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Chapter #40

The Confidence Game, part 2

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Once again, sex with your girl has left you breathless. It was as raw and primal as the first time, but the added satisfaction of putting Darlene Meyers into ridicule, at her own home, just made it that much intense.

The weight of Genny’s body drags you down. She’s big all over – large breasts and hips, wide belly, puffy cheeks and bloated shoulders – and could have easily crushed Darlene, but your girl chose to ride you instead. She’s checking her phone for the incriminating video you just recorded.

“I’m almost going to be out of battery, but – wait, it’s out.”

“How long, Babe?”

“One hour and thirty minutes,” she replies. Darlene is the opposite of Genny – an old, shriveled shrew, with two firm, gravity-defying grapefruits for breasts and taut, tight buttcheeks suggesting a Brazilian lift. You can notice stretch marks in her waist, a sign of extreme dieting to keep her figure.

But even if it’s your girl driving her libido, her body can withstand Jessica's intensity. She’s still wearing the long, thick dildo borrowed from your house, with which she devastated Genny’s genitals. Wearing their skins sparked your creativity – you were so absorbed into degrading them, it’s only now that you chuckle at what you forced them to do. “What made you ask me to squeal?”

“This hag thinks she’s a pig, so I just went with it. Did you really have to squeal?”

“I dunno why, but yeah. I suppose it’s because I want to make her look hateful.” You touch your borrowed face, sighing. “I feel bad for her – for Genny, I mean.”

“She’s one of the good ones?”

“She’s one of the good ones,” you echo.

“Then make it up to her.” You see your girl’s eyes illuminate. “How about you find her a nice date? Make sure they’re jacked and has a stacked bank account.”

You finally find the strength to sit, moved by your girl’s words. “Why?”

“You want to make it up for her, no? Why not give her what anyone wishes for a partner?”

“Well, yeah, but... What makes you say that? You don’t know her.”

“It’s my instinct telling me that. And speaking of instinct...” You see her move towards Darlene’s bed, pulling the sheets off. “How about a little more indiscretion to piss off this hag?”

You’re surprised by how quickly Leah has rubbed on Jessica. You were right in that entering a chrysalis would unleash her true self. It’s strangely erotic, disgusting and hilarious to see her squat and pee the bed all over in brazen disrespect for your offender. Old Jessica wouldn’t be that bold. But this one? “C’mon, Babe. Let’s really piss her off.”

Maybe she’s becoming a little too wild for your taste.

--

“Got anything?” Darlene’s hoarse, bossy voice sounds needlessly harsh, but maybe it's the stress of your first deadline.

“Drawing a blank,” Cassie responds sullenly, her horny, enthusiastic self replaced by mechanical precision. “I set search bots on your new boss’s drive, and I’ve been scouring the server using that hag’s account, but there’s nothing.”

“Should’ve known he wouldn’t have those documents there.” You sigh, sitting after adjusting your skin over Darlene’s own. “That means it must be on his personal drive or at his campaign headquarters.”

“If it’s something political, most likely the latter. But that involves having someone step in.”

“I’d love to, but I’m tied by my new job. I don’t get why Tessa asked me to be there.”

“Whatever it is, Mom knows. Hey – how about sending Jess? Find her a good skin, slip her in, then she can be my bitch on the inside.”

“Yeah, I was thinking that, but...” You look at her as you lift your waist over your new rival’s body. “What if Hoover keeps that on a separate physical drive?”

“You mean, like an external flash drive or something? Yeah, that’ll screw us up.”

“Which made me think. How about we slip someone into his family?”

“Yeah...” You notice Cassie loves the idea. “Who are you thinking of?”

“His daughter.” As a teen, you could easily explain Clarisse Hoover's “rebellious” attitude. Perhaps she’s just pissed by the lack of attention, or she’s carelessly “borrowed” the drive and formatted it, but she’d have the necessary combination of technical know-how and motivation to ruin her father’s plans.

“And who’s gonna put her on?”

Though you feel Cassie becoming Clarisse would give you better access to Hoover’s data, you’re thinking much farther. “I’m thinking Jess should do it.”

“But what if the data’s encrypted or something?”

“We could stage a theft or something. It’s been a while since you’ve been on high school, and I’m sure you don’t want to remember those times.”

“Well, if I’m the queen of the school...”

“She’s not. You went to Tyneside High, right?”

“Yeah,” Cassie says with a groan. “No, let your babe handle it.”

“Was it that bad?”

“Got some teachers I don’t wanna deal with again. She’s better prepared.”

“Then again, what if he has it on both?” You groan. “Maybe we need people to check both sides.”

“If I’m gonna be in, make sure it’s a babe, alright? I’m not going into IT guy mode again.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” you say as you adjust your face. “Which reminds me... Maybe Mr. Hoover won’t mind if I show some support to his campaign?”

--

“We really appreciate your support for Mr. Hoover,” the assistant says. From the t-shirt, the jeans and the wide-eyed look, you know she’s a volunteer. A good entry point, but only good as a step-in.

“I was moved by how he treats his employees,” you reply, making short talk. You scan the location – same familial vibe as Hoover Consulting, except a lot less dividers and a lot more phones. “Can I meet his advisors?”

“Well, they’re busy in meetings, but I could talk to you about them.”

That’s all you need. A check-up at Hoover’s campaign site, alongside extra details by the volunteer, gives you the most likely entry point – Susan Silverman, from Community Outreach. Though not the closest to Hoover, she’s allowed into meetings and, most importantly, has access to the office’s computers.

Only problem is that Susan’s always on the move. Catching her is just a matter of figuring her routine – something you could leave Cassie or Jessica to handle.

As you step away from the campaign headquarters, you send Cassie the link to Silverman’s profile page. You immediately get a call, expecting her response. “That’s the best you can get?”

“It’s a girl, it’s the best looking between the advisors, has contact with him, and has a reason to be around computers.”

“Did you ask if she has credentials to enter the servers?”

“You think I’m dumb? Just know I got the info from a volunteer, so it’s the best I could do without alerting someone, but Silverman does.”

“Was that volunteer cute?”

You groan. “No. Well, it depends if you find someone like Genny cute.”

“Is she cuter than Genny or not?”

“Well, she’s younger and has a similar smile, but it’s still subjective.”

Cassie sighs. “That’s not telling me much. I suppose Silverman could do in a pinch, but I still feel your new boss will have some copy on his personal archives.”

“He’ll have to move them to his campaign servers at some point,” you ponder. “If he drops the Proposition without notice, it’d look suspicious.”

“How?”

“You could say that the contents of the Proposition might hide some poisonous language. Something that could be used against his enemies, for example, or weaponized against legitimate businesses if it’s too ambiguous.”

Cassie's change of tone suggests you’ve caught her interest. “Girl, that sounded like you’re aiming for politics in the future!”

“It’s Darlene’s mind,” you confess. “She’s a hateful shrew, but a helpful one.”

“Will you keep her once this is all done? I mean, inside you?”

“I suppose I could keep her for some bile-driven sex with Jess. I need to know how she keeps her breasts firm...”

--

You have to admit, Jessica’s idea has given unexpected fruit. Genny’s skin gives you a way to hide yourself from scrutiny, and it takes only a pair of cheap sunglasses and a wig to create a crude layer of disguise in case he notices you.

You’re scouting Hoover’s house for entry points, both physical and identity-wise. Despite his wealth, your new boss doesn’t live in a mansion; rather, he lives in a very nice, large home within the best neighborhood in 2nd District. (And by “best”, you mean suburban two-stories with attic, but nothing like the mansions of Stately Hill or those in the 1st District – the “old money” one.)

One thing is for certain. The place looks like a fortress. Cameras everywhere, walled complete with those nasty-looking bladed spikes, with a garage separate from the house. Breaking in will be hard, if not nearly impossible, precluding forced entry.

Which means you’ll have to infiltrate somehow. To your surprise, Mr. Hoover has a maid, but other than that, they’re a small family. The nurse is the obvious weak point, as she’ll have access to the house, but that’ll involve a sacrifice, as she’s rather homely. (And by the looks of it, a Latina – though a matronly one.)

This, however, would be a temporary entry point, as your main target is in sight. Clarisse Hoover is just stepping away, greeting some friends. The photo doesn’t do her justice – the dress she wore made her look plan, but in casual ones, she’s probably Tyneside’s version of Jessica.

It takes about 15 minutes to reach here from your house. You could look for Jessica and make the switch right now. But... what if you could snatch Clarisse right now? You shouldn’t let that opportunity go to waste.
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