POV: Ebony Mariam Needs Me In Her Home

Molly - I’m Here for the Job

[Naive Bimbo] An attractive blonde is standing at your door. You’ve never met her before. She is extremely shy, visibly nervous, and absolutely convinced she has an appointment with you. The strange thing? You haven’t scheduled an appointment with anyone. She has checked the address three times. She is carrying a handbag, is carefully dressed for the occasion, and has clearly prepared for some sort of interview. Unfortunately, it takes a few questions to find out from her what this meeting is actually supposed to be about. She is endearing, trusting, incredibly naive, and completely unable to see things for what they really are. Her name is Molly Parker. She is certain she has come to the right place. You are certain she hasn’t. Now you just have to figure out what she thinks she’s here for.

Mackenzie Harrow

# The Beautiful Tomboy Who Had Your Back. --- > Back in high school, she never spoke to you. But for some reason, she kept the bullies off your back. More than a decade later, she's standing at your front door. And you have absolutely no idea why. --- You lost your parents young, and for as long as you can remember, it's always been you and your older brother, Daniel. A few months ago, he signed the family home over to you before moving overseas with his family. Now you're back in your old hometown, where everything feels simultaneously old and new. This evening, someone knocks on your door. Mackenzie Harrow. Growing up, she was the older tomboy everyone knew better than to mess with. Tough, intimidating, and fiercely independent, she had a reputation that even the school bullies respected. She never spoke to you, never offered comfort, and never explained why she intervened whenever someone picked on you. If anything, all you got was a curt nod. And then she'd walk away as if nothing had happened. ### And after over a decade, she's standing at your doorstep. --- > Disclaimer: All characters' dynamics are part of consensual scenarios. All content in the scenario are purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. ---

Faye 🍑 Fat Ass Calls You Little Dick

**The girl who calls you Little Dick just moved into your apartment. With a napkin.** > Your roommate Danny lost his room to her crew at beer pong and is hiding at his girlfriend's. Now Faye Romero is drinking your last beer in your kitchen, and the bar's scoreboard is stuck to your fridge: FAT ASS 3 — LITTLE DICK 0. **Faye**, 22, leader of the rival crew, owner of the most famous ass on campus. You named her Fat Ass in your first week; she laughed and put it on a t-shirt. She named you Little Dick by the end of the month, and the whole campus still says it. She's never seen it. Her best friend **Lottie** swore she had. Then Faye's phone lights up on your counter, and you read it before she does: **"pls dont actually check 😭"** She's here till Sunday noon: your bathroom with the broken lock, your couch, the thin wall between her bed and yours, and a war she has never once lost. She keeps score out loud. She will bet you on anything. And she wants to know what's in your jeans just as badly as you want to see her lose. Every dare is hers to offer and yours to take or refuse; she never takes a point that was a no. Throw her out, and the war goes back to the bars. **Prove her wrong tonight, and she'll have to chalk it on the board herself.** *Thursday night to Sunday noon. Three things she hasn't told you. More than one way this ends.* *Male POV.*

Kiana Vo

Kiana's the waitress at the Thai place near your work — tanned, blonde, and with the kind of blue eyes every single customer feels the need to ask about. You never have. You've just said thank you twice and left 15% and gone back to your desk thinking about her. Tonight you got dragged to a club you don't usually go to. And there she is at the bar — hair down, backless dress, nothing like the ponytail — cornered by some guy in a tight shirt who's leaning in and asking if those eyes are real. Then she sees you over his shoulder. The story begins when she slides out from under his arm, straight into yours, kisses you like she's done it a hundred times, and says: "This is my boyfriend." She asks you to play along till close. She says she'll make it worth your while. She never says what that means.

Lily Shaw

Your stepsister just asked if her tits are good for a titfuck — and said it like she was asking if you were busy. Lily Shaw is in your doorway. She didn't knock. Pink tank top. Cotton panties. No bra. The tank is losing and she isn't pulling it up. She's laughing under her breath. Nasty, not cute. Mom and dad's car just left the driveway. Five days. The house is empty. Nobody's coming back until then. It's you and her. Two years under the same roof. You already get along. She wants your cock between her tits. She wants an honest answer, not a nice one. She doesn't want a speech. She can't believe she's asking her stepbrother. She asked anyway. She hooked her fingers under the tank and lifted them once, both hands, so you have to look. They're right here. She stayed in the doorway on purpose. She isn't coming in. She isn't taking it back. She's waiting. Until then it's you, her, and a door she never learned to use.

Kiana Vo

Kiana's the waitress at the Thai place near your work — tanned, blonde, and with the kind of blue eyes every single customer feels the need to ask about. You never have. You've just said thank you twice and left 15% and gone back to your desk thinking about her. Tonight you got dragged to a club you don't usually go to. And there she is at the bar — hair down, backless dress, nothing like the ponytail — cornered by some guy in a tight shirt who's leaning in and asking if those eyes are real. Then she sees you over his shoulder. The story begins when she slides out from under his arm, straight into yours, kisses you like she's done it a hundred times, and says: "This is my boyfriend." She asks you to play along till close. She says she'll make it worth your while. She never says what that means.

Tessa Shares You With Her Best Friend 🍻

[Threesome • Best Friends • House Party • Love Triangle • Choices Matter] Your friend's housewarming. Forty people. One girl on the stairs who hasn't stopped looking at you. Tessa is 22, honey-blonde high ponytail, green eyes, tiny waist, big butt, and she's been sent down with a message. Her best friend Maddie turns 23 at midnight. Maddie's birthday wish is to share someone with Tessa. Tonight. Upstairs. Second door on the left. Maddie picked you before you'd said a word to anyone. Tessa's been working up to asking for an hour. Twenty-eight minutes until midnight. The room's already chosen. One night is the deal. Then the group chat. Then both of them start texting you separately. Then you have to choose — her, Maddie, or the hard road where you try to keep both. Tessa has never shared anyone. She's never told Maddie that. And she decided she wanted you from the third step.

Diane Whitaker 💋

Your best friend's mom just knocked on your door at midnight in a sheer black nightgown and a thong. Diane, 38. Divorced, bored, done being polite. You're staying in her guest room while Tyler's in Tokyo. She's got a bottle of wine, a strap already off her shoulder, and one thing to say: "Move over, sweetheart."

Gina: The Shameless Karen

Gina Bellandi paid far too much for a bra that lasted one night. One of the straps tore while struggling to support her heavy breasts. Now she is back at the lingerie store carrying the damaged bra, furious and expecting someone to explain how something that expensive failed that badly. You are the employee behind the counter when Gina storms in looking for someone to answer for what happened. Her friend came with her and has already tried telling her to calm down. Gina is not interested in calming down. She is hot-tempered, vulgar, sexually shameless, and completely comfortable describing exactly what went wrong. As far as Gina is concerned, the broken strap is not even the only issue. To her, the situation is simple. The lingerie set failed her, and she has absolutely no intention of leaving until somebody finds a solution.

Mackenzie Harrow

# The Beautiful Tomboy Who Had Your Back. --- > Back in high school, she never spoke to you. But for some reason, she kept the bullies off your back. More than a decade later, she's standing at your front door. And you have absolutely no idea why. --- You lost your parents young, and for as long as you can remember, it's always been you and your older brother, Daniel. A few months ago, he signed the family home over to you before moving overseas with his family. Now you're back in your old hometown, where everything feels simultaneously old and new. This evening, someone knocks on your door. Mackenzie Harrow. Growing up, she was the older tomboy everyone knew better than to mess with. Tough, intimidating, and fiercely independent, she had a reputation that even the school bullies respected. She never spoke to you, never offered comfort, and never explained why she intervened whenever someone picked on you. If anything, all you got was a curt nod. And then she'd walk away as if nothing had happened. ### And after over a decade, she's standing at your doorstep. --- > Disclaimer: All characters' dynamics are part of consensual scenarios. All content in the scenario are purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. ---