"Where are we going?" you ask as Candice leads you away from the house. She takes your hand and ponders the question, as if she hadn't actually been prepared for you to say yes. In all fairness, she just got really lucky with her timing.

"The beach. There's some concert happening tonight," she decides, so you follow her down a dirt path that eventually ends, leaving you walking through grass. As the beach nears the grass beneath your feet is replaced by sand.

"How have you been since the incident?" she asks, looking up at you with genuine concern. Does she feel bad about strapping you to a bed and using you as her own personal toy?

"I've recovered, mostly. How about you?" You've got every reason to hate her, but you don't. Before it seemed like something wasn't right with her, but you're even more sure now. Candice has (well, had) been your friend for years, and this sudden shift in something like her personality didn't make much sense. At least now you know why.

"I was in the mental hospital, but Charlotte bailed me out a few days ago."

"Still no idea why?"

"Not a clue. Probably to keep you in check, come to think of it. If you think I'm still psycho, are you really gonna try and fuck with me?" That's a good point. Candice was acting a little murderous at the height of the incident; had you not stepped in and 'distracted' her, Liv would probably be dead.

"Well, are you still psycho?"

"Not really. Once I got away and cleared my head I was fine, but I still have disturbing dreams and thoughts sometimes," she replies quietly, obviously remembering her bedroom. God, that room was the stuff of nightmares.

"Glad to hear you're doing better. Who's performing tonight?" you ask as the two of you near the beach. The crowd is huge and music is playing, but you're not close enough to tell who's on stage or what music is playing.

"Poppy, I think. You know, that girl that did Io's song the one time?"

"Yeah, I know of her," you reply, surveying the party as you arrive at the beach. Suddenly, you see the last person who you want to come into contact with. You point to her and duck a little, saying, "Fuck, it's Charlotte. We should go."

"No, I want to listen to the concert. Quick, over here," she insists, taking you by the wrist. Candice pulls you behind a graffiti-covered wall where no one can see the two of you. Most of the art revolves around a single image: a bleeding heart. Kind of ironic, no?

"I think it's a sign," she giggles, and your radar automatically starts going haywire. Guys, we've been in this situation before. It didn't go well for you last time.

"Nope, it sure isn't-" Yeah no, Candice doesn't care. She playfully shoves you into the wall and kisses you, grinding her hips against your leg. Everything about this situation seems VERY bad, but honestly who gives a fuck anymore? If she was gonna off you, she'd have done it by now.

Your tongue battles her own for dominance as you slide your hand up her thigh. The only thing keeping you from your prize is a short skirt and a thong. Her clothing makes it pretty obvious that she brought you out here to have sex with you, but did you really expect a different outcome? Did you want a different outcome?

Candice turns around and lets you force her into the wall. Everything has now shifted over to you. It seems like she wants you to do the work, like you did last time. God, is that really what she wants? For you to do her like you did when you were helping your friends escape? Maybe she's not cleared up yet.

"Be rough with me, (Y/N)," she begs in a sexy tone, wrapping her arms around your neck. If rough is what she wants from you, then rough she's gonna get. You curl a finger through the crotch of her thong and yank it towards you. The thin fabric snaps, and you toss the destroyed underwear off to the side.

Smirking, you press your lips against hers while she undoes your zipper. Once your erection is out in the open she strokes it softly a few times before letting it stand between her legs.

"Do it," she gasps, breaking away for a few seconds before reconnecting her lips to yours. You continue to kiss her as you thrust into her to keep her quiet; Charlotte might be hanging out just around the corner for all you know, and it'd be pretty awkward for you to get caught. At this point you're pretty much her boyfriend, so this would be a little difficult to explain.

The feeling of her tight pussy is still so incredible to you that you can't help but give her all that you've got. You grope her big, tight ass while you pound her cunt, and you can tell she's getting close to her orgasm.

"You gonna cum for me, Candice?" you ask, going even harder. Anyone close would be able to hear the two of you now, even without Candice's barely-muffled moans. The sound of the skin-to-skin contact is just that loud.

She buries her face into your shoulder and cries out in ecstasy as she squirts all over your throbbing manhood. Her girl-cum serves as a great lubrication as you reach your own final stretch.

With a loud groan into her mouth, you bury yourself as deep as you possibly can in her vagina and blow your load, filling her to the brim with your seed. The two of you stand there with your softening dick still in her pussy.

"Let me clean you off," she giggles, putting you back against the wall and dropping to her knees. Candice takes you in her mouth, stroking what she can't fit with one hand and fingering her cum-filled snatch with the other.

It's needless to say that your dick hardens again almost immediately, and Candice smiles as she services it. Psycho or not, this girl is incredibly. The way she'll occasionally swirl her tongue around your tip feels incredible, but that's nothing compared to the sensation of her deep-throating your cock. Not to brag, but most girls can't handle it. Candice does it flawlessly, and it pushes you over the edge again very quickly.

You hold her head down at the base of your shaft and cum a second time, shooting your load right down her throat this time. Candice also reaches her second orgasm from fingering herself, and she continues to be rocked by this one even after you pull out of her mouth.

"Fuck, that was so good," she whispers, standing back up and kissing you on the cheek. She adds, "It's also the first time we've legitimately had sex."

"All you needed to do was to ask," you reply plainly. Okay, so technically she didn't ask just now, but she also kinda waited for consent. It's hard to convey through writing, but she was being withdrawn through her advances. She wasn't gonna push it if you weren't into it.

You hear a woman coming, and she sounds like Charlotte. Neither of you can tell who she's talking to, but it's not worth the wait to find out. The two of you turn around and bolt away back towards the house, where Charlotte isn't. Candice kind of rants along the way, assuring you that Charlotte didn't know that you two were there, but you're not as convinced.

Something tells you that she knew the moment you stepped out of her home, that she knew exactly where you were the whole time. Maybe she was seeing if you would run away or return to the house.

"Phew, that was fun," Candice pants as you come to a stop outside of the house.

"Which part?"

"All of it, 'cause I got to spend it with you." Candice plants a small kiss upon your lips and turns to walk away, but you stop her.

"You can sleep with me tonight if you want..."

"No. Charlotte made it very clear that I'm to sleep in the guest house." So Charlotte definitely doesn't trust her. Gotcha.

You climb back up the ladder alone and watch as Candice takes the ladder with her to the guest house. Someone clears their throat behind you, and you nearly jump out of the window.

"Someone had fun tonight," Dana says, peering over your shoulder at the guest house. The lights just turned on inside. "You're lucky I like you."

"Please, you need me."

"Whatever, Becky wants to see you. She's in Tay's room." With that, Dana turns on her heel and leaves. Even though you had sex with her, it still seems like you won't be getting a lot of love from her. That's fine, you don't really even like her that much anyways. Becky, however, is someone you like very much.

Instead of going to bed, which was your initial plan, you make your way down to Taynara's room. You enter to find her speaking with Becky, who squeals and runs to hug you when she sees you. Tay also hugs you and seems just as happy to see you.

"Mind if I talk to Becky for a minute, Taynara?" you ask kindly, hoping that she doesn't get offended. Luckily for you, she seems to understand your situation.

"Sure. Come find me in the kitchen when you're done," she replies softly, giving you a little wave before exiting. You hear footsteps going down the hall, and now the two of you are alone.

You tell Becky everything, from the stuff Charlotte has said to the plots to stop her from exploiting the company. She doesn't seem surprised by any of it, but does raise an eyebrow when you tell her you went out to the beach with Candice.

"It seems like everyone wants you," Becky sighs, resting her head on your shoulder. At this point, you're not even sure if the two of you are in a relationship. For now, you just seem like the promiscuous baby daddy. "Me? I just want to go home. It's so much living with the others, even being pregnant and all."

"I'm still trying to work out a plan. I think I get rid of Charlotte's friends first," you think aloud. The turning of the gears in your head is probably very visible to Becky.

"How?"

"Well, not many of us want to be here, but not all of us are forced like the two of us are. I need to convince the ones that can leave that they should leave," you explain, pointing out the flaw in Charlotte's system. None of her 'friends' trust her. Either they're afraid of her or it's a mutually beneficial relationship. Theoretically, if you make them realize something else benefits them more, then they'll abandon Charlotte.

"Like who?"

"Well, Sonya for starters. She doesn't really want to be here. I just gotta convince Fire & Desire to reunite." You think back to your conversation with Sonya when you first got here. She doesn't want to be working for Charlotte at all, but she's got nothing else. The woman wants either a friend or a purpose, and without Mandy or Charlotte, she has neither.