To the lobby to cause mayhem

It was time to get back to business.

The politician who wrote that article, Amelia Stone, was willing to use the female population to suck off guys who had done bad things, believing it would make them better people and teach them something. In a world filled with women who believed in this and who were ready to get down on their knees for him at any time to improve society, David hoped he could stay here as long as possible, and better yet, make the most of his time starting now.

Shaking off the lethargy of inter-dimensional travel, David stood up and stretched his limbs, his eyes immediately drawn to the front door of the apartment.

Getting to the lobby of this apartment building, David's attention immediately caught sight of the front desk manned by desk clerk wearing a cute blue uniform and modest makeup in the lobby. Without putting much thought into it, he rushed towards the counter at an angle, as fast as his pathetic body could take him and dove across the surface like a Penguin on the edge of Antarctica, sweeping the front desk clean before ragdolling on the floor, along with the clattering writing utensils, pen holders and papers. He turned his head to find the desk clerk, a pretty woman with clear skin, eyeing him, shocked, angry, confused, wide-eyed, her posture tense.

"What are you doing?!" she demanded, her voice echoing in the silent lobby.

"Beats me," David groaned as he stood up, sort of shocked at himself, too. He walked to the front of the desk proper.

In an instant, the anger in her expression was replaced by exasperation and a sigh. She looked carefully at the messy counter and then back to David, who was just standing there patiently.

"I don't know how to punish you for that, so I'm going to start with the mildest form of punishment and go easy on you," she finally concluded aloud.

"I mean, alright. As long as you drop to your knees and wrap those pretty lips around my cock, my lesson is learned!" David retorted, his voice infused with the power of being obnoxious.

"That's not how it works," the desk clerk said as she got up on her toes leaned over the two-tiered front desk to kiss him. Kissing was mild indeed and David thought it might just be a quick and disappointing open-mouthed kiss or perhaps the bog standard peck, but instead, she held the back of his neck and locked lips with him for a deep and passionate moment. Or at least to him it felt passionate.

Their tongues clashed and swirled around each other. The clerk's hesitance on what to do had seemingly vanished. She seemed to be a woman who took her corrective duties as a civilian seriously and was entirely focused on making things right. David took the time to sabotage the moment by constantly trying to fuck with her uvula and making her gag on his tongue. Though she gagged and lurched a bit, she did not seem intimidated by his forwardness, and wrestled his invading tongue with hers, momentarily suckling his tongue the first moment she got the chance.

Around the sixth minute of this make-out session, the woman allowed their lips to part. She took her breaths as she needed to and swiped some hair out of her face while David asked, "So you gonna suck my-" before she jumped back into it for a couple more minutes, filling the room once again with the moist smacks of justice for the front desk.

A guy came in and approached the front desk. "Stand to the side there," she ordered David in order to to deal with the guy for a short while before bringing David back.

Just when David thought that they were through, the cute desk clerk took it upon herself to unleash a new aspect of the punishment on him. She pulled him in, held his head still with both hands, and with an intense look of concentration scanned his face. David just looked at her. Without warning, she leaned forward and began to lick his face, swiping her tongue across his cheeks and chin, straining herself over the tall counter to get at his face. Her licks were forceful, almost ****, as if trying to get the correct balance of "praxis energy" right.

"What the fuck are you doing, psycho bitch?" David exclaimed, trying to wrestle himself free. But he was too pathetic to squirm free so he just had to endure the onslaught of her licking tongue.

It felt bizarre, something David was not expecting, though maybe that was apart of the article he skimmed. He was pretty sure he wasn't into this. "It's like she's a dog! A-a bitch!" he thought to himself, knocked off his game enough to stammer in his own thoughts. But he could admit the scene of this professional woman straining herself to lick him was an interesting scene.

The desk clerk finally released him to crouch down in front of him clean up the mess, her spit tingling on his face. "Well, if you don't like it, don't do it again."