📚 chores-build-character-week Part 6 of 5
← PreviousPart 6
chores-build-character-week-06
NON CONSENT STORIES

Chores Build Character Week 06

Chores Build Character Week 06

by sambomb
19 min read
4.7 (12100 views)
adultfiction

Week 6

Chapter 1

Monday

[0 pts]

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.

📖 Related Non Consent Stories Magazines

Explore premium magazines in this category

View All →

"We'll fake your chore points, so you don't have to do anything. I'll vouch for you." Teddy then muttered, "Not like last time..."

Kimmy raised her eyebrow to me. "Last time?"

Looking between Kimmy and Teddy, I'm not entirely sure what to say. Teddy looked ashamed. "Teddy was very sweet yesterday to offer free points to get me through last week. But, you know, I wanted to thank him, so, uhm, you know," I trailed off.

"You sucked his dick?" Kimmy said plainly.

"Yeah..."

"It's alright, sweetie. I kind of like how slutty you are."

Blood rushed to my checks. When did slutty become a compliment I liked so much?

Chapter 2

Tuesday

It's weird; after yesterday's exhausting day, one fact stuck in my head. It wasn't that Jason's office had built a computer code that was being used to turn me into a slut for my roommates. It wasn't the sweetness of Kimmy and the hard work of Teddy figuring that out and helping me through this. It wasn't that I had to keep pretending to be a bimbo. I was starting to enjoy that last one anyway. Nope. It was what Teddy said about me having some money, finally.

After years of being a struggling student, living off ramen and juggling multiple part-time jobs, to getting by as a waitress at a shitty restaurant, after all of that, I had some money. Sure, it came from stripping and doing porn, but it was some money. Of my very own!

With some cash burning a hole in my pocket, I thought it was time to treat myself! Unlike last week's attempt at the spa, this time, I could avoid sex. One thing I couldn't avoid was all of the eyes on me.

After a great afternoon and some much-needed tacos food at the food court, my new Ariana Grande perfume wafted around me as I went home. My lone self-indulgence purchase of the afternoon. It was so nice. Putting myself first just felt right after weeks of putting my roommates first. The small vile in my purse felt like a huge deal. It was the first thing I brought for myself in months. Sure, it was frivolous, but it felt great.

When I arrived home, Jason sat in the living room reading some self-help nonsense. It was awkward, but as I started to think about shifting into bimbo mode to keep up appearances, I realized I had been in it all day--flirting and giggling with every sales clerk and man who approached me.

"Went shopping? His beautiful blue eyes nodded toward my bag.

"Yeah. Just needed a bit of, like, retail therapy, you know?" It did feel nice to have a normalesque conversation with Jason, just like old times.

"Find anything good?" He stepped closer, and I couldn't help how my body reacted to him.

I held up the perfume, "Just some perfume. A girl needs to smell nice." I flipped my hair and sprayed some on my neck. He leaned in and sniffed. His nose grazed my neck, sending shivers through my body.

"You do smell nice."

After that flirty exchange, the room went silent, and Jason actually felt nervous for once. With unease, he cleared his throat and then asked, "Izzy, I was just thinking. I want to take you out. You know, on a real date. Not for our arrangement or anything, but a real legit date."

Wait! Pardon? Those were totally not the words I had expected to hear. This was all so confusing. Is this guy the romance I need or a manipulating asshole? I thought back to yesterday and remembered it didn't matter right now; I had to pretend.

"Really?" I giggled, "That sounds nice. I'd really like that."

His warm and genuine smile made my heart flutter despite everything. I kissed him quickly on the cheek before heading to my bedroom with lots on my mind.

What felt like hours of doom scrolling ended with a tentative soft knock on the door.

"Come in." I saw Teddy slowly open the door and enter, so I motioned for him to join me on my bed.

"What's up, Teddy bear?" I purred at him, forgetting or not knowing how to turn off my flirty persona.

Teddy couldn't control the lust in his eyes, but he was shy and generally wanted to help me, so he began with a hush in his voice, "I talked to Braden." He glanced around nervously, like someone was listening in to us.

"And?"

"I'm convinced he doesn't know anything about the, uhm, you know. He's generally clueless about it."

I frowned, trying to process this. Braden has been at the forefront of taking advantage of me. He's pushed me further than Jason; he had to be the prime suspect. However, Teddy seemed pretty convinced. And to be honest, Braden isn't that smart.

"Are you sure?"

Teddy nodded. "He's a lot of things, Izzy, but he's not behind this."

I sighed, I could cross him off the suspect lists, but that doesn't excuse him. Frustration bubbled up inside me. "Even if he's not involved, he took advantage of me, Teddy. He must pay!"

"I know, Izzy. And I'm sorry for my part in everything. I shouldn't..."

He threw his head into his hands to hide his face. He looked remorseful, and I cut him off. "Don't worry, sweetie. I forgive you, remember. You're helping me know, and that's what matters."

He gave me a small, grateful smile. "What are you going to do about Braden?"

I had an idea--well, the start of an idea--but I needed help fleshing it out. So, I picked up my phone and began messaging my clever, genius girlfriend, Kimmy.

I looked up from the phone, and a sly smile spread. "Just wait until the poker game on Saturday."

I tried to laugh evilly, but it came out as more of a sexy giggle.

Chapter 3

Wednesday

"That was such a big load, you naughty boy." Another shift at the strip club, another load of cum. Whether it was the mind control program, the thrill of being treated like a slut, or the money, for whatever reason, I couldn't get enough of blowing my customers at the club. I collected another large tip by coaxing the businessman to put the large wad of cash into my thong. Of course, he took the opportunity to grope me. I was getting wet and needed to get out of there before I fucked another client.

Along my path to the dressing room, Mr. Montgomery stood, eyeing me with a knowing smile. Kimmy's father was rarely in the club, but when he was, I was reminded of the fucked up situation I was in.

"Izzy," he greeted. "You are becoming quite the cock-sucking whore."

My annoyance was high. I hated that he was right and how much I enjoyed it. It's not like I could control it. No matter how I felt, I would reply like a shameless flirt. "Thank you, Mr. Montgomery," I said, sounding coy. "Just doing my job."

🛍️ Featured Products

Premium apparel and accessories

Shop All →

His smirk widened, clearly amused. "Well, your 'job' is making us both a lot of money!" He paused and stepped in closer so that nobody could hear us. He was constantly invading my space. The control sent shivers down my body, and not necessarily bad ones. "Izzy, if you want to make some real money. I have a business proposal for you."

I raised an eyebrow, genuinely intrigued. "A business proposal?"

"Not here," he said as he glanced around the club. "Let's meet somewhere more private, more intimate." He handed me a card. "Let's meet here. It's one of my finer establishments."

"I'll, like, think about it."

"You do that."

At the end of my shift, I was exhausted. I changed out of my club clothes and into my regular clothes, which were just as hot. While on The Trolley, I finally studied the card Mr. Montgomery had given me. The location was one of the best restaurants in town, one I could never dream of dining at. How many investments did this man have? What was this proposal? Kimmy's father was such a wild card in this madness. What role did he actually play?

The house was quiet; everyone was already asleep as I entered, a state I was looking forward to. After my beauty sleep routine, I was ready to collapse. However, there was something on my bed. Laid out nicely was a garment bag with some note attached.

"Wear this on Friday -Jason"

My heart fluttered at this romantic gesture, and my brow furrowed immediately when I thought it might be another form of control. I hated not knowing what was happening.

Opening the bag, I pulled out a short, sexy black dress, feeling the expensive fabric between my fingers. Holding it up, I was going to look amazing, and although it was slutty, it was elegant. Where was Jason taking me?

I hung the dress up carefully, trying to process everything. Between Mr. Montgomery's proposal, Jason's date, Braden's revenge, the fact my freaking mind was altered, and Jason's office. It was all just so much.

I crawled into bed, muscles aching from a night of dancing and my mind a whirl of active thoughts. My body and my mind have constantly seemed at war lately. Tonight, my mind was winning out. As I lay wide awake, one thing was clear. This can't continue; I need some answers!

Chapter 4

Thursday

Laying in bed naked with Kimmy is so calming. Her head rested gently on my chest while she slept. I adored her. Her perky tits rose and fell with each breath. After tonight, I was starting to feel more. This was turning into a real relationship. It wasn't just the wild sex we had just had; the whole evening with her was so lovely.

After thoroughly investigating her father, Kimmy could find no ties between Mr. Montgomery and Universal Solution Inc.. If anybody could find those ties, it would be her. That was a huge relief! Scratch him off the list of potential culprits. If he wasn't altering my mind, though, who was? If he wasn't controlling my mind, why was he trying so hard to control me through other means? From firing me to blacklisting me from all other restaurants except the strip club he invested in. Now, this business proposal? Where was he leading me?

Kimmy had convinced me to at least hear him out. At the very least, I'd get to try the delish Beef Wellington at The Establishment that Kimmy couldn't shut up about. 'It was to die for,' she went on about. I smiled at her excitement. I guess it can't hurt, but what business proposal? I'm already stripping and doing porn; what could be worse, or could it possibly be better?

Most of the evening was spent preparing for Saturday. I had no idea how much effort would go into planning revenge on Braden. We went over the plans repeatedly, and now I was ready to embarrass Braden and ruin his life, just like he ruined mine.

But first, there was tomorrow night. My 'date' with Jason. What even is that? Kimmy was so sweet and understanding, and I was lucky to have her accept my ideas on monogamy. Still, was this some grand romantic gesture or more control? Why were boys so confusing? Even before this arrangement, Jason seemed so sweet. He was hot as fuck. Maybe he is more than that? He seemed like a genuine great guy. Since the arrangement started, he has been supportive and kind enough not to take advantage of me. Here we are, though. It turns out this whole thing may have been his idea to turn me into some kind of bimbo slut.

With all that buzzing in my mind, I finally felt some ease. Having a plan to punish Braden was helpful, and crossing another suspect off the list was great. It was progress.

I sweetly kissed Kimmy on the forehead, her skin soft and warm under my lips. For the first time in forever, I quickly fell into a deep and peaceful sleep.

Chapter 5

Friday

My phone buzzed. I had just placed it down after sending Kimmy a pic of my outfit before my date with Jason.

"DAMN gurl!!!!!! :-P"

That response did make me smile. I know I looked super fine in the little black dress Jason had got for me. It clung to my curves in all the right places, and although it was really short and showed some stunning cleavage, it looked both classy and slutty, if that's possible. I turned in the mirror again, checking out my plump ass, barely covered in the dress. Jason had good taste, I had to admit.

I reached for my phone after it buzzed again.

"Use those looks to get some info about the mind control. Dont forget about me!!!!! Have fun hun!"

Another buzz, and I looked again.

"Message me as soon as you are back for a debrief."

As Kimmy reminded me, this was not just a romantic date with my beautiful roommate Jason, whom I have pined over forever. No, this was a mission! A mission to determine whether Jason was behind the mind control or not.

With one last look in my reflection. I was ready

"Here goes nothing," I whispered, picking up my purse and heading out the door to meet Jason.

Jason took me to a very fancy restaurant, and it was amazing. I can't remember the last time I had steak, let alone one so delicious. He was romantic and sweet, and we had fantastic chemistry throughout the night. Our conversations flowed effortlessly.

On the quest to find out if Jason was a jerk, I failed. Not only was he kind and gentle to me, but he treated the waitresses like humans. He even tipped very generously. Maybe it was a show to impress me, but it worked.

After dinner, we took a pleasant stroll through the city and stopped for a delish dessert at a beautiful shop before we came home.

Although it's kind of awkward to end a date coming back to the same place, Jason was cute about it. Damn, his eyes just twinkle. He walked me to my bedroom door and gave me one passionate kiss. I was ready to drop my panties for him right there, but instead, he took a step back.

"Thank you for a fantastic evening, Izzy. Can we do this again sometime?"

I was taken aback. He didn't want to fuck me? That's the first time in weeks that has happened. Everybody wants to fuck me.

"Yes, that would be nice, Jason."

"You are special, Izzy; good night," he grabbed my hand, kissed it, and then walked away. What the fuck?

As soon as I was alone, I texted Kimmy.

"Kimmy! I'm back!!"

"So early? What happened sweetie?"

"It was just a date. A nice date."

Enjoyed this story?

Rate it and discover more like it

You Might Also Like