Looks & personality

Spencer wakes up every morning at 6 sharp. He takes a cold shower, applies his morning skincare routine, and tries on three different outfits, settling for the second one. Then he lays out his other two options.

He heads to the gym, focusing on arms and chest. His routine is interrupted by a stunning blonde. He records her while she squats, then approaches to talk to her. Pretending to be a trainer, he explains what she's doing wrong. He uses this as an excuse to strike up a conversation. She's looking for a job. They exchange numbers after he tells her he could get her one at his father's real estate business.

He leaves with a smile. Second shower. He goes to the café for breakfast and orders the most expensive and healthy option. While they prepare breakfast, he chats with the barista. She's cute, tall, with big eyes. She seems very serious, but she has two huge breasts that shake when she mixes coffee. He never sees her smile, but he keeps trying to talk to her. He also subtly shows off his recently trained muscles to catch her eye.

He eats breakfast while reading a finance or self-help book with large print typography to finish quickly. Then he heads to his apartment. Third shower. He puts on his third outfit, a more formal one. Today he has a potential sale. He heads to the location in his father's car, a Mercedes. A woman awaits him there, a short and pale redhead.

He shows her the place, speaking with arrogance as if he knows too much about the topic. Then they talk about the price. He tells her he could consider a discount and could speak with the higher-ups at the real estate agency. Of course, all of that is a lie. In reality, he gave her an inflated price to see what she offers. A university student can't offer much, so they agree to meet privately someday to stay in touch.

He arrives at the tower where the real estate office is located. He talks to his father's secretary, a blue-eyed redhead. She's very busy and can't give him much attention. Spencer throws a slight tantrum about it and moves on.

He passes by the hallway and runs into his father. He asks if he managed to sell the apartment. His father replies that he's working on it. His father gives him a long speech about his responsibilities in the company. His father leaves. Spencer looks frustrated at the ground, letting his frustration control his thoughts. Spencer's assistant asks if he needs anything. He asks her to fill out some forms before noon because he has a meeting in an hour.

She won't be able to fill out those forms so quickly.

Spencer should have filled them out on Monday.

He leaves the tower and heads to the mall. In the distance, he sees a woman looking at dresses in a store. It's his mother. He sees her leaving hand in hand with a man. He lowers his head and continues his day. He looks for a new watch in a Rolex store.

Card declined.

He uses his father's.

Card accepted.

It's getting cold at this time of year, so he also buys a coat. He receives a message from a girl. She's waiting for him tonight where they agreed. He returns to his apartment. Fourth shower. He puts on his third outfit. He makes the bed. He leaves sensual music playing and sprays perfume in the air. He leaves his apartment and takes his father's car again.

He meets her at a restaurant. She's a long-haired blonde with gray eyes. He orders the most expensive wine. They talk for hours, but he only listened to the first twenty minutes. She's wearing a very revealing dress. She told him she works in artistic photography. The idea of nude portraits caught his basic monkey attention. He asked to see photos, but only found pictures of elderly and anorexic people. Spencer doesn't understand art. He insisted she keep drinking wine. Spencer realizes he's confusing this blonde with the one from the gym.

She gets drunk. The conversation escalates. Spencer insists on going to his house, which is closer. She says she prefers to go back home in a cab because she works tomorrow. He insists, reminding her tomorrow is Saturday. She refuses, saying she also works on Saturdays. He tells her he can get her a better job and steers the conversation to safer ground.

Spencer insists on paying the bill. She accepts. Then he insists on going to his place. She refuses again and takes a taxi. Spencer returns to his apartment. He opens a can of beer. He messages a friend to vent. They talk about meeting up for drinks like in the old times. They won't. He's getting drunk. He sees an Instagram story from a girl friend. They chat. They agree to meet at Spencer's place right there.

She arrives soon after. She compliments the smell and music of his house. She's a light-skinned Latina with pronounced curls. Spencer can't stop looking at her cleavage. Both are drunk, but it's barely noticeable. They talk about old friends' stuff. She reveals she always felt attracted to him. The conversation starts to heat up. Spencer mentions how cold the room is. She agrees. It seems like something is going to happen when Spencer whispers in her ear:

"I'm a racist misogynist with a tiny penis, and I like to dress as a woman when nobody's watching…"

She is first surprised, thinking it's a weird joke she doesn't understand, but then things get stranger. Spencer gets up from the couch and starts dancing like a ballet dancer. Slowly he takes off his clothes, saying:

"I have serious impotence issues, and the few times I get it up, I ejaculate prematurely”.

As Spencer lowered his pants completely, the girl couldn't help but laugh, seeing Spencer's pecker shaking with the dance, completely shrunk to the size of a peanut due to the cold blowing through the room. The guest couldn't contain her laughter, taking photos of him while dancing, calling him a "shrimp dick”. Meanwhile, Spencer kept inventing embarrassing things about himself and his poor sexual performance. The guest soon left, having lost all sexual appetite after that performance.

After she left, Spencer stopped dancing. He stood there, confused and embarrassed by his impulsive act of humiliation.

From behind, a voice could be heard laughing. Alexandra sat on a couch in the background, sipping wine, watching Spencer's ridiculous performance. He immediately covered his dinky winky, but just by seeing her, he had gotten as hard as a rock.

"Oh, don't mind her, darling. She must be allergic to shellfish. But please, continue, because I want to keep watching. Oh, but before that, I think you should dress appropriately”.

Alexandra tossed a paper bag to Spencer, who quickly opened it to dress up. For a few more hours, Spencer danced a very effeminate ballet, wearing a pink tutu with tight leggings that highlighted each of his muscles in motion. And on his princess tiara, the inscription "princess pecker" could be seen.