Master List of Roles

Here's a list of all the ideas I've made! They aren't in any particular order, so feel free to look through all of them for a favorite. Most are loose ideas presented with a starter, and details are flexible for the most part so definitely tell me if there's anything you'd like to tweak about the ideas. Some of the roles are more typical and can be played more calm, others include more specific or extreme kinks. Just send me a message with the title of the role you're interested in and we'll get it started! 

Big Sister’s Beau 

Madison grips tightly to the steering wheel of her car, eyes looking around the street to try and find her older sister’s house in the line of cookie cutter BS that is the richest neighborhood in town. Leave it to Alice to marry a rich guy and still have no taste whatsoever. By the grace of God and a few small silver numbers next to the garage, Madison finally manages to locate the house she’s looking for. It’s ugly. A towering four floors of white vinyl siding and grey shutters, sure to be equally bleak on the inside. 

With a deep breath the girl grabs her bags and walks up to the door, long brown ponytail swinging behind her with every step. A quick glance back to her car confirms what she already knows: Madison sticks out like a sore thumb here. A silly beat up little silver Honda on a street covered in sports cars deserving of a midlife crisis. At least she wouldn’t have to come outside much. She was already regretting her decision to spend the summer here. 

One quick rasp against the wooden door later, and Madison was greeted by her sister. Hugs and compliments passed both ways, despite neither truly meaning any of what they say, and then she finds herself inside. Her own flowing sundress seems to be the only color in the room, a bright yellow standing out even against Alice’s more subdued choice of the same color. Madison makes a quick mental note to try and borrow some of Alice’s clothes later. It could maybe help her not stand out quite so much. In the midst of her thought, she just barely hears her name, turning to be greeted by Alice’s husband. 

Madison is 20, 5’7”, hourglass figure, brown hair, blue eyes. 

Teacher x Teacher

Jenna Roberts had finally landed an English teaching job in her dream district, and only a few years out of school. At 26 she could hardly believe that she was moving everything into her new classroom. It felt more like a dream than anything else in her life had, especially when she learned her new teacher mentor was not particularly bad looking. He was assigned to help show her around the school and assist her with any questions she might have, and Jenna was already starting to come up with excuses to need some help.

At the end of her day, Jenna gets up from her desk and walks over to the classroom next door, knocking softly on the open door and leaning against the frame. “Hi, I was wondering if I could bother you for just a few minutes with some questions? I promise it won’t take long at all.” After being invited in, she walks over to his desk, sitting atop a desk in front of it in an attempt to both get off her feet for a moment and get a good look at him. She smooths out her skirt as her legs cross at the ankles and begins to speak. 

A short string of questions come in a stream, a slightly nervous babble. “I uh, have some copies that need to be made, and I was wondering where the machine is? Oh, and I have Eric in my third period and he already seems to be a bit much. Do you have any recommendations on how to handle him? Someone had mentioned you had him last year.” A few more questions make their way out before she finally bites down on her bottom lip to slow herself down. “Sorry, I was really hoping not to have to bother you much, hopefully today will be the only time.” 

Jenna Roberts is 26, and stands at 5’3”. She has long blonde hair pulled up into a bun, tanned white skin, and blue eyes. She wears a simple fitted black dress with a white shawl, skin toned stockings, and black pumps. 

Horror Movies

His hands wrap tightly around her throat as the blood drips down into her eyes. There was no way she could make it out of this, no chance she’d ever actually make It past the rage of the man standing before her. The girl’s body goes limp before it’s dropped to the floor with a soft thud, confirming his victory and allowing his rampage to continue. 

“Cut!” The call from the director comes only a few seconds before Lisa runs out of breath on the ground. Lisa stands up and brushes some of the dirt off her clothes before walking to the makeup table to get touched up. There was almost no doubt in her mind they’d be running her scene again, they had been all day. It just couldn’t match the director’s vision, whatever insane idea he happened to have about it in the moment. 

Lisa stared at herself in the mirror as fake blood was wiped from her face and wig and replaced with fresh drips from the bottle. She hasn’t quite made the cut as the main character, instead ending up the hot blonde, punished for her promiscuity after hooking up with the leading man. It was stupid. A plot line older than anyone in the room. And yet it persisted. A dumb blonde, a muscular jock, a fun time, all culminating in Lisa with an itchy wig and fake blood dripping down what little of her costume still remained. At least the lights kept the sound stage hot enough to be comfortable in a bra and an open button-down shirt. 

At the director’s order, the woman makes her way back to the set. A 26 year old playing a teenager, ready for her scene to just be over with. With any luck, she wouldn’t even have to come back after today. Though, what she didn’t know was that her day was about to get much worse. Before long, the man hiding amongst the various crew members would make his move, and turn Lisa’s acting job into a much more realistic horror than she had ever imagined.

Hyno-Skeptic

Taylor is a skeptic. She had never believed in the supernatural, and made a career out of debunking it. She had been to every psychic and medium in the city, all having used the same tricks to deduce exactly what she wanted them to. Her talents had found her at the homes of self proclaimed magic users and hypnotists, and none had impressed. 

Today she finds herself at another hypnotism show. Throughout the set she sees the usual, obviously planted participants, tricks that would fail to fool even a child. Though, at the end of the show just as she’s about to leave, the hypnotist comes up to her, recognizing her for her work. 

Taylor smiles at the man once he finishes speaking, trying to remain polite. “I’m glad you’re familiar with my work, but unfortunately my opinion can’t really be swayed now that I’ve made it. If you were a real hypnotist you’d be able to do it to anyone and at any time. Unfortunately, your act just didn’t live up to that expectation.” 

Taylor is 5’7”, with pale skin and long brown hair. She has deep brown eyes behind a pair of thick rimmed glasses. Her body is a tight hourglass with ample breasts and nice curves, despite a small amount of extra weight on her stomach. 

Ex-Boyfriend’s Brother

Arianna had had enough. She had spent weeks crying over her ex, eating ice cream, talking to her friends, everything you’d expect from a breakup. Especially such a big one. Ari is a college junior, and she had been dating the same guy since 8th grade. The same guy who came to her apartment, fucked her, and then broke up with her immediately after about two weeks ago. 

Now Ari wanted revenge. She didn’t quite know how she was going to get it, but she was going to. Ari moves from her bed to her desk, flipping open her computer and scrolling through it for a while before the perfect revenge hit her. His brother. Her ex’s sweet older brother, who had gotten them alcohol more times than she could count. He’d die if he found out she had hooked up with his brother. 

So her plan commenced. He lived in town, so it wouldn’t be too hard to get to him, and knowing the gym he went to had its perks as well. Ari now jogs on the treadmill in the gym, hair swinging behind her, eyes turning to the door as she sees it swing open. Now, with any luck, he’d be doing cardio today and she’d be able to make some kind of move. 

Arianna, 20 years old, brown hair, brown eyes, pale skin with a soft line of freckles over her cheekbones, athletic hourglass figure. Wearing tightly fitted shorts and a sports bra. 

Ex’s Daddy

Marissa’s self confidence had hit an all time low this year. Her boyfriend had broken up with her, college was way harder than she thought it’d be, and her friends were still dragging her out to some dumb Halloween store to look for costumes. The last thing she wanted to be was a sexy witch or a sexy candy corn or a sexy anything really. She wanted to sit in her dorm room in a pair of sweats and eat her weight in ice cream. Yet still her friends managed to drag her to the store. 

All the girls excitedly rushed through the racks of costumes, dragging probably ten each to dressing rooms to find the perfect one that would make their boyfriends drool at a party all night long before finally bringing them upstairs at whatever frat they were in. The best Marissa could manage was rolling her eyes. There wasn’t a guy to impress her, just a lame party to stand in and hope none of the frat rejects tried to be worth her time. She grabbed a random costume off the clearance rack to satisfy her friends before going back to her pity party. 

Despite her best efforts to slow the passage of time, Marissa found herself having to get ready for the so-called “epic” Halloween party at Alpha Sigma. She throws on the costume, learning in the moment that she chose to be a demon, and gasps as the fabric clings perfectly to her curves. In fact, she’s not sure it could look better if she had gotten it tailored to her. With a small boost to her confidence Marissa goes to put on her makeup, a dark Smokey eye that only succeeds in making her look even more seductive. She’s not sure what comes over her in the moment, if the costume gives her a taste for promiscuity or revenge, but instead of turning left to the party on the way out the door, she makes a hard right to her ex’s house. Halloween is the perfect time to get into some trouble anyway. 

Revenge on Teacher

Hannah Milton had been teaching high school math for almost 10 years now, and she was well known to be a strict and unforgiving teacher. In the decade that she had been in the school she’d had quite a few students fail her class, through a combination of their own disinterest and the quick pace with which she moved through the lessons. As far as she was concerned, she taught a senior level calculus class. If the students wanted the grade, they had to work for it. 

Now Hannah walks out of her classroom and locks the door behind her, adjusting the “Ms. Milton” sign hanging from a hook on the door to ensure it lies straight. Then she walks out to her car. The semester had just ended and grades had been released that morning, resulting in a flood of phone calls from students and parents alike for the entire day. The final grade, though, shouldn’t have been a surprise. The scores for everything but the final had been online for weeks. The bad mood the phone calls had put her in was only exasperated by the bitter cold wind whipping her hair across her face. This snow storm couldn’t end soon enough. 

Before she could even shut the door to her car, her cell phone rang. The soft tinkling of the ringer prompted a sigh of frustration, especially upon seeing that it was an unidentified number. The woman peels off one of her gloves and answers the phone, simultaneously cranking the engine to fill the cabin with heat. “This is Hannah Milton.” Her standard greeting escapes her lips, nothing personal, but strictly informational. 

Hannah is 30 years old with long blonde hair and blue eyes. She was pretty enough that even her students commented on it, despite their distaste for her personality. A tight hourglass figure, curves that had her catching men taking a peek. 5’4” and 140 lbs. 

Undercover Cop

Claire tucks a strand of newly dyed blonde hair behind her ear, staring at herself in the dressing room mirror and attempting to get used to the new look. It was her first day on the job at Desire, a so called “gentleman’s club” on the south side of town. Even just a glance down at her outfit made her a bit uncomfortable. 

Claire had been working as a beat cop for the city’s force for a few years now, and with a hasty promotion to detective last week she had mysteriously been immediately placed undercover. It wasn’t really a surprise, she had the exact build as each of the five women who had disappeared in the past two months, really the only thing keeping her from being a target was her brown hair, and her profession. Both of which got changed rather quickly. 

After a few dance classes and a shopping spree, not even one she got to participate in, Claire was ready to go on stage next as her new alter ego, Becca “Diamond” Lacey. With any luck, she’d draw out the man responsible for the disappearances and be back to being a normal detective in a week or two. 

Forced Hucow 

Gina was sick of her job, her apartment, hell, her whole life at this point. Her ex had dumped her and left her in the dust, and the city was starting to feel oppressive. She needed a change. Desperately. 

The girl spent all day scrolling through job postings and rental places in the rural areas on the outskirts of town, hoping there would be at least one stand out that would convince her to finally bite the bullet and get out of her misery. After only a week of searching she managed to stumble upon something that seemed beyond perfect. A farmer looking for a live in maid, someone to cook and clean and take care of the home while he was in the field all day. By the end of her shift, Gina had emailed an application over to him. 

Only a few days later Gina’s Uber pulled up in front of the farmhouse for her interview. The place was beautiful, a full wrap around porch, bright white paint, though with an obvious layer of dust and dirt on the wood. If she were to be hired, sweeping the porch may need to be a first step. Her eyes drift back to the car just long enough to thank the driver before walking up the steps and ringing the doorbell. 

The door slowly creaks open to reveal the farmer who had posted the ad. He looked good for a man she could only assume was at least in his 40s, and she had none of the nerves she was expecting to feel once alone in a stranger’s home. “Hi, uh, hello sir. I’m Gina Reynolds, I’m here for the maid interview?” 

Gina Reynolds, 22, 5’3, long brown hair, brown eyes, lightly tanned skin. She has an athletic build and an hourglass figure, wearing a pair of dark wash jeans and a fitted blue shirt with her hair up in a ponytail and running shoes on her feet. 

Scooby-Doo Monster

Velma walks slowly through the abandoned mansion the gang had found themselves in, swinging her flashlight side to side in an attempt to see all of the dark hallway in front of her. Each of her footsteps seems to echo more than the last, her mind willing her steps to be softer so they don’t give away her location to whoever or whatever is hiding in the shadows. No. Just whoever. She shakes the thought out of her head, finding the concept of “whatever” to be ridiculous. There was no such things as monsters and ghosts. 

The gang had been sold a story as they stopped for gas in the mystery machine, a house at the outskirts of town which was home to a demon. Supposedly the owner was a criminal who had disappeared over a decade before, and now he was risen from hell to continue his horrific work. The townsfolk seemed to believe he hypnotized women and lured them to his home, over a dozen women having gone missing in the past year, each one showing up in town a month after with no memory of what happened aside from an encounter with the demonic form. Velma didn’t give it much credit. 

A noise behind her grabs her attention, making her spin around and letting her flashlight land on a vase a few feet back. She must have brushed against it on her walk. A deep breath pushes out of her chest and echos down the hall. She’d have to be more careful. Even if it wasn’t a demon, a human can be just as dangerous and the last thing she needed was a run in with him while she was away from her friends. Little did she know, he had already found her, following her in the shadows left behind after the light turned back down the hallway. 

Academic Rivals

Amanda Richards stared at her computer, her current class rank staring back at her. 2. She was number 2. Her fists slam down on her desk in frustration, groaning loudly. It figures he found a way to knock her down again, somehow always managing to eke out a little bit more extra credit or a slightly higher test grade the second she had managed to do the same. Amanda closes her computer, spinning around in her chair and staring at her dorm room. The calendar next to her door showed her next opportunity, a test coming up at the end of the week. 

The girl walks out of her room into the living room of her suite, wearing a pair of pink pajama pants and a white crop top. She immediately stops in her tracks as she sees y/c sitting on the couch in front of her. She had forgotten her roommate’s boyfriend was bringing a friend over, and wasn’t particularly happy about learning that friend was her current arch nemesis. Blonde hair whips around her face as she takes a sharp turn into the kitchen, taking a drink out of the fridge and walking back toward her room. “I wouldn’t get too comfortable there if I were you. You’ll have to get some studying in if you want to keep that number one spot.” 

She storms back into the bedroom, annoyed and slamming the door behind her. If she was lucky she’d manage to avoid him for the rest of the night, keep her nose in her book and not have to even look in his direction again. Though by the sound of her roommate laughing just outside the door, she was already too drunk not to try to drag Amanda out of the room. 

Hypno-Bunny

Vanessa had recently accepted a position at a company who claimed to have proprietary technology to make a work day more bearable. They would implant a chip in the mind of their workers that turns off processing for the length of their shift, allowing them to work for 8 hours without remembering a single thing. They boast that employee retention is almost 100% as a result of this amazing new technology. 

What Vanessa didn’t know, was that behind the doors of her office was actually a secretive club for wealthy men, one in which she worked as a waitress and plaything. The chip turned off her mind each morning, replacing it with a bubbly and eager girl, ready to serve the men behind the doors. 

Vanessa showed up to work as she always did, already feeling the chip start to slow her mind as soon as she walked through the doors. A peaceful smile comes to her face as it fully shuts down, then a small giggle as her new personality takes effect. In only a few more minutes she’s changed into her cute little uniform and a pair of bunny ears, walking around the floor of the club with a tray of drinks. 

Race Play Neighbors

Amelia Franklin had been living in her nice little neighborhood with her husband for a few years now. They were both somewhat upset to learn their old neighbors were moving out, but Amelia had come around a bit by the time a nice looking man moved in next door. Her husband, on the other hand, didn’t share the sentiment. 

The two were out in their front yard gardening one day when things came to a bit of a head. Amelia kneeling on the ground with her blonde hair pulled into a ponytail, digging in her flowerbeds when she heard her husband’s voice behind her. “Listen, Amelia. All I’m saying is it’s kind of shitty that they’d let some guy like that move in and lower the property value of our house. Him just being here ruins the whole neighborhood.” 

The sentence came out of nowhere, making Amelia look up just in time to see the look of anger on her new neighbor’s face. “Babe. Let’s just, go inside. Come on.” She turns to her neighbor with wide eyes, pulling off her gloves and grabbing her husband’s arm as she pushes him inside the house. “I am, just, so sorry about him. I swear we love having you here, he just takes a bit longer to come around to new people.” 

Little Brother’s Best Friend

Becca was bored out of her mind. Her mother had finally convinced her to take a vacation from work and come on the summer trip to the lake. Becca had always hated the lake house, a dark old building decorated like a cabin despite having vinyl siding. There was nothing in the old house that interested her in the slightest. Which is exactly how she had ended up sitting in an upstairs bedroom alone, reading a book she had happened across on a shelf. 

She sits in the windowsill, blonde hair reflecting the sunlight, brown eyes slowly moving from line to line in her book. That is, until she hears a noise outside. Becca looks up from her book to see someone jumping into the lake. This, she thinks to herself, is the only perk to the lake house. She watches him swim out and get on the dock, muscular arms moving through the water. Briefly, she lets her imagination run wild, thinking of all the things those arms could do to her. 

Her fantasies are shattered as she’s jolted back to reality, the man turning around on the dock to reveal the face of her younger brother’s friend. “Holy shit.” She speaks the words out loud, still staring at him. Becca hadn’t seen the boy in years, at least 6 by now, since she had stopped coming home for breaks during college. Her family had told her he was coming, but she was expecting who he had been, someone simply around to annoy her. This- this was an unexpected surprise. Though, potentially not a bad one. 

Becca is 26, blonde, brown eyes, pale skin with light freckles running over her cheekbones from the sun. She has a soft hourglass figure and an athletic build. 

Therapy

“I just, I don’t know. It feels like I can’t trust anyone anymore.” Myra leaned back with a sigh, her hands covering her face in frustration and embarrassment. “It’s stupid, isn’t it? I mean, one breakup doesn’t make you lose faith in everything. I’m overreacting.” The couch beneath her almost feels as if it could swallow her, and to a certain extent she wishes it would. That would at least get her to stop embarrassing herself at this appointment. 

Myra had spent the last 4 years dating the same guy, a guy she thought she was going to marry. It didn’t help the situation when she caught him in bed with her roommate. In fact, he had broken up with her after that, acting as if she was wrong for coming back from class early. This, of course, was all explained as quickly as possible to the therapist she had decided to start seeing after the breakup. 

Now she sits in the office, half explaining her situation and half trying to keep herself distanced from it entirely. It was the last thing she wanted to think of, and definitely the last thing she ever wanted to explain to someone else. A dramatic college kid upset she had to break up with her high school sweetheart. That’s all she was, and that’s what shed have to convince herself was happening. 

“Ugh. And he’s still seeing her. Did I tell you that? I’m going to have to go home and listen to them fucking in the other room. Wait, shit, sorry, can I say fucking here?” 

Myra Franklin, 19, shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes, pale skin. Sitting on the couch in the therapist’s office in jeans and a white sweater. 

Begging for Booze

Alexis was in charge of throwing her sorority’s annual Halloween party this year, organizing all the most important aspects. The theme? gRAVEyard. Decor? Flashing lights, glow sticks, tombstones. Food? Catered from the diner down the road. Every single thing was perfect, with only one thing left on her list to figure out. Booze. The party was huge every year, but there was no chance she could just walk into the store and get that much liquor, especially at 19. 

After asking around to her sisters who had planned the party in previous years, Alexis learned of a longstanding deal with one of the frats. Apparently they sourced the booze every single year, and were willing to donate it in exchange for a few favors. Each of the girls had been asked to do something different, something seemingly inconsequential, nothing you’d expect to be the trade off for something that expensive. One had to write the frat president an essay he had due, another was asked to change the bulb in a lamp. All of it struck Alexis as odd, but ultimately harmless. 

Now she walks up to the frat, pushing open the doors and calling out. “Hello? Anyone home? I’m from Delta Phi, I heard you guys might be willing to help me out with the Halloween party?” 

Dirty Santa

The music plays loudly over the speakers, the 15th round of Mariah Carey today. If All I Want for Christas is You plays even one more time during this shift, Lacey is convinced she’d have to just walk out. Quit her job and start from scratch. December had passed its midpoint, and she was sufficiently sick of the endless Christmas mess at her boring retail job. Working register means you listen on a loop and get yelled at by women too stressed to still be living, working floor means you clean up after said women throw boxes to the floor because you didn’t have the right color of whatever this year’s hottest box of junk is. 

All of this culminated in Lacey hating Christmas quite a bit. At 23 she was still working in the store she swore she’d leave after high school, and each year was just a repeat of the last. Even the staff managed to be the same each season. As she stands at her register, bored out of her mind, the Santa hands out candy canes up at the door in front of her. The same seasonal worker every year. Each year he tried his best to flirt with her behind the counter, seemingly infatuated despite the fact that Lacey couldn’t even remember his name. And then he’d disappear in January until the next Christmas rolled around. 

Lacey had to admit she wasn’t much to look at in the uniform they had provided her. Even with her general disinterest it was somewhat nice to hear his odd compliments. The ugliest red and green sweater she had ever seen hangs off her body, her blonde hair curled perfectly and desperately placed over her shoulders to hide as much of the sweater as she could. Not that the hair could do anything to fix the elf hat jingling atop her head. Still, it felt a bit odd to see his eyes plastered onto her from his spot at the door. 

Humiliated by Professor 

Lindsey is 21, having very recently gotten into grad school and assigned a TA position with a professor she absolutely hated during her undergrad. Ever since her first day he spent more time insulting her work than actually helping her, yet still giving her the papers to grade and sort through. 

It’s now just after the first semester, and Lindsey has decided to stay on campus for the winter break, continuing to work despite having no students to assist. She instead has mostly taken on organizing the office and getting it prepared for the next semester. 

Lindsey walks into the office a bit later than usual one morning, carrying a cup of coffee for both her and the professor. “Good morning sir, sorry I’m a bit late, the line was insane this morning. But I got you your usual, black 2 sugars.” She places a cup on the desk in front of him, smiling politely. “What would you like for me to get started on today sir? I can dive right in on those filing cabinets, unless you had another plan.” 

Lindsey is 5’4”, with brown hair, brown eyes, pale skin, and is wearing a white sweater and a black skirt, with sheer black tights on her legs and a pair of knee high boots. 

Preacher’s Daughter

Kelsey sits in the front pew of the church, patiently sitting through her father’s sermon and awaiting the end. Ever since she had come back from college the only part of Sunday she really looked forward to was the potluck. She was rather sick of being daddy’s little girl, being the good church going southern girl everyone had known her to be as she was growing up. Getting away from home had given her the opportunity to give in to some more primal urges, and those feelings had never gone away. 

Now, at age 25, Kelsey still finds herself flirting with fellow sinners after service, occasionally managing to follow through and find her way back to their homes for some fun. 

After what feels like forever, her father finishes his sermon, dismissing everyone to the courtyard out back for the potluck. Kelsey stands and smooths out her dress, a soft baby blue sundress the same color as her eyes, with long sleeves and a high neckline. Her long dirty blonde hair is pulled back into a high ponytail, swinging behind her as she walks outside and begins to help her father pull foil and lids off various Pyrex containers. 

About an hour into the event, the girl finally spots her target, y/c. She walks up to him confidently, smiling and holding a plate in her hand. “Hey, not hungry today? I haven’t seen you go by the tables at all. Figured I would bring you something.” 

Rival Politicians 

Ginger Bardot had been working her way up in politics for years now, fighting tooth and nail to get herself to the debate stage she finds herself standing on now. Her long time rival, and current incumbent in the position, stands on the other side of the stage with a far too expensive suit being smoothed out and lint rolled by a team of assistants. The woman can’t help but roll her eyes at the sight, a man so absorbed in his image he was sure to lose the debate and his seat right along with it. She almost found herself pitying him. 

Before long the cameras have started and stopped, both sides having said their fair share. Ginger can’t help but find herself glaring at the man beside her once the cameras have turned away, frustrated beyond all belief that he had remained as collected as he had. She smooths out the blue fabric of her dress and removes a small flag pin from the fabric, handing it off to an intern and walking off the stage. She needed to unwind a bit, get out some frustration. 

It seemed as though getting out frustration wasn’t quite in the cards, however. By the time she walked into her hotel room she found her team had let in (y/c), her rival. “Senator.” She greets him curtly, walking toward the mini bar in the corner of the room and pouring herself a drink. “Might I ask to what I owe this visit? As far as I’m concerned, everything at the debate went as expected. It’s not my fault if your views feel a bit…… outdated.” She waves her team out of the room, dismissing them back to their own rooms while she speaks with him. 

Ginger Bardot, 32 years old, 5’4”, pristinely put together. Brown hair neatly curled over her shoulders, brown eyes, pale skin, and an hourglass figure. She wears a form fitting green dress with long sleeves, a pair of high black pumps on her feet to bring her closer to her opponent in height on the stage. 

Time Traveller x Immortal 

Sarah Clark walked down the streets of New York, hustling past carriages and doing her best to avoid mud gathering on the hem of her skirt. Her father had spent the past few years establishing a company in the city’s ports and was requesting her help in ensuring the goods brought in on the ships were safe from the incoming British army. With any luck, the war would soon be over and their lives would return to normal, if anything with a bit of good fortune that would come from a life outside of British rule. 

Sarah was only a few hundred feet away from her father’s building when a man runs directly into her, knocking her to the ground. Her lips part to shout out angrily at the man, but before she can he speaks to her quickly, his voice pleading, and runs away. She’s left on the ground dumbfounded, trying to process what had just happened. Somehow despite never having met him before the man had known her name, her father’s name, and issued her a warning in the span of only a few seconds. “Stay out of the building today, Sarah, please.” 

An uneasy feeling settles in her gut as she slowly stands and walks toward her father’s building. Why would a strange man ask her to stay away from it today? There was nothing different about the docks, at least not that she could see. Still, for a reason she couldn’t quite place, Sarah asked her father if she could work at their home for the day organizing the goods they had stored there. She wouldn’t find out until later, but the docks had been raided by British troops seeking to control the ports. Had she been in the building, Sarah very likely would have been brought to a base to serve the British army. She spent the next few years looking around for the man that had warned her, but didn’t see him again until the war had ended. 

Nancy Drew

Nancy Drew, detective, world renowned, and now: college student. Nancy had been accepted into Emerson college this year, finally able to spend more time with her boyfriend, and share an apartment with her best friend, who had also gotten into the school. The year was shaping up to be the best one yet. 

Unsurprisingly for the young sleuth, mystery was not in short supply. It seemed as though suspicious behavior found her, rather than the other way around. Just recently a fellow student had come up to her, asking to investigate what she believed to be ghosts in the abandoned home next to hers, having seen people through the windows without ever noticing them enter or exit the home. 

That’s what has Nancy posted up in front of the other student’s home, blue eyes focused on the abandoned property. It was disheveled, the yard overgrown, the siding starting to fall off. However, at random points during the day she can just make out movement in the grass. Those were no ghosts. 

Once she’s fairly certain no one is in the home, Nancy steps out of her trusty blue convertible and sneaks over to the front door. The girl is pleasantly surprised to find it unlocked, slipping inside the home to start her investigation. 

The New Librarian

Ayla had been working at the library in her town since high school and had finally finished her masters degree and been promoted to a librarian position. Only a few weeks after she had officially been given the job, her mentor announced she’d be retiring, forcing the library to hire a replacement. Now, Ayla walks into work preparing herself to meet and train this new librarian. The best she could do was cross her fingers as she walks through the door and hope they weren’t too bad. 

By the time Ayla had put down her bags in her office she heard the door open and a man’s voice shout out into the dark library. With a quick brush at her skirt to smooth it out, she rushes out to the circulation desk only to find herself face to face with a man far more attractive than she was expecting. “Oh, uh, hello! I assume you’re the new librarian? I’m Ayla, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” She outstretches one hand to him, smiling as he gives it a shake. 

“So, I guess we can start with a tour? We’re not particularly big, but I’d be happy to show you around.” Her eyes pull away from his face for a moment as she turns to the computer and starts it up, walking around the desk to do the same for the others. “Feel free to go put your things down, your office is that door over there on the right. It’s pretty bare bones right now, sorry about that.” 

Ayla Martin, 24 years old, long brown hair pulled back into a bun, green eyes under gold framed glasses, 5’3”, pale skin, wearing a tan sweater with the front tucked into a knee length black skirt, sheer black tights, and a pair of heeled black booties. 

Business Rivals

Monica DiAngelo was by and large the definition of a business woman. Her father had raised her from birth to eventually take over his company, and now at age 25 it was like she could taste it. Her dad was about to retire, and he would be announcing the transition of power at the end of the week. As a form of early celebration, Monica made her way to the bar near her apartment the same day her father gave her the news. She excitedly got to drinking, talking with groups of friends who stopped in the congratulate her. At some point, however, she drank too much. 

Monica wakes up the next morning, her head pounding and her mouth dry. She tries her hardest to remember the night before, but honestly couldn’t past a couple of her friends leaving the bar. She groans and slowly opens her eyes, suddenly realizing that she is not in her own apartment. Slowly, she turns her head to see a man she recognizes laying next to her, the owner of the business in direct competition with hers. 

She bites down on her bottom lip to stifle a gasp, getting out of the bed as quietly as she can and rushing around the room to pick up her scattered clothing, hoping she can get out before he wakes up and sees her. 

Monica is 25, 5’2”, with long brown hair, deep brown eyes, and pale skin. She’s got an hourglass figure, usually covered up by her business attire.

Hitchhiker 

Cassie groans as the car sputters to a stop. She had known the closest town was 100 miles away, and that her car would never make it there with the camper trailer hooked up to the back, but she ignored the impending gas light anyway. All she wanted to do was get as far away from her ex as possible. Hit the road and never look back. Though now if she wanted to go anywhere she needed some gas. 

With sunglasses perched atop the bridge of her nose, Cassie slips out of the car into the open plains surrounding her. Even with the flat ground the only thing she could see for miles around was the soft grass blowing in the wind. Glimpses of light reflect off the tops of the swaying weeds, small yellow flowers dotting the landscape. With a soft sigh, Cassie resigns herself to sitting on the hood and waiting, twirling the end of her blonde ponytail.

Before long a reflection shines into her eyes, the sun bouncing off the windshield of a bright red sedan. It was almost amazing just how clean it had managed to stay on the broad stretch of road. Cassie’s own car had once been a similar color, but now was muddled and almost grey with the thick layers of pollen and dust caking the outside. Now she simply found herself brushing the dust off the back of her shorts and walking toward the car as it slowed down to a gentle stop in front of her. 

As the window rolls down, her own reflection in the glass is replaced by another face. A man similar in age to her, attractive, with a smile playing on his lips almost as though he had been laughing at her unfortunate situation. The girl lowers her glasses to show a pair of deep brown eyes and leans on the edge of the door to look down inside the car. “Hey, I ran out of gas. Any way I could get a ride with you up to the next town to get a tow?” 

Locker Room Fun

Taylor is a freshman in college, going to her first choice school through a mix of fantastic grades and a heaping helping of nepotism. Not only had her father graduated from the university, he now coached their men’s soccer team. Taylor had grown up playing with him, giving her an athletic build, but decided not to continue after high school. 

Instead, she spends her time outside of class helping her dad with his team. She plays individually with the guys that need to practice something specific while the others play, helps put out and put away equipment, and just makes sure the water cooler is filled and ready to go. 

She could always just go back to her dorm after class, but she liked helping her dad. Almost as much as she liked the flirty attention she got from the guys. She wasn’t the most attractive girl on campus, but she knew she was pretty. Long dark hair, tanned skin from being out in the sun every day, deep brown eyes behind a pair of glasses. Plenty of the guys had asked her out while her father wasn’t looking, but she hadn’t taken any of them up on the offer. 

After practice on a Friday Taylor walks into the locker room, the team and her father gone now, and needing to get into the ball storage to put away the last bag of practice balls. When she turns around she finds y/c standing behind her, bag slung over his shoulder, now back in his street clothes. A blush comes to her face, “Oh, I’m sorry, I thought everyone had left already. I shouted when I came in, I must not have heard you answer.” 

Preacher’s Plaything 

Brianna was a sweet girl, well liked in the community. She works in the office of the church, mostly doing bookkeeping. She had graduated from college the year before with a degree in math, and felt called to the local church to help them manage during a rough time. Even after work she spends much of her time in the church, volunteering and helping to run the youth group. 

Everyone in town seemed to love her, though many didn’t know just how much time she spent on her computer at night, scrolling through BDSM chat rooms and forums. In fact, the young girl had spent hours talking to the same man, sending him photos of herself, describing her darkest fantasies. She would even go as far as to message him while in the church, once or twice sneaking away from her desk to send a photo of her outfit or her breasts. 

The online relationship was exciting, but there was a part of it even she was unaware of. The man she had been treating as her online dominant was Y/C, the priest at the church. She spoke to him multiple times a day, pleasant and professional, completely oblivious to the fact that he was the one who told her not to wear panties, told her to slip a vibrator in during lunch. 

Today she’s called into y/c’s office, carrying her laptop filled to the brim with spreadsheets and financials. While she’s fully prepared for her weekly meeting, he’s more prepared to tell her who she’s really talking to, and get her to submit to every dirty thought he’s had about her for the past few months. 

Male Supremacy/Bimbofication 

Jessica was a leader of the resistance, a woman who had taken charge in the push back against the men taking over the world. Slowly though, step by step, the men were winning their battle. They attributed it to superior bodies and minds, that the women were simply too weak to fend them off. Jessica wasn’t inclined to agree. 

She had been doing battle against the men, her troops slowly taking back land, seemingly only an inch of it for every foot the men took. However, in their last est fight, Jessica had been taken. The women had no idea what happened when someone was taken away. The few men that were on their side had popped up in the opposing forces after capture, but the women were never seen again, and Jessica was about to learn why. 

She was dumped in a small room, left to bang on the door and walls for hours until she tired herself out. That was when he walked in. She had heard rumors about the man, a high ranking official in the men’s army, the head officer at the women’s retraining camp. As he walks in Jessica grits her teeth, only relaxing her jaw for long enough to spit up toward his face. 

Jessica is 5’4”, long brown hair, blue eyes, pale skin, with an athletic figure and small curves. She wears a women’s army uniform, tan loose fitting pants and teeshirt. (Hoping for someone willing to change her looks to be more classic bimbo through the Bimbofication!) 

Revenge on a Witness 

Hannah Lewis had finished her testimony in the courtroom. Her eyes move over the crowd and land on the defendant, sending a shiver up her spine. The man had kidnapped her, torturing her for weeks before she escaped and made her way to the police. And now he was sat mere feet away from her, glaring at her as she made her way off the stand. Thankfully, not long after the trial ended and the jury came back with a guilty verdict. 

Hannah was overjoyed. That is, until someone came up and told her the unfortunate truth. They suspected the man to have a partner, someone who would likely try to get to her. She was placed into a witness protection program. Her name was changed and she was moved a few states away in the effort to keep her hidden away from the partner. 

After a few months, the woman had become comfortable in her new life. She started living once more. Working, dating, making friends. In fact, she had managed to get herself a date that night. Hannah walks into the bar, scanning the room for the person she had met on Tinder, finally seeing them off to the side of the room. They were sweet, charismatic, had even gotten her a drink before she arrived. Though, after about an hour or so, she starts to get dizzy. “I uh, I’m not feeling so well. I may have to get going.” 

Hannah is 28, with long brown hair and brown eyes. She has pale skin and a smooth hourglass shaped body, shown off in a tight black dress for her date. Since moving to her new town, everyone knows her as Lisa Knox, y/c would also know her real name. 

Getting Back at the Bully 

Taylor had been a mean girl in high school. She would even admit it when asked. Somehow even after years have passed, she was still a little proud of it, a cold hearted girl through and through. Taylor had always known she was hot, and she used it to her advantage every chance she got. Get a discount at stores by flashing some cleavage, get a few free drinks at the bar, even managing to get jewelry and gifts from men who only dreamed of getting to take her out. 

Today, Taylor gets ready for her ten year high school reunion. All those little idiots who told her she’d peaked in high school would be getting an eyeful tonight. She slips into a tight little black dress, red bottomed heels on her feet. Between showing off her body and her money, she was sure to prove to everyone that her life had only continued to go uphill. 

She walks with confidence into the event hall, her blonde hair flowing behind her with every step as brown eyes scan the crowd. Familiar faces register in her mind, the girl who’s braces had stayed on too long, the boy with the unfortunate BO, a few too many sad cases for her to handle. But in the center of the room, surrounded by less attractive girls than her, stood a tall and muscular man. A man any girl would kill to have on their arm. Taylor had no idea who he was, but she intended to find out. 

Stripper Makes Rent

Lauren had been a stripper since college. She had started out just trying to pay her way through school, but soon enough she learned she was good at it and it gave her more money than any jobs in her major ever would. So she stuck with it. Now at 24 she was well known and liked among the club regulars. Many requested to have private rooms with her or waited until she came out on stage to say goodbye for the night. 

Despite having quite a few regulars, there was one man Lauren saw even more than the others. He came in every single night, and sometimes even got kicked out for taking things a little too far. He was well known for trying to touch the girls, giving out his number, playing with himself as he watched. Lauren tried her hardest not to get any private rooms with him, even going as far as to turn him down a few times when he asked. This week, however, she realized she wasn’t pulling in quite enough cash to cover her rent. Finally she resigned herself to accepting his request. 

Lauren took time during her break to slip into an outfit she knew was one of his favorites, then headed into the private room to wait for him. Once the door had swung shut behind him she knew there wasn’t any turning back. The cash just from the room would cover her rent, plus any tips he would give her while she was in there. The girl gives him a smile and pops open a bottle of champagne, pouring some into two glasses set on the table next to his chair. “Hey big boy, ready for your show?” 

Sleeping with the Enemy

Lila had been dismissing advances from her husband’s coworkers for years. Most of them were jokes, poking fun at the fact that her husband wasn’t conventionally attractive, and she herself had been blasted with looks. Though, one man in particular never quite seemed to be joking. Y/c was her husband’s least favorite coworker, rude to him, actively hindering his work, and spending a bit too much time hitting on Lila. 

It was early Thursday morning, and Lila had just sent her husband on his way out the door, kissing him goodbye as she does every morning. Then, she checks her phone. Her heart sinks in her chest as she receives emails from an address she doesn’t recognize, each one filled with photos and videos of her husband cheating on her. She had been nothing but loyal to him, saying no to every advance someone had made. Suddenly, however, she changed her mind. 

Lila storms upstairs and digs through a purse she hadn’t used in months, one she had simply tossed into the closet. There she finds y/c’s number written drunkenly on a napkin, something he had given her at the last Christmas party. She pulls off her top and takes a quick photo in just her bra, hesitating before hitting the send button along with a message. “Home alone, keep me company?” She was seeing red, and fully intended to treat her husband to the same quality of images she had been anonymously sent. 

Lila is 5’5”, with an hourglass figure, an athletic build, and lightly tanned skin. She has brown hair and blue eyes, along with a soft line of freckles over her cheekbones from the sun. 

Haunted House

Cassie kicks the tire on her car, already soaking wet from the rain. What a fucking time to get a flat. She lets out a deep sigh and resorts to walking down the disgusting muddy dirt road. She wasn’t even supposed to be this deep in the forest, having gotten lost on the way to her husband’s family dinner. Fuck. He was going to give her so much shit for missing that. 

Eventually the woman finds herself in front of a large house, though it was in severe disrepair. The siding was crumbling off, the yard overgrown and gripping to the rusted iron gates at the entrance. Though, she figured, a run down shelter is better than no shelter at all. Her eyes scan the building for any signs of life after tugging at the gate, its harsh squeaking ringing in her ears even after the movement stops. For a moment she could swear she sees the light of a candle flickering in an upstairs room, but it quickly stops. 

She knocks on the door, the simple action pushing it open, seemingly not latched at all. Cassie then steps inside, her soaked body dripping on the floor of the massive home, blonde hair plastered to the sides of her face. “Hello? Is anyone here? Your door was open and my car broke down about a mile up the road. Can I use your phone? I get no signal out here.” 

Naughty Elf 

Kelsey had very recently gone back to her home town in an attempt to sort out her life. Her boyfriend had broken up with her just days before her 25th birthday, her job had laid her off after months of struggling to come back after Covid, and now she had nowhere else to go. The girl got a seasonal job at the mall, just working as an elf helper for photos with Santa, anything to be able to set aside some cash. 

Only a few days into working, however, Kelsey began to notice quite a few looks and comments coming from the man playing Santa. Never very overt, but certainly expressing interest. The small blonde decided there wouldn’t be much harm in playing along. 

Soon enough Kelsey found herself reveling in the attention. She allowed her skirt to hike up slightly as she bent down to give kids their photos, and changed into tinier and tinier outfits after work each day for clean-up. Then, came Christmas Day. The mall was dead, all the patrons at home with their families. Kelsey and Santa, however, had to come in for last minute photos and to break down the picture area, and Kelsey had every intention of teasing him until the last second. 

Kelsey walks through the back door of the mall, slipping out onto the main floor in a red crop top and a tight white mini skirt. Atop her head is her elf hat, a small bell at the tip jingling in sync with the clicks of her red heels on the tile. The girl smirks, twirling a strand of blonde hair around her finger as her eyes land on the man in front of her, still in his suit. “Morning Santa, ready to 

Dealing in Trouble

Carly is a typical golden girl college student. 20 years old, already a senior, captain of the cheer team, 4.0, working on the side. She seems like she can do it all, and for the first few years she was able to. Now though, she found herself burning out faster than ever. She could keep up almost everything, but there was always something bound to slip, and nothing was allowed to slip. She was perfect, and that’s how she’d stay. 

This attitude is what caused her to accept some adderall her roommate offered her, then what caused her to start buying more. She could keep up with everything else, let school work be the thing to slip for a while, then catch up on all of it in one night. An easy solution to her problems. 

Tonight Carly walks down the street to the unassuming home in the suburbs where she gets her help, already out despite buying some the week before. Her uses were increasing, though that was simply because her workload was increasing as well. She knocks on the door, smiling as the man swings it open. “Hey! Can I come in?” She speaks sweetly, trying to avoid anything more specific until she’s inside the house. She still wears her uniform from the game she just cheered at, looking to all the outside world more like a cute girl coming to visit her boyfriend. 

Carly Richter, 20, long blonde hair, blue eyes, 5’2”, athletic build, hourglass shape. 

Fighting for Captain

Katie had been cheering for her school for the past 2 years, promising yet again that she would be cheering for her junior year as she signs her scholarship paperwork. One swipe of the pen confirms her interest in becoming the assistant to the coach, a position she knows at least two of her teammates are also vying for, one that comes with a scholarship increase and a much higher shot at a recommendation letter for an NFL team. 

By the time summer vacation rolls around a few weeks later, Katie and her other two teammates are asked to stay after practice to talk about the assistant position. So now she sits in the coach’s office with Gabby and Rachel, politely chatting about anything but the job they’re here to fight over. After all, they’ll still have to be a team once someone gets picked. 

Before long the coach joins them in the office, a smile spread across his face as he looks down at all three of the girls. Katie can feel her breath catch in her chest, nerves suddenly bundling tightly in her stomach. She really wants this job, not to mention the money that comes with it.