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Danny was roused from the precious few hours between getting home and having to get ready for his nine-five by an unusually persistent pinging. Assuming it was his boss, Sandra--always dumping work no one else in the office wanted off on him, since he'd always roll over and do it without complaint--Danny rubbed his eyes and brought the harsh blue-white glow of the smartphone but to his face to see what she wanted.
Having been with the company for five years now, Danny had been pretty steadily moving up until he met Sandra...and he met Sandra fairly early on. Outwardly friendly, jocular, always willing to listen to her team and take their needs and perspectives into consideration, Danny quickly learned that the reason she was able to put on this casual approachable air was a jet-black capitalist heart that knew where to find a weak spot and hit it until it dropped. The weak spot in this case was him.
All of the qualities that had brought Danny to Sandra always made him a perfect victim for her particular management style. A young, single man who was cute but not exactly a male model, Danny had spend his formative years using his diligence and work ethics to compensate for his general shyness and squeamishness around others, especially the opposite sex. His parents divorced when he was quite young and he had attended school with his half-siblings, twin sisters Sasha and Raven. Based on their ages relative to his own, they were almost definitely conceived on his parents' wedding night, a fact that made the inevitable divorce immensely more acrimonious.
His father and step-mother settled into a happy married life they maintained well into their children's adulthoods, but Danny's mother never quite found the ideal husband. Nevertheless, she doted on little Danny, encouraging and pushing him to pursue maths and science and achieve the financial independence and personal success that so often eludes children of single mothers. While he found his success for a time, it also left Danny with a severe case of "Momma's Boy" that left him teased, isolated, and sinking deeper into STEM studies as relief from the crippling loneliness he felt.
However, once he was an adult that motherly affection became an ingredient for new paraphilia entirely. While Danny had only ever masturbated to the thought of bedding his own mother--he hadn't even seen her in underwear, much less naked--that generalized into a wider attraction towards any older woman. They didn't have to be his mother's age or even look like her, but Danny was firmly in the target audience of the MILF category. All the better if said MILF had some kind of power or control over the younger man...a power he could then subvert or break to dominant her.
Thus, Sandra. Only about fifteen years older than Danny, slightly shorter than him but towering over Danny at his desk especially on days when she wore a pair of her fuck-me pumps, black hair always in some fashionable cut to synergize her expansive wardrobe, and perfect pale skin from her Japanese heritage, however many generations removed from her ancestors' homeland as she might be: a word, perfect. Small, mean, and as fuckable as she was unattainable.
The idea that they would ever fuck was unthinkable. She was his immediate superior and they worked together. It would be unprofessional and he was certain he wasn't her type--based on her Instagram he'd occasionally stalk, it was talk, dark, and stupid--in the first place. However, there was an unspoken dimension to their work relationship: Sandra was a terminal tease and she knew it made Danny work harder, theoretically for the company, but mostly for her.
Like a horny Sisyphus, Danny doggedly performed his duties everyday, then passed out in his closet-sized apartment after a quick jerk session to either Sandra's insta or whatever decent video he could find under "Milf Asian Interracial Fucked Hard."
So when he looked at his phone in the wee hours of a Friday morning, the sun still not risen, Danny was shocked and confused at what he saw.
Heyo Dan-Man read the message Its Tito my man! I got this sick new app i wanted to get some field tests on out in the wild and immediately thought of you. It hasn't hit the market yet and we're working some kinks, so enjoy some early adopter good-good, my brother ;)
Tito...Dan hadn't spoken to Tito in years. Not that they had a falling out or anything. In fact, Tito had been Danny's best friend in college. He went out of his way to drag Danny to actual parties and bars and arguably was directly responsible for Danny losing his virginity. They even had a threesome with a Trinidadian classmate. A final hot night before a long post-graduation dry spell for Danny.
Curious of what his old friend wanted him to try out, Danny opened the link in Tito's message. The app was called B-Loved and had a fairly attractive UI as far as phone apps go. Every was clean and clear, except for what exactly the damn thing did.
Prompted to make a profile, Danny filled out all the basics before getting an "Add Contacts" option. Still unsure of what the app did or why an unreleased app would even be able to add contacts, he chose to ignore it for now and explore the home menu a bit.
Clicking on the first tab, Danny was hit with what looked like a Character Creation screen. Assuming Tito must've sent him some kind of new game he was working on--which, didn't seem like Tito's kind of thing, but alright--Danny attempt to start making a character. Clicking an option for "body type" he was surprised to get a loud beep and an error message:
Please Select Template [Add From Contacts]
"Huh, weird," said Danny aloud, now awake and very curious. Why would the character creator need to use a template and why would it have to be from contacts? How would that even work?
