6 comments/ 63437 views/ 15 favorites The Futon By: rikkitampa2014 "And what have we here?" My wife, and my adult daughter Brittany's mom, had just burst in like a whirlwind. Britt and I were sitting, back to front, on the couch watching an on-demand movie, Britt's unfortunate choice. The movie sucked, not that I cared. To keep warm in the chilly high-ceilinged downstairs, we'd pulled a comforter up to your necks. Life was good. Until... "What's going on under the blanket?" Karla forcefully enquired. "Mom, take a hike," Britt replied. "Let's see...," Karla said, yanking the grey, pleated comforter back. Suddenly we were exposed. "Oh, nice," Karla added, tapping a disapproving high-heeled foot. "Very nice. Father and daughter. Naked." "I'm not naked I'm wearing panties," Britt protested. "With daddy's cock pressed against your butt?" "He's not hard," she lied. "We're watching a movie. Go to bed, mom." It was cold. Britt leaned forward, out of my arms, and pulled the comforter back up to her chin. "And where have you been all evening, Ms. Judgmental?" "With a friend," Karla replied hautily. "What do you care?" "Daddy cares," Britt protested, my hands regaining her firm, bare tits under the comforter. "If he cared he'd do something about it." "He fucks me just fine, mommy." (I winced.) "I'm not responsible for your lack of standards, Brittany." "Fuck you, mom. You're a slut." "Bitch!" Karla attempted a slap. Both Britt and I, arms frantically out of covers, blocked it. "Go to bed, mom. You're embarrassing yourself." "Oh I'm embarrassing myself?" Karla declared, standing before us in her fuck-me heels, short-short skirt and cleavage-baring blouse. "That's right, mom," Britt countered. "You're too fucking old to be out slumming with guys half your age." "I'll have you know a 20-something-guy fucked me tonight. He said it was the best sex he'd ever had..." "Sure thing, mom," Britt replied. "Go to bed, OK? We're trying to watch a movie." "What movie?" I was once again groping my daughter's tits under the covers. They were an exact replica of her mother's—only slightly larger, and firmer. What bliss! "Go to bed, mom." "I know where I'm not wanted," Karla said indignantly, climbing the stairs. "Slut," Britt muttered. "Be nice," I said, to my daughter. I dipped a finger between her legs. She was wet, juicy, slick. I wanted to plunge my tongue in. My hard cock. "Let's go in my bedroom," Britt suggested, reading my mind. The bedroom of her childhood she'd recently reoccupied after college, grad school (which I paid for), and a year spent "finding herself." And discovering that the real world wasn't to her liking. She called it...a quarter-life crisis. I paused the movie, we tossed the covers back and headed to... ...the futon I'd built for her, and stained and varnished, when, her junior year in highschool? Now it proved the perfect platform for me dropping to my knees, as my daughter lay back, lifted her legs and I re-acquainted myself with her clean, sweet, delicious, wet pussy. I licked and I licked. I tongued her. I sucked her clit. "Oh daddy," she moaned. She moved back and I climbed between her thick legs. I entered her. She wrapped her thighs around my back. It was beyond pleasurable. I fucked her. I came, prematurely, of course. She cried out—I'm sure just to make me feel potent, productive. Her daddy. I pulled out, involuntarily. My cum dripped from my daughter's vagina onto her unsheeted off-white mattress. The bedroom door opened. "So this is what goes on when I'm not at home?" "Go away, mom," Britt said languorously, on her back. "Father-daughter incest?" "What about you cheating on dad with other guys?" "We have an arrangement!" Karla protested. "Well so do we. So go away." "I'll go away!" slamming my daughter's bedroom door. "What a bitch," Britt observed. "She's your mother," I said. "So?" "Be nice." "She disrespects you." "I'm OK with that. I have you." "Kiss me," Britt said. We kissed on the lips. I squeezed my daughter's breast swells. My limp penis was still—sort of—insider her. "Daddy...," she said. "Oh, darling." "I love you." My cum was leaking out of my daughter onto her futon mattress. This was bliss. Pure unadulterated bliss... The Future is A Warm Summer Breeze All persons involved in this story are over 18 years of age. ______________________________________________ Jennifer Myers / Philosophy 101 September 28, 3014 / Professor Stevens The intent of this thought experiment it to explain sexuality today to an individual alive a 1000-years ago. To begin I will explain gender... we aren't born into a gender like you are; There is no steering a child towards a pink bedroom if they happen to have a vagina or one of cerulean blue if they have a penis. Our society universally judges it retrogressive to assign gender based on only category of genitalia at birth. In our world people decide their own identity... it is not simply assigned to them at birth. When a person is the age of ten or so the gender is usually clearly established. One unintended "side-effect" of our system is that there is simply more females than males in the world now. People just seem to prefer the female identity. This unintended externality actually makes for a much more socially positive population than existed in the past. Naturally the decline in the male gender has led to a less criminal, less violent and overall happier humanity. It was never the intention of our people to get rid of the men... it is merely a progressive and fortunate corollary of individuals choosing be who they truly are without the interferences of bigotry. The next thing I must explain about our sexuality is that we don't have any disease. All disease was cured in the year 2449, its earth's most precious achievement... the complete control of our biology. It would be unjust for me to think I can truly know the suffering of your time, when by merely giving another sexual pleasure you risk disease and death. With empathy I can say I understand why your society often viewed sex as a shameful endeavor. We have no such qualms in our time. Along with our victory over disease we have developed complete control of pregnancy. Some choose to forgo pregnancy all together and have a child in a Pediatruim where two parties' genetics can be combined to make a child born in an automated fashion with no human impregnation involved. Others continue to birth children the old fashioned way but one thing we never have in an unintended conception. With our mastery over human suffering and our biology the negative connotations surrounding sex have disappeared. Sex has become more akin to a commodity shared by everyone, not confined to just two individuals. Sex became more like food, no more something scarce and associated with survival it is now a plaything to be relished by everyone. Allow me to explain the complexities of sex in modern society with an example... this is a true story about myself. The whole thing happened two months ago when I moved into my student housing. __________________________________________________ I was a first year freshman at college and just like everyone else I was anxious about bonding with all my new roommates in my first few days on campus. I walked into my new housing unit somewhat afraid but more so excited. All I knew was that I was sharing the community space with 5 other freshman, all in the same situation as me. I didn't know what to expect, and just hoped I would like them all. About me, I'm an athletic girl. I loved soccer more than anything my entire life... it was my absolute passion all throughout high school. I have medium length brown hair and I've been told I have a more "sexy" than "cute" look. My eyes are big and brown, and my nose is a raindrop shape. But what makes my face really stand out is my lips. They have been called sultry and I always accentuate them with lots of lip gloss. Aside from my face I have an athletic body, I'm 6'1 , my tits are a perky b cup which I love because I can run and move without being hindered. My arms and legs are probably a lot more muscular than your average girl from all of my soccer workouts. And of course there's that other part of me, which might be my best feature of all, my 8 inch uncircumcised cock. Usually it's well hidden and I love to surprise my partners who are expecting a pussy. I'm hoping one of my roommates is my type because I have a much higher than average libido; I would love to have someone right at home who I can use whenever the urge strikes. I vowed that in college I won't go through what I did in high-school...sexual frustration. There were so many times when I would see a sexy boy or girl in the halls and instantly I would be stiff as a rock holding my books down over my skirt. Red-faced I would have to scamper to class quick and sit at my desk thinking of soccer until it subsided. It even became a bit of a joke with me and my girlfriends. I talked a few of them into helping me get my "release", but that's a story for another day. So there I was ready to enter my new home; I walked through the large and imposing oak doors of the condo we all were sharing. As I stepped in, I saw an enormous open staircase with some bags set along the steps. Two of the bags were bright pink, and I noted another that looked more like boys luggage. I set my bags down. There were a few voices coming from a room to my left. Moving closer to the sound I heard two people talking. I stood listening for a moment, it sounded like a guy and a girl. I knocked once and swung open the antique wooden door, on the other side was a drop dead gorgeous blond wearing a small yellow and flowing sundress. She was not wearing much makeup and had more of an all-natural' style. On her feet were she donned a pair of comfortable looking sandals that framed her sexy long purple painted toenails. She smiled at me wide and with exuberance "Hi, nice to see another girl here! I'm Ryba" "Hey Ryba, I love that name. I'm Jennifer" I replied back to her holding out my hand. "I know, right... it's a great name" she said again with that wide and warming smile. " She explained she was from a small town on Lake Michigan, and already really missed her parents. She had a genuineness to her and I could tell we would be fast friends. Next to her stood a taller than average dark skinned, muscular boy... he looked like your typical overconfident 20 year old jock. Although I can't deny there is something sexy about that type of man. He gaze met mine with a smug smile. "Hey, Jenny... Nice to see you, my name is Quinn." He said in a buoyant tone, as he looked me up and down. Sizing me up. "I see this makes two fine looking women for me in this house" He playfully added. "OH Brother, keep dreaming stud... " I laughingly chided back, in a frisky manner. I can't lie... it ALWAYS feels good to be complimented. Admittedly he was HOT, but not really my type, plus I saw the way he was looking at Ryba, like he wanted to devour her right in front of me. She played coy as if not noticing his gaze. Unconsciously she would swing out her hips and accentuate her round ass... making it perk up against the soft yellow fabric of her slinky little dress. I'm sure his big black dick is gorging itself as he sees her playfully disguise her excitement. I could tell there were some sparks flying between the pair. Those two are definitely going to be fucking soon, I mused to myself: if only I could watch. I pounced up and took a seat on the kitchen counter top. Just then I heard the front door swing open and the voices of more girls echoed through the house. The big kitchen door slowly swung open, behind it were Melanie and Juniper. Melanie was a dark skinned black girl with marvelously long legs and a flat chest. She was on the taller side at 6 feet 3 inches and skinny. She wore a tight fitting belly shirt that showed off her sculpted, ripped stomach and her sparkling pierced belly button. Over her bottom she had on a devilishly tiny pair of spandex shorts. Just by the look on her face I could tell this girl has a wild side. As I watched her gracefully move her lithe body I couldn't help but wonder what was held underneath those skimpy elastic shorts she was wearing. It was a hot day out and her body seemed to be glistening just slightly with sweat; I noticed her scent as she stepped into the room and it impelled a momentary urge of lust through body. I imagined myself behind her sexy ass right there in the kitchen in front of everybody... sliding those tight shorts off, down her long silky legs... then holding her tight by the hips and rubbing my cock up and down her slick and sweaty ass. I took a deep breath to compose myself and looked to her right where the other girl, Juniper, stood. Juniper had a demure look to her, slightly more upscale than the rest of us in the house. I could tell she was the type that mellifluously flowed amidst the stream of life... just allowing herself to be enchanted by the charisma of others. All the while she would look amazing as she let herself fall into the rabbit hole. She wore a flowing white and pink expensive looking dress with all the accessories. Her light brown hair was flawlessly straightened framing her face like an Egyptian goddess. A silver bracelet adorned her wrist accentuating her long French manicured fingernails. She was shy and to atone for it she expertly beautified herself so everyone would be enraptured at her gorgeous looks. I think Melanie was caught under her spell... she playfully chided Juniper who would bashfully flirt back with a charmed but proper demeanor, trying to restrain her obvious attraction. In my mind I thought they would make a great pair, even though I was filling with jealousy and beginning to feel isolated as I saw sparks flying between Ryba and Quinn on one side of me and Juniper and Melanie on the other. This better not be how I'm going to have to spend my freshman year I pondered to myself. Just then I heard a light knock at the kitchen door. "Hello" I heard a soft man's voice. Taking the initiative I bounced off the marble kitchen countertop and jaunted to door, opening it. Appearing before me was an absolutely flawless sexy boy. He was clean shaven and average height, slim but still in shape. His smooth and symmetrical face was more on the feminine side, which made him all the sexier to me. He peered out at me with piercing blue eyes and full lips. He wore a tight fitting blue v neck tee shirt and a stylish pair of jeans. He gave me a diffident smile biting his upper lip a bit as he stepped into the room. "My name is Kelly, nice to meet you all" he said, and we all introduced ourselves. My cock tingled and began to swell as his perfumed scent filled the air. I noticed his shapely butt as he passed by me. A thought entered my mind of man-handling him right there, gripping his tight ass, pushing his smaller body up against the cabinets to make out. I would die to dominate him like that while all the others watched. I could tell he was a little nervous but still he had a winsome lightness that was attractive. He seemed the type to avoid the social labyrinths, keeping himself at a distance he probably just wanted to focus on his academics. "And our freshman year begins, this is going to be one hell of a year!!" Quinn boasts in a vociferous tone, toasting to the now full ensemble of housemates. With a gleeful visage Ryba breathlessly chimed in "I think we all need to have a first day bonding party, you know...I have an idea; let's all go down to the pool house for the rest of the afternoon" "That would be amazing, I could really use some sun" Juniper added, as she peered over to Melanie, as if fantasizing about her dark glistening body wearing nothing but a skimpy, revealing bikini. It was decided; we all headed down about a block or so and made it to the campus pool house. We swiped our I.D. chips to the gate dweller and headed down the wide, metallic-fragranced hall to the swim selector board. We looked over all the different options for a few minutes and finally came to a consensus on a California style in-ground pool: conditions would be 80 degrees and not a cloud in the sky. We clicked the authorize button on the selector board... In just seconds the scene was loaded into the pool room. We collected ourselves in front of the bright electric white loading doors... In a flash we were on the other side. Immediately I sensed the hot summer sun bearing down onto my smooth tan body; I looked up and gauzed on the gorgeous pool, its surface was rippling in the summer breeze. A wave of excitement flushed through me when I realized I was almost naked, my nipples engorged in my exhilaration. I was wearing a super-sporty bikini, tightly wrapped onto my firm body. The bottoms were hot pink in boy short style with a bright lime florescent stripe down the side. They cupped my plump ass perfectly and completely concealed my prodigious, moist cock tucked underneath. I'm sure Kelly will be pleasantly surprised when he finds out what I have waiting for him. On top I wore a matching sporty style top that covered my perky tits. I peered around the scene admiring all my new roomies, looking beautiful and stylish in the summer rays. Quinn pulled Ryba by the hand and the pair darted off to the pool. "First one in!!" Ryba yelled out as she and Quinn flirtatiously wrestled to the pools edge. I heard an amorous scream as he almost pushed her into the pellucid, cerulean water. She lifted up on to her tippy toes just catching her balance as Quinn pulled her back from the water's edge and into his hard body. He enveloped her effervescent frame into his arms, and I saw the look of comfort and lust coruscating in Ryba's eyes. She was wearing a bright yellow bikini with a thong bottom that accented her milky white skin, her ass was deliciously plump and round looking completely bare as her body was snuggled up next to the much larger dark skinned African man. The juxtaposition of his dark, ruggid skin to her pale and baby-soft white skin was alluring. It was obvious she wanted him. "Hey I got an Idea", Ryba blurted out. "Let's all play spin the bottle... no better way to bond with each of my new roomies... Right Jenny?" A devious smile flashed in my direction. I took a look over at Kelly and caught him staring at my crotch. I'm sure his mind was pondering about what's under there. I could just tell by looking at him that he was hoping that I had a juicy big cock. I looked him up and down and gave him an 'I'm going to fuck your brains out later' look. "Yeaaa we should definitely play that... like right now, let's play!!" I looked at Kelly the whole time as I responded. "Damn girl you don't waste any time..." Quinn popped off We all sat down on the pools edge as the sound of the water rippled in the background. The sunlight poured on and my body began to glisten with sweat the sultry heat. The first few spins went by with little excitement and a few little pecks here and there. Ryba gave Melanie a little peck. Melanie kissed Quinn on the lips. Then Quinn gave the bottle a swift spin, with a 'whoossh' it started to spin and trickled to a halt pointing toward Juniper. You could tell the two just were not into each other. "HHMMMM I choose dare instead" Juniper whimsically mused. "Since when is 'DARE' an option" Kelly interjected. Looking amused, Quinn rolled with it "Okay Dare it is... since we've all seen the way you strut yourself around perking out those fine "ASSets" of yours whenever Melanie looks your way. I dare you to give Melanie a strip tease right here in front of us all... and none of that half assed shit I want real, full strip tease. That means you get naked... all the way." Quinn confidently puts his dare on the table. We all look on in anticipation. 'Yes please do it, please do it' I think to myself. All the other roomies are thinking the same exact thing. She gave us all a devious and fiery look. "Fine, I'll do it" And with those words Juniper stood up from her spot in the circle. She was wearing by far the most stylish and expensive of all our swimsuits. It was a one piece that split up the middle revealing her flat and toned stomach which was adorned with a diamond belly button piercing. The two halfs of the soft stretchy fabric rose up her toned body and met again tightly outlining her perfect, smallish breasts. The bottom half of her bathing suit clung to her ass cheeks, just barely revealing a tiny bit of flesh as she moved. The front side the silky fabric was narrower than a normal suit and it revealed just a hint of her tan-lined skin above her pussy. She strutted like a demur princess who knew we were all in awe at her style, but she didn't flaunt it. She pulled Melanie up by the hand and sat her on a small bench adjacent to the pool. She seductively slid up to the front of Melanie. Melanie's face was full of anticipation and lust. She pulled Melanie's head up to her belly and moved their body's tightly together. Melanie slowly rubbed her tongue over the toned and glistening belly. Juniper pulled in closer now lowering herself onto Melanie's lap. Their lips met with an impassioned kiss and their pussy's both rocked into one another, yearning to be together. Juniper now stood and turned her back toward Melanie. She placed one of the ties from her bikini into Melanie's hand and began to move forward. The tie slowly unraveled near her neck. I saw the first strap of her swimsuit slowly fall from her shoulder. Her small and soft nipple was revealed from behind the fabric. Her areolas were tiny... just about the size of a Nickle and they were darker than you would expect. Her nipples were hard as they pulsated out into in the warm summer breeze. The fabric of her sexy swimsuit fell further down her body as she paced in front of Melanie... She took another step and turned her backside toward us. The fabric cupping her ass cheek naturally slipped away and fell to the hard tiled floor. Her ass was amazing, small yet perky. She paced once more as the entire suit escaped from her ankles. She turned her head back to all of us and gave us that princess smile, perking out her ass. My cock was now stiff as a rock pulsating inside of my tight bikini. I looked over at Kelly who was enraptured, staring out at Juniper. He was sitting right in front of me now and I grasped onto him and pulled him tight into my body so that we were both facing the same way and my legs straddled him. I made sure to grind my hips tightly into his back side so he could, for the first time, feel my hard bulge press into him. As soon as I did I heard him gleefully moan and press back into me. I took his head into my hands and gently kissed him on the lips. He purred back into me as we kissed. I then whispered into his ear "I'm going to fuck your ass whenever I want it, you're going to be my little fuck toy all semester long" As soon as I said it to him I felt him squeeze even tighter into me. He wants it so bad, I intuitively knew. We looked back out onto Juniper who was completely naked still teasing us all with her ass turned toward us. Then she reached her hand down and gracefully twirled around to face us and Melanie. Her naked body was now fully exposed for us all to enjoy. We all gasped in surprise. Right below her shimmering bellybutton piercing rose her hard 6 and a half inch beautiful circumcised cock glistening in the summer sun. It was perfectly symmetrical and absolutely feminine. She swung her hand onto her hip as she poked her cock out right in front of Melanies agape mouth. "Ohh... you weren't expecting this? Ha-ha" She giggled as she gave a winsome smile. Melanie smiled back and immediately reached her long slender fingers around the perky and feminine clit. She positioned her lips just in front the Junipers bare, pulsating member and slowly, expertly slid her tongue up the tip... as she pulled away a strand of pre-cum clung to her tongue then broke away into her mouth. The two girls were like performers on stage for all us watching... they drank in all the attention and it fueled their exhilaration The Future is A Warm Summer Breeze Kelly was now sprawled back in between my legs as my cock was straining against the elastic fabric of my Bikini. I could feel him start to grind against me gently as we watched on, entranced by the two college girls. Kelly was purring as I held him tight into me... I couldn't wait a second longer... I reached my hands down into his shorts as he tilted his head back onto my shoulder. I began to gently lick his neck, caressing him with my tongue. I reached with my hand slowly tickling his member. His cock felt miniscule in my hands compared to my own. I used just my pointer finger and my thumb to rub the tip, just like I was playing with a girl's clit. I began to use a circle motion on the underside of the small cock. I felt him tense and push further back into me, he was melting right into my arms with every passing second. I noticed off to the back of the pool, in the shade, there was a daybed with a canopy over it. I couldn't wait one more second, I reached my hand out from his clit and grasped his hand forcing him up to his feet. I noticed as soon as I stood up my cock had become untucked and was conspicuously budging out in front of my bikini. There was a long outline of my girth pointing up towards my belly to the right. Kelly couldn't help himself as he reached out and began to stroke me through the fabric, he was like a girl in heat now. He only had one thing on his mind. I pulled his hand to mine and led him up to the bed. As we walked we drank in the scene around us. To our right, Ryba was kneelt down in front of Quinn, her petite, milk-white fingers outlining his massive cock through his shorts. She was staring at him with a sexy smile as she encased her fingers around his girth. Her ass was poked up into the air bursting out of her tiny thong bikini as she cooed. His big hands reached out and caressed her ass cheeks as his cock strained against the fabric... a smack echoed out into the breeze as he slapped her ass playfully; she moaned and writhed in pleasure. To our left was Juniper who traded positions with Melanie and was now the one sitting on the bench, her body completely naked and her perfect, circumcised cock fully erect and glimmering in the open sun. Melanie was straddled standing above her, also fully naked and natural. Melanie slowly slid her manicured hand down her smooth soft body, down between her tits and big hard nipples, down past her cute belly-button, until she reached her pink dripping wet pussy. She took her two fingers and spread open her pussy lips revealing her little clit. She reached three fingers inside of her pussy making them glistening wet, she then rubbed all her moist wetness onto junipers cock lubing it and making it shine. Juniper moaned with anticipation and she watched Melanie slowly lower herself onto the stiff, feminine cock. The two girls were now connected with one another, rocking and grinding back and forth. Their lips and tongues met with a scorching hot kiss as they continued to grind. Junipers hands were placed firmly on Melanie's ass cheeks pulling her deeply onto her cock with every thrust. I looked back at Kelly as we passed the two of them. He was staring, entranced. I stopped walking and pulled him up tight into me, kissing him hard and squeezing his ass as our mouths met. Impatiently, I pulled away and lead him to the bed. We reached the foot of the bed and I immediately pounced onto him once more... taking him like my prey, I pulled him close into me and again our mouths met in a deep and passionate kiss. I broke away and pushed him down onto the plush mattress. He lay on his back staring up at me biting his lower lip dying to find out what comes next. Instinctively, he began to open his legs as I stand before him... as if giving me full permission to take him as mine. I reached my hand out and began to massage him first at his lower thigh, I reached my way up slowly, to his shorts. I could hear him softly begin to moan in a high pitched tone. I rubbed his vulnerable body, exploring up slowly and firmly until I felt his small and stiff cock, pulsating beneath his shorts. His body momentarily tensed as I rubbed the outline of his member. A wave of unadulterated passion entered me as I felt my dominant side capture complete control in the moment; I reached down with both hands and firmly grasped his waistband then powerfully removed his small swimming shorts from his slender frame. Now, sprawled out before me, outstretched on the daybed was this skinny boy with his demure cock dangling before us both. He lay there looking completely girlish and so excited his face was flooding over with anticipation. His tiny little balls squeezed up tightly to his body as he viscerally knew his own weakness compared to me. I moved my strong fingers down further now below his balls. He ground his hips up into the air sensing me, trying to guide my fingers to his rosebud. I pulled my fingers up to my mouth, juicily licking them then reached back down again. His expression was one of submission. He knew what was coming next and couldn't wait even a second longer; his hips again rose up, as if begging me for my wet finger's touch. I slowly massaged down his taint and stopped right at his wanting hole, his hips pushed into me. I made a slow circular pattern around his waiting pussy and then slowly entered my finger into him. His sphincter gripped tight against me. I repositioned myself over him now as my fingers began to fuck his ass... slowly I massaged his pussy further, preparing him for the real thing. With my free hand I pulled at his nipples... My manicured hands climbed softly to his neck. My big brown eyes stared directly into his, as my long sparkling feminine fingernails glistened in the heat: my hands squeezed his throat lightly choking him. His pussy tensed as squeezed his helpless neck; I looked down and saw his small stiff cock would bounce upwards as he tensed. He was in love... He would do anything for me in this moment. There I was, on my knees, my hips grinding into this Adonis of a boy, my tight, elastic and colorful bikini bottom, bulging open begging to be set free. My tan, hard body, droplets of sweat beading, sprawled over my prey like a lioness. I'd hit the point of no return; Time to let my girl out and fuck this boy. I reached down slowly and gracefully pulled the soft elastic fabric to the side, my glimmering member sprung free and immediately pounced right on top of Kelly's little clit, covering it completely. The sight was amazing, his Lilliputian, pulsating cock being dwarfed by mine. Our pre-cum mixed freely providing the perfect lubricant for our cocks to dance together. I grasped the small boy's thighs spreading him wide open in front of me. He bit his lower lip and mimed the words, "fuck me". My grip strong, I positioned his waiting pussy right at the tip of my slippery, powerful cock. Pre-cum dripped as my girth pushed gently into him. He stared at me intently: his eyes giving me all his trust, like a girl he moaned as we pushed into one another... I felt my cock softly squeeze into him; finally, he was mine. As I pressed further I could see the discomfort grow in his face while he adjusted to my warm dick. I leaned my breast into him placing my nipple in his mouth as I entered him deeper. "MM you're doing beautiful baby, just relax... I'll take you where you've always dreamed" I mused, allaying his worries. He sucked harder onto my nipple as I reassured him. "That a girl!! Just suck on mommy's nipples... just like that." I pushed in until I was half way, then pulled back giving him a momentary respite. Then I pushed back into him a little further. I repeated the process until I felt him pushing back into me. Now I had him. He moaned out in lust. "Fuck me baby" He begged, writhing in his submissive bliss. I Obliged. My prodigious cock pushed in deeper. He was melting in pleasure now. His head and arms rested back onto the plush, pillowy mattress as he snuggled deeply into the soft bed. I was over top of him fucking him missionary style. I grabbed his hips with my hands and pulled him into me and leaned down to kiss him. His mouth already agape as it met mine, I sucked on his lower lip and forced my tongue into his mouth. His hips danced back and forth deftly fucking my rigid cock. I felt him trying to rub his petite clit on my belly as our hips moved in and out. Soon my stomach was slick with his pre-cum. Now, as I pushed into him I dipped my stomach down making sure to slide over his clit perfectly on the underside of its tip. He was going into a conniption now with each thrust. The scene was right out of a dream; we were in heaven. Beautiful muses scattered throughout the background, all of our inner-most desires freely out in the open for all to see. Electricity sparked into both of our brains at the same time as I focused on his face. His expression was a tableau of submission, of deference. He would be my slave and do anything I desired and his prize was my hot seed shot deeply inside of his body, marking him as mine. The lust in each of our faces accentuated each other's in a loop, until I noticed it in him; he hit the inexorable point of no return. I pushed in as deep as I could, ravishing him with my strong, muscled body. His clit began to spurt out all of its juices onto my 6 pack abs, he squealed under me convulsing, moaning... "Aghhhhhh!!, im c-c-cumming!!" He stuttered out, uncontrollably shaking in euphoria. I held him down still vivaciously pounding. I was there now, I pushed harder and spread his thighs with my arms my pulsating member erupted inside his pussy. We were together as one in the moment, both lost, entangled in each other's lust. The flood of electricity in my brain began to subside, the torrent soon turned to a trickle and we found ourselves exhausted covered in sweat and cum; I gave the boy a wry smile. What a naughty little bitch taking my big dick like a natural. My cock was still buried in him and now going limp, I kissed him again, he looked like he was in love with me after that experience. I slid back up onto my knees and pulled out of him, then moved his legs to the side. I gave his little plump ass a firm smack as I rose to my feet to find my bikini and re-orient myself. I picked up the elastic fabric and slid my bottoms back up my toned long legs, making sure to let Kelly see me re-dress. I pulled my cock back between my legs then snugged my bottoms up shaking my ass like a supermodel for Kelly to remember, even though he'd never be fucking my ass. I decided I'd keep my top off to soak up the sun. We noticed the others all have finished and they were all gathered down at the pools edge dangling their feet in and imbibing the brilliant scenery. This is going to be a fun year I thought to myself. From that day on we had a ritual in our house, every Saturday afternoon was our "Pool Day". _______________________________________ That is our sex; in our time, the year 3014. The Future is...Hell (Woman is attacked by her android servant) The year is 2508; 500 years have passed from the world we know today. Traffic jams on the street are a thing of the past. Everybody's car flies. Money is obsolete, everybody uses credit. And everybody who is anybody has a personal android servant to do their bidding. Whether it is cleaning, cooking or even fucking them. Jasmine Monroe is one of those women who has a personal servant. He cooks, cleans and does anything else her little heart desires. See, Jasmine grew up rich. She could have any man she wanted fucking her tight little pussy with a flick of her finger. They drove to her like dogs after a bone. She loved to watch a man beg her to let him eat her or fuck her. She would hold them inside her, tightening around them until they were crying with need. She would force them to hold onto their lust until they begged her to let them cum. She loved the power and control. Now Jasmine's android was a perfect version of maleness, 6'2" about 200lbs of pure muscle. Strawberry blonde hair and the bluest eyes you ever wanted to see. He also had a 10inch cock that Jasmine liked to watch him shove into her girlfriends until they were screaming with pleasure. She enjoyed watching him fuck her friends but she had no interest in fucking him herself. Allen was an android, he didn't have feelings so he wouldn't care if he needed to cum or not. She liked being in control. Jasmine awoke from a deep sleep. She slowly opened her eyes as she wiggled her butt towards the tongue sliding over her pussy. "Mmmmm..." She moaned as the tongue slid into her slit, moving slowly in and out. She felt her orgasm rising and that brought her to full wakefulness. She gasped as she looked between her spread legs. Allen was lying on his stomach, his naked body glistening in the early morning light as he ate her out. "Allen..." She shrieked trying to pull away from his probing tongue. "What are you doing?" Allen lifted his head from between her legs, even as he rested his hands on her hips, holding her to the bed. "I am doing what I am supposed to do. I am serving my mistress." He lowered his face back to her snatch, taking her clit between his lips, he sucked hard on it. "Oooohhhh..." She moaned throwing her head back as she humped against his face. "Wait...No..." She tried to stop her moving body even as she pushed at his shoulders. "You aren't supposed to serve me sexually." He didn't respond, just sucked harder at her pussy as she humped herself against him. He slammed his tongue in and out of her slit, making her cry out in pleasure as she felt her orgasm start to wash over her. "Oh god. I'm gonna cum." She screamed pulling at her tits. Suddenly the mouth was gone; she lay there hanging on the brink of orgasm. She opened her eyes as she watched him kneeling between her spread legs. "Why did you stop?" She asked even as her body started to relax. He turned his head as if listening for something, then turned his eyes back to hers. "Mistress doesn't want Allen to make her cum. She wants him to serve her." She watched wide eyed as he lowered his body down over hers. "Stop...No...This isn't what I want." She screamed as he suddenly slammed his hard cock deep into her depths. Allen ignored her, just started thrusting slowly into her pussy, making her body once again come to life. She whimpered in frustration as her body betrayed her and pushed against him as he probed her pussy. "No...Allen...Stop." She cried struggling to get out from under his body even as he continued to slowly fuck her. "I must service my mistress." He said in his soft voice as he kissed her neck and breasts. His cock driving deep inside her. "No..." She screamed as tears of frustration ran down her cheeks. "You aren't supposed to service me this way. I am supposed to be in control." Again he didn't respond, instead he gripped her ass-cheeks, holding her tightly against him as he pumped his hips harder against her, driving his cock hard and fast into her pussy. He locked his mouth on her nipple, sucking hard. "Fuck...No...This isn't right." She screamed pummeling at his back even as she felt herself right on the brink again. "I'm gonna cum." Allen held himself inside her. He didn't move. He pulled his lips from her breasts. This time she screamed loudly as once again she was denied release. "Why are you doing this to me?" Allen looked at her, surprised at her outburst. "I must service my mistress." She slapped his across the face. "Then make me cum damn't." He turned his head again as if listening, then turned back to look into her eyes. "No Mistress does not want Allen to make her cum. She wants Allen to fuck her but not let her cum. I must service my mistress." He started slowly thrusting into her again as she lay there trapped beneath his body. Tears streaming down her cheeks. She looked at him in confusion at his words as she once again felt pleasure run through her body as he fucked her. "How does it feel bitch?" A low voice asked against her ear. She tried to ignore how good Allen's cock felt sliding in and out of her pussy as she turned her head. "Jonathon?" Jonathon had been her latest conquest. She had cum like crazy when he begged her to let him cum. Then when it was over, she had laughed in his face. "Paybacks a bitch." He pushed a button on a remote control in his hand, then watched her eyes as Allen suddenly started thrusting violently into her body. "Oh god." She screamed as the android pummeled her pussy with his hard cock. "Oh please." She begged when she was at the brink once again but couldn't go over. Jonathon touched her face. "All's fair in love and war sweetheart." He kissed her softly, then moved off the bed over to a nearby chair where he had a good view of the action. He sat there all day, watching Allen fuck her. He would fuck her fast, then slow down and slide his cock into her like a slow caress. Tears of frustration and pain were streaming down Jasmine's cheek as she was repeatedly brought to the brink of release only to be denied. By late in the afternoon, Jasmine was begging Jonathon to let her cum but he closed his ears to her plea. He just had Allen fuck her violently until she was on the brink then stop suddenly to keep her from the pleasure she wanted. As he watched he knew that in his own way, he had gotten revenge on the woman who had turned many men to mush. So did Jonathon ever let Jasmine cum? Well, that is another story dear reader. I think I will leave it up to you to decide. I mean she had turned many men into sniveling babies as she teased them with her body but wouldn't let them find release until she said so. I guess the moral of the story is, be careful of power and control and how you use it. It may just come back to bite you in the ass. Or in Jasmine's case, the pussy. The End The Future Is Now I was totally fed up with life. I quit my job, moved out of my apartment, gave away my cat, put all my stuff in storage and left America behind me. I can't pinpoint exactly what led to this, but it was a growing sense of directionlessness and pointlessness. One day I was sitting at my desk, in my office, in the crowded city, when I opened a magazine and saw the article that was my epiphany. It was about a guy who and rode his bike around New Zealand. He raved about the friendliness of the people and the beauty of the countryside. It could have been about Kathmandu, Xanadu or Timbucktu for all I cared. I was gone, that day I handed in my notice and two weeks later I touched down in Christchurch in the South Island of New Zealand. That was 6 weeks ago. Here I am in the middle of nowhere pedalling alongside a vast river with the Southern Alps as a backdrop. My bike panniers are loaded to the gills with gear, my legs are tired, my back aches, I'm sunburnt – I'm having the time of my life. It is everything I thought it would be. In fact it is more. I'm so far removed from my previous life I'm finding it harder to remember who I was. Being out here by myself in the big open country has given me lots of time to think and find out who I really am. I didn't like who I was and what I had become. When I eventually return to the States, the name on my passport will be the same but I won't be. It's the middle of February, and down here that's the height of summer. It doesn't get dark until 10pm and every day dawns sunny and warm. Well most days. This is heaven. I have lost some weight from all the riding. My legs are strong and shapely and I could crack a walnut in my butt cheeks. I've got a bit of a tan, and in all modesty it suits me. I've let my hair grow out and free, in fact I don't give a second thought to what it looks like. It really is a new me. So there I was riding along highway 6 south towards the great lakes of Hawea and Wanaka. I was in no rush. I stopped when I wanted, rode when I wanted, camped where I wanted. Occasionally I go to a motel when I arrive in a town and have a hot bath and a good meal, but mostly I stick to myself and take it as it comes. I was getting hungry for some dinner, so I took a detour off the main road and crashed my way through the bush down to the banks of the river. I would camp here for the night. It was a beautiful spot, the river was at my feet and the towering Alps were all around. I kicked off my cycling shoes, sat on the riverbank and put my feet in the water. It was magic. I peeled off my t-shirt and bra and threw them in a heap by my shoes. My cycling shorts and panties followed. I had long ago lost any inhibition about being naked in the forest. This part of the country was pretty much empty, there wasn't a town within a 100 kilometres, plus I was camping off any trail. No one would find me here. I got out of the water and opened one of the panniers on my bike and took out some soap, shampoo, shaving cream and a razor. I lit my cooker and filled a pot with river water and left it to boil. I plunged back into the crystal clear water. The coldness rang my bell and certainly chased the kinks and soreness away. These South Island rivers are fed from the tops of the mountains and were cold to say the least, even in summer. I paddled over to the bank and squeezed a generous dollop of shampoo into my palm and lathered it into my hair, I took the soap and scrubbed my body from head to toe whilst I sat in the water. By now the pot was boiling, I removed a flannel from my toiletries and dunked it into the pot. I tipped some cold river water in the pot to cool it down then scooped out the flannel and placed it over my crotch. No way could I shave with cold water. I waited a few minutes until my skin had softened then removed the flannel and applied the shaving cream. I hadn't shaved my pubic hair for almost a week and it was getting kind of prickly. I had decided after the first week's riding that my pubic hair had to go. My groin got very hot and sweaty and it was embarrassing when sweat stains showed through my bike shorts around my crotch. My pubic hair absorbed a lot of sweat, no hair – no stain, simple. Once my groin was well lathered I started shaving. As any women will testify, it's a tricky business at the best of times, but sitting on a river back with my legs spread wide certainly brought new challenges. I eventually finished and cleaned up by again dunking the flannel in the warm pot water and wiping away the excess cream. Et voila, one smooth little pussy if I do say so myself. I dived back into the river for one more rinse off then got out. I rubbed moisturiser into my legs, arms and torso. I enjoyed accidentally on purpose giving my nipples a bit more moisturiser than was strictly necessary, but what the hell. I retrieved a bottle of baby oil and tipped some into my palm. Baby oil is far better than moisturising cream when it comes to preventing razor rash. Plus the other upside was when I rubbed it into my secret folds it got me wet. I massaged the oil over my pubic mound and around my lips. My fingers danced over my clitoris and I slowly felt that little buzz start deep within me. I rubbed my clitoris more vigorously and alternately dove my fingers into my now wet vagina. I could feel my orgasm building now. I was never lonely out here, but I am alone. I had rediscovered the joys of self-fulfilment to help ease away the day's pains and give me a warm glow. I was very close, I had two fingers inside me that I flicked back in forth like squirming pythons, I used my thumb to roughly massage my clit. Oh my God! I shrieked in delight and came. I little jet of liquid spurted from my vagina and the rest tricked down into my butt crack. I slumped back on the grass, gently working my fingers trying to prolong the dying wave of my orgasm. Now that was relaxing. I had never really been a big masturbater back home, I could probably count the amount of times I had done it on one hand - so to speak. But down here in New Zealand, I swear it had been once every day maybe even twice. As I said I was rediscovering myself. I removed my fingers and bought them to my lips and licked my dew of them. I was doing things I had never done before, nor had even considered to be normal. But cleaning up my cum covered fingers didn't faze me in the least. I rested for another ten minutes then got up and removed from my panniers some loose fitting shorts and top and slipped them on. Hey I had too cook, boiling drops of water splashing on my skin was not my idea of fun. I ate dinner and climbed into my sleeping bag. It was only about 9pm. But I found myself getting to sleep earlier and sleeping longer. It must be all that fresh air, sun, riding and masturbating. I awoke the next morning feeling rejuvenated and alive. It was going to be a big day. I was heading up through Haast Pass and from my conversations with other cyclists, the haul to the top of the pass was a killer, but once over the saddle it was all downhill. After breakfast I was out of there, I retraced my steps though the forest back to the main road, mounted up and was off. Another day, another piece of spectacular scenery, life was hard. All morning I slogged uphill into the Pass. To the say that the scenery was nice is grossly understating the matter. Finally in the middle of the afternoon I reached the top and pulled over to the side of the road into a lay by. What a view! This is what I had come here for. I felt a sense of accomplishment at how far I had come literally, emotionally and figuratively. I took the drink bottle off my bike and stood at the protective barrier, swigging from my bottle and admiring the view. The cars barrelling past behind me were a distant whoosh, I was in a world of my own. I don't know how long I stood there, I was lost in the splendour. With great sadness I remounted my bike and took off down the hill. I really built up some speed, my bike odometer read that I was doing 66 kilometres an hour. I don't know how fast that is in miles per hour, but it was bloody fast. I was flying. "Don't move." What the? My head felt like concrete. I tried to open my eyes but couldn't. "Try not to move" said the voice again. I couldn't, that was the thing. I couldn't feel my arms, legs or anything. All I knew was my head felt like a concrete block, my eyes like glue, my mouth like kitty litter. I tried to speak, failed, tried again. "What happened?" I croaked. "You fell off your bike." Came the male's voice. "I've got a wet towel on your head, you could be quite badly hurt, you've been unconscious for some time." Oh sweet Jesus. "I am no expert," said the man, but try to wiggle your fingers and toes to see if you're okay." I did as he said, and yes they were there – I think. "Okay, very slowly move your head." I did so, very very gently. I felt his cool hands on either side of my face supporting my head. My neck felt very sore, but nothing seemed to grind or snap so that must be a good sign. "I'm going to be sick." I turned onto my side and threw up, unfortunately on the man's arm and leg. "Sorry" I croaked. "Don't worry about it." He eased the towel off my face and used it to wipe my puke off him. How long had I been out for? "I came across you a few hours ago, you've been in and out of consciousness since I found you." My head was swimming. "Thanks" I whispered. He gently used the towel to wipe the puke off my face. I looked at him more closely using my eyes to look around instead of my head. He was obviously a cyclist like me, his bike was leaning up against a tree nearby. To the side of it was my bike. What was left of it. It was totaled. "The near as I can figure, you were coming down the hill and your front wheel went into a deep pothole, you've flown over the handle bars and landed in the forest some twenty feet from the road. I almost went in the same hole myself, but I saw what was left of your front wheel and a saddle pack in the ditch and stopped to investigate." "Lucky for me you did." "I found you here unconscious, I actually thought you were dead at first. You must have just missed hitting that tree headfirst. You did however hit the ground hard. Your helmet…" He held my helmet up in front of my face, it was split in two. "Or what is left of it, took the brunt of the crash, mind you you're banged up pretty bad, your shirt is almost ripped off and your shorts are torn." That's all I needed. I raised my head slightly and saw that he had covered me with one of his shirts. "Thanks." "I thought about trying to flag down a ride, but I didn't want to leave you, you were in a pretty bad way." "How can I thank you …?" "Paul" "Thank you Paul." "My name is…" I felt sick, "My name is Lara." I tried to sit up but couldn't. "Here, let me help you Lara." Paul placed one hand on my arm and the other behind my back and helped me sit up. My head felt like I had gone twelve rounds of boxing. I turned my head away from Paul and was sick again. His shirt slipped off my shoulders into my lap. Underneath, my shirt had been torn up one side and my bra had been snapped and to top matters off, my left breast was showing. My bike pants were much the same, there was a rip in the crotch area, but my panties were still in place. Paul picked up the shirt and put it back in place over my chest. I finished puking and smiled my thanks. I was in quite a state. My left shoulder, side, hip and thigh were killing me. "I think we should find a place to camp for the night, I don't like our chances of flagging down a ride now" said Paul. I could only nod. "Let me go have a look around, I'll be back soon." Paul stood up and disappeared amongst the pines. I used the opportunity to sit up slightly and check my injuries. A branch must have caught me in the thigh tearing my shorts and shirt, leaving a bloody furough up my side. There was quite a bit of blood, but it was mainly from superficial injuries. I ached all over, my left side felt just short of paralysed. I had been very lucky. I slumped back onto the ground. I was fortunate Paul had found me, very fortunate. He returned after awhile. "I found a spot down by the river, but it's going to be difficult. Do you think you can walk?" Paul helped me slowly to my feet, but with my throbbing head and hurt side I couldn't support my weight and tottered against him. He picked me up with one hand behind my legs and the other behind my back, cradling me in front of him. He wasn't much taller than me, but I could sense his strength. "You okay?" I nodded. "Okay here goes, tell me if you need a break." Paul picked his way through the forest. We were lucky it was pine, there was relatively sparse vegetation on the forest floor. I was amazed at how strong he was, I was dead weight, but he did it. After ten minutes, in which time we didn't say a word, we arrived on the riverbank. He gently set me down. "You alright?" "Yeah." "I'll go get our stuff, I'll be back soon." It took Paul another half an hour and several trips to bring firstly the remnants of my bike and gear down and then wheel his bike to the bank. When he finished he flopped down beside me. It was getting pretty dark and the last fingers of light were sinking below the mountains. Paul gathered some wood and started a fire and we were soon bathed in its flickering glow. "Where are you from Paul?" "I'm a Kiwi from Auckland, have you been up there?" "No, not yet. It's on the agenda." "Where are you from?" I told him where I was from in the States. "Well I've heard of the state, but not the city." "It's a small town with only several thousand people." "I see." He looked at me kind of embarrassed and hesitantly said "Those grazes should be cleaned, they're full of dirt and crap, I've got some antiseptic and stuff in my first aid kit." He was right of course, we both knew that to do it he would be cleaning around my groin and chest. I thought about the potential for embarrassment as opposed to being sensible. He was right. I was in no state to do it myself. "Okay, it has to be done. Help me off with my gear." We're both adults' right? Paul placed a towel beside me and I moved across onto it. He gently unlaced my cycling shoes and removed them and my socks. He paused, unsure how to proceed. I lifted my bum and started to ease down my torn bike pants. I grimaced as they rubbed over the graze in my groin. "Is that okay?" He nodded. I felt the graze and followed its path. It disappeared into my panties. Shit. There was nothing for it, I pushed down my panties and he helped ease them off my legs. I saw his eyes flick to my crotch, too late I realised that of course I was cleanly shaven and he had an unobstructed view of me. Professionally Paul help me sit up and pulled my shirt over my head and remove my bra that had torn off anyway. I lay there before him naked, strangely I didn't feel embarrassed, I actually felt safe in his presence. He had been nothing but a gentleman. Paul opened his first aid kit and removed a bottle of liquid. "This in antiseptic, I'm going to put some on this sterile cloth and try and clean out this gouge and grazes. When he applied the cloth I gasped in pain, it stung like the blazes. I looked up at Paul's face but he was engrossed in trying to clean my wounds. I could feel him lightly dabbing around my labia. A trickle of the liquid oozed down between my butt cheeks, it was very cold and sent a little shiver up my spine. "You alright?" I nodded through gritted teeth. He was very professional and didn't make me feel uncomfortable or ogled. He slowly worked his way up from my groin to my chest. I couldn't help it as my nipples hardened to his soft touch. He gently rubbed my grazed left nipple, despite my condition I had to stifle a little moan as he flicked it. After a few more minutes he was finished. He pulled out large cotton t-shirt from his pack. "Here wear this, it won't be too constricting and will let the air flow over your cuts." I sat up, I was like a rag doll as he first placed the neck hole over my head then slowly guided my arms through the armholes. I lifted my bum and he pulled it down over my crotch. "How does that feel?" "Better" I replied. "You better drink something, you haven't had anything since the crash and you don't want to get dehydrated as well." He passed me my drink bottle, I sipped it slowly, he had refilled it in the river and the crisp cold water never tasted so delicious. Paul prepared something to eat and tried to get the camp into some sort of order. As he did so we talked and found out a little bit about each other. He was on a month's break from his IT job in Auckland to go riding around the South Island, this was the first week. From what I could gather he was like me, rejoicing in the scenery and solitude. We talked into the night, it helped take my mind off the pain. It was the first time since I had left home that I had talked about more than just the weather. In fact it was the first time in years that I was truly interested in talking about anything. I hated those polite conversations you have with people who think they are your friends but are in fact just strangers. For the next two days I hardly moved. I mostly slept, when I didn't we talked. I really liked him, he was funny in an understated way, self-depreciating and intelligent. You know those moments, maybe it only happens once in your life when you are instantly attracted to someone? Well this was it. I mean I must have looked like hell and was not at my best physically or mentally, but I was drawn to him. Finally on the third morning I awoke feeling tolerably better. I sat up, my headache was faint but still there, my body was still stiff as a board. I looked over to where Paul slept but he was no longer there. I tentatively got to my feet and hobbled to the river. Paul was sitting in the water looking away from where I was. "Morning" I called. He turned around and smiled and said good morning. "What's the water like?" "Refreshing but very cold." "Mind if I come in?" "Be my guest." "Do you mind giving me a hand?" I had two motivations for asking for his help to get down the bank. The first was instantly revealed when he swam to the bank and stood up. He was wearing a pair of black nylon swim shorts. Damn! Secondly I wanted to get a better look at him. He was very toned, ripped even, there wasn't an inch of fat on him. He stood there looking at me, I realised what he was looking at. "I don't want to get your shirt wet" I said brazenly, I mean what the hell, it was half true and he had already seen me naked anyway. I pulled it over my head and tossed it behind me. Paul tried not to stare, but I was standing naked right there it front of him. "Help me down?" I asked sweetly. He offered his hand and I eased myself down the bank and accidentally on purpose fell against him. He was very cold, and my nipples immediately became erect. "It hardly seems fair that I'm naked when you've got your shorts on." I said. I couldn't believe how forward I was, but what the hell. He looked at me to see if I was kidding. I was. Maybe. No I wasn't. I really wanted those shorts off. He wasn't moving, so I slipped my fingers into the band and pulled them down and tossed them onto the bank behind me. I liked what I saw. The cold was done its work and his penis was shrunken, but still he was becoming hard, I liked what I did to him. Paul suddenly pulled me to his chest and dragged me out into mid steam. I shrieked in delight and shock. We laughed and splashed water over each other and swam around. After a few minutes I swam up to him and put my arms around his neck and we looked deeply into each other's eyes. By mutual consent we leaned in and kissed, gently at first, oh so gently, then our mouths opened and our tongues met and we kissed more deeply. I pulled myself closer and wrapped my legs around his waist, I could feel his erect penis trapped between us. The kiss was so passionate, so hot, we stayed like that enjoying the intensity of it. Paul grabbed my bottom and pulled me tightly against him. The Future of Sex (and Gender) What is sex likely to be like in the future? Some science fiction authors have offered a few predictions, some of them tongue-in-cheek, others sincere. Cloning may replace sexual reproduction; sex may become entirely casual rather than committed; privacy may become largely unavailable; families may no longer exist as such; everyone may become sexually available to everyone else (Aldous Huxley, Brave New World). Sexual taboos may become things of the past (Grant Allen, The British Barbarians). Privacy may be granted at the discretion of the state and by appointment only, for brief periods, for sexual relations between men and women, the former of whom will be identified by a consonant followed by a number and the latter of whom will be designated by a number preceded by a vowel (Yevgeny Zamyatin, We). People may reside in utopian communes wherein they are free to enjoy free love (H. G. Wells, In the Days of the Comet). Temporary marriages of convenience and companionship may be tolerated, although privacy may prove elusive (John Gloag, Tomorrow's Yesterday). Sex in the future may even involve relations between humans and aliens (Philip Jose Farer, The Lovers). Regardless of what sex may be like in the future, writers who write about sex in the future usually also satirize what sex is like here and now. The predictions, after all, are imaginative extrapolations from current affairs, literal and figurative, and interpretations of the directions in which present trends may lead in the not-too-distant future. If an alien is too alien, a human may have sex with it without realizing that he or she has had sex with it! Maybe microscopic extraterrestrial, ravishes a woman (or, for that matter, a man), its atomic ejaculation causing its human victim to experience an orgasm that is more like a cold than a moment of ecstasy. The moral of such a story might be that sex is much less significant than we tend to make it. Whether for the sake of satire or not, literature that deals with futuristic sex often draws implications about society, politics, sex, and gender, suggesting, frequently, that moral codes, or mores, and taboos are but social constructs that serve the needs of the state and that are subject to change or even negation when such change or negation is necessary, useful, or convenient to the community, the nation, or the planet at large. If, in the past, heterosexual sex within the context of marriage to sustain and promote the nuclear family was the ideal and the norm, sexual promiscuity without the need for marriage may become the standard when the importance of the family to society declines or disappears. Conversely, in the unlikely event that interest in sex, on the part of men or women or both, declines or disappears, perhaps clothing would be outlawed, even in Sarah Palin's Alaska, and the use of sex stimulants of all kinds would be promoted or required so that the world's population can be sustained. Who knows? Maybe even birth control and abortion would be outlawed as "barbaric." Falling to sleep for a long, long time; time travel; visits by time-twisting alien space travelers; and other devices have long been used to bridge the chronological gap between present and future. Other means of accomplishing this feat include dreams, films that show the future, and prophecies or predictions regarding future events. However future becomes present, the formula for writing about futuristic sex remains pretty much the same: (1) show how sex has changed, (2) explain why sex has changed, and (3) show the consequences and the implications that result from the change. I offered one take on the future of sex in my own short story, "A Stitch in Time Saves Nine." I also suggest a possibility in "A Matter of Pheromones." In the first, a couple is allowed an extension of their lifetimes when the female agrees to have her vagina permanently sutured shut so that she cannot become pregnant and contribute further offspring to the planet's burgeoning, out-of-control population. In the latter, a serum is invented that causes homosexuals to turn pink and lavender whenever, attracted by a member of their own sex, they emit pheromones, making their identification (and assassination) easy for the homophobes who hunt them. The list of Lit erotica's "Sci Fi & Fantasy Stories" indicates the many, many takes on the future of sex that other writers have taken in their tales: alien abduction, cyber sex, the use of supernatural or superhuman sex powers, human-robot and human-cyborg sex, virtual sex, and many, many others. Maybe you yourself have some ideas of your own concerning the future of sex. If so, maybe you will write an erotic science fiction or fantasy story that explores what it means to be a man or a woman (or both) in a futuristic world, how men and women have change d (physically, emotionally, and otherwise), which sex rules and why, whether there is a third sex to complement the traditional two (and, if so, whether this third sex is comprised of transsexuals, hermaphrodites, or some other sort of sexual hybrid). Maybe uterine, penile, or rectal implants have been added to the treasury of medical miracles (or malpractices), alongside facelifts and face transplants, prosthetic breasts and breast implants, prosthetic penises and penile implants, tummy tucks, and the surgical enhancement of milady (or gentleman's) buttocks. If people can swap bodies, they could live as one sex for six months and as the other for the rest of the year. What if the sexes remain the same, but their gender roles (and the notions associated with such) are reversed? Perhaps an adult will be free to engage in any sort of sex with any other adult at any time and in any place and sex crimes will be discontinued as archaic and barbaric. The possibilities are endless, indeed, but the future represents an infinite stage upon which to cast our thoughts and enact our prognostications, and writing about the future of sex can be as fun as it is imaginative. Who knows? It may also turn out to be true! The Future of Travel Author's Note: Hi, everyone. I have written a metric ton of stuff over the past few years and haven't submitted anything. Perhaps I fear people will think most of it is cheesy or unappealing, but I finally decided to just do it. So anyway, I have no idea if it's any good, but most of my stuff is light in nature, with themes influenced by the films of Russ Meyer, and strips like Little Annie Fanny. I think this first submission is one of my weakest, so I'd like to start here and get some feedback. Criticism is welcome. Hopefully, it can influence and improve the upcoming submissions I have planned (assuming folks are reading, I guess). Good news is, if you like my stuff, I have at least twenty more stories finished or very close to being finished. _________ The Future of Travel My name is Denise Smathers. At 27, I had become the youngest assistant executive at Drable, Young and Murray, a tax law firm in the heart of Los Angeles. At this rate, I'd be a partner by 35 if I played my cards right. Drable, Young and Murray accepted me right after college, when I graduated in June of 2057. Though I had passed the bar, they had me working as a paralegal, essentially, filing papers, researching tax law, searching for tax loopholes for our clients. My eager drive, long hours and success at completing every task assigned, got me a desk and a chair where I worked all day signing on new clients. Perhaps it was - as Jack Murray said - my attractive figure that aided in that particular role. I signed on more clients my first year than any other executive assistant in the history of the company. I was breaking many records. I suppose I should tell you that I'm a heavy C-cup with a thin frame and tight butt. Daily Pilates has its benefits. Nevertheless, I didn't stay fit to draw the attention of men, necessarily. Growing up in a modest, almost puritanical, household had deeply embedded a code of modesty in me that was perhaps unusual for someone that could so easily be described as "hot." I'm not trying to sound like a narcissist, but men often made the comment to me, to which I often found off-putting and usually said prematurely in the relationship, almost always inappropriate. Sure, I had the occasional partner, though it had been over a year since the last, but I always struggled to feel comfortable naked around men, even long-term boyfriends. That said, I certainly don't mind the attention of men, in a light-hearted, even flirtatious, kind of way. Thankfully, that's how most men are. Even women! So tight-fitting clothing is certainly in my catalog. When I first began at DYM, word spread quickly of the young, attractive girl working in the back. Many men stopped by to greet me every day. Now, me being an executive assistant, my desk was closer to the front offices and could be seen more often by more people. Within months, many new businesses had started coming to DYB to sign up as clients, asking for me personally. Again, the youngest partner in the firm, Jack Murray, claimed word had spread throughout some circles about the pretty girl working here and men came on board just to enjoy the view. I suppose he was probably right. It was Jack who came knocking on my door this morning that led to the circumstances I was in now. "Hey, Denise, do you mind joining us for the quarterly Executive Meeting?" Those meetings were legendary. All the executives - there were seven now - met in the New York offices with all three partners. Frank Drable only came out of hiding when these meetings occurred. Oh, and of course for the annual Christmas party. On rare occasions, I would see Matthew Young, but he, too, worked in the New York office. "Uh, sure... is this normal?" I asked. "Actually, no. But Danny and Tom can't make it. They're working a big client in the Dominican Republic right now. We need you to cover for both of them. Anything that might be assigned to them, you'll have to cover. No worries, I told Sandra to reschedule your meetings for the two weeks. You'll have the normal workload in your regular duties." Sandra was my secretary. Actually, she served as secretary to all the executive assistants. I reported under Danny normally, but I saw Tom and Andy on a regular basis, the other two executives in the office. They all reported on Jack, of course. There was a rigid hierarchy to Drable, Young and Murray. "OK, I'll be happy to help," I said, hoping this would be one more task that would get me closer to faster promotions. "We leave at 10," said Jack. "No need to bring anything." All our files were of course on a secured cloud service. From any computer or terminal in the world, we could access them. I carried around a MiniHex, a small device you'd place on a desk and a holographic display appeared, voice activated and hand and eye responsive. "OK," I said, knowing I'd at least bring that. At 10 a.m. I met Jack at the front door. "I'm glad the airport isn't far," I said. I figured we would be flying in a Jet300. They could make it from Los Angeles to New York in less than two hours. "Oh, we're not flying," said Jack. "I thought you knew." And my heart dropped to the bottom of my stomach. I knew all these meeting were in person, unrecorded and never via e-meetings. We would actually be present in front of each other. And if we weren't flying, that meant we were teleporting. Teleportation had been a mainstream way of travel since 2042. It had as much a market share in long-distance travel as airplanes, but for a myriad of reasons, it never dissolved the flight industry. Sure, airlines essentially crafted all their planes to have first class amenities in order to compete, but that wasn't the only reason they managed to stay in business. Some people feared ill health effects from teleporting, even though those fears were unfounded. Yes, there were some unpleasant things about this form of travel. Two, notably. The first one known as "the jitters" causes one's body to convulse uncontrollably for about six to eight seconds upon arrival at the destination (which is essentially the same moment as the time of departure). The convulsions aren't violent, by any measure. In fact, they are painless and proven to be completely harmless. Scientists have explained this phenomenon in layman's terms as a reaction to "purging" the air of the space one fills when teleporting. Honestly, it's all beyond my scope of understanding. I had never experienced it, anyway. My modesty has always kept me from teleporting. You see, the second ill-effect is that teleporting only allows atoms that are coded to the traveler's DNA to pass through the teleportation pods. No way was I comfortable appearing stark naked on the other end of a trip. I was well aware there was always at least one member of the travel staff on the other watching over, ensuring things went smoothly. There actually hadn't been any "bad trips" since 2046, a far safer measure of travel than flying, to this day. But regulations were regulations and the thought of being naked in front of a stranger sent shivers down my spine. "I thought we were flying," I said to Jack. "I've never teleported before." I was almost ashamed to admit it, as I'm sure Jack had done it hundreds of times. "There's nothing to it, Denise, I assure you. We use our private pods that take us straight to the meeting room in New York." I realized now just how wealthy DYM really was. Private teleportation devices were rigidly regulated and very expensive to license. To have not one, but two, seemed grossly wasteful in spending. Nevertheless, the thought that I would pop over in a private room was relief to my anxiety. Jack nodded. "You're going to be fine, I promise. Let's go." Jack turned and walked back to the east-end offices, where his was located. We walked down the wide hall and two doors past his main office. He opened the door and inside was two clear pods labels VentureTech. I knew of the company well. "Just step right on that pod," Jack said, pointing to the one on the right. "Uh, I thought clothes and objects couldn't go through." "They can't," said Jack. "Whatever you're wearing will simply fall to the floor. We'll have something for you on the other side." Again, I was greatly relieved to know I wouldn't be in an awkward position with Jack, with him expecting me to strip in front of him. I stepped over to the pod and positioned myself in the center. No door closed; it was simply encompassed by clear plexiglass, encircling the back half of the pod that I stood on. The glass was more for aesthetics than necessity. Jack stood on his pod and waved up a holo-display that was operated from within the pod. He checked to ensure to foreign objects were on the receiving end of our pods and said, "Get ready for your first time, Denise. This ought to be fun for you!" I giggled and a moment later I found myself shivering uncontrollably. Not like a cold shiver, though, I was unable to even move my hands, which I desperately wanted to do, since my tits were fully exposed to four strangers. I immediately had the instinct to cover them, but couldn't control my body to do so. My arms and hands simply did not respond to my brain and they continued to hang at my side, quivering rapidly along with the rest of my body. I noticed we were indeed in the meeting room, not a private room like I had expected to be jumped to, the impression I had been given from Jack. To the right of me, from the corner of my eye, I could see Jack's body, also shaking like mine. Four men were in the room facing our direction. I wondered if my large, puffy nipples had gotten hard from all the shaking, but I was unable to lower my chin to get a clear look. To my horror, it seemed like hours, yet only lasted a few seconds. All the men in the room were now focusing their attention fully on me, watching my jiggling breasts react to the trip. The moment it stopped, I immediately covered my privates as best I could. I noticed Jack did the same. "Ah, Jack, good to see you," said the oldest man in the group. I knew his features. It was Frank Drable. Tall, yet stocky, he had a domineering appearance. He rushed over to Jack extending his right hand. Jack, covering his manhood with his left hand, shook the CEO's with his right. "And this must be the girl we've all been hearing about! Denise, right?" Mr. Drable stepped over to me, also extending his hand. Not knowing what else to do, I quickly reached out and shook it, knowing my right breast popped into view for all to see. "Uh... hi," I said. Frank lifted his chin, as if talking to the ceiling, and said, "Betty, could you bring Jack and Denise some clothes, please." I was mortified. Not even a robe was immediately available? It was then I noticed the back wall was actually just one large mirror, to give the illusion the room was even larger than it was. By no means was the room small in the first place, but with the mirror, I realized everyone could see my ass. I instinctively moved my left hand to cover it, forgetting for only a second that my bare pussy was now on full display. I threw my hand back to its original position. Another man stepped forward and tried to put me at ease. "Denise, I'm Morgan Grimes. Relax. We all have to shoot through those damn things. We've become accustomed." I didn't know how to respond, but Frank agreed. "Yes Miss Smathers. I assure you we all are professional here." I tried to smile, but it came out more like a nervous laugh. I knew I must have looked silly trying to squeeze my breasts behind my thin right arm and hand. My nipples were kind of large, so I was sure they escaped into view plenty while I stood there so imposed. "Oh, hello, Jack, great to see you!" A young, attractive woman entered the room, bringing with her a neatly piled set of men's clothes. I saw nothing in her hands for me. I was shivering again, this time from anticipation and nervousness. The woman looked over at me. "Hi, I'm Betty. I'm sorry, I didn't know a woman was coming today. I would have gotten your figures ahead of time. I could bring you a towel until we can arrange something." "Oh, please, please," I said. "Perhaps you would like to come with me?" asked Betty. "Don't be silly, Betty!" boomed Frank. "We have pressing business at hand. Hurry up and fetch her a towel and then find her some clothes." Betty began to scoot out of the room when she turned. "Denise, would you like to wear mine for now? I can send Allison to the store for me and use the towel in your place." Betty was obviously observant to my modesty, yet I didn't know how to take the question. She wanted me to wear what she was wearing? "Just the blouse and skirt, dear," said Betty. She must have caught my confusion, as well. Very observant. "I can keep the bra and panties." I still didn't quite know what to say, when Frank spoke up. "Well, get on with it, then!" Betty quickly unsnapped her blouse and unhooked her skirt, removing them almost simultaneously. She walked over and handed them to me. Her breasts were every bit as full as mine, her hips almost as narrow, and I envied how she carried herself so confidently. I quickly grabbed the attire from her and slipped into them as hurriedly as I could. I had turned away from the gawking men, but I knew the mirror showed off all my tits bobbling about in the process. I tried not to think about it too much. Finally, I turned and smiled. "So happy to be here," I said to everyone. Minutes later, everyone had introduced themselves and we managed to find our seats at the long, meeting table. I sat next to Jack, even though I probably should have sat at the end of the table. No one seemed to mind. Hexes were installed on every seat. I logged in and tried to focus on the meeting. But that was kind of difficult, too. With no bra, the impressions of my breasts through the thin fabric of the white blouse were noticeable. I caught all the men's eyes, even Frank's, wander over to catch a glimpse of my chest on too-regular occurrences. I started to feel like an object and that no one was paying attention to the meeting. Mr. Drable's third point of motion was about Leviticus Enterprises, a clothing manufacturer that made items for many name brands. I knew it well, actually, as I had discovered a few tax write-offs last year for them. As Frank went through the list, I realized he had not mentioned the one I'd found regarding their retirement packages for their middle managers. That was worth over six million in tax credits and I brought it up. "Excuse me?" said Mr. Drable. "You're saying you mentioned this to Jack last year?" "Well, it was Danny, actually." "First I've heard of it," said Jack. Frank leaned back in his chair and scoffed, shaking his head. "I swear, that's over half a million lost to neglect. Jack, I want to speak with you after the meeting about Danny. We need a conversation." "Yes, sir," said Jack. His voice was flat, but firm. "Denise, why don't you explain all this to us now," said Mr. Drable. "Maybe there's a reason Danny never brought it up." I rattled off all the information I could remember and soon found myself in my zone. I explained how moving the retirement plans to multiple portfolios would allow us to cap plans at maximum tax advantages. Considering the bulk of their numbers, it would lead to a healthy savings. As I spouted off everything, I realized my breasts had been bouncing heavily with my enthusiasm. For a brief second, I realized how embarrassing that was, but somehow reason got hold of me. These men weren't just happy I had brought the best news to the meeting so far, they were also ecstatic about how it was being presented. A large dose of youthful, full breasts was on the menu. I decided to just let it go. Behave like Betty, I told myself. She was assertive and confident. I tilted back in the chair once I was finished talking and took a deep breath, my breasts easily able to be made out in the blouse. And just then, Betty strolled in. She had on another blouse and skirt, a beige and black collage and carried with her a bras and panties. "You looked about my size, so I just went with that," said Betty, walking around the table to hand them to me. "Oh, thank you," I said. At this point, I was getting accustomed to this rather strange series of events, but the men in the room did act professionally, even if they couldn't help peeking my way now and then. "Betty, you won't believe what Denise just announced. You can thank her this year for your Christmas bonus." "Is that right?" said Betty. "Well, I am so glad we finally got a woman in here. I kept telling Mr. Drable he would be pleased if he did." Frank laughed and said, "Betty's worked as my personal assistant for nine years now. If she were an attorney, I'd have made her partner by now." I couldn't imagine Betty being older than 30 though. She definitely had a young, spunky attitude. "Besides," said Betty. "I'm tired of seeing all these guys' wieners every time they shoot through those damn things," laughed Betty, nodding at the teleportation pods behind us. I managed a laugh, too, and knew she was only teasing. "Alright, Betty, you better go. Bring us some more coffee, would you? We have another hour in here, I bet." "Where can I go put this on?" I asked Betty, standing up to follow her out the door. "You can use my office," she said. "Hah! You're lucky the boys didn't make you do your first meeting in the buff!" I gasped. "What?" I explained, looking back at Jack and Frank. "Oh, it's just a joke they do," said Jack. "Whenever someone makes a trip for the first time, we never give them any clothes. It's like an initiation." "Yes," said Frank. "All in good fun. You see, the first time we used those things.. oh, who was it.. you and Andy and Markus, back when he was with us, right?" "That's right," said Jack, back to Mr. Drable. "Well, we hadn't even anticipated having clothes available. Frankly, we were just excited to try out our new toys," he laughed. The other men in the room snickered along. "So anyway, these three guys...," Frank pointed at Jack, "did the whole meeting in the buff for that first time." "It was actually very funny," said Jack. "And we were having such a record year, I think we were all a bit high on ourselves. Anyway, since then, the first jump for all new staff members attend the meeting naked. But before now, it has always been men." "That sounds rather unprofessional," I said. "Hah! Yes, it probably is!" bellowed Frank. "Perhaps we should stop punishing the poor sods!" I got that they were indeed just a group of fraternity brothers, essentially, and I supposed the "initiations" were all in good fun. I swooped off after Betty. "Thank god I don't have to do that!" I said, once we were in her office. "Oh, honey, you have nothing to be ashamed about." I blushed. "Thank you." "They would never make you do it, anyway," said Betty. "Honestly, these are the most professional men I have ever worked with. Totally top drawer and very ethical." "That's good to know," I said, but I already knew it. I was impressed how well DYM played by the rules. We may have employed the law to our favor, but we never bent it. I disrobed in front of Betty and she whistled. "Wow, girl, you really do have it going on." I giggled again. "Yeah, but I am a bit shy." "I can tell. You shouldn't be." I began putting on the panties when she continued, "You ought to do it." "Do what?" "Finish that meeting naked. You have no idea how much it will help your reputation." "Oh, I couldn't! And besides, I'm the only woman in the group. I don't want to be viewed as just an object!" "That's not what I mean at all. Just, you know, to prove that you're willing to walk the same path they do." The Future of Travel It made sense. But how? I was a nervous wreck in there when they were all gawking at me naked. "I don't think I could do it," I said. "Nonsense," she replied. "Just go in there and get to work. Within minutes you won't even realize you're naked." "How would you know?" I asked. "Honey, I just paraded myself willingly in there not an hour ago... half naked!" That, she was right on. "Besides, my husband and I vacation to Sandy Hills every year. It's a nudist beach down south." "No kidding?" "Yeah, before you know it, you just get used to it. Now just strip naked and walk in there confidently. Trust me!" I couldn't believe I was considering it, but before I could make up my mind, Betty began shoving me out of her office. "Hurry, before you change your mind. And honey, don't try covering yourself. You look foolish. Be confident and you'll fit right into the boy's club." She pushed me all the way down the hall, back to the meeting room and we both barged through the doors. Blanking my mind to get up the courage, I stood up straight and announced, "Betty told me about the "initiation" (I fingered the quotes) you do here for those who go through the teleporter for the first time. To prove I'm as devoted a staff member as the rest of you, I have decided to also be a part of that tradition." "Betty!" yelled Frank. "You are such a prankster!" It instantly dawned on me that Betty had improvised on the made-up story the executives told me about being naked during the first meeting. I instantly screamed and dropped to my knees to try and cover myself. Betty was laughing hysterically and the men began to join in. I was so ashamed! "There, there, now," said Frank. "If it's any consolation, we certainly wouldn't mind starting a tradition today." The Future We Make There once was an old mansion at the end of a long driveway in the woods. It was home to the most powerful sorcerer of all time. There was nothing this man didn't know, and there was nothing outside his power. When anyone visited he always seemed busy, much too busy to entertain let alone tell them what he was doing. When he died, he died alone, but for a reason. Unknown to all those around him, he had laid down the right enchantments to save the future. 30 years later, everyone had forgotten there was even a mansion back in the woods, until one day during the summer solstice the driveway re-appeared, like it hadn't been neglected for 30 years. A fence appeared around the whole property overnight. No one could penetrate the property for any reason. A mailbox even appeared, and that day 18 letters went out across the world. Each read.... Greetings You have been invited to a grand summit of the people, where the fate of the world and its future hangs in the balance. In a grand mansion that is truly in a space of its' own. You will have a chance to learn things you never knew, and become part of something much greater than yourself. I feel I must warn you, not everything, or everyone is as it seems. I kindly request that you come quickly to the address below, time is of the essence. We all eagerly await your arrival. Yours truly Dr. Cosmos Naturally, the 18 that received the letters were either extremely curious, or believed this was truly a dire situation, and they all proceeded to the address as fast as possible. The neighborhood that had witnessed the gates reappearance at the end of the drive was shocked to see it letting people in. Though when they tried to enter, they had no such luck. Those that arrived at the home were of the following races: elf, werewolf, werecat, vampire, avian, mermaid, siren, dwarf, fairy, centaur, troll, gnome, witch, wizard, angel, demon, wildling, and last but not least human. Needless to say, it was going to be a very interesting time in this mansion. I sat on the train, on my way to this overly bizarre place. I mean, I checked all over the internet for it and found nothing. That was weird to begin with. Another issue I was having is wondering what I could possibly do to save the future. In reality I thought that this was some big joke. The sad part is I had nothing better to do with my time. My mind wandered as I looked out the window, remembering the happy childhood I had had, and how much my life had changed since then. I went from being the youngest of my family, to the only one of my family still living, on one day the previous year. I remembered why I was still alive-my fear had kept me alive. I was terrified of flying, so I didn't go on vacation with the rest of my family when they took a plane. It crashed and I lost them all. All of my families' money was left to me, so it wasn't as if I had to work anymore. It even took me longer to get to this place because of my fear. I wondered what awaited me there. I had a very active imagination for a 19 year old. I normally poured it into stories. I thought of the different ways I could spin this story. By the time we came to my stop it was pouring outside. I grabbed my bags and rushed to the cover of the platform. It was a quaint little train station in the middle of nowhere. I dragged my bags to the payphone and called for a car to take me to the address. The car company said it would be half an hour before one could get to me. I sat on one of the benches and watched the rain pour down. It looked like someone had turned a shower on full blast. The wood frame of the train station was getting soaked, and the tin roof made it sound like someone was playing the drums above my head. The ground around the train station was turning into a muddy mess. I looked at the plants and thought they must be happy for the water. They had small flower arrangements around the place. I saw my reflection in a puddle growing bigger near me. My brown hair blended in with the paint of the station in the reflection. My pale skin and blue eyes shone bright though. I was never a fan of the sun, I burned easily. Soon enough the dingy little car pulled up, and the driver helped me get my things in quickly before he and I got soaked. I gave him the address and we headed off silently. It was a very scenic ride to the place. We arrived at the front gate, and were both startled when it opened on its' own.I didn't see any mechanics, or sensors, or anything. I shook it off as we drove through a very lush and vibrant forest; it seemed very welcoming and peaceful. The car pulled up to the front of the huge mansion and I got my bags out and paid the driver. I knocked on the door, getting my letter out, as he sped away. I didn't even see him drive down the road. What was he, a speed demon? A man answered the door. He had golden blonde hair, bright green eyes, the most angelic features, a perfect toned body, and a perfect set of teeth to boot. "How can I help you my dear?" His voice sounded angelic as well, like the holy choir was singing through this man. I had to stop staring first to answer his question. I shook my head and got my letter straight. "I received a letter to come to this address as fast as I could. This took some time, because I live rather far away, and I hate planes." I explained, as he looked over the offered letter. He smiled at me and I thought my heart would stop. I was not exactly a stunning woman, but this man made me feel like I was. "Please come in, and I will call the others down for lunch. We were all invited here, by this Dr. Cosmos, but we can't find him anywhere." He said, as he helped me with my bags into the mansion. The Gothic architecture of this place had me looking all over. It was from my favorite period, both being seen as religious and dark at the same time. Once my bags were through the door they disappeared, and I stepped back in shock. He saw my wide eyed reaction and sighed. "Sorry about that, this house tends to take care of us itself; your things are most likely in your room, which has your name on it, madam." He said as i stared on in shock. "That is not possible, there is no way my stuff just disappeared." I started to hyperventilate. He walked over to me quickly. "Breathe, breathe...if you don't you will pass out." He said as I attempted to calm myself. My head started to feel light and dizzy. "You are human aren't you?" He asked and I looked at him confused. "You aren't?" I said making it sound like he was nuts. "No. You need to sit. I will get the others, there is much to be explained." he admitted, and proceeded to walk me to a sitting room. I sat down, because if I didn't sit I was going to fall. I did not believe a word he was saying. My mind was spinning and my first thought was that I needed to get the hell out of here. These people are nut cases. Soon enough people started filtering in. They looked like normal people at first, but then someone with wings walked in, followed by another who was so short he would've just reached my knee, and a man that was half horse. My mind just couldn't take this all in, plus my health was not at its best due to the depression over the loss of my family. I promptly fainted. I awoke in a gorgeous room, on a canopy bed. The room was decorated as if for a princess, with a vanity and a window seat, in shades of red and gold. There was even a sitting area. My head was pounding, and my first thought was...no way in hell. I got out of the bed, thankful to still be in my clothes. I walked out of my room, and turned to discover that the door had my name on it. 'Eve'was engraved in gold lettering on a dark red door. I walked down the hall and soon found stairs. I descended, wondering where the heck my shoes had gone. I saw them by a door and went for them. As I bent to pick them up,I heard talking. "The poor darling, she had no idea what she was walking into." A very melodic voice said. "How dare the doctor expose us to a human." Another voice replied harshly. I did the only thing I could think to do. I ran out the front door as fast as I could and straight down the drive. All of a sudden the beautiful forest looked very dangerous. I made my feet go as fast as I could which was not as fast as I wanted to be going. I got to the gate and it wouldn't budge, not in the slightest. It was freezing against my hands, and I hadn't even realized it was still raining on my head. I went to the side of the gate and tried to climb the fence. For some strange reason I couldn't even grab onto the bars to begin to climb. My body slammed into thin air, like there was some kind of invisible barrier My eyes went wide as I heard footsteps behind me "Now that you've see you can't leave, are you ready to come back in and talk with us, little human?" A gravelly male voice called from behind me. "Are you the one stopping me from leaving?" I asked in an unpleasant tone while turning toward him. "No I am not. None of us can get out once we are in." He replied as I looked him in the face. His skin was tan, and his hair was long and black. His eyes were bright red and they made me shiver. He was devastatingly male and had the muscle to prove it. His muscle was hidden under a button up shirt and dress pants. I took a long breath and let it out slowly. "Let's go back." I grumbled, admitting defeat. We walked back down the driveway toward the house, and I was trying to mull this all over in my head. "So what are you, and what was Blondie?" I asked. He chuckled. "I am a demon, and blondie as you put it is an angel." I rolled my eyes. That fit alright. "What else is here, before I go in there to meet them?" I asked, fear laced in my tone. He looked at me with a smirk, seeming to enjoy my squirming. "Let's see, there is an elf, werewolf, werecat, vampire, avian, mermaid, siren, dwarf, fairy, centaur, troll, gnome, witch, wizard, and a wildling." He answered, and I looked at him confused. "Ok what is an avian, and a wildling?" I asked,and he looked to be thinking. "wildling is just another name for a shape shifter, and an avian is like a werewolf, or werecat, except it's a bird." He explained, putting his hands in his pockets. By the time we got inside we were drenched. I took my shoes off again, not wanting to track mud everywhere. The figures the demon had described began to exit what I thought was the sitting room I had been in earlier. All of a sudden the room went dark and the figure of an old man appeared in the middle of the room. A bright eerie light, was a plethora of colors was emanating from him. "Hello, I am Dr.Cosmos. I have been dead for 30 years, and have been waiting for the time to be right. That time has arrived and I have asked you all here. Since we are all together in the same room now, I shall explain a few things. No,you may not ask questions. Secondly, yes there is a human amongst you.Without her this will not work. Yes you are stuck here,and now that you are all here nothing can get in or out of my lands. Yes you are here for a reason, and yes there is a reason for the equal number of ladies and gentlemen. Everything about the situation and what you must do to save the future is in this home. I invite you to explore every inch of the house and grounds. Many questions can be answered if you simply look. Now I must go. Play nice. Hurting each other will not help you get out of here." He concluded, as his eyes took all of us in, and then he was gone. The lights came back on. "I am never going to get used to this." I muttered to myself, and tried to wring my shirt out. "Oh, let me help you with that." A woman with fuchsia eyes offered, and she quickly approached. She snapped her fingers, and the demon and I were both dry. "Witch?" I inquired hesitantly, and she nodded with a grin. I looked around trying to guess who was what. "Why don't we try the introductions again in the sitting room?" The very small man suggested. We all headed that way. I sat down sideways in a lone chair. The half man half horse stepped up. "As many of you know I am a centaur. My name is Selwyn." He announced, and I looked him over. The horse hair was a rich bay color, his skin was very tan, and the hair from his head flowed far down his back. His eyes were black and he had the look of someone who lived in the woods, he was very rough and rugged. "Quick question, sorry if it sounds rude Selwyn, but how on earth did you get here without any humans seeing you?" I questioned, not being able to contain myself from the curiousity. "Oh a valid question from a non-magical being. It's called glamor, a magic that we can all control to change how we appear to your kind." He said with a smile, like he was explaining it to a child. I would take that, considering I was exceedingly outnumbered here. The next to step up was angel boy. "My name is Angelo and I am an angel." He announced proudly and stepped back. He even walked gracefully, his perfection was starting to annoy me. Demon man stepped up next. "My name is Donovan and I am a demon." He proclaimed proudly and stepped back. The very short man walked up next. He reminded me of those people from the show 'Little People, Big World.' Except for his ears; they were pointed. He looked very thin. "My name is Cadoc and I am a gnome." He grunted out, and gave me a look that said 'I dare you to mock me'. His voice was commanding for someone so small. "Ok I have to ask, how do you get around without us stupid humans thinking you are a lawn gnome?" I asked, and he groaned. "I use an invisibility spell." He explained and it made sense. "Sorry, we don't know you all exist, so you can't take it personally when we do things you all consider stupid." I said looking at them all, which earned me a collective sigh. They really couldn't argue with that. The next one who stepped up was deathly pale, with near white eyes and short brown hair, and I got a very quick sense I was in danger. He set off all my warning bells. The word vampire screamed in my head. "My name is Villard and I am a vampire." He purred out and looked me right in the eyes. "Do I have a reason to worry?" I asked, dead serious, and he chuckled, with a dark tone that made me gulp. "No, this place keeps me well supplied with something to eat." He said and stepped back. I had no questions for him and no desire to be near him at all. The next one stepped forward and I looked him over curiously. He was bigger than the Gnome, but not by much, and he was nothing but muscle. It was kind of perplexing. "My name is Hallam, and I am a dwarf." He informed me and then it made sense. I immediately started thinking about 'Snow White and the Seven Dwarves'. They were all very good looking in this room. I felt out of place for more than just the fact that I was the only human. The next guy walked forward with a slight limp. He was taller than the dwarf, but still short, and he had a rather large nose. "My name is Roland and I am a troll." He said smiling at me. I smiled back, considering he was the first non-threatening creature here. He stepped back and a very thin, clinical looking man stepped forward. He wore glasses and had white hair. I wondered how old he was. "My name is yarrow, and I am a wizard." He announced in a official manner and bowed. I couldn't help but think of the guys from Vegas. Well, that probably wasn't an accurate thought, so I changed it to Harry Potter. The last guy stepped forward and he was athletic, and hyper as heck. He had green hair and bright orange eyes. "Hi my name is Oz, and I am a wildling." He stammered out and walked over sticking out his hand. I shook it and smiled. He was very friendly. Then all the girls stepped up at the same time. They were all beautiful. The first one was tall with pointed ears and long braided blonde hair. The next was athletic and muscular, and had her black hair in a ponytail. She was very sporty.The girl next to her had cat eyes, and was overtly sexy. The next girl was tall and thin. She also looked very fragile, and her long hair was bright red. The one after her had blue hair and green eyes. She was in a mini skirt and bikini top. The next was breathtaking; she had long golden hair and deep green eyes. Her body was to die for. The one after her was short with yellow hair and butterfly wings coming out of her back. Last in the line was the witch from earlier. "Hi, I am Sapphire I am an elf." The first one said. "Hey! I am Tanith a werewolf." The second one said. "Yo, I am Flora a werecat." The next in line announced. "Hi there. I am Bonnie, an avian." The fragile one wisphered. "Hello My name is Aurla, I am a mermaid." The blue haired one said with a sweet smile. "Well hello, my name is Blair and I am a siren." The breath taking one said in a sing song voice. "I am a fairy, my name is Amelia." The one with wings exclaimed happily. "My name is Elaine.You already know what I am." The witch said. I stood up. "My name is Eve, and as you all know I am human, and had no clue any of you existed until today." I announced awkwardly, and rubbed the back of my neck. Some laughed and others rolled their eyes. I sat down and relaxed some. "Hey am I allowed to ask questions?" I asked and they all looked at each other. "Of course my dear." Angelo spoke for them all. "So most of you look normal. Are you all using that Glamor stuff?" I asked, looking around at them. "No. Some of us have two forms." Yarrow answered, and I thought about that. "Hey, is there anything I should avoid doing?" I inquired, thinking that would be an important one. "Well let's see. Try not to get hurt around Villard. Don't make fun of anyone's size. Don't go outside on a full moon. Oh, and never call Selwyn a horsey." Hallam said. "Sounds good to me." I nodded, and turned my attention from Hallam to the roof. "Dinner should be on the table. Why don't we all go eat?" Cadoc suggested. We all got up and followed him to the dining room. I got a good look at the place. It was huge, and everything in it looked very expensive. Our seats had our names on them. On my left was Villard, and on my right was Donovan. Across from me were Oz, Tanith, and Flora. Food appeared in front of us from out of nowhere. I didn't question it. I just began to eat, happy to have something in my stomach today. Today had been so weird that I just zoned into my own world as the others started to talk. They were all happy around each other. I couldn't help the pang of pain in my chest. My depression was kicking back in, as memories of my families' last dinner together flashed through my head. My hands started to shake. I put down the fork I was holding. I stood up, barely trusting my voice. "Sorry to seem rude, but I must excuse myself. It has been a very long day for me. I am going to head to bed. Goodnight all." I shakily said, and got the heck out of the room. I made it to the room I'd awoken in earlier, and shut and locked the door behind me before I started to cry. I sank down against the door and let the tears fall down my face. I went into the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet hoping the magic here had put my meds there. It had and I took two. There was a soft knock at my door and I straightened myself up and went to it. "Who is it?" I asked, walking up to the door. "It's Oz, may I come in?" He asked. I opened the door. "What can I do for you Oz?" I asked, and he looked at me with worry. "We all saw you shaking. Are you ok? I am a partial empath and all I am getting is a deep sadness from you. It was like a switch was flipped." He explained. I let him in and sat down. "What I'm going to tell you, you can tell the others so I don't have to repeat myself." I informed him, and he nodded in response. He looked really young all of a sudden. The Future's So Bright, I Gotta... "The Future's So Bright, I Gotta Wear Shades" The day started sucking for Penny the moment she walked into work. Some stupid convention was in town, which meant the hotel was absolutely full, and her car had decided to conk out, so she needed to bum a ride to work from Stu, and he was so stoned that he'd spent five minutes staring at the ignition before she finally kicked him to the passenger's seat and drove herself, and the upshot of it was that when she got in, she got a five-minute lecture from Mister Walford on proper time management, and then got thrown into a shark's tank of irate conventioneers and dirty rooms. If she hadn't dropped a tab of Easy Street, she'd have fucking walked by now, but the Street mellowed her out enough for her to remember that she needed the money. Frankly, though, she was already starting to wish she'd dropped two. She knocked on the door to room 308, which had requested clean towels. "Come in," the guest said from inside. Penny opened the door and walked in. "Hi," she said, "I'm from--" The guy walked up to her and stuck some gizmo in her face before she even got a good look at him. It flashed in her eyes like a camera going off, and she winced. Photosensitivity was one of the Street's side effects. "Sit down," the guest said. Still blinking, she did so. Maybe the guy was going to apologize. "Good girl. Now take off your clothes." She shot him a look. He was a skinny little guy, maybe six inches shorter than her, not bad looking, but maybe 125 pounds soaking wet, wearing sunglasses in a hotel room. She didn't know what was going on in his head, but she felt pretty sure that she could take him if he tried to get violent. So she didn't feel like she had to be nice about refusing. "What do I look like, a hooker?" The Street took the edge off her anger, but that was only going to buy this guy about thirty seconds before she tossed the towels in his face and walked off. The guy looked down at his little gizmo, then back at her. He flashed it in her face again.She squinched her eyes shut tightly, still seeing spots. "Gah! Knock that shit off, OK? My fucking pupils are dilated!" Shit. She probably shouldn't have sworn at a guest. He could get her in trouble for that. Then again, she could get his skinny ass kicked out of the hotel room for telling her to strip naked. "What the--" He looked down at his little gizmo again. "Crap," he said. "Crap crap crap! Unless..." He leaned in real close, taking a look at her eyes as she opened them again. "Are you on any medication at the moment?" Penny snorted. "To survive this job? Half the girls in this building are on something. Vera on seven is stoned to the fucking gills right now, Maria up on nine takes three big fucking yellow pills that I don't even want to know what's in those, and one of the girls who works the penthouse suites deals heroin to the big-shots." She grinned. "Of course, if you're a narc, I didn't say any of that. But you're no cop. And I don't think you're going to report me to management, are you?" The guy shook his head, a little nervous all of a sudden. "No. No, no need to bother them with...with any of this. But, um...what exactly are you on?" Penny leaned back in the chair and smiled. "A little something I knocked up myself, in the basement. I call it Easy Street. It's a little bit pain-killer, a little bit stimulant, a little bit anti-depressant. It's mild enough that you can drop it at work and you won't fuck up your job, but strong enough that you go through the whole day without letting the little shit get to you. So, you know...when I take it, I'm on Easy Street all day long." The guest nodded. "That explains it. The drug must be inhibiting some of the neuro-peptides the Hyptronic Inducer stimulates. Means it doesn't work on you. The Neutronic Goggles shield me from any mind-control beams, of course, but without protection, you should have--" Penny leaned forward for a closer look at the gizmo, her eyebrows raised. "'Hyptronic Inducer'? You mean you actually thought you could just flash that thing in my eyes and I'd...what, be your little sex bunny?" She laughed. "That's it, isn't it? You put in god knows how many hours of work on that thing, spent who knows how much researching it, and all of it because you wanted to get laid." The guy snatched the gizmo out of her view and put it in his pocket. "That's--that's not it!" he stammered. "I mean--yes, I was--but that's just a, um, a fringe benefit! It's the principle! I want to prove it works, is all. Nobody said it would. Everyone said--they laughed at me! Laughed!" He seemed to find a groove, like he'd gotten onto familiar ground. "But oh yes, I will show them. When I unveil the Hyptronic Inducer at the convention this weekend, the others will understand my true genius. Then I will return to the university, and show them--show them all the true intellectual might of Doctor Jacob Lowenstein! Ahahahahahahahahahaha! Nothing in the world can stop me now!" He raised his right fist in the air, as though waiting for a dramatic bolt of lightning. Penny looked at him appraisingly through the whole speech. Finally, she spoke. "You haven't had any pussy in a long time, have you?" Jacob stammered and blushed, his monologuing skills suddenly gone. Penny stood up and slid her arm around his waist. "I tell you what, Jacob. You use that gizmo of yours on my boss, Mister Walford, and give me a free pass out of work for the day, and I'm all yours. You can tell me about this convention of yours, explain a little more about that Hyptronic Inducer, and maybe we'll even take care of that 'not getting laid' thing. How's that sound?" ***** Jacob had barely gotten the door closed when Penny pounced on him. She dragged him over to the bed, literally threw him down, and started pulling her clothes off. "Sweet suffering fuck," she said, her words slightly muffled by her own uniform, "that was the fucking hottest shit I ever saw!" She yanked her bra off, flinging it heedlessly across the room. "Oh, God, when you zapped Mister Walford with that thing..." She finished stripping in what had to be record time and jumped onto Jacob. He'd barely managed to get his pants unzipped, but that was good enough for Penny. She pulled his cock out of his fly and impaled herself on it. "Did you, ohh, did you see the look on his face?" She started pumping her hips, rolling them forward slightly with each downward stroke, and back slightly as she reared up. "Oh, fucking yes, God, I never thought I'd think that man was sexy, but, unnh, seeing him like that..." She hit her first orgasm quicker than she expected. Jacob wasn't that big, but he was big enough, and clearly had a lot of pent-up energy. "Fuck, no wonder you wanted to do that to me. I'd want...mmm, that's nice...I'd want to do that to me too, if I was you." Jacob seemed a little shell-shocked. He had this expression on his face that was half amazed, half horny, and half scared out of his wits by being practically raped in his own hotel room. Penny hit her second climax, and felt him squirt inside of her. Penny guessed the horny half had won. She rolled off of him, and the two of them lay on the bed for a long moment. "So," she said at last. "The convention that came in today...is it a bunch of guys like you? Perverts with brain-zappers?" Jacob gave her a look like he was trying to decide whether or not she was making fun of him. Something about the way her breasts were still heaving must have made him decide she wasn't. "It's the Fifth Annual Mad Scientists' Convention," he said. "We hold symposia, exhibitions, panels...to be honest, a lot of it is just an excuse to show off. Everyone's always got something new they're working on, and being able to demonstrate something big is always a major coup. I hear Finley's planning to unveil his new Neural Clamp..." "That's more mind control shit, right?" "Not exactly. Finley's specialty is neural induction. His idea is that you can transmit signals to a person's muscles through induction of electrical impulses, run a human being entirely by remote control. They would know they were being controlled, but they wouldn't be able to stop it." Penny shivered. "Damn. You better be ready for another go-round, Jake, because I just found a whole new turn-on here." Jacob looked down at himself. "I, um...maybe in a few minutes..." Penny sat up and looked around for her uniform. After a few moments of rummaging around in the pockets, she came up with a little blue pill. "Why don't you take a little Trojan Horse? I get the feeling we're going to be at this a while, and I don't want you pooping out on me before I'm ready to quit." He took the pill from her hand with a slightly nervous expression. "Trojan Horse?" "Yeah. It causes pop-ups." She was a little surprised to hear him laugh, but she figured that he must spend a lot of time on the web. "It's another little something I put together. Works a little like Viagra, but it's also got a bit of a stimulant in there, so you'll have a lot of energy to go with your hard-on." She saw the expression on his face. "Don't worry, it's perfectly safe, unless you've got a heart problem or something. Which probably half the guys on Viagra do, but why shouldn't they make sex pills for the younger generation?" "You're quite the talented chemist," Jacob said, swallowing the pill. "I'm surprised you're working at this job." "The raw ingredients aren't cheap, and it's hard to find clients that'll shell out big bucks for stuff they've never heard of. The big cartels would want the recipes so they could crank stuff out fast, and I like my little secrets, so I can't deal much. I spend most of the money I make selling this shit on testing the new stuff. It barely keeps me even. Right now, it's basically a hobby that pays for itself." She lay back down on the bed. "Why don't you get over here now, baby? That stuff's pretty fast-acting." She looked down at his already-stiffening cock. "But I guess you noticed." ***** They stayed in bed most of the day, but finally, Penny persuaded him to take her down to the convention floor for a look. "They won't let just anyone into the exhibition hall," he said. "We'll go together. You'll have your badge, and I'll be your arm-candy. Bet it'd make every guy down there jealous to see a beautiful woman by your side..." Jacob shook his head knowingly. "Most of the attendees have been here all day. By now, ninety percent of your staff are brainwashed sex toys. They won't think it's anything special." She tapped his sunglasses. "But I'll be the only girl down there wearing these..." "Let's go." The convention floor was a cave of wonders, filled with sparking arcs of electricity, blinding actinic lights, and dozens of men wearing lab coats and dark glasses. Everywhere Penny looked, she saw some sort of device, some a marvel of Victorian cranks and levers, some sleek iPod-esque designs, and some like nothing she'd ever imagined... "Oh my god, what's with all the naked women? They're not staff, are they?" Jacob smiled. "Professor Bronson's Living Dolls. He's very proud of them, but between you and me, he never did get the scent quite right. If you get close, they smell like machine oil and ozone. Professor Bronson seems to like it, though. And then there are the rumors..." "Rumors?" Penny circled one of the perfect-looking women wandering the convention floor, sniffing at one of them experimentally. "Well, supposedly, if you purchase one, you want to check its model number. Professor Bronson denies it, but the whole K series supposedly has an error in its vaginal compression subroutine, and under certain circumstances..." Penny winced. "Ouch. Like sticking your dick in a punch press, huh?" Jacob smiled at her in what he clearly hoped was a flirtatious manner. "That's why some of us prefer the human touch." Or human-ish, at least. An aisle down, someone was displaying jars of silvery flowing liquid, like mercury but sparkling with tiny lights. "What does that stuff do?" "Oh, that's Doctor von Tranza. He's into nanites." "Nanites? Like, little tiny machines? What do they do?" "Coat a woman's body, reprogram her brain and re-engineer her physique. She winds up very pliant and eager to please...silver all over, head to toe, but again, von Tranza seems to like that. So do some of the women. He's been in a committed relationship with a cyborg for the past three years now. I think that's why he's disposing of his stock." They walked past subliminal displays and Neural Clamps (Finley was demonstrating it on Maria, from up on nine, and Penny slid Jacob's hand down her dress while the two of them stuck around a moment to watch it work), memory erasers and Hypnotrodes, devices that emitted arousal beams and one particular device called a 'Go-Go Ray' that was unfortunately not being demonstrated at the time. "Not so many doomsday devices or reanimated corpses as I'd imagine," said Penny as they wandered up a row of Hypno-Discs. "I mean, really it seems less like 'mad science' and more like you guys are all just trying to find ways to get hot young women to fuck you." Jacob shrugged. "A little from column A, a little from column B. We're mad, yes, but we also want to avenge ourselves on those who mocked and scorned our genius. And you'd be amazed at how many of those mockers and scorners are pretty young women who turned us down for dates." Penny noticed a commotion on the edge of the hall. "Who's that guy they're kicking out?" Jacob looked, then gave an irritated sigh. "Professor Ludcheski. He's in here every year, trying to show us some device that can change men into women, but we've told him time and time again, we just don't allow that kind of thing in here. He can find some other convention to display his ideas at, thanks very much. Nobody here wants to see it." Penny looked sidelong at him. "This place really is a total sausage fest, isn't it?" "Well, it is a mad scientist's convention. I mean, nothing personal, Penny, but women just don't get mad science. They always wind up doing sane, useful things for the progression of the human race. They don't have the temperament to turn someone into a nubile cheetah-temptress." "I see," Penny said, perhaps a bit coldly. "You know what? Between the sex and the sightseeing, I haven't had anything to eat all day. You want to go grab a bite at the food court?" ***** The restaurants were crowded with mad scientists, so Penny and Jacob got their food to go and walked back to the hotel room with it. Penny grabbed the drinks, Jacob picked up some extra napkins, and the two of them returned to the room in silence. They sat on the bed and ate. "Look," Jacob said, in between bites of his burger, "I can tell that you're still a little upset over the whole 'women can't be mad scientists' thing. I didn't mean it as an insult." He swallowed a piece of french fry. "I think women are every bit as intelligent as men, I really do." He took a swig of soda. "I just think that mad science--truly mad science--is something that requires a different kind of intelligence. The mad scientist community is, um..." He took another long drink of his soda. "We're pretty much in agreement on this. The mad universities don't even accept female applications. We've just never seen a woman with the, um...with the qualifications to...to...um..." He paused, losing his train of thought completely. "I...feel funny..." "I slipped a little Blank in your drink back at the restaurant. Odorless, tasteless, but baby, it makes you a real good listener. Tons of muscle relaxants, some narcotics...makes you just want to sit back, not worry, and let me handle everything now, don't you?" Jacob slumped back against the wall, letting the soda fall out of his grasp onto the floor. Stupid sunglasses don't stop chemicals, she thought as she pulled them off Jacob's face and stared at his glassy eyes. Imagine, all these years she'd been experimenting, working long, tired nights in her basement, and there was this whole world of people out there with the same vision she had--and they were keeping it from her! 'Women can't be mad scientists', they said. 'Don't have the temperament', they said. What they really meant was 'You can't join our little club.' They were sitting there, with their Hypno-Discs and sex robots, laughing at her. Laughing at her! Oh, but she'd show them. She reached into Jacob's pocket and took out the Hyptronic Inducer. She'd show them all. She'd get them alone, slip them a little Blank, or Scatterbrain, and then--she pointed the Inducer and Jacob and pulled the trigger. ZAP! I know all about neuro-peptides, Jacob, I know what blocks them and what doesn't, I know more than you do. Soon, you'll see. Soon you'll all see! She realized suddenly that she was laughing, but that only made sense. The thought of all these men, begging to give her their inventions, all those devices combined with her brilliant chemistry, the thought of Mister Walford and everyone who had laughed at her being laid low, it all just seemed so funny. There suddenly seemed to be no limit to her potential conquests. The words popped into her head unbidden, but as she shouted them, she knew they were true. "Nothing in the world can stop me now!" THE END