No more distractions! To Beth's apartment, 3B!

You and Kristi stand in front of Beth's door, 3B, and you give the knocker a too-loud *THUNK THUNK THUNK* against its metal base. You wait a moment, and then you hear her calling from inside, "Come on in, sweetie!" She might be expecting her boyfriend. Or a delivery guy, or anyone else. You just know there's no way she's inviting her neighbor David in, with a friendly pet name. Still, didn't that angel say you have no need of key here? You turn the knob of her door and let it swing open, revealing a shitty apartment with clothes and books and take out containers and everything else strewn all over the place.

Is this really how a hottie like Beth lives? In a squalor like your own? Even here in Nevarth? You hesitate at the threshold. You're not sure you wanna go in there, like, crossing into Nevarth itself was an easier decision.

Beth continues "hey hon, sorry I didn't have time to clean up yet but maybe you could gimme a hand?" Her voice is distant, coming from the bathroom in the back, or the closet.

Kristi whispers to you, "she thinks we're her boyfriend. That's why she..." you slap her, and she shuts up, frowning a little.

"Come on back to my closet, I'm just getting dressed." You step over a leaky mustard packet lying in a shoe, pretty well grossed out at this point, but still turned on at being invited, however accidentally, to watch your hot neighbor get dressed. You step around a flimsy bookcase and see Beth standing by a laundry basket full of clothes she's been searching through, her back to you. She's wearing that little black dress with the red diamonds you've seen her wear when she goes out, but the zipper in the back isn't done, and she's waiting for her boyfriend to zip it up.

You stumble, something small and plastic crunching underfoot, and finally reach out for the dress, grabbing the two flaps you're supposed to be zipping together and simply ripping as hard as you can in opposite directions, mustering every ounce of strength you never had. You manage to tear it almost in half, which is not that impressive, but is enough that the ruined thing slides down her body to floor.

"Oh wow, Filbert, what's gotten intooooh my god what the fuck!" She turned around in the middle of her sentence, and you were just grinning like an idiot, scoping her tits. She's got on a pair of exactly the type of lacy black lingerie you expected she'd wear, and is covering her tits with her hands for an extra attempt at modesty. She looks around for the nearest thing to throw at you, and there are plenty of things, but decides better, and shrieks instead. "Aaaiiii what the fuck are you! doing! in! here!?" She stomps out each of the syllables, jiggling whichever little bits of her soft, pale body she hasn't smothered with her crossed arms, and shaking loose the tangled, knotted mess of hair she'd been holding up in a pile with a single wooden takeout chopstick.

"I came here for a blowjob, I guess." It's all you manage to say but you think it's a complete sentience or whatever they call it. Kristi, still standing in the doorway wearing only a ribbon, almost looks like she's proud of you.

"Oh. Okay." Beth looks around for somewhere to do that. You get it, it's so dangerous to walk around in this dump you almost didn't try to come in and get your dick sucked! Like, there's a hair straightener plugged into the wall, red light lit at the handle, and its cord is wrapped around the office chair that's propped up on the scratching post on the futon between you two. Does she even have a cat? You feel kind of ripped off by this bitch's shitty crib. Isn't this Nevarth? So like why does a shitty room like this even exist? Why is Beth still wearing her fuckin' underwear? Is your dick soft?

"Hey baby I..." You hear Filbert, at the door. "Hi," he says to Kristi at the front door, and steps around a pizza box tower.

"Hi I'm Kristi."

"Hi, I'm eternal David, penis king of the .... the Blowjob Universe of ... of Nevarth." You don't really know what makes a title impressive, but you tried. "I came here to see Beth and get her to..." you're about to say slob my knob or whatever other catchy phrase comes to mind, feeling real creative, living in the moment, but you're stopped short by yet another totally predictable surprise that manages to blow away you and your idiot posse. Beth, fully dressed in black jeans and a too-small tank top, hair done up with two chopsticks actually made for hair, walks past Filbert and the apartment's front door with a bottle of laundry soap in hand, and waves at you.

"Oh wow," she says to herself at seeing the state of the apartment, and keeps on walking.

"WAIT! Come back!" You glance to make sure, but the underwear-clad Beth in front of you is still there. Still looking at you with conflicting "WTF? GET OUT!/Where can I suck you off?" expressions. Back at the front door, though, almost nice hairdo Beth is leaning around the corner waiting to hear what you have to say.

"Suck my dick?"

"Yeah, but how?" each Beth says, from her respective position behind a bunch of crap on the floor. Until now, your vantage point at the bookcase meant you were the only one who could see two Beths, but when they both chime in at once, you can see the question of how many Beths? forming on everyone else's faces too.

You take charge, this time not by fucking a face, but by summoning a busty, radiant angel woman who lifts you out of the apartment, out the window past your jizz prisoner, and up to the rooftop, where she kneels on the little roofing stones you're not supposed to walk on, and diligently sucks your dick. While you look around for a suitable target to launch her at when you're through with her, her cohort of cherubim ferries the others up out of the apartment too. Even Filbert, sloppy Beth's boyfriend.

Once they're all here, you get the scoop, from Kristi for once, who is able to speak right now because your dick is in someone else's mouth.

"You see, Nevarth isn't perfect," Kristi explains, "it's just whatever David wants it to be, like, inside the BJU. So I guess, in some part of his psycho or whatever, David actually wants to have a disgusting asshole neighbor with a scrawny little beta boyfriend." The two look hurt, and Kristi fumbles to recover, "or, like, he likes diversity, I mean."

Kristi's explanation sucks, and the group is still confused, but you get it, and she's right. The one Beth, still in her underwear, may be 'disgusting asshole Beth' to everyone else, but you're a filthy wretch in reality, and you're willing to bet every piece of change you can find in your sofa (nontrivial) that that's just Real Beth, and that Real Beth is simply a nasty ho. You're checking her out as you theorize this, and she's scowling at you, so that's almost confirmation right there as far as you're concerned.

The other Beth, 'Clean Beth' maybe, she makes _way _less sense, though. Because she comes from the floor above you, which is not a real place. Or it wasn't. You lived on the top floor in the regular universe.

While the angel sucks your dick, you pull her wings to spread them out horizontally, hold her arms to her sides, and hold her body parallel to the rooftop, aiming her body at the boyfriend like a crossbow, mimicking absolutely nothing about how a crossbow actually works other than a hint at the shape of it, but still thinking, along with most of the idiots present, that it looked pretty cool, and you cum in her throat as hard and fat a blast as you can, launching her straight ahead at the manchild Filbert, at high speed. He barely sees her coming before she somersaults in mid air, snapping into a swan dive and scooping him up with a whoosh that swishes the Beths' hair in their faces. The heavy, cum laden hair on Kristi's sticky head stays put.

"Take Filbert downstairs and you guys clean up that pig sty!" You shout after the angel, and the two of them disappear over the edge of the roof, out of sight.

You are standing there with Kristi, Real Beth, and some other Beth and nobody is sucking your dick right now. You must be on the roof of the fifteenth? twentieth? maybe ahundredth floor? It's quiet, and awkward up here, until Real Beth breaks the silence.

"Well, thanks for having them clean up my place, I guess."

Kristi snorts and mumbles, "sucking up is the wrong kind of sucking when it comes to David, Nasty-ass Downstairs Beth."

"Look I don't appreciate these nicknames either okay? I don't know who this impostor is with her tight jeans, but my name is fucking Beth, not 'Nasty-ass Beth, or 'Pizza Box Beth' or, some shit, or..." She trails off a into a list of names she's been called, and you let her feel awkward about it for a minute. The other women are smart enough to know not to talk shit to you, so the roof goes quiet.

"Hey Beth," you say, sliding out of your crusty old pants and wadding them up into a ball.

"Yeah, David?" Surely she remembers you telling her to suck your cock in her apartment, right? She's playing dumb. You toss the sweat pants at her face, and she's too busy trying to cover up her underwear with her hands to do anything about it, so they hit their target, pantlegs wrapping around her head until she grabs at them and thrashes them to the floor, spitting after them. Her bad attitude is begging for your dedicated attention right now, but you haven't forgotten about the other Beth, smart to keep quiet, still fully clothed and thinking she's better than everyone.

"Go brush your teeth and rinse your mouth out with hard liquor. I want you cleaned up and ready to suck me off when I call for you. Take Kristi's nasty ass with you, and let her use your shower. If either of you isn't spotless when you come to my place to suck me off, it'll be you who pays the price!"

You don't bother with any more angels for now, the girls simply walk down through the roof access stairs, the door creaking shut behind them, leaving you and Other Beth alone on the roof.

Other Beth is wearing rubber sport sandals, black jeans and a black tank top that barely covers her nipples, though there's a bra under there too. You're naked and covered in dried fluids. Her hair is still up in a carefully arranged 'mess'. Who is this Beth? Is she really here because you want her to be?

"Who are you?" you ask her.

She laughs disarmingly, almost countering the effects of her haughty posture and aggressively heavy eyeshadow, the latter being common to both Beths. "I'm Beth from 6B, but I won't get so mad if you make up your own nickname, like Yucky Beth."

"Two floors up?"

"You can add!"

"No, I just remember it. Don't be mean, okay, I'm a little confused, and I wanna..."

"Well yeah you're confused, David. How can you be expected to think right if nobody's even sucking your dick right now?" The two of you stare at each other for a bit, and you blink first.

Beth from 6B pulls her tank top right up over her head and rushes you, kicking up little piles of roof stones on the way. Your cock springs to life and struggles against your otherwise dead weight to pull you towards her mouth like a magnet. That's not a real form of locomotion, but it's okay, she's coming to you.