Chores Build Character - Week 02

Braden seemed fixated on showcasing my best features, and I couldn't help but wonder if he was subtly suggesting that I join him in the gym. Perhaps I could even earn some points that way.

As the afternoon stretched, I was on the phone again, thanking another restaurant for their time and trying to keep a hopeful tone despite my mounting frustration. Every call seemed to end the same way: rejections and closed doors. The promise made by my former boss had come true, leaving me unable to secure another waitress job. My experience seemed irrelevant in the face of whatever he'd done to tarnish my reputation.

I remembered Jason's words about another way, an alternative to the situation I'd found myself in. But then my mind wandered to last night's kiss, and I berated myself for being so distracted.

Shaking off those thoughts, I took stock of my current situation. I had accumulated 36 points. If I wear only the clothes Braden picked for me and cook dinner and clean up each night, I'd be at 54 by the end of the week. I needed a breakthrough, a way to bridge the gap.

Just as my thoughts were spiraling, my phone rang, interrupting the silence of my room. I answered hopefully, only to have my hopes dashed yet again. Jason's office informed me that I hadn't gotten the job, and their dismissive attitude felt like a punch in the gut. It was like I was wasting their time, a sentiment becoming all too familiar. I knew I wasn't getting the job, but to be so cruel?

Chapter 7

Saturday [36 pts]

I contemplated my next move when Jason called out from the living room. "Hey, Izzy! Come join us for a movie," he said, his tone filled with an inviting cheerfulness.

I quickly looked at my outfit: a short skirt and a halter top. It was embarrassing. With a sigh, I thought about how much I missed wearing regular clothes.

Entering the living room, I saw my two roommates already settled in as Jason headed to the bathroom, saying he had claimed the chair. They had chosen a movie that seemed to appeal to us all.

Braden and Teddy were at opposite ends of the couch, leaving a spot right between them for me. I could sense all their eyes on me. They either weren't used to me dressed this way or couldn't get enough of it. I bet it was the latter.

Plopping beside Braden and Teddy, I reluctantly accepted the situation.

As we settled in to watch the movie, Teddy shyly announced his exit, "Well, I'm calling it a night, guys. I've already seen this one and have an early D&D session tomorrow. Enjoy."

With Teddy gone, Braden turned to me, "Izzy, how about making this movie more interesting? I'll give you 5 points if you sit on my lap during the movie."

I rolled my eyes again but begrudgingly agreed, "Sure, why not?"

As we were getting comfortable, Jason returned from the bathroom, "Well, this is cozy," he remarked.

"Oh, you know, like, totally trying to earn some extra points. I'm like, way behind this week, you know?"

As I watched the movie, balanced on Braden's lap, the situation became increasingly uncomfortable. Each subtle shift and movement seemed to amplify the physical awareness between us. I could feel his hardness pressing against me, and the tension was palpable.

Then, Braden leaned in closer, his lips almost grazing my ear as he whispered, "It's 30 points if you follow my lead, and we make sure Jason doesn't notice."

My heart pounded in my chest as my mind raced. Braden wanted to fuck me here, in the living room? In front of Jason and without him finding out? I remembered Braden's beautiful cock from last week's massage and noticed how moist I was. Why was I enjoying this so much? 30 points was a lot, too, and I was so far behind. Giving a handy was one thing, but fucking him?

With a mixture of hesitation and desperation, I leaned closer to Braden, my voice a soft, flirtatious whisper, "Do you have a condom?" The words felt like a surprise coming out of my mouth.

Braden's lips curled into a sly smile as he produced a small foil packet from his pocket. He nodded subtly, his fingers lightly grazing my arm. "Always prepared," he whispered back.

My heart raced as I realized that Braden was indeed serious about this. I weighed the risks and rewards in my mind.

The movie continued to play in the background, its soundtrack providing a strange counterpoint to the tension in the room. I knew I had to make a decision quickly. I looked into Braden's eyes and nodded, barely whispering, "Fine."

As we began to enact Braden's plan, I couldn't help but wonder how I had gotten myself into this situation. My path to avoid homelessness led me into increasingly complicated and compromising scenarios, and I wasn't sure where it would end. But for now, all I could do was immerse myself in the moment, driven by necessity and desire, as we sought to keep our actions hidden from Jason's watchful eyes.

He was already hard. I was already damp. So, we were both ready to go when Braden flipped my skirt up and pulled my panties to the side.

Glancing at Jason, I willed him not to look our way. Braden's strong body repositioned me so that my now bald pussy was sitting across his shaft. He leaned in and whispered, "So smooth and wet. Aren't you a dirty girl?"

As I slid across his cock, with my eyes fixated on Jason to make sure he didn't notice, I wondered if I was nothing more than a dirty whore? Here I was, rubbing my roommate's cock with my pussy, a roommate I don't even like, and for what? To gain points to stay in this house?

I leaned my lips to his ears and breath heavily, enjoying the sensation, "Yes, Braden, I am, like, your dirty slut." There, I said it. I read somewhere admission is the first step to recovery, maybe? Braden took those words as a command and carefully lifted me with one hand and sneakily put on a condom with his other hand, using my body as a shield from Jason.

With a quiet voice, Braden told me, "Remember, don't make a sound. Jason can't know." I gulped, knowing what was next. With one thrust, he entered me, filling my pussy fuller than it had ever been before.

Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! I let out a slight sound; I really couldn't stop it. To Braden's credit, he just let it sit inside me so I could adjust to the size, but it was soo much.

With that, Jason turned to us. "Everything alright over there?" he inquired. From his point of view, it must have been quite a sight. I was sitting on Braden's lap in my small halter top, my nipples just starting to show through the padded bra. My skirt covered Braden's lap, so the only evidence was the look on my face. A look I had trouble hiding.

I had to be careful, "Oh, Jason," I cooed, trying to sound innocent, "Braden is just being, like, a jerk. It's fine." I hoped that my response sounded playful enough to keep Jason from getting suspicious. Lucky for me, Jason turned back to the movie.

Braden leaned in again, "Good job, slut." with that, he started to fuck me. I'm no virgin, but this was the hottest sex I have ever had. I'm not sure what it was that made it so. The knowing I was whoring myself out? The exhibitionism? Or was it Braden's giant cock? No matter what, I did my best to keep quiet amidst unbelievable pleasure. It was the most silent, dirtiest sex I have ever had.

Lost in pleasure, I was brought back to reality when Braden stopped me and held me still. Jason had got up. Apparently, the movie ended. "You two going to stay there all night?"

Braden took a moment to gather himself, "You know I like to watch the credits, Jason. Why don't you head to bed?"

Jason looked like he was figuring something out, but his face never showed it drew a conclusion. "Good night then." With that, he left, removing the need for secrecy.

Braden lifted me, threw me over the couch, and started to pound me doggy style. He shoved my face into the couch cushions, which was kind of clever to keep me from screaming in pleasure and waking up the roommates. He slapped my ass, with the couch muffling my yelps. I knew my old boyfriends could never resist that, too. As I was told, my ass was meant to take a pounding, and Braden gave it to me hard.

I could feel him getting close, which set me off. A giant orgasm washed over me in silence, thanks to the couch cushions. I barely registered when Braden pulled out and told me to turn around. As I opened my eyes, cum plastered my face.

With cum everywhere and me all heated, Braden pulled out his camera and took pictures. I was too shocked to react, but those pictures must have been a sight. He smacked my face with his dick, wiping the remaining cum off, and left me alone in the living room, questioning my life choices.

Chapter 8

Sunday [69 pts]

I woke up on the last day with a total of 69 points. "Nice," I giggled, though the situation was far from ideal. The previous night's events with Braden had left me with mixed feelings. It had been hot and exciting, but it made me question if I was comfortable becoming the house's slut.

I considered my limited options. I even attempted to call my stepdad for money, but there was no answer. It's not like he was loaded anyway, but I was hoping he could come through. I shouldn't have been surprised that he didn't; we rarely talk. With resignation, I begrudgingly put on the last outfit Braden had picked out--a revealing cheerleader uniform. The uniform looked overly sexy for any actual cheerleading. Braden probably fucked lots of cheerleaders, I thought. A shiver went down my spine.

Making it even worse, I didn't plan my panty situation well. I forgot I had to go commando one day, and sadly, it had to be today. With this short skirt, it was going to be a struggle.

I proceeded with my usual routine, going through the training videos that were becoming more about adjusting my attitude than anything else. The constant emphasis on acting like a brainless bimbo grated on my nerves, but I had little choice now.

My phone suddenly chimed with a reminder about my meeting with Kimmy. I couldn't believe I'd forgotten about it.

I glanced at the absurd cheerleader costume and couldn't help but despise the choices I'd made this week. With a flirty shrug in the mirror, a byproduct of the training videos I'd been subjected to, I tried to brush off the unease and headed out for our coffee meeting.

I waltzed into the coffee shop and immediately felt all eyes on me. Of course, who could ignore a girl dressed up like a sexy cheerleader in a hipster coffee joint?

As I sashayed through the café, hips swaying seductively, I'd been practicing. Due to the shortness of my skirt and no panties, I probably made many of their days.

I spotted Kimmy seated in a cozy corner, two hot cups of coffee already laid out. She wore a vintage-inspired high-waisted pair of jeans, rolled up at the ankles and adorned with quirky patches and embroidery. Her top was a fitted, off-the-shoulder crop in a soft pastel color, showing off just a hint of her midriff. Over this, she had a cozy, oversized cardigan that seemed to have come straight out of a thrift store. She was quite cute.

Her eyes lit up when she saw me, and I couldn't help but giggle, "Hey there, cutie! Sorry, I'm a little late."

Kimmy flashed a warm smile and gestured for me to take a seat. While I twirled a strand of my hair between my fingers, a habit I'd developed during the training videos. "No worries. I've been looking forward to this," she said.

Our conversation flowed easily. We started with the usual small talk, but it began to feel like a first date.

As we chatted, my eyes couldn't help but wander over Kimmy's figure. I'm unsure if I was turned on or jealous of her tits, but they were hot.

Then, with a mischievous grin, Kimmy delved into the topic that had brought us here. "So, Izzy, I've been doing some digging since we last met," she said. "You won't believe what I found out about my daddy."

I leaned in closer, twirling my hair even more, "Like, totally, spill the beans, Kimmy! I'm like, super curious." What did she learn about my former boss?

She leaned back, clearly enjoying the attention. "Well, my dear old father has blacklisted you from every restaurant in town. Can you believe it?"

I gasped in mock disbelief, "Oh my gosh, that's like, sooo unfair, Kimmy!"

She laughed a melodic sound that made my heart flutter. "Right? But here's the kicker, Izzy. While shutting restaurant doors for you, he's given you a glowing recommendation for the sketchiest strip club in town." She arched an eyebrow, clearly puzzled. "Why, though? You seem so sweet."

I bit my lip playfully, another trick I'd picked up from the training. "Well, sweetie, sometimes life's just full of mysteries."

With the reason for our "date" out in the open, Kimmy couldn't but tease, "You've got a little something there, Izzy." She reached in with her finger and wiped away the foam from the coffee from my lip. She pulled it back and, without thinking, liked the foam from her fingers. This girl turned me on, and I don't think she meant to.

I giggled, "Thanks."

As our conversation continued, I enjoyed myself more and more. Kimmy was genuinely lovely, and I was enjoying our time together.

Leaving the café, Kimmy, with her ever-present curiosity, couldn't resist asking about my cheerleader outfit, almost as if she wanted to the whole time. Blushing, I mumbled a quick explanation, saying something about it being a dare. I felt a little embarrassed.

But Kimmy reassured me, "That outfit looks seriously hot on you." Her words made my cheeks turn an even deeper shade of red, but I couldn't help but smile at the compliment.

Then, she leaned in closer, "I'd love to see you again, Izzy. How about we do this again sometime?" My heart skipped a beat as I realized she was serious.

I couldn't deny that I wanted that too, and I nodded, "Oh, absolutely, Kimmy. I'd totally love that!"

With 23 points to go, I scoured the chore list for potential tasks, but the options were pretty limited. I decided to head to the kitchen to think about dinner before making a final decision.

As I bent over to inspect the fridge, I knew my skirt had ridden up, revealing more of my ass and a hint of my bald pussy. Out of nowhere, my phone rang, and I hastily returned to my room. I couldn't help but notice Teddy's eyes on me as I hurried down the hall.

I answered it with a flirty tone, "Hey there, sweetie!"

The voice on the other end introduced themselves as the owner of the strip club Kimmy mentioned. My heart sank, and I couldn't believe this was the only job I could find. At least I confirmed Kimmy was honest with me.

"I'm not a stripper," I replied, my voice dripping with annoyance. I thought I had a different career path than this.

The person on the other end quickly reassured me, "Oh, don't worry, honey. We're not looking for dancers. We need a server for our club. Just once a week, you know, for the Friday night shift. It's not what you might be thinking."

I hesitated, torn between my desperation for any job and the discomfort of working in such an environment. Finally, I reluctantly agreed to an interview. I knew I needed to do whatever it took to escape my current situation. With a sigh, I hung up the phone, still frustrated at how limited my options had become.

With that out of the way, my mind raced with questions about the impending points dilemma. Would I be immediately kicked out if I didn't meet my goal, or was there some flexibility? Seeking answers, I decided to pay a visit to Jason's room. Our budding connection made me feel like I could speak to him about my concerns.

"Hey there, Jason," I greeted him as I entered his room, "I've got a question."

"Sure, what's on your mind?"

"So," I began, trying to sound as straightforward as possible, "what, like, happens if I don't, you know, make my points by the end of the week?"

Jason's expression remained composed as he replied, "Well if you don't accumulate the required points, you'll have until the end of the month to pack your bags and leave. It's the arrangement we all agreed upon."

My heart sank at the confirmation of my fears. I had to push forward. "I'm 23 points short," I admitted.

Jason's disappointment was palpable, and I could see it in his eyes even as he continued speaking. "I see," he replied, leaning back thoughtfully.

"But what can I do?" I asked, struggling to keep my voice from slipping back into that flirty tone. "I don't want just to give in and be... you know, the house slut."

Jason's eyes met mine, "I understand," he said sympathetically, "but if you're not willing to consider that option, there might be another way."

"Lip fillers," he suggested, his voice tinged with a hint of reluctance. "It's worth 20 points."

I mull over the idea of altering my appearance even more. I wouldn't say I liked that idea either.

Jason could see the reluctance on my face, and then he hinted that the wild card was Teddy's this week.

That piqued my curiosity, and I couldn't resist asking, "What do you mean Teddy's wild card? What does he have in mind?"

Jason's lips curled into a sly smirk as he leaned in closer. "It's actually not too bad," he replied cryptically. "You should go talk to him."

The conversation left me feeling relief at having options, albeit shitty ones.

Nervously, I approached Teddy's door and gave it a tentative knock.

"Hey, Teddy," I greeted him with a little hair twirl and a flirtatious smile. "I heard it's your week for the wild card. Like, do you mind if I, you know, chat with you for a sec?"

His eyes seemed to light up briefly, and then he shyly looked away, his cheeks coloring slightly. "Oh, um, sure, Izzy. Come on in," he stammered, allowing me to enter.

Once inside, I decided to be straightforward about my intentions. "I, like, totally need to use the wild card this week," I chirped, "and I heard it's your choice."

Teddy seemed even more nervous, but he managed to reply, "Really? You want to use it?"

I couldn't help but tease him playfully, "Well, why not? What is it?"

He chuckled nervously and finally gathered the courage to reveal his wild card chore choice. "I was thinking... since you don't have a social media account, maybe I could set one up for you. And, um, I could run it for you."

I had never been much of a social media person. I rarely checked it and couldn't care less about it. What could possibly go wrong? Plus, I'd succeed this week. So I flashed Teddy a sweet smile and nodded, "Sure, Teddy," I giggled, "That sounds, like, totally fine with me."

"Don't worry, Izzy. I have enough pictures from the comic book store to start with. You won't have to do much. I'll handle everything."

I could see how excited Teddy was, which made me happy. "Just promise you won't make me look too silly, okay?"

With a warm smile, Teddy replied, "Don't worry about a thing."

Feeling relieved, I left Teddy's room, knowing I had completed the second week's chore list.

As the night settled in, I was in my room, reflecting on the whirlwind of a week I had just experienced. Everything had been wildly unpredictable, from the disappointment of not landing that office job to the surprising interview offer at a strip club. And let's not forget the strange encounter with Kimmy and that hot night with Braden. Plus, what was going on with Jason and I?

My thoughts were interrupted by the familiar buzz of my phone, indicating a new text. I picked it up and saw that it was from Jason. The message contained a link and a cryptic "you have to see this" comment. Curiosity piqued, I tapped the link, wondering what he had sent me.

The link led me to a social media profile for IzzyEcchi, the account Teddy had created for me. I had no idea what the word Ecchi meant, and I was too afraid to ask. The profile picture was from the comic book store, with my supergirl costume on and my butt exposed in the tiny skirt, looking over my shoulder to the camera. I had a natural, seductive look. Here was the first time I saw the wild pictures from that night.