Sex: Male
Age: 22
Hair/eye/skin color: Brown/Brown/White, but with a slight tan
Measurements: 6'3", 195 lbs.
bio: Part of an organization called the "Stellar Peace Force" (SPF), and his squad is on Earth to investigate certain "strange" events. While the group is not exactly a secret one, Greg has been keeping it to himself (in other words, other characters won't know unless he tells them
). After a few days on-duty, one of Greg's squad-mates notices the stress taking a toll on him, and suggests this massage parlor as a way to relieve it. Being a virgin*, however, Greg doesn't know of his friend's "additional" reasons for wanting him to go there.*While he is a virgin, Greg knows enough about sex to "throw a good party;" he just hasn't tried it yet.
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"This must be the place," said Greg, as he opened the door. As he walked in, and made his way to the front desk, he could hear voices coming from the back, louder than what he'd expect at most physical therapy centers. "Odd, for a place to relieve stress..." Greg mumbled to himself, with curiosity, and a bit of concern for whoever those voices belonged to. While his first thought was to investigate, he concluded that it's probably just another patient, perhaps getting some special treatment.
After ringing the desk's bell, Greg sat down to read a magazine, while he waited for his turn. The cover stories seemed rather strange for a massage parlor, however..."'The fundamental harem guide?' 'Firmer breasts in 20 days?' Just what kind of therapy do the give out, here?" Greg muttered, pondering if he had the right address. Over time, however, the voices echoing from the hall became too much for consistent reading. Frustrated with all the racket, Greg decided that he'd head back there, and demand an explanation. "Who could possibly relax with all this noise?" he grumbled, marching down the halls in search of the source.
Once he had pinpointed the room where all the noise was coming from, Greg knocked on the door a few times. No response. He tried again, with the same results. After failing to find a doorbell, or any other means of getting their attention, Greg concluded that he'd have to actually go in to make his case. He counted to three, took a deep breath, and opened the door. "You know, you're being pretty..." Greg's sentence cut off abruptly as he discovered what had been ringing in his ears, his eyes widened, and his legs locked in place, the shock and bewilderment making him unaware of even his own 9-inch erection, which was now struggling against his pants for air. After about two seconds, he realized what he had done, blushed a bright crimson-red, turned around, and stumbled over his words as he tried to apologize. "Mother of Mary Poppins, HQ is gonna kick my teeth in over this one..." Greg thought to himself, cursing his clumsy intrusion.
