Chores Build Character - Final Wee

Week 7

Chapter 1

Monday

This was nice.

I love the smell of freshly brewed coffee, and this one was heavenly. Glancing at Kimmy as we sat in our favorite spot at the coffee shop where we had our first date made me smile. She had on her nerdy glasses, and her hair was messily tied up in a bun as she scoured over notepads and sticky notes strewn all over the table. Although we were planning something important, it was also important to note how adorable she was.

She looked up at me to go over yet another part of our plan for the office party, where I was supposed to find out who had used the program to mind control me. Still, I couldn't help myself, so I kissed her hand, which was tapping a pencil on the table.

"Izzy, this is serious!" She scolded me but in the cutest way possible.

"Yes, mam," I saluted her and tried to focus on the plan.

I finished my coffee and this delish chocolate danish after the millionth time we were over the plans. I can see why Kimmy is a great student.

"Okay," she said with a determined look, "You've got this!"

I don't know if I do, but Kimmy's confidence helped. If she made the plan, it had to work, right? It seemed simple enough, too. By the end of the party, I'll know who was behind all of this! Who made me into this!

"Yay! Thanks, Kimmy, I do totally got this!" I giggled at the absurdity of the way I talked now. Although I was starting to enjoy how it made people look at me. Like I was some bimbo they could control. I shook my head; no, that was the programming talking again. I think.

I reached across the table and held her hand softly. By the end of the week, the mystery will be over, and then I could get my revenge!

Chapter 2

Tuesday

Kimmy was right. The moment the Beef Wellington touched my tongue, I almost came. It was to die for! Tender, perfectly cooked beef with that flaky, buttery pastry and such a rich sauce. It was so good! So good that I couldn't stop a little moan from escaping me.

I've lived on Ramen, canned tuna, and other cheap eats for years, and now I am dining in luxury. You've come so far, Izzy!

With another bite, I closed my eyes, really savoring it. It was so good that I forgot where and who I was with. I could get used to this.

"It's good, isn't it? You don't know how many chefs I had to go through before I found this guy." It was Mr. Montgomery bringing me back to reality. Kimmy's dad brought me to his best restaurant for some kind of business proposal. I don't want to do business with this jerk. This jerk who fired me and set off this whole chain of events that brought me to where I am now. A whore. Sometimes, I didn't know whether to slap or thank him.

"So," Mr. Montgomery began, "I guess you want to know what I have to offer?"

"Not really. Like, I am just here for the beef," I giggled like the vapid idiot; that was how I'd been programmed to act. However, I was lying; he and I both knew I was interested.

"Oh, really?"

I placed down my fork, trying to get serious. "Well, sir. I don't know. You, like, ruined my life. Your daughter had to convince me to come tonight."

He chuckled. "Yeah, well, sorry about that. I misjudged you before. I didn't realize you were so," he paused, searching for the appropriate word, "dedicated."

"Dedicated?" I rolled my eyes.

"I've seen you work at the club. You go above and beyond the other girls. You're the best whore there."

Why the fuck did that comment make me feel proud?

"Fine. What's the job?"

A smug look came over his face as he leaned back in his chair. "Izzy, I have a number of businesses in town. You know that. What I need is someone to be the face of those businesses."

"You want me to be a mascot? Like that creepy Burger King?"

"No, no. I need someone to model for the ads, someone to be at openings, and someone to entertain clients. You know, to be the beauty behind this beast, so to speak."

I tried to process what he was saying. "So, like, you want me to be your company slut?"

He laughed and shook his head. Was I not getting this? "Well, I wouldn't put it that way, but at times, sure." He looked me over and finally put on a more serious face. "You'll make real money, Izzy. Enough that meals like this will become the norm. Plus, you won't have to deal with those losers at the club or online anymore. Only classy businessmen, well, business people."

"You, um, know about that?" I pouted. Was this fucker one of my Only Fans subscribers?

"When it comes to business, I do my research."

I bit my lip. There was some appeal to Mr. Montgomery's offer. The money. The luxury. I could stop being a stripper and a porn star. I would be a model. A businesswoman, well, kind of. I took another bite of the delicious Wellington. It was all so tempting.

"I'll have to, like, think it over."

"Of course," Mr. Montgomery replied with a smile as he reached into his jacket. He pulled out a brown envelope and handed it to me. "Read this over. It's a contract. Sign it if you want to work for me, and we'll be in business. We could do some big things in this city, slut!"

I don't know how many business proposals ended with the word slut, but my life was unique now. I took the contract and smiled.

Chapter 3

Wednesday

Usually, I just let Teddy run my OnlyFans for me. Honestly, I really didn't even know how to operate it. He did give me the password, though, so I was curious and loaded it up. Looking through my site was hot. Really hot. But the public feed was tame compared to my DMs. Teddy had had a lot of fun roleplaying me as an airhead bimbo, which, I guess, wasn't too far off the truth.

I couldn't let Teddy have all the fun, and all the messages flirting with me were the serotonin I needed today. I started by taking a simple selfie and posted it saying I was bored; of course, a simple selfie was me in a pretty slutty outfit, this time a sports bra and very tight yoga pants. I was planning to exercise later, I promise.

The comments started flooding in, and it wasn't long before someone suggested I go live.

"But, like, I don't even know how?" I wrote, half flirting and half being honest.

Reply after reply gave me the instructions and begged me to go live for the first time. They promised lots of tips. Bored and wanting a distraction from my life, I followed one of the many sets of instructions and was online.

I was greeted by a large closeup of my face. I was leaning into the screen. I laughed and pulled back. To the side was a chat that had already started to fill up with compliments. "Aww, guys. You are all so sweet," I thanked them confirming my mic worked. The number of viewers was listed as a respectable 14. I'm sure that number could grow, and I got excited by that prospect. There was a spot for settings and stream name, so I typed, "Izzy is like tots bored." A pop-up on the screen said that DaMark02 had tipped me 5 dollars. So it's begun!

"Thanks, DaMark02. You are too kind," I giggled, trying to direct my energy toward one of the now 18 people in the chat.

I started to pose to show off my outfit, making sure the camera got a good shot of my juicy ass in these tight, almost transparent yoga pants Braden bought me. I hadn't worn underwear, so the front was a treat, too, with my camel toe showing. I really hadn't planned on doing a livestream. The chat seemed to like that as tips, compliments, and new viewers appeared, and it was almost sensory overload with all the different windows on my screen.

Sitting the laptop on my desk, I sat on my exercise ball, ensuring my chest was on screen, and wondered what to do. What do girls do on live streams? I guess the best way to find out was to ask, right? What could go wrong with asking a chat of 22 horny people what a sexy girl should do on camera?

"So, like, chat. What should I do?"

The chat blew up with things as mundane as answering questions all the up to ordering a pizza and fucking the deliverer. I snorted, "Come on, chat, be serious." However, the idea was kind of hot. But come on, Izzy.

I flirted with the chat for a bit, enjoying the attention. Thanks to working as a waitress, working as a stripper, and that programming, I was really good at it. I giggled, I smiled, and I twirled my hair. A lot of the questions were simple, but my answers caused some reactions, hopefully not just in the chat and the tips, but in some pants. When asked, "Why did I start on OF?" My response thrilled when I explained I couldn't afford rent and that I did a series of chores instead, and this was one of them. When they found out my tits weren't real and were recently done, they were elated that it was also a chore. They must think some wild things about me.

The requests to see me naked were persistent, so, based on a suggestion from someone in the chat, I set a goal. Soon, I hit 250 dollars, and there were over 50 people in the chat.

J0hnnyK1dd celebrated in the chat! "YAY! take it off bimbo~!!"

"I did promise, didn't I?" I teased the camera. "I don't want to be accused of lying," I winked. I reached for the clasp of my sports bra and then stood up and adjusted the camera. I should probably give them a nice little show. They did pay, after all. I started to sway my hips, putting my ass toward the camera, bending down, giving them a good view. I heard the chime indicating more tips came in. Without panties, I know my ass in these tight yoga pants was insane. I kept moving and reached around and undid the clasp of my sports bra with my back still to the camera. Slowly, I slipped off one strap and then another. I felt the bra fall off. I had to make this last and turned slowly toward the camera, now in with my tits in full display. Yes, it was nothing they hadn't seen before, nothing I hadn't shared before, but these live interactions were new. Instant annoymous gratification. The chat was so horny. So was I.

A timid knock came on my door, and I froze; in a weird panic, I covered my tits. Silly Izzy, it's not like my roommates haven't seen everything and done everything with me, but this is probably good for the chat. "Sorry, chat, my roommate's here. I have to go..." The chat did not want me to go. Instead, they begged me to let my roommate in without putting on a top. That would probably be a big dare for some people, but I was not just some people. I am Izzy.

"Would that be okay?" Of course, it would, and the chat responded in kind.

"Okay, but behave chat. I don't want you to scare him off."

Moving to the door without a bra, I opened it to see Teddy's voice, who, even after all these weeks, was still shy seeing my tits. Bless his heart.

"Come on in, Teddy," I said, pulling him into the room. I moved close and whispered in his ear, "The OF chat is live. Play along, okay?" He gulped, but Teddy knew content, and this was an excellent opportunity.

"Teddy, how can I help you?" I said, moving back toward the camera.

He stuttered, "I-I just was about to do laundry." He finally got out. "Is there anything you need, um, washed?" He eyed my tits nervously.

Good one. A perfect opening for me. The chat has to love this. "Oh, Teddy, you are sooo sweet. Could you wash my gym clothes? Pweeeeaaase?"

He gulped, "Of course."

"Thanks, sweetie." I reached for my sports bra on the floor and handed it to him. "Just a sec," I said before slowly pulling down my yoga pants in a way that I knew the chat would go nuts about. "Oops. I forgot I wasn't wearing any panties. How silly of me," I giggled.

Teddy stood there holding my bra and pants and staring at my sexy shaved slit, which was getting rather wet. I was hoping he would take control of the scene. Give the chat something to remember. Something to bring in the tips, but Teddy was nervous, so I took control.

"It seems you have something that needs a cleaning, too," I teased.

He looked down and his eyes widened.

"Could you take care of that, um, for me?"

His eyes darted from side to side. He wasn't sure how far to go.

I smiled, "Yes, roomie!" and dropped to my knees, ensuring I was in perfect position for the camera. "Take it out for me, Teddy. Don't make me beg!" I teased him, the camera, and the chat.

Obviously, my BJ skills were elite. You all know that, so the moment I slowly licked up the length of Teddy's cock, it instantly hardened. I've seen Teddy hard before, but this may have been the hardest. Did Teddy have some kind of exhibitionist kink? I spit on his cock, watched the droll flow down, and then started to slowly rub up and down. Teddy was in the moment, but I kept looking at the screen, pretending to mime to the chat, asking if this was okay.

I could make out that the tips and viewers were rising from here, and the chat was moving quickly, so I shrugged and then licked the tip of Teddy's cock. He moaned as I took it in my mouth. Slowly working it, I let it reach the back of my throat. Teddy gasped as his cock disappeared into my throat as I deep-throated him.

"That's it, Izzy, don't stop!"

Doing my best to remain as sexy as possible, which wasn't hard naked with a dick in my mouth, I nodded and looked up at him.

"Yes, sir." I pulled back and sucked on just the tip, rubbing my lips against the underside.

"Are you going to cum for me, roomie?"

He grunted and, grabbed the back of my head and pushed deep. "Where do you, you know, want it?"

Pulling out long enough for me to answer, I got out a quick "Wherever you want, sir" before he started to pump and gave me one hell of a facial. The cum not only covered my face but dripped onto my tits, and the look of it on my erect nipples was so fucking hot.

Once he finally stopped, he picked up my pants and bra and wiped some of the cum off my face. "Now they really need washing." With that, he left the room with my clothes.

I had to see! So I rushed over to my laptop. My face was smeared with cum. My body was completely naked. I made so much money today! "Thanks, chat. You are all so sweet. Till next time, I think I cured my boredom." I signed off and saved the chat to read later when I masturbated.

Chapter 4

Friday

Today might turn out to be the most important of my life. After so many pros and cons lists and talking it over with Kimmy, I signed Mr. Montgomery's contract, and starting next week, I will be the "Head of Customer Experience" at The Montgomery Corporation. The salary was excellent, and there was so much room for bonuses. With that, I could quit my job at the Jiggle Joint, and Teddy closed down my Onlyfans, at least temporarily. The irony of returning to work for Mr. Montgomery was not lost on me. But, it was time to be a real professional, well, with sexual side quests. I was smiling the whole time Jason drove us to his office. Picturing photoshoots and fancy restaurants.

The parking lot was a buzzing! Cars were everywhere as people dressed to impress filtered into the building. After parking, Jason moved around swiftly to open the door for me. Here he was, being a gentleman again. I can't read this, dude.

"You really do look beautiful tonight, Izzy," he said as he took my hand to help me out of the car. I blushed despite myself. But I couldn't forget why I was here. It was not for the party; I wouldn't brace this place and Jason's job again for that. It was because I had a mission. A mission that Kimmy and Teddy had prepped me for all week.

I stepped out of the car and felt Jason's warm hand and the cool evening air.

"This is a huge deal," Jason said as he led me towards the entrance. "We signed such a huge contract. It's going to change everything! My bonus will be enough for us to move out together. Mr. Barrington might even promote me."

"Move out?" I echoed, my voice coming out surprised. "Together?"

"Yeah," he said, giving me a huge smile.

"Together. Imagine you and me, and you wouldn't have to worry about rent anymore or working, really."

"Or the chores?" I teased. On the outside, I was trying to be light, but on the inside, my heart was pounding loudly.

He chuckled and nodded, "Of course, we'll hire a maid. Someone we both can play with." He then leaned in and kissed me deeply. I melted into him for a moment, feeling his warm lips, and I forgot everything. But that was only for a moment. I tried to get us back moving toward the party.

"Just be the regular Izzy I've grown to love, okay?" He smiled again, damn, his smile was nice. "I want to make a good impression."

I nodded again, trying to ease his nerves as he squeezed my hand again, and we entered the building.

Jason wasted no time introducing me to people. Immediately, we met some guy in finance, Gerald or something. He and Jason seemed chummy. The whole time his eyes were practically glued to my tits. I can't blame them; they were outstanding in this dress. I did my best to play along as the bimbo Jason wanted me to be to avoid any suspicion. At least, I told myself that was the reason. I giggled, smiled, and twirled my hair.

"Jason, you're a lucky dude," he said as he patted Jason on the back. "She's a real catch." I've grown accustomed to men talking about me like I wasn't there.

"Thanks," he gave him a nod as the dude reached in to hug me and kiss me, I guess, with Jason's approval. That hug included a touch of my phat ass. I couldn't make a scene now, it would ruin everything. Plus, well, you know, it wasn't a turnoff.

"Such a bad boy," I teased as I playfully swatted him.

I was paraded around for introductions. I lost count of how many people I met and how many got frisky. Say hi, giggle, and look hot over and over again. Jason wanted to have the hottest trophy wife around, and by the looks of things, he had that in me. I hated that I liked that.

Making the rounds, one thing became clear: Jason wasn't the big shot I thought he was. Sure, he acted all cocky and cool, but he was somewhere in the middle of the pecking order. Not the upper echelon, not the bottom feeders.

Eventually, we reached the upper echelon, his boss, Mr. Barrington. As soon as we approached him, memories of that shitty job interview flooded back. Being told I had no skills outside of my looks really hurt, at least at the time. Then the old bastard had the gall to casually suggest I blow him in the office. At the time, it was so humiliating. But, looking back, I don't know, it all seems pretty lame.

"Really, is that Miss Cervantes?" His gaze took me all in. "Did you have some work done? You look great."

Jason laughed nervously. "Yeah, you know, the men at this office have a reputation to keep."

"Great," Mr. Barrington replied without missing a beat. He then smacked my ass and walked away without waiting for a reaction. What a piece of shit.

I turned to Jason, hoping for help, but he only grinned. "I'm sorry, Izzy. You know how men of his generation are."

Fuck this! Fucking rich white men! I had to get out of there, and I didn't want to ruin my obedient bimbo persona, not yet, at least. So I smiled the sweetest smile I could gather and leaned close to Jason. "I gotta use the little girls' room."

He pointed to the far corner, "It's down that hall at the end. Don't take too long."

"Promise!" I chirped. As my heels clacked their way to some privacy.

Once alone, I reached into my bra, feeling the small metallic USB card Teddy had given me. I held it between my fingers, feeling its weight. It felt so much heavier than its physical weight. I went over the instructions that Kimmy had drilled into me. Avoid the reception computers and the ones in the general work area. They would not have the access needed.

That left a few options. After surveying the place during those introductions, I could use the CEO's office. It would certainly have the access, but how could I make it work? Sneaking past the whole crowd seemed impossible. The IT department, though. That should work. It's secluded, and who the fuck would be there during a party? I would just need a guide and someone to log into one of the computers.