The date was going so well. Ken had been scrimping and saving for a few weeks now to get his financial situation in a place where he could afford to show Rita a nice night out. Of course, lots of people preferred to split costs more equally, but Ken was old fashioned. With his old bad habits, he could never afford a place like this, but he had overcome those.
Rita seemed really into him, too. On the app, their senses of humor had been a total match, and they talked frequently in the days leading up to the date. He took her to one of the few really high end restaurants in town, he had even got himself a haircut the day before. It felt really nice to have a proper evening to look forward to.
Buzz, Buzz.
She was telling him about her job, smiling adorably as she elaborated about the clueless customers and irritating coworkers, when his phone buzzed in his pocket. It was that particular buzzing pattern that sent a chill through him. He'd recognize it anywhere. He was sure he'd deleted the app, there's no way he hadn't deleted it....
Discreetly, he checked the lock screen under the table, and there it was: his bad habit staring him in the face.
"Goddess Lexie requests: $5.00"
"1 New Message: Good luck on your date. - Lexie"
How did she know? How did she find his account?? The intoxicating green logo sent his mind spiraling. All the nights Lexie had spent brainwashing him, programming him. It was like she was in his head forcing open the floodgates.
"Everything OK?" Rita asked, still smiling. She was so pretty. He had to concentrate.
"Yeah, sorry. Just a work thing, it's not important." He tried to give a convincing smile, "Please, go on."
Her story continued on, but Ken couldn't follow it anymore. The words were just going in one ear, out the other. In his head, Lexie was waiting impatiently. Tapping her foot as his will slowly wore itself into nothing. He was flashing back to his bed, eyes glazed over, droning beats invading his ears. So many sleepless nights and hypnotic sessions, it was silly to think he could ever fully de-program himself. The triggers were everywhere.
Buzz, Buzz.
His cock was already throbbing in his slacks, as he subtly pulled the phone up.
"Goddess Lexie requests: $5.00"
"2 New Messages: don't make me wait, slave. - Lexie"
Rita's voice trailed off, "Do you need to take that?"
"Oh, yeah, so sorry just one sec..." Ken quickly opened up the app, fingers trembling. He fulfilled both requests. $10.00 sent. Immediately, a text came in.
"3 New Messages: Good boy. -Lexie"
Ken bit his tongue.
"What's going on at work?" Rita asked, eyebrow raised. She was in good humor still, but suspicious. Ken's ex had been suspicious like that. He felt crushed, defeated. Here he was, on a promising date with an amazing woman who was truly into him, a woman who wouldn't rob him and corrupt him with every chance she got, and he couldn't go an hour without giving money to his Goddess. Waves of depression, lust, and desperation were coursing through him as he said:
"Just an IT emergency. They really don't know what 'off the clock' means at my office."
She laughed, suspicion averted. He waited for her story to finish, trying to ignore raging hard on straining against him, demanding his attention. Then he excused himself and slipped away to the bathroom.
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The stall door had barely locked before he was furiously unzipping himself and stroking. He opened up the chat with Lexie and started typing. Paragraph after paragraph: about how he hated her, how he loved her, how fucking stupid he felt... He pumped his cock and ranted and rambled... Then he deleted all that text, and sent a simple three word message instead, one that he had sent her many times before.
