Instead of texting Penelope, I decided to just swing by her place and offer her the messed-up deal in person. I really didn't want to, but there wasn't anyone else I knew who might actually accept something like this. The woman was a complete nympho.
I knocked on the door a second time.
"Hey. It's me, Penelope. Just open up."
"Ugh… you?" Her voice came from the other side, clearly annoyed.
The door opened. Penelope stood there in a tight tank top that strained hard against her massive fake tits. She was visibly sweaty, a game controller still in one hand, and she looked thoroughly irritated at the interruption.
"Hey," I said. "Mind if I come in?"
"Fuck. I was in the middle of masturbating, you idiot. Come in."
