The Concord App 01

My name is William Newday, and I have been targeted. I don't know by whom or why. I don't particularly mind, but I'm no fool--I know when someone is pulling the strings behind the curtains, or in this case, misusing my personal info and hacking my tech. It was an app that had self-installed on my phone: CONCORD, with an icon showing the silhouette of a bird. I couldn't help but notice it, and once that happened, I had to check what it was.

CONCORD: Community Organization Network & Collaborative Resource Directory.

I had to log in with my email, verify my account, and set up two-factor authentication. Then it took me to the menu. This thing was weird. It had these categories:

ARSENAL: Admin Resources & System Enabling Network Activities & Logistics

STEWARD: System for Tribe Empowerment, Workflow & Admin Resource Directory

COHORT: Community Organizing Hub & Resource Toolkit

TRIBAL: Tribe Resource & Information Base for Admin & Leadership

It looked like something a city council somewhere cooked up and then let the community college develop as a class project one semester into a programming course. All text-based, very text-heavy, with formal, technical, and dry language. And all these acronyms! I didn't know if I was having a dumb day or if this was so user-unfriendly that it had me losing focus every five seconds.

It took about a month for me to figure out what was happening. Mind you, not how it was happening, but what was happening--and not even everything, just some small stuff. Enough to drag me in. Damn gamification.

It started at the coffee shop a few days after the app's installation. I had put it out of my mind. I accidentally bumped into a couple standing a bit too close to me when I picked up my to-go coffee and turned to leave. I almost knocked the guy over, and if his girlfriend hadn't been holding his arm, he would have fallen.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't see you there, buddy," I said, excusing myself.

"Don't worry about it. It's absolutely normal to bump into people like that. It happens all the time," the girl replied. "We should be more careful when we're out and about, shouldn't we, love?"

"Yes, I should be more careful. Sorry, sir," the guy added.

It was strange--not what happened, but their responses. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but it was... something. I was thinking about this when my phone blipped with a notification sound I hadn't heard before. It was the Concord app.

Normalisation - 15p - Congratulations.

Normalisation - What you do is normal. Enjoy yourself!

What the hell was this? I tried to find something in the help section, but there was just too much text, the font was too small, and I couldn't be bothered. I remember thinking it was odd at the time, but I quickly put it out of my mind and went on with my day.

It wasn't until a few days later, when I saw a beautiful woman pass me on the street and we made eye contact, that I realized something was seriously off--and that I was being played. Our eyes met. We had a little moment. She went on her way, and I went on mine. Four steps later, I got the ping again. The Concord app.

Seductive Eyes - 15p - Congratulations.

Seductive Eyes - Seduce with a glance!

Unlock Truthful Obsession at 250p!

What the hell? Did the app just give me 15 points for looking at that woman with what I thought was a lecherous gaze? Apparently, I did. I racked up 75 points just by glancing at women I passed on my way to work from the parking lot. The best part? They all seemed to like it--like I really had "seductive eyes" and not just a creepy stare.

I got into the office, and Rita, the picture-perfect blonde receptionist, was sitting behind her counter, working away on her computer. Her headset was on, and she looked the part of a business professional to a T: white blouse buttoned up to the top, hair in a bun, nails done, and perfectly understated makeup.

"Hey, Rita. How are you today?" I asked.

"Thank you, Mr. Newday, I'm fine. I hope you're well, too. Did you have a nice weekend?" she answered, her voice carrying a flirty tone.

"I had a wonderful weekend, dear. What about you?" I replied.

"Oh, my weekend was fine, if a bit lonely. I kept busy, though--I got some reading done and went window shopping for shoes. It was nice, but I wouldn't have minded some company," she said, leaning in a little. Was she flirting with me?

Seductive Eyes - 15p - Congratulations.

Seductive Eyes - Seduce with a glance!

Compelling Voice - 25p

Compelling Voice - So good to listen to.

Regal Posture - 25p

Regal Posture - Standing tall, back straight, with regal bearing!

There was definitely something going on.

It took me the better part of the week to figure out what the app was doing. It seemed to see everything I was doing and what was happening around me. I don't know how. It was creepy as hell because I tried covering the microphone and camera, and I even turned off my phone. But as soon as I turned it back on, I got a bunch of notifications and points for things I had done while the phone was off.

Compelling Voice - 25p

Compelling Voice - So good to listen to.

Erogenous Touch - 50p - Congratulations.

Erogenous Touch - Your hands are magic!

Lovers Breath - 15p - Congratulations.

Lovers Breath - Minty fresh and spicy hot!

Dominating Aura - 25p - Congratulations.

Dominating Aura - Your presence cannot be ignored!

Truthful Obsession Unlocked! - Authority - 1

Truthful Obsession - Why lie?

Normalisation - 15p - Congratulations.

Normalisation - What you do is normal. Enjoy yourself!

Had it not been for me noticing that people were reacting more positively to me, I would have freaked out. I would have tried deleting the app again. I would have called someone or told someone. But I didn't.

For the first time in ages, it felt like things were going my way--like I had wind in my sails and people were starting to see me. Really see me, not just trying to get around me to whatever they deemed more important. It was a major shift for me. It felt good. It made me feel young again, you know, the ignorance of thinking one mattered.

A few days later, my boss gave me praise in front of everyone, saying I had a promotion coming if I kept up this level of quality work. The thing is, I hadn't done anything differently than any other day or week. My work has always been good. Having found new confidence, I decided to push the envelope and ask him about it.

"My work has always been good--the best, in fact. So, how come you've never acknowledged this before? I mean, why the promotion talk now?" I asked.

"Well, you see, I was hoping to use that promotion to, you know, dangle it in front of both you and Elise," he said with a straight face. "You, to get you to do all the work, and Elise... well, because I was going to get in her pants by promising her the promotion."

There were people there--even Abby from HR was present--yet nobody reacted like he had said anything wrong. I could hear the ping of the Concord notifications, but I didn't want to check them right then.

"Abby, isn't the normal procedure to fire someone if they so blatantly use promotions to force their staff to sleep with them?" I asked.

It was like a switch had been flipped. Suddenly, it was as if the veil was lifted, and everyone was back to "normal." My boss started freaking out over what he had just said out loud, trying to do damage control. Abby was on the phone with the corporate head office. Elise was ready to claw his eyes out, and the office buzzed with scandal and drama.

I made my way to my own office and checked the notifications.

Truthful Obsession - 100p - Authority 2.

Truthful Obsession - Why lie?

Normalisation - 100p - Congratulations.

Normalisation - What you do is normal. Enjoy yourself!

But that was the thing: nothing I did was normal. When I asked my boss a direct question, he answered truthfully, with a straight face, like it was the most normal thing.

Damn. This app is crazy. Does this mean...?

I had to do a little experimentation, and I did. It was marvelous--especially the normalisation thing. Along with Seductive Eyes, Compelling Voice, Erogenous Touch, Lovers Breath, and Dominating Aura, I had the tools to get bold, or so I hoped. This system seemed to reward boldness, so I was going to take a chance.

I spent the rest of the day at the office, trying out this newfound effect I was having on people, doing unusual things and telling them it was normal.

I told Mrs. Hansen in the secretarial pool that I could see her bra straps under her blouse. "It's normal to remove one's bra when you get to work," I said.

An hour later, most women in the office were braless under their blouses and tops. I loved it.

I told Shilah in marketing, "It's absolutely normal for me to slap you on the ass when you walk by. It's a sign of support and appreciation." That was that. Women started stopping by my desk and passing me in the corridors to get some of that "support and appreciation." I loved it.

The bra thing worked so well that I decided to push further. I told Sandra Billings from executive services, "Your panty line is showing, and it's normal to remove your underwear in an office environment to avoid showing panty lines."

She took it as gospel, pulling her hands up her skirt right there and removing her panties, then putting them in her jacket pocket. It got me rock hard. She noticed and was about to make a fuss when I said, "It's normal. Getting an erection when seeing a beautiful woman remove her panties is a sign of health, and normally, whoever caused it has to take care of it."

I held my breath, thinking this might be the day the company had to fire two people for conduct unbecoming. But nope. She smirked, took my hand, and dragged me into the copy room, where she knelt in front of me, waiting. I couldn't believe it. It worked. This app was magic! I didn't know how or why, and at that moment, I couldn't have cared less.

With shaking hands, I unbuttoned my slacks and pulled my pants and boxers down. My erection hadn't been this intense in ages--it almost hurt. It sprang up and hit Sandra on the chin. She didn't seem to mind. She performed oral sex on me right there in the copy room. I hadn't experienced that in years. It felt amazing.

Sandra was skilled, and she made short work of satisfying me. It only took minutes. All the while, I could hear the ping of the Concord notifications.

I needed to experiment more, so I made some hasty plans and left work early for a change. I had some bold fantasies I wanted to explore. It never once hit me that what I was doing might be wrong.

No, that's not true. I knew all along, but I didn't have that inner voice telling me to stop--the one that keeps certain things as fantasies and prevents you from acting in ways that are just wrong. I knew on an intellectual level, but emotionally, I was looking forward to exploring my desires.

Chapter 2. Mrs. Attari

Mrs. Attari was a woman in her late 30s or early 40s, a stay-at-home mom and homemaker for Mr. Attari and their two children: a daughter in university and a son in college. They were a polite family, always helping their elderly neighbors.

I knocked on the door, and when she opened it, I invited myself in. She reluctantly let me in but seemed worried and stressed.

"What's the matter, Mrs. Attari? You seem distressed," I asked.

"Well, Mr. Newday, I'm not comfortable having men in my home when my husband isn't here. What will people say?" she replied, keeping her distance across the room.

"Don't worry about it. People will understand. I'm your neighbor--we're not strangers. This is absolutely normal, right?" I said.

Her posture relaxed, and her tone shifted from distressed to calm and warm. "You're absolutely right, Mr. Newday. How silly of me. Now, tell me, what can I do for you? Would you like some tea? I was just making some," she offered in a welcoming manner.

"Tea would be lovely, dear. To tell you the truth, I thought I'd come over to learn a bit about you, your family, and your background. We're neighbors, after all," I replied.

"How delightful. Why don't you get comfortable on the couch, and I'll bring us some tea," she said.

This was it. It was working. I just needed the courage. My heart was beating hard in my chest. I took my place in the middle of the couch, and soon she returned with the tea, pouring us each a cup.

Mrs. Attari was, in my eyes, an attractive woman with a curvy figure that she kept modest under her dark grey and black garments. She wore a hijab, and today a cloth covered the lower part of her face, leaving only her eyes visible. They were beautiful--dark, mysterious, and soulful.

"So, tell me, when do your children and husband come home?" I asked.

"My eldest, Mira, is in university, so she only comes home every other weekend, depending on her studies and obligations. My son, Jamal, is in college and has activities after class, so he won't be back until around 6:30 PM. My husband, Karim, will be back from his office shortly after that. I try to have dinner ready by 7:00 most days," she answered.

This was good. It gave me about two and a half hours before her son and husband returned.

"Tell me, Mrs. Attari, how long have you been married to Karim?" I asked.

"Oh, goodness! You're making me feel old, Mr. Newday. Karim and I have been married for 21 years, but I was a young bride. Are you married, Mr. Newday? I don't recall seeing a woman at your house. What about children--do you have any?" she replied.

"No, I'm not married, dear. Life had other plans for me. And no, I don't have any children. Sometimes I wish I had, but alas, it wasn't meant to be. Tell me, is he good to you--your husband, Karim, I mean? Tell me about your marriage," I said, ready to back off if she reacted badly to my probing questions.

She didn't. She answered with a level of honesty that confirmed the Concord app was doing... something. "Well, Mr. Newday, I'm not sure what you wish to know. Our marriage was arranged, as is common in our culture. Karim is older than me--he's 57 now. He works a lot and is a good provider. I gave him two children, who are grown now, and he's very proud of them. They're the lights of our lives.

"Every other year, we travel back to our home country to visit family. It's nice. Otherwise, it's not very exciting. Most days, I spend doing chores around the house. Karim doesn't really pay attention to me most of the time. In our culture, a woman's place isn't as her husband's equal... and, well, he struggles with intimacy. I miss it, you know--the closeness, the touch of another person."

I was in shock. A ping sounded from my phone--her last comment probably triggered it. I didn't check.

"Well, then it's only normal for you to find satisfaction elsewhere. I mean, you're still young, and it would be a shame not to enjoy the pleasures your body can offer, right?" I said, trying to keep a straight face.

The notifications on my phone went off again. Sure enough, she answered, "I never thought of it like that, but you're absolutely right. I should talk to Karim about it when he gets home later. I shouldn't neglect my needs--that wouldn't be right. I wonder what others might think about this."

"Some things are best kept private. It could make others uncomfortable, and you must think of Karim's position in the community. It wouldn't reflect well on him if it were known that his wife is at home, untouched and unfulfilled," I replied.

"You're right, Mr. Newday. I'd better not mention it to anyone. It could spread quickly in the community. Would you like some more tea?" she said.

"Thank you, dear, I'd love some. Also, if it's not too much trouble, I'd appreciate some intimate attention," I said.

This was the make-or-break moment. The notifications on my phone were going wild, but I didn't check them, waiting for her reaction.

She poured more tea into my cup and said, "Of course, Mr. Newday. I don't have much experience, but I'll do my best. Would you prefer me kneeling between your legs or lying on the couch with my head in your lap?"

"Kneeling would be good, dear," I replied, starting to unbutton my pants and take them down.

I was already aroused. The conversation, the absurdity of it, the potential--it had me ready to go. She placed a pillow on the floor in front of me and knelt, adjusting her hijab to uncover her mouth but keeping her eyes partially covered. Her hands rested on her lap, her mouth open in an O-shape. My erection was right in front of her, but she just sat there.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Newday, but I've never done this before. I'll need some guidance," she said, returning to holding her mouth open, looking at me through the cloth of her hijab like a lost puppy seeking validation.

I guided myself into her mouth, letting her adjust to the sensation. I left it there for a moment, letting her get used to it, letting myself feel it, and letting the situation sink in. This was my second intimate encounter of the day, and I could already feel myself getting addicted to the sensation--like if she stopped, I wouldn't be able to breathe anymore.

Here I was, with my conservative neighbor, about to engage in an intimate act, and she was fine with it. It was "normal," even. I loved it--the power. My body responded eagerly.

"Don't worry, dear. I'll teach you everything you need to know about how to please me. Normally, your husband would have already taught you this, but for some reason, he hasn't. I'll have a word with him about this later. For now, just trust me and let me take control. It's normal for the one kneeling to surrender control, right?" I said.

"You're right, Mr. Newday. I'll trust you, and thank you for taking the time to teach me this--and for speaking with Karim. Sometimes I feel like he doesn't listen to me at all," she replied, then resumed her position.

"Of course, dear. Now, I'm about to start. It might get a little uncomfortable, but that's normal. Just like learning to ride a bike, there might be some challenges at first. Your body isn't used to this, and you might not have adjusted yet. We'll need to work on that. It might be a bit rough at first, and you might struggle. Passing that barrier takes its toll," I explained.

She nodded, still engaged, her head still partially covered by her hijab. I took hold of her head over the fabric. I loved that she wore a hijab--it made the moment feel more intense. It was why I had chosen her to experiment with.

"Whatever you do, don't move your hands from your lap. If you need to, hold them behind your back, but don't try to push me away, no matter how much you need air. Just don't! It's part of the lesson. You might struggle, and I'll have to correct you, but try. You'll learn in time, but this first time, know that it'll be challenging. I'll correct you if needed--it's a standard part of the process," I said.

She nodded again. I could feel the vibrations from my phone as notifications piled up. This app was incredible!

I started slowly, letting her adjust to the rhythm, my hands guiding her. I could feel her saliva pooling and hear her trying to manage it.

"Don't worry about the mess, darling. It's normal sometimes. Some experiences are messy--it's just the nature of things," I said, trying to sound wise.

Slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp was my only answer. I could see she was already struggling to keep her hands on her lap, making fists and grabbing her clothing. Still, she controlled herself for now.

Slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp.

I had scooted down, sitting on the edge of the couch to give her better access. Still, she had to lean forward quite a bit. I kept her there, guiding her with my hands. It was exhilarating.

I pushed a little deeper. Glug, glug, glug, glug.