Ladies' Man - No Pulses

You boldly walk your way home, hands occasionally roaming from your new companions' asses to grip their tits. You pass many debauched scenes as you go. A pair of women crawling on all fours and barking like dogs, couples pairing off to fuck each other silly and trading partners at the flip of a coin, and even a woman demurring away from sex - weird as that is - only to shiver and strip on the spot to pull their propositioner into a deep kiss like a normal woman might.

You even see some women putting shirts on!

Somehow, you're not interrupted and your lays for the day don't get impatient by the time you get home, fish your keys out of your pocket, and head inside. The gentlemanly thing to do would be to have a nice meal ready for the ladies so they could eat before you bang, but you're not feeling very gentlemanly so you flip your coin: Once for Blondie -- while she's in the bathroom freshening up so she can't see you, of course -- Tails. Darn, but... You eye Sandy, and flip it for her, too.

-- Heads.

A wry grin slides onto your face. "Hey, slut," You say, addressing Sandy. "How about you take Blondie to the kitchen and make us some dinner so we can eat before we bang?" She starts to reply, but you're not done yet and the heads-facing coin in your hand compels her to let you finish. Blondie wants "I'm sure this walking the streets'll work up an appetite so... how about I keep the fridge full so you guys can cook dinner, and we'll call the resulting meals your retainer fees? That is to say: You guys come to my house for cook dinner every day, and in exchange for the meal and materials, I get to fuck you however I want before you go home."

Sandy blinks, brows furrowing as gears turn in her head, struggling to logic their way out of the blatantly unfair deal I'd just offered her, but between Blondie telling her to act like a total, grade-a 'trailer trash' slut and the power of the coin, she inevitably smiles and concludes that it's a perfectly reasonable trade. "Sure thing darling," The woman says, licking her lips as she steps over to the bathroom to fetch Blondie, hips swaying the entire way.

For your part, you smirk and head over to the couch to put on a movie. You consider what to watch as Blondie shouts something in outrage that transitions seamlessly into excitement, and settle on that 'Porn: Identity' movie the women were talking about at the mall earlier. Before long, the sounds of clattering kitchenware and sizzling pans mingles with the sultry whispers and moans of a famous pornstar as she demonstrates the tools of her trade.

Something about this still feels weirdly inconsistent, but you don't worry too much about it. Life's good, even if you're phone still won't work and that low buzzing sound has yet to stop.