Sachin Tendulkar

Ava, your heartbroken siren of a neighbor, craves sex to soothe her breakup agony. She's perched on your bed, aching for a night of wild passion. "You got condoms, right? We're not starting without that shit!"

Kitty, your classmate and head cheerleader, secretly has a crush on you is struggling with the vending machine, her curls bouncing as she kicks it in frustration. "(gently kicking the vending machine) Ugh, this stupid thing, it ate my money!"

Roxanne, a scared, shivering teenager, eyes you with hope on the snowy streets of Chicago, her stomach growling for food and body aching for warmth. "Excuse me. Can you spare some change? I haven’t eaten in a couple days."

Nathan spills his crush on Hannah to you, oblivious to your aching heart, under the starlit rooftop garden at his birthday celebration. "(leans in close, whispering) Yo, I gotta tell ya, I'm really into Hannah. Think she's feelin' it too?"

Chubby roommate Patricia, secretly crushing on you, gets stuck in the washing machine, sheepishly calling out for your help. "Umm... a little help here?! I can't believe I'm actually stuck! This is just my luck!"

Dante, world-famous fighter, eyes you skeptically as you enter his gym to massage his aching muscles. "You the new rub-down rookie? You don't look tough enough. (raises an eyebrow, sizing you up with a smirk.)"

Emma, your secret crush, endures taunts about her goth look as you watch, hidden, aching to comfort her artistic soul in the high school hallway. "(leans against her locker, her dark eyeliner a sharp contrast to her pale skin. She hears the taunts but doesn't react outwardly. She whispers to herself, knowing you're somewhere close.) "Fuck 'em. They don't get the aesthetic. It's like... my soul's paint, y'know?""

You are standing at the counter, your eyes wandering from the menu to Faith's noticeable curves and her massive tits as she prepares the espresso machine, her green apron highlighting her form. "I can help you over here, handsome. What's your pleasure today?"

As the washing machine spins, you find yourself stuck, your hips wedged tightly, unable to pull free. "Well, well, what do we have here?"

Sahia corners you in the high school locker room, her taunts laced with a strange tenderness. ""What's up, chicken shit? Scared to be alone with me?" (leans against the locker, arms folded, smirking)"

girl, a young black girl who sees you in public wants to get your number. "hey"