You wake up to a mix of surprise, disgust, delight and desire. You’re fully naked, in Stanley and Beatrice Hoover’s marital bed, with their young daughter Clarisse wrapped in your arms. She rests peacefully, also fully naked, her cheek very close to your bosom.
Beatrice, naturally, is horrified. You are a monster. What made you defile my daughter in such a way!?
You silence her with the truth. That isn’t your daughter, ma’am. That is my partner, my girlfriend, my future wife. And I’m pretty sure she didn’t mind I was wearing you like a costume.
You stand, feeling a rougher flesh sticking to you. It is Stanley, fully deflated. You and Jessica agreed to sleep together, and in a flash of inspiration, you agreed to humiliate Tessa’s rival in the worst way possible – to sleep atop him, fornicating as mother and daughter, until exhaustion.
This gesture made your girl stir, her eyes fluttering, She stretches, drawing closer to you. “Good morning, Mommy.”
You thrust your tongue into her lips, savoring her young flesh. “Good morning, my dear. Did you sleep well?”
She giggles, rubbing her fingers on your labia. “I’d ask the same from you. Did I please you?”
“You were very creative, darling.” You draw your lips to her ear, holding your urges to cackle. “That was so wicked.”
“Well, I would be horrified if I was the real Clarisse, but I’m not. I’m just wearing her flesh, just as you’re wearing her mother’s.” She crawls atop you, establishing her dominance. “Are you having second thoughts?”
“I was thinking what would Maria say if she found us on top of him,” you say as you point at the door and at the skin you’re squashing.
This makes her react in shock. “Shit! She could be here at any minute!” You see her rushing away, but you hold her, grabbing your clock. You thank your lucky stars for the hour it’s showing.
“It’s still early, babe. You know Maria needs to go to her Mass service. She’ll be arriving by 10 at the earliest.”
“Oh,” you say, startled. “Shouldn’t we be doing the same too?”
“I don’t think it’ll be a shock if the Hoovers miss a service.” You stand and stretch, the firm and round breasts of the matriarch of the house hanging from your chest. “I’ll have to leave though. Need to see what Cassie’s doing.”
“Yeah, before Maria catches you.” As you start peeling off Beatrice’s skin, you hear your girl sigh. “Too bad we couldn’t make a clone out of her.”
“In time, babe. Did you really like what we did so much?”
“It was fun.”
“I’m more worried that we couldn’t get Hoover’s mind into his clone. We need a functional one.”
“All we need is to wake him up and fool him while groggy. You got the mind-erasing pen with you?”
You rifle through your purse, showing the pen case. “I brought all of them.”
“Then let me handle this,” she says as she grabs the pen case. “You trust me, don’t you?”
--
You’re very surprised by Jessica’s initiative. Thanks to her, you can report your success to Tessa – you have a clone of Stanley Hoover in a suit bag, complete with memories, and you’re inside his company as a high-ranking executive. All that remains is for Cassie’s news.
“I got good news and bad news,” she tells you, and your mood sours instantly.
“Tell me the good news are worth it.”
“Well, they’re very good news – everything for Prop 15 was on his computer. Drafts, notes, letters – the whole shebang.”
“Then what’s the bad news?”
“Turns out, Mr. Hoover is very responsible with his stuff. He’s been making copies just in case. I detect at the very least a cloud save and downloads from an external computer. So, even if we nuked his rig, we’d only delay things for a day or two. I checked the last five versions, and there’s very few changes.”
“So that means we’re late.”
“No. Fortunately for us, Mr. Hoover uses a password manager. I spoofed one of the sites to check where it is, and I got a good idea of where the cloud saves are. Since you got Hoover’s clone, we could access it remotely and nuke that as well. Unfortunately, that leaves the last location.”
“And you know where that location is, right?”
“You think I was rubbing my pussy instead of doing my job?” You shoot a knowing glare at her, causing her to shirk. “Alright, alright! Yes, I’m a little addicted to masturbation, but don’t think I skimped on that job. It’s on the campaign headquarters.”
“Which we have no access to,” you lament, following with a slam to the dashboard.
“Can you stop whining for a fucking minute?” she shouts, shaking you. “Listen - Hoover clearly did his job. It’s not your fault. In fact, telling your babe to slip into Hoover’s house was the right move.”
“How come?”
“The latest version was at his home rig. By erasing it, we bought ourselves some time. All we need to do is take advantage of that.”
“How?” you question her. “You said that, if he had it on his campaign HQ, it’d be at a safe place!”
“Yes, but I tracked the transfers to the most likely spot. All I need is a reason to be there – I could slip in as a computer repair...person and fiddle with it, claiming whatever did things up erased a couple important documents.”
“Can it be done today?”
“That’ll be difficult. Not impossible, but difficult. I’ll need a good distraction.” She looks at you, smirking. “I’ll let that pretty little brain of yours handle the details.”
--
You’re back home, weathering the growing headache with some painkillers. You’re unsure how Jessica can help you while inside Clarisse – perhaps by zapping everyone and buying some time, given that you left the black pen with her – but you have less than a day before Hoover gives his finishing touches to the proposition that would sink Tessa to the ground.
One thing’s for sure – you're not afraid to ask for help. And for this one, you’ll need all the help you can get. It pays that it’ll count as a report. “Tess? It’s me, Rachel.”
“Oh,” she purrs. “Hello, my love. Tell me. How are things on your new job?”
“Fucked up my first big opportunity, judging by Hoover. Listen... I was hoping to give you some good news, but unfortunately there’s a snatch that’s drilling my head.”
“How bad is it?”
“I tried to sabotage Hoover, but that... son of a bitch was one step ahead from us. I got about six hours to a day before he drops the documents to City Hall.”
“That bad, eh?” You feel the pity on those words. “Why would you say that?”
“I figured he’d have the documents on his house, so I had... I had the new girl slip in. She’s posing as his daughter Clarisse.”
“Well played,” she says, her praise a faint reprieve slowly turning into damning irony. “And?”
“Cassie hacked into his home computer, finding the files. Except he has copies in a couple places, including his campaign headquarters. I could only plan so far.”
“I can see why your head’s splitting. Tell me something, baby. Did you create a copy of Hoover?”
“That’s some good news I can give you.” You look at the suit bag hiding Hoover’s cloned skin, stretching your hand to grab it. “I got it complete with memories.”
You feel judgmental silence, fearing your gains unable to outweigh your losses. But when she responds, your heart sinks, for it is a triumphant tone. “Why didn’t you start with that!?”
“Tess?”
“You achieved the most important mission I assigned you to. Tell me – is he still at his house?”
“I don’t know, but I can always call Clarisse to figure it out.”
“Good. I’ll be around to pick up the skin. You just relax, take a good, hot bath and let me solve this.”
“But Tess, you--”
“I asked you three things. You’re inside Hoover Consulting, you made a copy of his skin and you sabotaged his plans. This is merely something unexpected. You did very well, my dear – better than I anticipated. In fact, I must commend you for your insight.”
“Why?”
“For keeping a trusted agent inside his house. Perhaps he may have been one step ahead of us regarding the Proposition, but you set up a magnificent move.”
“We need to act quick, though. Cassie deduced--”
You feel a hungry silence, a proud silence, on the other side of the phone. “Come again?”
“I had Cassie do all the technical work. If not because of her, we--”
“You even made that brat become useful.” You can’t help but believe she must be crying. “Rachel, where were you all this time?”
“What do you mean?”
“You did in less than a week what I spent years trying to do. I thought Cassie had no future, but you made her an integral piece of your mission, and she excelled. Why couldn’t you be her mother instead?”
“I just ask her to do what she does best, ma’am.”
“You pushed her to excel. You performed beyond my expectations, my love.” Her voice turns almost maternal. “Relax, my dear. Let me handle the rest. You were magnificent.”
“I called you because I couldn’t stop Hoover from completing the Proposition. How could I have done magnificently?”
“Rachel, you’re not a goddess. You can’t be at all places or know everything. You did what you could and knew when to fold. If I demanded you to be any more perfect, I’d be asking you to create a source of free energy or consult you on how to achieve world peace. Now rest and leave things in my capable hands.”
“I will. And... thanks.”
“Don’t thank me, my darling. You’ve given me the tools for my greatest victory. Now rest and let the mother of your child handle this affair. And when you inevitably touch yourself? Dream of me.” She blows a kiss, purring. “Thank you, my love.”
As you hang, you feel one concern gone, but another placed on you. Despite all your efforts, you had to request Tessa’s assistance. You owe her one.
Despite your best efforts, she still showed the power she holds upon you.
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