Booty callin' Dad

"Martin, are you serious? You want me to set up a booty call with my own dad?" Tim asked, raising an eyebrow.

Martin grinned. "Why not? Or better yet, I'll do the talking. I mean, he could melt the polar caps with that sweet voice and that body!" Martin said enthusiastically.

Tim chuckled. "Dude, don't get your hopes up too high. They dubbed over his voice with a female voice artist for foreign porn movies. So, he might look hotter than hell, but he still sounds like his grumpy, male old self."

Martin laughed. "Oh, I see! But judging by that movie, he is fully functional, right?"

Tim smiled slyly. "Yeah, he's fully functional. Alright, but this might need some convincing. And obviously, I can't tell Dad that he's invited to a fuck date with you! We'll have to play it differently."

Later, Walter, still transformed into the stunning blonde, stood before Martin, his voice smooth and confident.

"So, you must be Martin," Walter began in his gruff male vpoce. "Tim has told me a lot about you."

Martin raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? Like what?"

Walter smiled mischievously. "Well, he mentioned your curiosity about me and my scientific endeavors. And also that your girlfriend recently broke up with you..."