HELLO DADDY! (Part II)

Contrary to what he expected, he quickly fell asleep. But unlike so many other thousand 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 go back to dozing and be visited by the same reveries, extremely realistic. Each time, he observed that he had an erection of the greatest importance, but he was no longer able to distinguish between what was dreamed and what was real. This is how one of the strangest nights of his life passed. Until morning came and he listened almost with relief to the annoying sound of the alarm clock telling him that he had to start his routine again.
Because what he didn't know is that the previous day was just the beginning of a string of torturing days. Both in the office and in his department, the calls of the unknown sexopath followed one another, before the repeated reprimand of the boss when they were during working hours. As fed up as he was scared, he summoned 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 weakening considerably due to the anguish caused by the flamboyant communications of the unknown woman, which increased in ardor with the passing of the days.
Before the sardonic gaze of the officer on duty, blushing to the point of shame and stuttering like a machine gun, he filed a complaint for "indecent harassment" at the police office, hoping in his deepest hearts that this would be enough to end that ordeal. But it was not like that.

Late after noon, night after night, the unilateral communication was repeated, until after a week Gregorio thought he was reaching the heights of panic, when he heard: “Papuchito… the day finally arrived; Tomorrow we will meet, yes or yes, and I am going to show you the sky, my goat. Prepare the bathtub, remove the things from above the closet, hang the swing and leave all the toys at hand, the party begins. Oh, I'm counting the minutes until I feel you inside me, little thing! OK, bye; Get plenty of rest, you're going to need it, sweetie."

That filled poor Gregorio. The next day… and he did not clarify the place, nor the time, for the worse. After a nightmare night and a day at the office waiting for the phone (which this time didn't ring!), 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 caused 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 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 his rattles, as he approached his home. She entered the building as cautiously as possible, staggered down the filthy hallway, and finally mustered 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 blinding lights from searchlights and television cameras resting 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 SEX EXPRESS, the contest that makes your erotic dreams come true. We choose you among five thousand anonymous candidates so that you can 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 fell on him, while the woman threw herself on him and covered him with kisses.
Those were the last words Gregorio heard before fainting and falling flat on 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 hospitalization and the burial.