Hall of Infinite Doors
"Yeah," you muse, "I might know a couple guys who would date you--no strings attached."
"Really?!" says Nikky popping up off the bed.
"Really."
"That reminds me. There is this girl who wanted to meet and date you."
"Oh really?" you ask, becoming interested.
"Yeah. Let me introduce you." Nikky slides off the edge of the bed and you follow. She re-buttons her brown dress. You notice how her boobs buldge as the cloth strains around them. Then she slips into her platform heels and finally shakes and runs her fingers through her hair. She is ready to go.
She leads you to another room on a different floor and knocks. A slightly pudgy girl with brownish hair, freckles and round glasses answers.
"Hi Melissa!" giggles Nikky. "We met at the social on Sunday."
"Yeah," croaks Melissa eagerly. "I remember." Her voice has a distinctive nasal tone that sounds as if she stuffed cotton up her nose one day and forgot to take it out.
"This," continues Nikky, as if you were on a gameshow, "is Chris."
"Hi!" you say.
"Hi." replies Melissa. "You're the nice guy who is helping Nikky to date."
"That's me," you reply confidently.
"Um, Nikky says that you're a junior."
"Yes," you reply.
"Do you know Calvin Peabody?"
"Uh, no," you admit.
"Oh. Nevermind. I just thought you might. I'm a sophmore and he's in my creative writing class. Um, hey--you know two of my friends from last year are going on this double--I mean threeway--date to the movies this Sunday, and they asked me, but I don't have a date. I was wondering if you could help me out like you help Nikky."
"Really?!" says Nikky popping up off the bed.
"Really."
"That reminds me. There is this girl who wanted to meet and date you."
"Oh really?" you ask, becoming interested.
"Yeah. Let me introduce you." Nikky slides off the edge of the bed and you follow. She re-buttons her brown dress. You notice how her boobs buldge as the cloth strains around them. Then she slips into her platform heels and finally shakes and runs her fingers through her hair. She is ready to go.
She leads you to another room on a different floor and knocks. A slightly pudgy girl with brownish hair, freckles and round glasses answers.
"Hi Melissa!" giggles Nikky. "We met at the social on Sunday."
"Yeah," croaks Melissa eagerly. "I remember." Her voice has a distinctive nasal tone that sounds as if she stuffed cotton up her nose one day and forgot to take it out.
"This," continues Nikky, as if you were on a gameshow, "is Chris."
"Hi!" you say.
"Hi." replies Melissa. "You're the nice guy who is helping Nikky to date."
"That's me," you reply confidently.
"Um, Nikky says that you're a junior."
"Yes," you reply.
"Do you know Calvin Peabody?"
"Uh, no," you admit.
"Oh. Nevermind. I just thought you might. I'm a sophmore and he's in my creative writing class. Um, hey--you know two of my friends from last year are going on this double--I mean threeway--date to the movies this Sunday, and they asked me, but I don't have a date. I was wondering if you could help me out like you help Nikky."