"Listen, don't say anything you fucking weirdo. I just need to ask you something. It's serious, okay?"
Dullness ached between the ridges of my furrowed brow, and the back of my eyes began to pulse with impending anxiety being built just by my neighbor's very presence. Cassandra—Cassie to one's worthy enough to frequent her perfume scented arrival—stood over me at the frame of my front door. Domineering in just her height of nearly six feet, Cassie's elbow languished lazily right above my head, crooked against the half-open door. Prominent and insistent in her leering motions she had passively trapped my hairy, flabby countenance in my own home. Dangling, sagging like some lascivious fruits were her obviously enhanced bosom, contained only by the faith one had in expensive brand name halter tops.
"Look at my eyes you fucking creep. Jesus, I knew I shouldn't have done this," Cassie's voice momentarily gives out a nagging shrillness when she demands my attention to be less invasive. Sighing with my shoulders squat and my eyes lolling slowly upwards, I meet the heart-shaped face of the garishly feminine Cassie. Large hazel eyes—which at the moment are accusatory and laced with disgust—stare back at me. Her features are smoothly painted with flawless, thick makeup and a orangish-brown tan that teeters on the edge of clownish and unnatural. After a moment I find surprise grace my sight; Cassie becomes briefly softened in demeanor and gives my chest a playful tap. "Just let me in to talk, ${character.name}. I'm serious about this...problem. Yeah, problem. Or whatever it is..."
Problem would be an understatement to describe it. Finding out this later as I sit on the disheveled, ratty sofa in my apartment causes my whole body to go stiff. Even as Cassandra explains the symptoms of her despair—the needs she requires of me—my flesh prickles and turns to goosebumps. A dream would be more convincing than this scenario. Cassie then suddenly punches my arm in frustration; an attempt to wake me from my delirium at what she just said.
"I said I need your cum you fucking loser. Did you hear anything I just said?" Cassie's voice has returned to the nagging nature; that of a pecking hen or shrill crowing. After scratching the scruffy unkempt recesses of my beard I nod.
"Uh, yes," my voice trembles as I carefully consider her words, hopefully avoiding another spiteful punch. "Your doctors say you have...a condition. That you need regular doses, of, er..."
"Cum. Sperm. Don't pretend you're not some gross pervert all of sudden. I could smell the stale cum from your door, ${character.name}. I hear you jacking off to those loud Jap girls like ten times a day."
"It's called JAV. Don't be a bigot, Cassie." I immediately regret my witty disobedience as Cassie gives a hard slap of her orange-tanned palm against my hairy shoulder.
"Shut up, nerd! Now listen to me! I'd ask Chad but we broke up last week and I just really..." Cassie pauses, and again I note a deep somberness in her eyes. The lustrous chestnut brown around her pupils pleading like a puppy for just a moment. "...really, really need your help. You're the only one I could think of that could cum a lot for me whenever I want. It's gross but I need it. Please, ${character.name}?"