A loud blast rings through your head and your eyes burst open. There’s light. It’s warm. Your eyes and hands search the area around you frantically. You’re lying in a soft bed with white sheets and blankets. The pillow behind your head is drenched with sweat to the point that you can feel it drip off the back of your ears as you begin to sit up.

“God, you say some freaky shit in your sleep.”

You look up and find yourself within a large room with a vaulted ceiling, illuminated by several, dim lamps mounted on the walls. Long, red silk curtains hang in front of a single large window and there is fine, leather furniture in every corner. There is a table set up beyond the end of your bed, stacked with crisp, new white boxes that appear to be filled with flowers.

“Ready or not,” the voice continues. It belongs to a girl and she’s standing right beside you. “Right, big boy?”

Your head follows the voice as you quickly prop your body up on your elbows on the bed. Even before you see who it belongs to, your heart and your mind become entwined in a battle of intense, conflicting emotions.

“Gail?”

You look over and see Gail Coates, the house’s resident seductress. Her slim, tanned and well-toned body is completely naked to the waist. She’s wearing only a white towel tied around her hips and another wrapped around her hair. She’s just finished a shower and her skin still sparkles with a thin layer of moisture. You look up and find a few loose strands of dark hair draped across her collar bones and resting on her bare, tear-shaped breasts. She’s standing close enough for you to feel the heat of her body. Your eyes linger on her chest for an extra moment, noting that her nipples are hard and reddish-pink.

“I see you’ve still got a little thing for me, huh? Or, maybe,” She smiles and diverts her gaze toward the blankets covering your lap.

“Maybe it’s a big thing?”

Gail laughs and hops away toward a small single-speaker radio sitting beside a chair in the far corner of the room. She turns it on and immediately a voice begins talking.

“...and you’re listening to K-SAP 96.66 FM. Here’s a deep cut from Lita Ford. This one’s called, Bad Boy. Crank it up!”

Suddenly, you notice something is wrong. Something feels different. You reach down and shuffle the blankets in your lap, shocked by both your visible erection how the fabric feels as it passes across your skin.

“Gail, what the—”

You feel a scowl cross your face.

“You know, listening to this kind of crap really pisses off daddy.”

She begins walking back toward you. “Oh! Are you looking for something?”

You look up and see her coaxing you to continue your search beyond the foot of your bed. There, amongst the boxes, are the pair of boxers and shorts that you wore to sleep in the night before. She somehow removed them from your body while you were asleep.

“Gail, what the hell are you doing? Give those back.”

“I don’t think so. Not yet. It’s my house and I’ll do whatever the fuck I want.” She replies. Her lips bend into a sharp sneer that she maintains while walking away towards the table.

“I’ll give them back after you tell me what was going on in that dream?”

Make the choice!

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Will you tell her the story?

Continue here.

Or will you skip the story and focus on Gail?

Continue here.

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