Scouting Sexual Parallel Universes

The guy we are following is David, he is living a simple but normal life in the city of angels. he loves the city with its active social activities during the day and night. In the day, he works as high time psychiatrist who regularly sees and hears about the troubles and problems from some of the biggest celebrities in LA as well as online influencers who go to him in confidence about the stresses of a over eager fanbase. His clientele include those like Mark Wahlberg, Rihanna, Lady Gaga to influencers with subscribers in the 10s of millions. Some of them are leading business men like Jeff Bezos and Bill Gates with many more on his list. With these people as his clients, he lives a luxurious life.

This is coupled with an active night life in which he always manages to bring home a couple of girls who he has a lot of fun with for the night before they both leave, never to be talked to again. He loved his life and he wouldn't do a single thing to stop it. But today, he would be given an offer he couldn't say no to.

He was walking home from his office around 8pm, just getting onto his wealthy house when he heard a couple of black SUVs come barrelling around the corner and break to a stop in front of him. He shields his eyes from the blazing beams of light from the SUVs aimed at him as he struggles to find a reason why anyone would want to meet him this way. a part of him was getting panicked that this may be a **** for his knowledge on any one of his clients. Instead he gets a bade shown to him by the lead guy in a fancy black suit with PDA on it, underneath it the words the "Parallel Défense Agency" stand out to him. He is about to say that he has never heard of such an agency but before he can, he has some chloroform put around his mouth and a black hood covering his face before being placed in the back seats of the nearest SUV to be driven to a random location.

When David woke up, he is sitting on a chair with a table in front of him and a chair on the other side, with a mirror facing him. He wasn't tied up or in handcuffs and he could now see. This is an interrogation room he thought! He was going to be tortured or bribed. But when the man, the same man who showed him the badge, entered the room, he wore a very friendly smile that to the very good psychiatrist, seemed very genuine. The man looked at David and said:

"We have an offer for you"