Week 6
Chapter 1
Monday
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I lay in bed, waiting and watching as the clock and I slowly counted the minutes. Today was the day! Last night, Kimmy sent me a message that they had a breakthrough in the mind control program. The program someone was using to turn me into a bimbo built fox sex.
Finally, after what felt like hours, the alarm's shrill beep ripped through the quiet of the morning. I tried to rush through my morning routine, but after my shower, something slowed me down as I dressed and did my makeup. For some reason, I couldn't just throw something on with no makeup and go out anymore. For some reason? It's the program!
After way too long, I gave myself a once over in the mirror. Even I wanted to fuck me! The summer dress clung to my every curve, and the cleavage was so revealing. I was just getting used to these tits and having this much cleavage. I looked so hot. My hair and makeup were perfect, not done as if someone was going to a school lab, but as if I was going to the club. I almost always looked like I was going to the club nowadays. A tiny thrill went through me of all those eyes on me. Focus, Izzy, this is important.
I took extra care with each step, trying to keep my heels as quiet as possible as I left my room. I needed to know what was happening as quickly as possible, and the last thing I wanted was to get sidetracked by my horny roommates.
In the living room, I spotted Braden. "Where are you headed out so early?"
He was so casual. So hot! My mind went through possibilities, from fucking him to punching him. I settled for what I meant as indifference, but my voice betrayed me. "Early bird catches the worm," I eyed him up, looking at his dick.
"Hey now slut, you'll be getting much larger than a worm this weekend at the poker game!"
Oh yeah, I did agree to 'waitress' his poker game with his friends this weekend.
"Oh, like, I can't wait, big boy." That was meant to sound sarcastic, but it sounded excited. Urgh. As I walked by him leaving the house, he slapped my ass and handed me the new chore list. I didn't grace him with an answer but shoved it into my purse. I needed to get to the lab!
Once there, I burst into the lab with determination. Kimmy and Teddy were already there, looking like they hadn't slept. The aroma from the giant pot of coffee filled the air, making my tired self salivate. I had to admit, even sleepy and overworked, Kimmy looked cute.
Immediately, their faces looked serious, and Teddy gestured for me to sit down.
"Izzy, I know you are curious about the text. We found something," Kimmy started.
"What is it Kimmy? Which of these bastards is, like, manipulating me?"
"We aren't 100 on that, but," she paused, choosing her words carefully, "we have tracked the code to its source. I won't bore you with the details, but when a corporation creates code, there is a marker. This particular marker belongs to Universal Solutions Inc."
"But... isn't that?"
"Yes, Kimmy. That's the office Jason works at."
"So, Jason? He did this to me?" I shouldn't be shocked, but I was fucking shocked. Betrayed. Angry. Disappointed. It was a lot. I can't believe I was romantically falling for him. He was charming and hot. It's hard to believe he was manipulating me like this. Hard to believe, but part of me knew it was a very real possibility. This whole arrangement was sus.
Teddy spoke up, "Well, uhm, maybe. We only know it came from Jason's office."
"Didn't you have an interview there?" Kimmy added.
"OMG! The dude who interviewed me was a total sexist creep. He propositioned me and everything? You think he, like, totally planned it?"
I thought back to that interview, the last time I felt hope, and how that old man dashed it all, sending me on the stripper path I am on now.
Kimmy grabbed my hand, and I looked into her beautiful eyes. She tried to pass any small comfort onto me before speaking. "We only know what company created the code. Who put it into your videos is still a mystery. We need more research. Frankly, we need to get into the office and dig around."
"And, what, just ask for them nicely for their evil plans?" I quipped.
"We can't just sneak into Jason's office." Teddy meekly added. "That's too dangerous."
Teddy was right, of course. "Well, you are the smart ones here. Figure it out. Okay? Please," I pouted.
"We promise," they said together.
A thought then came to me. An uncomfortable thought. One that was in the back of mine all the last week.
"Sweetie... Your father. He's been weird at the club and is involved in so many businesses around the city. He, you know, is getting off on controlling me. Is it possible?"
Kimmy didn't look surprised by my suggestions. It felt like she's had that thought as well. "Anything is possible with Daddy, now. I am smart, and I know how to look into his affairs. If there is any connection, I'll find it!"
"And what about...?"
"Braden?" Teddy pondered for a moment, "I'll talk to him. He's easy to read, you know. If he is involved, I'll find out."
A silence fell over the three of us.
"So now what?" The bombshell of information Kimmy promised last night didn't get us closer to an answer.
Teddy glanced at Kimmy before answering. "Sadly, Izzy, you need to keep up appearances. We can't tip either of them off until we know they are not behind it. You need them to make them think everything is normal."
"Easy for you to say. You don't have to pretend to be a slut." Pretend? Right, Izzy, you are just pretending.
Kimmy added, "I know it sucks, but we can't afford to tip them off now. Not when we are this close."
"I hate this arrangement," I pouted. I really did hate it!
"Well, Izzy, um, you can afford to pay rent now?" Teddy mentioned.
"Yeah? Wait? Does that mean I can be done with this?"
"Well, in theory, sure, but we may never learn who was behind it if you just move out now. They will be tipped off and cover their traces. If you want some kind of justice. You'll just need to play along. At least until we can figure this out. I know it's not... ideal."
Kimmy was right, but this sucked.