[Anal Fetish (1A), Girls Crave Orgasms (1A + 1D); 2B]

"So," Charles remarks when you've finished, "you want to bung up any girl you want, but greedy bastard that you are, you want to keep that trick for yourself?" You nod slowly, a little put off by his tone.

"Can't say I share that love, though I can see what would drive a man to it. The tightness, the, er... You know what lad, I haven't a clue why that's what you picked out of everything. An entire universe of fetishes to choose from, yet you went there. Still, I'm not your conscience, I'm just here to relay your choice to the doctor."

"This second part is more to my tastes. I'm guessing you mean that throughout the day, girls realize they need a bit of action? Just grab the nearest passer-by and start with the grinding, hmm? With those modifiers too...anyone female's game. Their roommate, the shop clerk, their best friend or mortal enemy, none of it matters when the craving hits. Of course, you made sure to include yourself just to get in on that... Should set up some interesting scenarios to say the least. What happens when two girls can't finish an exam because they're too busy with each other, or a CEO can't sign her latest merger until she's rubbed one out? Got to admit I'm curious to see this."

You break into a light sweat and stare at the floor. You hadn't considered what effects your fetishes might have on the world at large, and are about to speak up when Charles gives your shoulder a shove.

"Don't get bogged down in the specifics! That's for the doctor to deal with. All you have to do is get out into that world and enjoy yourself. Think of all those butts free for your use because you made this choice. It's a beautiful thing you've done, probably, and it's all yours. No second guessing yourself now."

Charles reaches into his pocket and pulls out a phone. Walking away from you, he dials a number and relays something to the other end. "Yeah, listen up doc. He wants it like this..."

Having finished, he snaps the phone shut and ambles back to you. "That's that. Now, if you'll follow me?"

Getting up from your own chair, you follow the foreign gentleman through the maze of crates, occasionally passing an emotionless guard with eyes hidden behind heavy sunglasses. Your heart racing, you're still not sure what exactly to expect. How is this going to end..?

"Here we are."

Looking around, you see that you and Charles are suddenly at the end of a long white hallway, its bright walls painted with streaks of black. In front of you stands a large black door with curved handles of silver, standing impressively tall.

How...and when? Why are you in this hall? You were in the warehouse just moments ago...right?

"Don't think too hard, lad," Charles says with a dismissive chuckle. "All I need you to do is imagine where you want to be when you open this door. It's that simple. Could be your shitty apartment, could be the halls of your college, could be a movie theater downtown...just think of where you want to be as you start to explore and exploit the world you've created."

Well...you've already come this far. You've listened to this insane gentleman prattle on about your casual fetishism and you've ended up in a white hallway beyond all logic...so there's no point in trying to figure this out now. You decide to throw caution to the wind and go all the way, seeing this ride through to the end.

In a world where you're free to play with any woman's backside without fear of consequence, and girls sometimes can't control their desire to the point of having sex in public... In a world where it's perfectly normal, in a world where it's been a long standing social norm... Where do you want to be?