Go to Bethany's Apartment

One could knock, but she did say the invitation was open. So you stride up and let yourself in.

And no one is home.

"That bitch lie to?..." Your eye catches the clock on the wall. "Oh. it's 3:45. Banks don't close till 4..." And then she has to get home which could take at least 20 minutes if the walk here was to go by (God tier octogenarian fellatrixes not withstanding). Oh well, suppose you can nose around a bit. Perhaps you can sus out a bit about what this woman is like, and that might make the sex more exciting later.

Beginning to look about you do notice one odd thing: There...seems to be no kitchen. Bethany seems to keep a fairly neat house, the odd magazine is lazily thrown on the coffee table, a blanket lays crumpled, half on the couch half on the floor. The towel from her latest shower is hanging on the shower curtain rod, the dresser in her room has various cosmetics strewn about, nothing terribly out of the ordinary considering the floors are clean, and (you run your finger over some wall moulding) yep, she dusts. Also, the bathroom only has a shower. No toilet? Well, you think, perhaps there's a communal one somewhere in the building. You've been in enough dives to know that sometimes you gotta put up if the rent is good, and the location is choice.

You continue letting your curiosity lead you about the home. You return to her bedroom, and open the closet. There's some winter blankets in here, and other linens. Spare pillows are on an upper shelf. No surprise, there are not really any clothes. A parka hangs alone on one side of the space, and there are some Ascot style scarves, but no shirts, or blouses. On the floor, however, there is a rather sizeable collection of dildos, vibrators, and other genital appliances, as well as a half used 1 gallon jug of simulated cum lube. It has a spring pump hand dispenser, and sitting next to it are some thin rubber hoses. One end has a squeeze bulb, and the other has a screw apparatus that highly suggests that one can remove the hand pump off that jug and replace it with this set of hoses for more remote use.

Kinky... But then again,... You consider that all women here must have a cum fetish.

You pull open a drawer in her dresser and find a few pairs of panties, a few pairs of nylons, some Jeggings, some spandex yoga pants...Hmm, well the parka suggests that it must get chilly here from time to time. Perhaps you should look into a set of clothes after all. You pull a pair of panties out and...yep... crotchless. Nylons too. And the pants in there as well.

Access to the genitals in a universe where hardcore fucking is as common and socially permitted as walking ones pet or greeting a stranger, you suppose means certain allowances must be made when it comes to fashions.

You wander back out into the common living area, and, like seriously, where is the kitchen? Not even a hot plate? There's a sink, and a lone cupboard, and inside there's a few wine glasses, but no other dishes. you open a cabinet and there's a large device that looks like a food processor and a foot spa had a baby. Writing on the side says "Dildesan 2000 (by Dildonix Labs LTD) HI-Temp Sextoy Autoclave. Caution! Produces HOT STEAM!"

You put it back. Another cabinet and OH GOOD, IT'S THE FRIDGE. Cleverly disguised as a normal cabinet is an apartment size fridge. It looks like there's some... Yogurt?... No...wait, what?

The container is factory sealed, like yogurt, but it says its Cum. Matter of factly. "Maiden Squeez'd Fresh Young Stud Cum (keep refrigerated)" There are several of these. Wow! So...Women really DO only eat cum in this universe! This explains the lack of a kitchen. If 97% of the stuff you ingest comes gushing hot and fresh from a throbbing, veiny, slab of swollen cockmeat, why waste 3 grand on a self-cleaning induction range.

The clock on the wall chimes, 4 pm. You'll have to prepare for her arrival, soon, but this little snooping session has piqued your interest. You had a steak earlier. Cooked to perfection: Thick. Juicy. Flavorfull. Just a bit of crispiness on the fat, ever so slightly pink in the middle...MMMMMM!! One of the best damn steaks you've ever had- and not just because you were getting special under the table service either. The butter cinnamon roasted acorn squash and spinach risotto that came as sides were equally spectacular. So, if food DOES EXIST in this universe, why aren't the women eating that? Why only eat semen?

Bethany will be home very shortly. You can go sit on the couch, tantalizingly stroking your cock so your inviting throbbing fuck stick is the first thing she'll see when she gets through the door,

or,

You can leave now and see if you can return to the Library. They might have some answers, but you'll probably miss out on assfucking Bethany, or being able to use her apartment as a crash pad. However, learning how this universe works might prove more useful long term.