HELLO DADDY! (Part II)

Contrary to what he expected, he quickly fell asleep. But unlike so many other thousands of nights, this time dreamed of a woman without a face that subjected him to a true sexual marathon. He woke up several times, startled, only to barely doze again and be visited by the same dreams, of enormous realism. On each occasion, he observed that he had a major erection, but he was no longer able to distinguish between the dream and the real. Thus passed one of the strangest nights of his life. Until morning came and he listened almost with relief to the tiresome sound of the alarm clock telling him that he should restart his routine.
Because what he did not know is that the previous day was just the beginning of a series of torturous days. Both in the office and in his department, the calls of the unknown sexist followed one another, in the face of the boss's repeated reprimand when they were during working hours. As fed up as scared, he gathered all the courage he never had and decided to report the incident at the local police station. He hardly slept anymore, he was losing his appetite and was notably weakened by the anguish caused by the flaming communications of the unknown woman, which increased in ardor with the passing of the days.
Before the sardonic look of the officer on duty, blushing to shame and stammering like a machine gun, he filed a complaint for "indecent harassment" at the police office, wishing in his innermost heart that this would be enough to end that ordeal. But it was not like that.

Afternoon after afternoon, night after night, the one-sided communication was repeated, until after a week Gregorio thought he was reaching the heights of panic, when he heard: “Papuchito…the day has finally come; Tomorrow we meet, yes or yes, and I'm going to show you the sky, my male goat. He prepares the bathtub, removes the things from the top of the closet, hangs the swing and leaves all the toys at hand, so the party begins. Oh, I'm counting the minutes until I feel you inside me, little thing! OK, bye; rest a lot that you are going to need it, bombonazo”.

That filled poor Gregorio. The next day... and he did not clarify the place or time, for worse. After a nightmarish night and a day in the office hanging on the phone (which didn't ring this time!), the poor devil left the company, more terrified than ever. Remembering the torturous pleasure that he felt for moments in the lustful dreams that the calls provoked in him was not enough to compensate for the panic he felt at the possibility of an encounter with such an ardent and unknown woman.

Those things were not for him. He had the vague hope that the police had arranged, as he promised, a custody in front of his home. But it was very unlikely, judging by the sarcasm with which they took the complaint. Indeed; no uniformed man was seen in the vicinity.
Let it be what God wants!, he thought between rattles, as he approached his home. He entered the building as cautiously as possible, stumbled down the filthy hallway, and finally mustered up the courage to enter the apartment.

The door was forced open, and she felt her heart stop. Upon entering, and before he could do anything, he saw that blinding lights from reflectors and television cameras rested on the imposing figure of a portentous blonde woman, barely dressed in a tiny and transparent "Baby Doll", who was carrying a bottle of champagne. in his right hand and approached him saying: "Hello, papuchi, you are the happy winner of EXPRESS SEX, the contest that makes your erotic dreams come true. We choose you among five thousand anonymous candidates to spend the night of your dreams with me. Take everything off and come to bed, we're going to film for the EROTIC SHOCK channel, which sponsors all this. They will see you all over the world, tiger!” And the lights settled on him, while the woman threw herself on top of him and covered him with kisses.
Those were the last words Gregorio heard before fainting and falling to the floor. From there, to the intensive care unit of the nearest hospital, following a cardiac arrest, and then to the cemetery, because a few days later he died without being able to recover from the fatal shock of seeing that female, nor from the stress of those days, and without understanding what was happening.

That if: the channel Erotic Sock paid all the expenses of the internment and the burial.