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Barter Club Ch. 01

By: kurtrellians



Salohkin went with Eva. She said, "I'll show you how it works in this land." She took him through the town on foot. They passed shops and people, and cars and trams, in the street, much like in any other land Solohkin had been to. The people did not look particularly happy, just grey, like in his own land. He did not see the young people playing about much. They did not seem to want that.

She took him to a large shop, which looked like any other department store on the outside. Inside it was more like a night club. The people were dressed in their best clothes. "You can fetch a better price for yourself that way," said Eva. There were men hanging around, not talking to each other, especially waiting for partners to come along. A handsome slim man with dark hair and sideburns stood amongst them. Eva pointed him out, "He is very good looking, I think. Many women may be willing to go with him because he is good looking. They will be willing to pay for time with him. It all depends on his sexual appetite and how he views the women. We will observe for a while." 

The handsome man looked over at them briefly. Salohkin presumed he was aware of their interest in him. He gave Eva a confident gaze, and his eyes settled on her for more than a moment. "He's giving me an invitation to barter," she said. "It means he's up for sale, or if he likes me enough he'll be willing to pay me, but I don't think so," she said humbly.

"Surely you would not need to pay a man for sex Eva," said Salohkin honestly. He meant it as a compliment.

She laughed, and he thought he had said something wrong. "You are naïve," said Eva, mirthfully. "There is a price for everyone. He is very good looking. Many women will be happy to pay for him. He gets used to offering his services for money. He doesn't need to do ordinary work - or not much. He can fund much of his lifestyle through sex. I am more ordinary than he. Unless he finds me special he will expect me to pay. The uglier a woman is the more she will have to pay. He will probably be keen to do business with less attractive or older women because he earns more money that way. It all balances out. He can spend his time for nothing, and even his money, on women whom he finds attractive, or he can earn serious money from women he does not find attractive. He will have a price for each woman."

A small group of ladies walked in. They looked quite well to do, only in their late twenties. They stood to one side and began to discuss, while they surveyed the men on offer.

A man approached one of them quite soon and entered negotiations for her. She was attractive and blonde, he fairly average. Salohkin could see he was offering a price, but the lady refused. Either she was wealthy and wanted someone more attractive, or she wanted to earn more money because she relied on it. She may have offered him a price for him to pay, but the man appeared to find it too much. He shook his head and moved on to another lady.

"The blonde is being selective," explained Eva. "She wants to get either a very good looking man or the price will have to be high. She looks as if she might be fairly well off so she's looking to satisfy her own sexual desires, and she doesn't need the money too much. She would only be prepared to give herself to someone she doesn't fancy for a high price. Let's see if she likes the handsome guy over there, the one we've just been looking at. I think she will like him."

Within a few short minutes Eva's prediction came true. The blonde evidently did like the look of the handsome man. She looked at him occasionally for some time, in the time honoured way that Salohkin had experienced in his own land far away when a woman likes a man's looks and wants to dare the man to come and talk to her or dance. Back there it was a challenge, an opportunity for the man to come forward if he was brave enough or confident enough. Here it was a much more direct indication. It was a casual event for these sexually confident people of this land. There appeared to be no danger or shame in the approach. It was merely the preparatory to a simple negotiation, as simple as a business deal. In this case the man returned her gaze if he was potentially interested. What man would not have been interested in this attractive woman. Her beauty was obvious. Her low cut dress gave as much flesh on the arms and shoulder and back as would be reasonable in his society, and her dress was short, very short. Her legs were long and slender without blemish in this half light. Perfect age, perfect beauty. Salohkin wanted her too, but he was new to this place. What Eva was explaining was all new to him, it shocked and surprised him, but it also excited him greatly. 

In this land there was no expectation that a man should always approach the woman. There were no excuses for the woman to fall back on if she lacked the courage to bid for a man she liked. Here every man was on offer and all a woman had to do was to approach the man if she wished it. The men could just as easily approach the women. Here everyone seemed to have a practical approach towards the opposite sex. If you liked the look of someone, or maybe just wanted to earn some money by providing a service you could enter a contract with that person. There was no reason to be shy. There would be a price in most cases, one way or the other. The woman noted the handsome man's attention and took it quickly to be an invitation to barter. She wasted no time. In a blink she was stood before him offering herself.

"What do you think the price will be, and who will pay it?" Salohkin asked Eva.

"It isn't so easy to say. I think they are both naturally attracted to each other. What do you think? Do you find her attractive?" asked Eva.

"Oh yes, she's very attractive."

"Then she may try to offer a price for herself and the man may agree to it. But she cannot pitch it too high, because he may have any woman and he can earn money. It depends whether he wants to earn money badly, or whether he is willing to pamper his own fantasies. He might even be happy to part with some of his own cash for such an attractive woman," speculated Eva, without conclusion.

The woman seemed to suggest a price and the man appeared to shake his head and counter with his own price. It was impossible to tell whether they were negotiating a price for her services or for his. Perhaps they were both trying to raise a price for themselves.

"I think maybe she has offered some money for him, and he is trying for a higher price, but I could very easily be wrong," suggested Eva. "I know I would be willing to pay quite a lot for him."

"I think she would perhaps be worth money for him," declared Salohkin. It occurred to him that Eva's guided tour was fast turning into an argument about how much they each fancied the two individuals in question.

"You are getting the idea at least," declared Eva realising that they could go around in circles considering this question. "You may even be right. We both find them attractive, so we would both be willing to pay for them."

The blonde shrugged and agreed to something. The man slipped his arm around her waist and she reciprocated, and they headed out of the clublike area towards the lifts. There were rooms here, Eva said, which lovers could go to, charged by the hour, but not expensive. "We cannot know what they agreed. It is between them," said Eva. "Maybe they exchanged no money for this. It does happen, usually if they are well matched, or maybe she agreed to pay something for him, but it probably wasn't much."

Meanwhile two of the other ladies, who came in the same group as the blonde, had disappeared 'upstairs' with the men of their choice. The two remaining members of their group remained in the 'club'. A series of men came over to them and chatted briefly while attempting to negotiate a price. Presumably the ladies were being selective because all these men went away with deals unmade. Salohkin watched as more ladies came in in ones and twos this time. Some of these were very ordinary looking. Nonetheless they had no trouble finding a partner. In some cases the men who had been disappointed before came up to them. Eva said the 'plain' women would be paying the men. Large amounts for the best looking, small amounts for the more average looking men. Sometimes the women approached the men. Most first time approaches led to agreements and the new couples made their way in turn to the lifts. Occasionally couples would come down together or separately, having finished their enjoyments. Sometimes some of these people would hang around when they came down, to wait for friends, or for the energetic, unsatiated or love addicted, to find their next partner. Some wanted to earn money, some were doing this purely for pleasure; probably most did this for a combination of the two reasons.

"Have you seen enough," asked Eva. "Do you like what you see? Perhaps you are ready to try your own luck at this. You might even earn some money," she smiled.

"I can see now how all this works," said Salohkin. "It seems so easy. I can't easily believe that people could make contact with one another so easily, so casually. Where I come from large numbers are consigned to loneliness because we lack the confidence to reach out to each other. We think we are too ugly or we are not able to play the silly games required to find a partner. Every relationship is taken so seriously. The rules are complex and vary, depending on where you live and who you are. Here it is so open. It is merely a business transaction and everybody is doing it. It is difficult for me to approve. This is so different from the way I am used to. It seems wrong. Where I come from this sort of behaviour would be criticised, although some people do practice behaviour of a similar type. I think I like it, but that is probably only because I was not very good at the games we have to play where I come from. This way seems simpler and therefore is attractive."

"Your homeland sounds terrible," said Eva. She was listening intently to what he said. His shyness concerning sex was becoming more understandable. She would ask him more about his life, and the culture he came from later. "You must tell me more later." She wanted to see if she could persuade him to have a go at the normal pastime of sex. Then he would really understand how it worked here. She liked the look of Salohkin when she first saw him. Their introduction had been when she offered to have sex with him. She had walked up to him and offered him 10 demos to make love. She had judged him better looking then herself. She tended to offer a reasonable amount if she liked the look of someone because she didn't really care about that sort of money. It did not really matter at those prices, but it was enough to tempt a reluctant man, even if he wasn't bothered about her, or wasn't feeling sexually inclined. She preferred to offer a reasonable amount rather than haggle. She left it to her men to determine whether she was worth a reduction in price. Most people were fair minded about such things, although maybe she sold herself short too often. She didn't really mind; she valued sex and was prepared to pay for the types of men she preferred. It was a low cost compared with the amounts ugly people had to pay for sex.

She had stepped forward to Salohkin as he stood on the pavement and asked in the normal way, "Are you interested? I'll give you 10." There was never any need to mention the words sex or love; everyone knew what was being offered. It was a normal event. He had looked at her quizzically, innocently, and said, "Interested? Interested in what?" in a funny accent. She had mentally stumbled a little at that. She had not been prepared for that sort of response. Everyone knew what the word interested meant. There was no need to explain it further. She thought that he had perhaps not heard her properly, although she had heard him repeat the word 'interested' so he must have heard. Anyway she had repeated her invitation and he had persisted with his question. "What do you want?" he had asked.

What could she say to that? Wasn't it obvious? How should she put it? "I'm asking you would you like a session? I'm prepared to give you 10."Again he did not respond. It seemed he must be slow in the head. He did not say anything. Maybe he was judging what she was worth to him, but he did not seem to be looking at her that way. He looked genuinely perplexed, but how could he be? She concluded this man must be a bit strange. Perhaps this was his negotiating ploy, to get more money off her. He must be desperate for money and be trying to encourage her to raise her offer. It was rather rude and she did not like to encourage that sort of antisocial behaviour, but maybe he was a bit weird in bed too. Maybe he would be quite an exciting and unusual partner. So she upped her offer, "I'll give you 15 if you want. I don't mind."

"15 what?" he said. "What are you talking about lady. Please explain what you want."

Taken even more aback she expanded to this specific question, "15 demos of course. What do you think I mean? Well are you interested? I can't go too high. That's a lot."

"Ah 15 demos," he said. "Money. You want to give me 15 demos. What for? What do you want me to do in return? You mean would I like to earn some money?"

This guy was very strange. She now realised he had only just realised she was offering money, and he did not seem to appreciate that she was offering sex. She now began to think that maybe he was a stranger, a foreigner. That was why he spoke with a strange accent and did not seem to understand the implications of her simple question.

Realising now that this guy did not realise what she was offering, she spelled it out to him. "I'm asking you, would you like to spend an hour or two with me this afternoon for sex?"

He looked slightly confused at this and seemed not to know what to say to her. She began to think she ought just to walk away. This stranger was not quite with it. Maybe he had never been here before and did not understand the language well enough, or perhaps he was one of those she had heard about but never met, who were monogamous and would not have sex with strangers, from overseas.

Finally he found the words, "You're asking me would I like to spend an hour or two with you this afternoon for sex? You mean you want to have sex with me." He smiled as if she had just said something very funny, and laughed, making a funny sound at the back of his throat. "You aren't joking are you?" He said this in such a way as to say that he thought she had been serious in her offer but could not completely trust it, and was making a joke of it just in case she had not been serious. This man was a stranger to the continent; that much she knew now. He was one of those who was monogamous and not used to having sex with strangers. She could not read him at all. Maybe he found her repulsive. Maybe he did want her, but because of his culture, could not have her. She did not know. He kept his thoughts in his mind, and his words were not telling her very much.

"Yes that's right. You've got it right, and no I am not joking. It is a serious offer," she said to put his mind at rest.

"That's nice," he said, "I don't get asked that very often. Well, never really. So you must be a prostitute then. I did not imagine this was a red light district. So you're asking me to pay 10 or 15 demos for sex with you. That's good. It sounds quite cheap, but I thought you said you wanted to give me 15 demos. It doesn't make sense."

"That's right. I'm offering you 15 demos to have sex with you. You've got it right, at last. I'll do it for free, or even accept cash from you, if you prefer it that way," she said.

"So wait a minute. You're not charging me for sex. You actually want to pay me for sex. This is amazing. No one has ever offered to pay me for sex. This is fantastic. So you're not a prostitute?" he asked.

"I don't know what you mean by that. What is a prostitute?" she asked.

"You don't know? A hooker or a whore? A lady who sells her body for money?"

"I don't know those words," she said, "but we all sell our bodies for money here. That's a cute way of putting it. Everyone does that in this part of the world. Men and women. Sometimes the men pay; sometimes the women; it all depends."

He was still smiling and laughing slightly. She could not understand what he found so funny. What she was saying made perfect sense to her, but he seemed to be laughing at her, or at what she was saying. She couldn't decide which. She did not like to be taken for a fool; she felt as if she was being patronised by this man, and she was not used to that. She did not dislike him otherwise. He was naïve and strange, but the conversation was proving interesting, if only he would stop laughing at her. The conversation was so unusual that her sexual need had begun to fade. She could have sex later. If this guy did not want it there were plenty of others. She hadn't had sex yet today but she could wait another hour or two. There was no hurry. Sometimes she even went a couple of days without it. She thought, 'I'll talk to this guy, find out where he comes from and why he's here, why he doesn't seem to want sex, and see what makes him tick. He is listening to me, and we're having a very interesting conversation, if only he would stop laughing. Maybe when I explain how things work in this country he will decide he wants me. If not it doesn't matter.' 

Barter Club Ch. 02



"Well," said Eva, "have you seen enough. Do you feel ready to have a go at the 'great game' now? I am sure one of the ladies over there would be happy to go with you, probably pay you something to do it if you need some incentive, or you could try one of the very attractive ones over there. You are quite attractive so they might be keen to do it with you, but if not you can easily afford to pay them a bit more. Or if not, my offer still stands. Make love to me. I would like that even more now I know how civil and gentle you are. Offer me a reasonable price for yourself and I will pay it, but don't make it too high because I can always make an arrangement with a different man."

He wasn't answering straight away. This was a new situation for him evidently, although he had been with women before, he had told her. "You don't have to choose me. Go for one of the other ladies. I don't mind. I won't be missing out." She judged that perhaps he would prefer one of the other ladies, but did not wish to appear rude to herself. Eva could see he was a very sensitive man, always reluctant to hurt anyone's feelings. He did not appear to have a very strong opinion of himself, but if he had enjoyed as little sex as he had told her it was unsurprising that he had low sexual confidence. She wondered if he would have the courage.

Salohkin was thinking. He felt nervous, as always before the prospect of sex with a new person. What was holding him back? He had come here as a traveller, unaware of the local sexual practices, and it had caught him off balance. At first he had been convinced that if Eva was not a prostitute she must be winding him up. He had half believed her but had needed to be convinced. This place, the city, the country, the continent, what he had seen of it so far, looked so normal. People worked and travelled, and ate food in much the same way as back home. The sexual liaisons were not obvious to the casual observer. If anything the people looked so serious, as if they were working hard, and not having all that much fun. Liaisons occurred on the street as Eva had shown him, and she had pointed to others making contact but they all went away behind closed doors for the sex. They wore attractive clothes. The women looked fabulous, and they were well dressed. The clothes were 'liberated' but not particularly revealing. Couples held each other after contact and kissed fairly politely, but they more usually went with their arms around each other, or arm in arm, until they were indoors. There were no great displays of affection or lust such as you could see in his own country. It appeared to be a very businesslike transaction, done without much humour or warmth, although he still could not comment on the kind of lovemaking which went on in the bedroom. Well it was time to find out.

He was very excited. If everything he had seen and Eva had told him was really true, and he still could not fully believe it, sex was on tap any time he wanted it. While he stayed here he need never be lonely for love. Relationships he had seen so far in this land however looked too casual to have any great warmth or passion about them. He was just finding out about the system here. Presumably not everybody indulged in this extreme casual promiscuity. There must be marriages and loyal partnerships, and families, surely. Nonetheless a casual relationship would suit him. He had never wanted to marry anyone he had ever been with before, and had always fantasised about being very promiscuous.

Eva was waiting for him to answer her. He sensed she might be upset if he did not choose her, although she certainly encouraged him to choose whoever he liked and said she did not mind. Perhaps he was reading it all wrong. If she could have sex with different men every day what would he matter to her? He was just another statistic. But he had allowed her to be his guide and kept her from her sexual exercises. He felt he owed her sex now because she had been so patient with him. That was a strange thought for him to have because he normally thought of sex as a form of begging. A man had to ask women if they would let him make love with them. He had rarely felt women really wanted sex from him. If a woman wanted to reward him for being patient or funny, or spending money on her, then sex was the reward. He had often felt guilty about asking for sex from a woman. It was something he felt they did not give lightly, and they usually had ulterior motives for giving it. He had been with prostitutes too on occasion. They were almost as bad as 'normal' women. They certainly wanted something - money, but they always seemed to want more of it than you expected. Again they had ulterior motives. They could be far worse than 'normal' women, because they did not need to work at the 'relationship'. Would these women in this strange country be any different? He hoped so. Eva seemed different. She really seemed to want sex. For that reason alone he would choose Eva. He already knew her, and she was nice, and patient, and he knew she wanted sex. Any other stranger here would have seemed like a gamble, just like the women at home. At least Eva was genuine.

When Eva had approached him he had liked the look of her from the start. A medium height woman, with an average but very wholesome sort of face. Hers was the sort of face whose owner doesn't usually think is particularly special, but is quite satisfied with, which the opposite sex actually finds very attractive. In this place Eva appeared sexually confident, because sex was so easy to obtain. She might not win any contests, but she was very feminine. Her black hair was cut down to her shoulders; her skin was white, no trace of tanning. She wore a blue blouse and a black skirt. Nothing was especially remarkable, but to most men she would be attractive, fairly standard, maybe above. Her legs were bare in the warm summer, nicely shaped, not fat, reasonably muscled as if she did a reasonable amount of exercise. Her age? Well he thought she might be a bit younger than himself. He was thirty. That put her at somewhere in her late twenties, he concluded. Yes he did fancy her.

"I would like to do it with you Eva," he began shyly, unwilling to voice the words make love, or sex. "I think you look gorgeous," he did not avoid that strong compliment. "Can we do it without money, or would you like to charge me." He was joking again now, but Eva recognised that he was only joking about the money. She was getting to understand him at last. She held out her arm and he took it.

As they walked towards the lift he slipped his arm right around her, and she did the same. His heart began to pound. This was it. He had not had any sex for months. It always made him nervous and excited, with unfamiliar people. You had to let go of your caution sometimes and just go for it. Once you've started the path, or taken the plunge you had to relax and flow with it. She had pressed the lift button - there were four lifts altogether in this building. One lift quickly opened and they slid inside. He had time to notice that all of it, the sides, the ceiling and the floor of the lift, were all mirrored. In the mirror he saw her press the button for one of the levels, then she was all over him. She took his face in her hands and kissed him strongly on his lips. Her tongue was out, and she licked his face, while her arms attacked his body, feeling it, around his shoulders, down his back, into the crack between his buttocks. He responded, there was no purpose in further words. He massaged her through her clothes and licked her face. He could feel her breasts and her buttocks. Quickly, too soon, they were at the floor she had selected. The doors began to open. Eva stopped her lustful behaviour, although she still held him. There was a curious privacy about these people. Sex was an everyday adventure for them, but they did not like to show it in public. He wondered why, storing it in his mind to ask Eva later.

She led him out into the corridor. It looked like just any hotel corridor. They turned left and she looked at the lights above the door handles. "Red is engaged," she said, "green is free." The first few on both sides were red, and Salohkin began to appreciate just how many people were probably having sex in this building right now; many more than just the few couples he had seen entering and leaving the lifts down below. It seemed that most couples, when they came upstairs couldn't wait to get into the first room available. Well, if the females were going at the males in the way Eva had done in the lift it was easy to see why.

Eva found a green door. There was a slot in the handle itself. "The handle doesn't turn unless we pay for our room," said Eva.

"How much does it cost?" asked Salohkin, momentarily beginning to feel distracted from the thought of sex again.

"Only 3 or 4 demos," said Eva, it depends how busy the rooms are. They put the price up at peak times from 3 to 4."

"How much is it now?" he asked.

"Only 3 at the moment," she answered.

He began to fumble in his pockets for some coins. Eva smiled as he did so, then slotted 3 demos into the handle. The green light changed to blue, and she turned the handle and pulled him in. The room was smallish, but large enough for a double bed, a shower in the corner and a window out onto the street, with curtains. There was nothing overlooking the room so they left the curtains open. There was a large mirror on the wall, opposite the bed, and apart from the curtains and bedsheets, nothing else to decorate the white walls and green carpet.

"Would you like me to have a shower," asked Salohkin, nervously.

"No," she said, "I don't want to wait." She had already stripped off her blouse and was unfastening her bra. "Can you help me with this?" He stepped over and unfastened the bra. She caught his hands and laid them on her breasts. He hugged her close from behind and kissed her again. She was undoing her skirt and kicked her shoes away. Breathlessly she said, "Take my skirt off for me." He reached down, nuzzling her back with his face, as he went and drew her skirt, and then her panties down. It seemed appropriate to massage her around the crotch. She seemed to want this so he licked her crotch from behind and stuck his fingers into her vagina, and stroked her gently. His penis was fully erect now. 

She began to moan and pant. "Faster," she said. He stroked more firmly and faster. For a while she moaned more loudly, but then she decided it was time for him to take all his clothes off. She started to unbuckle his trousers, as he unbuttoned his shirt. When he was naked she massaged his penis, reaching to the bedside table for a condom. She unwrapped it on in a swift practised move, and took it into her mouth, rubbing his thighs and testicles at the same time. She started softly, but as she judged he wanted it harder she bobbed her head on it more vigorously. He began to feel he might cum soon. As if reading his thoughts and deciding it was not yet time. She stopped and drew back to the bed. She threw herself back onto it and invited him onto her. He was able to mount her quite easily as she opened her legs wide, and his penis remained hard despite the interruption. He thrust into her quite hard and she reached up to hold him as he did it. 

"That's it," she cried, "keep doing it." She moaned and groaned as he fucked her. His hands wandered, massaging his torso as he plunged into her. He wondered, in the back of his mind, how long he was going to be able to stay hard, but his cock never slackened. Soon he was nearing the point of no return. He concentrated on her breasts, which swayed attractively below him. Then he saw the beauty of her shoulders and neck, then concentrating on her stomach. He could see his penis entering her, fucking her, pumping her full. He could not stop now, even if she had wanted him to. He cried out and thrust with complete wild abandon. He felt deliciously dirty, like an animal, his true self. His orgasm lasted a long time. It was upon him, but would not complete. It drove him to continue wildly, crying out. Then it washed on top of him and carried him, and the whole focus of the world was his penis, entering her sweet body. Total involvement, and then it was all over. His fluids shot quickly into the little bag deep within her. He kept fucking for a few strokes, savouring the moment, unable to stop, wanting it to continue.

"Stay in me," she said, wrapping her arms around him, and bringing him down onto her. They kissed, exchanging tongues, wandering hands, while his penis became softer, but refused to lose its passion completely. She hinted that she wanted her turn by bringing her hand down to her cunt lips and trying to stroke herself, but his body was still upon her. He pulled out and began to massage her all over, as she slowly stimulated herself. Then he took over, fingering and licking her clitoris. Gradually she became wild, and with the aid of her hand also, they both brought her to a roaring climax.

They laid together on the bed for a while then they began to talk again. " You're very good at this," he said, "or maybe its just because I find you very attractive." 

"Well I get plenty of practice. You're not so bad yourself. I can tell you have done this before."

"Not very much, not nearly often enough. But at least I know roughly what to do," he said. "What do you normally do now? If you're with a stranger you've just picked up downstairs, or on the street."

"Quite often we get up and go our separate ways after the first fuck. We don't always want to talk much. What is there to say to a stranger? But sometimes if it meant a lot to us we agree to meet again in the future. I have many boyfriends who I contact regularly or from time to time. But I often like the simplicity of a stranger who I won't see again. Who knows though, I often do meet them again down in the club, if we're both locals. Sometimes we make love a few times in one afternoon, and may often spend the rest of the day together, work permitting. Sometimes if we have a quickie I just go downstairs and get another one. I have been known to have four or five different men in one afternoon, if I'm feeling horny."

"You seem to prefer strangers to regular lovers. Your regular lovers can't be very regular?" he asked.

"I have quite a few regulars," replied Eva, " but they vary between once a month to a couple of times a week. Most of us like a variety of partners. Its what keeps life interesting. Why settle for one lover when we can have many. Only a few people here have one lover. They're weird, not very highly sexed probably."

"Where I come from it is expected that we only have one partner at a time," explained Salohkin, "although many break the rules if they can get away with it. The public philosophy says that the ideal is to find one partner as soon as you can in life, who you feel you feel you can settle down with. Then you marry them and take them for the rest of your life and you raise a family with your partner. In practice it doesn't work that well, although many marriages do survive. When a marriage fails and the partners wish to separate they often find someone else to marry. Some people have three, four or even five marriages during their life. The same sort of thing applies if a man has a girlfriend. He is supposed to remain loyal to her, but if the relationship breaks down he may take another girlfriend.

"Many people where I live would prefer your system, but they have to fit in with our system. They are afraid of getting into trouble with their wives or girlfriends. Women generally seem to believe in the rules more than the men, but not all of them do.

"In my country we believe if we live together or have a monogamous relationship it must be of a higher quality than the casual relationship. This club would be disapproved of by many because they would say such a relationship would have no quality. They mean many different aspects of the relationship suffer. There is supposed to be bad sexual communication, strangers do not understand each others' goals or requirements; the sex can be unsuccessful, and is therefore felt by many to be psychologically harmful. A full relationship shares many other things apart from sex --a closer, deeper, non physical love, understanding, shared interests, friendship and support, and stability to bring up the children in a family. I think probably you will be missing some of these things in your casual society."

"This is very interesting," Eva said, "but I don't think it would suit me. I like men too much." She reached for him again and began to kiss him on different parts of his body. She was becoming disinterested in conversation, and her appetite for sex was still strong. The reminder of her physical touch brought stirrings back into his penis. Sensing this she stroked it and kissed his testicles, reaching over for another condom, which she fitted as quickly as the last, and placed his penis deep into her mouth. She moved around slightly so he could lick and finger her again. They began again, more slowly this time. He hoped she would want him to be one of her regulars when they finished.