The idea for this story comes from JR Parz and the Master PC stories. I write this inspired by his original work.
Chapter 3: Alexandra Leyland
Over the next few days Stephen saw Sophie go through various stages of anger, sorrow and sad silence. He had not meddled with the Master Program in these days, but that was mostly because every time he had considered doing so, Imogen had coincidentally chosen that time to come round and have wild sex with him. It was 6pm on Wednesday, and Stephen finished himself off watching Imogen ride what he counted to be the seventh guy, other than himself, that she had slept with since she had modified her. He saw her dismount her lover and reach for her phone, then heard his own phone ring.
"Hey Stevie, how are you?" she asked playfully as the guy she had just finished fucking walked out of view of the screen.
"Always good when you call," he replied clumsily, "what are you doing?"
"What I do best!" she said, giggling without shame, eliciting a response from his groin. "Do you fancy going out tonight? I feel really bad because I've studied a lot less than I've planned yet, but I really feel like I'm on top of things."
"Same here," he replied, feeling pleased that she was benefiting from his tampering, "where do you want to go?"
"Um, I was thinking 121, if we go between 7 and 8:30 it's two-for-one on a lot of drinks. We can head to Basement after."
Stephen really wanted to go out with Imogen, but he thought he should check if Sophie was alright. He went to her door and was about to knock, when he heard obvious sobbing coming from the other side. He decided he couldn't let her be miserable, not when he had the power to end it. He went back to his Macbook and brought up Sophie. He told the program to accelerate her emotional state to where she would be in three months; that would allow her the chance to maybe let Robbie back in her life but help her move on far enough to not be crying herself to sleep. After he dressed himself, in a blue striped shirt, a pair of dark jeans and his smart brown shoes, he went back to Sophie's room to check on her.
"Hey Steve, come in!" she said enthusiastically, with a genuine smile on her face.
"I'm going out with Imogen in a little bit? You alright? You could join us?"
"No no, I'm not in the mood, but I'm ok really. Like really ok. I think I must've cried it out. I think I should probably start looking at some of my lecture notes, but you have fun." She hopped off her bed and gave him a peck on the cheek, telling him he was so sweet to make sure she's doing well. As he left her bedroom he felt the warmth of her lips spread across his face and then cause his heart to skip a beat.
Imogen met Stephen outside his flat at five past seven; she was wearing a tight pink dress that just about covered her nipples and buttocks, a black cardigan draped over her shoulder and her velvety pink heels. "Hey sweetie!" exclaimed Imogen as she kissed him on the lips, "do you like my new dress?"
"It's...really hot," replied Stephen, drooling his response.
"Good! Let's hope we can find some bi-curious sluts who agree." Grinning, she lead Stephen away arm in arm towards 121.
Imogen attracted a lot of attention at the bar; especially as the dress went a little see-through in the light. Luckily, a couple of barmen noticed this too and quickly served her each time she went to buy drinks. The couple stayed at the bar from half seven until eleven, during which time most of the conversation focused on Imogen's sex life; aside from this, there seemed to be very little in common for them to talk about. Nevertheless, Stephen enjoyed it and the two of them managed to sneak into the disabled toilets for a twenty minute fuck, during which time Imogen confirmed Stephen's suspicions that she wasn't wearing underwear. Very tipsy, the two of them made their way towards Basement, stopping in a side street to have sex once again. A queue for the club had started to form by half eleven, which was around the time they reached it, but fortunately it looked like a ten minute wait at maximum.
"Steve! Crap! I forgot my cardigan at 121."
"I'll run back and get it"
"You sure sweetie?"
"Yeah it'll take me fifteen minutes, but you'll slow me down in those heels."
She gave him a jokey sneer then kissed him, "OK, text me when you're about to get in. Thanks sweetie."
He ran back to the bar, retrieved the cardigan and returned in under twenty minutes, but it took a further fifteen minutes to reach the front of the queue. He texted Imogen but was surprised when she tottered over to him with a grin on her face.