Omega98
CHYOA Guru
At her husband's question Jenny forced a smile that she didn't feel. After her recent experiences the prospect of sex with Harold simply wasn't... exciting! Over the past week she'd made a major discovery about herself: She loved being dominated. She wanted to be degraded and used; taken control of and made into a sex object. It was humiliating and she hated herself for it but somehow that self-loathing made the sex better! Harold treated her as an equal, a partner and confidant. While she loved him for it, he didn't 'turn her on' as-it-were. But she also knew that was her fault. He'd done nothing wrong, and she didn't want to deny him even if she got nothing out of it.As Jenny steps out onto the streets below, curves hugged by her skintight garment giving her plenty of attention from the area's male denizens, she sees that she's indeed received a number of messages. Several, as feared, are from Vince, inquiring about her whereabouts. Harold let her have her privacy last night, not sending any messages, but as the hours progressed with no word this morning, he left a number of increasingly worried texts. As she gets home, she finds her husband still there, breathing a sigh of relief, before eyeing her up. "Is that a new dress, honey? I-I like it a lot." He scratches his head, but as she explains the situation, backs off and lets her get into costume, understanding the importance of the occasion. "Babe." He chances, before she exits, "I was thinking... If you're not busy tonight, maybe we could have some, uh, fun?" She doesn't need psychic powers to detect nervousness in his voice, cutely, if frustratingly, seeming as tentative as when he first asked her out.
So instead she smiled. "If I have the night off of course we can." she kissed him goodbye and flew to her meeting.
"Sorry, I"m sorry everyone. I had a very long night and got here as soon as I could." Psychana apologized after she winced at Vince's comment.On the other side of town, Psychana flies through the window of an impressive looking studio, equipped with a plethora of camera equipment and plentiful green screens along the wall. She recognises some of the men present are the very same photographers who shot her last time, and who she barely stopped herself from doing something lewd with. Behind the crew, the heroine sees Vince, who looks at his watch impatiently. "About time!" He sighs. Next to him, looking completely professional and a world away from her demeanor last night, is her newfound friend. "Psychana? I'm Belle. It's a pleasure to meet you." The redhead reaches out a hand. "We've got a simple shoot planned for today - nothing too demanding. We're doing cross promotion for one of our energy drink brands. You'll be doing a TV ad, and then posing for stills - we're planning to have your image on the can." Psychana's latent powers pick up someone's errant thoughts: Using cans to sell cans, heh. I know which ones I prefer.
"A pleasure to meet you Belle." Psychana greeted and shook the other woman's hand. "I look forward to working with you." After she listened to the redhead's instructions Psychana nodded. "Of course, whatever you think I need to do just say so and I'll try my best."
The stray thought she picked up was flattering in an embarrassing way, but Psychana didn't look for who may have thought it. The person was entitled to their private thoughts even if they were broadcasting. But she still couldn't quite hide a grimace as she picked up the thought. Like the past few mornings she felt sluggish and her headache wasn't helping any.
"I-I'm sorry-" Psychana said rubbing her temples "I seem to have a little bit of a headache. Does anyone have acetaminophen or ibuprofen I could borrow?"