Chores Build Character - Week 03

I replied with gratitude, "Oh, thank you, Jason. It's, like, adorable that you care about how I feel. This whole thing is, like, a wild ride, but I'm, you know, starting to roll with it."

Jason nodded and smiled, his kind nature shining through, "You know, Izzy, I genuinely care about you. Your well-being is important to me, and I don't want this situation to get too intense for you."

Our conversation flowed, and eventually, we landed on the topic of the "wild card" chore for this week. Given the order, I assumed it was Jason's turn to choose. So, with a hint of curiosity, I asked, "Hey, Jason, what's your, like, plan for the wild card this week?"

Jason hesitated momentarily, then admitted, "Actually, it's not my turn this time. Braden's the one with the wild card."

He seemed concerned about not wanting to burden me with something too overwhelming. Still, there was an unspoken undercurrent in our conversation.

As we continued talking, I shared my thoughts and feelings about the situation before giving him what I thought was great news. "I got a waitress job, so this arrangement might wrap up soon."

Jason's reaction showed a subtle hint of disappointment, even though he tried to hide it. Our connection had deepened over time, and the thought of changes in our dynamic seemed to affect him on a deeper level. Despite my excitement about the new job, a bittersweet note lingered in our conversation.

"I'm really happy for you, Izzy, but I'll miss these chores. It's brought so much fun to this house."

Our exchange was heartfelt, ending with one of those sweet kisses that always made me long for more.

Chapter 4

Thursday [45 pts]

Sitting in that softly lit restaurant with Kimmy, I couldn't help but feel outrageously sexy in my new little black dress. It hugged my curves, leaving nothing to the imagination, making me feel like a bombshell. But as I glanced at Kimmy, all thoughts of my outfit faded.

Kimmy looked stunning in her cool hipster outfit. She wore a fitted, cropped black t-shirt showcasing her toned midriff, and her high-waisted, distressed denim jeans emphasized her slender legs. Her style was effortlessly alluring, and I couldn't help but admire her unique sense of fashion.

I'd just wrapped up explaining the whole wacky chores arrangement to Kimmy. I wanted someone to confide in, and she seemed generally interested in me. I could see the sympathy and concern in her eyes.

I tried to keep my cool, offering a reassuring smile and a voice that was way more confident than I felt. "Don't worry, Kimmy," I said with that flirty tone I'd been trained to use, "I've got it under control. I snag the points I need every week."

Kimmy gave me this puzzled look, genuinely curious. "But, like, how do you plan it out? It must be a lot of organization."

I paused momentarily, flashing that sheepish grin that felt so wrong but was apparently so right. "Well, I don't really plan," I confessed with a casual shrug. "I kinda just, like, stumble onto those points as I go."

Kimmy's expression had a bit of a shift, somewhere between concern and amusement. She didn't say anything, though, and I appreciated that.

Our dinner conversation flowed on, and as the evening ticked away, I brought up the training videos and how they were helping with my behavior. "They're kinda relaxing, believe it or not."

Kimmy's interest was piqued, and she leaned in, eager to hear more. "Relaxing? Seriously? They are making you act like a total bimbo!"

I started explaining how those videos had this weirdly calming effect on me, how they just swept away all my worries and left me in a totally chill mood.

Kimmy asked many questions before realizing I had no information, so she dropped it, and we continued our date.

And then, out of the blue, after the waitress took our finished plates away, Kimmy asked, "Hey, are you gonna get me a birthday cake, Izzy?"

My eyes practically sparkled with excitement. "Wait, your birthday? You didn't tell me it was your birthday!

"Yesterday. I turned 19."

After happy birthday wishes, I ordered her that cake. The singing from the staff was fun, and after the delicious treat, I didn't want this date to end. "Like, you know, maybe we should head back to my place after for your birthday present," I giggled, a mischievous glint in my eyes.

As Kimmy and I left the restaurant, eager anticipation filled the air, making each step toward my house brim with excitement.

Back in my cozy bedroom, the atmosphere was charged with excitement. Kimmy sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes sparkling.

"Are you ready for your gift, Kimmy?"

"Absolutely! I can't wait!"

I leaned closer, my fingers gently brushing Kimmy's cheek. "Close your eyes," I whispered.

Kimmy did as I said, closing her eyelids as she eagerly awaited the surprise. She was so hot. I quickly undressed, removing my black dress and underwear. Standing there naked in my heels, I tried to look as alluring as possible.

"Okay, you can, like, totally open your eyes now,"

As Kimmy's eyelids fluttered open, she was met with a sight that left her breathless. As she was about to speak, I pounced on her with a deep and hungry kiss. Which she reciprocated passionately.

"I can't believe this is happening," Kimmy whispered between kisses.

I couldn't quite believe it was happening either; I started to move my kisses down her body. I wanted to make her feel good. I wanted to be her source of pleasure.

She quickly removed her own clothes, revealing her own sexy body. Her tits were much larger than mine and perkier. I couldn't deny my jealousy. I also couldn't deny how much I wanted to play with them.

Her hands were now exploring my body. She firmly gripped my ass as I began to suck her nipples, making her moan loudly. I couldn't help but feel incredibly sexy as she squeezed my butt.

"You are so hot," I mumbled against her nipple, "so, so fucking hot." I blew warm air onto them, trying to make them as hard as possible.

I felt her shiver as I said this and started to move my kisses down her flat stomach, kissing her thigh.

I could feel the warmth of her pussy, so wet and ready. My tongue found her clit, and she whimpered in response.

I lapped her up, drinking in her wetness as she moaned.

"You're such a good girl," she cooed.

I couldn't help but grin. I felt so proud of myself. I continued to suck and lick her pussy. Her hand was now on my head, her fingers gripping my hair as I dove deeper.

"You are such a good girl," she repeated. "You are my good little bimbo."

Her words hit me hard, and my clit began to throb. I felt so incredibly horny. My tongue was now inside her, tasting her wetness. I loved it. I couldn't get enough of her.

As I continued to please her, I felt my arousal growing. I needed her, and I could tell she needed me, too.

Soon, my lips were on hers again, and she tasted her sweet juices. Her hands were now moving down, and her fingers began to explore my wetness. "You're so fucking wet," she mumbled against my lips.

Her fingers found their way inside me, and I couldn't help but squeal in desire. It felt so fucking good.

We moved together, our bodies connected. We were one.

"You're such a good bimbo," she cooed into my ear. "So, so good."

My mind was full of pleasure, and her words only added to the intensity.

I was her bimbo.

She was in complete control, and I loved it. I wanted to please her, and she wanted to please me. It was a perfect match.

Our bodies were pressed against each other, and her fingers continued to work their magic. She was so dominant, and it turned me on so much.

"I'm yours," I whimpered, "I'm all yours."

"Yes," she breathed, "you are mine. All mine."

Her fingers were inside me, and her thumb was pressed against my clit.

"Oh fuck," I groaned, "I'm gonna cum."

"Do it," she whispered, "cum for me, my little bimbo."

Her words set me off, and my orgasm crashed like a wave. My body shook with pleasure, and my moans filled the room.

She held me tight, her fingers still working their magic. "Such a good girl," she whispered, "such a good little bimbo."

With that, I needed to return the favor, and my mouth was drawn immediately to her pussy. It felt amazing. I licked and sucked and nibbled on her clit until she came hard.

"Oh fuck," she cried, "you're so good at that."

Her praise only made me work harder, and soon, she was screaming in ecstasy. Her juices were flowing freely, and her body was wracked with spasms. I swallowed up as much as I could. It tasted like candy.

After we'd both caught our breath, we snuggled up together. Kimmy held me close, her fingers tracing patterns on my skin.

"You're so amazing," she murmured.

I smiled, feeling so content and safe. In this position, I quickly fell asleep.

As I lay in bed, I felt the warmth of the orgasm still tingling on my skin. The room was bathed in the soft glow of dimmed lights, and the air was thick with passion and uncertainty. As I gazed at the ceiling, my thoughts swirled in a chaotic whirlwind.

But then, something shifted.

Kimmy had disappeared from the bed, leaving me naked and alone. Panic crept in. What had just transpired? Why did she leave so abruptly?

My heart raced as she returned, leaning over to kiss me gently on the forehead. A chill coursed through my body as I noticed her delicate hand slipping an inconspicuous USB card into her pocket.

My voice trembled as I asked, "What's that?" My eyes darted from the mysterious object to her face, searching for any hint, any clue to her actions.

Kimmy's lips curved into a seductive smile, and her voice oozed with a playful yet enigmatic tone. "Don't worry, your pretty head," she purred, fingers caressing my cheek. "It's just something I need to investigate."

As her lips met mine for one last tender kiss, I watched her go, her figure disappearing into the room's shadows.

Chapter 5

Friday [46 pts]

It was finally Friday, and with Teddy home from school, I figured it was the perfect time to tackle the photoshoot chore. I couldn't afford to lose those precious 15 points.

I sauntered to Teddy's room and gently knocked on the door. He opened the door and invited me inside. "Hey, Teddy," I purred, "How's my social media going?" It's not like I cared. I had not looked at it since it was set up last weekend.

Teddy's face flushed with a shy smile as he turned to his massive monitor, loaded with my social media account. He hesitated for a moment, then bashfully gestured toward the screen. "Well, Izzy, you've gained quite a few followers, and your posts are getting tons of likes and comments. It's kind of exciting."

Internally, I couldn't help but find the numbers a bit dull. But, of course, I kept up appearances. I responded with a flirty giggle, "Oh, that's, like, so awesome, Teddy! You are so great at running this." I stroked his shoulder gently and continued, "So, what's the plan for the photoshoot?"

Teddy, still somewhat shy but clearly enthusiastic about his role in my social media, began to explain, "Well, you see, I'm running out of content from the comic book store, and I need more stuff for your followers. I've got a few ideas that I think could be really fun."

Fun for Teddy or the fans? He handed me three outfits for the photo shoot.

I stood before the costumes that lay on my bed. Teddy decided running a poll on my social media would be brilliant. It was simple: "Vote for the Hollywood movie scenes you want to see in my upcoming photoshoot!" What could go wrong, right?

Well, the three "winners" of the poll now sat before me, taunting me with their sexy cosplay allure. First up, a Freddy Kruger costume from "Nightmare on Elm Street." Then there was the iconic dress from "Basic Instinct," you know, the infamous interrogation scene. And last but not least, a gold bikini à la Leia in "Return of the Jedi."

All three were the sexiest versions of these outfits because, of course, they were. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the choices. What had my life come to when I seriously considered dressing up as a dream-dwelling psycho killer? The gold bikini wasn't much better. It's Leia and all, but the thought of parading around in that didn't exactly scream "rebel leader."

With a sigh and a sense of resignation, I grabbed the Freddy Kruger costume and changed.

Teddy's idea of a Freddy Kruger costume was, well, let's just say he'd gone all out. I was decked out in high heels, fishnet stockings, and a black and red striped sweater with strategically placed cuts everywhere. I mean, sure, Freddy was known for his unique style, but this took it to a whole new level. And by "whole new level," I mean really slutty and showing off that I wasn't wearing a bra. As I said, the cuts were strategic. The sweater didn't even fully cover my butt, and I was given no bottoms, just a black thong. The classic brown hat was at the top, perched jauntily, completing the look of everyone's favorite dream-stalking psychopath. And, of course, I had to remember the claws, the signature weapon of choice for Mr. Kruger.

I also took the time to do my makeup, making my eyes dark and smoky and my lips a sultry crimson. I couldn't deny that, despite the ridiculousness of the whole outfit, I did look kind of...sexy? I rolled my eyes at the absurdity of it all.

Summoning up whatever courage I could muster, I left my room and headed into the living room. What had my life come to? I was about to model in a skimpy cosplay outfit for my online social media.

As the Freddy Kruger photoshoot wrapped up, I couldn't help but admit I'd had an unexpectedly good time. Despite his initial shyness, Teddy had been surprisingly adorable in his attempts to get me to pose as hot as possible for my followers. I wasn't an expert on what was "hot" or not, but I did my best to play along. Trying to give him everything he wanted to ensure the points.

For the last shot of the session, I decided to take the initiative. I bent over, exposing the thong I was wearing underneath, and looked over my shoulder in a killer, sultry pose. Teddy's eyes practically bulged out of his head, and I couldn't help but smirk. If we were going for sexy, we might as well go all the way, right?

Clearly excited and nervous, Teddy finally spoke up, "Okay, Izzy, it's time to move on. Can you change into the Basic Instinct costume now?"

I sighed dramatically, disappointed that the Freddy Kruger session had ended. It was kind of fun being a killer. But, hey, I was in it for the points, right? So, whatever Teddy needed, I had to oblige.

I settled into a chair for the Basic Instinct photoshoot. Teddy had already taken pictures of me teasing with my legs. Still, he was holding back, probably waiting for the famous scene.

He hinted at what he wanted, and despite my initial reluctance, I decided to oblige. I took a deep breath and slowly spread my legs apart like Sharon Stone in the iconic movie scene. Teddy's camera clicked away, capturing my exposed thin panties' provocative pose from various angles. Although I was covered, you could make out the hints of my bald lips.

After a while, he looked slightly disappointed, and I couldn't help but ask, "Like, what's up, Teddy?

He hesitated momentarily before answering, "Well, in the movie, um, she's not wearing panties."

I blinked in surprise. Teddy actually wanted me to pose like that? It was one thing to recreate a famous movie scene but quite another to expose myself online. After a brief internal debate, I decided that since he couldn't actually post this on social media, giving him a private show wouldn't hurt.

So, with a hint of nervousness, I removed my panties and took a deep breath. I exaggeratedly uncrossed and crossed my legs a few times, all while Teddy took countless pictures. I couldn't help but feel bold and daring, doing something I'd never imagined doing just a few weeks ago.

Finally, it seemed like Teddy had enough pictures. He looked at me and asked for the final costume, and I was more than ready to cover up my pussy, which was becoming damp.

Teddy's genuine excitement was palpable as I struck various poses in the Princess Leia gold bikini costume. He was clearly in his element, and that infectious enthusiasm emboldened him to direct me through a wide array of sexy poses. I couldn't help but wonder if some of these poses would ever be acceptable on social media.

Amid our enthusiastic photography session, the door unexpectedly creaked open, and Braden sauntered into the room. His gaze lingered on me for a moment. "Princess Leia, huh? I thought Carrie Fisher had bigger...tits."

I rolled my eyes in response, retorting with sarcasm, "Well, Braden, you know, I'm just working with what I've got."

Teddy, who had been enjoying his role as the photographer, seemed momentarily caught off guard by Braden's unexpected arrival. His initial confidence waned, and he began to put away his camera, seemingly hesitant to continue the photoshoot with an audience.

"Teddy, did you, like, get all the shots you wanted?" I inquired.

Teddy hesitated for a moment, his gaze darting between me and Braden. Eventually, he shook his head slightly and confessed, "Not yet."

Braden playfully quipped, "Looks like Teddy's shy, huh? Maybe we should give him some motivation."

I shot Braden an amused look, playing along, and leaned closer to Teddy. "Aw, don't be shy, Teddy! We're just having fun here. Maybe Braden's right; a little motivation wouldn't hurt?" With that, I reached for the bikini top and raised it slightly, revealing the undersides of my boobs.

Emboldened by the encouragement, Teddy nodded and resumed the photoshoot. As we continued, he grew more confident and assertive in directing the poses.

Braden's gaze was intense, "Izzy, you must love showing off your body, huh?"

I didn't love it but I didn't want to ruin their fun. "Oh, you know, like, a girl's gotta have fun, right?"

"What a slut." Braden exclaimed. I know I should be mad, but Braden has called me that so many times in the last few weeks I've grown used to it.

As the photoshoot continued, Braden's inquisitive voice broke through the ambient sounds of the room. "Hey, Izzy, why are you still wearing the top?"

That pig! I was pissed that he wanted to degrade me further, and I felt bad for poor Teddy. This was his shoot. "Oh, Braden, it's Teddy's photoshoot, and I'm just, like, following directions, you know?"

Braden's gaze shifted toward Teddy, who looked flustered but eventually stammered, "Izzy, can you, um, remove your top? We can get some shots of you, like, covering yourself and from behind."

I couldn't help but feel annoyed by the request, but I knew I had to play along, so I turned around and dropped the top with a teasing grin. "Sure thing, Teddy. Anything for the followers, right?"

The room crackled with tension, and Teddy's camera continued to snap pictures of each pose I struck. The few from behind weren't bad, but I felt really exposed when I was turned around with only my hands covering my boobs.

Braden's voice was mischievous as he proposed, "Let's take it up a notch, shall we?"

Teddy gulped, "Take it up a notch?"

"Just keep taking pictures or videos if you want, and follow my lead."

What was Braden talking about? I pondered that while I held my naked tits. I had to admit this had been an exciting evening, and I was horny, but I thought this photoshoot was done. Up a notch?

I soon got my answer as Braden walked up to me and spanked my ass. "Do you want 40 points slut?"

Horny as I was, 40 points sounded like the most critical thing in the world. I tried to wrap my brain to figure out what was on the chore list worth 40 points until it dawned on me. They wanted to tag team me here in the living room.

I wanted to start yelling and screaming at Braden, but he pulled my panties aside and started to finger my pussy which was dripping wet. I moaned uncontrollably.