— Success chance: Cannot be failed.
— General results: Taylor will invite Aisha to join Madison and herself at lunch, allowing many more story opportunities to unfold for Aisha. Also provides one of the three available chances (two are necessary) to get Aisha’s number, allowing Taylor to interact with her during the school holidays.
[] Last Wednesday was pretty good—okay, it was really good—but as hot as it was, you can’t have Charlotte watching through the stacks every week. Well, maybe you could, but you’re not sure how you’d ever set that up. No—if you’re going to follow with your interest in the girl, you’re going to have to bring her into your clutches more directly. You might start by actually talking to her.
— Success chance: Cannot be failed.
— General results: Increases Charlotte’s Lust by 1. Taylor will attempt to flirt with Charlotte in Madison’s presence, continuing to use her powers on Charlotte. The combination of Madison doing absolutely nothing while watching it going on and Taylor’s manipulation of her emotions will encourage Charlotte to respond. Plays on Taylor’s mind control fetish more, while encouraging Charlotte’s own fantasies. Also provides one of the three available chances (two are necessary) to get Charlotte’s number, allowing Taylor to interact with her during the school holidays.
[] The sales at the local farmer’s market were pretty good this week, so Dad picked up some extra fruits and vegetables. You want to take the opportunity to cook him a really nice dinner for once, instead of another average meal, as thanks for being… being Dad.
— Success chance: Come on, Taylor isn’t that bad at cooking.
— General results: Danny will appreciate Taylor’s efforts. The conversation at dinner will segue into a discussion about their living arrangements, leading to Taylor asking Danny if she can move her bedroom to the basement for the extra space. Will begin the construction of Taylor’s new bedroom.
2.11
> Success chance: 80%.
> Necessary roll: 20. Rolled: 59. Success.
> Success chance: 50%
> Necessary roll: 50. Rolled: 37. No bonus success.
Spoiler: Winning Votes
[] You’re not quite sure what was going on there, but whatever you just felt, you know for a fact that it isn’t good. Emma is in a bad place right now, and if you’re being honest with yourself, you’re not sure if you’re helping or hurting. What you do know is that you can’t just sit back and watch her suffer. It might make you uncomfortable—no, it will make you uncomfortable, but you’re going to invite Emma over to your house on Monday afternoon.
[] Amy is working on Tuesday, so you’d like to go and visit her at the clinic—and spend some time doing your duties at the clinic, of course. You’re curious to see what Dr. Fitzgerald has for you this week, too, but mostly you just want to see Amy. Maybe you can arrange for another date with her? You’ve gone to the movies and the museum—maybe you could go out for lunch? You might even be able to set up a time to meet with her through the holidays and go on a more proper date. Maybe up to that bookstore in Boston. Monday arrives with a rumble of thunder and the light patter of rain. You give a resigned sigh as you go about your morning routine, blinking the last vestiges of sleep from your eyes and grumbling about not being able to go jogging that morning.
Classes are, as usual, boring. You spend more time through the day reading through your business textbooks than you do listening to your teachers, which is becoming less and less of an unusual occurrence. None of your teachers have even said anything yet.
After classes have finished for the day, you head to the library, a mixture of both anticipation and nervousness churning in your gut. You’d been sure that Madison would be happy to accept the choker when it was just an abstract idea, but now that it’s time to actually give it to her, you suddenly find yourself feeling a lot less certain.
It’s too late now, though. You’ve already engraved the tag, and the store’s return policy had explicitly stated that any alterations to the jewellery would prevent items from being able to be returned.
You arrive there slightly ahead of her, and take advantage of the minute or so your early arrival affords you to drop your bag by your table and quickly scout the library, checking if anyone else is in here. There’s something particular you would like Madison to do, and she’s probably going to refuse to do it if anyone else might be around to see. Thankfully, there’s nobody else in here; it’s just you, a newly arrived Madison, and the two librarians sequestered away in their office.
Madison doesn’t look surprised to see you here ahead of her, although normally she’s the one who gets here first. Your classes for the last periods of the day are usually much farther away from the library than hers are, but it’s easy for her to get held up in the rush of students or catching up on the last of her school notes, while you can head straight here immediately after the bell rings. You’ve told her before that you don’t want her scrambling to meet you if it means falling behind on her classwork; you want her to keep her grades up so she can go to college and pursue her degree in fashion design.
You pat your leg with an inviting grin. She returns the smile, blushing lightly, and hurries over so she can place her bag off to the side and rest herself on your lap, leaning back against you. Your arms automatically rise up to hold her in place, causing her to let out a contented sigh.
Ordinarily, you’d be leaning down to get your textbooks out by now. Madison doesn’t seem to notice the lack of movement on your part, content to just close her eyes and lean back to rest the back of her head on your shoulders, but all you can focus on is the choker in your pocket.
You take a deep breath, preparing yourself. Then, you slip your hands beneath Madison’s shirt, resting them on her warm skin there, and begin drawing small circles around her bellybutton, drawing a small smile from her. “Madison,” you murmur in her ear. She answers with an incoherent murmur, too busy enjoying the feeling of your hands against her. “Madison.”
She stirs, opening her eyes and blinking lazily towards you. “Yeah?” she whispers.
Flattening your stomach, you push her shirt a little higher. “Take your shirt off,” you reply, giving her what you hope is a persuasive grin. She glances around the library, but before she can voice an objection, you continue; “I’ve already checked, there’s nobody else in here. The only person who can see you is me.”
At that, she lifts her head and lets out a long exhale, her cheeks growing a little red. “I don’t, um. If you want me to, then okay.” She reaches down to where your hands are, but instead of beginning to undo them, she just rests her fingers on the lowest button. Her cheeks flush even darker for a moment, but you just lean down and around to place a small kiss against her jaw. Apparently it helps to alleviate her anxiety, because she exhales again and begins undoing her buttons torturously slowly.
Patiently, you wait for her to undo all of them before you slide your hands further up her body and gently nudge her shirt open. The material opens freely, and you coo slightly as the sight of a lacy black bra is revealed. “You’re still wearing these,” you murmur, lifting your hands to cup the bra in your hands briefly. “You remembered.”
“Of course.” She bites her lip, nibbling it anxiously beneath her teeth. It’s hard to see it with her head only half-twisted to look at you. “You said you like it when I wear these, so I wear them all the time, um. In case you want to see them.” She lowers her hands to her lap, then thinks better of it, moving her arms down to rest against your thighs instead. Then, with a slightly naughty expression on her face, she turns her head further to eye you and says, “Actually, I was going to come to school without a bra today.”
“But you didn’t.” You trace your fingers beneath the edge of her bra, drawing a shiver from her. “Why not?”
She looks at you with lidded eyes. “I knew you wouldn’t be happy if I did,” she replies. “It can get kind of obvious when I’m around you.” Both of you glance down at her bra, through which you can see the shape of her hard nipples. “And other people aren’t allowed to see me like that. You’re the only one who can see me like that, even through a shirt.” She finishes her sentence off with a single definitive nod.
Pleased, you slide two of your fingers beneath her bra and maneuver them up high enough that you can place them on either side of her nipple and gently squeeze it between them. You’re lucky her breasts are so small, or you wouldn’t be able to do that. “Good girl,” you murmur directly into her ear, drawing a shiver out of her. “I want to see you without a bra on, but not where anyone else can see. This body is mine.” You punctuate that with another squeeze of her nipple, drawing a nod from her, along with another, stronger shiver.
“I know.” She lets out a shaky breath, her mouth forming a small smile. “I’m yours. Not just my body. I’m yours.”
You can’t help but lean in and give her a kiss at that. Her smile grows wider. She’s pleased with drawing that reaction from you. You hold it until your neck starts to grow uncomfortable from being so twisted, then bite her lip slightly and withdraw, causing her to pout, which fades after a moment as you caress her cheek and murmur into her ear, “Turn around.” You slide your fingers back out from beneath her bra so she can.
It’s difficult for Madison to maneuver herself, sitting on your lap so close to the table. You oblige her by sliding the chair backwards, but she still has to awkwardly lean down and pull her skirt up until it’s resting mid-thigh so she can spread her legs wide enough to place them over either side of the chair. You wait patiently, giving her an encouraging smile when she looks up at you with a light blush, embarrassed at how long it’s taking her.
Eventually, though, she makes it. You have to jump your chair a few times to get it back close enough to the table that Madison has something to lean against if she wants to lean back, but you make it. Her hands are tracing small circles on your sides, and she’s buried her head in your shoulder again.
That won’t do, though. You stroke her back gently. “Madison,” you call out in a soft sing-song voice. “Sit up.” She does immediately, tilting herself so she can sit straight up and look attentively towards you. You place another kiss on her jaw, then lean back. “You haven’t finished taking off your shirt, Madison,” you remind her.
She glances down, then back up at you, but doesn’t question you. A few seconds later, she’s folding her shirt neatly and putting it on the table, her cheeks somewhat redder. Her hands hesitate, hovering awkwardly at her sides. “The bra too?” You nod, so she reaches around behind herself to undo the strap of her bra and pulls it off, placing it on top of her shirt.
Leaning down, you press a kiss to her nose. “Good girl,” you praise her again. The combination of the affectionate kiss and the praise causes a happy grin to spread across her face as she proudly presents her breasts to you. Idly, you note that you should probably find some more pet names for Madison—if you keep calling her a good girl all the time, it’s going to lose its impact.
It’s tempting to play with her a little, but you’re still well aware of the choker sitting in your pocket. You don’t pull it out immediately, though. First, you spend a few moments idly stroking your hands through Madison’s hair, watching her preen under your attention.
A brief impulse runs through you, and you’re left wishing you’d brought a brush with you. Her hair has a tendency to fall down, covering her neck. You kind of want to do her hair while she’s like this. Have her sit topless on your lap, focused on her homework, while you play with her hair, tying it up in a ponytail. It’d probably still be too long for you to stare at her neck through, though. Maybe you could get her to cut it shorter instead. She’d do that if you asked her to, you’re pretty sure. She might even find it erotic, cutting her hair away from her preferred style in order to better suit your tastes.
Then again, you like Madison as she is, too. Her long hair is nice. It looks very feminine.
You stew in your thoughts for a moment before you mentally shake your head, clearing your thoughts. Now isn’t the time for you to get lost in your head fantasizing about her.
“Madison,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. She stirs, her eyes half-opening; apparently, she’d closed them—and leaned further into your petting—while your attention had been distracted. “I’ve got a present for you.”
She looks curiously at you. “Um, thank you?” She looks slightly confused, and a little afraid, so you rush to reassure her.
“Don’t worry, you didn’t miss anything.” You stroke your fingers through her hair one last time, then withdraw your hands so you can take out the choker. You’re not the kind of girl who celebrates little one-month anniversaries anyway, although you do make a note to at least celebrate your six-month anniversary with her. “This is something special.” You pull the box out from your pocket, making a slightly theatrical show of it, and present it to her.
She takes it from you, not even looking at it for a moment as she leans in to press a kiss to your lips before leaning back and opening it. Lifting it out of the box, she examines it for a moment—then her eyes widen as they fall on the tag, and she looks up at you, shocked.
Nervousness floods you. “You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to,” you hurry to reassure her. “I can, um. I can take it back, too, if you don’t want it.”
