Introduce Yourself to the Receptionist

'Good evening miss!' You say, as you walk up to the beautiful, black-haired receptionist sitting behind the counter. You'd waited for Daisy to leave before you dared to make another attempt at flirting with the beautiful women in this new world. As you get closer, you see how beautiful she really is: flawless skin, cute face, bright green eyes, and an elegant frame. She looked more like a high-class supermodel than a receptionist, and you suddenly start to shake from nerves.

'Good evening, sir, how may I help you?' she says in such a polite way that you start doubting yourself. What if all this was a prank? What if she's just a normal, hapless receptionist, who is about to be hit on by some stupid, nerdy boy. But then you realize that you can't be. In the mirror you saw yourself, physically changed. This wasn't just some prank.

'I just moved into apartment 32,' you tell her confidently.

'Ah, Mr... Doe,' she says, reading it out from her computer screen. 'Welcome to the building, sir.'

'Please call me John. I'm sure you and I will see a lot more from each other now. What's your name?'

'I'm Sophie,' she tells you. 'I work nights here from Monday till Friday.'

'Nights? Isn't that a little bit lonely?'

'Nights are never lonely here, sir, I mean, John. Plenty of horny young guys here to keep me company.' She smiles at you, as if she would include you in that category too. 'Besides, it pays for my college.'

'Yes I can see that,' you say, looking at her with a devious smile. 'What do you study?'

'History. I'm majoring in Sexual Activities of the Ancient Romans.'

'Sounds... intriguing,' you say, looking at her thoughtfully. You could study sex stuff now?

'It is. Those romans were a bunch of perverts you know.' She smiles wickedly, and you laugh politely, wanting nothing more than to put your cock between her dirty lips. You control yourself, thinking of Lulu, and say;

'Well, I would like to keep you company, hon, but I need to find a store that sells booze at this time of night. I'm unfamiliar with this neighborhood, so could you give me some directions?'

She gets a pen and paper, stands up and bends over the counter to draw you a little map. As she explains how to get to the nearest 24/7 grocery store, you stare straight into her half-buttoned shirt. Her round, enormous cleavage is inviting you to dive your head in, licking and kissing her F-cup orbs. But you don't. You just stare.

She notices and coughs when you don't seem to wake from your trance, smiling when you look in her eyes confused. 'Sorry,' you mutter awkwardly.

'Have you got all that, or shall I explain again?' she smirks.

'I got it, thank you,' you smile back. 'Thanks for your help, Sophie.'

'Aren't you going to fuck me?' she asks confused when you take a step from the counter.

'Um... what?' you ask, too shocked to keep your mouth shut.

'Aren't you going to fuck me?' she asks again. 'I mean... you were staring at my tits. I assumed you...'

'Oh, right!' you say, quickly trying to cover your mistake. 'Um, yes, I will fuck you, but not tonight. I'm rather busy.'

'Oh, okay, then,' she smiles happily, but you can tell she's a little disappointed.

'See you later, Sophie!' you shout awkwardly, as you make your way to the large glass doors leading outside. Sophie just stares after you, a confused look on her face.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck you think as you make your way outside. I'm too much of a disaster, even with my enhanced charisma! I need to up my game!