Fuck to Play: Negotiating a Record Deal with Life Selector – Pt. 3

So, I’m trying to fuck band manager Simony Diamond and have her sign my garage band to one hell of a deal, but she’s reluctant. Why? ‘Cause I’m a godawful guitar player who jumps ahead, pulling out his dick when nothing positive, not even your most basic pleasantry, has been exchanged. Simony already rejected me once, but thanks to Life Selector’s resume/revise options, I can take a few steps back and adjust my tactics.

Instead of whipping it out as abruptly as Eddie Murphy does in Bowfinger when cornering those saucy Lakers Girls, this time I play it more cool, letting my fingers wander up Simony’s thigh. Now, this is clearly more her speed! Parting her legs and quickening her breathing, she’s reacting just as I’d hoped she would. I can’t stop there, though, not with a woman this incredibly seductive at my virtual fingertips. Life Selector presents a choice: a twix attack (two fingers, two holes) or grabbing a finger-sized vibe to help my would-be Svengali cum. Since I’m trying to land myself a killer deal and a platinum record or ten, I opt for the later. She cums hard, gasping for air as her thighs quiver. So far, so good.

Now she wants to, in the words of Dirk Diggler, “feel my heat”. I’m not even given an option here, it’s fuck or nothing, so I fuck. Missionary and doggy are my position options, but I can also fuck her anally, grab that vibe and make her cum again, or skip straight to my own climax; where’s the fun in that? Do I spend the eight additional token it’ll cost to butt-fuck this Hungarian rock exec? How do I know she won’t freak out and show me the door? I suppose I don’t and won’t unless I take the rear-passage plunge, so I dump my tokens and am instantly inside her ass, plugging away.

Strangely, this immediate leap to the next selected activity can make Life Selector feel less than truly interactive porn and more like a selection of clips that play at a moment’s notice, ’cause that’s exactly what it is. After pounding her ass for a while, I decide it’s time to blow this joint (so to speak) and hit the ‘Cumming’ button. Suddenly she’s not on her back but her knees and I’m not fucking her ass but her pussy. How did this happen? What smooth line did I attempt while turning her over? These are the little erotic treasures missing from Life Selector. Even if the life you desire is filled with impersonal romps with complete strangers who are just as likely to dismiss you as they are bend over and grab their ankles, don’t you want to experience the little things? Isn’t it just like Al Pacino’s Ricky Roma tells a client in Glengarry Glen Ross? That of the great fucks you may have had, the thing you remember probably isn’t your orgasm; it’s something her hair did, something she said… the things Life Selector seems to be missing.

Whatever the case, fucking Simony Diamond in the ass got me and my bandmates to our first show. Check out these adoring fans!

concert for Mr. Pink's

But with the burning need for mass adoration driving me back to the garage to practice and dream, what’s next for the guitar-slinging, groupie-fucking, Madison Square Garden-filling Mr. Pink?

Fuckin’ Like a Rock Star with Life Selector – Pt. 2

Simony Diamond“Rock chicks like it rough, don’t they?” With that and my desire to entertain thousands at the biggest stadiums in the country in mind, I chose to pull the hair of my very first groupie mid-blowjob. The young lady doing the blowing, the one I previously identified as Simony Diamond, is in fact someone else entirely. (Life Selector isn’t as clear as it should be when identifying its models.) Whoever she is, her accent is trés sexy, her fashion sense is somewhere between Avril Lavigne and Jenna Haze in groupie mode, and she seemed to respond well to my virtual hair-pulling; so well that she’s decided something else is in order. Now, do I want a handjob (nah), to explode on her face (maybe) or fill her mouth with my seed (perhaps). For visual flair, I’ll choose a facial. And with that, dear reader, I blast my nameless first groupie from brow to chin, huffing and puffing as I make my deposit. She seems satisfied enough, but I’ve still got rock star dreams to fulfill. Which brings me to (the real) Simony Diamond.

Reclining on a sofa, tattoos on full display, iPhone (in KISS case) in her hand, texting, band manager Simony Diamond looks up to greet me.
“Hi, I’ve heard about you,” she says in a thick Hungarian accent and pointing to a purple Gibson Les Paul, she asks to be shown some of my skills. From the way she continues texting and occasionally rolling her eyes, I can tell she’s not an fan of poorly composed, inauthentic sounding midi-guitar. Another choice appears: Do I show her my “finger technique” or impress her with “my other great skill” (a.k.a.: my dick!)?

This being the virtual fulfillment of my destiny, I pull my dick out and expect her to leap on it. After all, it’s a pretty hefty thing and she doesn’t seem that enthralled in her heavy metal magazine. With my cock out and erect, I sit there on the sofa before the incredible Simony Diamond. She bolts upright! “Hey, go out, motherfucker!” she yells, pointing towards the door. “Shit! Go out!”

I blew it, folks, but thanks to Life Selector’s resumable, amendable storylines, I can simply jump back to the beginning, follow the same path as before and simply pick an alternate option at the moment of crisis.

Join me next week as I endeavor to not only nail that contract but Ms. Diamond, too.

My Racy New Life with Life Selector Pt. 1

Life SelectorI love my job, don’t get me wrong, but sometimes it seems like every site that comes under review is essentially the same as the one before it. Does it have HD videos and high-res pics? Does it allow streaming and downloading? Is there anything that’ll cause viewers to pitch a fit of righteous indignation? Then something comes along that changes everything. The kind of site we’ve been dreaming of here at Mr. Pink’s has finally arrived and it bears the name Life Selector.

As you may have already seen in our recently published first review of Life Selector, the site is essentially a Choose Your Own Adventure-style virtual world in which you can play any number of roles, each one taking you on a different path that ultimately (you hope) lands you in the lap and loins of some devastatingly lusty woman, the likes of which you’d never have a shot at in real life. The 124 episodes currently online range in theme from simple stripteases and bedroom romps to lascivious outdoor exhibitionist fantasies that see you meeting, charming, fucking, and pasting a stunning babe in all of 45 minutes. And all this because you’re a virtual business exec who makes all the right decisions on your path to poon heaven.

As I embark on this, my first real, length venture into the world of Life Selector, I decided to choose an episode that echoed the fantasies that’ve been plaguing my mind for decades: A Rock Star is Born. According to the episode’s preamble, if I guide the decisions correctly I could not only go from fledgling amp-destroyer to full-blown rock god and take my band along with me, I could slip my rhythm stick between the thighs of, well… whoever these girls are.

rockstarisborn

After arriving late (’cause that’s what cool people do), I found my bandmates already bored of the possibilities presented by six strings and ample wattage; they were dumping quarters into a slot machine and drinking beer. Arriving shortly after me, though, was this woman, Simony Diamond, who insisted on blowing me in thanks for the totally wicked riffage I just blasted her face with. But now I’m presented with more options: slap her face, pull her hair, or have her “lick the balls” – what to do?

Without treading carefully, this all could go haywire. After all, how many killer bands were destroyed by dicking around? If I cock-slap this groupie and she turns out to be a bandmate’s go-to, I could be looking for a new stage on which to erect my Marshall stack.

Stay tuned as I vainly attempt to rekindle the hard-rockin’ times of my youth with Life Selector. Folks, this could get trashy!