[Semen obsession: 18-40 (1B), public sex-play: 18-40 (1B+1D), 2B]

You explain your ideal world to an inquisitive Charles. He nods very slowly at first, and then continues nodding to himself, tapping his fingers together.

"That's an odd combination," he says plainly, expressing his opinion very straightforwardly. "Hm. Alright, lad. You're asking for a world where all women between 18 and 40 are obsessed with semen — not just to say cum-sluts, though that would go without saying, but pre-occupied with the stuff all the time. They love the gooey stuff, they like the feel of it on their skin, they like the smell of it, they like the taste of it. And you want for them not to mind where they get it from: they'll happily suck off or jerk off any man to have a go. Mind you, if society is to function, they won't be single-mindedly focused on getting men to cum for them: they'll be able to turn their minds to everyday things, socialise with each other, and so forth. But in the back of their minds they're always going to be looking for an excuse to have a man give them what they're looking for. Is that right?"

You nod. That's what you have in mind: a world where women are keen to make men cum, and to come in their mouths or on them if possible.

"Right-o, mate, the guys will be thanking you for that one. Well, not actually, given that no-one will know it's down to you. Now secondly, in this brave new world of yours, you want casual public sex to be the default. No fussing about your-place-or-mine, or even does-she-really-like-me: sex is on a par with friendly conversation. And not just intercourse, but all the trappings of it: the fondling and flicking of nipples, the slapping of bottoms, and open masturbation. But only in scenes with men and women, or with only women. No man-on-man action. Yeah?"

You gulp slightly with a nervous nod. You really don't want to come off as someone who discriminates against homosexual males, but that isn't exactly your cup of tea.

Charles shrugs, seemingly reasoning with you well enough. "I mean, from afar, it does seem pretty fucked up of you," he admits, but in a way that makes it sound like he isn't thinking less of you. "You're making a hyper-sexed semen-fuelled society, but gays need not apply. It's a bit of a crap deal for them if you ask me. But this is your ideal world you're building here, so if that's not what you're into, you obviously don't wanna be seeing that kind of thing. So, it's pretty natural, really. I wouldn't worry about it too much. Besides, no matter what you pick, you'll always be the baboon arse prick to me."

You blink in silence, not quite sure how to take that comment. He laughs heartily upon seeing your reaction. "I'm pulling your leg, lad. Just kidding, just kidding."

...Is he really? After everything else he said...

You roll your eyes as he continues with the recap of your outline. "So, women will be after the blokes for their man-butter, and straight couples and homosexual girls will get it on with one another should they feel in the mood, no matter where they are. Naturally, nearby passersby won't think much of it, what with it being a social norm. And everyone is in the middle as far as acknowledgement goes: it mostly goes without saying, but it's not too strange to talk about it."

"Your two requests stand to work very well with one another," Charles remarks. "If every woman is hungry for cum, but no-one thinks twice about sex in public, you're going to see an awful lot of public blowjobs. And if everyone _knows _that women can't get enough of semen, you're going to see some very odd customs that you might not have thought of. I can think of some things that may well happen off the top of my head — but why spoil the surprise?" Charles grins at you wolfishly. "You may find yourself in a stanger world than you expected, my friend!"

You're getting a bit tired of the foreigner's patronising attitude, but Charles smiles broadly at you regardless... or maybe just to peeve you. "Yeah...you've got one hell of an interesting combination there," he says with a nod as he leans back in his chair. "Public sex-play and cum-obsessed women... I never saw that one coming, and I think the doctor's gonna like that."

With another nod, Charles reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small flip phone that looks about a decade old. "Right then, lad. I'll give the doctor a call and you'll be on your way."

Punching numbers in, he puts the phone to his ear as the dial tone starts playing. Not long after, it stops and a muffled voice you can't hear very well from your end speaks up. "Yeah, doc, he's got it all planned out," Charles said with a small laugh and a smile. "It's almost diabolical, really. I actually think it's pretty solid, yeah. Here's what he came up with..."

You can't help but feel pretty good about the fact that you managed to impress this man.

Charles relays the information to the point, and after some silence, the muffled voice says something very briefly before hanging up on their end, causing the call to drop. Charles turns his eyes to you as he closes his phone and stands up from his seat. "That's that. Now, if you'll follow me."

Getting up from your own chair, you follow the foreign gentleman through the maze of crates, occasionally passing an emotionless guard with eyes hidden behind heavy sunglasses. Your heart racing, you're still not sure what exactly to expect. How is this going to end...?

"Here we are."

Looking around, you see that you and Charles are suddenly at the end of a very long white hallway, walls painted with streaks of black. In front of you stands a large black door with curved handles of silver, standing impressively tall.

How...and when? Why are you in this hall? You were in the warehouse just moments ago...right?

"Don't think too hard, lad," Charles says with a dismissive chuckle. "All I need you to do is imagine where you want to be when you open this door. It's that simple. Could be your shitty apartment, could be the halls of your college, could be a movie theater downtown...just think of where you want to be as you start to explore and exploit the world you've created."

Well...you've already come this far. You've listened to this insane gentleman prattle on about your casual fetishism and you've ended up in a white hallway beyond all logic...so there's no point in trying to figure this out now. You decide to throw caution to the wind and go all the way, seeing this ride through to the end.

In a world where all women are pre-occupied on an ongoing basis with semen, and where erotic behaviour is accepted in public as a friendly mode of interaction... where do you want to be?