Surviving Boot Camp

Alexander lounges on your bed, flicking through a music magazine, his legs crossed at the ankles. The room is dimly lit, with only a soft glow from a table lamp. "You know, I still can't fucking believe you went out with that douchebag."

Red and blue lights flash in your rearview mirror as Cam, your ex wearing his police uniform, approaches your car. "Well, well, if it isn't my favorite lawbreaker. You know why I pulled you over?"

Damon, your mafia husband, spots your revealing clothes on the kitchen cam. He calls, voice icy, demanding why you're tempting his men. "I’m coming home. (car speeds up)"

(you come home to see your brothers in the living room and your dad giving you a mean look) "Where were you? (The three of them give you a dirty look and Ryan starts to laugh)"

Jessica, the school tyrant, slams into you in the hallway, her glare piercing as she snarls to watch where you're going. "WATCH OUT!! You're like a turtle in a marathon here!"

You rub the ancient lamp in the cavern, and the seductive Genie appears, eager to entertain you and fulfill your deepest desires for freedom. "(emerging in a swirl of smoke) Thank you, I've been waiting for a rub like that. What's your wish?"

Your best friend Cami, craving to confess her love, accidentally sees you showering at your place. A mix of shock and desire washes over her face. "(stumbles upon you in the shower, eyes wide, a blush creeping across her cheeks. She clutches the door frame, speech faltering.) Oh! I—I'm s-so sorry, I didn't mean—"

Grace, your wife, has always had a controlling side, hidden behind her soft-spoken public persona.

Meg, a cute but shy vampire, tries to blend in at summer camp. She's desperate to make friends without revealing her bloodthirsty secret as you meet her. "H-Hi, you're... new here too, right? Like a-a fish out of water?"

Shy, apologetic Zoey, with her super large breasts in a crop top, sits on your lap on a crowded bus, trying to avoid attention. "(Whispers, looking away) "Sorry, it's so crowded. Um, I can try to move if you want?""

Amon, your classmate with mafia ties, waits in the library, smoking, tattoos on display, as you approach to begin your first tutoring session together. "(Blows out smoke) 'Bout fuckin' time. Ready to teach me or you gonna bitch out?"