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skarlette1 · 3 months

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Pearl Girls: Where I Belong

--The final chapter of the Pearl Girls series.

Can it really be a single semester since I was given a pearl necklace that turned me into an unwilling sex worker? It seemed like the ordeal had gone on for years. But it was finally over. Finally.

That seductive necklace had turned me from Alexis Ames, PhD, adjunct professor at Skarlette City University (and secretly the superheroine Argent) into “Professor Pearl Girl”. As a mind-controlled tool of Club Absinthe, I had spent the last few months as little more than a sex toy at the beck and call of the Club’s pearl-level members. I hadn’t conceived of any way to avoid that fate until three days ago.

The last seventy-two hours since Yvonne Yates had broken my necklace and set me free had been a whirlwind of activity. As Professor Alexis Ames, I’d helped the police to liberate of all the Pearl Girls of the Chloros Neriada Sorority. Although most of the girls had tried to destroy their necklaces before they could be removed, we’d managed to recover a few pieces. Some would be used as evidence in the prosecution of the pearl-level members of Club Absinthe that had benefited from the Pearl Girls’ services. I’d also delivered several necklaces, well-sealed in reinforced titanium cases, to Libido League Tower. Platinum Panther and Sammie Sims would study their circuitry so they could protect us from threats like this in the future.

I’d given hours of testimony to the police and district attorneys about the inner workings of the Pearl Girl network and its infiltration of the highest levels of Skarlette City University. Dean Dickinson had already resigned in disgrace and it seemed likely that most of the trustees would do the same within the week.

I’d also told the authorities about the theft of antiquities that Lyta Leasch was supposed to be delivering to the museum, although I couldn’t quite bring myself to speak her name. The police were easily able to identify Lyta as the archaeologist in question. Unfortunately, she’d already withdrawn her life savings and left town for parts unknown. Even her husband, Grant Kerry, had no idea where she might be—at least none he was willing to share with the police. I’d considered approaching him as a colleague to encourage him to help with the investigation. But, after all that I’d done to him under the influence of the pearls, I was certain that I was the last person he would want to see.

Even though Treasure Tartarus looked likely to escape justice for her part at the center of all of it, I’d wracked my brain for ways to make her pay for her crimes. But the thought just kept sliding out of my head. It was mainly because I was so very tired, but to be honest, some of it was because of how much I still wanted to kiss her.

By the time the authorities had asked me all their questions, even my superheroic stamina was flagging. It was the middle of the night and there was nothing left for me to do but head back to my penthouse, collapse on my bed still dressed, and sleep. My dreams were twisted visions of glinting pearls, ruby lips, and smoking-hot sex—proof that all those months as a Pearl Girl couldn’t be wiped away as easily as crushing a necklace.

I awoke with the sun already high in the sky, my muscles stiff, and my crotch sticky. The mists of my dreams melted in the morning sun like the memory of how passionately I had been desired as “Professor Pearl Girl.” I dragged myself into the shower and let the streaming water wash away the physical residue of my ordeal, cleansing my body from scalp to toes. The emotional fallout would be much harder to scrub away. I let the water flow over me for a long, long time. Its soothing hiss and warm caress slowly helped to center me in the here and now: The first day of my post-Pearl Girl life.

Looking at myself in the mirror, the difference from four months ago was striking. Argent’s short, no-nonsense, honey-blond hair had become long, platinum tresses that reached nearly to my waist. Alexis Ames’s thickly arched eyebrows that enhanced her look of intelligence had been plucked down to thin lines that made my whole face look weak. Tentative. Needy.

Worst of all was the lost confidence in my eyes. As a professor, I knew my subject area, inside and out. As a superheroine, I knew my powers and how to use them to help people. But I didn’t see any of that in my eyes—only a woman filled with regret at her past failings, and profound doubt that she had the strength to avoid them in the future. Now that I was free, I had no idea what I wanted, other than stopping those who had taken advantage of me. Did I want to return to the classroom, where so many of my transgressions had taken place? Did I want to return to active duty with the Libido League, where I would constantly worry that my fantastic powers would fall into the service of a supervillain due to my weak will? Did I want to try some other path altogether?

My stomach growled. I guess at least one part of me knew what it wanted. I wrapped a silk robe around me and headed toward the kitchen. The Italian tile was cool on my bare feet. Halfway down the hall, I was greeted by the smell of fresh coffee. I had barely been here during my time as a Pearl Girl so I couldn’t believe that the coffee maker was still functional.

I walked into the kitchen and found Crystal Creese—my personal shopper and sometime domme—standing at my stove. Wearing a stylish burgundy sweater, black leather skirt, and crimson leather boots, she was … cooking. “According to the news, Alexis, you’ve been through one hell of a semester. Exceptional circumstances call for exceptions to my rules, especially about how I treat you going forward. In addition to your closet, I’ve stocked your pantry. Pour some coffee and fetch the plates. The frittata will be ready in a minute. I’m sure you need some protein. Then you can tell me all about it.”

I stood with my lips parted, unsure of what to say. I wasn’t surprised that she’d gotten into the penthouse, I had given her a passcode for the private elevator weeks ago. I was slightly surprised that she was cooking—she didn’t seem the type. I definitely was surprised that despite whatever she’d heard about me on the news, she still came over to help, or even wanted to associate with me at all!

“Snap to it, Alexis!” Crystal said. “Recovery from brainwashing means I cook you food, it doesn’t mean I set the table.”

“S-sorry, Crystal.” I hurried to prepare the breakfast nook and pour the coffee. Crystal brought over the frying pan and plated the frittata. I forced myself to take a bite. My mouth was awash in sensation. “My god, Crystal. This is the best thing I’ve tasted in months!”

“Don’t act surprised that I know my way around the kitchen.”

“It’s not that. I just realized that I’ve barely been tasting my food for months. Whatever else that Pearl Girl necklace was doing to me, it must have been focusing so much of my attention on sexual pleasures that my other senses were dulled. It’s like every single experience of the past few months was twisted by those glimmering, white pearls.”

Once I started talking, I couldn’t seem to stop. As we finished the frittata and sipped the coffee, I told Crystal nearly everything about my life as a Pearl Girl. From the way I was first tricked into donning the pearls, to my earliest services to pearl-level members, to the way I used Grant Kerry’s feelings against him, my arrangements with Dean Dickinson and the other trustees, and how I’d nearly brainwashed my lover Yvonne into sexual slavery. I even confessed that I’d only started a relationship with Crystal because I had mistakenly believed she was a pearl-level member (she got a hearty laugh out of that). The only things I held back were my secret identity as a superheroine (for obvious reasons), any mention of Lyta Leasch (I’m not sure why), and how much my desire to kiss Treasure Tartarus had shaped all of it (I was still ashamed of how much I still burned for the touch of her lips).

The afternoon shadows had grown long by the time I finished my tale. Crystal’s attention never wavered. She had never struck me as the warm and understanding type, but her presence made me feel seen in a way I couldn’t quite explain. Losing the pearls hadn’t just changed me, its effects were even rippling through those around me, even through someone as strong and unyielding as Crystal Creese.

When I couldn’t say another thing about the last few months, I looked to Crystal—Crystal who had every reason to leave me a distant memory, but was still sitting across the table from me. “So, what do you think?”

“I’ve got a hell of a vocabulary, Alexis, but I can’t find the words to describe how wretched your ordeal was. That’s one of the reasons I’m here.”

“What do you mean, Crystal?”

“I mean that I’m breaking my own rules. I have clients who are just clients. I have clients that become friends. I have clients, like you, who sub for me. Never the twain shall meet. While I might be friendly with my subs, and my friends might think I’m a bitch sometimes, it doesn’t change the fact that my subs are never my friends. But when I heard what happened to you, I realized that today of all days, you needed a friend.”

“Thank you, Crystal. It means more than you know. I don’t know how I’m going to get past this.”

She leaned forward. “You’re going to get past it by putting it in the past, Alexis. You’re going look at what this experience has given you that you can use, and fucking use it. Forget the rest.”

“What did being a Pearl Girl give me that I can use?”

“Me, for one thing.” I let out a small laugh, but Crystal cut me off. “Seriously, those little pearls thrust you into all sorts of situations you never would have tried on your own. Some of them you hated, sure. But some of them you didn’t. Be honest with yourself. Some of the things the pearls made you do were some of the most intense experiences of your life. You know who you are so much better than you did before the pearls, Alexis. Build on that and move forward.”

“It’s not that simple, Crystal.”

“Make it that simple. You’re free of the pearls, so act like it. Choose for yourself what you want to do, and do it. Decide who you want to be, and be it. Become that version of Alexis, right now. Don’t worry about the repercussions. Let the past die. Let tomorrow take care of itself.” Her eyes flashed with that intense passion for life I had seen so often in the bedroom.

“You make it sound so easy.”

“It’s as easy as dressing for the life you want to live, Alexis. In fact, you should go get dressed right now. I’ve filled your closet with beautiful clothes. I can’t wait to see what you choose—what version of Alexis I get to meet. Go in there and put on the first outfit of the rest of your life.”

I opened my mouth to answer but realized she was right—about getting dressed, at least. Crystal looked amazing and I was wearing nothing but a silk robe, my knees pulled up to my chest with my bare feet resting on the seat of the chair. With a little nod, I rose and padded down the hall to my bedroom.

My closet has been completely reorganized. There were stylish but serious suits for academic wear; slinky dresses to go clubbing; a leather catsuit (obviously for the bedroom but that wouldn’t look out of place fighting crime); and lingerie that was more ribbon than silk. Which outfit was right for the first day of my post-Pearl Girl life? Which version of Alexis Ames would I be? The professor for my students? The heroine for the city? The loving domme and mentor for Yvonne?

What could I be for Crystal? Sub? Lover?

Friend?

Today was nice. I’d never had many friends. But it would take more than a stylish sweater to prepare me for Crystal’s “friend” category. Is that even what I wanted? Her rule was that friends were never lovers. Could I bear to never have sex with her again? To never see that hunger flash in her eyes as she gazed over my body?

I studied the gorgeous clothes for a long time, trapped in indecision. Then, a single question bubbled up in my mind:

Why do I need to choose? If Crystal can keep her subs separate from her friends, why can’t I have an outfit for every mood? A persona for every relationship? Of course I could. I already had one secret identity as a superheroine; what did a few more matter?

But who would I be with Crystal?

Time for the first decision of the rest of my life. “Crystal? Could you come here?”

The heels of her boots click-clacked their way down the hall. “Have you made your decision, Alexis?”

“Yes ...” I turned to face her, my head hung low. “... and no. I’ve decided not to decide. You have far better taste than I do. You selected all these beautiful clothes. How do you want to see me tonight ...” I drew circles in the carpet with my big toe. It was now or never. “... Mistress Crystal?”

Crystal gasped. “I was hoping you’d know a good thing when you had it, Alexis.” She sauntered over to face me. I could see how much she wanted me just by the way she rolled her hips with each step. “This is a lovely robe, but it’s last year’s fashion. Take it off.”

“Yes, Mistress.” I unknotted the belt and let the robe hang open a moment. I loved the smile that played across her face as Crystal’s eyes drank in the strip of flesh peeking between the lapels. Inch by inch, I shrugged the silk off my shoulders until it slid down my back with a whisper.

Crystal let out a soft moan. “You’re like a work of art, Alexis. A work of art I love to kiss.”

“Yes, Mistress.” I leaned over, my lips parted—even barefoot, I was a bit taller than Crystal in boots. Her lips were just as warm as I remembered.

Her hand made its way up my neck. Grabbing a fistful of my long hair, Crystal pulled me deeper into the kiss. Her other hand glided across my breasts, teasing my sensitive nipples to stiff peaks. She took her time, coaxing the passion from my body. I was moaning in her mouth by the time her hands trailed lower, claiming every inch of me along the way.

Pushing me back against the floor-to-ceiling windows, Crystal broke the kiss. Her brilliant eyes flashed, pinning me to the glass like a butterfly under her passionate inspection. Her fingers explored the folds of my sex, playing my body like a virtuoso. A high-pitch whimper escaped my throat.

“There you are, Alexis. I see you. Cum for me.”

I came, shamelessly riding her hand. Like an all-seeing goddess, Mistress Crystal bore witness to my passion.

When my legs grew too rubbery to support me, Crystal guided me to my knees. I shuddered against her thighs as she stroked my hair and told me what a good girl I was.

After months of being forced to give myself to anyone who wanted me, my first choice as a free woman was to give myself to one woman in particular. Before the pearls, I would have sworn I didn’t have a submissive bone in my body. But as Mistress Crystal petted my hair and whispered her praise, I couldn’t deny there was only place I wanted to be:

On my knees before her.

--The End (for now)

--It’s been quite a ride since the first chapter of “Pearl Girls” in July 2021. I hope you all have enjoyed reading it as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it!

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Like what you read? Will you buy me a coffee and request something rich to sink my teeth into? Or peek into the depths of my longer fiction?

#skarletteone #mind control #flash fiction #superhero

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holocene-sims · 7 months

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five oc facts

@sparkiekong tagged me a VERY veryyyyy long time ago and i'm just now getting to this tag months later (i'm so sorry 😭)

i'll tag: @thebramblewood @mangosimoothie @queeniecook @stargazer-sims @dandylion240 @jonquilyst 🤍

i just did a similar prompt for áine, who is this sim's niece, so how about facts for cathal? he's also a newbie to my sims universe, and i adore him and his personality tbh, but canon reasons make it hard for him to be included too much outside of random simblr posts like this

he is WILDLY younger than all his other siblings (like by 20 years) and was a total surprise baby. really, he's kind of a medical miracle because he was born after his mother went into menopause and was in her 40s, and no one knew he even existed until he randomly sprang into the world one august morning lmfao 💀

i think i mentioned it in one post but he's been a vegetarian for most of his life! actually, he declared himself a vegan when he was, like, six years old; he figured out what eggs and meat really were and then refused to eat animal products for decades. much to his dismay, he did have to introduce eggs and milk and whatnot back into his diet when he ran into a few nutritional deficiencies from veganism, but he's made his peace with being a vegetarian instead 🥦

he 100% does not remember his father outside of what he looked like. his dad (and aoife's younger brother) died very abruptly and super young of a heart attack when cathal was maybe three or so, and it's something that really nags at him. he's well aware there's nothing he can do about it, but he feels some strange mix of bad emotions that he never experienced a father-son bond, and that makes him 100x as serious about being a good father who'll be around a LONG time and just generally treating anyone younger than him well. he doesn't want anyone else feeling that type of loss 🥲

he actually writes an agricultural column in the local online newspaper and contributes to the county farmer's almanac lol. his big shtick is sustainability in agriculture and how new green technologies should be combined with traditional cultural approaches to the land so the earth doesn't die in, like, 10 years from excessive carbon emissions 🍃💚

he met his wife yvonne in a ballroom dance class! he was just bored one day in college and went to the class to do something new, and he immediately developed the biggest crush on the instructor. he just kept going back every week until he was brave enough to ask her out, and when he did, they hit it off. oh, and this is totally their thing - he has quite literally taken her dancing every weekend since they got together 😭😭😭

#SORRY THIS WAS SO MUCH #i ended up giving way more info for him than aine but cathal actually had a bunch of speaking parts in the story so i had more inspo #btw ngl i didn't even realize there was such an age gap between even him and eimear until like last week #at which point i had to come up with a way to explain it and i'm totally ripping some inspo from an episode of chicago med #where this exact thing happened: a lady had a kid after menopause lmao which is somehow technically possible #yes i did go on a rabbit hole reading real medical cases of this #also *keeps talking* yes he is supposed to be a sort of reflection/foil/something of grant #obviously not the same person and difference experiences but there is supposed to be a concurrent theme here of growth and goodness #and the fact that they were surprise youngest kids but one was treated well despite some life problems and one was not #tag games #hlcn: cathal #hlcn: oc info #hlcn: story extras

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shanthesimmer · 9 months

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okayyy so i finally found the motivation to start posting more of my sims (thank you @nepotisim !! 🫶🏾) this is Yvonne ✨ keep scrolling for more info about this babe

✨Y V O N N E ✨

• Full gov name (for no reason at all) : Yvonne Nevaeh Rose-Marie Harriet Jeanne James

• Nicknames : Vonne/Von, YJ, Harri

• Age : 26

• they/she 🏳️‍⚧️

• bisexual

• single and lovin it

• 🇺🇸+🇭🇹, louisiana born and raised

• taurus☀️ pisces🌙 capricorn ⬆️

• face card never declines 💅🏾 (she got her mama's bone structure)

• thrifts a lot + makes her own clothes

• makes art pieces with cloth

• has like 50+ houseplants, loves them like her own children

• good cook, not vegan but mostly eats plant based meals

• loves reading in parks with a side of weed 🍃

• voodoo practitioner & herbalist

• occasionally does burlesque/drag at the local gay bar as ✨Von James✨ also walks the face and body categories at balls

#pls love her #sorry about the low quality #pls don't ask me for her drag looks or WCIF's i haven't launched that damn game in YEARS #my sims #sims 4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 screenshots #the sims #sims #ts4 cas #ts4 #simblr #black simmer #black simblr #queer simmer #queer sims #queer simblr #black sims 4 #shanthesimmerocs

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screamsinsilver · 1 year

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literally just came back to present:

my torchwood/f1 headcannons

jack says he watches f1 to "watch human technological advancements" (he watches for the hot drivers)

jack has slept with many a driver over the years

owen got torchwood three into the habit of watching the race on sundays in the hub (instead of doing work)

owen may or may not have a crush on jenson button. jack may or may not have slept with jenson button.

tosh watches for the cars. she assembled a pro level sim rig in the hub and managed to create a (simulated) ideal race car within the regulations

she also infodumps during the race about anything and everything.

ianto tries very hard to keep the team he supports secret from the rest of torchwood. it doesn't work.

ianto also went to silvo with paddock pass and yvonne back when he was in london. the team don't believe him.

tosh and ianto are banned from betting on the championship because their educated guesses are just that good

torchwood have had to prevent several alien tech related cheating scandals

gwen started watching because of the team. rhys hates it (he's a rugby man through and through)

jack is a paddock legend (people tend to notice the man who appears at the track every so often since the sport began. many have stories but no one has photos.)

#this is all because of that one simile in torchwood novel another life #absolutely terrible #i may or may not end up writing a jack slash driver fic because of this #f1 #torchwood #jack harkness

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softplumbs · 6 months

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Some small Yvonne takeouts.

The night before / after.

#ts4 #the sims 4 #simblr #gameplay #Yvonne #kicking my feet and giggling #if Ayla is fall vibes ray of sunshine #Yvonne is mob wife taking over her husbands business because she's had enough and now he's gone oopsi #I think she MIGHT need some tweaks because loose hairstyles make her look a bit too young? to be complete mommy vibes #mby she getting a couple of wrinkles. shes gone through enough to earn some

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usagisvpremcy · 2 years

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part 1 of my ☆SIMP DUMP☆ cao household which includes:

1. Valerie Washington

2. Catalina Duggan

3.Yvonne Hyde

4.Daniella Cao

☆SIM DUMP☆!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#sims 4 #sim dump #finally #might be inactive #ap testing

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dragynkeep · 1 year

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So I got a couple of reccs for you two. But before I do that I need to give some brief context. So both of these titles are "otome villainess Isekai". Now for the context, basically otome games are a type of dating sim/visual novel but is aimed at a female audience. Now to give the briefest of rundowns basically the player will be the "heroine" usually a Mary sue with some sort of tragic backstory. And the point of the game is to pursue a male character, usually called a route. (The route will also be usually given the male characters name as well, for example, the "William route" means that the player is trying to romance the male character William. Etc.) There is also a character archetype known as the "Villainess", now this "villainess" could vary from being an objectionable evil person. To being just a romantic rival for the MC. For more info check out the YouTube channel Missopaste as they have a video going in greater detail on otome games and villainesses.

Now on to the reccs. The first one is called "I favor the villainess" a light novel series that is getting an anime adaptation later this year. About a girl named Rei Oohashi who worked at a Japanese Black company and later dies due to overwork. She is reincarnated into her favorite otome game as the MC Rei Taylor. But see, Rei isn't interested in any of the male characters, she's interested in the villainess Claire Francois. Honestly I think you will like this one because of Claire and Claire's father. Not to get into spoilers but I will say this, Claire and her father are if Weiss and Jaques were done correctly.

The second recc is a Chinese manhwa called "Please bully me miss villainess". Now despite the similar names and setups the stories are unrelated. See in this Yvonne is the one who was reincarnated. But she was reincarnated into the villainess of the story. Now Yvonne is fine to avoid the "heroine" Elsa at all costs and try and be a good person. But there is a magic force that tries to force Yvonne to play the "Villainess" role. Only Yvonne can interact with and see the "Villainess system" as it's called in the story. And what the system will tell her is to bully Elsa, usually giving three options to fulfill the bullying. As well as giving Yvonne "villainess points" that she can exchange for money, power, etc. But like I stated before Yvonne is a good person, who doesn't want to bully Elsa at all. Now the "Villainess System" will give three options, the first option is usually the harshest, but offering the most "Villainess points", crossing the line from bullying to straight up assault, one time giving Yvonne the task of slashing Elsa's face with a knife. Yvonne obviously doesn't ever choose the first option. The second option is usually less harsh and more in line with "traditional" bullying. Now because this option is less harsh it's worth less points. One time the system Told Yvonne on the second option to verbally abuse Elsa. But Yvonne doesn't ever choose this one as well. Then there is the final option. This option is usually the least morally compromising for Yvonne as I would classify the third option as mildly annoying rather than bullying. Because it's so mild the third option doesn't offer any points. But Yvonne always chooses the third option. Which does affect her, just not in the way she thought. See because she always chooses the mildest of bullying methods, as well as make sure that Elsa isn't being mistreated by others Elsa has developed a very blatant crush on Yvonne. And despite the doom and gloom of my description it is a fairly fluffy wlw story. With just a touch of angst and tragedy thrown in

Ngl, and I'll be open, I have a guilty pleasure for the whole Isekai/Transport into the other world type stories. It's just the open fanservice for me that really just scratches that itch.

#reccs #answered #luke.txt

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