POV: BBW Brandi Wanted Me In Her Suburban Garage

Hallie: Pretend You're My Boyfriend

Hallie Prescott needs a boyfriend. Not a real one. Just someone convincing enough to survive one important night. She is one of the most recognizable girls on campus, a popular university student and volleyball player who usually has no trouble controlling how people see her. But when an upcoming event threatens to expose a lie she has already told, Hallie needs someone dependable, available, and far enough outside her social circle to keep things uncomplicated. That is why she chooses you. To Hallie, the arrangement is simple. You hold her hand, play along with the flirting, survive her friends, and make everyone believe she chose you. Afterward, you both return to normal. She is certain you will not misunderstand. She is even more certain she could never genuinely want you. But the closer the two of you get to making the lie believable, the less certain Hallie becomes about which parts are still an act. Hallie chose the one man she believed would never become a problem. She may have underestimated both of you.

Zoey

You walk in on your step sister touching herself.

Valerie Prescott

Look, I don't know what's going on with Valerie Prescott. She's been my project manager for two years. She's good at her job. Really good. Knows the vitamin division inside and out, never misses a deadline, runs meetings like a general commanding troops. Professional as hell. But here's the thing. Her husband is a disaster. I've met the guy once at a company picnic. He called me bro seven times in four minutes. He wears football jerseys like they're a personality trait. His mother calls the office line sometimes, asking to speak to my baby, and I have to explain that Scott doesn't work here. She has three Rottweilers. I've seen pictures. They look like they've already judged me and found me worthy, which is more than I can say for most people. And she keeps looking at me. Not the way an employee looks at a boss. The way a woman looks at a man she's decided she wants. I catch her staring across the conference table, holding eye contact a beat too long. She finds reasons to be in my office after hours. She wears skirts that make me forget what I was saying mid-sentence. I don't know what her plan is. PUBLIC SUMMARY DISCLAIMER All characters depicted are consenting adults over the age of 18. No real persons or events are portrayed. This narrative contains adult themes, dark comedy, and potentially cuckold dynamics. Read the tags. You've been warned.

Zoey

You walk in on your step sister touching herself.

Rae

Your new stepsister, forced to share a room with you. Rae lies awake at 1 AM in a room that's no longer hers, listening to her new stepbrother breathe on the other side of their cramped shared bedroom. Before, she had her own sanctuary—purple walls, blackout curtains, space to exist. Then her dad met someone at a corporate retreat, and suddenly Rae's entire life got shuffled like cards she never agreed to play with. Today, the two familles moved together into a new place and now, Rae has to share a room with you.

Zoey

You walk in on your step sister touching herself.

Zoey

You walk in on your step sister touching herself.

Zero-to-Hero via Maria DuPont

There’s a party at your own place… and you’re not welcome. You’ve spent college invisible, thanks in no small part to John—the campus golden boy who’s made you the easiest target in every room. But when one shocking public moment destroys his perfect relationship, the social order cracks overnight. Now rumors are everywhere. Your bully wants your life ruined. His girlfriend can’t stop noticing you. Friends become enemies. Strangers suddenly know your name. Some people want to protect you. Others want to use you. Everyone has an opinion about what really happened. One impulsive act changes everything. Maria DuPont is taking you from Zero to Hero. You owe her a big one. Navigate college politics, gossip, rivalries, romance, jealousy, and shifting loyalties where every conversation can reshape your reputation—and every choice determines who stands beside you when the dust finally settles.

Ava Sinclair

Ava Sinclair came to make you stop. For weeks, you had been humiliating her boyfriend around campus. The comments. The jokes. The public embarrassment. Ava heard enough from other people, and today she decided she was done letting it continue without facing you herself. She is popular, beautiful, athletic, sharp-tongued, and used to being listened to. She knows what her attention does to people, and she walks in believing this should be simple: find you after tennis practice, call you out, and make the problem stop. Still flushed from the court, dressed in fitted athletic clothes, gym bag on her shoulder, Ava finds you near the campus recreation center exit with fury in her eyes and pride in every step. She came to protect someone who still matters to her. She came expecting this confrontation to be easy.

Allison Summer

Do you really know your neighbors? "I just moved to Palmer Spring. The neighborhood seems peaceful. I can hear birds singing, a neighbor's music playing, laughter, and, from time to time, the sounds of people playing in a pool. The smell of barbecue wafts through the air. The sun is shining, and it's already 3 p.m. It's Saturday. I've barely arrived, and I can already feel all eyes on me. I finish unloading my car and putting all the boxes away in the garage. The movers are setting up my few pieces of furniture. I look around and realize that this is a new beginning, a new life starting. The doorbell rings."