CreateLust PRO

It was the end of another gray day. Sam was coming home from his job, the same as every day.

He sighed as he put the keys in the lock. It would be nice to be glad to be home, but Sam didn't really feel that way. There was nothing to look forward to here.

He'd been depressed since well before the divorce, and though he was doing better now that he'd found a good therapist, he still was having a hard time feeling good about life. He hadn't had the energy to spend time on his hobbies, or with his friends even. It was just work, home, maybe an hour of fitful channel-surfing or Facebook browsing, and then sleep until work again.

At least it was Friday, and so there was nothing he had to do tomorrow morning. Sam walked into the kitchen, opened a cabinet, and pulled out a bottle of whiskey and a shot glass. Next, he opened a drawer, and took out his medical cannabis vape and a cartridge.

Nothing else going on, he thought. Might as well get fucked up.

He turned on the TV, which began to blare the middle of some Saturday Night Live rerun. Sam sat down and started to watch.

One shot became three, which became several more. Sam rubbed his eyes, and replace the spent cartridge in his vape with another.

Two episodes later, Sam finally turned the TV off. He staggered towards his room, but before going to bed, he figured he might check his messages first.

There were a couple ads, a few notifications from groups, and not a lot else. Sam was about to get up from the keyboard when he noticed one last message. FREE TRIAL, it said.

What the hell, Sam thought, and clicked on the message.

It looked like a message from some website he didn't remember signing up for -- CreateLust.com. "You're among our members selected for a limited demo of our most exclusive product, CreateLust Pro.

click here to activate your demo."

Normally, Sam would just have deleted the message. But by this point, he was hammered enough not to be thinking clearly, and he clicked "OK."

His browser loaded a page, but before he could see what it was, the entire screen turned black. Then, after a second, a blinking red text box came into view.

WELCOME TO CREATELUST PRO

PLEASE ENTER YOUR NAME

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"Sam Ermine," he typed, not really thinking about it.

WELCOME SAM ERMINE

PLEASE ENTER NAME OF YOUR DESIRED SEXUAL SUBJECT(S)

Sexual subject? Sam blinked, thinking he was just too out of it to read the text accurately. But no, that's what it said. Sexual subjects.

Sam poured himself another shot, and downed it in one go. Then he laughed to himself and typed in his ex's name. Ellen Sarrods. They hadn't gotten along at all by the end, but she was still the sexiest woman he'd ever been with. He laughed ruefully as he pressed ENTER

SUBJECT ELLEN SARRODS added. DO YOU WISH TO ADD ANOTHER?

Pouring himself another shot, Sam snorted. Of course. Who wouldn't want to add another? What kind of stupid X-rated Sims game was this?

He drank as he added the next name that came to mind, and then the next, and then the next. Everyone he could think of. Why not?

Sam wasn't sure how long he typed before he passed out there at the computer. Certainly, he didnt remember much between opening the email and waking up with the sunlight pouring painfully through the window of his living room. Sam groaned as he opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was the screen of his computer. It was displaying the words:

ALL CHANGES SAVED

THANK YOU FOR USING YOUR FREE DEMO