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                                Rough Boy
                                by ElSol

Copyright© 2012 by ElSol


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Description: Three and a half years after the Event that destroyed human sexuality, an ex-soldier comes to realize the Event changed him but not like everyone else. Why do all the women around him think he smells wonderful?

Codes: MF mc PostApoc harem oral anal mastrb
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Prologue


I am Erotic Mind Control Positive.

It defines me in the new world circumstance, but I cannot sincerely wish otherwise. I am and have been other things: an ignored son, a decorated Special Operations soldier, a pawn during the greatest heist in history, a PTSD sufferer, a loner, an overbearing employee, a forceful lover, a husband, and a father.

They will tell you the world I was born into ended without a bang, specifically 'without a bang'. The sun did not explode. There was no Great Plant Die Off. God did not punish us with a flood for overwarming his Eden. No one knows what happened; the media settled on 'The Event'. The First World countries were the first to fall, but it didn't take long for the most remote corners of the world to be affected.

No one fucked anymore. No sex. No making love. No bang ... just the silence of empty cribs announcing the end of the human race!

The signs abounded long before the government took its boot off the newscasters' and media pundits' necks. Overnight every American soldier pulled out of combat zones, embassies, and non-disclosed missions. The most elite troops sent back out to places and missions which would have made no sense to anyone who didn't know the why--'babysitting' duties while US missionaries gutted orphanages around the world.

As one of the babysitters, I wasn't in the country when the news broke: a catastrophic drop in new pregnancies. Sterility and impotence were the rule and not the exception! I felt the effect of the world learning the truth though. We were in ass-end of a Central American forest raiding an orphanage. Their soldiers executed the children rather than let us take them. We walked into an ambush; seeing the bodies of dead children enraged us past caring about our own deaths. Later, I would remember the words of a female missionary as she died in my arms at the extraction site, "Tell the Department, you're one of them!"

I should have known what she meant, but I was done with it all. I took the blame for our group crucifying the enemy soldiers who didn't die right away. The military marched me out with no ceremony and no recriminations. I picked a random city, got an overnight-shift job, a girlfriend as happy as I was to ignore the world, and dug a fucking bunker nothing short of a nuke or God could penetrate.

I proved too competent at my job, chose the wrong girl, and brought a nuke into the bunker with me. Or maybe for the last one, God had already seen fit to make me a part of humanity's salvation and was only letting me sulk while he made other arrangements.

It took a three-years to find the person the end of the world made me. I can't say he's a better man than the boy who signed up to save the world, even if I have the power to actually do it this time around.

I am Erotic Mind Control Positive! I can fuck; I can have sex; I can make love. More importantly, I can make non-Positives bang to my tune. Without someone like me, babies aren't conceived.

Savior and Satan.

I was reborn in a conference room.



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Chapter 1

"I'm new here," the blonde said. She sat the head of the conference table.

I hated meetings; I hated standing room meetings more. I would have gladly given up my seat, but the senior members of management in attendance knew that letting me stand near the door was implicit permission to leave as soon as I got bored. In those days, meetings bored me quickly! Since those senior members put the most work in my queue, it was telling that each one met my eyes as they walked into the conference room. The meeting invite had not been informative, but the titles in the room made me sigh. Too many different departments for the guy (ME!) who best understood how they bridged together on a technological level to be left out of the handholding phase of a project.

"Let's go around the room and introduce ourselves," the blonde suggested with some steel in her voice.

I sighed loudly. I disliked project managers who didn't understand they managed projects ... not me.

"Don't!" Kameron whispered from my left.

The blonde shot me a corporately correct annoyed look. She put her pen on the pad in front of her and stared at me. Clearly, she intended me to understand that she would be taking note of my name. I pushed my chair back and looked at the ceiling. I might have taken a catnap because the next thing I knew Kameron was speaking.

"Kameron Chong," she said. "I work for the Finance Department in Customer Risk Management."

Before her best friend dumped me, Kameron explained to me that her job was going through the financials of potential deals from the view of getting new clients and keeping them on board.

"Pulna Patel," Kameron's boss said from the other side of me. "Director of Risk Management."

"Wait!" the blonde said. "And you are?"

I kept staring at the ceiling tiles. I didn't do names in meetings! People felt that knowing my name meant they could ask me to do their job for them.

"Excuse me!" she raised her voice. "In between Kameron and Pulna. Who are you?"

I turned my head to look at Kameron, who tried to contain a smile. In a moment of male stupidity, I told my ex-girlfriend that Kameron was hands-down the most attractive woman in the company. Melissa, my ex, worked in the same company! Strictly speaking, Kameron wasn't my type. I preferred short, athletic, light-eyed, straight-haired blondes. Kameron was taller than me by a couple inches, had brown eyes, a latte shade to her skin, and a fabulous wealth of nearly curly brown hair. I couldn't complain about Kameron being in the elegantly built category of females rather than athletic.

"Sir," the blonde said. "You're being rude."

She must have stepped on a few toes in her short tenure. People generally tried to keep new employees away from me. When someone pissed me off, I had a tendency to ignore his or her entire department for days.

"I don't do names," I told her.

"You need to do names," she insisted. I didn't like her tone of voice! From the way, the managers and directors looked away I got the message someone expected me to be myself so she'd learn a lesson.

"If I tell you my name, you'll think you know me," I said. "So when you have whatever little problems come up in whatever job you were hired to do, you'll email me to solve them. Considering your tone of voice, you're going to think it should be my highest priority even after you know that your boss's boss's boss sends me similar requests."

Somebody made a mistake in hiring the blonde! Her face turned a variety of red shades. She pushed her chair back and stood up. I smiled--raising your voice at me was direct permission to leave a meeting.

"His name is Michael Jones," the C.E.O. of the company said as he stepped into the room. He put his cell phone away and patted the back of the blonde's chair. She jumped away to let him sit down. "Please don't email him until ... you'll know when you can email him, Elizabeth. If you don't wait, he'll send your boss, me, an email saying 'Make her go away'. I'd prefer not to receive that email!"

Wow! What the fuck had Miss Blonde done? She glared at me. Oh! One of those! Obviously, she held me responsible for looking bad in front of everyone who mattered in the company.

Her boss? Not her boss's boss's boss. Her direct upstream report!

"I'm serious!" the C.E.O. said staring at her.

I studied the senior management members. Obviously, the blonde would be in charge of whatever project we were there to discuss and far too many Senior VPs and C-ofs sat in the room for it not to be MAJOR.

I was wrong--Blondie probably hadn't stepped on any toes, instead I'd been used to send a message. But what message? Although, it was not nice to know my actions could be so easily predicted.

"If you speak about the following information before we package it properly for the media, you will be fired," the C.E.O. told everyone in the room. "Am I understood?"

We nodded.

He stood up and directed the blonde to the chair. She arranged her items back to their proper place. Her eyes met mine with absolutely no sign of the recrimination that had been in them before. Smart and flexible--ooh, la la!

"We've been awarded a Department of Procreation contract," the blonde announced.

It answered all the questions! The DOP might as well have been given their own money-printing press.

"What's her name?" I asked Kameron. "I wasn't paying attention."

"Elizabeth Dare," she replied.

To project manage a DOP contract, Miss Dare's qualifications had to be stellar.

"How much?" I asked, cutting through the excitement in the room.

Miss Dare's eyebrows went up. "We're going to be responsible for tracking the DOP Erotic Mind Control Positives' movements around the country."

"We prefer mapping," a young woman said from beside the door. Brows furrowed around the room. Most of us hadn't seen her walk in so she must have been behind our CEO.

Nodding, Miss Dare continued, "Mapping the movements of DOP EMC-Positives and correlating it to a large number of statistics from around the country."

"To what purpose?" I asked.

The young woman stared at me. Miss Dare's eyes expressed a depth of curiosity as she looked at me. Very flexible!

"Don't bother," I said dismissively. "If you know statistically what an area with a DOP Positive looks like, you'll be able to match it to other areas and find Positives who haven't come into the fold. It's going to take a lot of crunching. Other than birth rates, there's no key identifier. More importantly, a DOP Positive willfully acts to raise the birth rate in an area from zero even if he or she is only passing through. An unaffiliated Positive may not have that affect but other information may lead you to them!"

The young woman raised an eyebrow at me. Miss Dare looked from the woman to me.

"At the contract signing, the DOP made a billion dollars available to us," Miss Dare told me.

I walked out of the meeting. They brought in Elizabeth Dare to do the people and time managing. If they didn't bring in outside technical resources, it meant the decision had already been made to drop the entire environment in my lap and build the group only after establishing a strong, internal foundation.

The message had been for both of us! Miss Dare and I were going to have to learn to work together.

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I walked the loop around the company campus when I needed to think. Someone told me it was a mile and half, so two laps around was an easy cardio session during warm months.

I didn't need to think; I needed to blow off some steam. Melissa left me with a bad taste for bullshit games. Someone could have told me they were going to drop a billion dollar project in my lap! They didn't have to let two trains collide so they'd cancel each other's momentum out.

I ran the billing systems for the company. I had intimate knowledge of the various data content and structures because my function pointed externally and internally. In two and half years in my role, we absorbed a number of smaller companies. The takeovers came fast; too many people wanted to keep or grow their slice of the pie for a single technology umbrella. Billing touched everything in the company! I was one of a handful of people who knew how things worked, worked together, were related, and could be made to relate. Incredibly, I might have been the most friendly of the bunch. My life consisted of the gym and my job so I spent most nights and weekends solving a problem or answering some very complicated data questions for someone in the company.

Considering the disaster with Melissa didn't make me leave the company, people figured I liked 'billing' too much to quit. With a billion dollars as the front end to the project, they needed a roundabout way to tell me I was going to be airlifted to a new set of responsibilities. The lack of balls annoyed the fuck out of me! Not to mention if they needed me that much, I should be getting paid for it. Although, I was the one lacking the balls to throw down a raise ultimatum.

I stopped in the middle of the road--a billion dollars meant some money to throw around. A little digging in could make Elizabeth Dare think a raise would smooth the early phase of our working relationship. Fucking great! Throw around the word 'billion' and a guy who hates games starts playing them.

My cell phone rang.

"Yes?"

"It's Kameron."

"Mmhm."

I could almost hear her vibrating with peeve; Kameron hated my phone etiquette. She and I never hit it off while I was with Melissa. After Melissa dropped my ass, I communicated less with Kameron, but we got along better. She must have felt sorry for me, just not enough to cross her best friend by being more publicly friendly. Kameron almost always emailed me so the phone call had my attention even if I couldn't help yank her chain with the way I answered the phone.

"I have a problem," she said.

"You never call me for any other reason."

"Cut it out!" she said. "It's serious!"

"Kameron, it's always serious!" I replied. "Every time for everyone."

"Michael, I just got off the phone with one rude asshole..."

I took the phone off my ear. Stretching, I considered throwing the phone into the woods and walking home. With the world crumbling after the Event that destroyed human sexuality, my military background could easily land me a security job traveling with the idiots still trying to do business internationally. A letter of resignation could provoke Miss Dare into a generous counteroffer!

"Michael?" Kameron was saying when I brought the phone back to my ear. "I'm sorry."

"What are you going to do when I'm working for Elizabeth Dare?" I asked.

"I did the workup for the Department of Fuck's contract," she replied. "I move under Elizabeth on Monday."

The Department of Procreation had quite a few nicknames. I stared at the phone--the Department of Fuck was not what I would have picked as Kameron's preferred nickname. I liked the name the people who worked for the Department used--The Institute.

Made it sound like an insane asylum!

"I think I'm going to be your boss, especially after the thing between you and Elizabeth today," Kameron said. "So you should get over to your desk and solve my problem ... in the interest of getting off on the right foot with your new Senior Director."

I looked around and counted the laps off in my head. "I lost track of time. I think I did four laps so I'm sweaty."

"Take a shower in the gym after you fix my issue," she said. "I'll buy lunch afterwards."

"We have meal cards," I said.

"I meant out, Michael," she replied. "We can make it a threesome with Elizabeth so you can apologize to her. Don't worry! I'll make sure she apologizes to you too. She's probably going to agree with you about fewer people knowing your name when you're the technology babysitter in HER billion dollar project."

"You had me at threesome."

"Why?"

I shook my head, "Since you don't mind my funk, what's the problem?"

Cutting through the parking lot, I headed to the nearest door. Thankfully, it was opposite the fitness center. I had changed into sweats and a t-shirt before taking my walk. The guards were uppity about the dress code because Human Resources insisted they wear full uniforms. If someone stopped me on the way to my desk, I could always fake some stiffness and point towards the fitness center.

"We did a release for a customer last night, but their mall isn't showing the new prices."

We'd taken over the Internet presence of some large retailers who got caught with their pants down in the collapse of the outsourcing business model when most countries tightened or closed their borders.

"I'm in the building," I said, hanging up the phone.

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"Michael?" Kameron's voice sounded far away. "Michael!"

"What?" I snapped, looking away from the conference room.

"A few more feet." Kameron waved me towards my desk.

I turned back to stare at what had stopped me in a tracks as I walked to my desk--Angela's whale tail!

"Michael!" Kameron grabbed my arm.

"All right!"

Everyone in the conference room turned towards the open door. My eyes hadn't moved from the focus of my attention. Angela tracked my line of sight down to her waist. She wore black jeans and a shirt that was a good length while standing but when sitting exposed her lower back. The jeans were low enough in the waist that her black thong panties were exposed. She tilted her head as she looked back to me.

"You smell good," Kameron whispered.

The people in the conference room shook their heads. They looked around at each other as if something had changed. Angela moved in the chair restlessly. Her hand moved down to her exposed panties; she pushed a finger under the band and circled from one hip to the other along the small of her back. All the women in the room took a deep breath at the same time. Kameron touched the side of my neck. I turned and watched as she licked my sweat from her finger.

"HmPH!" someone said a few feet behind me. The young woman who walked into the meeting behind our CEO was leaning against the wall. "That explains it!"

"Explains what?" I asked her.

"Not your ex-girlfriend though ... how did she manage to break up with you?" She stared at Kameron for a second.

"Melissa works upstairs. Quad B. Third row from the lounge area if you go up those stairs," Kameron told the woman, pointing to the back left corner of my Quad.

The young woman stepped up to me, "Sorry, Michael. Not yet!"

She looked into the conference room and at Kameron before walking towards the stairway.

"Are you going to help or not?" Kameron asked.

Angela smiled at me before closing the conference room door.

"Okay! They probably forgot to add the synchronization to the release handoff, so nobody told Ana she was on last night."

"Is it quick?" Kameron asked. "Elizabeth cleared her afternoon so we could do a long lunch meeting after you shower."

"I'm already running it," Ana said when I sat at my desk. Ana was a god-send: technically proficient, unambitious, and with two kids and a dead-beat husband any adjustments I allowed to convenience her life was returned three times over in hard work.

"I should have caught it," Ana apologized.

I shrugged, "We're going to have to talk. I'm not going to be doing billing much longer."

"I heard some of it," Ana said.

"Is Ana going to work with you?" Kameron asked.

"You smell good," Ana said suddenly, leaning towards me and sniffing.

I laughed as I got up to head to the fitness center. "Should I meet you there, Kameron?"

"With Elizabeth's budget, I'm going to try to convince her to take us to the nicest restaurant in the county, so I'll drive. It might be the only way I can keep you two talking long enough to come to some sort of agreement."

"She's a project manager with a billion dollar check," I said over my shoulder. "I could pick my nose at the lunch table as long as she thinks I'm the guy who'll make sure she doesn't get called at night unless the building is on fire."

"A billion dollars!?!" Ana yelled. "If I get a raise, I'll come with you."

"I'm certainly getting a raise," Kameron yelled at the top of her lungs to make sure I heard her. "A big one if I have to deal with Michael Jones every day!"

I wasn't THAT bad ... to Kameron. I'd have to learn to be nice to Elizabeth Dare too.



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Chapter 2

"Are you okay?" Kameron asked.

I'd been thinking about Angela's panties since Elizabeth and I came to an accord at our too-long lunch. At least, it would have been too long if Kameron and Elizabeth didn't need to know everything I did. They wanted to clear my plate in the next month so I could start being their personal at-work bitch.

I put Kameron at the top of the female list at work. Elizabeth was more my type so for blondes she now had the number one spot. Angela held the title in the body department: large hips, a big ass, big breasts, long curly black hair, and green eyes.

I adjusted myself before looking at Kameron. She was staring at my crotch. We were in front of my place so I decided to get out of the car before she realized what she was doing and got embarrassed.

"I'll see you tomorrow," I said.

We'd stayed at the restaurant long enough for it not to make sense to go back to the office. Kameron offered to drop Elizabeth and me off. She'd be picking us up in the morning.

Kameron leaned over the center dash to look at me. "I can come back in a couple of hours. We can have dinner and talk about our new boss. I'll buy drinks!"

"Sure..." I said. "I don't usually eat until seven-thirty or eight."

"I know," she said. "I'm Melissa's best friend, remember? I know all about you, Michael."

I closed the door and watched Kameron drive away. Why did that not sound good?

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It was too early for the knock at my door to be Kameron. The interruption came at a rather critical moment in my fantasy about Angela's panties. The knocking got more insistent!

I opened the door.

"Hey," Tamara said with a smile.

I lived a few blocks from the State University--prime real estate for off-campus housing. A previous landlord remodeled the house: one tiny downstairs apartment (mine) and two larger apartments upstairs. Two girls apiece occupied the upstairs apartments. Tamara Wimer and Gemma Lace lived in the apartment above mine.

"What's up?" I asked when Tamara hesitated to say what was on her mind.

"Did you do laundry last night?"

"Yeah," I replied. "I was up late."

"Did you maybe find something in the load that wasn't yours?" She put her hands behind her back and smiled shyly.

"I didn't fold anything," I replied. "I left all the laundry in the basket."

"I think my favorite pair of panties were in the dryer."

"Oh!" I looked at the laundry basket beside my desk. Tamara was hot! I couldn't have made a girl more my type if I tried: blonde, blue-eyed, and a slim, athletic build.

"Can you look?" she asked.

"Yeah, sure." I waved her in before turning to the basket.

Angela's panties ... and now I was going to go digging for Tamara's favorite pair in MY laundry. I tried very hard not to think about what sounded a whole lot like a date with Kameron in a little over an hour. Kameron's panties!

This had to be the tiniest panties I'd ever seen: a see-through lavender thong that would barely come above her pussy in front with a slightly more substantial T-back.

I turned around with the panties in my hand. Tamara stared at them and then into my eyes. I really liked Tamara's blue eyes!

I held the panties out to her. Something sparked between us as her fingers touched my hand. I stepped forward and kept going until Tamara was pressed against the wall. She whimpered as I went in for a kiss. Her hands grabbed my forearms. She didn't try to push me away, instead pulling me closer.

Tamara groaned loudly when I broke the kiss, pushed her chin up, and ran my teeth along her neck. I was losing my mind! I needed Tamara! I grabbed her arms, raising them up above her head. Tamara's mouth opened to accept the invasion of my tongue. She pushed her hips out, found what she was looking for, and rubbed my dick by moving side to side.

I couldn't take it anymore! Pulling away, I let go of her. Tamara's hands rested on top of my wrists when I grabbed her belt. She didn't try to stop me; she seemed to want to stay in contact with my bare skin. Her belt, pants button, and zipper were little barrier to my desire. I grabbed the waist of her jeans and panties to push them down. She wriggled her legs to help their journey off her body. Her hands found my pants and returned the favor.

Tamara jumped up, wrapping her legs around me. My dick found her pussy when she settled down. She gasped, freezing in place. It wasn't enough for me! I pressed her against the wall, grabbed her ass, and thrust upwards hard. Tamara was too tight for the thrust to sink me in completely. I pulled back and thrust hard again! Tamara locked her legs behind me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and squeezed me tight. I pulled back and thrust, pulled back and thrust, pulled back and thrust as hard as I could.

Finally! I pulled back and enjoyed a thrust that seated me to the balls inside of Tamara. She screamed; her entire body ... legs, arms, and pussy squeezed me for dear life. Tamara screamed again!

I fucked through her convulsions, not caring about anything except how Tamara's pussy hugged my cock as I fucked her. She screamed when I thickened! I thrust one more time and held myself deep inside of her.

"Yes!" she whispered.

Cum jetted into her. I shuddered, jerked my hips back and into her. Another volley of cum shot from my body into Tamara.

I was still hard. Tamara was sitting on the floor, looking up at my cock. Reaching down, I grabbed her by the arms. She let me guide her to my bedroom.

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"I found these in your laundry basket too," Gemma said from the door of my bedroom.

Tamara passed out while I was fucking her doggie-style. I had been trying to decide whether or not to stop. I had been close ... so close!

I looked at Gemma. Her eyes were a wicked hazel-blue; she always seemed a little fey to me even if her body leaned more to the curvy side. Not much in the breast department but Gemma's hips made up for it.

She stood at the door with one hand holding her panties and the other hand holding her white dress up to show me it was an excuse. She'd been wearing the panties!

I pulled out of Tamara. Gemma gasped and shivered when she got a full look at my hard dick. The panties dropped to the floor. I walked to her slowly; she seemed to be building up to something without any help from me. By the time I crossed the room, her breathing was painfully shallow and her eyes were teary.

Grabbing Gemma's arms, I led her to the bed. I picked Gemma up and flipped her around so her head came off the bed as she lay on it. I pushed my cock down to her mouth. Too high! I held Gemma in place and pushed the top mattress forward with a leg. Gemma dropped to the lower mattress; I leaned down as she tilted her head back. Her hands guided my hips forward; her mouth enveloped the head of my dick as her hands urged me to keep coming.

I spread her legs and pushed two fingers into her moist pussy. Gemma groaned as I fucked her mouth with my dick and her pussy with my fingers. The position put her mouth and throat in perfect line to be a receptive tunnel to my thrusts. I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and rubbed her clit hard. She arched her back; I fucked Gemma's mouth with long strokes. Her hands reached around to caress my ass and thighs. Lost to anything except my finger and thrusting dick, Gemma moaned around me.

Reaching down, I put a hand behind her neck. I pushed in deeper, making Gemma take me fully down her throat. I put two fingers on her clit and ran them up and down her clit as fast as I could. Gemma swallowed and swallowed!

She arched again and swallowed like crazy. She wanted me to cum with her. I relaxed, resting my knees on the bed and let myself go. Gemma sucked hard as she came. She had something to swallow now!

I pulled out of Gemma. Fuck! Three orgasms and my dick had not flagged a bit!

Gemma's hand drifted up. She looked around my dick to smile at me. Gemma, clearly, had more stamina than Tamara. I flipped her over and turned her around so her ass was to me. Grabbing her hips, I put her in the same position I had Tamara when she fainted.

"Oh my God! Yes! Fuck me!" Gemma yelled as I thrust into her pussy.

This was better! I gripped Gemma's hips tightly and let it go. Fucking in and out of her with brutal thrusts. She screamed and screamed, but none of it was in pain. Gemma wanted it as badly as I did!

I felt her hand on my ball sack from underneath. I changed my handgrips from her hips to her asscheeks, spreading them as if it would help me get deeper.

Like Tamara, Gemma passed out. Unlike Tamara though, I didn't think Gemma would have a problem if I finished.

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I looked at my bed. The bed was discombulated with the top mattress half on and half off. Tamara lay on her stomach on the top mattress--I would have to keep the secret of her snoring to myself. Gemma was on the bottom mattress with her ass still in the air. I'd seen a baby or two sleep in that position but never an adult.

I was going to jail for raping them! Their enjoyment of the act wouldn't save me. Maybe not Gemma--I mean, she'd taken off her panties. Tamara was a different story; I attacked her.

The knock took me out of my reverie. Shit! Kameron! I scrambled for clothing. I'd be damned if I missed my last meal as a free man.

"Hey," I said as I closed the door behind me. Kameron's brown eyes were curious as she tried to look around me into the apartment.

"You smell really good," she said, not backing away.

"You keep telling me that," I said. Reaching behind her, I put a flat hand on the small of her back and turned Kameron towards the front door.

She hesitated for a second in surprise but let me lead her out.

"Do you think we can pick up my car?" I asked.

"I told you I'd pick you up in the morning, Michael," she said. "Let it go! I'm going to force you and Elizabeth together until the two of you play nice."

"I don't play nice with anybody, Kameron." I said.

"You're nice to me," she replied haughtily.

"I'm not an asshole to you."

"For you that's playing nice," she replied.

"In that case, why is me not being an asshole to Elizabeth so important to you?"

"I don't know ... a billion dollars!"

"Not your style," I replied.

"She put me in charge of the project kickoff party," Kameron said. "The Department of Fuck's people are going to be there, maybe the Director, but at the very least some Positives. This is important, Michael!"

"I think you're a lot cuter since I found out you call it the DOF," I said.

"Shut up!"

I stopped as something struck, "The woman! At the meeting, the one who came in with Marc."

"What about her?"

"She's a Positive!"

"Of course! The Director isn't going to hand over a billion dollars with a promise for more without having one of his people playing shepherd. He has access to mind readers, Michael! Do you know how nice that must be for checking on the status of a project?"

"That explains it!"

"Explains what?" she asked.

"Some things happened today," I told her. "I thought maybe a Positive on campus, but the woman from the Institute makes more sense."

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't worry about it."

"You know, I think I hate that more than Melissa did," she said slamming her car door closed.

I thought about turning around and heading back inside. I liked Kameron, but I wasn't in the mood to hear what Melisa disliked about me. The car window slid down; Kameron leaned over the center dash.

"Sorry," she said. "If you get in, I'll tell you a secret about Melissa."

"I don't really care about Melissa," I told Kameron as I settled into the passenger seat.

"Two secrets," she said.

The look on her face made me curious. "I'm in the car."

She stared at me before smiling widely, "You really smell fantastic!"

"Secrets." I rolled my hand.

"Well," she said, pulling out of the driveway. "First, I never got what you saw in her."

I stared at Kameron for a few seconds. "Uh ... I think you meant the opposite."

"Wouldn't it offend you?" she asked. "If I said that I never got what she saw in you. I need you for the project, not Melissa. I said what I meant--no idea why you would date her!"

"I..." Shaking my head, I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "And the other thing?"

"I'm really happy she's not your girlfriend anymore."

"I must have misunderstood," I said. "Isn't there a rule about best girlfriends and ex-boyfriends?"

"I really like Elizabeth!"

What did that have to do with the price Melisa was willing to pay for all the tea in China?

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Things were a little too lively at the restaurant for us to stay long. It filled up soon after we arrived and people kept pouring in. I was out on what felt like a date with Kameron, but I didn't mind it being cut short. I needed to get back! Figuring out what to do about the girls was going to take time.

"Can I come in?" Kameron said. She didn't wait for answer, opening her car door, and heading up my steps before the question registered on me.

"This isn't a good idea," I told her. "We need to be in early tomorrow."

She grabbed the keys out of my hand.

"Kameron, seriously!" I pleaded.

"Melissa complained so much about this place; I have to take a look." She smiled, turned the key and walked inside my apartment.

"Kameron!" I stopped inside the door. Someone had cleaned up! The girls?

The apartment wasn't big enough for a long tour. Kameron was at my bedroom door before I realized it.

"Your bedroom smells wonderful! You have something about cologne, don't you?" she said, turning towards me after looking into my bedroom. "I never realized it, but you've always smelled good to me!"

She walked in, leaving my line of sight. It wasn't the reaction I expected considering how I'd left the room. I rushed in! Kameron stood at the foot of my bed, studying the bedroom decorations.

No girls! No messed up bed! No girls!!! I looked at the closet door and decided not to draw attention by opening it to check if the girls were hiding in it.

Kameron took a deep breath and spun slowly. "I have to go."

"What?" I asked.

She rushed by me.

"Kameron, wait!" I ran after her. She turned around when I grabbed her arm. We stood almost in the same spot that I had grabbed Tamara before pushing her against the wall.

The moment was back!

I stepped close to Kameron. Wrapping my arms around her lower back, I kissed her. She folded into me, opening her mouth and sending her tongue on a quest for mine. She pressed her entire body against mine. My hands found her ass. Kameron's mound rubbed against my crotch. Just like Tamara! I couldn't! Not again! I didn't care what that Positive bitch wanted. Not with Kameron!

Whatever I decided, Kameron had her own version about the end of our date. Her hands found my pant zipper and were inside in seconds. We stared at each other while she pulled me out to stroke my length.

"Just this," she whispered.

I nodded, reaching for the front of her pants.

"No, Michael," she whispered. "Just my hands!"

"I know," I whispered back. Pulling her panties down, I stepped towards her.

My dick touched her skin. She sighed deeply as I stroked the head against her skin. I held her panties down and out. Kameron guided my dick into them; I thrust against her. Kameron's hands stroked my dick. I let her panties press the head of my dick against her pussy.

Kameron kissed me! We were lost in the moment of flesh pressed against flesh, flesh stroking flesh, and flesh finding pleasure in the touch of another person's flesh.

She felt it rise in me. Kameron pulled me away from her pussy. I came on her pubic mound.

"So good!" she whispered. "You smell so good!"

Kameron pushed my hands away and ran out.



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Chapter 3



I called in a favor from a fellow veteran who worked at the company and got a ride into work. Kameron wasn't happy about me ducking her, but she let it go after sending me a curt text message. I went in through the main entrance. The rumor mill must have worked overtime the day before--the guards called me 'Sir' when I asked to see the sign-in book.

Elaine Smith, Institute Positive Telepathic Class. She was already in the building, but no one authorized her entry so I didn't have a clue where she might be sitting.

"The new project manager came looking for you," Ana said when I got to my desk. "You have a meeting with them."

"She was down here?"

Ana twisted her lips as she nodded.

"Shit!"

Ana nodded in agreement. "A nice raise."

"What?" I asked putting my stuff down, getting on my machine, and opening my calendar. Ms. Dare sent the meeting invite at five-thirty in the morning!

"If she's going to micro-manage, I want a very nice raise before I go with you," Ana told me.

"So that's how it is?" I joked.

"No," she winked at me. "But they don't have to know that!"

I stared at her for a second.

"What's wrong?" She checked the front of her shirt for stains.

I shook my head. A generous raise and Ana could afford to divorce the shithead husband! It would benefit me, since she'd need a more flexible schedule if she had to take care of the kids on her own.

"Or maybe a full-time nanny," I said to myself.

"Are you okay?" she asked. "How did the date with Kameron go?"

I coughed for a couple of seconds. "What?"

Ana laughed as she turned back to her computer. "I think Melissa and Kameron aren't best friends anymore. You have a meeting."

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I peeked under the shaded glass and saw four sets of heels. One of the women stood up and approached the door.

"Come in," Angela said to me.

"It's okay," I waved. "I can wait out here until you're done."

"We're waiting for you, Michael," she replied.

I didn't like ambushes!

They'd chosen a small conference room. The Institute Positive sat at the head of the table; Ms. Dare, Kameron, and Angela sat to her left and right, leaving only the chair opposite for me.

"Can we talk?" I asked the Positive. "Privately."

"It's not necessary," she replied. "The ladies are going to be working closely with you so we need to be completely honest with them."

I glanced at Angela. She worked for Release Management, essentially a gatekeeper between development and production. RM was too in love with schedules for me to be fond of them. I did tone down the 'asshole' with Angela. Big booty, big benefits!

"It's a lot of money," Elizabeth Dare told me. "Your team can't be as slim as you seem to prefer."

"I'm not a manager," I said quickly.

"That's been made perfectly clear in the meetings leading up to this," Kameron said. "It's why we need Angela."

"I thought you were going to be my manager, Kameron," I said.

"It won't work according to Elaine," Elizabeth said. "If your team isn't going to have a traditional manager, everything around you needs one."

"There's a lot of working around you, Mr. Jones," the Institute Positive said. "What exactly are you going to be doing?"

"I'm the cleaning lady, the babysitter, the handyman, and the fireman," I told her.

"Thank you," she nodded.

"You read what that means from my mind," I said.

"Yes," she replied. "And no ... I didn't do anything to you last night."

I sat down and stared at her. "You had to have done something."

"I got the girls to clean up the bedroom and straighten up the apartment a little. I made sure they got to their beds," she said. "It wasn't for you. Kameron wasn't ready to find a pair of fucked-out college girls in your bedroom."

I tried very hard not to look at Kameron ... and failed. She was studying my face in minute detail.

"And she's ready for it now?" I asked.

"She's tasted your power. Literally!" the Positive replied. "And please, my name is Elaine. It's rude to think of me as 'The Positive' when you know my name."

"Sorry," I replied. "I'm not used to dealing with mind readers."

She smiled at the tone of my voice. "Kameron and I talked this morning. She has a better understanding of the situation."

"Wait!" I raised a hand. "My power."

"Yes," Elaine said with a wide smile. "You're Erotic Mind Control Positive, Michael."

Kameron, Elizabeth, and Angela stared at me with varying degrees of confusion, awe, and hunger. Angela looked really, really hungry!

"That's ... that's ... That's NOT impossible," I said, leaning back in the chair.

"No," Elaine said. "The signs were there all along. You've actually added a few things to the list of signifiers. This is a very successful company!"

I put my hands behind my head and stared at the ceiling. "Are you sure? It could be somebody at the school."

"Melissa and you, dear," she replied. "Considering nobody fucks without one of us intervening any more, you had a perfectly abnormal relationship."

"Shit!" I said. "What the fuck was I thinking?"

"PTSD," she said. "You crucified three men."

"He what?" the three other women gasped.

"Michael was on the Orphan Teams," Elaine told them.

"That's classified information!" I said.

"On his last mission, enemy soldiers executed the children," she continued. "They ambushed the team too. It was ugly; missionaries died. At the end, Michael gave the three surviving enemy soldiers proper crucifixions, nails through the wrists and feet."

The other women's eyes couldn't have been wider as they stared at me.

"We had to shut the Teams down soon after," Elaine said.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"Don't be, Michael. You bought us the 'soon'! We let the tape get out to a few places we wanted to raid," she replied. "You were the boogeyman that let the Orphan Teams do another round without incident."

"Wait!" Angela said. "If he's Positive, how did Melissa manage to dump him?"

Elaine raised an eyebrow at Angela before tilting her head towards Kameron.

"He wanted the little bitch gone!" Angela snapped her fingers.

"He was ready to come out of his shell." Elaine nodded. "It wouldn't have taken him much longer to figure it out."

"He does live with four college girls." Kameron sounded annoyed.

"I wouldn't, dear," Elaine told her.

"What?" Kameron's head snapped from me to Elaine.

"He likes you, but he's Positive," Elaine said in a deadly voice. "If you don't like the new rules of the world, don't play. Let me be clear--I won't allow you to damage him!"

Kameron ducked her eyes.

"Damage him?" Elizabeth asked.

"Michael is not completely out of the hole he dug," Elaine said. "I'm not going to let Kameron or any of you push him back in because you can't accept there is more at stake than holding on to some little girl fantasies that were bullshit even before the world imploded."

Elaine looked at each woman in turn. "He's going to fuck a lot ... and I mean a LOT of women."

"I really wish you'd stop talking as if weren't sitting right here," I said loudly.

"This is an Institute project," Elaine said. "We won't allow a contractor to take our money and flaunt our rules."

I put a hand on my forehead. "I get Ana at double the salary. Fuck it! She's underpaid ... triple."

"Done," Elizabeth said.

I looked at her from under my hand.

"What class am I?" I asked Elaine.

"Pheromonic," she replied. "We have a test set up to gauge your strength. With everyone else we test range also but that's too environmental for your kind of Positive."

"Right now?" I was getting to know how the Institute worked.

"You seem to be accepting this calmly," Kameron said to me.

I stared at her. "Yesterday, I filled your panties with cum."

She blushed.

"That's tame compared to what happened in the hour before you got to my apartment," I said. "I ... Fuck me!"

"Yes, they will," Elaine said, standing up. "Or, Elizabeth and Kameron, I expect letters of resignation on your boss's desk within the hour. The severance package will be generous."

"Why not Angela?" I asked.

"I'm volunteered for the test," Angela told me. "I'm wearing the same panties as yesterday by the way."

I followed Elaine and Angela out of the room. "Don't you think you were a little harsh with them, Elaine?"

She stopped and smiled at me. "This isn't Elizabeth's first Institute rodeo. She helped with two smaller projects. As soon as your company started looking like the favorite, they hired her to signal a serious intent to do this right and not purely to make a profit."

"So..."

"Elizabeth is in there to guide Kameron towards the right decision, whatever that might be. Don't be chivalrous about it, please! If the best thing for Kameron is to take the check, Elizabeth will double it to make it easier for your girl to walk," Elaine said as we turned the corner to the company town hall.

"So Elizabeth..."

"Yes," Angela said. "She knows she's your type. Not that I believe it, since Kameron and I are your favorites! Although, Melissa was the hottest blonde before Elizabeth got hired so maybe now..."

"I just want to be clear..." I looked down at Angela's hips.

Elaine and Angela stopped in front of the town hall doors. Elaine looked at me, "You're the Director's dream Positive, Michael. Ex-Military. Duty. Honor. Practicality. Elizabeth knew what you were the second you shut her down yesterday. If you're willing to lose Kameron, we can go back so you can bend Elizabeth over the conference table and show her who is the boss."

"No!" Angela said, stomping her foot. She threw open the doors to our 'town hall' and pointed at a bed on the small stage. "Test! Fuck me now!"

She pulled the belt completely off her cargo pants and threw it aside. Angela strutted towards the bed. I watched the waist of her pants loosen. She stopped, looked over her shoulder at me. With a wiggle of her hips, she pushed her pants down. Bending from the waist ... Dear God, the woman had an ass! Angela's pants pooled at her feet; she straightened and stepped out of them. She was wearing the same panties as the day before! Angela stuck her fingers under the waistband of the panties at each hip. Her fingers pulled the waistband from her waist. She circled the fingers around to the small of her back and down. She kept going, pulling the thong from between her buttcheeks and away from her pussy. Settling it back in place, Angela pulled her fingers out and continued her strut back on stage.

"Hmmm," Elaine said from beside me. "Were you horny in the conference room?"

"I'm horny now!" I replied.

"You dosed her yesterday," Elaine said thoughtfully. "She shouldn't be that bad!"

"She..."

"What, Michael?" Elaine smiled.

I watched Angela crawl on to the bed. She spread her knees and arched her back.

"Can't you read minds!" I said in exasperation.

"I like to hear people say it," she replied. "It makes it more real for them."

"It wasn't Melissa or Kameron who made it easy for me to accept that I'm a Positive." I sighed. "I've wanted to fuck Angela since the first time I walked behind her."

"No wonder she's almost out of her mind horny," Elaine said. "You've been dosing her for over two years. You've been dosing everyone around here for almost three years. Your people are much more aggressive at the negotiating table than they should be after the Event. We should have realized a Positive had to be affecting them."

I took two steps towards the bed and stopped. "What are they doing here?"

There were couples standing on blankets all over the room. And they were mostly naked.

"Like I said, Michael, range is environmental so we measure Pheromonics by concentration, penetration, and duration," she replied. "These folks want to have a baby so they volunteered to be a part of your test."

The couple nearest to me kissed.

"Can you take off your shirt?" Elaine asked.

From the setup, I'd be fucking on stage in front of all these people so taking off my shirt didn't seem like a leap. I pulled the shirt over my head. When I could see again, all the couples close to me were laying on their blankets. One rather energetic pair was already taking care of business! It was like watching dominos fall as couples farther and farther from me lay down for some friskiness.

"I didn't rape Gemma or Tamara, did I?" I asked Elaine. "You scanned them last night or whatever it is you do."

"You raped them about as much as you're about to rape Angela," Elaine replied.

"It doesn't answer the question."

"You're a Positive, Michael," Elaine said. "You could 'rape' every woman in the county and I would call you a hero."

"And that really doesn't answer the fucking question!"

"How many times have you found a pair of panties in the dryer or your laundry?"

"Oh!" I said. A lot and a lot more often after Melissa dumped me! "Seriously?"

"You were fucked in the head, Michael, not dead," she said. "There's no easy answer to your question yet, but those girls aren't going to care about whether they want it or you're making them want it."

"Jesus Christ!" Angela yelled from the stage.

All the couples were grinding against each other. Angela's ass was thrusting back against empty air.

"You've kept Angela waiting long enough," Elaine said. She pulled out a cellphone and put it to her ear. "He made fifty feet easy, Sir. He's not even that horny! Considering the ex-girlfriend and the two women he's attracted to, I believe he's got more subtlety in control than any Pheromonic we've seen so far. The ex broke up with him. We need to get some of the sociologists on these people; it's a fountain of information here about how to find other Positives."

Elaine had obviously put me out of her mind. Every couple was fucking!

Angela watched as I approached the bed. The panty cloth over her pussy was soaked through. Angela's eyes were glued to my hands as I loosened my pants and let the slip down my legs.

"Please!" Angela whispered.

My cock sprang out from my briefs as I pushed them down. I put a hand on Angela's full asscheek. Being a hermit didn't mean I was uninformed; I knew what it meant to be a Positive. I slapped her other asscheek. Angela groaned, lowered her chest to the bed, and pushed her ass towards me for another slap. I gave her one on each cheek, not hard, enough to wake her nerves. Palming a cheek, I squeezed.

I looked around the room as I knee-walked up to Angela's ass. I wondered how many couples there would see their dream of a baby come to fruition that day. Elaine said duration ... these people might be fucking for some time.

Grabbing the sides of Angela's panties, I peeled them off her ass and pussy. I didn't bother taking them completely off; midway down her thighs, I let go and lined my dick up with Angela's pussy.

"Thank you ... thank you ... thank you..." Angela whispered at the first touch of my dick to her pussy lips. I grabbed her hips to stop her from moving. My dick found the entrance to her body; I pushed forward.

Erotic Mind Control Positive! Maybe I hadn't inherited the earth but this was now my domain.

Pulling on Angela's hips, I fucked deep into her. Angela's pussy bore down on me as I finally gave her what she wanted. As I pounded against Angela's ass, I understood what Elaine meant. It didn't matter whether Angela wanted it or I made her want it. I wanted it! I wanted Angela! I wanted Angela with her ass in the air. I wanted my dick buried deep in her pussy. I wanted Angela to love every stroke in and out of her as much as Tamara and Gemma had loved it. I wanted Angela to orgasm and come and cum and whatever other word meant a female crazy out of her mind with pleasure.

Angela's threw her hips back to get me deeper! I popped up on my feet and forced her chest into the mattress. I rammed Angela with my cock! She yelled my name and I laughed, ramming into her again to hear her scream it one more time.

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"This wasn't a good idea," Elaine told me from beside the bed.

Angela was out cold. Most of the couples in the room were keeping Angela company in La-La Land. The ones who weren't out, stared at the ceilings like hypnosis patients.

"I just watched an eighty-year old janitor chase a sixty-year old secretary down and fuck her against the wall." Elaine shuddered. "Nobody in the damn building is going to get any work done today so you might as well go home. There has to be a better way than this stupid shit!"

"Can't you use some sort of filter thing to measure what you need?" I asked. "And how the hell can I still be horny?"

"Unfortunately, we don't know how many parts per million any individual Pheromonic needs to have an affect on a Non-Positive," she said. "I don't know if you hit the whole building because of penetration or because you only need two parts per million where another Pheromonic needs a twenty parts per million."

"So then why test me like this?"

"Well, now I know that if I fill an indoor stadium and bring you along, I can make lots and lots of babies."

"You're not really..."

"Of course not, it would be a fucking riot!" she said. "If you're still horny, pick a few women you like from around the room and bring them on stage."

"Aren't they married?" I said looking around the room.

"So?" Elaine said in such a way that I had to wonder if the new world order hadn't always been the way she thought the world should be.

"Positives have tremendous sexual appetites; it's why Kameron and you have to give up those idiotic romantic notions from before the Event. She, literally, isn't enough for you anymore!" she told me. "It's a measure of how fucked up you were that your libido was suppressed so badly."

"Do you think Elizabeth would want to join me here?"

"Save that for later," Elaine advised. "She's got a lot of work to do, and you'll need to let her know she's doing a good job."

"With sex?" I asked amazed.

"Sex has always been a form of currency." Elaine replied with a shrug. "Human Resources wants to talk to you before you leave."

"Oh ... shit!" I looked around the room. "Harassment doesn't even begin to cover it, huh?"

"Are you kidding!" she snorted. "The company has a thousand employees working out of this campus with room for growth. They've got an in-house Positive happy to help young and healthy couples enjoy the sexual benefits of being young and healthy. Plus babies! As long as you enjoy working here, they can pick from the best prospects around the country."

"Elizabeth is going to make sure you get a raise and HR will probably deal out a generous bonus package for you," Elaine said. "They get tax breaks because of the babies so tell them you'll think about it and take Elizabeth to every meeting with them."

"That's pretty mercenary," I said. "I thought we were trying to save the world."

"Girls like the boy to pay," she replied. "And you're going to have lots of girls."



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Chapter 4

Kameron had parked next to my car. She was sitting on the hood of her car, waiting for me. I would have loved for her to need more time to think, so that I'd have more time to think.

"Hi," I said after throwing my laptop into the backseat. I sat on the hood of my car. She stared at me; I stared back.

"You slept with Angela," she said.

I nodded.

"Did you fuck anybody's wife in there?" The tone of her voice was frosty.

"I'm not there yet."

Her eyes widened; she bit down on whatever she wanted to say about my 'yet'. "The senior leadership is already talking about you helping them have babies. Maybe they'll have an orgy and you can take Angela!"

It was getting to be fun!

I smiled, acting like I didn't hear the anger. "I'm not a sharer, so I'll have figure out a good dessert to take to the orgy. Probably a woman for each man!"

"You're being an asshole, Michael!"

"Look, Kameron," I said. "Whatever happened last night, it doesn't have to happen again."

"Because you get plenty of women!"

"No." I shook my head. "Because you don't want it to happen."

"I don't have a choice if you want me."

"Like you said, there's plenty of women in the world. I'm beginning to understand that most of them aren't going to care about whether they want it or whether it's that I want it so they want it." I shrugged. "I don't know what the Institute wants from me, but I, for fucking damn sure, know what everybody else needs from me."

"You really are taking this too calmly," she said, tilting her head.

I studied her; taller than me by a couple of inches, brown hair with natural streaks of honey, brown eyes with a slight Asian cast, and a God-given tan. Her body fit nicely in the elegantly symmetrical category.

"I've seen Elaine before," I said. "It took me some time to place her, but she was at the Orphan Teams briefing. They wanted single volunteers, males with no commitments so we wouldn't have anyone to tell the greatest secret ever. She was in a corner when the President walked in."

"THE President?"

"Yes!" I said. "He took direct command of the Teams so there would be no questions and it meant less people had to know what we were doing. He told us the truth in small words so none of us could misunderstand. We were the first outside of the scientific community or the halls of power to know the human species had been put on the endangered list."

"Oh my God!"

I nodded, "Yeah, exactly! They had a plan though. Millions of orphans--the greatest resource imaginable! We could bring many of them here, educate them, and give us more minds in the future to solve the problem. They had two doors on either side of the President. I don't how many picked the other door, but I didn't think there was much of a choice. They had Presidential Pardons lined up on this long table on the other side of the door I walked through."

"What?"

I refused to look at her. "He called it the 'kill authority'--orders to do whatever was necessary to extract kids safely from orphanages around the world."

"Did you..."

"Kameron, I gave the green light on killing good people, humanitarians, who had the bad luck of being between me and an efficient extraction. I give you my word that crucifying those three men was the least of my sins."

"Elaine said they kicked you out of the military. How could they do that if the President gave the order?"

"Not everybody knew and not everybody with shiny shit on their shoulders who was told believed it," I replied. "They didn't give me a dishonorable discharge because I would have pulled the pardon out of my back pocket. I was ready to go, so they worked out a deal to keep things quiet a little longer."

"How many kids did they bring in?"

I shrugged, "Nobody knows. The woman in charge of the paperwork burned everything to the ground and put a bullet in her own head. She was fucking thorough too! I mean, you can't tell the difference between a normal adoption and somebody who got one of our kids."

"So..."

"Yes, Kameron," I said seriously. "Considering what I've already done in this new world, being Positive is a relief. Proof that the world really did change and what I did was necessary for our survival."

I don't know how long we stood there before she could speak again. "Are you better now? The PTSD."

"No," I replied. "I'm ready to be better."

"I'm your girlfriend."

"Huh?" I'm not even sure where Albuquerque is but we had taken a hard left at it.

She loosened her belt, undid the pants button, and slid her pants down her legs. Stepping out of her heels, she stepped forward leaving the pool of cloth behind. I looked around to make sure no one was around. Kameron stood between my legs with her hands resting on my crotch. She undid my pants slowly as she stared into my eyes. Reaching in, she pulled me off the car by my hard dick. Holding her panties out, Kameron slipped my dick into them. She had shaved completely! Kameron stood up on her toes; the head of my cock ran along wet pussy lips. She tilted her head back and sighed. Kameron moved her hips, stroking the head of my dick with her pussy. Her hands stroked the rest of my length.

"I'm not your girlfriend yet, but that's what we're going to be if we keep going," she told me. "Elizabeth says the other women are something I deal with or I have to walk away from you because they're going to happen no matter what I do. Angela and those college girls in your house can be your pets, but I am your girlfriend! Elizabeth can be your girlfriend too, if you really like her."

I'm not sure if it was that I had nothing to say or if my dick didn't want anything to interrupt the feel of being rubbed by Kameron.

"Yesterday, I went home and I lay in my bed holding my panties away from my body," she whispered. "I could smell you. I could feel you on my skin. When I was falling asleep, I pushed my panties down and slept like that. You smell so fucking good!"

I moved my hips, speeding up the stroking.

"Hello!" Elizabeth said from my left.

I jumped, pulling my dick away from Kameron's pussy. Her grip kept me in her panties though. Kameron must have noticed Elizabeth coming up to us because she didn't react.

"Will it really work?" Kameron asked Elizabeth.

"Yes."

"What?" I asked.

"You can't understand, Michael," Elizabeth told me. "You've never been different."

I wouldn't have been able to talk if Kameron had not slowed down her stroking of my dick. "I don't get it."

"We still act in certain ways," Elizabeth said. "But there's nothing behind it. Your pheromones are juicing Kameron's behavior. This is more real than anything she has done for a long time!"

"What does it feel like?" I asked Kameron. Pushing against her hands, I rubbed the tip of my dick on her pubic mound.

"I itch," she replied. "All over for you to touch me!"

"Your cum is the most loaded down with pheromones," Elizabeth said. "She would be okay if she hadn't showered or had kept her panties handy."

"Hmmm!" Kameron gasped.

My pre-cum wet her skin. I watched her face relax; her entire being seemed to relax.

Elizabeth pushed my pants lower down my legs. Her hand cupped my testicles.

"She needs you to cum in her panties again," Elizabeth whispered in my ear. "Cover her with your semen so she can lie in bed and touch herself while she's surrounded by your scent."

Uh ... yeah! Not going to hold out long with that going on!

Elizabeth had to hold up Kameron when I came. Kameron's eyes rolled back and her legs gave out. I painted her mound, stomach, panties, and her hands with cum. Elizabeth guided Kameron to a sitting position on the ground and then she ... Elizabeth Dare, for all intents and purposes my new boss, licked my cum from my new girlfriend's hands!

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"Is Kameron addicted to me?" I asked Elizabeth. She had insisted on driving me home. The Institute didn't advertise a benefit of being Positive was saving mileage on my car.

"No more than Angela."

"That doesn't answer the question," I said, staring out the car window. I lived thirty minutes from work, far enough for the drive to wake me up in the morning and decompress at night. Not in the last two days though!

"You like them in different ways," she said. "A lot of what we do since the Event is out of habit, so it's tough to say what Kameron is feeling because what you want from her isn't as simple as what you want from Angela."

"I'm directing their emotions?"

"Not really," she replied. "I've worked on two other Institute projects so I've gotten exposure to all four Positive types. Telepathics like Elaine are the most unnatural for their ... Angelas, Kamerons, and the couples that were in your test. They basically order the people to do things, so it can be very jarring unless the Telepathic takes steps to make it blend in the emotional onslaught."

"And then you lost me," I said.

"Kameron likes you," she said. "She's not attracted to you because that doesn't happen anymore. She likes you as a person and her old habits are establishing that you'd be a possible mate. Girls still talk about boys; there's just no 'oomph' to it. A good Telepathic would work with that to get you two to boff versus invading your mind and ordering you to boff like boffing rabbits. There's always residue with a Telepathic though."

"So where does that leave me?" I asked.

"With a Telepathic, Kameron would think everything is right but she might feel something is wrong." Her hands tightened on the wheel and she took a deep breath. "You have the opposite problem. Kameron feels things are right, but she thinks something is wrong."

"Angela didn't have that problem."

"According to Elaine, you've been dosing Angela since the first day you met her," she replied. "At this point, Angela doesn't really think or care what she thinks about the things she feels when she's near you. You've probably emotionally jumbled with Kameron so she has to work things out for herself."

"What about you?" I asked. "Kameron mentioned the possibility of you having girlfriend status too."

She stopped at the red light. Leaning back, she lifted her ass from the seat. She wriggled her already short skirt up until her sky blue panties came into view. Sitting back down, she looked over at me and then at her legs. I reached over, trailed a finger up the inside of her thigh, cupped the front of her panties, and pushed a finger underneath to rub her pussy through the silk.

"I've worked with the Institute since almost the beginning." She moved her hips to place my finger where it would do her the most good. "I took a vacation a year ago--it was the worst week of my life."

I was only half-listening anymore.

"I was pissed that they were kowtowing to you," she said. "I mean really! It's a billion dollar project; they transfer you in or you could go find another job! I think Elaine knew about you and didn't say anything to me. She can be a bitch like that!"

"That's why you changed tone in the meeting." I nodded. "It wasn't that they wanted to convince me to join the project; you realized I was Positive."

"Yes." She pressed down with her hips; my finger pushed the panties into her pussy a little. "I thought you were a tech with enough skills that we had to deal with your attitude. It was different though--you're the Alpha here."

"Is that how it works?"

"With Pheromonics like you, it's the best description." Her hips circled; I gave her another finger to push against.

"So your vacation?"

She gestured with her head towards a group of people at a bus stop. "They have intellectual knowledge that there's something wrong, but they don't FEEL wrong on a conscious level. The underneath, the lack of drive, the lack of meaningful emotional companionship--it builds and builds, until some of them put a gun in their mouths and pull the trigger, like Angela's husband did."

I rubbed Elizabeth hard. She gasped! It gave me a few second to absorb the news that Angela's husband committed suicide.

"Being around Positives for so long," she continued, "it's different than being normal like before. Even Symbolics don't just activate you, they usually give you a libido bump. The vacation was a crash! I was totally aware of what I lost."

"So you're addicted," I said.

"I'm alive; I'm living," she replied. "I'd rather get caught up a few times a day in thoughts about having you between my legs than spend any more time than necessary like I felt on vacation."

"Kameron said she itched to touch me."

Elizabeth nodded; she turned to stare at me. "Am I really your type?"

I moved my hand under her panties. She stopped the car, pulled the emergency brake, and raised her hips to give me freer access. I split her pussylips with a finger. Finding her clit, I put two fingers on it and rubbed. Elizabeth arched; she gasped, took in a deep breath, and screamed.

I pulled my hand from her body. Sucking her from my skin, I waited until she turned towards me.

"You certainly taste like my type."

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"What the fuck!" I whispered.

A girl in a bikini (And not much of one!) waved at me as she moved the traffic cones in front of my apartment building out of the way for Elizabeth to park.

"Hi." The girl leaned into my window and smiled at me. The position put her cleavage on display. "You're Michael, right? My sorority sister told me about you."

"Tamara and Gemma aren't in a sorority," I replied.

"The other apartment--Sophie. But Gemma is right!" The girl leaned farther in to take a big whiff at my shirt. "You smell even better than your apartment."

"My apartment?" I asked. "Actually, can you please stop sniffing me?"

She pouted before kissing my cheek. Running towards the BBQ party on the porch of the building (more of a house really), she shouted "Michael's here."

"What the fuck!" I slammed the car door hard behind me.

A number of people, mostly girls, were hanging out on the porch and some beach chairs in the front yard.

"Hey!" Tamara jumped into my arms. "You met Charlene ... awesome!"

I tried to dodge the kiss to no avail. Gemma took Tamara's place when I managed to untangle myself from the petite blonde. Gemma's hips rubbed me the right way so it took longer to get free. Everyone was watching like spectators at a sports event. The girl from the parking spot had moved beside the guy at the grill--they held hands and watched me with more intent than everyone else.

"Hi," Tamara and Gemma said to Elizabeth.

The distraction of my work life and apartment life meeting was enough to let me get into my apartment without further hugging and kissing. I needed a shower!

"Hello," someone whispered from behind me.

I spun around holding my shirt in front of me. Charlene was just inside the bathroom door. I'd left the apartment door open for Elizabeth. The bathroom door not being locked was my hope that Elizabeth would join me in the shower.

"If you need to use the bathroom..." I said to Charlene. She was cute in the average way: average breasts, average hips, average looks, and a hair color that was the average between blond and brown. The peak of her youth made all that averageness into a nice package wrapped in a small blue bikini.

"She's here for you," Elizabeth said. She wrapped her arms around Charlene's waist, dipping her thumbs under the blue bikini bottoms.

"Excuse me?"

"Charlene and the grill boy, Bobby, graduated and are leaving for home tomorrow night," Elizabeth told me as she pulled down Charlene's bottoms to expose a nicely trimmed bush. "They're going to be married; they had their wedding night today with your help."

I really hoped I'd get used to being confused.

"Sophie gave me the story." Elizabeth's hands traveled up to cup Charlene's breasts. "These two have been sweethearts since before the Event. Gemma and Tamara took your blanket with them yesterday. With the action that happened on or near the blanket, it was saturated in your pheromones. Charlene and Bobby took advantage."

"You're welcome," I said to Charlene ... hopefully.

"They still need a little bit of your help," Elizabeth said.

I didn't like the smile on her face. Looking down at my t-shirt, I nodded and held it out to Charlene. "That should get you two going again."

"A little more hands on, darling," Elizabeth told me. "Although, I'll take the shirt. Charlene shouldn't have all the fun tonight!"

I liked what she had said even less than I did the smile. "Hold on, Elizabeth. What the fuck?"

Elizabeth grabbed the t-shirt out of my hands. "They want to have a baby."

"Uhh..."

"They had sex twice so with Charlene at her most fertile, it has a good chance of already being a done deal," Elizabeth said.

"Awesome!" I said. "Congratulations, Charlene! Can I have my bathroom back so I can take a shower?"

"But they don't have enough time to confirm it so it would be best if you filled Charlene to the brim tonight," Elizabeth said. The freaking smile was back on her face! "It'll be a sure thing that Charlene goes home with a bun in the oven."

Elizabeth patted Charlene's belly.

I didn't know what to say. The only thing I could do was stand looking from one to the other. Charlene's eyes were too bright for Elizabeth be selling me a line a shit.

Elizabeth patted Charlene on the ass so that the girl would climb into the bathtub. I watched as Charlene stripped the bikini off and sat on the far edge. She smiled as she split her legs enough for me to see exactly what she wanted filled with my dick and seed.

I looked at Elizabeth.

"I'm sure Bobby took a good shot at fatherhood," Elizabeth said seriously. "As a male Positive, you were remade into a semen delivery system."

I stared blankly at her.

"Unless you were something special before, you should be longer and thicker in the penis," she said. "You're probably in the best shape of your life without working out that much. Your semen production is off the charts! There isn't a non-Positive female who could keep up with you sexually. You could have sex every hour on the hour for a day and be horny at every half-hour."

She nodded to Charlene, "Bobby got his chance, but if it didn't happen they may not get another opportunity. As long as there isn't something wrong with Charlene, you can assure them a baby tonight."

"My baby, Elizabeth!" I said angrily.

"It's going to happen eventually, Michael," she replied.

"I think I can fucking wait!"

"We can't," Charlene said from the bathtub. "They haven't identified a Positive at home. Bobby's going to take care of the family business and I'm going to help. It's going to be years before we can try to find a way again."

"It might not be his son," I said.

"It might be," she replied.

"Exactly," I said.

"We might not have a baby ever," she said. "We won't test the child unless it's absolutely necessary so we'll never know. It wouldn't matter if we did anyway."

"I'm supposed to fire and forget?" I asked Elizabeth. "It's fucking ... obnoxious!"

"This is a special case, Michael," Elizabeth replied. "You know I'm right that it's going to happen; it could have happened today if you'd fucked some of the wives at your test. With other couples, you'll have more time and can make sure THEY have a baby, but Charlene and Bobby are leaving. The marriage statistics are tanked so there are a lot of single women who want babies and are going to ask that you be the father. There are couples who are going to ask that you be the father of at least one of their children!"

"Why?"

"Some people have it wrong and think Positives are the only fertile males," she explained. "Some think Positives have a better chance of having a Positive child so it's their civic duty. Plus they'd have a normal child or what they remember to be normal. There's going to be people who won't get many chances so Charlene is yours all night. Tomorrow, they'll put on the baby blinders and never talk about it."

Charlene's eyes were bright.

"You're never going to talk about this with Bobby?" I asked her.

She replied with a solemn shake of her head.

"Okay," I said. "You wanted to do this, don't you? And it's more than the baby."

She shrugged, "I didn't before I met you outside. You smell like a summer breeze!"

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the wall. She was old enough to have a sexual identity before the Event, but she might as well have been hollow until the girls gave her my blanket to fuck on.

"You're not a Symbolic, Michael," Elizabeth said. "You can't give her a choice. YOU can say no, bring Bobby in here, and have them fuck until Bobby gives out or YOU can give them what they really want."

"It's not fair to him," I said.

Elizabeth put the t-shirt down. She undid my pants and stripped them from my body. Staring into my eyes, she took down my underwear. My dick sprang out, ready for my decision. Elizabeth picked up the t-shirt and wiped me down with it. She took extra time to clean my ball sack.

"This is for Bobby," Elizabeth said, looking at me but holding the t-shirt for Charlene to take a long whiff from.

I nodded for Elizabeth to explain.

"He's going to put it on and go hop a few bars. Bobby will be having some fun tonight too. With multiple women if he's up to it!"

I was trying to get over the idea of a guy wearing my ball sweat as cologne so I waved at Elizabeth to stop. She took it as my capitulation and closed the door behind her as she left. I was alone with Charlene. We were both naked.

"You're probably pregnant already," I told her.

She nodded slowly.

"There's no chance Elizabeth hasn't already stuffed Bobby into her car," I said.

"I hope he enjoys his bachelor party," she said. "Would it make you feel better if the girls came in and I was part of a crowd?"

"Charlene, if I do this, you're going to have a lot to not talk about!"

I found something not average about Charlene--her eyes. They got brighter!

Stepping into the tub, I grabbed Charlene's leg and raised it up. I stared into her eyes as I dropped my hips, lined up my cock, and drove into her.

Her eyes got even brighter.



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Chapter 5

My veteran buddy drove me to work again. His wife said hello as I got into the front passenger seat. I gave my buddy a questioning look; he shrugged. The wife was chatty without any expectation of a response. It fit my needs since I wanted to think about Charlene. I'd conked out by the time Elizabeth came back with Bobby. The couple left without waking me up, which suited me fine. I didn't know how to react--maybe thinking Bobby was the father would be best for everyone, if there was a child at all.

"There will be," Elaine said when I stepped out of the mini-van.

"What?" I asked.

"A baby," Elaine replied.

"She might not have been ... whatever that word is for women when they're ready to have babies."

"Ovulating," Elaine said, walking beside me into the building. "The Event changed most things for the worst, but a few of the changes may save us. The presence of sperm can make a woman ovulate days earlier in her cycle. As a Positive, your sperm will survive longer in a woman than a normal man's seed. Those two new biological facts are probably connected somehow. A fertilized egg also has a much higher chance to survive to full term."

I stared at Elaine for a couple of seconds.

"Be happy. If it weren't for that, we would have much worse odds against saving our species," she said. "In-Vitro doesn't work! We've spent billions trying to figure out why. The best we've done is a catchy motto--no sex, no babies!"

"So..."

"Bobby is going to be the father whether it's your sperm or his that stuck," Elaine told me. "Respect his choice, Michael!"

"It's not that easy," I replied.

"I know," she said. "That's why it had to be now rather than later."

I froze.

"Charlene was my doing, Michael," she said without me asking the question.

"But why would you do that to me?" I asked. "I'm ready to accept being a Positive but a baby..."

"You didn't have a bad case of PTSD." She turned to face me. "You knew the things you did were right, righteous, absolutely necessary, or the best choice from a set of bad options."

"I crucified three men!"

"You slit the throat of a priest too!" she retorted.

I didn't say anything.

"They deserved it; he didn't," Elaine said. "He was in the way. In our way! But he was a good man."

"He was going for an alarm." My words didn't remove the stain of blood from my hands. "It would have endangered my people and the kids."

"I know," she said with a tear in her eye. "Believe me, I know a lot about finding a kernel of corn in a mountain of dung when you're starving."

"That's disgusting!" I said.

"You needed time, Michael. You got it," she said looking at me directly. "There's work to do."

I turned to watch the mini-van; it was rocking.

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No other manager wanted their teams to take over my responsibilities. I had another team member, Francis, but he wouldn't be right for the new project so it wasn't like they would be starting from scratch! It took an emergency meeting with too many VPs to count to get things moving in the right direction. Not that I got to watch the action! Elizabeth met me at the door of the conference room and politely explained I had been invited by mistake. For the first time ever, I wanted to attend a meeting.

"Are you into anal sex?" Elizabeth asked in a whisper.

"Uh? Am I..."

"I've done it a few times, but the girls at your house and Kameron haven't," she said. "We should probably arrange a demonstration so they aren't scared or anything."

"That's totally unfair!" I said after she took advantage of my shock to close the door in my face.

The billion in front end of the Institute's project meant folks who usually filled my queue were trying to find other avenues to solve their problems. A little surprisingly to me, Francis was stepping up. He probably smelled the raise envelopes in the air.

I watched a VP's assistant walk by me. Lisa! Very nice ass! Natural flirty strut! Lisa tossed honey colored hair over her left shoulder as she turned to smile at me. Lisa's ass swayed more as she kept walking.

"It's not a bad place to start," Angela said from beside me.

I jumped!

Angela smiled and gestured to Lisa. "She's got a great ass and knows how to work it."

"Nobody knows how to work it anymore," I reminded her.

"You're Positive," Angela said. "You add the shake and the bake."

"Really, that's the best you can come up with?"

"You want my best?" she asked archly.

I folded my arms over my chest, raised an eyebrow, and nodded.

"Lisa!" Angela shouted. She grabbed my arm and walked me towards a small conference room. Lisa turned around and walked back to us. Angela pushed us into the room.

Before I could say a word, Angela had my pants down and my dick in her mouth. Lisa's jeans and panties were on the ground; her hands were flat on the table in the room and her ass was aimed at me. Okay--I could have gotten a word in, but why would I want to?

Angela's best consisted of getting me off in her mouth so I wouldn't be primed to blow as soon as I grabbed Lisa's hips and fucked into her. Angela maneuvered herself under Lisa on the table. Angela's legs wrapped around Lisa, keeping her in place for my thrusts.

"I'm sure HR is going to have something to say about this," I said as Lisa's pussy squeezed me.

"Yeah, like why weren't they invited," Angela said. "Their receptionist is hot!"

I pounded Lisa with more force for a couple of thrusts. She whimpered sexily! I pulled myself from the brink--I should enjoy the feast in front of me to the fullest. Lisa's pussy was making sweet, sweet fuck to my dick; it was unfair to be thinking about another woman.

Except Angela since she was in the room with us!

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"You didn't find your buddy using you to make baby number two for them weird, but a flock of single women having lunch with the only eligible bachelor for miles has you freaking out!" Elizabeth said with a wide smile.

"He's a soldier; he knows how to get the job done." I looked down the table. Elizabeth, Kameron, Angela, and ten of the hottest females in the company ambushed me at lunch. They'd been smart enough to place Ana on the other side of the table so I couldn't ignore them by talking about work. They found it cute that the only one of the ten I knew by name was Lisa.

"There's things guys don't have to talk about," I continued, watching a brunette halfway down the table undo another two buttons on her blouse. Her breasts were trying to break free of their enclosure to share their beauty with me.

"He took the day off you know!" Elizabeth said. "Michael, we're trying to arrange things to your benefit. You could let us give you a ride to work!"

"You're trying to arrange my life," I replied.

"It's not like that," Kameron said. I was at the head of the table, with Kameron and Elizabeth on either side of me. The other women pointedly turned away from us to ask Ana some questions about what it was like to work with me.

"Shit!" I said. "I haven't talked to Ana about being Positive."

"Please, Michael," Kameron said. "One thing at a time. Plus everyone in the company already knows!"

I nodded. At least, Ana had not been avoiding me, then again no one was avoiding me as evidenced by my supersized lunch table.

"We're not trying to arrange your life," Kameron said. "We're trying to..."

"Arrange ourselves in your life," Elizabeth finished with a deep sigh.

"You fucked Lisa," Kameron's brow furrowed. "You know it gets easier with each girl. Are you doing something to me?"

"I don't think so," I said carefully. "I need to read up on what I can do."

"You'll have time for that later," Elizabeth said.

"But if I'm doing stuff to people..." I opened my arms with my hands facing up to the ceiling.

"You have been! Lisa took quite well to being bent over Angela with your dick deep in her pussy," Elisabeth replied.

"I dosed Lisa even before I knew I was a Positive," I said, snapping my fingers. "Like Angela!"

"You have been, you are, and you will do stuff to people," Elizabeth said. "Human Resources will put out a memo to tell everyone--if they don't like it, the severance packages are generous."

I couldn't stop myself from looking down the table.

"Not one of them is leaving, especially now that they have a seat at the table," Kameron said. I could hear a little annoyance in her voice. "HR is also going to pass out the Department of Fuck social guidelines for interacting with a Positive."

"Huh?" I looked from Kameron to Elizabeth.

"The Institute wants the guidelines made law," Elizabeth said. "But for now, any company taking their money has to follow them."

"I don't get it," I said.

Elizabeth smiled widely. "Basically, the guidelines say that if you want to fuck every woman at the table on the table, we should form a line."

I finished my salad while I thought about her words.

"It's not like we could help it anyway," Elizabeth said. "You're strong enough to make us form the line. In the nude. Us being the naked ones. I supposed you'd be naked to if you were fucking us!"

"I wouldn't," I said.

"You're going to, Michael," Kameron said. "If you want us, you're going to do what you do."

I swallowed hard. "Maybe I should be the one that leaves."

"Most of them would get up and follow," Elizabeth said. "Walking behind you in a single file line ... naked."

"Because I made them," I said.

"No, honey," Elizabeth said. "You can make us feel whole again! I was serious, not another damn vacation unless it's to be your collared bitch for a couple of weeks in Hawaii or your bedroom if you don't feel like travelling."

Kameron pushed her tray to the middle of the table. "I used to know how a girlfriend fit. Now ... I can drive you to work and drive you home. Sixty minutes a day. There's another girlfriend in the car, but that's okay because we're alone. You and your girlfriends."

"It doesn't sound equitable," I told her.

Kameron looked at me with a tiny smile. "I can close my eyes and it's like waves of you are washing over me. You cum tastes like a rainbow. A sunrise. Like fire and ice in my mouth!"

I stared at her.

"I fired Melissa," Kameron told me.

"What?" I pushed my chair back.

"She got a good package, a great recommendation, and a direct contact with the best head hunter in the state," Kameron said.

"Are you serious?" I asked. "You fired her!"

Kameron stood up and leaned over the table towards me. Her eyes captured me. "I'll want more later but for now, that's it--sixty minutes a day in the car with you and not having to deal with your ex."

I watched her walk away from the table before turning to Elizabeth.

"Gone!" she confirmed. "I would have fired her, but Kam needed the victory more than I did."

"Victory?"

"You could make it easier for Kam by figuring out what you want," Elizabeth told me.

"And make her do it?" Frustration laced my voice.

"It's a lot to swallow, Michael; you could make it go down easier for her."

Elizabeth put an envelope on the table and pushed it in my direction. I put my hand on it.

"It's for Ana," she told me. "I got her two and half times what she makes now."

"I said three, Elizabeth!"

"The last half up to three will be added if the project comes in on time," she said. "With full back pay to when the company signed the contract."

Elizabeth raised a hand before I could speak. "Buy Kam a new car."

"Excuse me?"

"It would be another victory," she said. "A nice, expensive, useful luxury gift."

"So I got a raise too?" I asked. "I thought HR needed to talk to me."

"You get an Institute stipend plus generous baby bonuses if you go over a quota that, frankly, you could pop with only working weekends," Elizabeth said.

"So I'm not going to be paid by the company?" I asked.

She snorted in her throat. "Oh hell no! They are for damn sure coughing it up! The Institute pays you for using your talents to give babies to the good citizens of wherever you happen to be standing. It's also a good idea to just make people fuck a lot--it's good for them."

I scratched a spot behind my ear.

"You're going to have to bring Ana into..."

"Come on!" I exclaimed. The women turned towards me. I waved at them to continue their conversations before leaning towards Elizabeth. "That's crazy! Ana is a friend. A good friend!"

She leaned forward until our noses almost touched. "She's too close, Michael! It's not fair to let her watch and not provide relief."

"That's bullshit!"

Elizabeth turned her head and kissed me. "You're such a guy!"

"Be serious! I can't have sex with Ana."

"She's cute. What's the problem?" Elizabeth said.

"Ana's married," I said.

"To a shithead," Elizabeth pointed out. "And no matter what size the raise, she's not going to get a divorce without a better reason than being able to afford it."

"No," I said.

"You need Ana," Elizabeth's voice took on the same deadly tone I heard from Elaine. "Her marriage doesn't work so you can't play that card! Take her into a room, give her the news about the raise, and TOP her. Make sure there's no doubt in Ana's mind that you're her boss: at work, at home, in her bed, in the bathroom, at your desk, on her desk, and she gets on the line with the rest of us if you want pussy for lunch!"

The women slid down to fill the seats that Elizabeth and Kameron emptied. The other women were studying Angela and Lisa, who had moved to sit next to me.

"Sex, bitches!" Lisa said with a snap of her fingers and a slap to her ass.

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"You're not going to figure it out," Elaine said, sitting down at the table after the women left. "I can read minds and I couldn't make heads or tails of them."

"I hate mind readers!" I told her.

"Everybody does," she replied. "A little."

"So what am I not going to figure out?" I asked.

"Women. People. Their reaction to you. To the Event. To the acceptance that the Event is real. The why is beyond you and not because you changed more than they did and in a different direction."

I nodded at her. "Do you make extra money as a therapist?"

"It's easy to figure out why people do things with a Telepathic. We command them to do what we want them to do," she told me. "It's not the same with you, Michael. Did you know ninety percent of Pheromonics are male?"

"I thought Positives were evenly numbered between men and women," I replied.

"The totals balance out," Elaine told me. "More Symbolic and Empathic females than males. Fifty-fifty with Telepathics. Strangely enough or maybe not, Pheromonics shared certain traits. I haven't found any commonality in the other classes. Sometimes, I amuse myself by introducing new Telepathics to Simon. He gives them the hives!"

I sat back and waited.

"Sorry! Like most Pheromonics, you have a very active subconscious," she said with a smile. "You like to think you're logical and methodical, but you're intuitive and do a whole lot of extra work to make it seem like you followed a 'manlier' thought process than 'this is what I feel'."

Sighing, I ignored her snicker.

"You've dosed these people for three years! Let's see--your girlfriend dumped you two months before you were ready to come out of your shell. Coincidence? Your future girlfriend, Kameron, believes she's won a great moral victory by firing your ex-girlfriend, a woman you don't want to deal with because you told her you loved her and it's going to obligate you to give it another chance while Kameron isn't going to blink if you push Angela against a wall here and fuck her big, juicy ass. Your mental description, not mine! Between Kameron and Melissa, I know which one I would choose."

"Wouldn't it make more sense to have Melisa not blink when I shove my cock up Angela's behind."

"Big, juicy ass," she corrected. "Positives can't be shy about sex!"

"When I fuck Angela's big, juicy ass with my long, thick cock."

"Wouldn't it be funny if she were standing right behind you?"

I refused to check!

"Michael, you want what you want. They follow your lead! You don't have to command them like I do," she told me. "There's going to be less bumps on this road for you and others if you're honest because your subconscious isn't going to lie. You're a powerful and subtle Pheromonic Positive. I could bore holes into your co-workers' minds with my power and not figure out whether it's their decision, you influencing their decision, you guiding their decision, or you deciding for them. I wouldn't bother trying to figure that shit out with Angela and it's pretty clear exactly what you want from her! I'd do more harm than good to Kameron AND you trying to separate her motivations from your feelings."

We stared at each other for a few seconds.

"I don't care which one it is, Michael," she said finally. "This company took our money so anybody who works here is going to play by the Institute's rules. The Director wants you to bring this project in on time and fill lots of wombs with babies. If you can keep a majority of the people you come into contact with sane by making them fuck like rabbits, we'd really appreciate it! Elizabeth is more organized than you could ever be and Ana is actually logical and methodical. You can show up and play video games until it's time for the lunch time orgy."

"I think I can add a little more than that."

"Of course you can, dear," she said brightly. "Elizabeth will need someone to translate tech-talk to English. Ana needs someone to make the leaps around logic that makes her work life easier and frustrates her because she doesn't know how you get from A to K without touching any letter in between. And the truth is, this is an Institute project and you are a Positive. Your voice is going to be loud when you whisper. When you shout, it's going to be ugly! People will understand that the women who regularly bring your balls down from full shouldn't be annoyed, angered, or given a reason to pout. You look like the type that only appreciates pouty lips during a blowjob!"

"Ana ... you too?"

"She's a good little soldier," Elaine said with a bright smile. "If you see to her needs, she'll get the job done. All the jobs she can do! I like good little soldiers. Hint! Hint!"

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Ana walked into the conference room.

"You're not going to get all managery on me, are you?" She smiled, taking the seat nearest to me.

I didn't want to hold back the good news, especially with the company cutting a live check to adjust her pay back to the contract signing, so I sent her a meeting invite for four pm.

"Absolutely not," I told her. "I'm a tech; I have better things to do than attend meetings all day."

"You're going to be attending a lot of meetings," she laughed. "It's a billion dollars. It's not really a billion dollars, is it?"

Picking up the envelope, I tapped the corner against the table. She looked at it.

"It's a billion dollars ... to start."

"Are you kidding?" Ana seemed shocked.

"Whatever the Institute publicity memo states, it's only a part of what they want to do," I said.

"How do you know?"

"There are things in the last few years that the government doesn't talk about, downplays, or lies because people want to be lied to about those things." I took a deep breath. "I have the misfortune to know the truth because I was doing those things!"

"I heard you were a soldier, but that there was problem when you left," she said. "You don't talk about what you did before you started working here."

I waved the topic aside.

"The Institute wants to crunch a lot of data. They're in a situation where a single piece of data may get them to an answer, or where two or three or a hundred pieces of unrelated data gets them the same answer if properly correlated. They don't know what they need, so they'll take everything," I said. "And then there's the big one!"

She waited patiently, watching me.

"They want to find a cure."

Ana drummed her fingers against the table. "A supercomputer."

"Three of them. At least!"

Her eyebrows shot up.

"One for the cure. One to crunch the data that the monster farm of servers we're going to build gathers. And the upgrade platform."

"Did the project manager tell you?" Ana knew the answer, but she always asked the question.

"Her name is Elizabeth; you're going to be working closely together from now on. The dollar amount and who they sent told me."

"The other woman?"

"Elaine is the Director's wife and the most power Telepathic Positive in the country."

Ana sat in silence for a minute.

"You're definitely going to need a bigger team," she said finally. "I can't work many more hours. I don't have any experience with that kind of hardware either."

"I trust you to learn, Ana." I slid the envelope towards her. "We'll pay you to learn."

She knew what was in it but didn't want to appear like the money mattered that much to her. I smiled to let her know it was okay. Her hands shook a little when she opened it. The shaking increased more and more as she read the letter. I sat back when the tears flowed. It wasn't the first time I'd seen her lose control: the frustrations of her life, the fear, and a couple of times, I thought...

I waited until she smiled at me. Her expression was free of the weight she'd been carrying since before I hired her.

"You know what I am," I said to Ana.

She nodded and looked away.

I studied her. Ana was a little skinny. If I didn't have breakfast and lunch in the company cafeteria, Ana would have probably forgotten to eat those meals as often as she seemed to forget to have dinner. It was the worry! She worried about her two kids, her job, her finances, and that her husband who didn't help much with the kids or the finances would give her something else to worry about. The relief I had seen on her face made it easier. Not that I wouldn't have done it anyway, but there was something visceral about being the one who took the weight from her shoulders. I was also an asshole and a selfish one! Ana owned her responsibilities completely; she didn't even like me doing maintenances for her. I needed her on my team!

Ana didn't look scared or distressed. Standing up, I slid around the table until I was in front of her. She didn't move! I undid my belt and jeans button. The sound of my zipper going down was clear and unmistakable. Ana didn't move! My hard dick popped out of my underwear as I slid them down my thighs with my jeans.

Ana's hands held on tightly to the arms of the chairs as I rolled her closer to me. The white knuckles were Ana's only reaction. Grabbing her hair, I pulled her face towards me. My hips went up until the tip of my dick touched Ana's lips. I brushed Ana's hair over her ears so I could see our contact. Her eyes were shut but not tightly.

She was relaxed ... submitting! It's what got to me! Not the feel of my dick as I pressed against her lips and penetrated. Nor the vision of my dick stroking a few inches into Ana's mouth and out again. Ana submitted to it! She did not participate, but she did not fight or protest as my hips pushed me into her mouth and pulled me back.

I didn't want to scare her so I kept to shallow penetrations. In and out. Physically not much pleasure. Sexually not very exciting. It was Ana acquiescing to being face fucked that got my balls churning!

For the first time though, I saw the fine details of my power in action. I thought the strokes would get me off without much from Ana, but it didn't work out that way. I saw her hands relax on the arms of the chair. Saliva gathered in her mouth and on my dick. I went from fucking a hollow pocket to gliding in and out of wet warmth. Ana's tongue pressed against the bottom of my dick as I penetrated into her. Her breathing got louder! Ana fisted her hands and put them on my thighs.

Ana's face still showed no reaction.

I pushed away from the table. Putting both hands on the back of Ana's head, I thrust a little deeper. I pulled all the way out; the head of my dick glistened with Ana's spit. Her mouth was open to take me as I drove in again.

My balls squeezed. I grabbed two handfuls of Ana's hair. Pulling back to the edge, I fucked Ana's mouth one last time! She fell forward out of the chair when my cum shot into her mouth. Ana's mouth opened; she groaned around a second spray of semen. She gagged, pulled away from my dick, and pressed her face against my hip. My dick pulsed again, discharging cum into Ana's hair.

Ana was crying, but it didn't sound sad or hurt. The conference door opened. Angela and one of the women from the lunch table walked in. They knelt on either side of Ana. The women guided Ana to her feet; they whispered to her as they led Ana out of the room.

Angela came back in a minute later with a wet towel. She cleaned me off and redid my jeans without looking at me.

She stopped at the door to look back at me. "Ana will be ready in a bit to go home. Elizabeth said to call her when you're done; she'll give you a ride to your apartment."

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I looked at the backseat again. Abby was staring out the window; Jonathan found his toes of great interest. Ana brought her kids to work a few times since she'd come to work for me. Jonathan was two years old. At nine years old, Abby understood some of the wrongness in her life, like the way her mother and I weren't saying anything.

Like how I was in their mini-van as they rode home.

Ana pulled into the parking spot in front door to her apartment. They lived in a complex, four apartments to a building. Ana's family had the bottom right apartment with an entrance directly to the parking lot.

"Abby," I said. To me, it seemed that little girls wanted to be treated like a girl and a woman at the same time.

"Can you take your mom out for pizza?" I asked, handing Abby a couple of bills. Her eyes widening, Abby took the money before nodding.

Ana didn't look at me when I got out the mini-van. Abby waved as they drove away.

Ana's husband answered the door after the fifth knock. I smiled, "Hi, you might remember me. I'm Michael, Ana's boss."

"Oh ... hello."

He extended his hand out for a handshake. Ana's husband never saw the strike to his solar plexus. I caught him as he folded. Pushing into the apartment, I closed the door behind me. We were in a galley kitchen. I turned him around and carried him into their living room. When I let him go, he collapsed.

Ana's husband wasn't doing too well in the breathing department! I looked around the room ... a couple of bedrooms down the hall. Ana told me that Abby and Jonathan shared a room. Abby hated it, but her dad didn't want the baby to disturb his sleep.

I watched Ana's husband turn over. He'd recovered enough to take shallow breaths.

"I'm a man of action." I watched his eyes to make sure my words were registering. "I have it on good authority that even when I sit in a hole and do nothing, my subconscious is taking action, preparing for when I take action and making plans of action. It's not what the mind reader said exactly, but it's pretty much the gist."

His breaths deepened. The grimace of pain left his face. I kept track of where his eyes went, if he were going to do something it would be soon.

"When I interviewed your wife, my then-boss didn't think she was a good fit for the job," I told him. "She talked about her kids and about the limitations on her time. Ana laid out what she couldn't do! It's not a good interview technique, but her resume told me she was qualified."

He was almost there!

"What my then-boss didn't understand is that Ana told us how to get the best from her. I don't give a fuck that she can't get in at nine am or she has to leave at five pm exactly. Ana gives me seven hours in the office and three to six hours remotely. She takes care of every maintenance and gets on for every outage."

I shifted my feet.

"Honestly, I don't know what I'd do without her!" I said. "I take advantage. No, I do! But Ana ... she doesn't see it because she get to be there for Abby and Jonathan. She has time to make them breakfast. She's never late to pick them up from the sitter and daycare."

My foot caught him in the gut. He flew back, crashing into the sofa. I took the time it took for him to catch his breath again to inspect more of their apartment. Too small!

"For the price of a few gifts for the kids, Ana thinks I'm actually a good person!" I sighed slowly, controlling the urge to kick him again. "The thing is I'm not a people person! I get wicked reads on them; I can play to their strengths and weaknesses. I can consciously motivate them to do what I want."

He wasn't going to get up so I sat on their coffee table. "It's not real! I don't give Abby dolls because I'm generous. Sometimes when Ana is really late, I get annoyed. I hate taking her place when someone is stupid enough to schedule a meeting early in the morning or after five pm. I do those things because a happy Ana benefits me. Greatly!"

I lifted a buttcheek off the coffee table and farted.

"Excuse me," I said smiling. "And the one thing I really fucking hate is tears! Do you know how uncomfortable it is to sit at a lunch table when YOUR wife loses it a little? Five times, you fuckhead! Five fucking times, I've had to sit there and not hug her because she would completely lose it."

He felt the chill and tried to back away from me.

"The last couple of times before today, I got this feeling ... you hit her." My hope that he'd deny it didn't come true. I jumped up and kicked him twice more.

He was terrified! He wouldn't meet my eyes, but I had his full attention.

"Ana being happy benefits me, therefore I should arrange for her happiness," I said. "She worries too much about money so I negotiated a raise for her. Done! I like happy tears. Not really, but Ana is emotional, so better happy tears than the other kind. There were tears a little later! Those are good tears too! At least, I enjoyed how we got to those tears so..."

I went into the kitchen and filled two glasses with water. He wouldn't take one until my eyes hardened. I took a sip, waiting for him to drink some of the water.

"Ana doesn't like confrontation," I said thoughtfully. "You take advantage of it. People at work do too; they're just careful enough to only delay her. A full stop gets me involved. Did I mention I hate getting involved? I'm not one for non-violent conflict resolution."

After taking another sip, I pointed to him with the lip of glass. "I bet you're thinking--where is this going? Well Mr. Fuckhead, I need Ana. Big project. Lots of money! More responsibilities! A different set of responsibilities that has nothing to do with my job! I need Ana to be on the ball and motivated to take care of every job she can. It leaves me having to arrange her life to my benefit."

I put the glass down on the coffee table. He turned and met my eyes when I didn't speak.

"You're gone!" I said. "You're going to pack your shit and be moved into your sister's place before Ana gets back from dinner. Now ... how badly do I have to beat you before you agree this is really the best thing for me and that you want to do what's best for me?"

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Jonathan was too excited by a new playmate (me) to notice a missing dad, since the dad never paid much attention to him anyway. Abby knew; I could see her holding back tears. I looked away any time Ana hugged her daughter close. It took a movie to distract Abby enough for her to relax. She fell asleep against her mom on the couch.

When Ana walked into her bedroom after putting her kids to bed, I was standing naked at the foot of her bed. The only light came in through the window.

She stood still while I undid her pants. Ana didn't even step out of them; I had to lift her up. I wrapped her legs around me and climbed onto the bed. Ana turned her face away from me but made no move to stop what was going to happen.

The head of my dick bumped her pussy lips. I raised her legs higher and pushed forwards with my hips. She was dry. I couldn't see her face, but she made no sound as the head of my dick wedged a path deeper into her body. When I hit bottom, I pressed my face against Ana's neck and grabbed her hips. I pushed in hard; taking the last inch her body could give me. She tensed for a second, reacting to the pressure. I waited for Ana to relax. Her thighs gripped and released me.

For the first time, I tried to actively use my power. The Institute provided 'get to the point' websites and books, but a lot was unknown especially about how the Positive powers worked. Although 'worked' had many definitions, Pheromonics were the only ones with a physical element to their power so the vehicle used to jump from Positive to subject could be studied. How we started the engine though ... the Institute advised concentrating on what we wanted.

I wanted Ana reacting!

Like in the conference room, Ana took small steps. Her body eased into the mattress as I let more of my weight rest on her. I pressed my face into Ana's neck and grabbed her hips tighter. Her thighs tightened on my hips. She breathed through her mouth. Ana's pussy went from dry to moist to wet to soaking my dick with lubrication. She squeezed me. Released me. Squeezed me! Ana's pussy gripped the base of my dick and in a wave of inward pressure tried to pull me in deeper. A feminine sound of frustration escaped her lips. She wanted me to move! I fought the desire to stroke; Ana fought the desire to do anything except submit.

She tensed, swallowing any cry from orgasm. Ana's pussy pulled at me! She opened and closed around my dick for a couple of seconds. The exhalation of air against my ear was music.

I stroked, long and slow. Ana arched at my movement! I pushed her flat on the bed, keeping to the easy fucking. Her breathing normalized. She returned to her state of submission, taking me like it was the way the world worked, my dick inside her!

It didn't really work that way though! Ana was primed from her orgasm; her body wanted more and I was giving it. I continued to hold back, staying with an almost casual in-out motion. Our bodies didn't make any sound as I fucked Ana.

She tensed! Ana was much better at controlling her reaction to the second orgasm. She turned her face away, giving me more of her neck. Her legs didn't squeeze me; her breathing barely changed. She kept the sounds her body wanted to let loose in her stomach rather than her throat.

I held still, allowing the wave of pleasure to pass through her body ... then I pounded Ana! Hard powerful strokes that demanded her further submission to my need! She spread her legs wider, only to press them against my sides. Her arms went around me; her fingers ran down my back until they touched the sweat at the small of my back. She turned her face back to me, breathing into my ear. Ana's hands danced at my back. I fucked her deep, adding more power to the strokes.

My strokes broke down, no longer long and smooth. I fucked Ana with short, choppy thrusts deep inside her body. She read the orgasm in my contracting muscles. Ana hugged me tightly to her. My hips were the only part of me that could move, but it was enough.

I pressed against her. My cock thickened! Ana whispered her pleasure; she couldn't control her reaction to my pheromone rich semen touching her on the inside. Her ankles crossed at my back; she arched wildly and cried out! Ana came with every new injection of my cum.



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Chapter 6


Ana's husband was so shocked by me coming out of her apartment after dark that my arms were in the car before he could react. I pulled him through the window until I could put the back of his neck on the doorframe. I had one hand on his chest and the other on his chin. In the position, my body weight would break his neck on the door. I kneed him in the back of the head to let him know he should pay attention.

"Plan A was for you and Ana to work out the details of a divorce," I said to him. "I don't know what kids need, how much time a dad should have with his children, etc. Obviously, it isn't going to work since you're stupid!"

He cried out when I kneed him again.

"Plan C works for me! Ana is Ana so she won't like Plan C, but I can make it look like an accident. You are not going to be a fan of Plan C and I want to be fair. Everyone should get something so how about we go for a compromise."

Leaning down, I put more weight on him. He screamed! I gave him time to recover when I pulled up on the pressure.

"Plan B," I said. "You get the kids every Wednesday afternoon until nine pm. You get them every other weekend. You don't contest the terms of the divorce or we move on to Plan C and you become a statistic!"

Elizabeth pulled up as Ana's husband squealed away in his car.

"Trouble?" she asked when I got inside.

"Do you know a supportive divorce lawyer?" I closed the door. "Someone who will gently lead Ana to the right place."

"You can 'gently lead' Ana anywhere you want," she replied. "You explained the new structure of your relationship when you gave her a raise. I'm sure you got into more detail in her bed, so tell her to drop the loser!"

Elizabeth's view of Positives seemed to be black and white. I shrugged, deciding there was no point in arguing with a zealot. "Ana's not like the rest of you. It would be better if I arranged for time without her children around."

"Oh!" She nodded. "Good thinking."

Very black and white!

"How much do you know about Positives?" I asked Elizabeth. "I've only read the public Institute documents."

"They offer seminars for contractors," Elizabeth replied. "Senior management arranged for a one week workshop after it became clear we were the front-runners. I took it as a refresher."

"Does the Institute think whatever made me a Positive also entailed mental changes?"

"I don't understand," she said.

"I changed physically." I stared at the passing lights. "Were biologically based mental changes a part of the package?"

"You changed so why wouldn't your psychology change?"

"I mean direct mental changes," I clarified for her.

"I don't..." She turned to look at me before stopping the car on the side of the highway. She pressed a button on her dash. "Dial Eleanor."

On the second ring, Elizabeth's posture changed. She sat straighter and drummed her fingers on the steering wheel as if testing her control of them.

"It's an interesting question," she said to me.

"Uhmmm!" I knew because Elizabeth's diction and tone of voice changed, but I had to be sure. "Eleanor?"

She nodded.

"That's really..."

"Freaky," Eleanor/Elizabeth said with a raised eyebrow. It was better if I let the body-snatching thing go.

Eleanor/Elizabeth smiled.

"It has been proposed by a few scientists," she said. "We haven't had time to pursue the research. To be honest, this project is our first attempt to work within the possibility that everything won't return to normal tomorrow."

"What the fuck were the Orphan Teams then?"

"A couple of people willing to pay any price in case God didn't answer our prayers," she replied in a tone of voice which left no doubt that I should not go down this path.

I shrugged. "Look, I want to know if the change to being Positive could have biologically altered my thinking process. You implied I've always been intuitive, but it goes much farther than that now."

She sighed, "We'll have to put it on the list. Some of the changes clearly AFFECT thought process. A guy with a suddenly bigger dick is prone to thinking with it! There's nothing about the thought process itself being changed though. The Director might have considered it, since it makes sense."

"It does?"

"At least with Pheromonics," she said. "Or at least, if there was a change, we're more likely to identify it with Pheromonics."

I stared at her.

"Because your delivery system requires more obvious physical changes than the rest of us," she said. "We got fitter, more sexually ... prominent, but even with the few autopsies we've done, a Pheromonic could be classified as a different species while the rest of us still get by as Homo Sapiens."

"Prominent?" I said. "That's what they call being horny all the time."

"Oh, no!" she said with a smile. "Don't get me wrong, any Positive is hornier than fourteen-year-old male triplets. It's the secondary effect of our power use that screws you."

"I didn't get to that part of the reading."

"Using your power makes you horny," she said. "And Pheromonics are pretty much always using their power."

"Subconsciously?"

She nodded.

The posture changes came over Elizabeth again. She stared at me for a second, "That's really freaky!"

I nodded.

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The punching stand took a beating.

I pushed the living room furniture to the walls when I arrived in my apartment and set the dummy up in the middle of the room. It always helped before--kicking the crap out of the dummy. My mind could shutdown during the physical activity; afterwards, my body could relax and let me think.

It had changed though; my mind didn't shutdown. Instead like a heartbeat, my active thinking beat slower and slower until my subconscious and conscious mind could almost have a conversation. They agreed--something was still wrong! Punching myself out on the dummy would be counterproductive. I'd built up a good sweat; there were better ways to expend energy.

I ran the six blocks at a pace meant to increase the sweat layering my body. The girl who answered the door took a step back and fell to her knees. I walked into the house. Sorority sisters stumbled out of rooms and down the stairs. I raised my arms as I studied them.

The most exclusive sorority on campus!

"Call every other sorority," I said loudly. "I want their five hottest sisters here as soon as possible."

Cell phones came out of pockets.

I stepped out of my sneakers. Pushing my shorts down caused a ripple of shudders. The sister who answered the door orgasmed! I stuck my dick into her open mouth.

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One of the girls who lived in the upstairs apartments at my house, Sophie, was a sorority sister. Blonde hair, blue eyes, short, and curvy certainly put her on my 'hot' list. I knew these things but that it would lead to her being face down on a sorority sister's bed with me balls deep in her round ass was not something I'd considered.

Some time during the weekend of fucking sorority sisters, the sense of wrongness faded away.

Sophie moaned! Her hips rose and fell; I leaned forward, holding my dick still. Sophie fucked her ass on my cock. Her motion got wilder! I kissed the back of her neck--she smelled like me.

A woman wearing my scent was quickly becoming a penchant.

Her ass squeezed down on my dick. I pulled back and fucked into her hard. Sophie turned her face to the side. I watched her mouth open, but no sound came out. I pulled back to the edge and thrust in as hard as I could. Sophie pushed her ass up, trying to get me deeper or at least keep me inside her. Her mouth opened in another silent scream. Sophie's orgasm triggered mine!

Unconscious girls littered the sorority house. I walked around them as I headed down the steps. Sophie was on my shoulder. She wasn't a sister in the sorority I chose to host the orgy at so I wanted to make sure she got home safely. I couldn't do much for the rest of the girls, but it seemed rude to leave Sophie considering she lived above my apartment.

My sneakers and shorts were in the spot I'd taken them off. Eleanor sat in a chair by the front door. I lay Sophie down on the bottom step. It wasn't much clothing to put on so I was ready to go in a few seconds.

"Feeling better?" Eleanor asked, patting Sophie's ass; I'd put the blonde back on my shoulder. "You like them curvy, don't you? Good for you! Another Positive taking a Hollywood vacation is the last thing I need."

I looked into the two rooms visible from the foyer. A girl slept in a sex swing, which hung from a chandelier. In the other room, four girls slept piled one atop the other.

"Yes, I feel better," I couldn't remember any action involving a swing. "A little guilty maybe."

"Don't..." Eleanor told me. "Most exclusive didn't exclude brains."

I stroked Sophie's ass while I waited for Eleanor to continue.

"They charged admission."

"For the other sororities," I said. "I told them..."

"Nah!" Eleanor waved at me dismissively. "For couples, married and otherwise."

I tilted my head.

"Even first year college students remember pre-Event horniness," she said. "The older kids remember sex. At least, intellectually."

Eleanor patted Sophie's ass again before continuing, "The sisters called every major group on campus. They also posted about your orgy on social sites, with pictures. You're viral!"

"Was there something with the swing?" I asked. "I don't remember it."

She snickered. "It's not the only swing."

I sighed, "I don't know what happened. I was in control with Ana, a little crazy but in control. The same with Angela! Less with Tamara and Gemma but nothing like..."

"You held it in too long," Eleanor told me. "You could have hurt yourself, Michael."

"What do you mean?"

"If you use your power too much, you could kill yourself. It's what I think anyway; others aren't as convinced," she said. "I scanned Melissa--you weren't getting enough sex!"

"A lot of masturbation."

She shook her head sadly. "And really ... it took us telling you that you were Positive?"

I shrugged.

"You've been holding your libido in massive check," she said. "This was the eruption of all that pressure."

"Is it over?" I asked.

Eleanor put her hand on my forehead and closed her eyes. "You should have grudge-fucked your ex-girlfriend, but it was a good bone for Kameron to chew on. Looks fine to me! If you feel peckish, give the sisters another opportunity to break the bank."

"How much money could they have made?" I followed Eleanor out the door.

"Sororities still know how to network," Eleanor said. "They did quite well, even by Institute standards. Speaking of which, the sisters probably maxed out your bonus this month. We'll wait for the tests to come back, but those are much better than before the Event so we'll know by the end of the week how many babies are due."

"What?" I froze. "They're not all..."

"Pregnant?" she hesitated a second before laughing. "Relax, you're not a dad a few dozen times over. As per Institute policy, they gave priority to couples trying to have a child. I really like this sorority; someone in their leadership has their head screwed on right!"

I looked back at the house. "How did it work?"

"Every door open for people to come in. Every window closed to prevent any unnecessary seepage. A Positive on a sex bender!" Eleanor appeared impressed. "Every piece of fabric in the house is saturated with your pheromones."

Eleanor climbed into her car and rolled down the window. "It's actually not a bad way to do things for a Pheromonic; you should keep it in mind. The sisters will love it, although you might want to spread the wealth. Or maybe not, this sorority would make a good partner in your adventures. Unfortunately, being Positive doesn't come packaged with brains, don't be embarrassed to let someone else do the heavy lifting in that department."

I watched her drive away. She could have given me a ride home!



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Chapter 7


My coworkers were looking at me strangely. The walk to my desk felt longer than normal. I'd finally let Kameron and Elizabeth drive me in. They were quiet for the whole ride. It clued me that everyone I knew probably saw the video postings of my sorority orgy weekend.

My desk wasn't my desk!

"What happened?" I asked Ana.

Ana wasn't where Ana usually was either!

"Over here, Michael," I heard Ana say from a couple of rows over.

I liked my spot!

I walked around until ... Someone had emptied most of the first row. There were only two desks in the front: one on the left where Ana presently sat and one on the right.

"That one is yours," Ana said. "I guess that back there is yours too!"

At the back of the row was a bed--the fucking thing was huge!

Ana didn't look at me.

"Ana, we don't have to..."

She sprang up and put her hand on my arm. Leaning into me, she whispered, "Not back there, okay? Not around other people!"

"You need to move," I told her. "Jonathan's daycare is down the road and Abby's young enough not to mind changing schools, especially if it's a cool private school. There are a couple of nice complexes nearby."

"Those are for houses," Ana said, meeting my eyes. "The raise was great, but I can't afford something in this neighborhood."

"What are you guys talking about?" Angela asked before hopping up on my desk.

"Michael thinks I should move closer to work," Ana replied. "It's too expensive!"

Angela looked at Ana and then at me. "He can afford it."

"What?" I asked stunned.

"I can't let him buy me a house!" Ana squealed.

Angela stared at Ana before deliberately looking at the end of the row. Ana's head dropped as she blushed.

"Ana, give us a couple of minutes," I said.

Ana couldn't get out of there fast enough.

"Are you insane?" I asked Angela.

Kameron and Elizabeth walked up to us. Elizabeth looked annoyed as she spoke, "You're late to a meeting."

"I was ambushed by someone moving my desk and this crazy woman telling Ana that I was going to buy her a house!"

"You already have a house," Kameron said looking at Angela.

"That I was going to buy ANA a house," I corrected.

"Great idea!" Elizabeth said to Angela. "If it's his house, Ana will be more willing."

"I thought I was making her willing," I said.

"Baby, there's willing and there's being the MAN in her life," Angela told me. "If it's your house, she is not going to let the douchebag set a foot inside it. If it's your bed, you for damn sure have a right to the woman sleeping in it."

"That's crap!" I replied.

"Not in Ana's mind," Angela said with a snap of her fingers.

"If you're buying Ana a house, you're paying my rent," Kameron told me pointedly.

"I'd go with a condo," Elizabeth told Kameron. "I could move in with you."

"Are you people insane?" I asked. "I can't afford this shit! And why the fuck did somebody move my desk?"

"Most popular entrance," Kameron said, pointing from my desk to the building entrance that was in the direct line of sight. "It was my idea; you'll dose more people as part of the workday. It really is a lot easier with each new girl! Buying Ana a house though ... I don't know about that!"

"A condo for you," Elizabeth said. "Until you're ready to go from girlfriend to ring."

"I thought we couldn't get married," Kameron said with some big time intensity in her eyes.

"I'm standing right here," I said to no one in particular.

Elizabeth looked me up and down. "Michael looks like the white picket fence type! He can marry you; the vows just aren't going to say anything about his fidelity."

"It would make Ana the kept mistress," Angela said. "The poor woman will melt from the embarrassment!"

Elizabeth leaned Angela over so she could give her a spank on a buttcheek. "Be nice!"

"I did my part for my new besty," Angela said with her nose turned up. "Two parts actually! I got her to the divorce lawyer on Saturday and I convinced Michael to buy her a house."

"I'm not convinced," I said. "I can't afford it and..."

"You can afford it," Elizabeth told me. "Your salary got tripled! You're getting the Institute stipend. Your pet sorority pretty much guaranteed you will max your baby bonus for the month. Hell, if the Institute allowed rollover babies, they'd have maxed you for the rest of the year."

I pressed my lips together.

Kameron giggled. "Rollover babies!"

We lost it. Ana came back and sat at her desk before we were done laughing.

"I'm not..." I shook my head and took a deep breath. "Is it really that much money?"

Ana stood up but sat back down when I looked at her.

"The Institute will lend you the money for home purchases," Elizabeth said. "Zero percent interest rate. They like Positives to settle down ... and take lots of vacations!"

"Seriously?" Kameron asked Elizabeth.

The blonde nodded slowly.

Kameron turned Angela. "Get him on the bed and fuck him until he says he'll buy a house for Ana and a condo for Elizabeth and me."

Kameron met Ana's eyes. "We're women so we can be honest with each other. This is the way the world is now. I accept that I have to share Michael. It hurts me, but I think it only hurts me because I can smell him right now. He's inside me so I'm alive!"

Ana raised her hand. She met my eyes before looking at Kameron. "Let me pretend that I'm saying yes so that my children can have a better life, Kameron."

"Until the divorce is final," Elizabeth told Ana. "After that, Michael needs to know that it's about him and not about your children or the money or the job or his power."

Ana nodded before sitting down and typing away at her keyboard.

"So I believe I heard someone say I need to help Michael break in the bed," Angela said.

"It's out in the middle of where everyone can see," I said looking around. Considering the last few days, I really had no room to protest, but it was in the direct line of sight of anyone walking by.

"Hey baby, it's all you," Angela told me. "If I don't have shame, it's on you!"

Elizabeth looked at the bed.

"We're still having problems with other departments taking over Michael's work," Kameron said to Elizabeth. "The meetings are pointless until we get that finalized."

"No," Elizabeth said with a sigh. "I want the first time to be special."

"Blowjobs don't count," Angela told the blonde, hopping off my desk and taking my hand. "I'm just saying!"

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I looked out the back car window again; the truck was still following us.

"First off," I said to Kameron and Elizabeth who were in the front seats of the car. "This whole spontaneous 'going house shopping for Ana' during lunch would be more believable if the furniture truck weren't following us."

"Bed truck," Elizabeth said.

"Say what?"

"It's only got the bed in it," she told me.

"So you admit that the house hunting expedition was planned before I even walked in today," I said.

"Angela does distract you easily," Kameron said a little huffily.

"Secondly," I said, ignoring her tone of voice. "That bed by my desk really needs to go!"

"Not going to happen!" Elizabeth said. "It's part of living up to the Institute policies."

"The Institute can't be telling vendors that they need to install a bed in high traffic areas for Positives to fuck on display."

"The Director prefers the word 'accommodate'," Elizabeth replied. "People working with or for the Institute must accommodate a Positive's needs and the Institute's mission."

I thought about it for a minute. "A billion dollars goes very far, doesn't it?"

"Actually, the baby thing goes even farther," Kameron said. "HR is getting flooded with resumes! There's a mini-lottery for who gets to take the sheets home every night."

"Do I want to ask?" I sighed.

"Fresh sheets by the time we get back." Kameron turn to smile at me. "Multiple winners!"

"Who has the job of making my bed? I'm pretty sure it's not on the facilities job description."

Kameron giggled.

We turned into a housing complex. The houses looked to all have the same footprint, albeit very large footprints.

"Seriously!" I said, leaning forward. "This place has to be expensive. Ana already has issues with me buying a house for her."

"It is a buyer's market," Elizabeth said.

"Not by this much," I said. "How much is the stipend and the baby bonus? Because even with my raise, I can't afford something in here."

"You're too conservative," Elizabeth said, stepping out of the car.

I opened the car door and joined the girls outside. Elizabeth parked in a corner lot.

"You can afford to buy any house in town on a year's worth of baby bonuses," Elizabeth told me.

"I want a nice condo!" Kameron said, staring at the house. She was pressing her lips together so tightly they were turning white.

"Really?" I asked Elizabeth.

"In this market, you could pay off this house and condo in a year," she replied.

"I like my apartment," I said. "I don't want to move."

"You don't have to, Michael," Elizabeth said. "The girls upstairs. Close to a major University. It's good enough for now."

"I want a very nice condo," Kameron said, poking me in the arm. "Say it!"

"You want a very nice condo."

She poked me again.

"After I confirm that everything Elizabeth said is true, I'll buy you a nice condo," I told her.

Kameron narrowed her eyes at me before nodding. "The real estate agent is inside."

"I have your Institute authorization here." Elizabeth patted her purse. "Say the word and the house is yours."

A well-dressed lady stepped out of the house; her smile got wider and wider as she approached us.

"Michael," Ana said before the woman could open her mouth. "I need to talk to you. This is too much!"

"We might as well look," I told her. "We're here."

The newly constructed house was perfect: five bedrooms, four bathrooms, a finished basement, and high-end kitchen appliances. Ana looked tortured! She wanted the house, but having me buy it threw her for a loop.

The real estate agent saved the master bedroom for last. Ana didn't even blink at the large bed in the middle of the room, the only piece of furnishing in the entire house.

"I'll be downstairs," the agent told me. She managed a touch on my bare skin as she walked by.

Ana was leaning against the bed. She didn't want to look at me. I got the feeling she was afraid I would say no about the house. I walked up to her. Turning Ana to face me, I undid the belt and button of her jeans. She stepped out of them. I peeled her panties from her body. Ana positioned herself in the middle of the bed with her knees apart. She watched as I stripped down. Her hands were at my hips when I knelt between her legs. Ana guided me in! I sank to the hilt. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled my weight on top of her. Ana moved with me, meeting my thrusts. We couldn't last long, but neither of us wanted to.

I thrust and thrust until I peaked! Ana arched, crying out as the heat of my semen set her off too.

We lay on our sides with me spooned against her back.

"I can't! It'll be your house and if you change your mind later. It's my kids, Michael!" Ana whispered. She gripped my hand as tightly as she could, begging me to make her accept the house.

My dick was between her legs.

Elizabeth had no reason to lie to me about the Institute loan or the money.

I shifted my hips, lining up my cock. I fucked into Ana slowly; she gasped and pressed back against me. I felt the tip of my cock press against her depth.

Charlene and the baby!

"There's a good chance I got a girl pregnant. I'll never see that child," I whispered into Ana's ear. "It's what they expect me to do--my duty!"

I pulled back and fucked into Ana hard.

"I understand the word," I said to her. "But never getting to see my child tastes bad in my mouth."

Flipping Ana onto her stomach, I took a long couple of long strokes.

"Ana, when we've put this project in production and hired a good team, you're going to have my baby. I'll put the house in our child's name."

Ana's ass met my downward drive.

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"You don't have to worry about going condo shopping with us," Kameron said on the drive back to the office. "You'll be in the way. I need to see a few places to be sure I'm getting equal treatment!"

"A condo equal to that house!" I shuddered at the cost.

"What did you say to Ana?" Elizabeth asked. "I expected more of a fight. She came downstairs and was already laying out where the furniture had to go. She'll probably be moved in by the weekend."

"I am a Positive," I replied.

"Yeah, but ... actually--Yeah, okay!"

I could feel her smile.

"It's like that," Kameron asked nervously. "He can make me accept all the women?"

"Pretty much," Elizabeth replied. "Or worst case scenario, he can make you want him so badly that you don't care about the women as long as you're getting your boots knocked."

Kameron decided talking about what they wanted in their new condo was a better conversation.

Angela was waiting for me at my desk.

"I really need to get work done," I told her.

"I know," she said, patting my arm. "I wanted to invite you to dinner at my house and to stay the night. You probably need a break from all this stuff."

I leaned down until my lips touched her ear. "I want your ass!"

Angela pressed her cheek against mine before replying. "You've always wanted my ass, Michael."

"If I go with you tonight, I'm going to fuck you in the ass, Angela."

"I know," she said. "I know!"

"Shit," I said taking a step back.

"That's very romantic," Angela told me, slightly peeved.

"Now I want to take a half-day."

"That is though!" Angela turned and strutted away.

"Documentation," Ana said from her desk. "It's the only way to avoid whoever they get to do our job asking a million questions every day. Documentation!"

"I hate you," I said before sitting down.

"You already bought me the house so it's okay."

As it happened, the bed might not have been for me at all. At least, the couples who fell onto it naked changed the sheets. Coffee breaks, cigarette breaks, and fuck breaks! How was anybody going to get work done?

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Angela's grown daughter joined us for dinner. Considering what I had in mind, it would have been awkward, except Samantha had been a part of my sorority orgy. From the looks Angela was giving her daughter, I got the feeling Samantha invited herself to the party.

"You don't have to be shy, Mom," Samantha said.

We'd finished our meal and been sitting at the table for thirty minutes.

"I was in the videos of Michael's fun at the sorority house," Samantha said to her mom. She gave me a wide smile.

"Are you in the sorority or were you called over?" I asked.

"I'm a sister."

"I was told the sorority made money," I said. "I don't get it."

"You invited the five hottest sisters of the other sororities," she replied. "They got in for free; anybody else had to pay a door fee."

I nodded.

"Couples that want babies are very loose with their money," she said. "It's covered under medical insurance up to a certain amount."

"The point is to get women pregnant, Samantha," I said.

"Never give it away!" Angela told me. "They won't appreciate it."

"It's my ability and I didn't get paid," I pointed out. "Shouldn't I get some of the money?"

"You fucked an entire sorority and the best of the rest," Samantha said with a smirk. "Sounds like payment to me!"

"Hmmm..."

"Michael, baby." Samantha leaned forward and put her hand on top of mine. "We let you have an orgy in our house. The Institute is also going to pay you for those babies. Think of it as the rental price."

"Okay," I said. "You deserved a little something."

"Mommy," Samantha said looking at Angela. "Daddy's been gone for over a year and I know you've been with Michael. Take him to bed already!"

"So you can have him later?" Angela asked.

"It's not like either of us can handle him alone," Samantha said wickedly.

Angela flipped her dark hair behind a shoulder and glared at me cutely. "No, but if you're going to have sex with my daughter under my roof ... I expect to be passed out!"

I watched Angela walking out of the room.

"It's you," Samantha said suddenly.

"I'm sorry?"

"You're thinking how much of that is you," Samantha told me. "My dad and mom were pretty hot and heavy. Embarrassingly! She's never been this open about it though. It's you, like it's you with me."

"You really expect some action later?" I asked.

Samantha stood up. She was a couple of inches taller than her mom. While not as lush, Samantha didn't lack in the curves department.

"What I expect is for you to go back and forth between my mom and me all night long! And yes, that's all your power."

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I took my time; Angela's ass was the entree.

She knelt naked at the foot of her bed. My hands held fistfuls of her hair. I pushed my cock into her mouth and down her throat. She gagged but I was merciless. Her eyes rolled back as I shot a load of semen down her throat.

I had Angela on her back. Her ankles were on my shoulders. My full body weight rested on her pussy. I pulled up and slammed down into her. Over and over! Angela screamed! I kept fucking her!

Finally, it was time.

Angela lay on her stomach. Her entire body was relaxed as I played with her asscheeks. Angela was by no means 'perfect', but I wouldn't have risked any weight loss on her since it could have meant less ass.

Less of that big, juicy ass--God save me from it!

My cock was fiercely hard. I'd dreamed of having Angela in this position. I put a hand on each asscheek and opened her. I wanted to be in her but I had to let go of at least one cheek to bend my dick downward. I didn't want to let go! I settled for rubbing my cock along the valley of her ass.

Adjusting my hips, I found the angle that let me put the tip of my dick on Angela's anus.

It felt exactly like I wished it would; a little raspy but giving. Angela's ass surrendered depth as I pressed my cock into her.

Fully embedded, I was lost in the feeling of it. I pulled back slowly and fucked back in. The raspiness remained but the thrust met with less resistance. I continued, slowly pulling back and fucking into Angela's ass until it offered no resistance.

Angela's ass was mine!

I pounded her! Letting my hips smacking her asscheeks beat the rhythm of my climbing pleasure. I'd never been so horny; my cock felt like a steel rod!

My hips moved faster and faster until the orgasm came. I grabbed Angela's shoulders and pressed against her asscheeks. Angela cried out with me as my dick pulsed. I shot semen into her ass!

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Samantha pushed the shower curtain open and stepped inside.

"Round two," she whispered.

She put her hands on me. Guiding me around, she pulled me back against her. Kissing my shoulders, Samantha reached around and grasped my dick. I hardened in her hands.

"All night, baby," she said, stroking my dick. "My mom. Me. My mom. Me. My mom. Me! Until neither of us can take it anymore! And then fuck us one more time!"



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Chapter 8


I sat in the conference room. People filtered in slowly; most raised an eyebrow or looked around the room when they saw me. I had not been invited to 'their' meeting.

Elizabeth paused at the door when she saw me. Kameron looked over the blonde' shoulder to see what caused Elizabeth to freeze. They sat down in the chairs nearest me.

"That's everyone," Elizabeth said a few minutes later. I looked around the room--middle managers.

"I get that none of you is truly invested," I told everyone in the room. "You hear a billion dollars and immediately think ... job security. Yippee! The company is flush with money so you can buy that house or sports car you've been dreaming about. There is no reason to stick your head out since you've done quite well for yourselves."

I tapped the table with a finger and looked at Elizabeth. "That's why we're having such a hard time getting people to take over my responsibilities."

She nodded slowly.

"Normally, I wouldn't care," I said to the people in the room. "You're not in my sandbox and you're not my boss."

I interlaced my fingers and leaned my elbows on the table.

"Two years ago, I damned myself, believing that I could give us the slightest advantage in our quest to survive as a species," I said softly. "This project must succeed or I have to admit my sacrifice was meaningless. I will have to admit I killed good people for nothing!"

All their eyes were on me. I exhaled slowly several times. With each second, the people in the room focused more and more on me. I had seen my power in women's lust, but this was something different. I could see the people around me bending to my purpose!

"I will not allow any of you to raise the specter of failure." I met each pair of eyes directly. "There are rewards for me in this endeavor, like a mother/daughter threesome last night. The money is also excellent!"

"Love my new condo," Kameron said with a smile.

"Already?" I asked.

"I had a few in mind," Elizabeth told me. "I showed Kameron my picks."

I nodded to them and spoke to the room again. "Like I said, the rewards are bountiful."

"The problem, ladies and gentlemen, is that I am committed," I said. "You're lack of investment is therefore an obstacle!"

"Elizabeth," I said. She sat up straight in her chair. "Stop asking, start assigning!"

Everyone else in the room tried to talk at the same time; some even stood up

"Shut up!" I growled. "Sit down!"

They sat so fast they bounced. I looked at Elizabeth. "The Institute mandates that any vendor follow its policies."

She flipped her hair back and laughed.

"The most important policy is that a Positive be accommodated," Kameron said with a nod. "Holy shit!"

"Whenever you curse, I get a hard-on," I told her. "Oh wait, damn! I feel it wilting because I have to think about the fact that no one has been found to take over my work."

I sat back.

Kameron looked at the sheet of paper in front of her. "So basically ... we can fire people."

"You always could," I replied. "Elaine would have smoothed the road more forcefully for you. She appears to want me in charge. I don't have her abilities so I need Elizabeth and you to be more forceful on your own. I need people to step up!"

Elizabeth took her phone out. She typed something in before looking at me. "You have another meeting."

"What room?" I asked.

"On your bed," she replied. "Marcia."

"Fuck!" Kameron smiled widely at me. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

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"I like your methods," Elaine said.

We were sitting in the cafeteria. I ate a quick lunch, but the ladies took their sweet time. I looked down the table; they still placed Ana on the opposite end to prevent work-talk. Elaine sat to my left while Marcia sat to my right.

"How are they doing?" I asked Elaine.

She smiled and scanned the women with her eyes. "They're fine."

"Really?" I sighed. "You can read minds and the best you come up with is ... they're fine."

"Your power doesn't allow for more," she said with a smirk. "If you throw dick in the ones you haven't fucked yet, they'll be better. It has more to do with status though; they want to be equals with each other. Not with Elizabeth or Kameron obviously, since they are your girlfriends. Or with Ana. It appears to be a pack behavior thing with Pheromonics and their friends."

Kameron and Elizabeth were talking to Ana. It cleared the seats closest to me for other women: Lisa and Marcia. Elaine being a Positive didn't seem to count. The other women did give Lisa and Marcia a few resentful looks. Elaine had a good idea about flattening the status issue!

"You handled the situation with your responsibilities well," Elaine said. "You're using your abilities to advantage."

"Yes," I replied. "It's not just the sex."

"They'll listen to you," Elaine said with a nod. "They'll follow your lead. They've been doing it all along, but you need to learn to use it more consciously. This is a good start!"

I nodded.

My cellphone alarmed. I pulled it out--a meeting with Ana. She was gone when I looked up. I sighed loud and long, thinking it would be about the documentation needed now that people had been found to replace us.

I couldn't have been more wrong!

Ana reserved a small conference room. She sat in one of the chairs--no laptop or notebook. She stared at a spot on the table and didn't acknowledge my entrance. I let the door close before I stripped. My cock led as I walked around the table. Ana took a deep breath. I leaned back against the table and reached out to grab Ana by her hair. She offered no resistance as I pulled her face forward. A spot of pre-cum painted her lips before she opened them to take me in.

Marcia had been fun, but Ana's submission still drove me horny-nuts! I watched her face as I fucked her mouth. I did it with long, slow strokes. Ana was a quick learner and even with the few sessions we had she was already taking me deep.

I wanted it too much! It only took a few minutes before I was ready to pop. Pulling out, I reached down to grab her arms. Ana let me pull them up until I could wrap her fingers around my dick. She looked up at me as I taught her hands how to stroke my cock. I held the tip of my dick on her tongue. She understood instantly, capitulating to giving me the visual I wanted.

A few seconds later, my cock jumped in her hands. Cum flowed onto Ana's tongue. She closed her eyes and jerked with her lower body. She squeezed my dick hard, sealed the head with her lips, and sucked me.

I wanted more!

After my orgasm completed, I pulled Ana out of the chair and onto her knees. Standing over her, I made Ana take more of my dick than she ever had before. She did not fight me, letting me drive into her throat. Holding her head, I pulled back and forced Ana's body to take me as deep as it could.

A direct cum shot down Ana's throat wasn't enough!

I stood her up and leaned her upper body on the table. Pulling her pants down, I held her still with a hand at the small of her back. I watched my cock fuck into Ana's pussy.

Her ass would have to wait, but fucking Ana in a conference room was truly glorious.

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I watched Ana walk towards the exit. Kameron and Elizabeth watched me watch Ana.

"What's wrong?" Elizabeth asked.

"I had a meeting with Ana around one pm," I said.

"So?" Kameron asked.

I looked at my computer screen. "We were in there for a half-hour and I've been doing documentation for the last four."

"So pre-motivation works on you," Elizabeth said. "Good to know!"

"Pre-motivation?" I asked.

"How many times did you cum?" Elizabeth asked.

"Three," I replied without thinking.

"Pre-motivation is also known as draining your balls," Elizabeth said, reaching around and guiding my mouse to the shutdown command. "Come on, you have an appointment to view the condo."

"I thought you bought the condo," I said as I put my laptop in my bookbag.

"Nah!" Kameron said. "We visited a few listings last night to pick our favorite but buying is all you."

"Another real estate agent," I said with a sigh. At least, they had the decency to walk in front of me so I could stare at their asses.

It wasn't that bad! The condo had a beautiful view from the balcony. I couldn't hold it against the girls for choosing the penthouse. I stared out over the river. Damn, the girls had expensive tastes, but I would have picked the exact same place.

"I thought it was your purchase," the female agent said to the girls.

"No," Kameron replied. "He's the buyer; we're his girlfriends. He's buying it to keep us close by."

The condo was within easy walking distance of my apartment. We had not consummated the relationships, but I did notice the only piece of furniture in the condo was a bed.

"Three bedrooms," I said without looking over my shoulder.

"One for me, one for Elizabeth, and one for you," Kameron said.

"I'm not going to move in," I told them.

"We know," Elizabeth replied. "But I think for threesomes, it's best to have a neutral location."

"Girlfriends," the real estate agent said. "Threesomes?"

I spun around. Elizabeth, Kameron, and I studied the agent, waiting for the light bulb moment.

"You're a Positive," the agent said with a shiver. "That's why I feel like this!"

"Are you being naughty?" Elizabeth asked me.

"I'm pretty sure I can't NOT be naughty," I replied. "And it's like I'm always fucking horny! They don't tell you that in the Institute web pages. Not really!"

"It's worse for you," Elizabeth said with a sympathetic look. "A Positive gets horny with the use of their powers. You're always producing your Pheromones so..."

"Always horny!" I finished.

"But Ana seems to have stumbled on a good way to keep you focused," Kameron told me brightly.

"For now," Elizabeth said. "As he comes out of his shell more and more, the controls he's built over his libido will crumble and he'll recover faster."

"Excuse me," the real estate agent said to me. "So you'll be here quite often, sir?"

"We haven't worked it out," I told her.

"Yes, he will be," Elizabeth said. "In fact, I'm going to be getting laid on that bed as soon as he says yes to the condo."

"Is it something we can ... advertise?" the real estate asked carefully.

"Michael's presence would make the building more attractive to people," Elizabeth said. "Couples wanting children. Single women wanting a taste of the good life. I noticed the bar downstairs. Owned by your company?"

The real estate agent nodded.

"I noticed a lot of empty units," Kameron said while studying her nails.

"We could certainly negotiate the price," the real estate agent said quickly.

"I looked up the numbers today," I said, turning around to take in the view again. "Considering, there's no other Positive in the county or the two adjoining counties, it's not going to be hard for me to max out the Institute bonus. There's no reason to negotiate about the money."

"There is something you do want to negotiate over though," the agent said to me.

"No," I replied. "There's something I want."

"What?"

"You."

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The agent calmed me down enough. I heard Elizabeth loud and clear about what would happen when I said yes to the condo.

Elizabeth was perfect to me. The type I always wanted and until Tamara had never gotten. Tamara had been wild though; I'd fucked her before I even realized what I was doing. I did not get the time to enjoy it. If anything, Elizabeth was more my type! Elizabeth had Tamara beat by a twenty pounds--most of it in her legs, ass, and tits. Elizabeth was more athletically built than Tamara. If I had gone at Elizabeth without blowing a few loads, it would have gone down with less thinking than Tamara.

Fucking the agent did it--though I wasn't sure if I'd won in the negotiation since I intended a one time thing and on the way out the door she promised much more when we got together for a whole night. Anyway ... I could enjoy Elizabeth.

Slowly stripping each item of clothing from her body.

Standing away from her and staring to my heart's content at her nudity.

Kissing every inch of her skin.

Placing her in the middle of the bed.

Opening her legs and pushing them up so that her beautiful pussy was in the perfect position.

Staring down at the joining of our bodies as she took more and more of my cock.

Pulling out completely and making her mine again.

Cumming into her pussy.

And then looking to the side where Kameron had two fingers buried in her pussy--I had forgotten about her.



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Chapter 9


Undoubtedly, I could have had sex with Kameron that night too; it felt right to wait. Not that Kameron made it easy, she ... Kameron ate my cum out of Elizabeth's pussy. And I fucking thought that Kameron cursing made me horny!

I fucked Elizabeth. Kameron ate her out. It made me horny. I fucked Elizabeth again. Kameron ate her out again. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

Thankfully, Elizabeth kicked me out of the condo or we might still be there.

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I emailed out of work the next morning. Vacations were not my thing so I could afford the Sanity Day. I'd spent very little time alone in the last week and vegging out on the couch sounded great.

Yeah, not! Another thing not in the Institute informational web pages is that a Positive pretty much has to order everyone to leave him alone.

The knocking woke me up. I stayed in bed for a minute, but the person outside did not take the hint. I opened the door to find Kameron and Elizabeth.

"I'm taking the day off," I said. "I made sure to email you both!"

"We know," they replied at the same time.

"You're not..."

"No, we have work to do," Elizabeth said. "Kameron wanted to talk to the girls."

"What girls?" I asked.

Kameron crooked her finger at me and walked outside.

Gemma, Tamara, Sophie and Gabrielle stood against the wall. The upstairs tenants were in various states of undress: Gemma had on a bra with no bottoms, Tamara was in a see-through babydoll nightie and a thong, Sophie was completely naked, and Gabrielle wore only panties.

Having had sex with the other three girls already, Gabrielle was of immediate interest. As a member of the university volleyball team, Gabrielle had both the height and thickness of an athlete. I stood in openmouthed awe at her body. Jesus, those legs went on for miles! And that ass in profile was heavenly!

"Oh, goody!" Elizabeth said. She reached into my underwear, pulled my hard cock out, and put a jar in front of the head. Elizabeth stroked my cock for a couple of minutes, which was enough for me to shoot into the jar. With Gabrielle inspiring me, I half-filled the damn thing.

All the women on the patio took deep breaths!

I walked around Elizabeth and leaned against the patio railing. "What's the jar for?"

Elizabeth screwed the top on the jar before replying. "It's for the girls at work."

"I don't understand," I said.

"They need their daily fix," she told me, putting the jar in her purse.

"I've only had sex with four of them," I said.

Elizabeth sighed and pulled the jar back out. Making a face at me, she unscrewed the top and dipped a finger inside.

"Open up," Elizabeth said to Gabrielle.

When the volleyball player complied, Elizabeth put the cum laced finger on Gabrielle's tongue. The effect on her put me back on the edge of an orgasm. Gabrielle's knees visibly weakened! She reached up and grabbed Elizabeth's wrist. I watched as Gabrielle licked Elizabeth's finger clean, looking like she orgasmed the entire time.

Elizabeth turned to me. "What I really mean is that the women at work need to be motivated to try a lot harder to get you into their pants."

I waited for Gabrielle to get a better handle on herself. Looking at Kameron, I raised my eyebrows.

"I wanted to meet them," Kameron told me. "I'm really getting to like this whole you with other women thing. I know it's your power and that it's weird, but I can't even make myself want you to stop."

"You wanted to meet them?" I did NOT want Kameron going down the road of wanting me to stop. She ate my cum out of Elizabeth's pussy!

"I needed to be sure they understand who your girlfriends are," she told me.

The girls nodded.

"And what their responsibilities entail," Kameron said with a smile. "For instance, today..."

"I was planning to spend the day on the couch," I told her.

"And the girls' hands, mouths, pussies, and asses are available to keep you relaxed," Kameron said while looking at the girls. "Available isn't the right word! I expect the ladies to actively work their hands, mouths, pussies, and asses on your dick to make sure you aren't stressed by horniness."

I winced, trying to find a way to say what I needed in a non-offensive fashion.

Kameron put her hand on my chest to stop me. "My love, they don't have to talk!"

I stared into her eyes.

She put her finger on my lips. "See ... you don't have to tell me how happy you are that I'm your girlfriend. The look says it all!"

"Excuse me," Gabrielle said.

Kameron turned and nodded to her.

"We have a volleyball tournament this weekend," Gabrielle said to Kameron. "I read that a Positive can..."

"Properly motivate athletes?" Elizabeth smiled slyly. "It's true, dear! Sex and competitive drive are quite connected."

"So he can help us," Gabrielle said. "We don't win a lot."

"A weekend tournament on campus," Elizabeth said thoughtfully. "How many schools?"

"Six," Gabrielle replied.

"Since Michael will be busy this weekend," Elizabeth said to Kameron. "You and I can move into the condo and help Ana finish moving too."

Kameron nodded before smiling at Gabrielle. "I don't decide what Michael does or who he does. If you want him to help you win the tournament, you need to motivate him to get on board with your plan. He does seem to like you!"

"Get your team to help," Elizabeth suggested.

"All of them are better looking than me," Gabrielle said to me in a hopeful tone of voice.

"Not fucking possible!" I replied.

"Yeap!" Elizabeth said to Kameron. They were staring down at Gabrielle. The volleyball player had collapsed from the power of her orgasm.

"He can make us cum with words?" Kameron asked Elizabeth. "What the fuck!"

"It's not just words," Elizabeth said.

"The semen," Kameron said, clapping her hands together in relief.

"It will get that bad though," Elizabeth warned. "He's the strongest Pheromonic I've met. He can do it with his power! A word or a gesture isn't a challenge for him."

Kameron nodded before leaning into my chest. She stared into my eyes as she came in for a kiss.

"Have fun with your harem girls," she whispered against my lips. It took until they had driven away for her words to register.

Harem girls!

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The silence thing didn't work.

I'd always been a loner, so it was odd how fast I got used to the constant presence of women. I liked having them talk around me; I didn't join in the conversation but the noise backdrop of women gossiping had quickly become comforting. And with my abilities, having women around meant having sex!

Prior to realizing I was a Positive, Sanity Days meant sitting in front of the couch and watching movies. No phones! No email! No people! The effect my powers had on my libido killed the no people part for me. I wanted girl-people around because 'sanity' was now defined as 'fucking a lot'.

Tamara had a morning class so she got first dibs. She didn't bother taking off the nightie or thong. On her back, she hiked her legs up. I pushed the cloth covering her pussy aside and drilled into her.

I really needed to take more time with Tamara. Slim and blonde deserved some appreciation!

Sophie and I already traveled around the sexual world at the sorority orgy. We were seasoned pros as we fucked through our paces. She licked Tamara's pleasure from my cock until I came. She mounted me and let me play with her large breasts while she rode me slowly. Finally, she lay on her stomach so I could fuck her ass hard!

Gemma wanted sex in the shower. To be honest, Gemma was the least attractive of the girls. Sophie and Tamara were blondes with blue eyes. Gabrielle was the brick in the shithouse! The thing was that none of those three girls had Gemma's ... The girl banged!

Then I got to Gabrielle; tall, thick, gorgeous, and naked on my bed. It took me a few minutes to figure out where to start; the girl's fucking toes were cute! Finally, I settled for what I really wanted. I poured massage oil on her ass and spent the next half-hour becoming intimate friends with it.

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"Feeling relaxed?" Ana asked the next day.

I plugged my laptop in before nodding.

"Good," She said with a smile. "Documentation."

"Bitch!"

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Documentation sucks!

It's unanimous.

Developers think documentation sucks because they wrote the code--it's like an author writing the Cliff Notes to his own novel.

Administrators think documentation sucks because we had to figure it the fuck out--why can't you?

Technical writers think documentation sucks because they have to talk to developers and administrators to figure out what to write.

The audience (users) think documentation sucks because what they really need is someone to tell them or show them EXACTLY what they need to know.

Documentation sucks!

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"Doesn't the volleyball tournament start soon?" Ana asked at three pm on Friday.

I looked at my watch. It must have been a sad, pining look because Ana laughed.

"You've worked hard for the last two days," she said. "I'll clean up the documents. You can go inspire your team to victory."

"No!" I said. "I got it. You've been keeping me on point. No reason to waste the effort."

Ana had become the gatekeeper to the bed at the end of our row. She knew me well enough to pick up the new tells quickly. Whenever I started to lose focus, one of my lunch companions made an appearance for a break. Ana reserved one-on-one meetings with her for when I seemed really distracted. It meant I'd done a ton of work on writing up every undocumented procedure we could find mention of in our past emails.

"I'd like to leave early," Ana said hopefully.

Something in her voice caught my attention.

"We'll probably be doing more of this crap next week," I told her. "Let's grab a list of what we have and go over it in a conference room."

"Or we could ... not take a list into the conference room."

It was most the direct she'd been so far--I liked it!

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Humanity's lack of sex drive made sports boring. Very few athletes had a killer instinct anymore.

On my Sanity Day, Gabrielle convinced me to take in her team's practice. Needless to say, practice ended with a shower orgy. While Gabrielle exaggerated the number of women on her team who were more attractive than her, four of them actually cleared the bar set by my neighbor. In defense of Gabrielle, it should be noted that two of four were only more attractive in the nude. One because her body rippled with muscle but maintained an unquestionable level of femininity. The other due to the utter perfection of her body; tits, ass, legs, skin ... I made a concerted attempt to find an flaw in her body and failed. Prior to the orgy though, the coach commented on how much better practice went with my presence. The girls dug deeper and were more aggressive. It didn't take a lot to convince me to attend their Thursday practice--another invite to viewing them in the showers did it.

On Friday, I was only in the building for a few seconds before Gabrielle whisked me to the locker room. The girls sat me on a bench and surrounded me.

"Here's what we think," Gabrielle told me. "I get you off with my hands. Elizabeth told me a taste was enough to get us going. The most valuable player gets your cock however you want to give it to her after each match. If we win, you reward us back at your place."

The girls nodded; the plan seemed solid to me so I agreed.

One unforeseen thing did crop up--I pretty much decided the tournament standings.

My team got dosed in the locker room before the tournament started. They wrecked the opposing team! A few times, I was sure my girls aimed at faces and heads with their kill shots. I felt bad for the other team. They also had this adorably, cute asian girl. As per the agreement, I gave Gabrielle, whose serves slaughtered, a load of semen to swallow and one to share with her teammates. After I finished with her, I left their locker room and ran into the asian girl. We somehow ended up in her locker room. Her team caught us ... and joined in. With a full dosing, the asian girl's team did quite well in their second match. During my team's second game, I found a blonde on the other team very attractive. Rinse and repeat the sexual action in the losing team's locker room!

By the second day, all the girls were on equal footing, but it was too late since the earlier a team got dosed the more games they'd won.

The finals were between Gabrielle's team and the asian girl's team. They even agreed to delay the game to allow me to dose both teams at the same time so neither would have an advantage. The only thing better than a naked women's volleyball team in the shower is TWO naked women's volleyball teams in the shower.

Gabrielle team won in a squeaker. The winners were gracious, inviting all the teams back to my house for a party. I didn't think it was possible to top the sorority weekend. It was! We did!

Sophie, Tamara, and Gemma had friends over. Everyone joined the party!

Or at least, I thought everyone 'joined' the party.

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The knock woke me up Monday morning. I stared up at the ceiling before rolling over to look at my clock. I figured it was probably Kameron and Elizabeth so I didn't bother dressing before answering the door.

A man in a suit stood outside my door; two uniformed cops flanked him.

"Michael Jones?" the guy in the suit asked.

I nodded.

"You are under arrest for assault, unlawful detention, kidnapping, and rape."



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Chapter 10


I sat quietly.

My lawyer wrote in his legal pad; he looked up at the ceiling every few seconds. We hadn't said much to each other throughout the trial

The prosecution's case was simple, boiling down the situation as 'willing during the sex act didn't mean willing'. My lawyer hammered away at the prosecution's witness, making sure the jury understood the girl had come to my house knowing what could happen. In fact, I was on trial because she EXPECTED it to happen.

Sophie invited one of her sorority's pledges back to the house. When the volleyball teams and I partied, the girl was swept up in it.

She had been a virgin. As a member of one of the Armageddon cults, she did not wish to have sex. Her preacher testified that his church believed God had judged and condemned humanity. His flock thought the path to their souls' eternal salvation was to accept God's judgment and for the human race to die while asking forgiveness of the deity we must have gravely offended.

Kameron, Elizabeth, and Angela walked into the small ready room. Through the open door, I caught a glimpse of my upstairs neighbors.

"The fucking bitch!" Angela exclaimed. "The fucking idiot preacher and the bitch are giving interviews! And those assholes are buying it! She went to your house knowing you were Positive. She admitted on the stand that she went there basically hoping you would..."

"Rape her," I said softly.

"It isn't rape if she wanted you to do it!" Angela said angrily.

"The line is a fine one," the lawyer said without looking up. "Even a yes at the beginning doesn't imply permission for everything that might happen after giving her consent. The prosecution is arguing she never gave consent to the sex act, regardless of why she entered your home."

"It's entrapment or something, isn't it?" Angela asked him. "She definitely said 'Fuck me!' after Michael dosed her."

"Date rape drugs are still in the books as controlled substances," the lawyer replied. "If you gave a woman one of those drugs, she could not legally give consent. It is still murder even if you're stupid enough to go walking through the wrong side of town with hundred dollar bills falling out of your pocket."

"You're not helping!" Angela groused. "Are you on their side?"

The lawyer looked at me. "I don't think we're going to win. The judge is obviously prejudiced against the Institute. He didn't give us much leeway to strike people during jury selection. They are definitely not on our side!"

"I've had enough of this crap, Michael," Kameron said. Her eyes bored into me. "I understand my duty. You're a soldier."

Elizabeth's eyebrow went up. The lawyer put down his pen. Angela walked around the table to look at Kameron's face.

Kameron wore a shiny, black raincoat. Her boots were patent leather. Kameron's hair was in a severe ponytail. She stood beside my chair and leaned against the table. She put a foot on my thigh. The coat split open to reveal a nice expanse of leg.

"I accept the women," Kameron told me. "I accept that you serve a true purpose so I can't be your highest priority."

Kameron leaned down.

"Let me tell you what isn't up for negotiation," Kameron's voice hardened. "I am going to get the wedding of my little girl dreams. I am going to get the house with the white picket fence. Our house is going to be filled with children's laughter: my children, Elizabeth's children, and the rest of your children. You are going to give me the normal life nobody gets anymore!"

"His 'other' children don't fall into a normal life scenario," Angela said.

Kameron turned to stare at her.

"I've always been a bit of a prude," Angela said quickly.

Kameron looked at me again. "Michael ... you going to jail is not acceptable. Fix this shit!"

Kameron opened the belt of her coat and pulled it open. She was naked underneath the coat. She knelt between my legs. Working my belt efficiently, Kameron had my cock out in seconds. She stared up at me as her hands jacked my dick. Kameron held the eye contact as she opened her mouth and took the head of my dick in.

Kameron sealed her lips below the crown of my cock. She sucked hard on me! Her left hand cupped my testicles. Kameron's right hand jacked my dick faster. My dick thickened! Kameron pulled me out of her mouth and aimed my cock at her chest. I emptied my balls onto Kameron's skin. My cum flowed between her breast, down her stomach, and to her pubic hair.

Elizabeth took Kameron's place between my knees. She had an open jar in her hands.

"We're going to need a few of these," Elizabeth said before kissing a line up my cock.

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The preacher was smiling at me. The girl sat next to him; she had the fucking sack to smile at me too.

"The video tapes did the most damage," the lawyer whispered to me.

The prosecution had admitted footage of the Orphan Raids as evidence of my 'violent nature'. Someone in the military had leaked details of my actions during the missions. The crucifixions were described to the jury in vivid details.

"You have to be fantastic on the stand," he said. "We need to make this about the Event and not about the rape."

I frowned and turned to stare at him. "What?"

"This isn't about the rape," he told me. "That's all bullshit! The girl knew you were a Positive. She went to your house wanting you to dose her. She knew what the effect would be!"

"You're the one who said that shit in the room about the rape drugs."

"If those drugs were the only thing between us and extinction, there would be a referendum to make them legal!" he said. "This isn't about the rape to the prosecution or the judge or the jury or the media. It's about the fact that we're fucked. We need you but most people don't want to accept it!"

I looked at the table.

"I raped her," I told him.

"Maybe before the Event," he said. "Today, this isn't about what you did to her. They want to take control of Positives and the Institute! The preacher wants it so he can make us all lie down and die. For others ... you have power and they want it."

I turned to look at the preacher again. He was still smiling at me!

"If you walk through the line of fire, it's not murder," I said.

"What?"

"In a combat zone, if you take a stroll through the middle of a firefight, it's not murder," I said. "It's suicide!"

"I don't understand," he told me.

"It's not over," I told him. "I'm still fighting the war I signed up for in that room with the President. We haven't won!"

He sat back and smiled.

" ... against all enemies, foreign and domestic," I said to myself. "That I will bear true faith and allegiance..."

The truth is I raped the girl. The truth is she willingly walked into the line of fire. The truth is a soldier dies a soldier.

I smiled at the preacher. I winked at the girl. They looked at each other nervously. I turned all the way around and nodded to Kameron.

"Rise," the bailiff said. "The Honorable Judge..."

I put my feet up on the table. The judge and bailiff froze.

"Young man," the judge said, standing behind his chair. "You're showing me a great deal of contempt."

"I've bled for my country," I told him. "Have you?"

"I serve this great nation every day!" he said. "If you dare..."

"Shut the fuck up!" I said.

I shook my head as his mouth closed. How could they not take ANY precautions against my power?

"You're right," I told the judge. "You served our country. I'll be gentle with you. The thing is--there isn't going to be a 'great nation' for much longer. Not without people like me!"

"God has judged us!" the preacher screamed, standing up to give me his best fire and brimstone look.

"I judge you," I replied. "You won't be having children on my watch."

His head went back.

"You think I don't see it?" I asked him. "You've been in this room with me enough times for my power to touch you. Tell me, preacher, are you pissed that I fucked her or that I fucked her first?"

"How dare you!" The preacher would have continued if Kameron had not stood up.

She walked to the middle of the aisle and dropped her coat. The people around her reacted as a wave of my pheromones rippled outwards from the dried semen on her skin. My four neighbors stood up from the row behind me. They drew water guns out of bags, took aim at Kameron, and pulled the triggers. The water bounced off Kameron in a fine mist. Angela and Elizabeth walked out of the courtroom holding what looked like water balloons.

I held my handcuffed hands out to the bailiff. He walked to me and undid the cuffs.

"The blonde in the jury box is yours," I told him.

I ripped my shirt open and undid my pants. Tossing my clothes to the side, I turned on my accuser. The preacher lay on the ground in the aisle. Samantha smiled at me from the courtroom door; she showed me the Taser gun in her hand. The way the cop standing next to her was looking at Samantha left no doubts where she'd gotten the stun gun.

The girl who accused me walked into the aisle. I raised my hand, my dick pointed at her.

"Come," I told her. "To be honest, I don't remember much about you. Six women's collegiate volleyball teams! I hope you don't blame me for the oversight. I promise that you have my full attention now."

The girl whimpered. Her hands went behind her body. The dress she wore loosed and slipped to the ground. She wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Naughty! Naughty!" I said, studying her naked body. "You got me again, didn't you? You came here hoping I'd do you."

The girl took my hand.

"Please!" she whispered.

"What?" I asked.

"Fuck me! Please, fuck me!"

I grabbed her by the waist and lifted her onto the prosecution's table. Looking around, I smiled at everyone in the room.

"Time to fuck, people!" I yelled at them. "Everybody fucks everybody! Guys don't be shy, I know you've had those thoughts about being with other men!"

I turned back to the girl. Her legs were spread; she held the inside of her thighs. I enjoyed the sublime expression of pleasure on her face as I slowly penetrated the girl with my cock. Grabbing her by the waist, I pulled her towards me and hammered my hips forward. She screamed, let go of her legs, arched her back, and screamed again.

I really didn't remember her from the party, but I made sure I would remember her for the rest of my life and not as my accuser either.

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Later, I got to see all the action for myself. The courthouse had cameras in every room.

Angela and Elizabeth mixed my semen with water. They used water balloons as a delivery device. They walked into the middle of every courtroom and burst the balloons against the ceilings.

With my attention focused solely on the girl, the orgy was fairly tame. Most of the participants passed out within two hours. I fucked the girl for four hours straight.

By the time I called it quits on the girl, the National Guard had surrounded the building. Unfortunately for them, Angela and Elizabeth kept themselves busy during the orgy by collecting my semen from the girl's orifices. The National Guard had guns; the girls had pheromone-loaded water balloons.

The girls won by a fuck-slide.

Obviously, such bravery needed to be rewarded...

"Put them down," someone said from the courtroom door. I was enjoying a two-way blowjob from Elizabeth and Kameron so I didn't appreciate the interruption.

I looked up to see Elaine and a little boy. A sound like I'd never heard before hit me, except it was inside my head! Elizabeth and Kameron collapsed. The boy seemed shocked when I pushed away from the desk and took a step towards them.

"You won't take down a Positive with a generalized Scream," Elaine told the boy. "Focus on him."

I reached out to them. "Stop!"

The boy screamed in my head again. I backed away mentally. Something inside me crawled out--the animal brain. I raised my arms over my head and reached for them again.

"Pheromonics are the worst," Elaine told the boy. I could swear a slight glow surrounded her! "If they've got someone solidly in the grip of their power, you won't break their hold. Don't bother with commands, Santos, just hit them as hard as you can and put them to sleep!"

"He's resisting," the boy said. He leaned towards me.

"Like this," Elaine replied.

Blackness drowned me.



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Epilogue


I was back in the ready room where the lawyer and I met everyday during the trial. No light came in through the window so I guessed it was nighttime. The door opened and a man walked in. I recognized him--The Director of The Department of Procreation. He sat across from me.

"I prefer the Institute," he told me.

"You're not..." I said.

"No, Elaine likes to pass what people are thinking to me, especially when they are thinking about me." He looked at the door. "Even when it's not necessary!"

"Sir, I'd like to apologize for what happened," I said.

"Please," he said with a dismissive wave. "It went according to plan."

"With no disrespect, sir," I said. "I took over a courthouse."

"Like I expected you to," he replied.

"I don't understand."

"I've been waiting a few months for someone like you, Michael," he said. "I was beginning to think I would have to fabricate the incident."

I sat back. "The rape?"

"It didn't matter what incited the attempt to control a Positive," he said. "I needed a clear illustration of what would happen."

"Control," I said with a nod. "It's an interesting word for imprison."

"In this case, it's the same thing," he told me. "I'm guessing you had a few government-sponsored visitors. Influential people who want to pass on their genes."

"You wanted to show them only you can 'control' us."

"I don't have the illusion of control," he replied. "Only you can control yourself!"

"I think the boy and Eleanor did a good job."

"Telepathics can serve as limitations," he said. "There are always limits, Michael. In this case, the limit is rather simple--serve humanity with your power and you will be rewarded with many liberties."

"And if I don't, Telepathics will limit me?"

"They'll kill you." The smile didn't reach his eyes. "Not you, of course! You're a good soldier, Michael. It took you all of one weekend to earn your first monthly baby bonus."

"You wanted to send a message to the Positives who haven't come into the fold," I said. "Join or die!"

"We're not to that point yet," he replied. "There are going to be a lot of indiscretions with this generation of Positives. No socialization! Hopefully by the time the next crop is ready, I'll have something in place. Only a small part of the message was for Positives."

"Then?"

"Certain people in the government need to understand that they can't stop you. I've been trying to beat that point into some very hard heads for over three years now!" he said. "If they can't stop you, they'll never control you. You have a physical element to your power, and it would only take a minor mistake for you to escape. Of course, it might not even take a mistake if we consider your female friends."

"They were very effective."

"The water balloons were my favorite part," he said smiling. "Elizabeth is something special; you're a very lucky man. I'm going to try to replicate that luck elsewhere."

I nodded. "So..."

"The choices are simple," he said. "Humans can go war against your kind. Maybe we'll win! For sure, we'll make ourselves extinct though. I shudder to think the damage Elaine and Santos would do in a real fight. There's another Telepathic, Simon, he took over a county without really intending it. He was just trying to get through his day."

"And if they don't declare war on us?"

"We can work together," he said. "But working together means compromises."

"The Institute," I said. "Both sides have to accept its authority."

"It's sole authority over Positives."

I nodded.

"A few other things obviously," he said. "I can't have a Positive accused of rape when he's doing his duty."

"I..."

"Raped the girl," he finished for me. "By this time next month, nothing resulting from the use of your power will be illegal. The Institute will decide when you've crossed the line. This isn't going to be a line! There is no sex without a Positive. We cannot consent because we cannot decide to do it for ourselves. We're empty; you are life! The girl was blind, so how exactly is it that she could decide the light is evil?"

I watched him as he got up. The Director stopped at the door. He turned his head back to meet my eyes.

"It's hard for me too, Michael," he told me. "You're right to feel guilty but carry this burden as quietly as you do the others. We're trying to save ourselves. If that's what it takes, I'll hold the next one down for you. I'm sure if I had to send you out there again, you wouldn't hesitate to put a few more men up on crosses."

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The Director got it wrong--it took three months to make everything legal.

A Constitutional Amendment.

The battle would have been fiercer except the other side didn't fight as passionately. They wanted to lie down and die; we wanted to stand up and live.

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I sat in the cafeteria.

They released me on a Thursday afternoon. Elizabeth called me to say she expected me at work the next day. Nobody had come to my desk to congratulate me on being released. Ana said 'hello' and rushed off to meetings.

I thought maybe six months in jail had been too much. It might be better to find a new job somewhere else. Those security jobs were still out there. From the documentation Ana sent me, it was obvious the company didn't need me. All my responsibilities had been handed off and Ana had the Institute's environment well in hand.

"How did you do it?" Ana asked me from the opposite end of the lunch table.

I had drifted off and not noticed the women push another table against mine. Elizabeth and Kameron sat closest to me. Angela and Lisa sat beside them. Some of the women from before were not at the table, but new faces had taken their place.

"Do what?" I asked Ana.

"I thought with the charges against you I'd have to pay the mortgage," Ana said. "I tried to get information from the Institute about making payments, but every month they told me you were current. Elizabeth let me see the balance too. You paid half the house off already."

"Half the condo too," Kameron said curiously.

I looked at Elizabeth.

"I'm not a Positive, Michael," Elizabeth said. "The Institute said you were making your quota, but they didn't answer any other questions."

"You didn't call Elaine?" I asked.

"Not a fucking chance," Elizabeth said. "She scares me the shit out of me!"

I tilted my head.

"It's completely different if you're there," Elizabeth said. "I'm your girlfriend, so she isn't going to unscrew my head from the rest of my body. These last six months ... No! I'm not asking her anything that I don't know she wants me to ask."

"So how did you meet your quota?" Ana asked.

All the women at the table were looking at me.

"I'll tell you a secret," Kameron offered. "About THAT girl!"

"I don't want to hear about her," I said. "It's over."

"No, it's not," Kameron replied. "If you had an orgy with your upstairs neighbors, I might have believe it. If you had fucked Angela and Lisa this morning like you did that one time, I might have believed it. There isn't a wet pair of panties at this table so I'm not buying it."

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

"There wasn't a wet pair of panties!" Kameron said suddenly. She was looking at the woman sitting to Ana's left. The woman looked a breath away from jumping the distance to me.

I had been trying to control my pheromones!

"The guards," I told Ana.

"What?" she asked.

"The guards at the prison had a little side business," I said. "Like the sorority with the orgy!"

"Are you serious?" Elizabeth asked with a laugh.

"They rented out the cells near me to couples who wanted to have a child," I said.

"Michael," Angela said. "It's a jail!"

"There were ... other concerns that are Institute business. The warden had made a deal for temporary housing of the other prisoners," I replied. "I hear the whole thing was rather lucrative for the guards."

"You got a cut, right?" Elizabeth asked.

I smiled--leave it to Elizabeth.

"I made them a deal of my own," I said.

"Single women want babies too," Lisa said. "And some of us just want to have a little fun!"

The women's heads rotated towards Lisa.

"You..." Kameron was at a total loss for words. Elizabeth settled for looking REALLY pissed.

Lisa smiled like the cat that ate ALL the canaries in the pet store.

"I was a little disappointed that nobody else thought to visit me," I said. Possibly, it wasn't the best thing I could have said at the moment!

"What's the secret?" Ana shouted before the table could explode. "Kameron! What's the secret?"

"It isn't actually a secret," Kameron told me. "The girl shot her preacher."

"Say what?" I sat up.

The other women looked up and away from me. They were trying to hold in laughter.

"He was trying to get her to abort the baby," Kameron said.

"What baby?" I asked.

Kameron raised an eyebrow at me and smirked.

"Oh!"

"She's living with her grandparents," Kameron told me.

I sat back.

"Michael," Ana said. "There's no reason for you to save up. We can try and try."

My head was still on my accuser carrying my child and seemingly being okay with it!

"What?" I asked Ana.

"Not having sex with anyone last night or today," Ana said. "Don't worry about saving up your sperm. I did a lot of reading and a Positive's sperm count doesn't go down from sex. Enjoy yourself!"

"I don't understand."

"We can finish lunch at my place," Ana said. "You're going to get me pregnant, remember?"

I stared at her.

"The Institute environment is up for phase one," Ana said.

Elizabeth nodded.

"I also have ten candidates for you to interview," Ana told me. "It was a lot easier than I thought to find people after Kameron said they had to be hot women."

I pressed my lips together.

"Michael," Ana said in a very calm tone of voice. "You told me that if the environment got brought up on schedule and we'd hired the rest of the team, you'd give me a baby. All ten of the ladies are very qualified so I think we can start trying today."

I looked around the table.

"Lots of wet panties now," Kameron said, shifting in her seat restlessly.

"I think you should all form a line," I said loudly. "Ana, you're first!"

They smiled at me.


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