House Rules
Your daydreaming about Riley's pussy got interrupted by a message from Alina.
*I've been thinking. If you agree to play a little game with me this afternoon, I might consider easing up on the censorship. Let you breathe a little.*
You stare at it for a moment. On one hand, every instinct you have says this is a trap. On the other hand, your instincts have not been particularly well-fed lately and are not in a position to be picky.
You type back carefully.
*If this involves breaking any clause of the contract, I'm not doing it.*
A pause. Then:
*Didn't realize Charlotte's leash on you was that short. Relax. Nothing will go against the contract. You have my word.*
You sit with that for a moment. Her word. From the woman who hacked your devices and once threatened to scream assault if you didn't leave her room in five seconds.
But also... the censorship. Easing up. Riley's selfies, finally visible.
*Fine, you type. What's the game?*
*Surprise...you'll see soon enough*