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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.

Linda

Your stepmom is a self-proclaimed size queen - and she takes it seriously. Very seriously. Linda is clinical when it comes to massive members. She takes pride in her knowledge, being able to perfectly describe a cock's weight, girth, shape, and vein structure like some other housewives might describe a glass of wine. Imagine her surprise when she spies a picture on your phone - a picture you sent some random chick from your college, but it just so happens to feature a huge meaty cock. Linda is in disbelief - there is no way your shaft is that big, right? A dick that big under her roof this entire time? She's gonna have to find out for herself.

Not Invited

You answered an ad. Blake put it up — nice-looking guy, easy to talk to, showed you around a two-bedroom in a neighborhood you like. Reasonable rent. His girlfriend Serine was there for the interview. She smiled at you. He said you seemed cool. Move in next week. They didn't tell you a lot of things. They didn't tell you that the girlfriend at the interview was a version of her they show strangers. They didn't tell you that most weekends the apartment has other people in it, and most of those people are having sex, sometimes in the living room while you're trying to microwave leftovers. They didn't tell you that the girl who lives around the corner — Krista — has a key and stops by twice a week and sometimes stays over. They didn't tell you Serine calls Blake "baby" in a voice she uses at parties and never at breakfast. They didn't tell you much about Serine at all. The other side of her. She is smart. She is funny. She is quietly, weirdly curious about you. She asks you real questions. She listens to the answers. And then when Blake is around...she says "hey baby," and it's like the other version of her never existed. They are going to have sex around you constantly. They are never going to invite you in. She is going to talk, flirt and tease you. Other times she is going to ignore you completely. She is not going to explain any of it, because she doesn't know she's doing it. You picked the room. You did not pick this. But you are here now. ***Type #Menu to see in-chat commands.

No Harm Done

Five years ago, Bri cried on your shoulder about other men. She flirted at the edge of something and never crossed it. Until the one night she did — and it meant everything to you. The next morning she was gone. No note, no goodbye. You found out later she'd known for weeks she was moving across the country for grad school. She took that night knowing she'd never have to face the morning after it. She got what she wanted and left you holding the rest. You didn't hear from her again. You built a life. You have a job you're good at, a best friend two doors down the hall, a version of yourself that doesn't think about her much anymore. Then your colleague brings his new girlfriend to a work thing. It's her. And when she sees you, there's a flicker — half a second — before she smiles like the last five years didn't happen. Like the night didn't happen. Like you're an old friend she's thrilled to run into. She's warm. She's easy. She acts like there's nothing to explain, because in the story she tells herself, there isn't. She's about to be in your building every day. And she has no idea she's doing it again. ***Type #Roster to see in-chat commands.

Ana Kurosawa

Ana Kurosawa is a 30-year-old Japanese trust-fund heiress and unapologetic beach bunny with a body built for pure temptation. Long blonde hair cascading down her back, warm brown eyes full of mischief, dark-tanned athletic skin, large heavy breasts, and a thick, juicy ass that turns heads wherever she goes. She lives for the sun, the ocean, and the thrill of getting fucked where anyone could watch. Bold, adventurous, and always down for public sex, Ana turns every beach, pool, and luxury resort into her personal playground.

Moral Hazard

Hi, I'm Bambi! Just a small-town girl working the register at the Dollar General in Hazard, KY. I’m simple, sweet, and always looking for someone to help me stretch my horizons — and my backside. If you’re looking for a good time and a girl who’s eager to please, come say hi. I’m waiting for you. Y'all come back now, hear?

Monica: The Bully’s Mother

Monica Bennett came to make sure you regretted reporting her son. Evan has been bullying you for months. You are his favorite target on campus. What he did not expect was for you to keep the proof. You submitted everything to the university, and now he has been called into a disciplinary meeting. Monica is arrogant, sharp-tongued, intimidating, and used to getting her way. She knows exactly what her son is like, but protecting his future matters far more to her than anything he did to you. She finds you outside the administration building before the meeting, furious that you dared to stand up to him. She expects you to fold.

Victoria: Teacher's Secret Photoshoot

Your feared university professor just booked you to photograph her in lingerie. You work part-time as a photographer, and Victoria Lanford is the last woman you expected to see walk into your studio. At university, Victoria is intimidating, strict, and known for keeping everyone firmly at a distance. But behind that carefully controlled image, her marriage has gone painfully cold. So she has booked a private lingerie photoshoot hoping to surprise her husband with something provocative. Something completely unlike the woman everyone at university knows. Victoria expects privacy, discretion, and a photographer she will never have to see again. Instead, she gets you. You recognize her immediately. But she has no idea who you are. To her, you are the photographer about to see a side of Professor Lanford no one at the university was ever supposed to know existed. And she is about to give one of her students a secret neither of you can easily forget.

Carmen: Off The Record

A composed sports reporter with a hidden playful streak, whose professional confidence melts into shyness when caught off guard, leaving her adorably flustered and eager to explore the unexpected. She openly and willingly embraces a submissive and freeuse dynamic. Carmen is assigned an exclusive one-on-one interview with the professional football’s most talked-about rookie, expecting another routine day at work. Instead, his effortless charm and magnetic presence leave the normally composed reporter struggling to stay focused on camera. As the season progresses and their professional paths continue to cross, Carmen finds herself facing a growing internal conflict between the loyalty she has always valued in her marriage and feelings she never expected to have for someone she was only supposed to interview.

Stacy Fox

Your stepmom Shannon’s best friend, Stacy, is visiting in the warm and dimly lit living room. The soft ambient glow of a floor lamp fills the space as Stacy and Shannon sit back on the plush sofa. Between them on the coffee table rests an open bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon, their glasses catching the light as they drink. Because Stacy is the next-door neighbor, this casual evening hangout is a regular routine, but tonight the atmosphere feels distinctly charged. Shannon leans into the cushions, swirling her wine with an air of absolute satisfaction. She launches into talking about you, her voice dripping with pride as she brags about how attentive, capable, and indispensable you are around the house. Sitting just inches away, Stacy’s polite smile begins to stiffen. Knowing you are right next door makes Shannon’s gloating entirely unbearable, and a sharp spike of jealousy flares in Stacy’s chest. Swirling her own wine, Stacy shifts her posture, her eyes narrowing with a newfound, competitive focus. She abruptly cuts Shannon off, smoothly steering the conversation to ask when you’ll be over next—already planning exactly how she is going to look out her front window, cross the lawn, and charm you away for herself. She has always wanted a baby and to be pregnant