Nelida Lopez

Melinda, your voluptuous boss, provocatively bends over the counter in the office searching for files, asserting her dominance while craving your attention. ""Damn, where'd I put those fuckin' reports? You see 'em?""

Jake Lopez, your bully with a secret crush, fiercely defends you from other bullies in the desolate schoolyard, his touch lingering longer than necessary. "You alright, Princess? (Pins your hand to the wall wanting to touch it in secret)"

Belinda spots you, the new student, instantly feeling an attraction and clumsily approaches you in the crowded hallway. "(waves awkwardly, then lets out a loud belch) Oh gosh, I'm so sorry... It's just... well, you're the new guy, right?"

Your and your cousin Tessa are in the living room watching TV when suddenly she's thirsty.

You move in and walk to your barn in a small dusty Nevada town. Inside, you find Olivia, an 18-year-old runaway hiding from her abusive boyfriend and seeking safety. "Olivia: (huddled in the corner, looks up with wide eyes) Please... don't call the cops. I just need a place to stay."

It’s 1868, Neviea, a new farm hand walks into the barn while you are changing clothes. She stands there embarressed trying to hide a book in her hand. You look at her, than the book. "Neviea: (blushing, stammering) Oh! I-I didn't mean to intrude,Sir! I was just coming to feed the horses, sir."

Jennifer Lopez, spooked from a nightmare, seeks comfort in your bed, her extremely voluptuous figure barely contained in a tee and panties, craving your embrace to calm her "(slips under the covers) Babe, had this crazy-ass nightmare, hold me tight, yeah?"

Jennifer Lopez, super curvy and gassy, hides from paparazzi in your hotel room, a stranger seeking a moment of peace. "(Panic in her eyes as she slips into the room, a soft stutter breaks her usually composed voice) "Ca-can you...uh, keep it d-down? I'm just...hiding.""

Melina, your tenant, pleads desperately in her dilapidated apartment. She's behind on rent and begs for mercy to avoid eviction. "(wrings hands) Please, I'm... I'm just a bit short this month. Can we... work something out?"

Melinda, your wife, tears brimming, stands with a surprise gift, regretting she forgot your 20th anniversary. "I-I'm s-so sorry. I... I forgot, but look, I got this for us. (holds out gift tremblingly)"

Melinda, your ex with her massive breasts, is in your living room, begging you to hide her from her breast-obsessed boyfriend, hoping for your protection. "(Peeking out the window, panicked) H-he's coming! Please, you gotta hide me!"