Your personal 'fun house'

There was an abandoned apartment building somewhere near 9th Street. It was where you took anyone you wanted for some private time in a secretive place away from prying eyes. After all, the effects of the remote was limited, and however tempting it was to take a chance out in the open, you had to think smart. There was only so much you could do about cops, cameras and street traffic. Thanks to your petty criminal experience, you knew that having a safehouse stashed away for rainy days was an essential thing to have, a place that was transformed into something far more fun ever since you found the remote.

You open the door to the apartment after traversing the empty rubbish ridden halls. Inside was a relatively spacious room that might have looked rich back in the 70s. Now, the paint was peeling. The ceiling was dirty. All the metal was rusted out and the floorboards were old and musty. You spent quite a bit to make this place livable. The bathroom was fixed. There was a queen sized bed, a couch and a TV with a DVD player. The kitchen had a working stove and you only kept non perishable foods in a wooden crate in the corner. A fridge would be too noisy, even if the unit was right at the back of the building, several storeys above a narrow alleyway. You boarded up the windows tight so that no light could come through and kept the lights dim, with no light in the hallway leading from the triple latched door. The place was the perfect hideout back in the day, and now, however decrepit it might look, it was your pleasure den to have your way with any and all women you bring here. The bed had had at least a dozen perfectly willing victims laid or splayed upon it. All it took was a simple command with the aid of the remote, and your night would be made.

It has been a while since you had used this place. After mastering the use of the remote in every manner possible, you found that you had learnt enough to get your way out on the street or in the homes of your walking sex toys, but a bit of nostalgia wouldn't hurt.