from Tuesday’s gift.<</if>> “Haaa!” $Henry ‘s laughter taunts you. He’s turned around before you give him any signal to do so, and though you’re not surprised, it still bothers you. “Give us a twirl!” “Fuck off, $Henry.” “Not before I get my video.” He chuckles, pulling out his phone. His arms hold it up like he were capturing footage of his first born taking their first steps. “Go on, $Jam. What do you feel about those panties you’re wearing?” “I think…” you begin, immediately sighing how pathetic you sound. How on earth did you get roped into this situation? “I think…I like wearing these panties.” The words are given with the same enthusiasm that an ungovernable teenager would give. “No, no. I want more than that. Try again.” Now it’s you rolling your eyes. “I really like wearing these panties.” “Oh? And what do you like about them, $Jam $Car ?” Though your face is certainly in the video clearly (especially on a high quality phone like $Henry ‘s), your name being on the footage adds further sting, like your ancestors could be offended by sharing a name with you. “They make me feel…” your mind searches for an appeasing adjective that won’t dig your pit significantly deeper. “Pretty.” “And how often do you wear panties?” “Don’t you have enough vid-” “How often do you wear panties?” He reiterates, taking a step closer. “I wear them every day.” $Henry ‘s laughter erupts again, which you imagine will get very annoying on the copy of this video he’s sure to send you everyday. “Alright.” He pockets his phone. “That’s enough for one day.” “Let’s get out of here.” Liked the watch’s message demanded, and like your bet with $Henry enforced, you leave the cabin. $Henry follows quickly behind, mockingly rushing to give your ass a slap with the hand that isn’t carrying your discarded clothing. [[Day 6 Henry Lose Leave<-...]]

<<set $Week1.Strip to 9>>\ <<if $Panties[1] is 1>><<set $Panties[1] to 0>>\ <<elseif $Panties[2] is 1>><<set $Panties[2] to 0>><</if>>\ “Up yours, $Henry!” You erupt, breathing a heavy sigh of relief. By winning, you not only get to see $Henry in the panties, but you avoid the cheek-dying reality of him having a video of you wearing panties. “Damnit.” He pounds the fist of his dominant hand into the palm of his other. “Bitch.” For the first time since you received them, the panties have given you something better than ambivalence. Proudly, you pull them out and hand them to him, giving him a sarcastic pat on the back as you do. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s get this over with.” He wastes no time in “getting it over with”, as his pants are already on the floor before you have a chance to begin the teasing. For a moment, you think he’s going to attempt to keep his shirt on, but that’s instead the last item he takes off. “Turn your heads around.” “You’re not going to run out the door, are you?” You tease over a shoulder, and you’re certain he’s flipping you off. A few seconds later, you know it’s okay to turn around, and you’re met with the sight which you never thought you’d see. By many metrics, $Henry is just like you. The most compromised you’ve seen him has been during drunken stupors, and you were matching him pint for pint. Seeing him in nothing but a pair of dainty panties manages to bring a smile to your face like nothing has since you stopped dating $Amy. “I’ve seen a lot of girls in panties over the years, and I have to say…you’re uglier than all of them.” “There’s a reason I don’t where them normally, idiot.” “So if you looked good in them, you might do it daily?” You taunt, enjoying how he squirms. “That’s not what I me…nevermind.” He sighs. “Since we’re done here, how about we leave?” “Sure.” You’ve still got a forest walk ahead of you, and you’re going to make sure he’s directly in front of you. Like a true good friend, you pick up his discarded clothes. [[Day 6 Henry Win Leave<-...]]

<<set $Clothes.Top to 0, $Clothes.Shoes to 0>>\ Despite your better instincts, you opt to play along with your mysterious pursuer. <<if $TPanties is 1>>Initially dispensing with your top layers, you move to your shoes and socks, and complete the undressing by removing your pants, confirming (if it was ever needed) that you did wear the panties here. $Henry struggles to hold back snickering.\ <<else>>Initially dispensing with your top layers, you move to your shoes and socks, and complete the undressing by removing your pants. “Would you mind?” You nod towards $Henry ‘s who still has the delicate panties grasped in his manly hands. “Why don’t you ask me nicely?” He taunts, tossing them in the air and catching them. “I’m not in the mood.” “Fine.” As aggressively as you can throw a apair of panties, he tosses them at you. “Thanks,” you sigh, more stressed than you thought you’d be. “And if you’re seeing me in these, you’re seeing me naked enough. You don’t get to see the love doctor.” “That thing’s visible to the naked eye?” “Will you just turn around already?” Switching out your lengthy, luxurious boxers for the panties, you somehow feel even more vulnerable in them compared to being completely naked. Vulnerable, yet weirdly comfortable, though you can’t spend long enjoying the tactile sensation.<</if>> <<if $MeganD.Day2Panties is 2>><<set $Clothes.Panties to 2, $Week1.Strip to 2>>\ <<else>><<set $Clothes.Panties to 1, $Week1.Strip to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $Clothes.Panties is 1>>“Boy, they hardly hide anything. And the pink…hey, is that a bow?” “Enough.” You stomp, staring through $Henry. “The sooner we leave, the sooner I can get changed.” “Alright, alright; I’m only playing with you.” He grabs your discarded clothing before you have to prompt him to.\ <<elseif $Clothes.Panties is 2>>“Boy, they hardly hide anything - I thought you said they were pink?” “Did I? I guess I was wrong.” Right now is not the time to explain to $Henry that the panties are actually $Megan ‘s, and that she has the pink ones. “Come on. The sooner we leave, the sooner I can get changed. Grab my clothes for me.” He does so, though not without a sly remark on how a skirt would be more appropriate than your pants.<</if>> After that, you head towards the cabin door, and <<link "leave.">><<screenflash>>\ <<replace "#convo1">> Before you can take a third step outside, you’re attacked by a sharp, blinding light. For a brief moment, you think it’s some alien orb that’s a prelude to your abduction. That would certainly explain the strange lure that lead you here. Once your eyes adapt to the brightness, however, you realize it’s not an alien artifact, but a floodlight. It’s attached to one of the many tall trees around you, about 30 feet in the air. And you’re in the dead center of it. As you figure the object out, something else touches your senses. This isn’t something visible, however, but something audible. At first, you figure it’s a bird flapping its wings. Then, you realize there’s nothing natural about it. Repetitive, sharp and vaguely familiar. “It’s a camera.” $Henry winces against the overwhelming light, and latter speaks up. “Is it? I knew I heard something.” “And it’ll be trained on us, I bet. You, more importantly.” “So now they've got pictures of me wearing...panties.” You grimace. “Come on. Let’s get back.” [[Day 6 Henry Car Return<-...]]<</replace>><</link>>

<<widget "Day6Henry1">>\ <<set $HenryD.Knowledge to 3>>\ <<set $H to 23, $M to 0>>\ Since $Henry signed you up to be the night’s designated driver, you set off in your car to pick up your companion. He hops into you car before you even come to a stop. “Detective Taint Licker! How’s it going? Has there been any more clues in the panty case?” “They would have much more success if they had started bothering you about this, rather than me. You’re clearly wishing you were the focal point of someone’s attention.” “If anyone here is a sucker for a spotlight, it’s you.” You drive off in the direction of Hedersby Woods. This late, you’re surprised $Henry ‘s been drinking coffee. That, or his curiosity has made him so excited that he’s tapping on the dashboard like it were dashboard. “And you still don’t think it’s that Miss $Dessel?” “I have no clue who it is, $Henry.” You consider making it clear you’re suspicious of him, too, but opt not to. He probably suspects that himself, unless the caffeine has took him into complete delirium. “I had another idea, actually.” “I can’t wait to hear this.” “You know how they never caught the Zodiac Killer?” “...where are you going with this?” “What if it’s just someone trying to fuck with you?” “Then I should be honored to have attracted a stranger’s attention. And where exactly does the Zodiac Killer come into this?” “Well, he bragged to the police and newspapers, didn’t he? He wasn’t going to turn himself in, though. What’d be the fun in that?” “So you think whoever’s behind the panties has no intention of telling me who they are?” “It’s just an idea.” It’s an interesting proposition, yet also a disappointing one, should it turn out to be true. Were it a one night stand from years ago, it’d be nice to know you left such an impression on someone that they’d do something like this. It being a no life loser would make you roll your eyes faster and harder than anything $Megan has ever said. “Of course, that doesn’t mean we can’t catch the fucker behind this.” “Isn’t it still unknown who the Zodiac Killer is?” $Henry shrugs. “Why would I know?” [[Day 6 Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 2]]\ <</widget>> <<widget "Day6Henry2">>\ <<set $H to 23, $M to 45>>\ Mirroring his entry into your vehicle, $Henry ‘s out of it before it comes to a stop. He’s waving you over to a spot around 6 meters ahead whilst your keys are still in the ignition. “Well, I’m willing to bet this is the Zodiac’s doing. What do you think?” “I agree.” You look slightly to the side, noting the beginning of a dirt path. “Clearly this is where they want us to enter from.” “Did they not think you could follow coordinates? They clearly have a good understanding of your IQ.” “Up yours,” you sigh. “Hey, look at that.” As you turn around, you catch $Henry retrieving a piece of paper from a smaller rock at the foot of the marked one. He unfolds it, and reads it out, with your leaning over to get a view. The writing, though brief, gets your mind wandering, as if $Henry ‘s theories hadn’t had the same affect. “Follow the trail for a quarter of a mile.” “Come alone.” [[Day 6 Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 3]]\ <</widget>> <<widget "Day6Henry3">>\ <<set $Day3 to 7, $Day to $Day + 1, $H to 0, $M to 20>>\ “I guess the famous Zodiac Killer is scared of me. I can’t say I blame. Getting back to the gym is really starting to pay off.” He flexes his muscles, as if you could possibly make out the details in the abundant darkness. “Come alone.” You repeat, thinking over the words. “None of the other notes specified that.” “So why now? Surely they didn’t know we where coming together.” “What if they hacked into our messages?” “Hacking? I don’t know if I’d go that far. Maybe they were in the bar when we agreed to do this.” “And how would they know we were meeting there?” “I...do I have to solve this whole thing myself?” You eye $Henry with uncertainty. He is either genuinely invested in finding out who’s behind this, or is pulling off a mighty convincing act. Why, then, (were he behind this) would he manufacturer a reason for him to stay behind? On the other hand, his practical jokes, which are typically creative, are not particularly elaborate. Is this him finally showing what he’s capable of? Is he relying on you underestimating him? “What are you thinking?” $Henry asks, kicking you out of your contemplative stupor. “Nevermind me.” You answer, hoping he’ll make a mistake in how he responds to your own question. “What do you think we should do?” “I think we should march into that jungle, find out who’s behind this, rough em’ up, and make sure they send you a dress to match the panties next time.” “So you want to come with me?” After a couple of seconds of thinking on it, he admits to it. “Of course I do! Why, I feel like I’m the one who got panties in the mail at this point. I think I deserve to find out who’s behind this at the same time you do.” More likely, he wants to see the look on your face when the punchline lands. “But they are your panties. And maybe I’ll take the G-Series for a spin while you’re away.” “You so much as lay a pinky on that steering wheel and you’re dead.” [[Day 6 Actual<-Go together][$VarEvent to 4]] [[Day 6 Actual<-Go alone][$VarEvent to 3, $Var to 1]]\ <</widget>> <<widget "Day6Henry4">>\ “Let’s go together.” “Only if you insist.” $Henry laughs, dashing over to the start of the path. Not quite “skipping”, but as close as you seen him come to such a thing. “You know, now that I think about it, that Zodiac theory might be meaningless.” “And what makes you say that?” “If you’re going to fuck with someone this much, surely you’d do it to someone you know. Isn’t is funnier that way?” //If this your doing, I’m going to leave you stranded out here.// [[Day 6 Walking<-...][$VarEvent to 5]]\ <</widget>> <<widget "Day6Henry5">>\ <<set $H to 0, $M to 40>>\ There’s a sudden ringing, and while the loud noise, in contrast with the serene, if eerie, quiet of the forest catches you initially off guard, you regain your composure, and realize it’s a phone. “My bad.” $Henry laughs, stopping using his phone as a flashlight, and answering the call. //What on earth could this be about, at 11pm on a Saturday night?// “How long?” “It’ll probably shut itself off soon, I wouldn’t worry about it.” “What do I care if it’s bothering the other residents? It’s not my fault!” “Well I didn’t manufacture it.” “Probably a few hours.” “Whatever.” He hangs up the call, and you get the impression the other person is probably pounding a desk right now. “What was that about?” “Apparently my car’s making a weird nose.” “Like a stone is caught in a tire?” “No, like its alarm went off. The apartment manager said it’s been wailing for 15 minutes now.” “And you don’t want to go check on it?” “What are you, crazy? We’re about to crack this thing wide open! I wouldn’t go back if it was on fire, nevermind for a glitch.” “What makes you think it’s a glitch?” “Randy said he checked the cameras, and nobody was even close to it when it started.” “Huh.” “So come on.” He urges, stepping forward and leading the way. “Let’s get you that matching dress.” [[Day 6 Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 6]]\ <</widget>> <<widget "Day6Henry6">>\ <<set $H to 1, $M to 0>>\ “Over there, do you see that?” In the distance, about 20 meters ahead and up a very slight incline, there’s a structure. It’s small and mostly blends into the dark, but there are a few freckles of light. “50 bucks says we’re wanted in there.” You roll your eyes, leading the way forward. As you come closer to the structure, you learn more about its character. It’s a sort of wooden shed, maybe 5 by 5 meters, though you’d have to circle the thing to know for sure. The spots of light you saw are actually tiny gaps in the wood formed by ill maintenance and curious creatures. It’s clearly disused, except for whoever it is wanted you to come here. This //has// to be the location the note at the rock was referring to. With a final glance towards your skittish and curious companions, you step in front of the door, and push on the <<link "handle.">> <<replace "#convo1">>It opens with little resistance, and the inside is pleasantly illuminated in stark contrast to the surrounding forest. There are a couple of cabinets lining the walls, as well as some easily identifiable equipment. There’s some cages, presumably for catching small animals, as well as sticks with rope on the end, which you guess are used for leading bigger predators away. Most of the equipment, however, loses you as to its purpose. “Well, this is disappointing.” You hover towards a table set up conspicuously in the middle of the room. There’s only one item on it: a watch. An ugly //digital// watch. “Eww.” $Henry agrees. “It’s disgusting.” “So cheap.” “You can get a decent Hondersyn watch for about twice what you’d pay for that.” “Twice? I’m not sure about that.” “Twice. I promise you.” “So you think that digital watch goes for about 200$?” “200$? No. 150$ at most.” “Where on earth are you finding Hondersyn watches for 300$?” “Second hand.” “Well duh, that goes without saying.” $Henry rolls his eyes. “I assumed we were in agreement that second watches are about as useful as a woman who refuses to swallow.” “Well sure, but some pretenders find value in them.” “Did I ever tell you about my buddy who spent 12,000$ on a Hondersyn once?” “For that much, you might as well get a Oinyphanx.” “That’s what I told him!” Whilst you’re discussing the minutiae of high end watches, $Henry carelessly picks up the crappy one. “See?It’s so shoddy there’s no latch.” “Let me have a closer look.” As he passes the thing to you, it seems to get a mind of its own, falling from his fingers and wrapping the strap completely around your wrist and connecting to itself, forming a full circle. [[Day 6 Watch 1<-...][$VarEvent to 10]]<</replace>> <</link>> \ <</widget>>\

<<screenflash>>\ Exiting the cabin, $Henry ‘s barely 10 feet out the door, with you a couple more behind, when a blinding light appears. For a brief moment, you think it’s some alien orb that’s a prelude to your abduction. That would certainly explain the strange lure that lead you here. Once your eyes adapt to the brightness, however, you realize it’s not an alien artifact, but a floodlight. It’s attached to one of the many tall trees around you, about 30 feet in the air. And you’re in the center of it. As you figure the object out, something else touches your senses. This isn’t something visible, however, but something audible. At first, you figure it’s a bird flapping its wings. Then, you realize there’s nothing natural about it. Repetitive, sharp and vaguely familiar. “It’s a camera.” Despite the blindly light, you see $Henry ‘s face lose its color. “A camera? You’re telling me they have pictures of me like this?” You ignore his panic. The camera was set up for you; they wanted the pictures to be of //you// in the panties. “Let’s get out of the light.” “Yeah - let’s.” $Henry retorts, not that he was in a rush to break out of his paralysis. Once you’re out of the circle, $Henry solemnly turns to you. “Listen to me, Taint Licker: you’ve got to find out who’s behind this. They’ve got pictures of me,” he looks down, shivering at the sight, “like this.” [[Day 6 Henry Car Return<-...]]

Despite the non existent traffic, as expected at this hour, you take a comfortable, almost slow pace back home. Well, nearly home. First, you take $Megan back to her house. “Well, sir. This was…interesting.” She chooses to say over any other adjective. “I’ll see you on Monday.” Gently, she closes the door of your car. Monday. Unless your “Secret Admirer’s” appetite for fun has been satiated, Monday is going to be a //very// interesting day. [[Home<-Return home][$Clothes.Top to -1, $Clothes.Shoes to -1]]

<<if $Clothes.Panties is 1>><<set $Week1.Strip to 1>>\ <<elseif $Clothes.Panties is 2>><<set $Week1.Strip to 2>>\ <<elseif $Clothes.Panties is -1>><<set $Week1.Strip to 3, $Clothes.Panties to 3, $Panties[3] to 1>><</if>> <<set $Clothes.Top to 0, $Clothes.Shoes to 0>>\ <<if $Week1.Strip is 1 or $Week1.Strip is 2>>You consider all the years you’ve dedicated to building up a reputation in the industry. All the hands shaken and drinks bought - all that could be for nothing if $Megan lives up to the low opinion you have of her. You don’t give a fuck about her respect, of course. It’s who she might tell that worries you, but you decide on this course of action (for some reason). After undressing, including taking off your shoes and socks, you take a moment to silently enjoy that $Megan sees the head of your dick peaking out beneath the band of the panties. //Suffering from success.//\ <<elseif $Week1.Strip is 3>>You consider all the years you’ve dedicated to building up a reputation in the industry. All the hands shaken and drinks bought - all that could be for nothing if $Megan lives up to the low opinion you have of her. You don’t give a fuck about her respect, of course. It’s who she might tell that worries you, but you decide on this course of action (for some reason). “Alright - switch with me.” $Megan nods in affirmation, stripping slightly to take off her lower underwear. Sadly, you don’t get to enjoy the view for long. She carefully hands you the panties. They’re a bold yellow, and, predictably, they’re pleasantly warm to the touch. In order to put them on, you have to strip much more. As the message instructed, your naked, save for the panties.<</if>> “Carry those for me.” You nod to the pile of discarded clothing. “Of course, sir. And, if you don’t mind me saying,” she nervously prefaces, “your butt looks good in them. I might have to start going to the gym myself.” //Your ass is great already.// “Thank you, $Megan.” Pulling open the frail door, you exit with your secretary, expecting a chilly journey back. Not five seconds out the cabin, however, <<link "something unexpected happens.">> <<replace "#convo1">><<screenflash>>\ A momentarily blinding white light appears from slightly above and ahead of you. For a brief moment, you think it’s some alien orb that’s a prelude to your abduction. That would certainly explain the strange lure that lead you here. Once your eyes adapt to the brightness, however, you realize it’s not an alien artifact, but a floodlight. It’s attached to one of the many tall trees around you, about 30 feet in the air. And you’re in the dead center of it. As you figure the object out, something else touches your senses. This isn’t something visible, however, but something audible. At first, you figure it’s a bird flapping its wings. Then, you realize there’s nothing natural about it. Repetitive, sharp and vaguely familiar. “It’s a camera.” $Megan nods in agreement. “And if someone cared enough to set that light up, I’d bet the camera’s trained on us right now.” Pictures of me. Like this.” You shrug, grimacing with a look at your minimal attire. “Come on. Let’s get back.” <<if $Week1.Forest is 1>>[[Day 6 Megan End 1<-...]]\ <<else>>[[Day 6 Girls End 1<-...]]<</if>><</replace>> <</link>>

<<set $Week1.Strip to 6>>\ “I’m sick of this - we’re leaving.” $Megan, clearly, wasn’t expecting that from you. “Leaving? But sir - we won’t know what’s going on here if we don’t play along.” “And what makes you so sure of that?” “Didn’t you get that from the message?” “Enough, $Megan. I’m tired of these games. Stick around for your psycho friend to return if you want, but I’m leaving.” Striding over to the door, you swing it open and walk out. Predictably, $Megan dashes to catch up, desperate to not be left alone out here. You’re caught off guard, however, by a sudden and blinding <<link "object.">><<screenflash>>\ <<replace "#convo1">>For a brief moment, you think it’s some alien orb that’s a prelude to your abduction. That would certainly explain the strange lure that lead you here. Once your eyes adapt to the brightness, however, you realize it’s not an alien artifact, but a floodlight. It’s attached to one of the many tall trees around you, about 30 feet in the air. And you’re in the dead center of it. As you figure the object out, something else touches your senses. This isn’t something visible, however, but something audible. At first, you figure it’s a bird flapping its wings. Then, you realize there’s nothing natural about it. Repetitive, sharp and vaguely familiar. “It’s a camera.” $Megan nods in agreement. “And if someone cared enough to set that light up, I’d bet the camera’s trained on us right now.” Pictures of me. But if I were wearing those panties.” You shrug, grimacing at the scenario. “Come on. Let’s get back.” <<if $Week1.Forest is 1>>[[Day 6 Megan End 1<-...]]\ <<else>>[[Day 6 Girls End 1<-...]]<</if>><</replace>> <</link>>

“Option C - you strip.” “Sir?” She’s clearly baffled by your idea. Evidently, this wasn’t a part of the mystery novels she’s been reading. “If there is a camera, maybe whoever’s behind this can be fooled into thinking you’re me.” “Won’t the cameras also pick you up?” “Maybe.” You concede. “But I also think it’s worth a try.” “And the note did tell you to come alone.” “Even if they can tell it’s you, why should we give into them? They don’t get to coerce me into getting me to strip to women’s underwear, and then shivering back through the forest naked.” “I’m so glad I get to.” She replies. Though any hint of sarcasm is absent in her tone, it’s clear by the words that she doesn’t have high opinions of the plan. “Well, if you think it’s a good idea, sir-.” “-I do.” “Then I’ll do it.” $Megan, who seems to have forgotten completely about her earlier fears of serial killers, strips down to just her bra and panties. That’s when another problem arises. “Should I…take this off too?” She asks, tugging the at the strings of her brassiere. The matching yellow set looks gorgeous, enough so that you nearly miss the question. <<link "Ask her to take it off">> <<set $Week1.Strip to 4>> <<replace "#convo1">>“Actually, I think it’d be better if you took it off.” “Of course.” She benignly replies. “After all, your pecs look pretty bulky anyway. We might be able to really confuse them.” Not even compliments over your incredible physique distract you from admiring $Megan ‘s naked tits as she masterfully unhooks the bra. “Would you mind holding this?” She asks, offering you the freshly worn bra. “They’re a matching set. Oh, and those, too.” $Megan points to the pile of her outerwear. “Sure.” [[Day 6 Megan Panties She Strip 2<-...]]<</replace>> <</link>> <<link "Ask her to leave it on">> <<set $Week1.Strip to 5>> <<replace "#convo1">>“Leave it on.” “Of course, sir.” She sounds a little relieved. “Would you mind taking those.” $Megan nods to the pile of outerwear that she took off. “Sure.” [[Day 6 Megan Panties She Strip 2<-...]]<</replace>> <</link>>

Though $Megan, who is currently stood against the door of the small building, is ready to leave, but waiting to build up the necessary courage, is clearly anxious, you attribute that more to her desire to solve this bizarre mystery. In fact, she hasn’t complained once about being asked to return to the car in nothing but her intimates. Of course, the journey to this cabin confirmed that, at this time, nobody but those with the most curious of motives would be in the woods. Pulling the handle towards her, she opens the door and steps out. You immediately race to the doorway to watch her journey, hopeful that you’ll see something that will help unfold the mystery. While you do spot something, it’s rather hard to //not// <<link "notice it.">> <<replace "#convo1">><<screenflash>>\ A momentarily blinding white light appears from slightly above and ahead of you. For a brief moment, you think it’s some alien orb that’s a prelude to your abduction. That would certainly explain the strange lure that lead you here. Once your eyes adapt to the brightness, however, you realize it’s not an alien artifact, but a floodlight. It’s attached to one of the many tall trees around you, about 30 feet in the air. $Megan of course, notices it too. After pausing to recover from the light, she looks back, and you give her an encouraging nod. Seconds later, whilst the light is still illuminating the mostly naked $Megan, there’s a sound that you notice above the ambient wind. It’s a sort of shutter noise - a camera! //If they - whoever is behind this - wanted me to go out there wearing panties, they’d have dozens of pictures of it by now. Thank fuck I didn’t.// The rapid fire clicking continues for roughly a minute, well after the duration that $Megan was stood there for. After waiting a while longer, should something catch your eye (and nothing qualifying), you leave, following in $Megan ‘s footsteps. <<if $Week1.Forest is 1>>[[Day 6 Megan End 1<-...]]\ <<else>>[[Day 6 Girls End 1<-...]]<</if>><</replace>> <</link>>

<<set $Clothes.Top to 0, $Clothes.Shoes to 0>>\ <<if $MeganD.Day2Panties is 2>><<set $Clothes.Panties to 2, $Week1.Strip to 2>>\ <<else>><<set $Clothes.Panties to 1, $Week1.Strip to 1>><</if>>\ \ “Ha!” $Henry exclaims, punching the air in riotous excitement. You solemnly acknowledge that he’d probably be laughing this much if he won without the stakes attached; he’s that competitive. Despite that, you’ve got no chance of him forgetting what you wagered, and he doubtlessly intends to collect on it. “Put those panties on, girly. I came to see a show!” Though you consider waving it off, or insisting that you said “best of 3”, $Henry has nothing to gain from compromising, and rescinding on your promise would be a death sentence with a businessman like him. After all, you’d hold him to the same standard if you came out on the other side of the 50/50. “Pan-ties. Pan-ties.” He begins chanting. $Allen, beside the two of you, looks like he might join in, though he thinks better of it. He probably has no clue how he got roped into coming here in the first place. Conversely, if it were you who won, you’d be egging him to laugh just as hard. Simply hoping to get this over with as quickly as possible, you strip your outer layers off until you’re left in your boxers. “Would you mind?” You demand, expecting they turn around to give you a modicum of privacy. $Allen does so without complaint. $Henry gives an eyeroll, but does so as well. <<if $Panties[1] is 1>>The soft panties, once they’re pulled up to your crotch, feel teasingly soft, though you can’t spend long enjoying the alien sensation.\ <<elseif $Panties[2] is 1>>$Megan ‘s white panties, once they’re pulled up to your crotch, feel teasingly soft, though you can’t spend long enjoying the alien sensation. You opt not to mention they’re actually your secretary’s, not the same pair from Tuesday’s gift.<</if>> “Haaa!” $Henry ‘s laughter taunts you. He’s turned around before you give him any signal to do so, and though you’re not surprised, it still bothers you. “You really make them work, don’t you think, $Allen?” The insect of a man is torn between staying quiet for your sake, and joining in with $Henry ‘s laughter so that he might like him more. “Give us a twirl!” “Fuck off, $Henry.” “Not before I get my video.” He chuckles, pulling out his phone. His arms hold it up like he were capturing footage of his first born taking their first steps. “Go on, $Jam. What do you feel about those panties you’re wearing?” “I think…” you begin, immediately sighing how pathetic you sound. How on earth did you get roped into this situation? “I think…I like wearing these panties.” The words are given with the same enthusiasm that an ungovernable teenager would give. “No, no. I want more than that. Try again.” Now it’s you rolling your eyes. “I really like wearing these panties.” “Oh? And what do you like about them, $Jam $Car ?” Though your face is certainly in the video clearly (especially on a high quality phone like $Henry ‘s), your name being on the footage adds further sting, like your ancestors could be offended by sharing a name with you. “They make me feel…” your mind searches for an appeasing adjective that won’t dig your pit significantly deeper. “Pretty.” “And how often do you wear panties?” “Don’t you have enough vid-” “How often do you wear panties?” He reiterates, taking a step closer. “I wear them every day.” $Henry ‘s laughter erupts again, which you imagine will get very annoying on the copy of this video he’s sure to send you everyday. “Alright.” He pockets his phone. “That’s enough for one day.” “Let’s get out of here.” Liked the watch’s message demanded, and like your bet with $Henry enforced, you leave the cabin. $Henry follows quickly behind, mockingly rushing to give your ass a slap. $Allen ‘s behind him, naturally taking on the role of a mule as he carries your discarded clothing. [[Day 6 Boys Lose Leave<-...]]

<<set $Week1.Strip to 10>>\ “Up yours, $Henry!” You erupt, breathing a heavy sigh of relief. By winning, you not only get to see $Henry in the panties, but you avoid the cheek-dying reality of him having a video of you wearing panties. “Damnit.” He pounds the fist of his dominant hand into the palm of his other. “Bitch.” For the first time since you received them, the panties have given you something better than ambivalence. Proudly, you pull them out and hand them to him, giving him a sarcastic pat on the back as you do. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s get this over with.” He wastes no time in “getting it over with”, as his pants are already on the floor before $Allen has the chance to confirm with you if he’s actually going to go through with it. For a moment, you think he’s going to attempt to keep his shirt on, but that’s instead the last item he takes off. “Turn your heads around.” “You’re not going to run out the door, are you?” You tease over a shoulder, and you’re certain he’s flipping you off. A few seconds later, you know it’s okay to turn around, and you’re met with the sight which you never thought you’d see. By many metrics, $Henry is just like you. The most compromised you’ve seen him has been during drunken stupors, and you were matching him pint for pint. Seeing him in nothing but a pair of dainty panties manages to bring a smile to your face like nothing has since you stopped dating $Amy. “I’ve seen a lot of girls in panties over the years, and I have to say…you’re uglier than all of them.” “There’s a reason I don’t where them normally, idiot.” “So if you looked good in them, you might do it daily?” You taunt, enjoying how he squirms. “That’s not what I me…nevermind.” He sighs. “Since we’re done here, how about we leave?” “Sure.” You’ve still got a forest walk ahead of you, and you’re going to make sure he’s directly in front of you. $Allen ‘s secretarial instincts take over as he picks up $Henry ‘s discarded clothes. [[Day 6 Boys Win Leave<-...]] \ \ <<if $Panties[1] is 1>><<set $Panties[1] to 0>>\ <<elseif $Panties[2] is 1>><<set $Panties[2] to 0>><</if>>\ <<set $Clothes.Panties to -1>>\

“Wear the panties?” “That’s…an interesting request.” $Allen posits uncertainly. “Have you got them on you?” “The panties?” “Yes, the panties.” <<if $TPanties>>“Of course.” //I definitely have them on me.//\ <<else>>“Of course.” You check your pocket, feeling the slight bump created from the underwear.<</if>> “So? Are you going to do it?” Your mind wants to yell a repulsive “of course not!” for $Allen even suggesting that you’d be willing to do such a thing. Of course, the watch, and therefore whoever is behind this, requested that you wear the panties back to your car. If you want to play along, which might be the only way to find out who’s responsible for panties, notes, and invitation here, then you’ll need to wear the panties. Of course, there are always other options. [[Day 6 Allen Wear Panties<-Strip and leave]] [[Day 6 Allen Clothed<-Remain clothed and leave]] [[Day 6 Allen Ask Allen<-Ask]] $Allen to wear the panties

“Wear the panties?” “I didn’t see that coming.” “Me neither. This is one strange admirer you’ve got.” $Allen puts in. “Have you got them on you?” “The panties?” “No, the Deep Sea Scrolls-yes the panties!” <<if $Clothes.Panties gt 0>>“Well,” you quietly reply, hoping, praying that the inevitable question that follows this doesn’t manifest. “Yes.” “Where?” “On me.” “Pull them out, then. For all the drama they’ve caused, I’m quite curious to see what they look like. Hey, maybe $Allen will be able to recognise them from all the women he’s fucked.” “I wouldn’t bet on that.” “Come on, $Jam. What’s the issue? You couldn’t wait to tell me all about your mysterious gift, and now that it’s time to show me, you clam up? What could you possibly be afraid o…ahh.” $Henry giggles, than chuckles, and concludes with a laugh that causes him to keel over at a 90 degree angle like he were throwing up. “No way. No way!” “What? I don’t get it?” “It’s not like that, okay?” ““Not like that.”” $Henry mocks, continuing to laugh, and now needing to use a sleeve to wipe tears from his face. “You’re saying you knew you might get a request like this?” “It was a hunch.” “Bullshit. You wanted to wear them panties, didn’t you?” “No!” $Allen ‘s eyes light up in realization. The tough image you’ve worked hard to cultivate in front of him, and all your coworkers, has just shattered. If he mentions this around the office… “Let us see them, then.” Your friend begins poking your side, and tugging at the waistband of your pants. “They were pink, right?” “You’re not seeing them.” “If you wore them because you thought you might get a request like the watch made, then surely you expected us to see them. So what’s the act for?” $Henry teases, having caught you in a mental bind. “In fact, I think you invited us here to see you in them, and this performance is just you saving face.” “IT IS NOT!” “Is too.” His confidence is infuriating, and it seems to have persuaded $Allen, too, based on the whelp’s barely suppressed grin. “Look,” he interrupts, trying to play mediator. “Regardless of why you’re wearing them-” “-though you are wearing them-” “-that watch asked you to, you know, strip, and then wear them back to your car. Are you going to do it?” “What do you think?!” Though you make sure to dial up the sarcasm, neither of the men seem to believe you. “$Jam; you’re already wearing them, we could hardly think less of you for walking out in them. Besides, whoever wanted you here clearly has motives. They might be pretty annoyed if you don’t follow through.”\ \ \ <<else>>“Yes, they’re in my pocket.” “Pull them out, then. For all the drama they’ve caused, I’m quite curious to see what they look like. Hey, maybe $Allen will be able to recognise them from all the women he’s fucked.” “I wouldn’t bet on that.” “Here.” Retrieving them from your pocket, you toss them into $Henry ‘s chest. “Boy, they are girly.” Your friend turns to $Allen, a wicked smile across his smug face. “What do you think? Wouldn’t $Jam look so precious in them?” “Knock it off.” “Hey, I’m just saying what $Allen is thinking. Frankly, I’m surprised you weren’t wearing them already. After your ex left your sorry ass, you must be pretty desperate for anything feminine.” “So? Are you going to do it?” “Do what?” “What the watch asked you to.”<</if>> <<if $TPanties is 1>>Annoyingly, $Henry does have a point. Whoever is behind this clearly wants you to go back to your car in just the panties. If you want to find out more about them, assuming this isn’t just one of $Henry ‘s games, you’ll have to play along. That means stripping, and confirming you’re already wearing the panties. Not just in front of $Henry, but $Allen, too, who was a direct line of communication with Miss $Dessel, your boss. Maintaining her respect of you is vital to succeeding in your current career. Of course, there are always other options. [[Day 6 Boys Wear Panties<-Strip and leave]] [[Day 6 Boys Clothed<-Remain clothed and leave]] [[Day 6 Boys Ask Allen<-Ask]] $Allen to wear the panties [[Day 6 Boys Ask Henry<-Ask]] $Henry to wear the panties\ <<else>>With company like this, your mind immediately leans towards simply leaving, and perhaps leaving the panties behind for good measure. But if you want to learn more about your "secret admirer", you might have to play along. Of course, there are always other options. [[Day 6 Boys Wear Panties<-Wear the panties and leave]] [[Day 6 Boys Clothed<-Remain clothed and leave]] [[Day 6 Boys Ask Allen<-Ask]] $Allen to wear the panties [[Day 6 Boys Ask Henry<-Ask]] $Henry to wear the panties<</if>>

“Wear the panties?” “I didn’t see that coming. Have you got them on you?” “The panties?” “No, the Deep Sea Scrolls-yes the panties!” <<if $TPanties is 1>>“Well,” you quietly reply, hoping, praying that the inevitable question that follows this doesn’t manifest. “Yes.” “Where?” “On me.” “Pull them out, then. For all the drama they’ve caused, I’m quite curious to see what they look like.” You pause, unsure how to navigate the issue. “Come on, $Jam. What’s the issue? You couldn’t wait to tell me all about your mysterious gift, and now that it’s time to show me, you clam up? What could you possibly be afraid o…ahh.” $Henry giggles, than chuckles, and concludes with a laugh that causes him to keel over at a 90 degree angle like he were throwing up. “No way. No way!” “It’s not like that, okay?” ““Not like that.”” $Henry mocks, continuing to laugh, and now needing to use a sleeve to wipe tears from his face. “You’re saying you knew you might get a request like this?” “It was a hunch.” “Bullshit. You wanted to wear them panties, didn’t you?” “No!” “Let me see them, then.” Your friend begins poking your side, and tugging at the waistband of your pants. “They were pink, right?” “You’re not seeing them.” “If you wore them because you thought you might get a request like the watch made, then surely you expected me to see them. So what’s the act for?” $Henry teases, having caught you in a mental bind. “In fact, I think you invited me here to see you in them, and this performance is just you saving face.” “IT IS NOT!” “Is too.” His confidence is infuriating, but you can’t come up with a more convincing rebuttal than simply yelling. “Look: the watch asked you to show them off, so go ahead and do it. Otherwise you //would// be wearing them for nothing.”\ \ \ <<else>>“Yes, they’re in my pocket.” “Pull them out, then. For all the drama they’ve caused, I’m quite curious to see what they look like.” “Here.” Retrieving them from your pocket, you toss them into $Henry ‘s chest. “Boy, they are girly. You’d look so precious in them.” “Knock it off.” “Frankly, I’m surprised you weren’t wearing them already. After your ex left your sorry ass, you must be pretty desperate for anything feminine.”<</if>> <<if $TPanties is 1>>Annoyingly, $Henry does have a point. Whoever is behind this clearly wants you to go back to your car in just the panties. If you want to find out more about them, assuming this isn’t just one of $Henry ‘s games, you’ll have to play along. That means stripping, and confirming you’re already wearing the panties. Of course, there are always other options. [[Day 6 Henry Wear Panties<-Strip and leave]] [[Day 6 Henry Clothed<-Remain clothed and leave]] [[Day 6 Henry Ask Henry<-Ask]] $Henry to wear the panties\ <<else>>With company like this, your mind immediately leans towards simply leaving, and perhaps leaving the panties behind for good measure. But if you want to learn more about your "secret admirer", you might have to play along. Of course, there are always other options. [[Day 6 Henry Wear Panties<-Wear the panties and leave]] [[Day 6 Henry Clothed<-Remain clothed and leave]] [[Day 6 Henry Ask Henry<-Ask]] $Henry to wear the panties<</if>>

“Wear the panties?” “Whilst undressed. Man, this is getting weird.” $Megan turns to you. \ <<if $MeganD.Day2Panties is 2 and $Clothes.Panties is 2>>“The ones you gave me - I don’t have them with me. I don’t suppose you have the ones I left behind in your office?” “The white ones?” You nod. “I have them, yeah.” “Are you…are you wearing them?” She asks, frowning in a mix of confusion, curiosity and what you gather as a slight sign of mockery. “I…well, you…know.” Her smile succeeds in distracting you from the situation. Does she think you’re some sort of weirdo crossdresser now? //God, why couldn’t it just be a serial killer?// “Why don’t you strip down to them, then?” “Wait - you actually expect me to do this?” “You saw the messages. Somebody really wants you in those panties.” “And I’m just supposed to give them what they want?” “If you want to know who’s behind this…yeah.” “And how on earth would they know I’ll be heading out the forest in them?” Her attention switches to the shed, and she looks around frantically. “There has to be a camera here.” No matter what corner or crevice she checks, she can’t find one. “Well, maybe it’s something to do with the watch.” Eyeing the device closer, you don’t see a sign of any lens, though it could just be well hidden. If there were one, though, “it’s not like that would give a great angle. Watches are supposed to point outwards so that you can brag to people about how rich you are.” “I’m not sure, but I think you should do as the watch says. They won’t be the same color as the ones you got, but maybe it’ll be enough.”\ \ \ <<elseif $MeganD.Day2Panties is 2 and $Clothes.Panties is -1>>“The ones you gave me - I don’t have them with me. I don’t suppose you have the ones I left behind in your office?” “The white ones?” You nod. “Not on me, no.” “Hmm.” She ponders. “I have one idea.” //Here we go, it’s just going to be moronic, I know it.// “I could take off the ones I’m wearing, and you could wear them.” “Wait - you actually expect me to do this?” “You saw the messages. Somebody really wants you in those panties.” “And I’m just supposed to give them what they want?” “If you want to know who’s behind this…yeah.” “And how on earth would they know I’ll be heading out the forest in them?” Her attention switches to the shed, and she looks around frantically. “There has to be a camera here.” No matter what corner or crevice she checks, she can’t find one. “Well, maybe it’s something to do with the watch.” Eyeing the device closer, you don’t see a sign of any lens, though it could just be well hidden. If there were one, though, “it’s not like that would give a great angle. Watches are supposed to point outwards so that you can brag to people about how rich you are.” “I’m not sure, but I think you should do as the watch says. They won’t be the same color as the ones you got, but maybe it’ll be enough.”\ \ \ <<elseif $TPanties is 1>>“The panties they sent you - do you have them on you?” You nod. “I have them, yeah.” “Are you…are you wearing them?” She asks, frowning in a mix of confusion, curiosity and what you gather as a slight sign of mockery. “I…well, you…know.” Her smile succeeds in distracting you from the situation. Does she think you’re some sort of weirdo crossdresser now? //God, why couldn’t it just be a serial killer?// “Why don’t you strip down to them, then?” “Wait - you actually expect me to do this?” “You saw the messages. Somebody really wants you in those panties.” “And I’m just supposed to give them what they want?” “If you want to know who’s behind this…yeah.” “And how on earth would they know I’ll be heading out the forest in them?” Her attention switches to the shed, and she looks around frantically. “There has to be a camera here.” No matter what corner or crevice she checks, she can’t find one. “Well, maybe it’s something to do with the watch.” Eyeing the device closer, you don’t see a sign of any lens, though it could just be well hidden. If there were one, though, “it’s not like that would give a great angle. Watches are supposed to point outwards so that you can brag to people about how rich you are.” “I’m not sure, but I think you should do as the watch says.”\ \ \ <<elseif $TPanties is 0>>“The panties they sent you - do you have them?” You shake your head. “Not on me, no.” “Hmm.” She ponders. “I have one idea.” //Here we go, it’s just going to be moronic, I know it.// “I could take off the ones I’m wearing, and you could wear them.” “Wait - you actually expect me to do this?” “You saw the messages. Somebody really wants you in those panties.” “And I’m just supposed to give them what they want?” “If you want to know who’s behind this…yeah.” “And how on earth would they know I’ll be heading out the forest in them?” Her attention switches to the shed, and she looks around frantically. “There has to be a camera here.” No matter what corner or crevice she checks, she can’t find one. “Well, maybe it’s something to do with the watch.” Eyeing the device closer, you don’t see a sign of any lens, though it could just be well hidden. If there were one, though, “it’s not like that would give a great angle. Watches are supposed to point outwards so that you can brag to people about how rich you are.” “I’m not sure, but I think you should do as the watch says. They won’t be the same color as the ones you got, but maybe it’ll be enough.”<</if>> \ \ \ \ <<if $MeganD.Day2Panties is 2 and $Clothes.Panties is 2>>[[Day 6 Megan Panties Already<-Strip, then leave]] [[Day 6 Megan Panties Leave<-Leave without undressing]] [[Day 6 Megan Panties She Strip<-Ask her to strip]] \ <<elseif $MeganD.Day2Panties is 2 and $TPanties is 0>>[[Day 6 Megan Panties Already<-Wear her panties, then leave]] [[Day 6 Megan Panties Leave<-Leave without undressing]] [[Day 6 Megan Panties She Strip<-Ask her to strip]] \ <<elseif $TPanties is 1>>[[Day 6 Megan Panties Already<-Strip, then leave]] [[Day 6 Megan Panties Leave<-Leave]] [[Day 6 Megan Panties She Strip<-Ask her to strip]] \ <<elseif $TPanties is 0>>[[Day 6 Megan Panties Already<-Wear her panties, then leave]] [[Day 6 Megan Panties Leave<-Leave]] [[Day 6 Megan Panties She Strip<-Ask her to strip]]<</if>>

<<if $Week1.Forest is 1>><<timed 0s>>//Who the hell is behind all this? And why?//<</timed>> <<timed 1.5s>>//Surely it's not $Amy. Could it be any other of my exes?//<</timed>> <<timed 3s>>//Or what about one night stands?//<</timed>> <<timed 4.5s>>//🎝I’m not scared of killers. I’m not scared of killers. I’m not scared of killers...//<</timed>> <<timed 6s>>//What was that noise? Was it a wolf?//<</timed>> <<timed 7.5s>>//🎝I’m not scared of wolves. I’m not scared of killers. I’m not scared of wolves...//<</timed>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Week1.Forest is 2>><<timed 0s>>//I should’ve known not to wear heels…//<</timed>> <<timed 1.5s>>//But I hardly get a chance to show off my non-business shoes...//<</timed>> <<timed 3.0s>>//With how dark it is, it's not like I'm showing them off now, anyway...//<</timed>> <<timed 4.5s>>//Who the hell is behind all this? And why?//<</timed>> <<timed 6.0s>>//Surely it's not $Amy. Could it be any other of my exes?//<</timed>> <<timed 7.5s>>//Or what about one night stands?//<</timed>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Week1.Forest is 3>><<timed 0s>>//I should’ve known not to wear heels…//<</timed>> <<timed 1.5s>>//But I hardly get a chance to show off my non-business shoes...//<</timed>> <<timed 3.0s>>//With how dark it is, it's not like I'm showing them off now, anyway...//<</timed>> <<timed 4.5s>>//Who the hell is behind all this? And why?//<</timed>> <<timed 6.0s>>//Surely it's not $Amy. Could it be any other of my exes?//<</timed>> <<timed 7.5s>>//Or what about one night stands?//<</timed>> <<timed 9s>>//🎝I’m not scared of killers. I’m not scared of killers. I’m not scared of killers...//<</timed>> <<timed 10.5s>>//What was that noise? Was it a wolf?//<</timed>> <<timed 12s>>//🎝I’m not scared of wolves. I’m not scared of killers. I’m not scared of wolves...//<</timed>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Week1.Forest is 4>><<timed 0s>>//Boy, a blowjob would be great right now. Hearing about $Jam ‘s ex’s sister’s tits really did something to me.//<</timed>> <<timed 1.5s>>//Then again, a blowjob out here would be a bit of a disappointment.//<</timed>> <<timed 3.0s>>//It’s not like I could see my load splashing across a girl’s face.//<</timed>> <<timed 4.5s>>//Who the hell is behind all this? And why?//<</timed>> <<timed 6.0s>>//$Henry might be malicious enough to come up with something like this, but would he direct that at me?//<</timed>> <<timed 7.5s>>//He was certainly eager to come with me, but he also wasn't subtle about it.//<</timed>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Week1.Forest is 5>><<timed 0s>>//$Bethany's voice was weirdly nice. I wish she was still talking to us.//<</timed>> <<timed 1.5s>>//Maybe I could buy a bike with a $Bethany built in.//<</timed>> <<timed 3s>>//I hope there aren't any laws about being in here this late.//<</timed>> <<timed 4.5s>>//Who the hell is behind all this? And why?//<</timed>> <<timed 6.0s>>//$Allen isn't acting strangely.//<</timed>> <<timed 7.5s>>//Then again, I've made it a point to not see him outside of work.//<</timed>>\ \ \ <<elseif $Week1.Forest is 6>><<timed 0s>>//Boy, a blowjob would be great right now. Hearing about $Jam ‘s ex’s sister’s tits really did something to me.//<</timed>> <<timed 1.5s>>//Then again, a blowjob out here would be a bit of a disappointment.//<</timed>> <<timed 3.0s>>//It’s not like I could see my load splashing across a girl’s face.//<</timed>> <<timed 4.5s>>//Who the hell is behind all this? And why?//<</timed>> <<timed 6.0s>>//$Henry ‘s talking about sex like it’s a guarantee. If that’s what awaits us, then it’ll be really suspicious. But would I rule him out if we find something else?//<</timed>> <<timed 7.5s>>//If $Henry is behind this, the joke seems to be on $Allen much more than it is on me, at least. I’d punch $Henry2 in the face if he tried pushing me into the dirt and running away.//<</timed>> <<timed 9s>>//I know there won’t be any lions or tigers here. But bears? Well, it is a big forest, so if there is a bear, it’s probably somewhere far away.//<</timed>> <<timed 10.5s>>//How well can bears smell?//<</timed>> <<timed 12s>>//I was really expecting one of them to make a joke about a large hairy gay man by now.//<</timed>><</if>> <<if $Week1.Forest is 1>><<timed 9s>>[[Day 6 Actual<-...]]<</timed>>\ <<elseif $Week1.Forest is 2>><<timed 9s>>[[Day 6 Actual<-...]]<</timed>>\ <<elseif $Week1.Forest is 3>><<timed 13.5s>>[[Day 6 Actual<-...]]<</timed>>\ <<elseif $Week1.Forest is 4>><<timed 9s>>[[Day 6 Actual<-...]]<</timed>>\ <<elseif $Week1.Forest is 5>><<timed 9s>>[[Day 6 Actual<-...]]<</timed>>\ <<elseif $Week1.Forest is 6>><<timed 13.5s>>[[Day 6 Actual<-...]]<</timed>><</if>>

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<<script>>window.toggleSidebar("open");<</script>>\ <<script>>window.startGlitchEffect(5000);<</script>>\ "I can't forgive you for this." <<timed 2s>>"I'm Miss $Dessel. It's lovely to meet you."<</timed>> <<timed 3s>>"Isn't she so nice?"<</timed>> <<timed 4s>>"It's so easy to screw with you."<</timed>> <<timed 5s>>"You...can you just tell me where you hid my bike?"<</timed>> <<timed 6s>>[[Day 6 Watch 3<-...]]<</timed>>

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<<widget "Day6Megan1">>\ <<set $MeganD.Knowledge to 3>>\ <<set $H to 23, $M to 0>>\ Despite the confusion the bizarre packages you’ve received have caused, you’re not unable to smile at the hilarity of the night. Never have you interacted with $Megan this late in the day, and never on a Saturday, either. The actions of a potential stranger, or possible friend, has driven you closer to your secretary - and her curiosity at discovering who exactly it is, eclipses your own. Entering your car and pulling away, you head off towards $Megan ‘s address that she sent you after “convincing” you to bring her along. <hr> \ “Hi, Mr $Car.” $Megan greets, entering the passenger side of the vehicle from the curb. “Good evening, $Megan.” The conversation begins drily. Despite her affable personality, even $Megan struggles to broach the topic of if you’re excited or nervous. It’s only after foolishly commenting on the niceness of the currently non existent weather that she brings up the night’s focal point. “I was doing some research, and I think we should reconsider the possibility that it’s an angry ex, because I was talking to $Laura about it, and she agreed that an ex is the only plausible person it could be.” “You told your girlfriend about this?” “Something similar happened to her a couple of years ago, actually.” “She got panties from a complete stranger?” “Well, not quite. It was a bouquet of roses from this girl who had a crush on her. Actually, she was more like a stalker, but she sent them to $Laura’s office, and there was a big confusion about if it was a prank or if someone actually liked her. $Laura thought it was her ex, but that wasn’t quite the case.” “Who was it?” “Her ex’s new partner. Apparently she’d told them about how good in bed $Laura was, and so she imagined her to be like some Greek Goddess.” “And how did your girlfriend find that out?” “On the third bouquet of roses, she wrote her phone number.” “That must have made things easier.” You sigh, shaking your head. Did $Megan actually expect this anecdote to make you feel better? “Hey, maybe we’ll get lucky and find who’s behind this tonight, and we won’t need a third package!” “I’d be angry if I got dragged out here for nothing.” [[Day 6 Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 2]]\ <</widget>> <<widget "Day6Megan2">>\ <<set $H to 23, $M to 30>>\ The roughly 20 minute journey breezes by, though you’re still left wishing there was a way to go faster. $Megan is insistent that it must be an ex, which makes you reconsider $Amy multiple times. Each time, the theory seems more plausible than the last. Your car gives an audible warning once your car is at the designated coordinates, and you come to a stop near an entry point to the forest, which, at this hour, feels more like a jungle filled with vicious beasts. The entry point isn’t exactly clear, but there’s a visible path from the tarmac through the grass. “I knew it’d be dark, but I wasn’t expecting it to be this bad.” //Captain Obvious strikes again.// Outside of your car, the only things you can see are the cone shapes beginning at your headlights, and spreading outwards. The moon is in full effect, but that doesn’t do much to illuminate the inside of the forest. Just a dozen or so steps in, and you’d probably struggle to remember which was your car was. “Hey, what’s that!” $Megan exclaims, leaning so far forward her head moves past your own. Her eyes are locked on something in the distance, and now she’s drawn your attention to it, you think you can make something out. “Let’s take a look.” [[Day 6 Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 3]]\ <</widget>> <<widget "Day6Megan3">>\ <<set $H to 23, $M to 45>>\ 10 meters or so ahead of your parked baby, there’s a large rock with an uneven diameter of a couple of feet. Whilst you can see the rear is jagged, the side facing you and your car is smooth, almost like it was interfered with by someone. And stretching across the smooth side in white paint is a large “X”, //begging// for your attention. “That has to be for us, right?” “The coordinates led us here. It has to be.” “How precise do you think those coordinates are?” You shrug your shoulders instinctively, stumped by the question. “To within a few meters. Maybe 3, maybe 30.” “Maybe it’s just highlighting where the path into the forest begins.” “Most people come here in the daytime, though, when the path will be obvious.” “What’s that?” $Megan leans over to pick something up from the base of the rock. Overlooked by you, $Megan ‘s found a small piece of paper neatly folded up. In an almost natural sign of deference, she offers it to you. “Follow the trail for a quarter of a mile.” “Come alone.” [[Day 6 Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 4]]\ <</widget>> <<widget "Day6Megan4">>\ <<set $Day3 to 7, $Day to $Day + 1, $H to 0, $M to 20>>\ “Okay, someone is //definitely// trying to kill you. All the nonsense with the panties and the cards is just to distract you before the knife slips in…” $Megan looks to you for comfort, but finds none. “Who am I kidding? A knife? That’s so cliche. We’re not in New York, were in the middle of a forest. It’ll probably be an axe, or may-.” “Come alone…” You repeat, still inspecting the most recent note. “There’s no way someone could have known we were coming together.” “Unless there was.” Looking at your cohort, you immediately become hesitant. $Megan might be stupid, but is stupid enough to not realize your low opinion of her? That all the times you made a joke at her expense, you actually meant what you said, and were desperate to say much, much more? Matt was cruel to her, too. And with him gone, and $Megan having a fondness for Miss $Dessel, maybe your assistant has decided she wants payback for the way you treated her. If that were true, though, wouldn’t she prefer you actually come alone? And also if it were true, she’d be doing an impressively good job acting scared right now - a skill you hadn’t remotely considered her to have. “The note on Thursday didn’t say come alone.” “Well, I hardly think we should turn back now.” $Megan comments, her fear from a moment ago bizarrely vanished. “But there’s no way you can go in there by yourself.” “I’m not sure.” If the scheme does involve her, you wouldn’t want to do whatever it is she wants you to do. So if $Megan wants to go in together, you should probably enter alone. Unless, that’s what she wants you to think. “I’m telling you, Mr $Car. Going in there alone is a bad idea. I don’t see how it could end well.” $Megan is clearly uncomfortable with staying put whilst you face the risk, but it’s not like it’s her choice. On the other hand, her repeated theories about murderers aren’t encouraging. [[Day 6 Actual<-Go together][$VarEvent to 5]] [[Day 6 Actual<-Go alone][$VarEvent to 3, $Var to 1]]\ <</widget>> <<widget "Day6Megan5">>\ “Let’s go together.” $Megan immediately cheers up, exhaling, and stepping into line behind you as you step into the forest. “In case it needed to be said: please stay alert. I wouldn’t want to be picked off only for you to not realize.” Thankfully, being ahead allows you to roll your eyes freely without her noticing. “Of course, $Megan.” “And if I do get picked off, remember: I could still be alive. Don’t go running away just because I’m not behind you. I’d need your help!” [[Day 6 Walking<-...][$VarEvent to 6]]\ <</widget>>

This is the end of current content. Thank you for playing! You can use the Walkthrough section to access the alternate approaches to day 6. Click \ <<link "here">> <<replace "#convo1">>The PC will receive more "gifts" and tasks, and will work with the cast of $Megan, $Allen, Miss $Dessel and $Henry to find out who they are. Kinks that are planned to be included are: -Sissification (voluntary/involuntary) -Chastity -BDSM -Domination/Submission Optional kinks: -Feet/shoes -Nylon -Cuckolding -Watersports It's also planned that the PC can dominate other characters, including sissifying the male ones. <</replace>> <</link>> \ for details on what the direction of the game will be. I'd also love to hear your feedback on the game, particularly on its tone, ideas for content, the visual effects, use of background images.

[[Mall<-Go to the mall]] <<if $Day == $AllenD.Week1 and $Day == $HenryD.Week1 and $Day lte 6>>[[Week 1 Bar Actual<-Meet]] $Henry and $Allen \ <<elseif $Day == $HenryD.Week1 and $Day lte 6>>[[Week 1 Bar Actual<-Meet]] $Henry \ <<elseif $Day == $AllenD.Week1 and $Day lte 6>>[[Week 1 Bar Actual<-Meet]] $Allen <</if>>\ \ \ <<if $Day is 6 and $H gte 20 and $Week1.Forest gte 0>>[[Day 6 Actual<-Go to Hedersby Woods]] <</if>>\ <<if $Day is 13 and $H gte 20 and $Week1.Strip is 8 and visited("2-6 Forest Allen") is 0 and visited("Week 2 Praise Allen") is 1>>[[2-6 Forest Allen<-Go to the forest]] with $Allen <</if>>\ <<if $Day is 13 and $H gte 20 and $Week1.Strip is 7>>[[2-6 Forest Boys<-Go to the forest]] with $Henry and $Allen <</if>>\ <<if $Day is 13 and $H gte 20 and $Week1.Strip is 10>>[[2-6 Forest Henry<-Go to the forest]] with $Henry <</if>>\ <<if $Day is 14>>[[EOC<-End of content]] <</if>>\

<<widget "Week1AloneReturnMegan">>\ <<if $Week1.Strip isnot 6>>"Woah!" $Megan exhales in something between a laugh and a gasp. "You're wearing the panties? What exactly happened in there?" You don't answer at first, and busy yourself equipping something more proper. Then, you enter the driver's seat, accompanied by $Megan beside you, before pulling away. Only after that do you feel like expounding the bitter details.\ <<else>>"You're back!" She exclaims, somewhat excited and also surprised. "I get the feeling you didn't like what you found." You don't reply at first. Instead, you get in the driver's seat, accompanied by $Megan beside you, before pulling away. Only after that you do dive into the perverted details, including the close call of being captured in the panties.<</if>> "There was a cabin in there." "Was there anyone inside?" You shake your head. "The light was on when I got there, but inside was only this." Briefly taking your hand off the steering wheel, you show off the new accessory adorned on your wrist. "A watch?" "A //digital// watch." You amend, cringing at the word. "And that was it?" <<if $Week1.Strip isnot 6>>\ "It (the watch) turned on, and told me to go back to my car wearing just the panties." "And you did?" She asks, dumbfounded. It's hard not to be perplexed by your decision, too. "I do want to learn more about who's behind this, remember." "It must have been cold. I was shivering wearing actual clothes." "The cold isn't the important part," you yell. "It was what happened after I left the cabin." "And what was that?" "This massive spotlight turned on - it must have been at least 10 feet across, and I was right in the center. Then I heard something else, like a clicking." You exhale, pained at having to recall all this. "It was a camera." "So now whoever's behind this has pictures of you wearing the panties?" "Yep." "That's...not good." //No shit.// In just the walk back, you thought of several different ways your life could be turned upside down with those images.\ <<else>>\ "It (the watch) turned on, and told me to go back to my car wearing just the panties." "And you didn't, I guess." "No. I didn't. But as I was leaving, this massive spotlight turned on - it must have been at least 10 feet across, and I was right in the center. Then I heard something else, like a clicking." You exhale, pained at having to recall all this. "It was a camera." "So whoever's behind this wanted pictures of you...in just the panties?" "Yep." "That's...not good." //No shit.// In just the walk back, you thought of several different ways your life could be turned upside down with those images. Thankfully, you didn't do as they asked, but that doesn't mean all is well. Since you didn't follow through on their request, how on earth are you supposed to know what they'll do next? Are they annoyed? Upset? Angry? What's the expected course of action for such an "admirer"?<</if>> You continue driving, the tranquil darkness and cool breeze coming in through your rolled down window not doing nearly enough to improve your mood. "I guess there is one good thing that came out of this." "And what's that?" You baulk, expecting very little from the mouth, and therefore brain, of your secretary. "If they went to all that trouble, they must be serious." <hr> \ After another 15 minutes of driving, you drop $Megan off outside her building. "So...I'll see you on Monday?" She yawns, feeling the late hours catching up to her. Monday. Unless your “Secret Admirer’s” appetite for fun has been satiated, Monday is going to be a //very// interesting day.\ <</widget>>\ \ \ <<widget "Week1AloneReturnDessel">>\ <<if $Week1.Strip isnot 6>>"You're, um...you're wearing the panties?" You don't answer at first, and busy yourself equipping something more proper. Then, you enter the passenger's seat, accompanied by Miss $Dessel in the driver's, before she pulls away. Only after that do you feel like expounding the bitter details.\ <<else>>"There you are," she observes. "I was beginning to think I'd have to look for you." You don't reply at first. Instead, you get in the passenger's seat, accompanied by Miss $Dessel in the driver's, before she pulls away. Only after that you do dive into the perverted details, including the close call of being captured in the panties.<</if>> "There was a cabin in there." "A cabin? Right, I think I remember seeing something like that when I looked up the coordinates before. What was there?" "There was only this." Briefly taking your hand off the steering wheel, you show off the new accessory adorned on your wrist. "A watch?" "A //digital// watch." You amend, cringing at the word. "Nothing else?" <<if $Week1.Strip isnot 6>>\ "It (the watch) turned on, and told me to go back to my car wearing just the panties." "I see. That explains why you were wearing them. Still, I can't say I thought you'd be willing to do that." "I figured it was the best way to learn more about whoever's behind this." You reason. "Of course." "Then, as I was leaving the cabin," you can see in the rear view mirror that she's keenly listening to every word. "This massive spotlight turned on - it must have been at least 10 feet across, and I was right in the center. Then I heard something else, like a clicking." You exhale, pained at having to recall all this. "It was a camera." "So now there's pictures, or videos, of you wearing panties?" She murmurs quietly, clearly contemplating the implications. "Yep." In just the walk back, you thought of several different ways your life could be turned upside down with those images.\ <<else>>\ "It (the watch) turned on, and told me to go back to my car wearing just the panties." "I assume you didn't listen to it." "No. I didn't. But as I was leaving, this massive spotlight turned on - it must have been at least 10 feet across, and I was right in the center. Then I heard something else, like a clicking." You exhale, pained at having to recall all this. "It was a camera." "So they, whoever they are, wanted pictures of you wearing the panties." "Yep." In just the walk back, you thought of several different ways your life could be turned upside down with those images. Thankfully, you didn't do as they asked, but that doesn't mean all is well. Since you didn't follow through on their request, how on earth are you supposed to know what they'll do next? Are they annoyed? Upset? Angry? What's the expected course of action for such an "admirer"?<</if>> Miss $Dessel continues driving, the tranquil darkness and cool breeze coming in through your rolled down window not doing nearly enough to improve your mood. "At least you know this isn't some juvenile prank, now. A couple deliveries is one thing, but finding the cabin, getting a watch and camera - that's not just fooling around." "Yeah, I suppose you're right." <hr> \ After another 15 minutes of driving, Miss $Dessel pulls up outside your building. "I'll see you on Monday?" Monday. Unless your “Secret Admirer’s” appetite for fun has been satiated, Monday is going to be a //very// interesting day.\ <</widget>>\ \ \ <<widget "Week1AloneReturnMeganDessel">>\ <<if $Week1.Strip isnot 6>>"Woah!" $Megan exhales in something between a laugh and a gasp. "You're, um...you're wearing the panties?" You don't answer at first, and busy yourself equipping something more proper. Then, you enter the passenger's seat, accompanied by Miss $Dessel in the driver's and $Megan in the rear, before she pulls away. Only after that do you feel like expounding the bitter details.\ <<else>>"You're back!" $Megan exclaims, somewhat excited and also surprised. "I get the feeling you didn't like what you found." You don't reply at first. Instead, you get in the passenger's seat, accompanied by Miss $Dessel in the driver's and $Megan in the rear, before pulling away. Only after that you do dive into the perverted details, including the close call of being captured in the panties.<</if>> "There was a cabin in there." "A cabin? Right, I think I remember seeing something like that when I looked up the coordinates before." "Was there anyone inside?" You shake your head. "The light was on when I got there, but there was only this." Briefly taking your hand off the steering wheel, you show off the new accessory adorned on your wrist. "A watch?" "A //digital// watch." You amend, cringing at the word. "Nothing else?" <<if $Week1.Strip isnot 6>>\ "It (the watch) turned on, and told me to go back to my car wearing just the panties." "And you did?" She asks, dumbfounded. It's hard not to be perplexed by your decision, too. "That explains why you were wearing them. Still, I can't say I thought you'd be willing to do that." "I do want to learn more about who's behind this, remember." "It must have been cold. I was shivering wearing actual clothes." "The cold isn't the important part," you yell. "It was what happened after I left the cabin." "And what was that?" "As I was leaving the cabin," you can see in the rear view mirror that both your boss and secretary are keenly listening to every word. "This massive spotlight turned on - it must have been at least 10 feet across, and I was right in the center. Then I heard something else, like a clicking." You exhale, pained at having to recall all this. "It was a camera." "So now there's pictures, or videos, of you wearing panties?" Miss $Dessel murmurs quietly, clearly contemplating the implications. "Yep." "That's...not good." //No shit.// In just the walk back, you thought of several different ways your life could be turned upside down with those images.\ <<else>>\ "It (the watch) turned on, and told me to go back to my car wearing just the panties." "And you didn't, I guess." "No. I didn't. But as I was leaving, this massive spotlight turned on - it must have been at least 10 feet across, and I was right in the center. Then I heard something else, like a clicking." You exhale, pained at having to recall all this. "It was a camera." "So they, whoever they are, wanted pictures of you wearing the panties." "Yep." In just the walk back, you thought of several different ways your life could be turned upside down with those images. Thankfully, you didn't do as they asked, but that doesn't mean all is well. Since you didn't follow through on their request, how on earth are you supposed to know what they'll do next? Are they annoyed? Upset? Angry? What's the expected course of action for such an "admirer"?<</if>> Miss $Dessel continues driving, the tranquil darkness and cool breeze coming in through your rolled down window not doing nearly enough to improve your mood. "At least you know this isn't some juvenile prank, now. A couple deliveries is one thing, but finding the cabin, getting a watch and camera - that's not just fooling around." "Yeah, and I'd guess that they have more plans yet to come." <hr> \ After another 15 minutes of driving, Miss $Dessel pulls up outside your building. "I'll see you on Monday?" Monday. Unless your “Secret Admirer’s” appetite for fun has been satiated, Monday is going to be a //very// interesting day.\ <</widget>>\ \ \ <<widget "Week1AloneReturnHenry">>\ <<if $Week1.Strip isnot 6>>"There you-what the hell are you wearing?" "$Jam?" "You're wearing panties?" He bursts out laughing so loudly a couple of nearby bushes rustle in response. "Panties?" "You?" "Is there a clit in there?" "Fuck off." You don't elaborate at first, and busy yourself equipping something more proper. Not only are you uncomfortable having so much of your skin exposed, but it might do something to shut $Henry up. Not as much as you'd like, though. Then, you enter the driver's seat, accompanied by your chuckling friend beside you, before pulling away. His laughter is even more infuriating in the enclosed space of your car.\ <<else>>"About time." He exhales. "What happened in there?" You don't answer at first. Instead, you get in the driver's seat, accompanied by $Henry beside you, before pulling away. Only after that you do dive into the perverted details, including the close call of being captured in the panties.<</if>> "There was a cabin in there." "Adds up." He shrugs. "And what was in there? Sexy women?" You shake your head. "The light was on when I got there, but inside was only this." Briefly taking your hand off the steering wheel, you show off the new accessory adorned on your wrist. "Eww." "It's hideous, isn't it?" "Christ, I've seen prettier things in charity adverts. But there was nothing else?" <<if $Week1.Strip isnot 6>>\ "It (the watch) turned on, and told me to go back to my car wearing just the panties." "So it wasn't just you deciding to become a crossdresser." "No." You curse, giving him a horrendous side eye. "It wasn't." "Still, I would have said no. Most men would have, I think." "I do want to learn more about who's behind this, remember." "Right. Sure." "Then, as I was leaving the cabin," you can see in the rear view mirror that he's keenly listening to every word. "This massive spotlight turned on - it must have been at least 10 feet across, and I was right in the center. Then I heard something else, like a clicking." You exhale, pained at having to recall all this. "It was a camera." "So now the sexy lady behind all this has pictures of you in just panties?" $Henry asks stupidly, or perhaps still wanting to mock you. "Yep." "Life might just get very interesting for you." That much is hard to disagree with. In just the walk back, you thought of several different ways your life could be turned upside down with those images.\ <<else>>\ "It (the watch) turned on, and told me to go back to my car wearing just the panties." "Ohw," he moans. "Why didn't you?" "Because I didn't want to turn you on." "$Jam, you couldn't turn on a nympho." "Will you shut up and let me tell the rest of what happened? As I was leaving, this massive spotlight turned on - it must have been at least 10 feet across, and I was right in the center. Then I heard something else, like a clicking." You exhale, pained at having to recall all this. "It was a camera." "So the sexy lady behind all this wanted a picture of you...in just the panties?" He scoffs in wonderment. "That's an interesting kink." "Yep." "It's probably a good thing you didn't." //No shit.// In just the walk back, you thought of several different ways your life could be turned upside down with those images. Thankfully, you didn't do as they asked, but that doesn't mean all is well. Since you didn't follow through on their request, how on earth are you supposed to know what they'll do next? Are they annoyed? Upset? Angry? What's the expected course of action for such an "admirer"?<</if>> You continue driving, the tranquil darkness and cool breeze coming in through your rolled down window not doing nearly enough to improve your mood. "At least we know one more thing about your stalker." "And what's that?" You reply dismissively, expecting little more than a taunt worded slightly different. "If they went to all that trouble, they must be serious." <hr> \ After another 15 minutes of driving, you drop $Henry off outside his building. "Now you've got me all curious. Tell me if she sends you any socks next week, will you?"\ \ <</widget>>\ <<widget "Week1AloneReturnAllen">>\ <<if $Week1.Strip isnot 6>>"$Jam, you're...back?" He stutters with all the grace of a drunken rhino performing surgery. You don't elaborate at first, and busy yourself equipping something more proper. Then, you enter the driver's seat, accompanied by $Allen beside you, before pulling away. His laughter is even more infuriating in the enclosed space of your car.\ <<else>>"$Jam - I was beginning to get worried. What happened in there?" You don't answer at first. Instead, you get in the driver's seat, accompanied by $Allen beside you, before pulling away. Only after that you do dive into the perverted details, including the close call of being captured in the panties.<</if>> "There was a cabin in there." "A cabin? How do you know that's where they wanted you to go?" You shake your head. "There's no way it wasn't. Look." You take your hand off the steering wheel to draw attention to the attached wrist, and the watch looped around it. "This was there." "A watch? That's all?" "A //digital// watch." You cringe at the word. \ <<if $Week1.Strip isnot 6>>\ "It (the watch) turned on, and told me to go back to my car wearing just the panties." "I see." His voice is quieter now, like he's spending more time considering what he's hearing than coming up with a response. It's understandable - you doing something so feminine and humiliating is like character assassination. "I figured doing what they asked is the best way to learn more about them. Then, as I was leaving the cabin," you can see in the rear view mirror that he's keenly listening to every word. "This massive spotlight turned on - it must have been at least 10 feet across, and I was right in the center. Then I heard something else, like a clicking." You exhale, pained at having to recall all this. "It was a camera." "A camera? That's...not good." //Has he always had this penchant for understatement?// "Yep." "And you have no idea what they're going to do with those pictures they took?" "Not a clue."\ <<else>>\ "It (the watch) turned on, and told me to go back to my car wearing just the panties." "And you didn't, I'm guessing." "No, and it's a good job I didn't." "Huh? How come?" "As I was leaving, this massive spotlight turned on - it must have been at least 10 feet across, and I was right in the center. Then I heard something else, like a clicking." You exhale, pained at having to recall all this. "It was a camera." "So they wanted pictures of you...in the panties." "It would sure seem that way." "Good thing you didn't, then." //No shit.// In just the walk back, you thought of several different ways your life could be turned upside down with those images. Thankfully, you didn't do as they asked, but that doesn't mean all is well. Since you didn't follow through on their request, how on earth are you supposed to know what they'll do next? Are they annoyed? Upset? Angry? What's the expected course of action for such an "admirer"?<</if>> You continue driving, the tranquil darkness and cool breeze coming in through your rolled down window not doing nearly enough to improve your mood. "Still, I suppose there is one thing you can say you've learned about whoever's behind this." "And what's that?" You reply dismissively, expecting $Allen's streak of unhelpful remarks to continue. "If they went to all that trouble, they must be serious." <hr> \ After another 15 minutes of driving, you pull up outside $Allen's building. "I'll see you on Monday?" Monday. Unless your “Secret Admirer’s” appetite for fun has been satiated, Monday is going to be a //very// interesting day.\ \ <</widget>>\ <<widget "Week1AloneReturnHenryAllen">>\ <<if $Week1.Strip isnot 6>>"There you-what the hell are you wearing?" "$Jam?" "You're wearing panties?" He bursts out laughing so loudly a couple of nearby bushes rustle in response. $Allen, beside him, seems more concerned than humored. "Panties?" "You?" "Is there a clit in there?" "Fuck off." You don't elaborate at first, and busy yourself equipping something more proper. Not only are you uncomfortable having so much of your skin exposed, but it might do something to shut $Henry up. Not as much as you'd like, though. Then, you enter the driver's seat, accompanied by your chuckling friend beside you and $Allen in the rear, before pulling away. His laughter is even more infuriating in the enclosed space of your car.\ <<else>>"About time." He exhales. "What happened in there?" You don't answer at first. Instead, you get in the driver's seat, accompanied by $Henry beside you and $Allen in the rear, before pulling away. Only after that you do dive into the perverted details, including the close call of being captured in the panties.<</if>> "There was a cabin in there." "Adds up." He shrugs. "A cabin? How do you know that's where they wanted you to go?" You shake your head. "There's no way it wasn't. Look." You take your hand off the steering wheel to draw attention to the attached wrist, and the watch looped around it. "This was there." Briefly taking your hand off the steering wheel, you show off the new accessory adorned on your wrist. "Eww." "It's hideous, isn't it?" "I don't get it. What's wrong with it?" In unison, you and $Henry swivel your head to the back, eyeing $Allen. "It's a digital watch." The look on his face makes it abundantly clear that isn't helping. "So?" "Digital watches are just-" "-Ugly." "Cheap." "Distasteful." "Okay, sure." He agrees, obviously unconvinced. "So what happened after that?" <<if $Week1.Strip isnot 6>>\ "It (the watch) turned on, and told me to go back to my car wearing just the panties." "So it wasn't just you deciding to become a crossdresser." "No." You curse, giving him a horrendous side eye. "It wasn't." "Still, I would have said no. Most men would have, I think. Well, based on the people in this car, maybe less than I thought would." "I do want to learn more about who's behind this, remember." "Right. Sure." "Then, as I was leaving the cabin," you can see in the rear view mirror that he's keenly listening to every word. "This massive spotlight turned on - it must have been at least 10 feet across, and I was right in the center. Then I heard something else, like a clicking." You exhale, pained at having to recall all this. "It was a camera." "So whoever's behind this has pictures of you wearing just the panties?" "Yep." "Life might just get very interesting for you." That much is hard to disagree with. In just the walk back, you thought of several different ways your life could be turned upside down with those images.\ <<else>>\ "It (the watch) turned on, and told me to go back to my car wearing just the panties." "Ohw," he moans. "Why didn't you?" "Because I didn't want to turn you on." "$Jam, you couldn't turn on a nympho." "Will you shut up and let me tell the rest of what happened? As I was leaving, this massive spotlight turned on - it must have been at least 10 feet across, and I was right in the center. Then I heard something else, like a clicking." You exhale, pained at having to recall all this. "It was a camera." "So they wanted pictures of you...in the panties." "It would sure seem that way." "It's probably a good thing you didn't." //No shit.// In just the walk back, you thought of several different ways your life could be turned upside down with those images. Thankfully, you didn't do as they asked, but that doesn't mean all is well. Since you didn't follow through on their request, how on earth are you supposed to know what they'll do next? Are they annoyed? Upset? Angry? What's the expected course of action for such an "admirer"?<</if>> You continue driving, the tranquil darkness and cool breeze coming in through your rolled down window not doing nearly enough to improve your mood. "Still, I suppose there is one thing you can say you've learned about whoever's behind this." "And what's that?" You reply dismissively, expecting $Allen's streak of unhelpful remarks to continue. "If they went to all that trouble, they must be serious." <hr> \ After another 15 minutes of driving, you drop $Allen off outside his building. "Thanks for the ride. I'll see you on Monday." Following that, you've still got to drop off the buffoon beside you. "How do you pick 'em?" "Huh? What the hell are you talking about?" "We've been eyeing different gals in bars, because I've never had a woman be into me like this before." "Hooray for me." You snide, pulling outside his building. "Now you've got me all curious. Tell me if she sends you any socks next week, will you?"\ \ <</widget>>\

[[Mall<-Return]] <<if $DesselD.Week1Ask is 1>>[[Buy flowers]] <</if>>\ <<if $Week2.Mouthwash is 1>>[[Buy mouthwash]] <</if>>\

<<if $Week2.Mouthwash is 6>><<set $Week2.Mouthwash to 7>><</if>>\ <<set $VarEvent to 0>>\ [img[Images/Bedroom.jpg]] <hr>\ \ <<if $H gt 12>>[[Sleep<-Sleep]] <</if>>\ <<if $H lte 12 and $H gte 8 and $Day3 gte 6>>[[Home<-Take a nap][$H to 20, $M to 0]] <</if>>\ <<if $Day is 7 and $H lt 7>>[[Sleep<-Sleep]] <</if>>\ Underwear: <<include [[Closet]]>> \ <<if $Day3 gte 1 and $Day3 lte 5 and $H lte 8>><<include [[Work Links]]>> <</if>>\ <<if $H gte 16>><<include [[Extra Links]]>> <</if>>\

<<widget "Minutes">><<set $M to $M + random(1, 5)>><</widget>>\ <<widget "G">><</widget>>\ \ <<widget "OpenDoor">><<set $Ran1 to random(1, 2)>>\ <<set $Ran2 to random(1, 3)>>\ <<if $Ran1 is 1>>Closing\ <<elseif $Ran1 is 2>>Shutting<</if>> the \ <<if $Ran2 is 1>>slick\ <<elseif $Ran2 is 2>>effortlessly light\ <<elseif $Ran2 is 3>>impossibly quiet<</if>>\ door of your Lessad F-series, you begin the drive to work.<</widget>>

<<if $Day gt 2>><hr> <<JournalDay2>> <</if>>\ <<if $Day gt 1>><hr> <<JournalDay1>> <</if>>\

<<widget "JournalDay1">>\ Day 1, Monday. I met Miss $Dessel. <</widget>> <<widget "JournalDay2">>\ \ Day 2, Tuesday. I got a pair of panties from "My Secret Admirer". <</widget>>

[[Mall<-Return]] <<if $WornPanties is 1>>When entering a lingerie boutique like this, you should be eyeing a gift for a partner. Right now, you've got no partner to gift the lingerie, and given your willingness to wear panties, you're more likely to get yourself something, for whatever reason.<</if>> <<if $Panties[1] is 1 and $Clothes.Panties isnot 1 and $Day lte 7 and $Week1.AskPanties is 0>>[[Ask about panties<-Ask about the pink panties]] <</if>>\ <hr>

<div style="text-align: center;"> [img[Images/Menu with text.png]] Your Secret Admirer is an erotic game about sissification and domination. You play as a power hungry corporate climber - the type to idolize Patrick Bateman. Guided by a constant desire to have more, your life gets derailed when your fiance catches you cheating and you get passed up on for a promotion. Worsening matters is a mysterious figure sending you anonymous "gifts". While trying to figure out just who they are, you'll have to contend with their increasingly demanding requests. In line with the PC's megalomaniacal desires and social disregard, the game features misogynistic dialogue that some people may not enjoy. This is a very early build (0.1.4) of the game, featuring 146k words. [[Set Names<-Begin]] <hr> \ Click <a href="https://allmylinks.com/jazolt" target="_blank">here</a> to find more games I've made. If you enjoy the game, please consider supporting its development on <a href="https://www.patreon.com/c/Jazolt" target="_blank">Patreon</a> or <a href="https://subscribestar.adult/jazolt" target="_blank">SubscribeStar</a>. You can join our Discord server <a href="https://discord.gg/VPMXhQYV96" target="_blank">here</a>. </div>

[[Home<-Return]] [img[Images/Mall.jpg]] [[General store]] [[Lingerie store]]

[[Messages Henry<-Check messages]] - $Henry

<<return>> <<if $Henry.Week1 gt 0>><hr> Day 2<</if>> <<if $Henry.Week1 gte 1>>[img[Images/Messages/Week1 Henry 1a.png]]<</if>> <<if $Henry.Week1 is 2>>[img[Images/Messages/Week1 Henry 1b.png]]\ <<elseif $Henry.Week1 gte 1 and $Henry.Week1 lte 7>>[img[Images/Messages/Week1 Henry 1c.png]]\ <<elseif $Henry.Week1 is 8>>[img[Images/Messages/Week1 Henry 1d.png]]\ <<elseif $Henry.Week1 is 9>>[img[Images/Messages/Week1 Henry 1e.png]]<</if>>

<<if $M gte 60>> <<set $M -= 60, $H += 1>> <</if>> <<if $Clothes.Panties gt 0>><<set $TPanties to 1>><<else>><<set $TPanties to 0>><</if>>\ \ <<set $OwnPanties to 0>>\ <<if $Panties[1] is 1>><<set $OwnPanties += 1>>\ <<elseif $Panties[2] is 1>><<set $OwnPanties += 1>>\ <<elseif $Panties[3] is 1>><<set $OwnPanties += 1>><</if>>

PC's name : <<textbox "$Jam" $Jam>> <<textbox "$Car" $Car>> Your secratary's name (woman): <<textbox "$Megan" $Megan>> Your new boss' name (woman): <<textbox "$Dessel1" $Dessel1>> <<textbox "$Dessel" $Dessel>> Your boss' secratary's name (man): <<textbox "$Allen" $Allen>> Your friend's name (man): <<textbox "$Henry" $Henry>> Your ex's name (woman): <<textbox "$Amy" $Amy>> [[Day 1 Actual<-Start]] [[Skip<-Skip ahead]]

Skipping to week 2: Who you agreed to go the forest with: <<radiobutton "$Week1.Forest" 0>> Alone <<radiobutton "$Week1.Forest" 1>> $Megan <<radiobutton "$Week1.Forest" 2>> Miss $Dessel <<radiobutton "$Week1.Forest" 3>> $Megan and Miss $Dessel <<radiobutton "$Week1.Forest" 4>> $Henry <<radiobutton "$Week1.Forest" 5>> $Allen <<radiobutton "$Week1.Forest" 6>> $Henry and $Allen [[Skip 2<-Continue]]

Outcome of going to the forest: <<radiobutton "$Week1.Strip" 1>> Wore the pink panties <<radiobutton "$Week1.Strip" 2>> Wore $Megan's white panties \ <<if $Week1.Forest isnot 1 and $Week1.Forest isnot 3>>==\ Wore $Megan's yellow panties $Megan stripped to her panties $Megan stripped to her panties and bra \ ==\ <<elseif $Week1.Forest is 1 or $Week1.Forest is 3>>\ <<radiobutton "$Week1.Strip" 3>> Wore $Megan's yellow panties <<radiobutton "$Week1.Strip" 4>> $Megan stripped to her panties <<radiobutton "$Week1.Strip" 5>> $Megan stripped to her panties and bra \ <</if>> \ <<radiobutton "$Week1.Strip" 6>> Left without anyone stripping \ <<if $Week1.Forest isnot 6>>\ ==$Allen wore the panties (with $Henry)==\ <<elseif $Week1.Forest is 6>>\ <<radiobutton "$Week1.Strip" 7>> $Allen wore the panties (with $Henry) <</if>> \ <<if $Week1.Forest isnot 5>>==\ Persuaded $Allen to wear the panties nicely (alone) Persuaded $Allen to wear the panties cruelly (alone)==\ <<elseif $Week1.Forest is 5>>\ <<radiobutton "$Week1.Strip" 8>> Persuaded $Allen to wear the panties nicely (alone) <<radiobutton "$Week1.Strip" 9>> Persuaded $Allen to wear the panties cruelly (alone) \ <</if>> \ <<if $Week1.Forest isnot 4 and $Week1.Forest isnot 6>>==\ $Henry wore the panties==\ <<elseif $Week1.Forest is 4 or $Week1.Forest is 6>>\ <<radiobutton "$Week1.Strip" 10>> $Henry wore the panties \<</if>> [[Home<-Begin][$Day3 to 1, $Day to 8, $H to 8, $Panties[1] to 1]]

<<set $Day += 1>>\ <<set $Day3 += 1>>\ <<if $Day3 is 8>><<set $Day3 to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $Day3 gte 6>>\ <<set $H to random(6, 9)>>\ <<set $M to random(0, 59)>>\ <<else>>\ <<set $H to random(1, 5)>>\ <<set $M to random(0, 59)>>\ <</if>>\ \ \ <hr> \ <<if $Day is 12 and $Week2.Test is 0>>[[2-5 Rental Car 1<-Zzzzz]]\ <<else>>[[Home<-Zzzzz][$H to 8, $M to 0]]<</if>>

Day $Day, \ <<if $Day3 is 1>>Monday\ <<elseif $Day3 is 2>>Tuesday\ <<elseif $Day3 is 3>>Wednesday\ <<elseif $Day3 is 4>>Thursday\ <<elseif $Day3 is 5>>Friday\ <<elseif $Day3 is 6>>Saturday\ <<elseif $Day3 is 7>>Sunday<</if>> <<if $H lt 10>>0<</if>>$H : <<if $M lt 10>>0<</if>>$M Outfit: <<if $Clothes.Top is -1>>Perfezione suit \ <<elseif $Clothes.Top is 21>>Miss $Dessel's sweatshirt and pants \ <<elseif $Clothes.Top is 22>>Laura's t-shirt and shorts \ <<elseif $Clothes.Top is 23>>$Henry's shorts and tank top \ <<elseif $Clothes.Top is 24>>Dressing gown \ <<elseif $Clothes.Top is 25>>Pink t-shirt and sweatpants <</if>>\ \ <<if $Clothes.Shoes is -1>>Benissimo leather shoes <</if>>\ Underwear: <<if $Clothes.Panties is -1>>Barsely black boxers\ <<elseif $Clothes.Panties is 1>>Mysterious pink panties\ <<elseif $Clothes.Panties is 2>>$Megan's White panties\ <<elseif $Clothes.Panties is 3>>$Megan's Yellow panties<</if>> <a href="https://www.patreon.com/Jazolt?redirect=true" target="_blank">Patreon</a> <a href="https://subscribestar.adult/jazolt" target="_blank">SubscribeStar</a>

Your Secret Admirer

Characters <<set $Jam to "James">><<set $Car to "Carter">>\ <<set $Week1 to { }>>\ <<set $Week1.AskPanties to 0, $Week1.SeenMessage to 0, $Week1.Forest to 0, $Week1.Strip to 0>>\ \ <<set $Week2 to { }>>\ <<set $Week2.Test to 0, $Week2.Car to 0, $Week2.Amber to 0, $Week2.Fall to 0, $Week2.Bathroom to 0, $Week2.Email to 0, $Week2.Mouthwash to 0>>\ <<set $Week2.AllenConvoThank to 0, $Week2.DesselConvoSexApology to 0>>\ \ <<set $Henry to "Henry", $Henry2 to "Dickbag">>\ <<set $HenryD to { }>>\ <<set $HenryD.Week1 to 0, $HenryD.Knowlege to 0>>\ \ <<set $Bethany to "Bethany">>\ <<set $Kylie to "Kylie">>\ <<set $KylieD to { }>>\ <<set $KylieD.Week1 to 0>>\ <<set $Janet to "Janet">>\ \ <<set $Dessel to "Dessel", $Dessel1 to "Claire">>\ <<set $DesselD to { }>>\ \ <<set $DesselD.R to 0, $DesselD.WaitOffice to 0, $DesselD.CarKnow to 0, $DesselD.Week1Ogle to 0, $DesselD.Week1Ask to 0, $DesselD.Knowledge to 0>>\ \ <<set $Megan to "Megan">>\ <<set $MeganD to { }>>\ \ <<set $MeganD.Day2Panties to 0, $MeganD.Knowledge to 0>>\ \ <<set $Allen to "Allen">>\ <<set $AllenD to { }>>\ <<set $AllenD.Renewed to 0, $AllenD.Break to 0>>\ \ <<set $AllenD.Week1 to 0, $AllenD.Knowledge to 0>>\ \ <<set $Amy to "Amy">><<set $Amy2 to "Trashbag">>\ <<set $AmyD to { }>>\ <<set $AmyD.Week1 to 0>> <<set $Kelly to "Kelly">>\ <<set $Laura to "Laura">>\ <<set $Clothes to {}>> <<set $Clothes.Panties to -1>>\ <<set $Clothes.Top to -1>>\ <<set $Clothes.Shoes to -1>>\ <<set $TPanties to 0>>\ <<set $Panties to [0, 0, 0, 0]>>\ <<set $OwnPanties to 0>>\ Other <<set $H to 0, $M to 0>>\ <<set $Day to 0, $Day3 to 0>>\ <<set $Var to 0, $VarEvent to 0>>\ <<set $Ran1 to 0, $Ran2 to 0, $Ran3 to 0>>\ <<set $FFeet to 0, $FNylon to 0>>\

[[Walkthrough]] [[Change log]]

<<timed 0.1s>><<script>>window.showSubliminalMessage("Attention");<</script>><</timed>>\ \ \ \ \ \ <<if $Week1.Strip lte 3>>\ <<timed 2s>>"Good boy, doing just as you're told."<</timed>> <<timed 3s>>"Keep being obedient, and you'll be rewarded."<</timed>> <<timed 4s>>"And if you're not."<</timed>> <<timed 5s>>"You'll be punished."<</timed>> <<timed 6s>>"And you REALLY don't want to be punished."<</timed>> <<timed 7s>>[[2-1 Ending<-...]]<</timed>>\ <<elseif $Week1.Strip lte 5>>\ <<timed 2s>>“Were my requests not clear?”<</timed>> <<timed 3s>>“You were supposed to wear those panties.”<</timed>> <<timed 4s>>“Not $Megan.”<</timed>> <<timed 5s>>“But you will do as I ask.”<</timed>> <<timed 6s>>“And now.”<</timed>> <<timed 7s>>“$Megan’s going to help me.”<</timed>> <<timed 8s>>[[2-1 Ending<-...]]<</timed>>\ <<elseif $Week1.Strip lte 9>>\ <<timed 2s>>“Were my requests not clear?”<</timed>> <<timed 3s>>“You were supposed to wear those panties.”<</timed>> <<timed 4s>>“Not $Allen.”<</timed>> <<timed 5s>>“But you will do as I ask.”<</timed>> <<timed 6s>>“And now.”<</timed>> <<timed 7s>>“$Allen’s going to help me.”<</timed>> <<timed 8s>>[[2-1 Ending<-...]]<</timed>>\ <<elseif $Week1.Strip is 10>>\ <<timed 2s>>“Were my requests not clear?”<</timed>> <<timed 3s>>“You were supposed to wear those panties.”<</timed>> <<timed 4s>>“Not $Henry.”<</timed>> <<timed 5s>>“But you will do as I ask.”<</timed>> <<timed 6s>>“And now.”<</timed>> <<timed 7s>>“$Henry’s going to help me.”<</timed>> <<timed 8s>>[[2-1 Ending<-...]]<</timed>>\ <</if>>\

<<widget "Week1Leave">>\ <<if $Day is 2>>[[Day 2 Actual<-Leave][$VarEvent to 20]]\ <<elseif $Day is 3>>[[Day 3 Actual<-Leave][$VarEvent to 6, $Var to 0]]\ <<elseif $Day is 4>>[[Day 4 Actual<-Leave][$VarEvent to 26]]\ <<elseif $Day is 5>>[[Day 5 End<-Leave]]<</if>>\ <</widget>>

Week1.Strip 1 - Stripped to proper panties 2 - Wore Megan’s white panties 3 - Wore Megan’s yellow panties 4 - Megan stripped to just panties 5 - Megan stripped to bra and panties 6 - Just left in normal clothing 7 - Allen wore panties (with Henry) 8 - Nice to Allen (alone) 9 - Mean to Allen (alone) 10 - Henry wore the panties Week1.Forest 1 - Megan 2 - Miss Dessel 3 - Girls 4 - Henry 5 - Allen 6 - Boys Week2.Bathroom 1 - Megan 2 - Assisted by Dessel 5 - Allen 7 - Took picture alone 8 - Refused

Version 0.1.4 <<return>> Day 6/Saturday: There are 8 different ways to approach the forest event on day 6, and the first 6 require triggers to be activated beforehand. You will be able to accept help(going to the forest with them) from 4 characters, and 2 combinations of them. Once accepting help from them, you cannot accept help from anyone else. __Option 1: $Megan __ To go to the forest with $Megan, you will need to invite $Megan into your office on day 2 when you first receive a pair of panties. Then, on day 4 when you receive the invitation, open the package with her. If Miss $Dessel is in your office already, open the package with $Megan later. <<if $MeganD.Knowledge gte 1>>-Invited $Megan into your office on day 2.\ <<else>>-Invited $Megan into your office on day 2.<</if>> <<if visited("Day 4 Package Megan Stay 2")>>-Opened the package on day 4 with $Megan.\ <<else>>-Opened the package on day 4 with $Megan.<</if>> __Option 2: Miss $Dessel __ To go to the forest with Miss $Dessel, you will need to have completed one of 2 “tasks” from Miss $Dessel. -Visit Miss $Dessel’s car. This is done by talking to Kelly on day 2, then complimenting Miss $Dessel’s car when talking to her at the end of the day. After that, she will offer to let you see it at the end of another day. Follow through with that offer. Or -Buy Miss $Dessel flowers. This is done by approaching Miss $Dessel at the end of the day, and then asking if she needs anything. Then, go to the mall and purchase flowers for her. After that, give her the flowers at the end of the day. Then, on day 4 when you receive the invitation, open the package when Miss $Dessel is in your office. Note that this means the car or flower task must be completed before day 4. Further, if you invited $Megan into your office on day 2 after receiving the panties, you will need to dismiss $Megan, and then open the invitation with Miss $Dessel. <<if $DesselD.CarKnow is 3 or $DesselD.Week1Ask is 3>>-Visit Miss $Dessel’s car or buy her flowers.\ <<else>>-Visit Miss $Dessel’s car or buy her flowers.<</if>> <<if visited("Day 4 Dessel Alone")>>-Open the invitation with Miss $Dessel.\ <<else>>-Open the invitation with Miss $Dessel.<</if>> __Option 3: $Megan and Miss $Dessel __ To go to the forest with both $Megan and Miss $Dessel, you will need to complete both criteria of the characters. Then open the invitation with both of them on day 4. <<if $MeganD.Knowledge gte 1>>-Complete $Megan’s criteria.\ <<else>>-Complete $Megan’s criteria.<</if>> <<if $DesselD.CarKnow is 3 or $DesselD.Week1Ask is 3>>-Complete Miss $Dessel’s criteria.\ <<else>>-Complete Miss $Dessel’s criteria.<</if>> <<if visited("Day 4 Dessel Megan 3")>>-Open the invitation with $Megan and Miss $Dessel.\ <<else>>-Open the invitation with $Megan and Miss $Dessel.<</if>> __Option 4: $Henry __ To go to the forest with $Henry, ask him to get a drink with you on Thursday, Friday or Saturday, when he invites you via text on day 2. When you’re there, bring up the packages. You musn’t have invited $Allen out on the same day. <<if visited("Week 1 Henry Day 4/5")>>-Get a drink with $Henry on Thursday/Friday/Saturday and bring up the packages.\ <<else>>-Get a drink with $Henry on Thursday/Friday/Saturday and bring up the packages.<</if>> __Option 5: $Allen __ To go to the forest with $Allen, invite him out after talking to him at the end of a day. When there, mention the packages. <<if visited("Week 1 Allen Bar Packages")>>-Get a drink with $Allen on Friday/Saturday and bring up the packages.\ <<else>>-Get a drink with $Allen on Friday/Saturday and bring up the packages.<</if>> __Option 6: $Henry and $Allen __ To go to the forest with $Henry and $Allen, invite $Henry and $Allen out on the same day (see above). When there, bring up the packages. <<if visited("Week 1 Boys 4/5/6")>>-Get a drink with $Henry and $Allen on Friday/Saturday and bring up the packages.\ <<else>>-Get a drink with $Henry and $Allen on Friday/Saturday and bring up the packages.<</if>> Option 7 and 8 involve going alone, or not going at all, and require no preparation.

<<if $Day == $HenryD.Week1 and $Day == $AllenD.Week1>><<set $Var to 1>>\ <<elseif $Day == $HenryD.Week1>><<set $Var to 2>>\ <<elseif $Day == $AllenD.Week1>><<set $Var to 3>><</if>>\ <<if $VarEvent is 0>><<set $VarEvent to 1>><</if>> \ <<if $Var is 1>>\ <<if $VarEvent is 1>><<Week1BarBoys1>> <<elseif $VarEvent is 2>><<Week1BarBoys2>> <<elseif $VarEvent is 3>><<Week1BarBoys3>> <<elseif $VarEvent is 4>><<Week1BarBoys4>> <<elseif $VarEvent is 5>><<Week1BarBoys5>> <</if>>\ <<elseif $Var is 2>>\ <<if $VarEvent is 1>><<Week1BarHenry1>> <<elseif $VarEvent is 2>><<Week1BarHenry2>> <<elseif $VarEvent is 3>><<Week1BarHenry3>> <<elseif $VarEvent is 4>><<Week1BarHenry4>> <<elseif $VarEvent is 5>><<Week1BarHenry5>> <<elseif $VarEvent is 6>><<Week1BarHenry6>> <<elseif $VarEvent is 7>><<Week1BarHenry7>> <<elseif $VarEvent is 8>><<Week1BarHenry8>> <<elseif $VarEvent is 9>><<Week1BarHenry9>> <</if>>\ \ <<elseif $Var is 3>>\ <<if $VarEvent is 1>><<Week1BarAllen1>> <<elseif $VarEvent is 2>><<Week1BarAllen2>> <<elseif $VarEvent is 3>><<Week1BarAllen3>> <<elseif $VarEvent is 4>><<Week1BarAllen4>> <<elseif $VarEvent is 5>><<Week1BarAllen5>> <<elseif $VarEvent is 6>><<Week1BarAllen6>> <</if>>\ <</if>>\

<<widget "Week1BarAllen1">>\ <<set $AllenD.Week1 to 10>>\ [img[Images/Bar.jpg]] Entering the Donkey Punch, you immediately spot $Allen. Though you’re both a little too polished for a place like this, you make it work by being casual about your surroundings; $Allen doesn’t. He’s currently at the bar, hoping one of members of the understaffed crew will come to take his order. Unless he yells for them to come over, he’ll be waiting a long time. “$Allen,” you march over, patting him on the back in an attempt to make him jump. “Oh, $Jam!” The man recovers, looking dramatically over his shoulder at you. “For a moment I thought I might have dreamed you said “Donkey Punch”.” “Two beers,” you shout to the only woman working the bar, who’s currently busy chatting to a trio of particularly hench men sporting biker jackets. It’s clear from how they’re looking at her that they all want a piece of her, and would probably be willing to share, too, if it meant they could get some. To make it clearer to the woman, you make a V shape with your index and middle fingers. “Oh, I don’t drink beer.” $Allen hastens to add, waving his hands. “Assuming the second was for me.” “You don’t drink beer?” //Of course he doesn’t. Does he not eat steak, either?// Come to think of it, this bit of information isn’t new. Once, you and Matt jokingly invited him to have a can with you. He took it as a genuine offer, and murmured that he didn’t drink beer. //We’ve got some juice around here somewhere,// Matt had teased, but $Allen began insisting he had work to do. “What do you normally have instead?” “Cider, or wine if they have it.” “Wine?” You shake your head. “They don’t.” “A cider it is, then.” The waitress finally introduces herself to you. “Two beers, sweetie?” You internally vomit at her choice of words. Not just because “sweetie”, said by someone you wouldn’t even touch the panties of with a stick, is vile, but because she clearly couldn’t understand the V shape you made with your hands. //Was it not obvious?// Of course it was. “Just the one for him.” $Allen nods to you. “And a cider for me.” “Cider? We don’t stock those anymore.” “Oh,” he cries, surprised. “And no wine?” The woman looks stone faced at him. “Take a guess.” “Just have a coke.” The bartender goes about getting the drinks, and quickly amends a “diet” onto his order. [[Week 1 Bar Actual<-...][$VarEvent += 1]] <</widget>> <<widget "Week1BarAllen2">>\ You take a seat at table, $Allen faithfully following you. “It’s been a busy week, huh?” It has, though not nearly in the way that it usually is. “You can say that again.” “If this first week is anything to go off, Miss $Dessel’s going to be a great person to work with. Have you had a chance to speak to her much?” “Yeah, yeah; she’s wonderful.” You blow off the question. “All hail Miss $Dessel.” “I was talking to Vanessa,” he continues, clearly not picking up on your obvious disinterest. “Do you know her?” You shake your head. “She’s a secretary a couple floors above us. Apparently, Miss $Dessel’s made the right first impressions up there, too.” “That’s great for her.” <<if $DesselD.WaitOffice is 2>>“Are you not a fan of her? She mentioned that you were upset she waited in your office for you.” “I wasn’t //upset//.” You cringe at the word, and again at the idea that you could feel it. “I told her it wasn’t proper. If she did that to anyone upstairs, there’d be hell to pay.” “Really?” He asks, his voice a little higher out of skepticism. “Well, it’s a good job it was just your office, then.” You squeeze your glass so hard that it could be break. “Yes, //just// my office.”\ <<else>>“Vanessa also said a couple of your reports were a bit behind.” “Oh, right.” //I guess being slow on work is catching up to me.// “$Megan got some things mixed up.” “Really? That’s unlike her; she must have worked overtime as an apology. I can imagine how terrible she felt.” “Matt’s departure threw her for a loop.”<</if>> “I think even Kelly is a fan of Miss $Dessel.” “That’s hardly impressive.” “I suppose not. She really does seem to have it all, though, doesn’t she?” “How so?” In other words, //what does she have that I don’t?// Apart from tits, of course. “Smart, experienced…beautiful, too.” “I suppose so. It’s a good job her office is behind you, not in front of you, huh?” You laugh, wanting to shake off the dark cloud that is recalling your stolen promotion. “You’d be staring at her all day.” “Hardly.” The man blushes. “All that experience,” he breaks off, unsure of how to express his feelings. “It’s a bit…intimidating.” “Her resume is hardly more impressive than mine.” You baulk defensively. “Maybe it’s not her experience. Everything about her just seems so put together, almost perfect.” “So what you’re saying is she’s so sexy that you’re scared?” It’s hard to deny that she has a well cultivated image, but what $Allen is neglecting (or omitting) is that everyone high up in your industry does. You do, and Matt does, or did. Perhaps Miss $Dessel stands out to $Allen since she’s a woman where there aren’t a lot of them. Perhaps it’s also because he’s working directly for her. “Miss $Dessel? She’s not really my type.” “Far too many women have your eye, anyway.” It’s a joke that’s primarily for your own sake, though $Allen doesn’t seem to mind. “Something like that.” There’s a pause as you both appreciate your beverages. “What about you? I heard you had some…misfortune with your girlfriend.” “Fiance.” “Oh, I’m sorry. //Fiance.//” “Well, ex fiance.” “Oh.” It’s a funny story to tell to someone “moral”, like $Allen. To see his face upon learning how you shagged $Amy’s sister would be glorious, as would his following verbal fumbles of trying to justify what you did in an attempt to not seem like he’s judging you. Of course, all this talk of sexy women has your mind back on the matter of the mysterious panties. Given that $Allen is a constant character in your life, with plausible motives in playing with you after all the times you and Matt teased him, you can’t rule out that he’s behind it. Bringing it up might give you a chance to get more information. [[Week 1 Bar Actual<-Mention the packages][$VarEvent to 4]] [[Week 1 Bar Actual<-Talking about your fiance][$VarEvent to 3]] <</widget>> <<widget "Week1BarAllen3">>\ “We were at one of her aunt’s anniversary, or birthday…something like that. And I was in a bad mood anyway, because some asshole on the way there got really close to scratching my F-Series, and then $Amy wouldn’t stop nagging about how I don’t take her to visit my family.” $Allen mutely nods along, unsure if he should be asking questions, or positing judgements this early, be they good or bad. “So we’re at this party, it’s small deal at the aunt’s house, but the place is crowded, and there was this stupid kid, I don’t know how old he was - maybe 6 or 7. And he kept running around the big dining table, waving this model airplane like he made it himself. He’s not being quiet either. The entire time he’s making this obnoxious “neeeoooo-wwwnnn” sound. And every so often a relative would get him to shut up with a slice of cake, or taking a picture, that type of thing. But then it’d start right back up again, like an alarm being constantly snoozed.” “I got a bit of reprieve when he finally tripped over on a handbag that was left out, and his plane went flying right beneath my foot as I happened to be walking past, if you know what I mean.” You chuckle slightly, remembering the instant look of misery that overwhelmed the kid. “But then half an hour later, another 2 more kids arrive, and the trio are just feeding off each other in the worst way. Now, the entire time this is happening, I’m begging $Amy to let me go. Not just begging, but trying to find excuses, too. I made two separate trips to the convenience store for both beer //and// candles - and I’m the reason the candles went missing in the first place.” “So after a several hours of being tortured, and $Amy more interested in her aunt’s 30th, or whatever, there’s about a dozen or so people left. Her grandmother and uncle with the 2 extra kids both needed a lift home, and it was eventually decided that me and $Amy would do it, even though I offered to pay for a taxi.” “I insisted, politely, on taking the grandmother, since she’s a fossil anyway, and was liable to fall asleep during the ride. And even if she didn’t, and she thought I was being rude by turning the radio up to tune her out, she’d forget about it within the next hour.” “Eventually I get back to the aunt’s house, and it’s just $Kylie there, $Amy’s sister. Apparently, $Amy had took the uncle and 2 kids home already, and was now helping her father get home. Somehow he’d lost his car.” “So I’m about to head home alone when I get talking to $Kylie. She’s not particularly bright or anything, but she’s got a great set of tits, and the dress she was wearing did //nothing// to hide them. One thing led to another, and we ended up fucking on the aunt’s couch.” “You…you and your fiance’s sister?” “They might be half-sisters, actually.” “Oh.” “So what do you think? Was that fair grounds for stopping our wedding?” “I…” $Allen looks frozen, his mouth slightly open, as if he just heard something preposterous. //If he’d have only seen $Kylie’s tits in that dress.// “Well…weddings are…stressful. I guess you just went a little…crazy.” [[Week 1 Bar Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 5]] <</widget>> <<widget "Week1BarAllen4">>\ <<set $AllenD.Knowledge to 1>>\ “Nevermind women. My mind’s been far more focussed these packages I’ve been getting at the office.” $Allen, who’s currently in the middle of drinking his diet coke, eyes you. “Packages? Like what?” “Well, there’s been two, and they’re both different.” He remains silent, seemingly curious as to where this is going. If this is a genuine reaction on his part, it’s nice to know that you’re own intrigue is shared by someone, even if it’s not someone you respect. “The first was a pair of panties.” “Panties? From who?” “That’s the thing - I don’t know. They came with a note saying “from your secret admirer”, whoever the hell that is.” “Seriously?” From curiosity to disbelief. It’s understandable that he thinks you might be teasing him, like you and Matt did countless times. On this occasion, you’re not. In fact, you find yourself in his frequent position of being toyed with by someone with more power than you. “That’s…weird. And you really don’t know who it could be from?” You shrug. “I’ve got suspicions, but they’re just that.” “I see. And what about the second package?” “That came on Thursday.” “Another pair of panties?” “No, just a note - a particularly fancy one, at that.” “What did it say?” <<if $Day is 5>>“There were coordinates for Hedersby Woods, plus a time. Tomorrow at 11pm.” “Huh. Nothing else?” “Nope.”\ <<elseif $Day is 6>>“There were coordinates for Hedersby Woods, plus a time. Tonight at 11pm.” “Huh. Nothing else?” “Nope.”<</if>> “Are you…are you going to go?” “It’s certainly tempting. Do you think I should?” He thinks about it for a moment. “I wouldn’t.” //Interesting.// “Why not?” “A forest? At night?” $Allen shakes his head firmly. “No thank you. That’s practically permission to be attacked and robbed, for me, at least. You, on the other hand,” he eyes your muscles, bulging through your clothes. “I’m sure you can handle yourself.” Though you don’t lack confidence in your physical abilities, it’s a pleasant reminder, given how distracted you’ve been lately. If someone were trying to ambush you, they’d have to be roided-up levels of hench. That, or be prepared with tools and weapons… “That’s true.” <<if $Week1.Forest is 0 and $Day is 5>>And on the off chance that they are, having an easier target for your “admirer” to pick on would be beneficial. $Allen would likely take an invitation to go with you as a sign of a potentially good relationship with you, and wouldn’t want to decline. [[Week 1 Bar Actual<-Invite him to come][$VarEvent to 5, $Week1.Forest to 5]] [[Week 1 Bar Actual<-Move on][$VarEvent to 5]]\ <<elseif $Week1.Forest is 0 and $Day is 6>>And on the off chance that they are, having an easier target for your “admirer” to pick on would be beneficial. $Allen would likely take an invitation to go with you as a sign of a potentially good relationship with you, and wouldn’t want to decline. [[Week 1 Bar Actual<-Invite him to come][$VarEvent to 6, $Week1.Forest to 5]] [[Week 1 Bar Actual<-Move on][$VarEvent to 5]]\ <<elseif $Week1.Forest gt 0>>Had you not already signed someone up to come with you, it might worth considering inviting $Allen along. He at least understands his subservience to you, and if there is someone looking to ambush you, they might be more drawn to attacking him first. [[Week 1 Bar Actual<-Move on][$VarEvent to 5]]<</if>> <</widget>> <<widget "Week1BarAllen5">>\ <<if $Week1.Forest is 5>>"You should come with me." "Come with-" he cuts his words off, clearly surprised at the offer. "You want me to go with you?" "Sure. You're a smart man; having another mind working on this should make it easier." If you're going go to invite him, you might as well flatter him a bit, too. "I, uh...okay!" He nods in confirmation. “Do you think there’ll something I can lock my bike to there?” “I’ll pick you up.” “Oh. Alright.” Not particularly that you care about him being exhausted, or being more comfortable, but it allows you a chance to talk more about your secret admirer, and anything $Allen may know about it. <</if>>\ You place down your empty bottle after taking a final swig. “Let’s call it a night.” It’s not exactly that you hate talking with $Allen. In many ways, he’s preferable to $Henry. $Allen never tries to one up your conquests, or mock you. Instead, he goes too far in the opposite direction, offering little more than kind platitudes which seem ripped from birthday cards. Ultimately, chatting with him is more like talking with yourself - which isn’t unwelcome, but you can also do that without being seen with such a loser of a man. <<if $Week1Forest is 5>>“So I’ll see you tomorrow?” “It’s going to be late. Have a coffee before you leave.” “Maybe I’ll ask $Megan to make me one.” You reflexively roll your eyes. //Is his entire personality based off his role in the office?//\ <<else>>“So I’ll see you on Monday?” “If neither of us get fired.” “Fir-did someone say something? Is the company making some cuts?” You shake your head. “No. Nobody’s getting fired.” //Though I sure wish they were.//<</if>> [[Home<-Return home][$VarEvent to 0, $Var to 0]] <</widget>> <<widget "Week1BarAllen6">>\ "You should come with me." "Come with-" he cuts his words off, clearly surprised at the offer. "You want me to go with you?" "Sure. You're a smart man; having another mind working on this should make it easier." If you're going go to invite him, you might as well flatter him a bit, too. "I, uh...okay!" He nods in confirmation. You take a final swig of your drink. "Shall we?" <<link "...">> <<replace "#convo1">>\ <hr> \ $Allen buckles up the passenger side seatbelt before you pull out, $Bethany's GPS directing you towards Hedersby Woods. "You know, I think I have an idea for who could be behind this." “Oh?” You murmur with the same enthusiasm you show him whenever he approaches you in the office - none. “And what’s that?” “Matt.” “Our old boss?” “You know how he loved his…pranks.” It’s only now that you realize that $Allen attributes the blame for all the jokes at his expense towards Matt, even though you were obviously a part of them. Presumably, it’s because Matt was your superior. Frustration grows inside you that you’re not getting the credit you deserve. “He sure did.” “What if this was one final one?” You consider the idea, and don’t immediately dismiss it. $Allen does have a point - unlike $Henry, Matt had the patience for a prank that was a little more thought-out. However, to do it in the manner “your secret admirer” is doing it, is something you don’t suspect Matt would think of. It’s not impossible, but he’s not your top contender. Off the top of your head, you can’t even recall any specific instance where you referenced panties together, which could be the origin of such a joke. Nor can you think of any time he mentioned Hedersby Woods. “Maybe.” [[Day 6 Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 2, $Var to 0]]<</replace>> <</link>> <</widget>>

<<widget "Week1BarBoys1">>\ <<set $AllenD.Week1 to 10>>\ <<set $HenryD.Week1 to 10>>\ [img[Images/Bar.jpg]] Sat in the darkest corner he could presumably find, $Allen ‘s slim frame practically melts into the seat he’s in. He’s tugging at the collar of his shirt in an agitated manner, and his eyebrows raise up in relief once he sees you enter the bar. On a different side of the bar, there’s $Henry, your friend, who gives you a wide wave. Though the two men have met before, their interactions were brief, and long enough ago that it’s not a surprise they aren’t sat close to each other. Of course, the fact that $Allen tends to keep his head parallel to the ground doesn’t help. Turning away from your friend, and instead towards the nervous cockroach of a man you’re still unsure why you invited out, you beckon him over. “Hello, Mr $Car.” $Allen politely remarks. “Taint Licker, over here!” $Henry wailing voice interrupts, and you can hear his footsteps approaching. “How have you been? Who’s your friend?” “$Henry - don’t you remember $Allen?” “Hey, baby co-$Allen ! Long time, eh? Come on, let’s sit down.” You follow $Henry towards the two glasses he’s already got at his table, one of which he slides towards you, not offering any explanation or apology to $Allen, who you can see looks panicked. Clearly, he wasn’t expecting to have to not make a fool of himself around this many people. “So, $Jam. Tell me more about you and $Amy breaking up.” “What’s to say? She caught me fucking her sister.” $Allen, startled, glances towards you, unsure if you’re being serious. “Her sister? Damn.” $Henry pauses, as if wondering if he should applaud your bravery and skill, or if this time you went too far. “Was it…vanilla sex, at least?” $Allen puts in. “Well, we were just about done with the whole thing. I’d pulled out and had just blown a load all over her chest.” “I see.” “That’s some slut of a sister. I don’t think I’ve ever had sex with a girl for the first time and they let me cum on their chest. Face, sure. But chest?” $Henry laughs. “What about you, $Allen?” “Yeah, um…me neither.” $Henry, like a shark sensing blood, decides to prey on the perceived weakness. “So you agree with me? That cumming on a girl’s face is much more common.” “Sure.” $Allen agrees, far too eagerly to be genuine. “And when was the last time you had sex?” The blunt question causes $Allen to take a stiff gulp. “Actually, I kind of prefer having sex once I get to know someone.” $Henry scoffs, looking at you in disbelief. Of course, $Allen is omitting a well understood fact in the office: not only does he not have sex, he doesn’t have romance in his life, either. Not for a lack of trying, but for a lack of success. “And what else has been going on in your life since then, $Jam?” [[Week 1 Bar Actual<-Bring up the packages][$VarEvent to 3]] [[Week 1 Bar Actual<-Don't mention them][$VarEvent to 2]] <</widget>> <<widget "Week1BarBoys2">>\ “What’s there to say?” You shrug, omitting reference to your “secret admirer”. He, she, or they, whoever they are, have spent enough time in your thoughts lately. A drink should be relieving of stress, not adding to it, which thinking about the panties and note would do. “Well, there was that promotion you thought you were getting.” //In comes $Henry, wanting to talk about something just as irritating.// “Yes. That.” “Miss $Dessel’s job?” //“Miss $Dessel?”// $Henry laughs, getting particular joy in the use of an honorific when there’s no corporate obligation. “Do you always call her that?” “It’s just easier to stick with one name.” “And you do that too?” Your friend looks toward you, his eyebrows raised teasingly. “Call her “miss”?” “We all have bosses, $Henry. And it’s a good idea to be polite towards them.” He knows that, of course. That’s why he’s been able to climb the ladder almost as well as you have. What he’s getting at right now is that a woman stole //your// rightful job. Not only that, but you have to address her by her last name, too. “If you want to be really polite, why not go with “Mistress $Dessel”?” “Are there not a lot of women in your office?” $Allen puts in. “Plenty - they’re all secretaries.” $Henry chuckles, putting $Allen back down. “Come on. We all know you have some higher ups that are women.” “Not a lot.” //Ah yes, the “some” is better than “a lot” argument, as if the very things $Henry is complaining about no longer apply due to a smaller quantity.// “Why did $Jam not get that job, anyway?” Your buddy asks, his eyes locked on the prey of the table. “Did you not have any input?” “No.” $Allen replies impotently. “Matt did, though.” <<if visited("Day 2 Allen Matt") is 1>>“So you said before.” “He did.” The secretary repeats, his grip on the glass in his hands getting a little more tense.\ <<else>>“Good. I’d be sending him some pretty nasty messages if he didn’t.” //And that’s putting it in a way I can say in public.// “As you’d be right to.” $Henry laughs.<</if>> “It doesn’t matter now.” “Did I ever tell you about the first job I had?” “Probably.” “Well Slim-Jim over here hasn’t heard it.” $Henry turns towards the secretary properly now. Though your friend is doing it under the guise of illuminating $Allen as to his history, it’s more of a brag. A very thinly veiled brag, given how you’ve heard the tale so many times that you’ve seen minor details become exaggerated grossly. The plot has metamorphosed so many times that it’s doubtful $Henry even knows what happened any more. “When I was 17, I worked in this bar. It was illegal, because you’re not supposed to be working in a bar if you’re under 18, and the owner knew that. But he also knew that I’d be willing to work for cheaper than an actual employee. So he’d pay me under the table, and I never officially worked there.” “I thought there’d be some friction after I turned 18, and the owner might want there to be an official contract, be we settled on the same under the table money, but I got free drinks. It was a good deal, since neither of us had to deal with taxes.”** “Well, after 8 months or so of doing that, the owner got sick, and had to be stay at home, and his wife took over.” “His wife was a total moron. I mean a total nepo baby who’d never have any power were it not for who she married. And for some reason, she was keen on me. I think it was something to do with her husband not being able to give her attention, or along those lines. Eventually we hooked up.” “With a married woman? Who’s husband was ill?” “I know, right?” $Henry’s faces is illuminated as though a rainbow of joy were in front of him. \“I’m amazing at flirting. Even better than $Jam, here.” “Keep dreaming.” “Still…she was cheating.” $Allen considers dropping his fight, causing a new internal one of morality (and standing up for what you believe in) against convenience (and not wanting to upset your betters). The former seems to win. “And you helped her do that.” “This woman was desperate, $Allen; she’d get with anyone. It was best for the best that it was me! I’m an incredible lover, and she knew she could trust me because of our off the book job arrangement.” $Allen doesn’t seem convinced, but doesn’t interrupt. “A one time thing become common enough that we’d stopped caring about doing it at my place, and started doing it on the tables of the bar.” “When everyone left.” “Yes, of course when everyone left.” $Henry confirms, irritated, as though half of these details weren’t inflated or straight up false. “This had been going on for months, and the main woman who was worked the bar at night had quit. I knew the job paid well, and I though it was a given that I’d get it. After all, me and the owner were close.” $Henry chuckles, reminiscing on the details. “I told her I wanted it, and she said “maybe”. //Maybe.//” “Of course, that meant no, but she didn’t have the balls to outright say it, and a week later, this new girl started working there at the bar - with my rightful promotion and pay raise.” “What did you do?” “What do you think I did? I told the man’s husband that she’d been sleeping with me, and that I wanted to stop, but she was insistent.” “And what did he say?” $Henry grimaces a little. “Well, he was pissed at first, but I managed to direct that rage to his wife. They split up, and his brother was put in charge of the bar. Soon after that, I become the senior bartender. Apparently, the brother hated his sister-in-law, and thanked me for breaking the marriage up.” “Moral of the story: get shagging again, and things will work out.” “I’ll get right on that.” You murmur, annoyed. //Does he actually think I haven’t done things like that? There’s not a thing he can teach me about getting into a better position.// [[Week 1 Bar Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 4]] <</widget>> <<widget "Week1BarBoys3">>\ <<set $AllenD.Knowledge to 1>>\ “There was something else that happened earlier this week, too.” “Hmm? What’s that?” Currently, $Henry doesn’t seem to be paying attention to you. In fact, he’s much more interested in the rack of a girl half way across the bar. Then again, he could be deliberately acting coy to allay any suspicion you have of him. $Allen, meanwhile, is far too nervous to look elsewhere. That might be a tell on anyone else, but you’ve seen the sweat glisten off his palms just asking $Megan for a paperclip. “I got this package in the mail the other day.” “Wow, that’s real interesting, $Jam. Did it have a stamp on it, too?” “No.” You answer in mock irritation. “I wasn't expecting it, either.” “So?” He asks, finally switching his gaze back to you. “What was it? Wait - let me guess. Was it something from $Amy?” “Actually, I have no clue who it’s from. There was a note inside saying “from your secret admirer”.” “Maybe that new boss of yours has a crush on you. So what was it? Some flowers?” “If you’d stop interrupting, I could tell you this in a much more sensible manner.” You moan. “In the box, there was a pair of panties, along with the note.” “Panties?” “//Someone// has a crush on you, then. But you don’t know who it is?” You shake your head. “What makes you so sure someone has a crush on me?” “A pair of panties? Come on, $Jam. It has to be a girl in the office. Maybe a shy one who you’ve caught staring at you, but can’t summon up the courage to ask you on a date?” “I don’t think $Megan would do something like that. Do you?” $Allen looks to you. “No, and nobody else, either.” “What about $Amy ‘s sister? The one you fucked.” “She’s so stupid I doubt she can even write.” $Henry shrugs. “I have no clue, then. Hey, maybe you’ll get a package tomorrow with a thong, and the note will say “there’s an “A” in my name”.” <<if $Day is 4>>“And then, earlier today, I got another package.”\ <<else>>“And then, on Thursday, I got another package.”<</if>> “A thong?” $Henry laughs, pleased with himself. “No. This one was just a note - and no, not a single character in someone’s name.” “What did it say?” “There were coordinates. To Hedersby Woods. And a time. 11pm on Saturday.” “Don’t people just ask for numbers anymore?” “Hence why I’m skeptical to think it could be someone with a crush on me.” “So? Are you going to go?” “Do you think I should?” You double down on the attention you’re giving $Henry, inspecting his eyes, and if he starts blinking more. His chin, and if he starts scratching it. His tone, and if he sounds startled. $Allen gives the same anxious half-smile you’re used to getting from him. $Henry, perhaps realizing your gaze, simply shrugs. “I don’t know.” “You don’t know?” “If you wanna find out who’s behind this, knock yourself out. Then again, you might wanna take some kind of protection, and I don’t mean condoms. A forest at night is not my idea of romantic.” “Mine either.” Just as before, picking up any reads from the man is impossible. “I agree. It sounds dangerous. A forest like that might have some pretty scary things in it. I don’t want to begin to imagine the spiders there…” <<if $Day lte 5>>“You know, I’m not doing anything on Saturday.” Hesitating, you wonder if this is some long con to convince you to go. “Are you offering to come with me?” “Why not? Sounds like it’ll be fun. Find your crush, and maybe she’ll have a friend for me to hook up with. Hey, maybe there’ll even be something for $Allen to get in on.” “Me? I really can’t be sure I’m free on Saturday…” “Nonsense. Don’t you want to know what’s going on?” “Well sure, but over a cup of coffee works just as well. And I know there aren’t any spiders in the office. The cleaners assured me.” “Nevermind that. We might need your male secretary skills!” “In a forest?” “Come on, what are you realistically doing on Saturday? You can always jerk off on Sunday, you know?” “I…” $Allen blushes like he were just caught taking pictures up a girl’s skirt. “What do you say, $Jam. Want me and stroker boy along?” On the one hand, if this is some elaborate scheme of $Henry ‘s, why would he want $Allen to come along? Surely $Allen can’t be in on it? The man would fold under the slightest bit of pressure, like a open window blowing away a stack of papers. Then again, $Henry ‘s interest seems genuine, but you know you can’t rule him out based on just that.\ <<elseif $Day is 6>>“You know, I’m not doing anything tonight.” Hesitating, you wonder if this is some long con to convince you to go. “Are you offering to come with me?” “Why not? Sounds like it’ll be fun. Find your crush, and maybe she’ll have a friend for me to hook up with. Hey, maybe there’ll even be something for $Allen to get in on.” “Me? I don't know, 11pm is pretty late.” “Nonsense. Don’t you want to know what’s going on?” “Well sure, but over a cup of coffee works just as well. And I know there aren’t any spiders in the office. The cleaners assured me.” “Nevermind that. We mind need your male secretary skills!” “In a forest?” “Come on, you can always jerk off tomorrow, you know?” “I…” $Allen blushes like he were just caught taking pictures up a girl’s skirt. “What do you say, $Jam. Want me and stroker boy along?” On the one hand, if this is some elaborate scheme of $Henry ‘s, why would he want $Allen to come along? Surely $Allen can’t be in on it? The man would fold under the slightest bit of pressure, like a open window blowing away a stack of papers. Then again, $Henry ‘s interest seems genuine, but you know you can’t rule him out based on just that.<</if>> <<if $Week1.Forest is 0 and $Day is 6>>[[Week 1 Bar Actual<-Go with them][$VarEvent to 5, $Week1.Forest to 6]]\ <<elseif $Week1.Forest is 0 and $Day is 5>>[[Week 1 Bar Actual<-Go with them][$VarEvent to 4, $Week1.Forest to 6]]\ <<else>>You're already going with someone<</if>> [[Week 1 Bar Actual<-Decline][$VarEvent to 4]] <</widget>> <<widget "Week1BarBoys4">>\ <<if $Week1.Forest is 6>>“Excellent.” $Henry exclaims, his expression lighting up. “Yeah. I’m sure this will be fun.” $Allen adds, attempting to convince himself. "Well," $Henry finishes off the remaining portion of his drink. "I ought to get a head start on the work I planned to do tomorrow." $Allen stands up, stretching slightly. "It is getting kind of late." The duo exit together, leaving you alone. \ <<elseif visited("Week 1 Boys 4/5/6")>>\ "Maybe another time." "Another time? $Jam, this //is// the time. You think these creepy girls are still going to be into you in a week? They’ll have found someone else to play with by then. Seize the opportunity, $Jam, and do it with me. Us.” He corrects. “Maybe you’ll be lucky, and they’ll send you the panties next week.” $Henry shakes his head. “You’re boring sometimes, you know that?” With a final swig, he slams his now empty bottle down on the table. “Well, it’s not late enough for me to miss out on some sex with a stranger.” He stands up, taking a moment to check his appearance in the glass reflection of his phone. “$Allen, are you with me?” //There’s no way those two could go clubbing together. $Allen’s best chance of picking up girls is becoming a taxi driver.// “No, but I do need to get home soon.” He stands up, and the duo exit together. //Creepy girls, huh? Wouldn’t that be a nice reveal?//\ <<else>>“Well, it’s getting pretty late.” $Henry stands up, checking his appearance in the glass of his phone. “And I’ve got better things to do than spend all night in a bar with a couple of losers like you two. You’re killing my style!” “I’m the reason you have style, asshole.” “You may have an F-Series, but you couldn’t be as classy as me if you had lessons from a prince.” “It is getting kind of late.” $Allen adds, eyeing his watch. “But this was…nice.” The duo exit together, leaving you alone. //Maybe I just need to have sex with Miss $Dessel, and start up a rumor that she’s a slut.//<</if>> [[Home<-Return home][$VarEvent to 0, $Var to 0]] <</widget>> <<widget "Week1BarBoys5">>\ “Excellent.” $Henry exclaims, his expression lighting up. “Yeah. I’m sure this will be fun.” $Allen adds, attempting to convince himself. You and $Henry finish your drinks, and he slams his down with surprising gusto. “We’ll take my car.” $Henry rolls his eyes. “Whatever.” <hr> \ Your buddy is practically skipping to the passenger seat, his curiosity on full display. $Allen isn’t nearly as eager, but obediently gets into the backseats regardless. “I’m not even sure if I’ve been to Hedersby Woods before.” $Allen remarks, looking to make conversation. “You haven’t? It’s huge.” “Huge?” “Oh, yeah. Massive. Didn’t they find a man who got lost in there for 3 months a couple years back?” $Henry nudges you, encouragingly. “Something like that.” “Oh. And we don’t know exactly where we’re going?” “There were coordinates in the note. I gave them to $Bethany earlier.” “$Bethany?” “The car.” “You named your car?” “Not quite.” “Hello, $Allen.” Your AI assistant introduces itself. “Oh. Uh, hi.” “Bears, too, I believe. There was this really big one some campers ran into. Apparently it was 12 foot tall, though the rumors were never substantiated.” [[Day 6 Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 3, $Var to 0]] <</widget>>

<<widget "Week1BarHenry1">>\ <<set $HenryD.Week1 to 10>>\ [img[Images/Bar.jpg]] “There he is!” $Henry yells, his waving arm demanding you come over. “$Henry.” You chuckle, feeling thoughts of work, and everything else, drift away in the company of one of your only friends. Your near identical mindsets in life have forged an intricate bond between you two, one that may never be broken; you’re both too busy thinking about how to top each other in displays of wealth and vanity to ever consider why you’re friends in the first place. “How long has it been now?” “A month, I think.” “Jeez, and there’s so much I missed. Well, since I bought you a drink, how about you start with how you and your lady separated.” He gestures to the second glass on the table. ““Seperate” is putting it far too nicely.” “She didn’t take the break up well?” “Actually, she was the one doing the breaking up.” “Really?" He gasps, his two eyes widening in disbelief. "What ever happened to our motto? Fuck ‘em before they fuck you?” “I was a little busy at the time. And a little out of breath.” You sigh. “Out of-she caught you with another woman, didn’t she?” “Her sister.” ““Her sister?” Damn, dude, that’s some rockstar kind of shit.” He slams a proud hand across your shoulder. “Was she hotter than $Amy?” “Oh, by a landslide.” “That’s what I like to hear. I always got the impression that your former fiance was manipulating you into staying with her. Why else would you get with someone lacking such…wonderful assets.” “I don’t suppose it matters now.” It’s not like $Amy could ever forgive you, anyway. “And now you can get back to swinging meat like you were trying to repopulate the earth! Maybe we should do one of our old competitions. You know, who can pull the most in a week?” He suggests, reminiscing on the mutually fond memory. “I still don’t see how you shagged 8 separate chicks in one week.” “And I wasn’t even doing anything on the Sunday.” “What about that new boss of yours? Is Matt’s replacement as laid back as he was?” “I’m not sure about laid back, but she has much nicer tits that he did.” “//She//?” $Henry shudders. “Oh, $Jam, I’m sorry. Let me guess, she’s trying to be all nice to you?” “It’s hard to say yet. Miss $Dessel ‘s only been there since Monday.” “//Miss// $Dessel? Does she make you call her that?” Your friend smirks, prodding you with a teasing elbow. “No, but I don’t exactly want to go pissing off my new boss, do I?” “Matt was pretty annoyed when you got a G-Series.” “Maybe that’s why he decided to leave.” “So what’s this //Miss// $Dessel like?” <<link "She’s hot">> <<replace "#convo1">>“She’s hot.” “How hot we talking?” “Hotter than $Megan.” “Damn.” He considers the notion. “That’s pretty hot.” [[Week 1 Bar Actual<-...][$VarEvent += 1]]<</replace>> <</link>> \ <<link "She’s lovely">> <<replace "#convo1">>“Actually, she’s really nice.” “Aw, jeez. She’s rubbing off on you, too.” “She is! Would you rather I lie?” “This is the woman who stole your job, remember?” “Yeah, yeah. I know.” [[Week 1 Bar Actual<-...][$VarEvent += 1]]<</replace>> <</link>> \ <<link "She’s a bitch">> <<replace "#convo1">>“She’s a bitch.” “Clearly she’s gotten under your skin. Whatever you do, don’t tell her that.” “The woman took my job. How am I supposed to feel?” “There’ll always be another shot for a promotion.” “Let’s hope it comes soon.” [[Week 1 Bar Actual<-...][$VarEvent += 1]]<</replace>> <</link>> <</widget>> <<widget "Week1BarHenry2">>\ <<set $H += 1>>\ <<if $Day is 2>>There’s a lull in the conversation, and you consider bring up the package you received earlier today. After all, there’s a chance $Henry is behind it in the first place, and he might let slip a giggle which would reveal his role in it. And if he can maintain his composure, he might inadvertently say something he shouldn’t which would give you information by another means.\ <<elseif $Day is 3>>There’s a lull in the conversation, and you consider bring up the package you received yesterday. After all, there’s a chance $Henry is behind it in the first place, and he might let slip a giggle which would reveal his role in it. And if he can maintain his composure, he might inadvertently say something he shouldn’t which would give you information by another means.\ <<elseif $Day lte 5>>There’s a lull in the conversation, and you consider bring up the packages you’ve received this week. After all, there’s a chance $Henry is behind it in the first place, and he might let slip a giggle which would reveal his role in it. And if he can maintain his composure, he might inadvertently say something he shouldn’t which would give you information by another means.\ There’s a lull in the conversation, and you consider bring up the package you received earlier today. After all, there’s a chance $Henry is behind it in the first place, and he might let slip a giggle which would reveal his role in it. And if he can maintain his composure, he might inadvertently say something he shouldn’t which would give you information by another means.\ <<elseif $Day is 6>>There’s a lull in the conversation, and you consider bring up the packages you’ve received this week. After all, there’s a chance $Henry is behind it in the first place, and he might let slip a giggle which would reveal his role in it. And if he can maintain his composure, he might inadvertently say something he shouldn’t which would give you information by another means.\ <<else>>There’s a lull in the conversation, and you consider bring up the package you received earlier today. After all, there’s a chance $Henry is behind it in the first place, and he might let slip a giggle which would reveal his role in it. And if he can maintain his composure, he might inadvertently say something he shouldn’t which would give you information by another means, especially given how the note invited you out later today.<</if>> <<if $Day lte 3>>[[Week 1 Bar Actual<-Bring up the panties][$VarEvent to 3]]\ <<elseif $Day lte 5>>[[Week 1 Bar Actual<-Bring up the packages][$VarEvent to 4]]\ <<elseif $Day is 6>>[[Week 1 Bar Actual<-Bring up the packages][$VarEvent to 6]]<</if>> [[Week 1 Bar Actual<-Talk about something else][$VarEvent to 8]] <</widget>> <<widget "Week1BarHenry3">>\ <<set $H += 1>>\ “There was something else that happened earlier this week, too.” “Hmm? What’s that?” Currently, the man doesn’t seem to be paying attention to you. In fact, he’s much more interested in the rack of a girl half way across the bar. Then again, he could be deliberately acting coy to allay any suspicion you have of him. “I got this package in the mail the other day.” “Wow, that’s real interesting, $Jam. Did it have a stamp on it, too?” “No.” You answer in mock irritation. “I wasn't expecting it, either.” “So?” He asks, finally switching his gaze back to you. “What was it? Wait - let me guess. Was it something from $Amy?” “Actually, I have no clue who it’s from. There was a note inside saying “from your secret admirer”.” “Maybe Miss $Dessel has a crush on you. So what was it? Some flowers?” “If you’d stop interrupting, I could tell you this in a much more sensible manner.” You moan. “In the box, there was a pair of panties, along with the note.” “//Someone// has a crush on you, then. But you don’t know who it is?” You shake your head. “What makes you so sure someone has a crush on me?” “A pair of panties? Come on, $Jam. It has to be a girl in the office. Maybe a shy one who you’ve caught staring at you, but can’t summon up the courage to ask you on a date?” “No one on my floor fits the criteria.” “What about $Amy ‘s sister? The one you fucked.” “She’s so stupid I doubt she can even write.” $Henry shrugs. “I have no clue, then. Hey, maybe you’ll get a package tomorrow with a thong, and the note will say “there’s an “A” in my name”.” “I can’t wait.” You sigh. Annoyingly, if $Henry is behind this, he’s played it off remarkably well, meaning you’re back to square one of playing Guess Who. [[Week 1 Bar Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 9]] <</widget>> <<widget "Week1BarHenry4">>\ <<set $H += 1>>\ <<set $HenryD.Knowlege to 2>>\ “There was something else that happened earlier this week, too.” “Hmm? What’s that?” Currently, the man doesn’t seem to be paying attention to you. In fact, he’s much more interested in the rack of a girl half way across the bar. Then again, he could be deliberately acting coy to allay any suspicion you have of him. “I got this package in the mail the other day.” “Wow, that’s real interesting, $Jam. Did it have a stamp on it, too?” “No.” You answer in mock irritation. “I wasn't expecting it, either.” “So?” He asks, finally switching his gaze back to you. “What was it? Wait - let me guess. Was it something from $Amy?” “Actually, I have no clue who it’s from. There was a note inside saying “from your secret admirer”.” “Maybe Miss $Dessel has a crush on you. So what was it? Some flowers?” “If you’d stop interrupting, I could tell you this in a much more sensible manner.” You moan. “In the box, there was a pair of panties, along with the note.” “//Someone// has a crush on you, then. But you don’t know who it is?” You shake your head. “What makes you so sure someone has a crush on me?” “A pair of panties? Come on, $Jam. It has to be a girl in the office. Maybe a shy one who you’ve caught staring at you, but can’t summon up the courage to ask you on a date?” “No one on my floor fits the criteria.” “What about $Amy ‘s sister? The one you fucked.” “She’s so stupid I doubt she can even write.” $Henry shrugs. “I have no clue, then. Hey, maybe you’ll get a package tomorrow with a thong, and the note will say “there’s an “A” in my name”.” <<if $Day is 4>>“And then, earlier today, I got another package.”\ <<else>>“And then, on Thursday, I got another package.”<</if>> “A thong?” $Henry laughs, pleased with himself. “No. This one was just a note - and no, not a single character in someone’s name.” “So what did it say?” “There were coordinates. To Hedersby Woods. And a time. 11pm on Saturday.” “Don’t people just ask for numbers anymore?” “Hence why I’m skeptical to think it could be someone with a crush on me.” “So? Are you going to go?” “Do you think I should?” You double down on the attention you’re giving him, inspecting his eyes, and if he starts blinking more. His chin, and if he starts scratching it. His tone, and if he sounds startled. $Henry, perhaps realizing your gaze, simply shrugs. “I don’t know.” “You don’t know?” “If you wanna find out who’s behind this, knock yourself out. Then again, you might wanna take some kind of protection, and I don’t mean condoms. A forest at night is not my idea of romantic.” “Mine either.” Just as before, picking up any reads from the man is impossible. “You know, I’m not doing anything on Saturday.” Hesitating, you wonder if this is some long con to convince you to go. “Are you offering to come with me?” “Why not? Sounds like it’ll be fun. Find your crush, and maybe she’ll have a friend for me to hook up with.” “I wouldn’t bet on it.” “We going to go together, then?” <<if $Week1.Forest is 0>>[[Week 1 Bar Actual<-Agree to go with him][$Week1.Forest to 4, $VarEvent to 5]]\ <<else>>You’ve already agreed to go with someone else<</if>> [[Week 1 Bar Actual<-Decline][$VarEvent to 5]] <</widget>> <<widget "Week1BarHenry5">>\ <<if $Week1.Forest is 4 and $Day lte 5>>“Great. But you’re driving.” “No complaints here.” $Henry knows that if he volunteered to drive, you’d be constantly bringing up the minute ways your vehicle is better. What he’s not considering, it would seem, is that you can do that just as easily in your own car. “And you say you’ve got no idea who it could be?” “A mental list, but it’s a long one, and I’ve got no reason to suspect anyone over everyone else.” “Well, let’s hope “your secret admirer” decides to let the cat out the bag on Saturday. I’m going to be disappointed if there’s a tube of lipstick there, and that’s all.” “You’re telling me.”\ \ <<elseif $Week1.Forest is 4 and $Day is 6>>“Great. But you’re driving.” “No complaints here.” $Henry knows that if he volunteered to drive, you’d be constantly bringing up the minute ways your vehicle is better. What he’s not considering, it would seem, is that you can do that just as easily in your own car. “And you say you’ve got no idea who it could be?” “A mental list, but it’s a long one, and I’ve got no reason to suspect anyone over everyone else.” “Well, let’s hope “your secret admirer” decides to let the cat out the bag on Saturday. I’m going to be disappointed if there’s a tube of lipstick there, and that’s all.” “You’re telling me.” “And we need to be there for 11?” $Henry makes a show of looking to his extravagant watch - he’s clearly upgraded since the last time you met. Bizarrely, you hadn’t noticed throughout the entire conversation thus far. Your mind truly is on other things. “We might as well go straight from here, huh?” “No more alcohol for me tonight, then.” You shake your head. Of course, that’s another reason why he might have volunteered you for the task.\ \ <<elseif $Week1.Forest isnot 4>>“Suit yourself. I’m sure it would have been boring anyway.” “Yeah, right. Don’t pretend you weren’t eager.” You make a statement of laughing mockingly. “Hey, I got better things to do than wonder around a forest for a few hours at night, looking for a pair of granny panties, or whatever it is that’s going to be there.” “Yeah? Like what?” “Plenty of things.” “Such as?” “Shagging your mom.” “So you can cum in 2 minutes again? She’s got better things to do than play with your overgrown clit.” “Whatever, Taint Licker.”<</if>> [[Week 1 Bar Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 9]] <</widget>> <<widget "Week1BarHenry6">>\ <<set $H += 1>>\ <<set $HenryD.Knowlege to 2>>\ “There was something else that happened earlier this week, too.” “Hmm? What’s that?” Currently, the man doesn’t seem to be paying attention to you. In fact, he’s much more interested in the rack of a girl half way across the bar. Then again, he could be deliberately acting coy to allay any suspicion you have of him. “I got this package in the mail the other day.” “Wow, that’s real interesting, $Jam. Did it have a stamp on it, too?” “No.” You answer in mock irritation. “I wasn't expecting it, either.” “So?” He asks, finally switching his gaze back to you. “What was it? Wait - let me guess. Was it something from $Amy?” “Actually, I have no clue who it’s from. There was a note inside saying “from your secret admirer”.” “Maybe Miss $Dessel has a crush on you. So what was it? Some flowers?” “If you’d stop interrupting, I could tell you this in a much more sensible manner.” You moan. “In the box, there was a pair of panties, along with the note.” “//Someone// has a crush on you, then. But you don’t know who it is?” You shake your head. “What makes you so sure someone has a crush on me?” “A pair of panties? Come on, $Jam. It has to be a girl in the office. Maybe a shy one who you’ve caught staring at you, but can’t summon up the courage to ask you on a date?” “No one on my floor fits the criteria.” “What about $Amy ‘s sister? The one you fucked.” “She’s so stupid I doubt she can even write.” $Henry shrugs. “I have no clue, then. Hey, maybe you’ll get a package tomorrow with a thong, and the note will say “there’s an “A” in my name”.” “And then, on Thursday, I got another package.” “A thong?” $Henry laughs, pleased with himself. “No. This one was just a note - and no, not a single character in someone’s name.” “So what did it say?” “There were coordinates. To Hedersby Woods. And a time. 11pm. Tonight.” “Don’t people just ask for numbers anymore?” “Hence why I’m skeptical to think it could be someone with a crush on me.” “So? Are you going to go?” “Do you think I should?” You double down on the attention you’re giving him, inspecting his eyes, and if he starts blinking more. His chin, and if he starts scratching it. His tone, and if he sounds startled. $Henry, perhaps realizing your gaze, simply shrugs. “I don’t know.” “You don’t know?” “If you wanna find out who’s behind this, knock yourself out. Then again, you might wanna take some kind of protection, and I don’t mean condoms. A forest at night is not my idea of romantic.” “Mine either.” Just as before, picking up any reads from the man is impossible. “You know, I’m not doing anything after this.” Hesitating, you wonder if this is some long con to convince you to go. “Are you offering to come with me?” “Why not? Sounds like it’ll be fun. Find your crush, and maybe she’ll have a friend for me to hook up with.” “I wouldn’t bet on it.” “We going to go together, then?” <<if $Week1.Forest is 0>>[[Week 1 Bar Actual<-Agree to go together][$Week1.Forest to 4, $VarEvent to 5]]\ <<else>>You’ve already made plans to go with someone else.<</if>> [[Week 1 Bar Actual<-Decline][$VarEvent to 5]] <</widget>> <<widget "Week1BarHenry7">>\ <<set $Week1.Forest to 4>>\ "Sure." If the worst case scenario is true, and this is someone trying to take advantage of you, then having an extra set of arms will be useful, even if $Henry's bench is slightly worse than yours. Of course, if this is some weird sexual invitation, $Henry might find himself a cuckold. "You can sound a little more eager than that. I'm helping you out here, remember?" "And what would you be doing instead? Checking out girls and never asking them out?" You simultaneously finish your drinks before heading towards your car (yours is far nicer than $Henry's, and so naturally insist). He practically leaps into your vehicle, his curiousity becoming apparent. “And you still don’t think it’s that Miss $Dessel?” “I have no clue who it is, $Henry.” You consider making it clear you’re suspicious of him, too, but opt not to. “I had another idea, actually.” “I can’t wait to hear this.” “You know how they never caught the Zodiac Killer?” “...where are you going with this?” “What if it’s just someone trying to fuck with you?” “Then I should be honored to have attracted a stranger’s attention. And where exactly does the Zodiac Killer come into this?” “Well, he bragged to the police and newspapers, didn’t he? He wasn’t going to turn himself in, though. What’d be the fun in that?” “So you think whoever’s behind the panties has no intention of telling me who they are?” “It’s just an idea.” It’s an interesting proposition, yet also a disappointing one, should it turn out to be true. Were it a one night stand from years ago, it’d be nice to know you left such an impression on someone that they’d do something like this. It being a no life loser would make you roll your eyes faster and harder than anything $Megan has ever said. “Of course, that doesn’t mean we can’t catch the fucker behind this.” “Isn’t it still unknown who the Zodiac Killer is?” $Henry shrugs. “Why would I know?” [[Day 6 Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 2]] <</widget>> <<widget "Week1BarHenry8">>\ <<set $H += 1>>\ “Have there been any others shake ups in the office?” “Like what?” “Well, with Matt gone, I thought might have finally got rid off…what’s his name again? The little twink secretary?” “$Allen.” “That’s the one.” “No, he’s still around.” “Shame. You can never have too many sexy butts strutting around the office.” “True.” Then again, maybe not. “$Megan’s insistence to talk sometimes is exhausting. Don’t get me wrong, the pencil skirts are nice, but the constant yapping is too much.” “I hear you. We had this new receptionist start a couple weeks ago.” “Nice tits?” “Amazing tits. We had a decent exchange at first, though nothing interesting. Family, how long you been here, that type of thing. And just because I was the one guy in the office who wanted to say hi, she thought that meant she could sit down to have lunch with me.” “Christ. I thought they had separate break rooms for receptionists.” “They do!” $Henry exclaims, his eyebrows raised in outrage. “Does she actually think I cared about her dad being hospitalized?” He scoffs. “I bet her tits didn’t seem nearly as great after an hour conversation, did they?” “You’re right on that. Still pretty nice, though.” [[Week 1 Bar Actual<-...][$VarEvent to 9, $Var to 0]] <</widget>> <<widget "Week1BarHenry9">>\ <<set $H += 1>>\ In unison, you finish off your drinks. There’s a silent competition in who can empty their bottle first. Tonight, $Henry gets the better of you, and while neither of you verbally note your defeat, and his win, there’s a cheeky smile across his face. “Let’s get out of here.” You exit the establishment together. “Do you need dropping off?” “No, no. My car’s around the corner.” You know that, of course. The offer is far more about reminding him of your car, which is far better than his in every single metric. //Want to finish your drink first, fucker?// “I’ll see you next week.” [[Home<-Return home][$H += 1, $Var to 0]] <</widget>>

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<<widget "Week1TalkDesselCarCompliment">>\ <<Minutes>>\ <<set $DesselD.R += 1>>\ <<set $DesselD.CarKnow to 2>>\ “That’s an awful nice car you have, by the way.” “My car? I suppose, though it feels just like the Canveyo Traveller I used to have.” She pauses, as if reminiscing on the infamously cheap car that you’d be embarrassed to not only be seen in, but to have owned. The line of vehicles was so poorly manufactured that several models actually came with doors as an optional feature. “How do you know about my Lessad?” Now, you pause. For some reason, you’d figured she’d just assume you were a genius, without the creepy implications of knowing what model of car she has. “You’ve met $Kelly at reception, right? We’re good friends.” “I have - she asked what car I drove on my first day so that she can take an issue with any others in my parking spot.” Your heart seems to rupture. //Of course she has a designated parking spot!// “I’ve got an F-Series myself.” You boast, though knowing her counter will come and destroy your confidence in 3, 2, 1… “So have I!” She exclaims, her face lighting up in amusement. //That’s not right.// “Or is it a G-Series?” She shakes her head. “I swear, I’m not typically this forgetful, only when it comes to cars.” //She’s doing this on purpose - she’s mocking me!// “This one time, I forgot what my license plate was. Let’s just say that officer wasn’t convinced I was sober.” She laughs. “You were pulled over?” “Just once, I promise.” She insists. “How come?” “A friend of mine, Gemma, she walked in on her boyfriend cheating.” “Terrible.” You shake your head innocently. “She was distraught, of course, and needed someone to come over. I was going a //little// over the speed limit, I grant you.” “You risked a ticket just to comfort a friend?” “She was crushed, and I didn’t like the way she was talking over the phone; it’s what friends do. Besides,” she continues “that’s what you have 12 points for - you might as well use them.” She giggles. “That was a joke, for clarity.” Her amendment causes a chuckle from you. From the past day or so, you got the impression she was a complete, by the book, civilian. To be willing to joke about breaking the law makes her seem a little more fun, at least. “I’m surprised a police officer could catch up to you in a G-series.” “You’re into cars, I take it?” “Just a little.” You nonchalantly answer, wondering if the several magazines of Automotive Businessman weekly were left out in your office earlier. Miss $Dessel checks her watch. “If only I had more time today I’d show off my car to you.” “You would?” Though you’ve seen G-Series’ in car shops before, you’ve never gotten within touching distance of one. Of course, you’re also convinced she’s making the offer as another tease, sort of like giving your sibling a controller that’s not plugged in. <<if $Day isnot 5>>“Absolutely. Just talk to me after work at some point this week and I’ll give you a tour.”\ <<else>>“Sure. Just talk to me after work next week and I’ll give you a tour.”<</if>> <<Week1Leave>> <</widget>> <<widget "Week1TalkDesselCarDrive1">>\ <<set $DesselD.CarKnow to 3>>\ “About your car…” “You’re still wanting to see it?” She asks, a little surprised. Did she not expect you to take her up on the offer? Or maybe she’s busier than she looks right now. “Not if it’s an inconvenience.” “Hardly; I’m heading there anyway.” Taking a moment for a final few taps and clicks, which can’t help but strike you as self important right now, she afterwards shuts down her computer. “Goodnight Miss $Dessel; Mr $Car.” $Megan smiles, leering at you in particular. //Great - the idiot actually thinks I like the bitch.// Your secretary is much less subtle than $Kelly. Though she does stifle an eyebrow raise at seeing you, the lowly F-Series driver, walk out with the G-series driving Miss $Dessel, she doesn’t give a single snarky remark, only a wide grin. Doubtlessly your new boss has talked more to the woman since they first met. <hr> \ “There it is.” Miss $Dessel nods to a maroon number in one of the reserved parking spots closest to the building. “She’s magnificent.” Your mouth, with drool forming at the spread corners, can’t manage any more words of flattery. “It’s a little dinged at this point.” The woman adds beyond the edge of your interest. “And it’s long overdue a wash.” //The sleek minimalist chrome rims…the aerodynamic body…that low, understated chassis…those dual mirrored exhaust pipes…huh? Surely she didn’t - does she have taste after all?// “Leather seats or composite?” “Leather.” She hesitates. “I think.” Seeing you leer inside at the gorgeous interior, Miss $Dessel almost looks worried. “Would you like to get in?” Your head flicks to her in an instant. “I’d love to.” At the audible beep and the flash of the side LEDs, you [[Week 1 Talk D Actual<-enter the vehicle.][$VarEvent to 3]] <</widget>> <<widget "Week1TalkDesselCarDrive2">>\ Unconsciously, you’d got in the driver’s seat, though Miss $Dessel doesn’t care enough to protest, and you’re too intrigued to exit and get to the admittedly more appropriate passenger side. True enough to her uncertain word, the seats are genuine leather, both the front and rear. The steering wheel is made of a similarly tantalising material. The dashboard, compared to the relative cheapness of your own, feels like something from a sci-fi film. And while you were impressed by the AI integration of your F-Series, allowing $Bethany to move beyond your home, Miss $Dessel ‘s must be just a level below self driving. “Why do you even bother coming into the office?” You laugh, now inspecting the nearly invisible handles of the glove compartment. “I’ve got to pay for it somehow.” Miss $Dessel replies, in the passenger seat. “They’re not cheap.” When Matt first told you he was leaving, you’d done the maths on how much extra income you’d be earning, and had calculated that if you sold your old car, you’d be able to buy, and pay off within 3 years, your own G-Series. The sweetest part of that being that you’d offer $Henry your F-Series at a great price. Not only would he be getting your sloppy seconds, but you’d move up to a better model. That’s a double win. Or, would have been. Not only is the thing beautiful, but it’s been kept in pristine condition, practically like it was driven here straight from the dealership. A part of you feared there’d be a McDollad’s burger wrapper, or water bottles littering the floor. Thankfully, your boss didn’t ruin the experience by leaving trash like that out. If Miss $Dessel ever gets uncomfortable with your sensory investigating, complete with sniffing the seat, she doesn’t show it. “She’s gorgeous.” “That’s what the dealer said. To be honest with you, I think I would have been better off getting something a little more practical.” “Like what?” Your attention is on her like a vulture eyeing a barely alive creature. Not only does she have the direct sequel to your own car (not like she were sure of it), but now she’s suggesting it isn’t enough for her? “Something where I don’t have to wrangle a suitcase into the trunk. You know, something like a Ketcher.” “A Ketcher?” You baulk. “Are you looking to drive your grandkids to soccer practice on a Sunday or go to work?” “Hey!” She cries defensively. “I’ve seen some nice mini vans. And it’s not like I need to go from naught to sixty in less than 3 seconds.” “2.8.” Seeing your hands tremble against the beauty of the steering wheel, Miss $Dessel gets an idea. “If you’d like, you can take her for a spin.” You turn to her, your formerly bird of prey eyes watered down to those of a capybara approaching a potential friend. “You wouldn’t mind?” “Well, I don’t think it’d be //legal//.” She whispers. “But I don’t think anyone will notice. Assuming, of course, that for all your love of cars, you can actually drive them well.” “Like a pro.” On the one hand, you’d love to accept her offer, and drive the beauty around for just a couple of minutes. Conversely, you’d be giving her the satisfaction of accepting a gift. At this rate, she’ll think you're “friends”. [[Week 1 Talk D Actual<-Accept][$VarEvent to 5]] [[Week 1 Talk D Actual<-Decline][$VarEvent to 4]] <</widget>> <<widget "Week1TalkDesselCarDrive3">>\ <<set $DesselD.CarKnow to 4>>\ Concluding that the pros outweigh the cons by a wide margin, you shake your head. “Maybe another day.” “Sure thing.” Miss $Dessel replies. Though the offer was clearly genuine, she doesn’t chose to persuade you to change your mind. After exiting the car, you’re struck by just how nice the inside smelled in comparison. A smell similar to Miss $Dessel ‘s perfume. [[Home<-Return home]] <</widget>> <<widget "Week1TalkDesselCarDrive4">>\ <<set $DesselD.CarKnow to 3>>\ “Sure.” You agree. “If you don’t mind,” you quickly amend, not wanting to appear //too// eager, all whilst knowing it might be a little late for that. She places the car keys, which were still in her hand after unlocking it, into your own hands, and the surprising heft of the metal makes your own car feel grossly inadequate by comparison. Sticking them into the ignition, the beauty purrs to life. With a lip that quivers in awe, you look to her for permission to drive off, and she nods in approval. Backing out, you steer her out of the parking lot and the front gate, and onto the main road. “Welcome back, $Dessel1 .” A familiar, robotic voice greets from one of the many surround speakers you’d noticed a moment ago. “Silly thing.” Miss $Dessel laughs, tilting her head towards you after confirming that you weren’t going to crash the car in the first 30 seconds. “Do you get integrated AI in your F-Series?” “I do.” “It’s neat, don’t get me wrong. But I’m a little scared about just how much it knows about me. For all I know, there’s some guy in a basement listening in to everything I ever say.” “I wouldn’t have said that in front of him.” You laugh, struggling to entertain the conversation as you focus on taking in every aspect of the drive. “How long did you say you’d had it?” “I didn’t, but about a year and a bit.” “The odometer only says 1,100 miles. Don’t you use it much?” “Odo-oh.” She cuts herself off, peeking over the steering wheel. “Not a lot, I guess. My last job kept me so busy, and I get the impression it’ll be much the same here.” “Terribly busy, yes.” You echo, grimacing at your lack of productivity lately. “I thought I was going to have a couple of weeks off during the transition, but I didn’t know what to do with myself. I’ve really settled into the corporate life.” She sighs. With every turn feeling transcendent to when you last took it 8 hours ago, you consider how much better your life would be if you could only get a G-Series yourself. Surely getting another girlfriend would be made trivial with such a simple upgrade, you reason. <<if $Day is 4>>Of course, you can’t even stick to one daydream for long. The peculiar packages you’ve been getting lately are always on your mind, only disappearing briefly, like a “horny MILFs in your area” pop-up.<</if>> [[Week 1 Talk D Actual<-...][$VarEvent += 1]] <</widget>> <<widget "Week1TalkDesselCarDrive5">>\ After what your phone promises was 40 minutes of driving, though you could swear it was only 10, you return to the work parking lot, and Miss $Dessel gives you a smile. “Well, this was…fun.” You wince at the word, and also that it’s true. Not even Matt, who bordered on a friend at times, would have let you drive his car. Your new boss, without any amount of persuading actually offered it to you. “I tell you, all cars are the same to me. This one just comes with a woman that reminds me to respond to emails.” “That’s another perk.” Exiting the excellent vehicle, Miss $Dessel wishes you a nice evening, and you offer her the same. Touched with the greatness that is the G-Series, the rest of the night might actually be nice yet. Except, that is, for your drive home - in your crappy F-Series. [[Home<-Return home]] <</widget>> <<widget "Week1TalkDesselFlowersAsk">>\ <<Minutes>>\ <<set $DesselD.Week1Ask to 1>>\ Though you hold a grudge against her like she just ran over your own child, and backed up over it several times, you also recognize the value of your direct superior having a good opinion of you. With Matt, that was as simple as buying him a drink after work. With Miss $Dessel, you might need to be a bit more subtle. “You’ve certainly made the place your own. Is there anything you’re still missing?” “Back in my old office, I’d use some candles to spruce the place up. Management didn’t approve, of course, but because I was a good worker, they turned a blind eye. I don’t have that seniority here, so I’m not sure it’s a great idea.” “Probably not, no.” “But I was thinking some flowers would give the place some life, don’t you think?” She gazes around the room, eventually settling on a bookshelf lining one of the walls. “Right there.” “A little green would help the place seem less…beige.” Glancing around yourself, you’d never noticed just how barren of color the walls are. “I’ve been so busy, though. It can wait until next week.” She waves her hand dismissively, throwing away the suggestion. //How much do flowers go for these days? Who am I kidding - I could by a whole florist’s worth of green stuff.// <<Week1Leave>>\ <</widget>> <<widget "Week1TalkDesselFlowersGive">>\ <<Minutes>>\ <<set $DesselD.R += 1>>\ “You mentioned before how you were wanting some flowers...” Her smiles widens, already telling where this is going. “You didn’t.” From behind your back, you reveal the gaudy, by your estimation, bouquet of flowers, extending your arm to offer them to her. “They’re beautiful!” She exclaims, eagerly taking them. Sticking her face in the very center of the colors, she takes a loud and long sniff, exhaling in pleasure. “I wasn’t quite sure what your favorites are, but I hoped these would do.” “Oh, they more than “do”.” She laughs, setting them down gently on her desk to search for something in a storage cupboard to the side. Matt used to keep beers in there, but your new boss seems to prefer it for folders and books. And on the very bottom shelf, a vase. Taking the ceramic item out, she positions it on the very bookcase she pointed to before. Then, she slots the flowers inside. For a moment, you’re certain that the many stems will be too wide, but Miss $Dessel proves you wrong. Though, the wide top of the flowers extends so far over and around the vase that the container itself is nearly obscured. “Brilliant - I’ll have to water it before I leave.” “I’m sure the cleaners would be happy to do that.” “Nonsense.” She shakes her head. “I doubt that’s in their job description, and I also don’t trust them to over water them.” Turning to you, that same smile has yet to disappear. “Thank you, $Jam. They’re wonderful.” “You’re more than welcome.” //Good, she seems to like me. That’s going to make working for her much easier.// <<Week1Leave>> <</widget>>

<<set $Week2.AllenConvoThank to 1>>\ "$Allen." "Mr $Car. I'm glad you're feeling better." "Yeah, even if I don't look it." You roll your eyes in the direction of your nasty gash. "Considering the fall, it could have been much worse." "Well, thank you. For helping me out of the toilets, and the whole inspection thing." "Of course." He gives you a genuine smile, not the skeptic variety he tends to wear around you. "I am awful curious about what made you stand on the sinks in the first place." "A...rat. I thought I heard something, so I looked around in the ceiling." "Did you find anything?" "A rat." "Really? Maybe we should report it to $Kelly." "I wouldn't worry about it." "Well, we don't want you looking in the ceiling again and taking another fall, do we?" You don't humor him without a direct response. "Are you trained as a medic, or some office-medic role?" "No, but you naturally get bruises cycling. Doubly so in a city. It's helpful being able to disinfect a cut, or knowing the signs of a concussions." "You've had that cycling?" "I've almost gotten hit by a car multiple times this week." You've seen cyclists be on the losing side of a vehicular collision a few times, but never knew it was that bad. For such a frail man, he's not been terrified into driving a car like the rest of the grown ups. And while you did thank $Allen for helping you up, you don't mention the fact that it was his sudden entry into toilets that startled you, sending you crashing to the porcelain below. So in a round about way, your injury was his fault. But you don't mention that. [[Week 2 Leave<-...]]

"Where's everybody's favorite secretary?" "$Allen?" Miss $Dessel shrugs. "I don't even know what the protocol is for absences here. Should I have done something?" She looks slightly concerned, but not for herself. Though it might have been helpful, she has no obligation to report absences. "I hope he's alright." "You're managing alright without him?" "For now. 2 days without him is okay, but if it gets to next Monday and he's still not around, that's when I'll start worrying." Your boss shakes her head. "That doesn't make me sound heartless, does it?" "Not at all." "$Megan's doing her best to make up for him, anyway." She looks out her glass wall towards your own secretary. "I've really been missing him." "You've had some of her coffee, haven't you?" Miss $Dessel nods solemnly. "There's an automated machine a few floors down that I've found useful." "That's...a good idea. Not that I'm saying her coffee is bad, mind you," she's quick to amend. "Not bad, no. Terrible." She gives you a look like she won't engage with the conversation, but desperately wants to. It's like a teacher needing to remain impartial when two students are going at it but there's definitely a favorite involved. [[Week 2 Leave<-...]]

<<set $Week2.Mouthwash to 1>>\ "Miss $Dessel - do you have a moment?" "$Jam. What can I do for you?" "Look, about that email-" She looks up from her computer, and the only way she could appear less interested was if she were playing with a fidget toy. "I really am sorry." "I'm sure you are." Her focus returns to the screen. "Please close the door on your way out. I've got some work to finish off. Or perhaps I should take your advice, and bend over in front of one of my bosses." Rather than fight an unwinnable war, you back out of the office, ensuring to close the door behind you. //That went well.// //Maybe I should try making a joke out of this whole thing - it's not like apologizing is working.// It's tricky to think of anything funny to say, but maybe you'll get some inspiration from the mall. [[Week 2 Leave<-...]]

<<set $Week2.Mouthwash to 3>>\ "Mr $Car," Miss $Dessel stops you before it could even be fairly said that you're in her office. "If you've come to apologize again, then let's not waste either of our time." "Actually, I have a present: something to say sorry." Her insistence that you leave disappears, and so you step further into the office, until you can place the gift on her desk. "Mouthwash." She picks it up, inspecting, or at least pretending to inspect, the label. "Like your email said no amount of would get the smell of cum out of my breath." You smile slightly, hoping to edge her into a laugh...or just a smile of her own. When that doesn't come, you drop back into your regular expression, which currently hides the critical thoughts telling you this was not a well thought through plan. "Thank you, $Jam." She places the bottle on her desk. "Naturally, all women who work their way up the corporate ladder will need something like this." "That's not what I m-" "-why, I'll be sure to have several bottles around. Maybe I'll start handing them out at the office. Hell, we should even get a dispenser for it installed in the toilets. Just the women's of course." She's quick to make her addendum. "And maybe free knee pads, for all that time spent on our knees." "I'll leave now." "Good idea; you're just full of those." [[Week 2 Leave<-...]]

<<set $Week2.DesselConvoSexyApology to 2>>\ "Miss $Dessel?" "$Jam - what can I do for you?" "About that email-" "Which email would that be?" "The one you were CC'd into." Miss $Dessel looks oblivious and disinterested. "That I read in front of $Megan?" "Doesn't ring a bell." "Mis-" "$Jam," she smiles rather facetiously. "Like I said, I'm happy to never talk about it again." "So we just pretend it never happened?" "What never happened?" It's a bizarre approach, but given that it's the best reaction you could have asked for, who are you to complain? "And whilst we're talking about nothing, I certainly won't add that your belief that I give better head than $Megan is a fascinating one." Her smile becomes teasing, and now you're the one struck oblivious. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" [[Week 2 Leave<-...]]

"Have you heard anything from him?" You nod in the direction of Miss $Dessel's office, trusting that $Megan can deduce that you're actually talking about $Allen, who hasn't shown his face once today. "Actually, I did." "Anything important?" "Well, I had messaged him to ask if he was ill, and if so did he want me to do some of his work for him." "And he said?" "Not to worry. Apparently he's been busy today." "Doing what?" "He wouldn't say." Most likely he's been at home crying after you shattered his view of himself. It was tough love, but hopefully he'll return to his senses soon. In fact, you're really missing having him around. Not only was it funny to chuckle at him shrivelling up like a wet finger whenever you'd approach, but you need $Megan concentrating on her work; it's not like you're getting much done as of late. [[Week 2 Leave<-...]]

"How's Laura?" "Great!" $Megan shrieks, eager for a chance to talk. "She's got an audition with Geek Performances next Monday." "//Geek Performances//?" "You haven't heard of them?" Your plain face doesn't help clarify the answer to $Megan. "No." "They're a theater group in the city. Really big time. A few massive actors started off with them before breaking out." "Exciting stuff." With $Megan, you hardly have to pretend that you care - she's got all the eagerness for two. "If she gets the role, though, she's going to be gone so much. It's a 12 hour work day for 3 straight months." $Megan takes a moment to replace her usual smile with something you rarely get to see on her: sadness. It'll be gone the moment she decides to bring up daytime TV, or something repugnant, of course. "You're hoping she doesn't get it, then?" "Not at all!" She laughs, perhaps taking your remark for sarcasm. "She's going to be over the moon if she gets the role. I wouldn't mind if she's gone all day 3 months if it means she's happy." //Even if you can't have sex?// "Of course." You didn't mind that much when $Amy had to visit her parents for a few days, because you could get out your need for sex by jerking off. But for 3 months? You might as well try not peeing for that long. [[Week 2 Leave<-...]]

<<set $Var to 0>>\ //Another day of hard work.// Your sacrasm goes unappreciated when it's kept to yourself. Turning off your computer, which is little more than a paperweight as of late, you gather your things and prepare to leave. __ $Megan __ <<if visited("Week 2 Convo Megan Laura") is 0>>[[Week 2 Convo Megan Laura<-Ask]] how $Laura, her partner, is <</if>>\ <<if $Week1.Strip is 9 and $Day3 is 2 and visited("Week 2 Convo Megan Absent Allen") is 0>>[[Week 2 Convo Megan Absent Allen<-Ask]] if she's heard from $Allen <</if>>\ __ $Allen __ <<if $Day3 is 2 and $Week1.Strip is 9 or $AllenD.Renewed is 1 or $Day3 is 3 and $AllenD.Break is 1>>Uncharacteristically, $Allen's seat is still empty. <</if>>\ <<if $Week2.Fall is 1 and $Week2.AllenConvoThank is 0>>[[Week 2 Convo Allen Thank<-Thank]] him for helping you after your fall <</if>>\ __ Miss $Dessel __ <<if $Week2.Mouthwash is 6>>Given your interaction earlier, talking to Miss $Dessel again is out of the question. \ <<else>>\ <<if $Week1.Strip is 8 and visited("Week 2 Praise Allen") is 0>>[[Week 2 Praise Allen<-Praise]] $Allen to Miss $Dessel <</if>>\ <<if $Day3 is 2 and $Week1.Strip is 9 and visited("Week 2 Convo Dessel Absent Allen") is 0>>[[Week 2 Convo Dessel Absent Allen<-Ask]] if she's heard anything from $Allen <</if>>\ <<if $Day3 gte 3 and $Week2.Email is 2 and $Week2.DesselConvoSexApology is 0>>[[Week 2 Convo Dessel Sexy<-Apologize]] for the email you sent <</if>>\ <<if $Day3 gte 3 and $Week2.Email is 1 and $Week2.Mouthwash is 0>>[[Week 2 Convo Dessel Apologize<-Apologize]] for the email you sent <</if>>\ <<if $Day3 gte 3 and $Week2.Email is 1 and $Week2.Mouthwash is 2>>[[Week 2 Convo Dessel Mouth<-Give]] her the mouthwash <</if>>\ <</if>>\ <hr> [[Week 2 Leave<-Leave]]

<<set $M += 15>>\ At this hour, you're not quite lucky enough to have an empty elevator on your way to the ground floor, but at least corporate life has sucked the energy out of everyone else, meaning you don't have to stomach listening to conversation. [[Home<-...][$H to 17, $M to 0]]

[img[Images/Office.jpg]] <<if $H is 8>><<set $H to 9, $M to 0>>"Morning, sir." "Morning, $Megan." You march past your secretary and her irritating morning chirpiness.\ <<elseif $H gt 8>>Though your computer is now turned on, your equivalent to a word count for the day sits at...0.<</if>> <<if $Week2.Mouthwash is 3>>[[2-5 Escort 1<-...]]\ <<elseif $Week2.Mouthwash is 4>>[[2-5 Escort 2<-...]]\ <<elseif $Week2.Mouthwash is 5>>[[2-5 Escort 3<-...]]\ \ <<elseif $Day3 is 2 and $Week1.Strip is 8 and $H is 9>>[[2-2 Allen Ask<-...]]\ <<elseif $Day3 is 2 and $Week1.Strip gte 1 and $Week1.Strip lte 3 and $Week2.Bathroom is 0>>[[2-2 Bathroom 1<-...][$H += 2]]\ <<elseif $Day3 is 2 and $Week2.Email is 0 and ($Week1.Strip is 0 or $Week1.Strip is 6)>>[[2-2 Fake Email 1<-...][$H += 2]]\ <<elseif $Day3 is 2 and ($Week2.Email is 1 or $Week2.Email is 2) and $Var is 0>>[[2-2 Fake Email 3<-...][$H += 1]] <<elseif $Day3 is 2 and $DesselD.Knowledge gte 3 and $Week2.Email isnot 2 and $Week2.Email isnot 3>>[[2-2 Dessel Investigate 1<-...]]\ \ <<elseif $Day3 is 3 and $H is 9>>[[Day 2-3 Kylie Test 1<-...]]\ <<elseif $Day3 is 3 and $Week1.Strip is 9 and $AllenD.Renewed is 0 and $AllenD.Break is 0>>[[2-3 Allen Fight 1<-...]]\ <<elseif $Day3 is 3 and $Week2.Email is 1 and $Var is 0>>[[2-3 Fake Email Cruel<-...][$H += 2]]\ <<elseif $Day3 is 3 and $Week2.Email is 2 and $Week2.DesselConvoSexyApology is 0>>[[2-3 Fake Email Sex 1<-...][$H += 2]]\ <<elseif $Day3 is 3 and $Week1.Strip gte 4 and $Week1.Strip lte 5 and $H is 12>>[[Day 2-3 Megan Panties 1<-...]]\ <<elseif $Day3 is 3 and $Week1.Strip is 7 and $H is 12>>[[2-3 Henry Allen Invite 1<-...]]\ <<elseif $Day3 is 3 and $Week2.Fall is 1 and $DesselD.Knowledge gte 3 and $Week2.Email isnot 1 and $Week2.Email isnot 2>>[[2-2 Dessel Investigate 1<-...]]\ \ <<elseif $Day3 is 4 and visited("Day 2-3 Megan Panties No") and $H is 9>>[[2-4 Megan Argue 1<-...]]\ <<elseif $Day3 is 4 and $Week1.Strip is 10 and $H is 9>>[[2-4 Henry Invite<-...]]\ \ <<else>>[[Week 2 Day End<-...][$H to 16]]<</if>>

Outside of Miss $Dessel's office, you stare at $Allen until he realizes you're looking at him. Then, you knock on the door. "Miss $Dessel?" "$Jam - what can I do for you?" "You really seem to have settled in here." "Surprisingly quickly," she nods in agreement. \ <<if $DesselD.Week1Ask is 3>>"Of course, flowers like those certainly help." Your attention turns to the gift you got her before.<</if>> "I'm kind of jealous of you, actually." "Oh? How's that?" She's clearly surprised to hear such a thing. In reality, you have no such thing, of course. It's more a deep-rooted hatred stemming from her robbery of your rightful promotion. You take a step closer to the door, and make sure to raise your volume. "Well, Matt always said such wonderful things about $Allen. I wish I could have swapped secretaries with you." "He is fantastic, isn't he?" She readily agrees, attempting to be quiet. Doubtlessly she's praised him countless times herself already. "But so's $Megan." "Certainly." You grin. "Frankly, though, I'm not sure how much longer either of us will be having $Allen on the floor. He must be overdue a promotion for how much good work he's put in." "Has he really been here that long?" "He's practically part of the furniture." "I had no idea. He is quiet - maybe we need to let the higher ups know just how valuable he's been. You know how things like that can slip through the cracks." "That's a great idea." You agree. After a while longer of hilarious praise, like "he's so important to the success of the company," you exit the office. "You're welcome." You cough in $Allen's direction, already heading to the elevator after wasting so much of your precious time on something so menial. "Actually, Mr $Car, could we talk for a minute?" You hear him get up and follow you. "It's important." "Of course," you point in the direction of your office, supressing the urge to yell expletives as you. //What more do you want?// [[Week 2 Praise Allen 2<-...]]

[img[Images/Office.jpg]] "After those pictures on Monday, I got a letter at my apartment." "A letter?" He nods. "From //your// admirer." "How do you know it was from them?" "It-it was. It told me to get you back to the forest this Saturday wearing the panties." //It definitely is them, then.// "And that's all it said?" "Well, not quite. It also said if I didn't then he-they would," he gulps. "They'd release the pictures they have of me." "Release? How? And to who?" "I don't know; it didn't say. But if just higher up got them..." he doesn't need to finish the thought for you to chuckle at his despair. "Why are you only telling me this now?" "I wan-needed to make sure you were going to help me out. If those pictures did get out, I want to have the best chance at keeping my job." You can understand his logic, but it's still insubordinate. He should have told you immediately. "So?" ""So" what?" "Will you help me out? I did go out on a limb before." "You expect me to wear the panties in the forest?" You scoff, unsure if he's serious. The entire point of getting him to wear them, on top of being funny, was to avoid you having to wear them. "Look," he struggles to persuade you. "You don't //have// to wear them. But maybe we'll discover something there that can help you find out who's behind this." "That is true." Ultimately, there's no harm in going and then not committing. Worst case scenario? You've wasted a few hours. "Alright, fine." "Great!" $Allen exclaims, clearly relieved. "Were there any other details in the letter?" "Just that we should be there at 11pm." He makes a move towards your office door. "Thank you, Mr $Car." [[Week 2 Leave<-...]]

"Good morning, Mr $Car." "Morning, $Kelly." You jab the button for your floor, taking a solitary and appreciable ride up. <<if $Day3 is 2 and $Week1.Strip is 9>>[[2-2 Allen Absent<-...]]\ <<else>>[[Week 2 Office<-...]]<</if>>

<<widget "Day5Hour10">>10:17 //Still no new packages? Maybe I should call $Kelly quickly...// <<link "...">> <<replace "#convo1">><<Day5Hour11>><</replace>> <</link>><</widget>>\ \ \ <<widget "Day5Hour11">>11:32 //Was that the elevator I heard?// Out of the window, you see that it was. Unfortunately, it’s far from the delivery man you hoped for. Instead, it’s some bimbo dressed much like $Megan. Not even this new set of tits, bouncy as they are, distract you enough from thoughts of the panties and invitation. <<link "...">> <<replace "#convo1">><<Day5Hour12>><</replace>> <</link>><</widget>>\ \ \ <<widget "Day5Hour12">>12:09 “Mmhm!” //This is better head than Monday’s. Still not as good as most blowjobs I’ve had, though. If whoever is behind those panties doesn’t end up giving me a blowjob once I find out who they are, I’m going to be pissed. Assuming it’s a woman. If it’s a guy, I have no idea what I’m going to do to them.// <<link "...">> <<replace "#convo1">><<Day5Hour13>><</replace>> <</link>><</widget>>\ \ \ <<widget "Day5Hour13">>13:38 You've been idly tapping away at the wooden top of your desk for so long that your nails might have been imprinted in the surface. Of course, you're oblivious to that, and what's a few minutes to you right now is equivalent to several hours for everyone else. <<link "...">> <<replace "#convo1">><<Day5Hour15>><</replace>> <</link>><</widget>>\ \ \ <<widget "Day5Hour15">>15:54 //It's not too late for a delivery. Maybe the guy who handles it is just late. Or the elevator had a breakdown. $Megan isn't keeping it on her desk, is she? Of course she wouldn't, that'd be stupid - and therefore totally in character.// You sigh. Out of the glass wall partioning the two of you, there doesn't seem to be anything out of place on, or around, her desk. //Where is it?// //WHERE IS IT?// [[Day 5 End Talk<-...]] <</widget>>\

<<if $Clothes.Top is -1 and $Clothes.Shoes is -1>>\ <<if $Day is 2>>[[Day 2 Actual<-Go to work][$VarEvent to 1]]\ <<elseif $Day is 3>>[[Day 3 Actual<-Go to work][$VarEvent to 1]]\ <<elseif $Day is 4>>[[Day 4 Actual<-Go to work][$VarEvent to 1]]\ <<elseif $Day is 5>>[[Day 5a Car Ride<-Go to work]]\ \ <<elseif $Day is 8>>[[Day 2-1<-Go to work]]\ <<elseif $Day is 12 and $Week2.Test is 0>>[[2-5 Rental Car 2<-Get a replacement for your car]]\ <<elseif $Day gt 8>>[[2-2 Driving<-Go to work]]\ <<elseif $Day gt 14>>[[Week 3 Enter<-...]]<</if>>\ <</if>>

"What the hell?" You murmur reflexively. On the office floor, strolling casually over and now addressing $Megan, there's a pair of police officers, one male and one female. //What are they here for? Is it to do with my Admirer?// You shake off the thought. No, how on earth would they know about that. Even if they did, there's nothing illegal going on. So is there something else you should be concerned about? Or //someone// else? Maybe it's the absurdity of seeing the cops on your office floor, but you're struck dumb, and nothing comes to mind. Your concerns aren't allayed when, rather than pointing somewhere else, $Megan stands up, and welcomes the duo into your office. "Good morning, Mr $Car." They take the seats across from your desk. "It sure is." You dial up the charm, both because it might help get this over with faster, and also because the woman police officer is rather attractive. "What can I do for you two? I hope I'm not in trouble." You're tempted to wink at the uniformed lady, but settle for just a grin. She, however, seems disinterested in your advances, and maintains an impressively stoic face against a man as sexy as you. The training she must have undergone was undoubtedly thorough to allow her to resist you. "Mr $Car, I'm Officer Lindsay, and this is Officer Bowsky." He raises his hand slightly off the arm of the chair. "How you doin'?" "//We're// here," Officer Lindsay continues, after a less than subtle scowl the way of her companion, "because of a claim made by a 'Miss $Jones'." She stares at you, not relenting for even a moment. "Miss $Jones?" //Why on earth would $Amy be sending them here? Isn't it enough that she manipulated me into a one sided relationship, stealing many of the best years of my life from me?// Apparently not. "Miss $Kylie $Jones says that you have been stalking and threatening her." "$Kylie?" Right. Of course. "When is she saying I stalked or threatened her?" "Last Wednesday. She claims that after you aggressively refused to take a DNA test, you called her, and promised to," the woman looks to a notepad. "'Beat her up and make her sorry for ever being born.'" You burst out laughing, and you spot the male officer managing to find the situation a little entertaining, too. "That's nonsense." "So you're saying you didn't do it?" "No. I didn't." "Is it true that you refused a DNA test?" "Yes. We were down in the reception, and I told her to leave. $Kelly was witness to the whole thing." Officer Lindsay jots a few things down. "And then she had her boyfriend smash my car." "She did?" Bowsky butts in, intrigued. "What model?" "F-Series?" "You got an F-Series?" "//Had//. It's in the shop right now." "Did you make a report about it?" "A report? Lady, the dumbass was arrested on the spot after being caught by a security guard." Her note taking renews, this time with added energy. "How bad we talking?" "Bowsky." She clears her throat. "Miss $Jones didn't mention this to us. If it's true-" "-it is." "It's possible he was acting independently. And it doesn't mean that you weren't doing the things she's accused you of." "So...what? Do I need to get together an alibi?" "At the minute, no. We just needed a statement from you before things can be progressed." Officer Lindsay stands up, causing her second to follow suit. "Expect us to be in touch, Mr $Car."

<<set $H to 7, $M to 47>>\ "Wibt xn phfhm hpfiaqon hdre?" Your face can finally breath again as the sack is removed from your head. The sun is out, though it's not strong enough to lament your lack of sunscreen. Slowly, last night's events come crawling back to you. \ <<if $Week1.Forest is 6>>Everything with $Allen and $Henry, their trap, and your blinded encounter with Your Secret Admirer.\ <<elseif $Week1.Forest is 5>>Everything with $Allen, his trick, and your blinded encounter with Your Secret Admirer<</if>> Right now, it must be the early morning on Sunday. "Christ, how long have you been left like this?" A voice asks, painfully loudly. It's bad enough that you didn't get a high quality 8 hours of sleep, and your legs are understandably crying for a rest; you certainly don't need the gravely voice of a man yelling at you. "I," you're immediately hit with a need for water, and have to clear your throat. "I don't know. A few hours." "Christ," he repeats, moving to the opposite side of the tree, and you now get a better look at him. Based on the overalls, it's fair to assume he's employed by the forest. He probably uses the shed as a staging area for whatever work it is he does. The man tugs on the handcuffs roughly, and you're pulled into the tree. "Do you mind?" "Sorry." He pulls out a phone. "Let me call the police to get you out of these handcuffs." "About time," you mumble, shaking your head. \ <<if $Week1.Forest is 6>>If $Henry had a decent bone in his body, he would have come back since last night. $Allen, sheepish as ever, was just following the leader.\ <<else>>If $Allen had a decent bone in his body, he would have come back since last night.<</if>> As the man begins pressing a few numbers on his phone, you have a violent realization, which you now realize is difficult to celebrate, or suffer through, without being able to move properly. Inviting the police here means answering why you're like this in the first place. That draws very much unwanted attention to the actions of Your Admirer. Issue 1 with that - you still don't know who they are, and if they're therefore the type of person you want to have arrested, or upset. Issue 2 - police reports about this being filed means there's a record of you wearing these panties, and being chained to a tree, and that's not the type of thing you want leaving a trace. This old baffoon is bad enough, but it should be trivial to convince him to do as you want. "Wait!" "Wait?" "Don't bother wasting the police's time." "That's what they're for, son." //Condescending prick.// "They've got better things to do than rescue me from a tree." "At 7am on Sunday? What crime do they have to stop at this hour?" "Any and all of it. Look, you work in the forest, right?" He pockets his phone, and gives you a nod. "I do." "You must have an axe in there," you shrug in the direction the shed. "Let's save some of our tax dollars and get out the old fashioned way." "And what about the guys who did this to you? You don't mind the police not going after them?" His assumption of events is understandable, and you opt not to fight it. "I couldn't help the police out even if they came. The assholes were all wearing ski masks." "I see." The man scratches his head, rolls his shoulders slightly, and inspects the handcuffs again. "I've got an axe I can use to cut them off - if you're sure." "You must have chopped down a good few trees." "More than a good few." "Then I'm in safe hands." "Alright," he replies, convinced enough to go along with it. <<linkreplace "...">>He returns promptly, wielding a hefty looking axe. "Those criminals didn't take anything from the cabin. I don't suppose you know why they would have unlocked it, do you?" "Damned if I know." The man positions himself on the opposite side of the tree. "Now, you're sure you want me to do this?" You spread your hands as far apart as you can, making the shot of cuffs' chain as clear as possible. "You're not shivering, are you?" "No." "And the axe isn't rusty?" "It's not." "So go ahead." "Alright. I suppose I'm used to the cataracts by now." [[2-7 Forest Trapped Tree 2<-Huh?]]<</linkreplace>>

You resist you impulse to "close off" your body at such a revelation, and remaining impressively still. The cuffs of the chain are taut, and so when the man swings his axe...he nails it. With their bindings free, your arms spring outward, and you're separated from the tree. Finally, you can take a calming breath. "Cataracts?" "Relax, son. It was a joke." "Right. A joke." //Asshole.// His glee is readily apparent across his smug, rather punchable, face. "Come on, son. We've got a table saw in the cabin that can get those bracelets of you." "Bracelets?" Looking down at your wrists, you note the two opposite sides of the handcuffs that are still attached to you. In your haste to be detached from the tree, you hadn't considered that the axe would leave you with these unnecessary pieces of jewelry - as if the digital watch wasn't bad enough. "Now, are you going to explain to me why you're wearing women's underwear before or after we take the cuffs off?" The panties, at least, you had recalled. "Those damn gangsters." "They put them on you?" He replies, in clear disbelief. "What on earth would make them want to do that?" "I don't know." When he still doesn't seem sure, you change the tale a little. "There was a girl with them. She was egging them on, and I suppose they were all willing to do whatever she suggested." "Weird. Then again, when I was young, the prank was pantsing people. I suppose this is the same." "Right. Totally." The shackles eventually collapse off you wrists, and you're finally free. "Thanks for the help." "No worries," he chuckles to himself, doing his best to subtly eye your panties. "You have a good one." [[2-7 Ride 1<-...]]

<<set $H to 8, $M to 30>>\ <<if $Week1.Forest isnot 4>>\ Exiting the cabin and stomping over to your chopped up belongings, you scrounge around for anything recoverable. Apart from your socks and shoes, you're flat out of luck, but given how nice the shoes are, you try to take some solace in their presence. More so than that crumb of gratitude worth having, you're looking forward to returning to your car, and collapsing into the driver's seat. \ <<if $Week2.Car is 0>>The heavy padding of your F-Series will feel divine, as will the neutral temperature the AC guarantees.\ <<else>>Whilst your replacement is not as nice as your F-Series, anything will feel amazing after how long you've spent forcibly hugging a tree.<</if>> First searching for the pocket of your sliced up blazer, you realize the keys must be in your pants pocket. Then, when they're not there, you assume they must be somewhere else in the mess of expensive strips. And yet, no matter how much you pat on the ground, they remain elusive. That's when you begin violently shaking the pile, listening for any sound, or a feeling of where they are. Still, they don't turn up. <<if $Week1.Forset gte 5>>//That bastard, $Henry, took them, didn't he? When I get my hands on him...// <</if>>\ <</if>>\ A lack of car keys leaves you in quite the pickle. It's out of the equation to walk home, both because your legs are liable to betray you halfway through, and because you'd be spotted by thousands in nothing but panties (and your socks and shoes). You have something of a saving grace in the form of your phone, but then the question is who to call - preferably someone who can bring you some extra clothes for the short trip from car to apartment. <<if $Week1.ForestStrip is 7>>$Henry and $Allen are out of the question, undoubtedly. Begging them for a ride after what they did to you is worse than marching back the hard way. $Megan's an option, though with her, it's hard to say she's ever your first pick.\ <<elseif $Week1.ForestStrip is 10>>$Henry is out of the question, undoubtedly. Begging him for a ride after what he did to you is worse than marching back the hard way. You probably would be able to convince $Allen to pick you up, but lacking a car, he'd be as useful as a second pair of panties. $Megan, on the other hand, would certainly be willing to help.\ <<elseif $Week1.ForestStrip is 8 or $Week1.ForestStrip is 9>>$Allen is out of the question. Begging him for a ride after what he did to you is worse than marching back the hard way. $Megan, conversely, will certainly be an obedient secretary, and therefore rush to help you out. $Henry will probably be less eager to help you, especially at this time of day, but willing regardless.<</if>> <<if $DesselD.Know gte 2>>After getting to know her a little better last week, you do have Miss $Dessel's number, though that's similarly not an appealing option. <</if>>\ Your old boss, Matt, can be dismissed without much thought. Even if he does work in another company, word can spread horribly fast in your line of work. What about $Kylie? \ <<if $Week2.Test is 1>>After you agreed to her stupid DNA test, she might be willing to pick you up.\ <<else>>No, definitely not after you told her where to shove that DNA test, and what her boyfriend did to your car.<</if>> The only other option that comes to mind is perhaps the worst of them all, and were it not for how tired your legs were, you'd immediately cross out the thought. But pain, like your legs were in hours ago, and are now drowned in, makes for quite the catalyst of compromise. $Amy might be willing to help you out, if just upon hearing you're in a bind. There's no way it'll be pleasant, though. <<if $Week1.Strip is 8 or $Week1.Strip is 9>>[[2-7 Ride Henry<-Call]] $Henry <</if>>\ [[2-7 Ride Megan<-Call]] $Megan <<if $DesselD.Know gte 2>>[[2-7 Ride Dessel<-Call]] Miss $Dessel <</if>>\ <<if $Week2.Test is 1>>[[2-7 Ride Kylie<-Call]] $Kylie <</if>>\ [[2-7 Ride Amy<-Call]] $Amy

"Who's this?" An unfamiliar voice asks, rather rudely, too. Unless it's $Megan, and this is what she sounds like after just being woken up, but that seems unlikely. Why would she need to ask who you are? "It's Mr $Car. Who's this?" "Wanna take a guess who would be sleeping with $Megan?" "Oh," of course. "This must be Laura. How are you?" "Very tired. Is there something you need?" "My secretary." "//Your secretary// is currently asleep, which is also where I'd like to be. Can't this wait until Monday?" "Afraid not. Jobs are on the line." Your patience, which was on its last drops anyway, has finally run out. "Alright." You hear some mumbled words, which start of as something very grumpy, and then for even shorter become a little giggly. Finally, they turn serious, and $Megan answers. "Mr $Car? Is everything alright?" "I need a ride." "A ride?" "Yes, $Megan, a ride. Did I stutter?" "Sir, it's not even 9am, and it's Sunday." "Then it's a good job I woke you up. You're sleeping while the world's working." "The world has labor laws." "$Megan-" "Alright, of course. Where are you?" "In Hedersby Woods."q "I'm coming now." "And bring me some clothes. I'm tired of being cold." You hang up before she has a chance to complain or ask questions. With your way home confirmed, you take what's worth it from the pile of clothing, which isn't much, and then make your way back to the makeshift parking lot. Not quite on the natural path, but a dozens meters to the side, in case you run into anyone. When you're just short of the parking lot, you hide behind a bush until $Megan arrives. [[2-7 Ride Megan 2<-...]]

"$Jam - is that you?" "It sure is." While you did exchange numbers, she clearly didn't care to make you a contact. Ignoring the disrespect that implies, you prepare to ask the awkward part. "What are you up to right now?" "Well, at this time on a Sunday morning, takes a guess." "Going to church?" "Not quite. Is there something you need?" "Actually, there is." "Let me take a guess and say it can't wait until tomorrow."q "You are perceptive." "Shall we keep taking turns guessing the national bird of Bolivia, or do you want skip to the important part?" She sighs light-heartedly. "Because my bed feels like a cloud right now." "I need a ride." "Should never have given you my number." She laughs, though there might be some truth in there with how tired she sounds. "Alright, but you owe me one." "I'm in Hedersby Woods. Oh, and can you bring me some clothes, too?" Her chuckling takes over the phone call for several seconds. "Now this I can't wait for." With your way home confirmed, you take what's worth it from the pile of clothing, which isn't much, and then make your way back to the makeshift parking lot. Not quite on the natural path, but a dozens meters to the side, in case you run into anyone. When you're just short of the parking lot, you hide behind a bush until Miss $Dessel arrives. [[2-7 Ride Dessel 2<-...]]

Just the thought of speaking to $Amy causes your heart to thump faster than it has any right to outside of exercise. You'd be glad to never have to see her again, and yet, you're the one now dialing her. Each of the taunting rings does their best to convince you to hang up, that this is a terrible idea, but you can reason that she'd still see that you called her anyway, and so there'd be more shame in quitting now than following this through. And after a while, you're left wondering if she's near her phone, and she's just ignoring you, but not wanting to deny the call because she'd know that you'd then know she declined the call. But it is early on a Sunday morning, and you have no idea what she's doing with her life, so sh- "$Jam?" //Oh god, she answered. Why did she have to answer?// "$Amy?" There's a pause, and she doesn't rush to fill it. You, in contrast, have no idea what to say. "I need your help." "You want my help?" "Not want. Need." <<if $AmyD.Week1 is 2>>This pause is louder somehow. "$Jam, I don't know what you're going through, but after I reached out to you last week, and you told me to...I can't. I'm sorry." Just like that, she hangs up. "Last week, what did I do last week?" Scrambling for your message history, you find the answer, and want to slap yourself for it. What on earth possessed you to tell her to go fuck herself? Well, that rules $Amy out, and now not only did you suffer through having to hear her voice, you still don't have a way home. [[2-7 Ride 1<-Let's try that again...]]\ \ \ <<else>>Her hesitance only doubles any feeling of regret over making this call. Was $Megan really that bad? "What do you need from me?" "I'm stuck in the woods with no way home." "And no money for a taxi?" "Well...I'm also naked." "That's-should I even ask?" "Can you help me?" "Hedesrby Woods?" "That's right." "Okay, I can be there in half an hour." "Great!" You cry, with an undue amount of emotion for how sterile this conversation has been. Neither one of you know how to say goodbye, and in the end it's $Amy who hangs up. With your way home confirmed, you take what's worth it from the pile of clothing, which isn't much, and then make your way back to the makeshift parking lot. Not quite on the natural path, but a dozens meters to the side, in case you run into anyone. When you're just short of the parking lot, you hide behind a bush until $Amy arrives. //It's not too late to walk back...// [[2-7 Ride Amy 2<-...]]<</if>>

<<set $H to 9, $M to 15>>\ You eye $Amy pull up, unbuckle her seatbelt and step out of her car. It's a new car, a Canveyo Runner. It's modest, even by hatchback standards. Why she'd consider buying such a thing is a mystery. Reflexively, you shake your head. There's going to be a ride back to the city. During that time, you cannot say anything bad about her car. Nor can you mention $Kylie - that'd cause you both to remember just how you broke up, and you don't need this trip to be any more awkward. For the same reason, nothing about marriage, either. Hopefully she's gotten into sports in the past month. "$Jam?" "Over here." You stand up from behind the bush, which rises up to your waist, so your panties should remain a secret. Her eyes flick towards you, and they swiftly light up at seeing the top half of your body without anything covering it. "You weren't kidding." "Yeah." Without thinking, you shrug. "I appreciate you coming out here." "Sure. Of course." "Were you able to bring any clothes? It's fine if not." "Oh, right." She looks back inside her car. "I actually ended up with one of your dressing gowns somehow. I was just going to throw it out, but since you needed something, I guess it's 2 birds." "That's good. Would you mind handing it to me?" "$Jam, I have seen you naked before, remember?" "I know, but someone might see me in between then." "And the longer you spend here shivering, the more likely that is to happen." "$Amy, please?" You don't doubt that nobody is going to round the corner and catch you. Instead, it's the idea of her seeing you in the panties that you're understandably aversed to. You do feel bad for asking more of her, though, but it's the lesser of two evils. "It's not for me; it's for everyone else." Your ex fiancé eyes you with slight confusion, and then suspicion. You've known her long enough to recognize the subtle difference. "You never did tell me why you were naked in the forest." "It's a long story." "We've got a journey back to the city. Are you going to tell me then?" For a fraction of a second, you hesitate, and she picks up on it. "What aren't you telling me?" "$Amy," doesn't listen to your subtle pleading, and marches around the bush barricade, catching you in all your panty clad misery. "$Amy-" [[2-7 Ride Amy 3<-...]]

<<set $Clothes.Top to 24>>\ "Huh." You feel like a kid again, having to explain something invariably cruel you did to one of your classmates. There's no escaping it this time, short of running back into the woods, though your legs might protest at that. "$Amy..." "I really should have just handed you that dressing gown." She smirks, something you which you can only dream of being able to do right now. "Let's go back to the city. And I want to know just what happened, okay?" <hr> \ After wrapping the luxurious and expensive dressing gown around your body, sheltering it from humiliation, you relax in the passenger seat whilst $Amy ignites the engine. Your legs might refuse to work for several hours now that you've given them a break, and it occurs to you that you may have to ask $Amy for help getting to your apartment. After seeing you in panties, you can't sink lower in her eyes, surely. "So what happened?" She wastes no time in asking once you're on the road. "Well, I was strolling through the woods when this gangs of criminals assaulted me. There must have been at least 10 of them, all wearing ski masks, and some with clubs or crowbars. They chained me to a tree, and took all my clothing. For whatever reason, one of them wanted to make me wear the panties. Then the assholes took my car keys, and left me there." "Right. A gang of them, you say?" "I don't quite know what they were, but there were too many for me to take on." "You tried though, didn't you?" "Well, was I supposed just let them mug me?" "Of course not." She sighs, taking her eyes off the road to look make eye contact. "You know I can tell when you're lying, right?" "What? I'm not lying." "$Jam-" "I'm not!" "I know you are." "Why do you think I'm lying?" "Well, for a start, I can just tell when you are." "I don't see how-" "-and, if you want something more tangible, then it doesn't add up. Not only are you not the type of person to go for a walk, but you said they took your car keys, and yet they left your phone." "I never said they were the brightest of criminals." "That's being a criminal 101." "They're dropouts, clearly." "$Jam: you can just tell me. I'm certainly not going to judge you." There it is again - that X factor she hits you with. Something about her just melts your walls, and that's how she got inside your castle in the first place. Not a single woman has affected you like this, and there's been a lot that you've had sex with, or just hit on at a bar. How are you supposed to refuse to answer, or keep lying? Especially when she so nicely picked you up. And so, you recount the bizarre goings on in your life as of late. How you received an anonymous pair of panties, and then an inviatation to the same forest she met you at. Most recently, how you came here with the same person you tricked into wearing the panties a week ago, and how they left you tied up. Worst of all, how you were a foot away from Your Admirer, but being hooded, you couldn't identify them. $Amy nods along with ever increasing interest after it overpowers her skepticism. She asks the same questions you're used to getting when you've relayed the story before. Do you really have no idea who's behind it? What do you think they want? And worst of all, "I knew that digital watch wasn't yours". "Well, it's a healthy hobby you've found yourself," she laughs. "It's neither a hobby nor healthy." "Better than drinking with $Henry." "Drinking with $Henry never ended up with me chained to a tree." "Some nights when you came home, you would have been better off if that //did// happen." [[2-7 Ride Amy 4<-...]]

<<set $H to 9, $M to 35>>\ You're close to home now, but not close enough for the rest of the ride to not be awkward if there's no more conversation. You need to come up with something, but not anything. Again, nothing do with her sister, or marriage, or her poor choice in cars. "So where are you living now?" \ <<if $Week2.AskWhereAmy is 1>>You already know the answer, after inquiring to $Kylie the other day. Still, $Amy doesn't know that.<</if>> "With my parents." "How's that going?" "Good. It's nice spending some more time with them." If she can tell when you're lying, then you've picked up a thing or two about when she's holding back. Her folks were tolerable enough, but living with them sounds like an ordeal. Still, you can't say all that, since you're the reason she moved out in the first place. "The car was my dad's doing." She turns to you and grimaces. "I know you were wondering about it." "It's a fine car." "Again, I know when you're lying." "I've seen worse." "That I can believe." //Just not outside of 3rd world countries.// "Just not outside of 3rd world countries." She pulls up outside your building. Her old building. "Well, thank you for the ride." Unbuckling your seatbelt, you open the door slightly, and then look back at $Amy, who also has no idea what she's supposed to say. "Sure." "I'm glad you're doing well." $Amy nods slowly. "You too." You ease out of the vehicle, wishing desperately that someone would honk their horn at her parking, but nothing breaks the awkwardness. Giving her a final smile, you close the door shut on her car, and she pulls out rapidly. [[2-7 Ride Apartment<-...]]

At the very least, getting into your apartment should be far simpler. Approaching the building's security guard in his tiny booth protecting the parking lot, you greet him. "Mr $Car! Nice day, isn't it?" "Lovely." You lie, wanting nothing more than to sit down in your own apartment. "Wish I could get back inside, though; I lost my keys." "No kidding. You checked all your pockets?" "Yeah, the idea occurred to me." "You want me to let you in?" "If you don't mind." "Sure thing." Juxtaposing your own yearning to sit down, he's more than eager to get up and move around. "Where do you think you lost them?" "I'm not ruling out that they were stolen." "Stolen? Man, in this city I wouldn't be surprised." He shudders. \ <<if $Week2.Car>>"You've had some awful luck this week. First your car being smashed, then this." "Don't remind me." From what you remember the car rental douche saying, there's a significant fee if you lose your key. There's some more money out of your pocket. <</if>>\ \ "Well, getting a new key should be easy. Just stop by the head office on Monday when they're open. Until then," he buzzes open the main entrance with his master key card, and leads the way to your apartment. "It's a good thing I'm here." "I don't know what I'd do without you." He unlocks your apartment door just a second before your artificial charm would run out, and promptly collapse onto your couch. Your Admirer has pictures of you tied up and in panties, and you were so closing to seeing them. Your body is exhausted, and now you have to go begging your "friend" to return your keys. Well, maybe that can wait until tomorrow. [[Home<-...][$H += 1]]

"$Jam?" $Henry coughs, clearly having just been woken up. "What the hell do you want?" "A ride." "Fuck off." "That's what I'm trying to do. Away from where I am right now." "I've got better things to do than haul your ass around. Get yourself a girlfriend if that's what you want." "Is your mom still single?" You can't help yourself with the comeback, even if it's doing you no favors in convincing $Henry. "Come on, buddy, I'm in a tough spot right now." "Unless you're naked in the middle of nowhere, I'm sure you can get yourself out of it." "Actually-" "-why the hell are you naked in the middle of nowhere?" "It's a long story. You can find out the rest if you come pick me up." "Ah, shit. You owe me one, though." "Whatever, just get your ass to Hedesrby Woods. And bring some clothes." With your way home confirmed, you take what's worth it from the pile of clothing, which isn't much, and then make your way back to the makeshift parking lot. Not quite on the natural path, but a dozens meters to the side, in case you run into anyone. When you're just short of the parking lot, you hide behind a bush until $Henry arrives. [[2-7 Ride Henry 2<-...]]

<<set $Clothes.Top to 22>>\ <<set $H to 9, $M to 15>>\ You spy $Megan arriving in her crumby Fiax 550 - a model of car you might actually have some respect for, given it's deceptively strong engine. Sadly, the makers' decision to market the thing towards females in their 20's has all but made it a women's car. At least it's not pink, though red still isn't the manliest color. The bush comes up to slightly above your waist, and so when $Megan gets out of her car sees you, some modesty is retained. Then again, this is $Megan, and her opinion is about as important as the leaves beneath your feet. "Oh, there you are." She laughs dryly. "What's the story?" "Did you bring me a change of clothes?" "They're in the car." She leans over into the passenger seat to retrieve them, before bringing striding over to you. Positioning your hand in her path, just before you can see how little you're wearing, you stop her. "Hold on - you can hand me them from there." "Oh. Alright." $Megan leans over the bush, making it clear that she's maintaining eye contact as she does. The clothes pass from her hands to yours, and then you shoo her away. There's two items, and very little fabric between them. One, the larger of the pair, is a white t-shirt, which has a very soft texture to it. The second is a pair of black gym shorts, with the classic white stripe down the side. "What the hell? $Megan, I asked for clothes." "They are!" "Didn't you have anything...manlier?" "Between me and Laura? That was the closest thing to manly we have." "You're telling me you have no pants?" "Well, we do, but they're pretty tight. I figured you'd prefer the shorts." You step into them and pull the slim amount of fabric up to your waist. "I have underwear longer than this." "Do they fit alright, at least?" "Yeah, I suppose." "They're Laura's. She's been really working on her lower half at the gym." "Fascinating." Next, you maneuverer your arms and shoulders into the t-shirt. It takes much more effort to be equipped than the shorts. And oddly, though also logically, it fits fine at the shoulders, but there's a cloud of fabric around your chest. It's also a v neck style, and it goes beyond the level of deep men's clothing allows. Suffice to say, it's a bizarre look, with the shorts leaving you looking like your fashion came from 80's workout tapes, and your top half wishing for a rack that's nowhere to be found. "You couldn't have got something along the way?" "I suppose, but then I'd leave you waiting longer." Ignoring her excuses, you get into the passenger seat, and she follows suit to take you back home - and herself back to sleep. <<if $MeganD.Know gte 2>>[[2-7 Ride Megan 3 Already<-...]]\ <<else>>[[2-7 Ride Megan 3 Don't Know<-...]]<</if>>

"So?" $Megan leads, rather presumptuously. "What happened?" You feel pathetic enough in the clothing; recounting the tale of your bondage and humiliation isn't your idea of fun. Then again, despite your understandable frustration, you can still think pragmatically. And explaining to $Megan what happened allows you to not only go through the events again, which an attention to detail, thus allowing you spot anything you might have missed. But it gives you a chance to see $Megan's reaction. And if her small brain is the mastermind behind all this, you might get some kind of hint from her reaction. "It's to do with this Admirer." "Well, duh." She chortles. "I figured that out myself. But what happened exactly?" "A //friend// betrayed me." \ <<if $Week1.Strip is 10>>$Megan's familiar with $Henry, but you don't feel a need to name the friend in question. After all, you can't rule out that they're working together.\ <<elseif $Week1.Strip is 7>> "Two of them, in fact."\ <<else>>$Megan's more than familiar with $Allen, of course, and to a far less extent, $Henry. However, you're not compelled to mention that is what them who did this to you. With that fact, your secretary might run wild with suggestion, and end up making the knowledge available to everyone in the office.<</if>> "So they put you in the panties, and left you out there?" "Not quite. They tied me up last night, and I wasn't freed until about half an hour ago." "You were tied up?" She gasps in visible horror, slightly more so than she does when the printer stops working. "Are you okay? It was really cold last night; do you feel ill at all?"q "I'm fine." "My cousin was hiking on a mountain once, and he said that it got so cold that he thought he was going crazy. Did you start seeing anything?" "No, I didn't." "What about your arms and legs? Do they all fe-" "$Megan. I'm fine." She pauses, and rather than realize why she was annoying you, considers what to bother you with next. Before she has the chance, you continue the story. "And then, after putting a blindfold on me and leaving, my Admirer paid me a visit." "They did? Who are they?" "I don't know." "Did they say anything about what they wanted?" "Nothing like that, no. Just "good girl"." "Hmm," $Megan smiles. "What?" "It's nothing." "What's nothing?" "Well, I also heard that last night, but go on. So they said nothing else?" "Not a thing. Just that, they took a couple pictures, and then left." "At least with the blindfold on, the pictures won't look like they're off you, I guess." "...yes, I suppose you're right." Maybe you had realized that at some point in the night, but now, with a few hours of (admittedly poor) sleep, it's a welcome thought. "I still have no idea what they want with those pictures, though. Or what they want with me." $Megan keeps her eyes on the road as she formulates a reply. There's little worth saying, though. She seems clueless as to who Your Admirer is, and you've spent so much time consider it that you're tired of the subject. "You know, if you had told me how cold you were, I would have brought you a coat." [[2-7 Ride Megan 4<-...]]

"So," $Megan begins uncertainly, but with the same bullish subtlety she approaches things at the office. "What exactly happened?" <<link Explain>> <<replace "#convo1">>"I have a stalker." "A stalker? Really?" She sounds more excited than...what on earth should be feeling at this news? "Kind of. An "Admirer". I have no idea who they are, or what they want." "Sounds romantic. Have they been sending you flowers?" "No. Far from it." You relay everything that's happened in the past 2 weeks involving Your Admirer. The panties, the invitation, your convincing of a friend that they should wear the panties, the bright light at the cabin. More recently, how that friend got back at you, ending with you tied up wearing those panties, and Your Admirer paying you a visit whilst you were blindfolded. "I don't know. Maybe it's a weird girl who doesn't know how to talk to guys." "$Megan, forget any ideas that it's romantic." "How can you be sure?" "It's just not." But how do you know? Let me tell you something about romance, sir. When me and Laura first matched on our dating app, I thought she was acting really cold. I could barely get two words out of her. I still decided to ask her on a date, thinking it was worth a shot. And wouldn't you know it? She said yes. And when we had our date, you know what? She wouldn't stop talking. Turns out, she was really new to dating women, and something about it being over text just made it hard for her. But in person, we hit it off immediately." "From my conversation with her earlier today, are you sure you weren't just messaging her in the morning? I get the impression she's not the chattiest this side of the clock." "Point is, I thought she was completely disinterested in me, but people just express interest like that in different ways. Underwear is Your Admirer's version of flowers." "Right." It's an appealing thought, but one you're not naïve enough to buy into. And at the very least, if an idea originates from $Megan, it can be dismissed almost immediately. [[2-7 Ride Megan 4<-...][$MeganD.Know to 3]] <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "Lie">> <<replace "#convo1">>"Well, I was strolling through the woods when this gangs of criminals assaulted me. There must have been at least 10 of them, all wearing ski masks, and some with clubs or crowbars. They tied me up, and took all my clothing. For whatever reason, one of them wanted to make me wear the panties. Then the assholes took my car keys, and left me there." "Oh my God. Why didn't you call the police?" "That can wait until tomorrow." "I can't believe that could happen to you. I'm so sorry." She takes her eyes of the road for a second to inspect you further. "You don't look hurt, at least." "I've got thick skin." "You know, I'd never guessed you were a walker." "Well. I am." "And they didn't take your phone, either. Why didn't they take that?" Shrugging, you sigh. "I don't know." "Maybe they thought it'd track them. Me and Laura always share our location with each other." Her eyes light up. "Maybe you should do something like that, you know? In case you ever get attacked again." "I'm going to concentrate on not being attacked in the first place." [[2-7 Ride Megan 4<-...]]<</replace>> <</link>>

<<set $H to 9, $M to 35>>\ You guide $Megan directly outside your apartment complex. Given her ineptitude in most things, it's a miracle you're back safely, though you could have also returned much sooner if she'd taken as much discretion as you do with the amber lights. "You have a good rest of your Sunday." "Yeah yeah." It's probably going to be spent recovering from your horrible sleep, and pondering just how Your Admirer will bother you next. At least you can do that on a sprawling couch, as opposed to the brutal wilderness. "You might wanna get ahead on work. From what I hear, it's going to be a busy week in the office." "And what exactly have you heard?" It can't be that you're being excluded from emails. More likely, $Megan is spending too much time by the water cooler. "Oh, just some rumors, you know." She smiles as you exit the car. "I'll see you tomorrow!" [[2-7 Ride Apartment<-...]]

<<set $Clothes.Top to 21>>\ <<set $H to 9, $M to 15>>\ Miss $Dessel arrives in her G-Series. And while you would love to focus on the details of such a sexy car, your focus is instead captured by the driver. Stepping out of the vehicle, this is the first time you've seen her in something other than work wear. The dresses you're used to seeing her in don't do those legs justice. A similar thing can be said about her tits. You stand up and wave at her, the height of the foliage blocking sight of everything below your waist. "$Jam - what exactly have I missed? There wasn't a work party in the woods that I was neglected from, was there?" "Not quite." You're in no rush to share the embarrassing details, though it may be necessary sooner rather than later. "How about you hand me something to wear, and we can get out of here." "I hope you're happy with my styling." She leans into the passenger side of her car, retrieving a black cloud of fabric that she then, accurately, tosses in your direction. Catching it comes effortlessly. "Thanks." Extricating the two items from each other, you realize it's a heavy sweatshirt and sweatpants, the former of which has a university emblem on, though it's heavily faded from wear and washing. "You're not going to ask me to look away, are you?" Swiftly, you pull the sweatpants up your legs. On you, they're tight, and a little constricting. As a result of that, your cock is quite pronounced in the pants. Hopefully the dark color while disguise in somewhat. Then again, it's not like you're ashamed of your mighty meat stick. Stepping out from the behind the bush, you allow Miss $Dessel a chance to see you topless - a rare treat allowed only to sex ladies, and your tailor. Maybe a few months ago the sight would have sent her swooning, but your currently non existent gym schedule has ensured that won't be happening. Still, it's a better sight than the majority of men have to show off. The display ends when you pull the top over your head. This piece, at least, doesn't outline your body so intimately. "Let's get going." She waves you into the passenger's seat. <<if $DesselD.Know gte 2>>[[2-7 Ride Dessel 3 Already<-...]]\ <<else>>[[2-7 Ride Dessel 3 Don't Know<-...]]<</if>>

Since you opened up to Miss $Dessel last week, about the panties, and the bizarre first invitation to the forest, there's not much point in lying now. In fact, it's beneficial. Even in your tired, frustrated state, you can see that. Not only does retelling the story give you a chance to go over the details, and spot something you may have missed, but it gives you a chance to see Miss $Dessel's reaction. Because if she is behind this, she might let something slip herself. "It's to do with this Admirer." "Somehow, I thought it might be. So what happened, exactly?" "A friend...led me here, under false pretences. They left me tied up overnight in nothing but those panties." "That's some friend." <<if $Week1.Strip is 10>>"Yeah, a real asshole, right?"\ <<elseif $Week1.Strip is 7>>"Yeah. A real pair of them."\ <<else>>"Yeah." You omit that it was $Allen. One thing you really don't need is this being brought up in the office. Just one person overhearing who shouldn't, and Your Admirer might become the talk of the entire company.<</if>> "And then, worst of all, my Admirer visited me." "Really?" She looks surprised. "Who were they? What'd they say?" "I have no clue, and not much. I was wearing a blindfold, and I could only make out a silhouette. They did say one thing to me, though." "What was that?" ""Good girl"." She hums a sound of surprise. "Whoever they are, they sound real interesting. Did you get anything else?" "Nothing." "Surely there's something worthwhile." "Like what?" "I don't know." She sighs, not coming close to the levels of frustration you're at. "How exactly do you know your admirer visited you?" "You're not seriously trying to suggest it was someone else who said "good girl"." "Indulge me." "Well, I heard their footsteps, and then they leaned right next to my ear and said it." "Couldn't you tell whether it was a man or a woman?" "It was a whisper." "But even then, can't you take a guess." "Not a good one; you'd be better off flipping a coin." "Wait a minute - you're talking about them like there was just one person. Are you sure about that?" "Of course I am." "How?" "I just," you scramble to search your memories. It was an assumption that there was only one Admirer there, but is that the only possibility? Then again, your instinct is often right. "The footsteps I heard. It had to be one person." "And that's who you think is behind this? One man, or woman, or whoever?" "Yes." Staring out the side window, you spot a dog investigating a turned over log. Trailing a half a dozen meters behind, there's a man carry a lead. "I think so." [[2-7 Ride Dessel 4<-...]]

"So? Do I really have to ask again what happened?" <<link Explain>> <<replace "#convo1">>"I have a stalker." "Okay," she replies, elongating the word long past what is reasonable. "How do we go from that to you being naked in the wood?" You relay everything that's happened in the past 2 weeks involving Your Admirer. The panties, the invitation, your convincing of a friend that they should wear the panties, the bright light at the cabin. More recently, how that friend got back at you, ending with you tied up wearing those panties, and Your Admirer paying you a visit whilst you were blindfolded. "Fascinating." Miss $Dessel nods, either unsure or just thinking about your tale. "Of all the possibilities I had, that's not one of them." "I wasn't expecting my time to be occupied with this, either." "They must want something, all of this is far too complicated to be just a prank." "Right. But-" "-you don't know what." "Exactly." "After they found you in the forest, do you think they'll be sending you anything else?" "Of course they will." Probably to brag about how they manipulated you into that position, and hang those photos over you. But what about after that? "Well," she coughs, clearly wanting to distract you from the topic. "My weekend wasn't nearly so interesting. I was actually supposed to have a date yesterday." "What happened?" "He stood me up." "Asshole." And an idiot, too. Someone as hot as Miss $Dessel probably has no shortage of date opportunities. The guy in question would have to be a world class moron to abandon plans like that. "Apparently his mom was really sick, and he needed to take care of her. We made plans next week instead. So it seems like we both had a bad one this weekend." "It sure does." The two hardly compare, of course. Her inconvenience is nothing compared to your forest abandonment and humiliation, not too mention how tired your body still is. [[2-7 Ride Dessel 4<-...][$DesselD.Know to 3]] <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "Lie">> <<replace "#convo1">>"Well, I was strolling through the woods when this gangs of criminals assaulted me. There must have been at least 10 of them, all wearing ski masks, and some with clubs or crowbars. They tied me up, and took all my clothing. Then the assholes took my car keys, and left me there." You omit the fake details about the panties, since it's hardly necassary to add to your humiliation when Miss $Dessel is oblivious to it. "Oh my...why didn't you call the police?" "I couldn't reach it from how I was tied." "Right. So how were you able to call me." "Some guy who works in the forest found me like that." "Didn't //he// call the police?" "It's not worth wasting their time." "It certainly is." She insists, taking a more serious tone now. "Those kinds of people need teaching a lesson." "They wouldn't be found; there's nothing I could do to identify them." "That doesn't mean you shouldn't try." "Miss $Dessel, I've been through the ringer enough lately without needing to explain this to you. My body just wants a decent bed to sleep on, and I cannot be assed answering some detective's questions." She doesn't seem convinced, and continues driving. [[2-7 Ride Dessel Police<-...]]<</replace>> <</link>>

[img[Images/Office.jpg]] It's barely the beginning of the work week, and someone's already sending you emails. Ordinarily, it'll only be something from a secretary, or those ever tedious "go team" emails which can be immediately deleted. Today, however, it's something far more interesting. The sender is someone you're unfamiliar with - a literal "John Doe", and he has an appropriately dull email address. This email, however, has not just found its way to you, but hundreds of other contacts, all of whom work at Aralani. And what does John Doe want to share with you, and that many higher ups, secretaries and associates? Why, dozens of pictures of $Allen, of course. And just to make it clear to everyone who can't recognize that it's $Allen in the panties, John Doe has kindly printed the name of the captured gazelle, along with his formal title and floor number. Though it gives you an amazing chuckle to see $Allen exposed irrevocably, you don't ignore what it also means. Your Admirer is far from all bark with no bite. Had it been you who exited the cabin in the panties, you could easily be the butt of the executives' jokes. "Sir?" $Megan peaks her head inside your office, drawing you out of your gleeful stupor. Miss $Dessel is behind her, and they don't wait for a response before entering. "What is it?" "You've seen the email, right?" Miss $Dessel shuts the door behind her. "God, I feel so bad for him. Not only to have people learn about that type of thing, but for them to be your colleagues, too." "Important ones, as well." Your boss adds. "I can't believe something like this could happen." "Do you think he knows? Was he sent the email?" "He was." You scroll to his name in the recipient list. In fact, he's second from the top. You're first. "I feel awful." "$Jam - we need to do whatever we can to make sure the higher ups know how valuable he is. I'm not letting him be fired over something like this." "Of course. I'll start sending emails right away." After you made the empty promise to $Allen, doing again shouldn't be as sweet as it is. "$Megan, I've got some meetings later on. Can you join me instead of him? Let's no put him in the spotlight straight away." "Certainly." The duo leave with their agreed upon plan. Hopefully a day without $Megan bothering you hourly might mean a chance to actually get some work done. [[Week 3 Office<-...]]

[img[Images/Office.jpg]] A trio of well dressed, well groomed men are welcomed into your office by $Megan. The center and right one both take an unsubtle look at her ass as it jiggles out the room. You know them all. Greg, Roger and Mark, from left to right. They're tolerable enough people who all have good taste in women and bars, and their sports opinions are similarly appreciable. Due to your differing floor numbers, there's never much reason to associate with each other, outside of large, corporate events. So what brings them to your office now? "Dude, you've got to check this out." Greg fiddles with his phone, and Roger steps in to clarify the situation, in between chuckles. "You know $Henry, right?" "$Henry? Yeah, I know him." "Shit's hilarious." "See what?" "Here." Greg stands close beside you, and the other two huddle on either side to review whatever it is that's captured their giddy attention. The image isn't clear at first. Or rather, it takes a moment for you to realize just what's captured. Before, you saw it from the rear, but now, you get to see $Henry in the panties from the camera's view, complete with the bright illumination of the light. "What a fucking loser." "Can you believe he was wanting to hang around us?" "Shit, I'd forgotten about how clingy he was. And those suits he would wear?" "Where'd he get them from, a museum?" "Those pictures-" "Hilarious, right?" "Yes, sure. But where exactly did you get them from?" "My buddy Troy works in the same place. There was a company wide email with dozens of these pictures. Look," he scrolls through his recent images, showing dozens of separate images of the same exposed $Henry. And just like that, a career is ruined. It's only Monday morning, and the news of $Henry's supposed sissyness has already propagated to other companies, working its way to you. Greg, Roger and Mark, who were all roughly equal to you and $Henry a day ago, have already turned against him, condemning his choice in suits and cars. His boss will have the same response, with the added input of just how soon to fire $Henry, or if he should instead be kept around as the company punching bag. He'll never see a promotion or raise, and if he wanted any chance at a successful career, he'd have to move to a different city. Just one wrong corporate event, though, and he'd be humiliated all over again. Curiously enough, you're cut out of all the images, though the aspect ratio makes it clear you were definitely captured in the original image. "Sissy was probably checking us out the entire time, and we never even knew it." Mark cringes. "You know, he was awful eager to go to the gym with me." "Bet he would have wanted you to show there, too." "Probably give you some extra slippery soap while he's at it." "$Jam? You alright there?" Greg waves a hand in your face. "Don't worry, man. It'll be the weekend again soon enough." "Oh, right." You shake your head and rub your forehead. "Yeah, yeah. Just a wild one on Sunday, that's all." "Hey, didn't they finally replace Matt?" "A couple weeks ago." "Shit, how's the replacement?" "Hot." "Hotter than that secretary of yours?" "Check her out for yourself; her office is only on the other side of the floor." Greg looks again at his phone, which still has the images of $Henry lighting the screen. "Nah, we've got too many people to talk to." Following his role as the natural leader of the group, he heads for the door. "Hey, how's things going with that fiancé of yours?" "We separated." "Oh. Hey, plenty more fish in the sea, though." Through the glass wall, you spy them giggling, and examining the pictures yet again. [[Week 3 Office<-...]]

<<set $H to 9, $M to 35>>\ Soon enough, Miss $Dessel is parked outside your apartment, and you've never be so happy to see the place. "How are you going to get in without your keys?" "Don't worry about that." She gives you a smile. "I hope you find out who's behind all this." "Maybe I'll get lucky and they'll send me a business card this week." "Hey, forget about a business card. They might have gotten lost in the forest and be stuck there." You'd laugh if you had the energy, so you offer her a grimaced smile instead. "I'll see you tomorrow." [[2-7 Ride Apartment<-...]]

You'd given Miss $Dessel your address, and had assumed that she could be trusted to navigate there without your constant supervision, allowing you a much appreciated opportunity to close your eyes and get some micro Z's. That's why you're surprised to be outside a police station when the vehicle comes to a stop. "What are w...I told you this wasn't necessary." "And what if they do it to someone else, hmm?" "How is my submission of a police report going to change that? I already told you I don't know what they look like." "Maybe a second victim has a better look at them, and your details help the police realize they've done it to other people." "Miss $Dessel," you sigh, realizing just what an ordeal lying has got you in. Everything last night was bad enough - you don't need this, too. "I know you're new to the city, but crimes don't get solved here. You're better off just not going out at night. And if something does happen, chalk it up as a loss, and move on." She turns the engine off and take out the key. "I'm your boss, $Jam." Infuriatingly, she unbuckles her seat belt and exits the car, speaking to you from the gap between the door and frame. "Come on. The sooner we do this, the sooner it's over." "You're only the boss-" she shuts the door on you mid conversation "in the office." With her refusing to take you home, you're stuck. Either you go with her, or head home the hard way. It should only be a 20 minute walk - 20 minutes which your body could probably stomach. Then, a horrendous thought occurs to you: what if she submits the report herself, or hands them your details to give you a visit? Miss $Dessel certainly seems insistent enough. The police stopping by your office isn't a great look for the company, and will only get further eyes on you. And if the police sense your skepticism, will they assume you're omitting details, maybe because you actually had a role in something that went south? It's difficult to be sure, especially when your brain is still hampered by a lack of sleep and abundance of frustration. And so, whilst not pleased with the decision, you exit the car and catch up to Miss $Dessel, who's expectantly waiting at the foot of the building's steps. "Good." [[2-7 Ride Dessel Police 2<-...]]

<<set $H to 9, $M to 30>>\ Taking your role as the gentleman, Miss $Dessel opens the door for you into the police station, before marching you up to the front desk. "We need to report a crime." The receptionist, who's in a police uniform (rather unnecessarily, you feel), nods. "Tell me what happened." Your boss nods in your direction, as if giving you permission to speak. "I was walking in the woods when..." you repeat the same details that you initially gave to Miss $Dessel. It's tedious to have to tell the fictious story again, and you're as vague as possible. Ideally, the woman will dismiss you quickly, say they'll be in touch, and never follow up. Sadly, Miss $Dessel seems prone to dramatizing details. "How many hours were you tied up?" "I don't know, it's blurry. It might have been a couple hours, maybe more." "And you say there was a dozen of them? Are you certain there was that many?" "I'm not sure. It was probably less." "Less? You told me in the car there might have been 18." "Well, like I say, I'm really not sure." You try to put some venom in your voice to get your boss to shut up, but she's not picking up on it. You should have never embellished on those details. "They stole your car keys, but not your phone?" "Yeah, I was wondering about that." You shrug innocently. "I don't know why either." "Weird." "I'll need your contact details, and someone will reach out to you if we have any more questions." "Of course." Taking a piece of paper off a stack from the corner of her desk, you scribble in your address, email, and "phone number", with a coy misplacement of numbers. "Oh, $Jam!" Miss $Dessel interrupts. "You got the 2 and the 5 mixed up. And shouldn't that 1 be a 7." The receptionist's expression doesn't change from the stoic painting since you first walked in, but you can imagine she's getting just a little suspicious. "Are you sure?" One last time, you summon up any amount of dominance to put in your tone, but your boss remains immune. "Yes, look," pointlessly, she points at the digits. "Here, give me the pen." And she writes the number in clearly, in large, bold characters. "Thank you." "Come on, $Jam. Let's get you home." [[2-7 Ride Dessel Police 3<-...]]

<<set $H to 11, $M to 30>>\ The rest of the journey is quite, except for when your boss bugs you with questions like "don't you feel better now?". You opt not to say the truth, which is that she's only ruined you mood further. Eventually, she parks her car outside your apartment, and you rush to leave, lest she think it's a good idea to ask strangers in the street if they've seen a gang of hoodlums, last seen jingling your keys. "Will you still be coming to work tomorrow?" "Of course I will." You snap back, and she only now seems to realize that her "helpful" attitude might be unwelcome. "You've gone through something traumatic, $Jam. The company will understand if you take some time off." "I'm fine. Really." She shrugs, and drives off. [[2-7 Ride Apartment<-...]]

"$Jam? What the hell do you want?" "A favor." "You ruined my relationship with my sister. Why would I do you any favors?" "I did take that DNA test." "Congratulations. Do you want a medal?" "Not quite. A ride." "Now?" "Or as soon as you can get here." "I'm too tired for this. Get a taxi, asshole." "You know, I've read one DNA test isn't entirely reliable. Apparently they need more samples to be sure." "You're full of shit." "No, it's true. We had a contract recently with a big medical company, and their representative was telling me that they're doing research to make the tests better, but right now, to be sure of a baby's father, they need 2 samples. One from the mouth, and one from the crotch." "I don't believe you." "Fine, but don't expect me to give you that sample for free when it's inevitably an issue." There's a wildly satisfying pause, and you prepare to get your way. "So you'll give me a sample of your crotch if I give you a ride, or whatever it is you want?" "I'd say you're getting the better end of the deal." "Where are you?" "Hedesrby Woods." "What the hell are you doing there?" "Never mind that, just get here." "And bring some clothes-" She hangs up. "Well that was easy enough, dumb bitch. How the hell do $Amy and her have the same parents?" With your way home confirmed, you take what's worth it from the pile of clothing, which isn't much, and then make your way back to the makeshift parking lot. Not quite on the natural path, but a dozens meters to the side, in case you run into anyone. When you're just short of the parking lot, you hide behind a bush until $Kylie arrives. [[2-7 Ride Kylie 2<-...]]

<<set $H to 9, $M to 15>>\ $Kylie arrives in her Fiax 220 - a decent car spoiled on a woman who you're constantly surprised has a license. The bush comes up to slightly above your waist, and so when $Kylie gets out of her car sees you, some modesty is retained. Then again, this is $Kylie, and her opinion is about as important as the leaves beneath your feet. "Why the hell are you naked?" "It's a long story." "Then shorten it." "You weren't saying that a couple weeks ago." $Kylie rolls her eyes. "Are you getting in the car or what?" "Where's those clothes?" "I don't know, where are your clothes?" "Not my clothes. The ones I told you to bring." "You didn't tell me to bring any clothes." "Yes I did." "No you didn't." "Yes, I did. At the end of the call." "Looks like you didn't say it fast enough." "Dumb-" you cut yourself off. She can't listen to instructions, but there's no need to make the ride any more painful than it's certainly going to be. "Well I'm naked, so how do you expect me to get from your car back to my apartment?" "Figure that out yourself, genius." "I'm not doing that 2nd DNA test without any clothes." "Oh, this is typical behavior from you. How often do you think I had to hear my sister cry to me about how uncompromising you were?" "How times do you think I had to tell her that you were a moron?" "Look, I'll stop by a store on the way and get you something. Happy?" "Finally, you're using your brain." A solution to the problem and an end to the argument makes you so thankful that $Kylie does in fact have a brain, that you step out from behind the bush to get in the car. That's when she sees you in the panties. "Oh. My God." [[2-7 Ride Kylie 3<-...]]

"No fucking way! $Amy never told me you were a crossdresser." "I'm not a crossdresser." You stomp into the passenger seat, and she giddily gets in the driver's, as if you didn't feel emasculated enough. "I would have never slept with you if I knew did this kind of thing." "You slept with me because I'm charming and have a big dick, and those things are still true." "But now you're wearing panties...like a widdle girl." Her taunting gets so infuriating that she decides it can only be topped by poking you in your side. "What style do you normally go for? Are you a bikini kind of girl?" "Will you shut up and drive?" Thankfully, she does stick her key in the ignition, and pull away. Sadly, that doesn't preclude her from talking, and she wastes no time in reminding you of that. "You know, I normally prefer thongs. Have you ever tried them?" Turning toward her, the face she's wearing might as be a punching bag. Not that you do hit her - but if she keeps winding you up..."No. I haven't." "That's a shame. You might like something up your ass." She laughs when you reflexively cringe at the remark. \ <<if $Clothes.Panties is 1>>"And that color! Such a pretty shade of pink. Aww, that's the shade your cheeks are turning. You don't have to be embarrassed, $Jam. I won't tell anyone." She doesn't even try to keep a straight face."\ <<elseif $Clothes.Panties is 2>>"And what a girly shade. Were your pink knickers in the wash? Hey, pink! That's the color your cheeks are turning. But there's no need to be embarrassed, $Jam. I won't tell anyone." She doesn't even try to keep a straight face."<</if>> "You wouldn't even understand what happened if I told you." "No, go ahead, please. So did your boyfriend fuck you in the forest and then leave you there? Or did you want to go for a walk in just the panties, and realized you'd lost your keys?" "There was thing gang of thugs who attacked me." "Was this before or after you had the panties on?" "Before." "Right. So what happened? They made you wear panties and put on some lipstick?" "There were a dozen of them, $Kylie. How was I supposed to defend myself?" "I'm betting they went easier when you had the panties on. You know, cause you would have looked like a girl." "Think whatever you want. I don't have to explain a thing to you." "God, my dad is going to laugh his ass off when he hears about this." "Your dad?" And that's $Amy's dead, too. If he gets wind of this, so will she, surely. "Don't tell him, $Kylie." "I won't do it deliberately. But you know how //stupid// I can be." She waves a finger beside her head for dramatic effect. "I'm such a ditz sometimes." "$Kylie, please. After what we did to $Amy, I don't think that man needs more reason to hate me." "No, but a chance to laugh at you? How could anyone resist?" "Think about it. If you mention you've seen me in panties, what's that going to imply?" "I don't know. What?" "That we had sex again." "Nonsense. He knows I wouldn't do that." "He probably thought that originally. And think about just how crazy this story is. I called you from the woods, were I was naked except for the panties? Like anyone would believe that." "My dad's smart." "Which is why he'll think it's ridiculous. No, he'd think we had sex again, and if he was pissed at //you// before, watch him block your number now. Never mind how $Amy would react if she thought we were sleeping together regularly. I don't think she'd ever forgive you." "...alright. Fine. I won't tell him." "Good." "But they do look sooo cute!" [[2-7 Ride Kylie 4<-...]]

<<set $H to 9, $M to 35>>\ $Kylie parks outside of a supermarket, and takes the keys with her. "Alright, pantyboy. What do you want, a dress?" "No. Get me some pants and a t-shirt." "What about a bra to match them panties?" "Just get the clothes, will you?" She slams the car door, and you have a small bit of reprieve from her onslaught of insults veiled as compliments. It's possible that $Amy might have been preferable to her sister when it comes to getting a ride home. It's annoying to not only be stranded in the forest in panties, and have $Kylie mock you for it, but now to have to wait for her to return, and be victim to whatever cruel joke she might play in the form of purchased clothes - it's brutal. A few weeks ago, you were fucking her brains out, and making her moan in her family home. Your Admirer has truly done something horrible to you. Until she gets back, there's little for you to do, except maybe close your eyes and get a few minutes of sleep. <<linkreplace "...">>... You wake up to a loud knocking on the window to your side. Shaking your head free of any cobwebs, you roll the window down. It's a cop. Well, not an actual cop, but a parking one. Why they'd even give him a uniform is a mystery. "You alright there, buddy?" "Fantastic." From his angle, he might be able to see the panties you're wearing, but you can't draw any attention to them in case he hasn't. He can certainly see you're topless, however, which isn't against the law. "I can see you've not got a ticket. You planning on sleeping any longer?" "That'd depend on how long my //friend// is going to take." "Is he the driver?" "She is, yes." "Well, it's illegal to be parked here without a ticket, even if there's someone still in a car. You're going to have to tell her to get back soon." "Right, of course." He's begins marching off, but you've got a far better idea. A chance for revenge, even if it's uninspired. "Actually, why don't you go ahead and give her a ticket?" When he turns around, his face of confusion is almost laughable. "You want her to get a ticket?" "To tell you the truth, it's far from the first time she's done this kind of thing. In fact, just last week, she flipped off a mall cop when he threatened to give her a ticket, and she drove right off before he could. Called him a joke, and asked why they'd even bother giving him a uniform. I think she needs to learn some respect." "I see. Well, like I say, it is against the law to be parked without a ticket. So it looks like I'll be writing your friend a ticket after all." Eagerly, he does just that. "How long did you say you've been parked like this?" "It's been a few hours now. Is there an extra fine because of that?" "Oh, there sure is." "Such a shame." He tears the scrap of paper off the pad. "Can I trust you to give this to your friend?" "Happily." After handing it you, he trots off. [[2-7 Ride Kylie 5<-...]] <</linkreplace>>

<<set $H to 10, $M to 20>>\ <<set $Clothes.Top to 25>>\ Only a couple minutes later, $Kylie returns. With 2 bags of shopping. Just how long were you asleep for? "I'm sure you'll be happy with what I've got you, crossdresser." Somehow, her threat doesn't have the same weight as it did before. "A dress?" "Oh, no. I got you exactly what you wanted. A t-shirt and pants." "Really? That's so nice of you." "Y-yes, it is." She's obviously unsure what to take from your response, but searches inside one of the bag regardless. "Here." $Kylie hands you two items. One, a bright pink t-shirt. And the second, a bright pair of pink sweatpants. "Just as I asked for. Thanks." "What the hell's put you in a good mood?" "Oh, you know. Just realized that I'm truly blessed to have such a good friend like you." While she gets in the driver's seat and pulls out, you finally cover yourself. Legs first, and then the t-shirt. Surprisingly, she actually picked a decent size for each. Seems like a missed opportunity for added humiliation. Then again, she'll be regretting getting you anything soon enough. The bright pink color on such a frame as you have is certainly ridiculous, but for an outfit existing only to get you from car to apartment, it's tolerable. "Whilst you're here, let me ask you: do you have any advice for selecting a good color lipstick? I'm sure crossdressers like you have some tips I've not heard." "I'm sure whatever you pick, you'll gorgeous in." Her smiles recedes. "How accepting was $Amy of your dressing? Are you glad to have the house to yourself again, so you can get dolled up every night?" "Overjoyed." She tires repeatedly to push your buttons, but the parking ticket safely hidden until the right moment allows your cool to prevail. <<linkreplace "...">>... The journey from supermakert to apartment is less than 10 minutes, and you can barely hold in your excitement when she pulls over. "Now, when I message you about talking that crotch test, you better say yes." "Yes, yes. Of course." "Well?" She points outside the car and towards your apartment. "We're here." "Right. Thanks for the ride, $Kylie." You exit the car, and just before shutting the door, lean back in. "By the way, whilst you were busy shopping, some guy came up to the car." "What kind of guy? What did he want?" "For some reason, he wasn't happy with your parking. Apparently, you need a ticket, even if someone's still in the car. He wanted me to give you this." With an outstretched hand, you offer her the ticket. After snatching it, her face lights up, and you so wish you could capture her reaction in a painting. Because to say she's pissed would be an understatement equal to saying being tied up in the forest was a mild inconvenience. "See you." [[2-7 Ride Apartment<-...]] <</linkreplace>>

<<set $Clothes.Top to 23>>\ <<set $H to 9, $M to 15>>\ $Henry arrives in his Lessad E-Series, which couldn't hold a candle to your vehicle. <<if $Week2.Car>>At least, when it's not in the shop. <</if>> Despite a single character of difference, it's a night and day distinction. He might as well be driving a go kart instead. "Alright, Taint Licker, where are you?" The bush comes up to slightly above your waist, and so you can stand without him seeing the panties. "You bring them clothes?" "I got the clothes. You got a story?" "Clothes first." He tosses a pair of shorts and a vest in your direction. Thankfully, they seem to be washed, and so you waste no time in putting them, renewing your modesty. Now, you can step out from behind the bush. "Get in." $Henry demands, returning to his car. "I can't wait for this." <<if $HenryD.Know gte 2>>[[2-7 Ride Henry Already<-..]]\ <<else>>[[2-7 Ride Henry Don't Know<-...]]<</if>>

"Details. I want them all." $Henry's questions begin from the moment you're in the passenger seat and he pulls out. With how you told him the story before, it's hardly a problem to fill him in on the most recent details. "It's to do with My Admirer. Still." "What does she want now?" "Well, I actually went to the forest a week ago to meet them. They weren't there, but when this stupid watch asked me to wear the panties outside, and I convinced $Allen to wear them instead. Next thing you know, a giant light turns on and takes a bunch of pictures of him in them. Then I come back to the forest this weekend, and $Allen persuades me to handcuff myself to a tree after I've stripped and put on the panties." "Hold on," $Henry interupts. "This is the same $Allen we're talking about? Twink boy from your office?" "That's the one." "So he's going with you to meet this weirdo chick, and I'm not?" "Stop making it about you. Anyway, once the cuffs are on, he puts this blindfold on me, and I'm stuck there for hours. At some point, My Admirer pays me a visit." "But you couldn't see them." "Yep." "Then what happened?" "They took a few pictures, then whispered in my ear." "What'd they say?" ""Good girl"." $Henry thinks about it for a while, then begins smiling. "You must have looked so dumb, tied up like that." "Yeah, I'm sure I did." "So what are you going to do to $Allen for tricking you like that?" "No clue." "Hey, you know what you should do?" "What's that?" "Tie him to a tree like that, then invite everyone from Aralani there." "That would be rather satisfying after this weekend." [[2-7 Ride Henry 4<-...]]

"Details. I want them all." $Henry's questions begin from the moment you're in the passenger seat and he pulls out. <<link Explain>> <<replace "#convo1">>"I have a stalker." "No you don't." He chuckles, shaking his head. "Come on, now. What happened?" "Well, they prefer the term "Admirer". I'm starting to think stalker is more accurate, though." "Alright, I'll bite. What's this "Admirer" done get you naked in the forest?" You relay everything that's happened in the past 2 weeks involving Your Admirer. The panties, the invitation, your convincing of $Allen that he should wear the panties, the bright light at the cabin. More recently, how he got back at you, ending with you tied up wearing those panties, and Your Admirer paying you a visit whilst you were blindfolded. "This is some kinky chick you've got on your tail, $Jam." "That's the best outcome, I'll give you that. Somehow, though, I don't buy it." "I'll tell you what your problem was: getting $Allen to wear the panties originally. This chick would've loved it if you did as she asked, rather than getting that twink to wear them. Hell, maybe that's why she hasn't shown up in the first place: you brought that guy on a date." "And yet, seeing how terrified he was when that light came on a week ago made it all worth it." "Oh, I can imagine it. Did he piss himself?" "Nearly, but not quite." "And why are you inviting him on these outings, but not me?" "You said I shouldn't have brought anyone." "Yeah, and you shouldn't have. But if you're going to do it anyway, bring me." "Well, I knew I could trick him into wearing the panties." "Ah, I see. And being the bastion of masculinity I am-" "-I knew you'd get an erection the moment you put them on, and I just didn't want to see that." "Yeah, right. Don't forget you're the one wearing them now, Taint Licker." [[2-7 Ride Henry 4<-...][$HenryD.Know to 3]] <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "Lie">> <<replace "#convo1">> "I was in an orgy." "Bull, and I cannot stress this enough, shit." "I was." "And I'm the Queen of France." "Seriously." "Alright, I believe you." "Good." "An exclusively male orgy, featuring the biggest, hairiest men, and twinks like you, to satisfy them. Why don't you tell me what actually happened?" "Alright, it wasn't quite an orgy." You could easily repeat the tale you gave the man in the forest, but why bother when you actually know $Henry, and making him jealous is so satisfying. "I met this girl at a bar last night. We were hitting it off, having a few drinks, and she was very desperate to have sex with me. But somehow she got in her head that we should do it outside, in nature." "And why would she think that?" He prods, skeptical. "I made a joke about it, and she clung to the idea. I'm guessing she had always wanted to do it. So we both drove out there, and we did it a good few times. I actually lost track of how many." "And you slept there?" "It wasn't a great night's sleep." That much is true, at least. "So how did you end up stranded, without your car keys, and naked?" "Well, we were a good bit drink when we got to the forest in the first place, and we were stripping whilst running - or as good as we could run drunk. I was throwing stuff everywhere." "So some shmuck is going to find your briefs whilst walking his dog?" "Probably." "Jeez. At least you had sex, though." "Oh, yeah, real good. Someone was fucked hard last night." [[2-7 Ride Henry 4<-...]]<</replace>> <</link>>

<<set $H to 9, $M to 35>>\ $Henry pulls up outside your building. "That'll be $12.50." "I appreciate the ride, $Henry." "You better, Taint Licker. I could still be in be-" "-yeah, yeah. I get it. Did my story at least make it worth getting a few less hour?" He churns his face in thought, considering the drive, your conversation, and the general greatness of sleep. "No." "Fuck you." Exiting the car, he doesn't waste any time in driving away, nearly colliding with another driver as he does. For his trouble, he gets a horn sounded in his direction. In turn, he flips said driver off. [[2-7 Ride Apartment<-...]]

<<set $H to 7, $M to 47>>\ <<set $H to 7, $M to 47>>\ "Wibt xn phfhm hpfiaqon hdre?" Your face can finally breath again as the sack is removed from your head. Slowly, last night's events come crawling back to you. \ Everything with $Henry and that prostitute, their bondage, and your blinded encounter with Your Secret Admirer. Right now, it must be the early morning on Sunday. "Christ, how long have you been left like this?" A voice asks, painfully loudly. It's bad enough that you didn't get a high quality 8 hours of sleep, and your neck and back are understandably crying for a decent surface to lay on; you certainly don't need the gravely voice of a man yelling at you. "I," you're immediately hit with a need for water, and have to clear your throat. "I don't know. A few hours." "Christ," he repeats, moving to the other side of the table. Based on the overalls, it's fair to assume he's employed by the forest. He probably uses the shed as a staging area for whatever work it is he does. The man tugs on the handcuffs roughly, and you're pulled into the tree. "Do you mind?" "Sorry." He pulls out a phone. "Let me call the police to get you out of this rope." "About time," you mumble, shaking your head. If $Henry had a decent bone in his body, he would have come back since last night. As the man begins pressing a few numbers on his phone, you have a violent realization, which you now realize is difficult to celebrate, or suffer through, without being able to move properly. Inviting the police here means answering why you're like this in the first place. That draws very much unwanted attention to the actions of Your Admirer. Issue 1 with that - you still don't know who they are, and if they're therefore the type of person you want to have arrested, or upset. Issue 2 - police reports about this being filed means there's a record of you wearing these panties, and being tied to a table, and that's not the type of thing you want leaving a trace. This old baffoon is bad enough, but it should be trivial to convince him to do as you want. "Wait!" "Wait?" "Don't bother wasting the police's time." "That's what they're for, son." //Condescending prick.// "They've got better things to do than rescue me from a table." "At 7am on Sunday? What crime do they have to stop at this hour?" "Any and all of it. Look, you work in the forest, right?" He pockets his phone, and gives you a nod. "I do." "It's not thick rope. I'm sure some shears can cut through it easily enough. Let's save some of our tax dollars and get out the old fashioned way." "And what about the guys who did this to you? You don't mind the police not going after them?" His assumption of events is understandable, and you opt not to fight it. "I couldn't help the police out even if they came. The assholes were all wearing ski masks." "I see." The man scratches his head, rolls his shoulders slightly, and inspects the handcuffs again. "A knife would do the trick - if you're sure." "Go ahead." [[2-7 Forest Trapped Table 2<-...]]

One by one, the man cuts the strands of rope free, and with each limb that can move freely, you breath a sigh of relief. "Stand up slowly, now. We don't want you falling over." "Yeah, yeah." Though you don't ask for it, he assists you off the table, and as much as the contact is irksome, it's also helpful, because your legs apparently need a moment to remember how to walk. "So, at what point did the women's underwear come into this?" He nods at your crotch. "Those damn gangsters." "They put them on you?" He replies, in clear disbelief. "What on earth would make them want to do that?" "I don't know." When he still doesn't seem sure, you change the tale a little. "There was a girl with them. She was egging them on, and I suppose they were all willing to do whatever she suggested." "Weird. Then again, when I was young, the prank was pantsing people. I suppose this is the same." "Right. Totally." The shackles eventually collapse off you wrists, and you're finally free. "Thanks for the help." "No worries," he chuckles to himself, doing his best to subtly eye your panties. "You have a good one." Searching the floor, $Henry evidently took all your clothes. The only thing left is your phone, which is better than nothing, but without anything to cover up with, getting home will be a pain. [[2-7 Ride 1<-...]]

You get in your car, drive to work, politely greet $Kelly, march into the elevator, ignore $Megan, and collapse into your office chair. [[Week 3 Office<-...]]

[img[Images/Office.jpg]] <<if $Day3 is 1 and $Week1.Strip is 10 and visted("2-7 Ride 1") and visited("3-1 Henry Exposed") is 0>>[[3-1 Henry Exposed<-...]]\ <<elseif $Day3 is 1 and $Week1.Strip is 8 and visited("2-7 Ride 1") and visited("3-1 Allen Exposed") is 0>>[[3-1 Allen Exposed<-...]]\ <<elseif $Day3 is 1 and $Week1.Strip is 9 and visited("3-1 Allen Return") is 0>>[[3-1 Allen Return<-...]]\ <<elseif $Day3 is 1 and visited("2-7 Ride 1")>>[[3-1 Keys<-...]]\ <<else>>[[EOC<-...]] <</if>>

"Package, sir." $Megan briefly pokes her inside your office and places a small envelope on your desk. It's evident from the most cursory of glances that there isn't any paper inside, though. Tearing the top off, you shake out the jingly contents. It's your keys. <<if $Week1.Forest is 4>>"If $Henry took them, why wouldn't he just hand me them back?" The answer quickly reveals itself with just a little thinking. "Because he didn't take them."\ <<elseif $Week1.Forest is 5>>"If $Allen took them, why wouldn't he just hand me them back?" The answer quickly reveals itself with just a little thinking. "Because he didn't take them."\ <<else>>"If $Henry and $Allen took them, why wouldn't they just hand me them back?" The answer quickly reveals itself with just a little thinking. "Because they didn't take them."<</if>> Along with the keys, there's a small picture, the size of a polaroid. Predicatably, it's you, from when you were tied up. And on the back, there's a small note. "Stuck", and then the date. If your Admirer is so insistent on screwing with you, it's curious that they wouldn't keep the keys. Indeed, that's something stressful today that you no longer have to worry about. Of course, you'll still have to get your car. [[Week 3 Office<-...]]