Go to her place

From the listed alternatives you pick “Go to her place” and are rewarded by the blue panel disappearing and the world beginning to turn again to the accompaniment of the cars engine coming to life with a massive roar.

“I figured that you wouldn’t mind us going to my place,” Cathy informs you as she guides the car out onto the street, you’ve now recognized the vehicle as a Citroen 1020, a European sports car that’s a few years old by now but still blessed with a very stylish look, its powerful engine imitating some Norse god of thunder as she slips it into third, “yours is such a dump anyway.”

“Yeah,” you find yourself agreeing with her assessment of your apartment, even if you’ve never actually seen it, “and I’m too cheap to take you to a hotel.”
“You really are an asshole, you know that?” Cathy asks you, and you respond with a happy “Yep…” which causes her to smile.

The city, you don’t know which one it is, but something tells you that it’s Seattle, is a pretty bleak place, or maybe its just Cathy who makes sure to keep you in the less nice parts of town, with dull grey skyscrapers dominating the skyline and blocking out the sun, which is unnecessary as the sky is more uniformly grey than any that you’ve ever seen before. This doesn’t seem like the ideal place to spend a holiday, unless it’s one of those “Leaving Las Vegas” ones, and you’re not too keen on those.

About fifteen minutes have now passed since the two of you left the dingy bar, and Cathy has steered the exotic car down into the docks. Despite the fact that you’ve never been here before, you can’t escape from the feeling that these surroundings seem familiar.

Finally, the car pulls up to a warehouse, and Cathy guides her car into its subterranean garage, passing past the retina-scanner which demands a good look at her eyes before opening the armour-plated doors.
The garage is of the ordinary open-floored kind, and you note that there are several other vehicles parked down here.

Soon, the two of you are standing in the lift which connects the garage with the rest of the building, which then grinds to a halt before the doors slide open to reveal something more akin to a luxurious penthouse rather than a damp and cold warehouse. First the garage and now this, you’re beginning to suspect that Cathy is properly successful at whatever it is that the two of you do for a living.

Dropping her coat as she steps out of the elevator, Cathy lets you gawk at the heart-shaped form of her as she wiggles it in front of you. Stepping out after her, you catch hold of her arm and spin her around.

“Wait!” Cathy cries out as you pull her closer, and you can’t imagine why. Even if she seemed to be the type of girl who doesn’t kiss on the first date, which she doesn’t, then there’d still be the fact that you both know that this isn’t your first date.

Suddenly the front of your pants start to feel really wet as you slip your tongue into Cathy’s mouth, and you can’t fail to notice that she responds to your kiss with a very heartening amount of passion, despite her previous reservations.
However, the wet sensation originating from your crotch is really killing the mood, and you’re pretty distracted with trying to figure out what the hell is causing it when you suddenly hear a sound like cloth being shredded.
Seconds later the front of your pants is suddenly disintegrated and Cathy breaks of your kiss and leaps backwards as your cock springs out into the open.

You stifle a shocked “Holy Fuck!” as you note the sheer size of your virtual member, the fat slab of cockmeat seeming to throb as you look at it, and you suddenly understand what it was that caused the wet sensation; a thick stream of pre-cum is pulsing out of your distended pisshole and it has already blessed much of your cock and the rest of your crotch with a glossy sheen, your curly pubes are now a damp patch of soaked hair. By rights, the size of your member means that you should by now have blacked-out from a lack of blood going to your brain.

You look over at Cathy, hoping that you can use her reaction to determine if this is normal for you.
Unsurprisingly, her mouth is opening, and then the world freezes and four options are suddenly listed against a blue background:
“I guess you got tired of those, huh?”
“Oh my god!”
“It’s never been that big before!”
Or
“It was bigger last time”