Eve Sky
Chapter 1 - "It was supposed to be a normal work day!" (groans)
'Twas the aftermath of the Eugenesis Period
People became perfect, and all was good
But Goddess Nature frowned on humankind's arrogance
And dealt to them a crippling pestilence.
The Men had suffered greatly
Their numbers reduced severely
With no seed to accept
The Women's wombs wept.
We spiral to extinction maybe
Perhaps it is overdue destiny
Of the destruction we have inflicted
On others and ourselves conflicted.
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The tomboyish Jerri (Germaine Adams as it said on her expired driver's license) stood inside her low-rent apartment in the foyer before the front door raring to go. Today will be the day! she thought enthusiastically.
Finally after much jogging in place, she cracked open the door and saw two wrinkled eyes glaring at her. Frightened, she closed the door. Mission failed.
"I know you're in there Germaine!" yelled an old and wrinkly voice. "You can't run away from me!"
Of course Jerri wasn't running away. She was quietly tiptoeing to the living room.
"Your rent is four days overdue!"
"Misses Duster," spoke Jerri, almost childishly.
"That's Miss Dustins to you! Get it right!"
Jerri finally reached the couch and proceeded to unlatch and unlock the window.
"Look, I'm sorry," said Jerri, as she slowly slid the window open. "This time I promise to give it to you tomorrow."
"Forget it! I'm calling the police!"
"Oh, please Miss Dust--ins... Anything but that! If I don't get the rent to you--plus the late fees--I'll do anything for you!"
There was silence.
"Anything?" asked Miss Dustins.
Ugh, anything but that.
"Of course," Jerri smiled uneasily as she lifted her left leg over the ledge. "Anything. Almost anything."
"Well, it has been a while..."
Like forever you old bitch.
"Okay then," said Miss Dustins. "Come on out and we can work something out."
"That's going to be a problem," said Jerri.
"Why is that?"
There was a crash.
Outside Jerri had landed luckily on a trash dumpster and disturbed a homeless woman who was searching through it. It also disturbed the other neighbors of the same two-story apartment, some of who were in the middle of some hard sex. Female faces stuck their heads out of their windows and when they saw Jerri, they knew she was in trouble once again.
Jerri leapt out and ran round the corner towards the front.
"Germaine!"
Jerri looked up and saw outside of her own apartment on the second floor the long gray-haired and thin Miss Dustins leaning angrily on the rusty and metal railings. She was probably around fifty, but years of stress and smoking aged her badly. Her clothed figure was still amiable, but that was her only good trait. Her naked was revolting.
"That's it!" screamed Miss Dustins. "I'm kicking you out now!"
"I'll be back with your money Misses Duster!" Jerri yelled.
"That's Miss Dustins! And I'll be changing the locks before you get back!"
"Ah, but that will take time, and you really don't want to trust some shady laborer to change it while you're at bingo, would you?"
Jerri was right, and it showed on Miss Dustins twitching eyebrow. If there was one weakness in the skinny middle-aged woman, it was bingo--the gambling version. She could not be late for that.
"You'd better have it tomorrow then," growled Miss Dustins.
"Thanks a lot!"
Jerri ran off jogging. She wasn't that late to her job as the sun went down. It was a long way to the local red light district, but she never get tired although her stomach growled. Due to budget constrains, she was forced to eat only two meals a day. There was a good reason why she didn't have any money on her person.
As got closer to her workplace, she passed by pedestrian crowds, most of whom were clients walking and talking with some of Jerri's acquaintances. The other female workers smiled, waved, and said hello to her as she passed by.
"Old woman Duster giving you hard time?" said one.
"As always," said Jerri.
"You're not going to skip the city are you?" another asked. "A lot of people are going to miss if you do."
"That may be the case if I don't make a lot of money right now."
"Why can't you just suck it up and do McAllister again?"
"Don't worry! I'm sure I'll make some money off someone else."
Jerri finally reached the neon-glitz of the red light district, also known as Crowe Street. It was infested by all kinds of prostitutes and escort gals of every socially conceivable fetish. There were the fishnet stocking sluts. There were the over-twenty "schoolgirls". There were nuns. There were bondage babes. There were salary girls. There were cosplayers. Then there were the tomboys, which Jerri fit under.
"Have they made their rounds yet?" Jerri asked the angelically dressed girl known as Angel.
"Not yet Jerri," said Angel.
"Oh good. How do I look?"
"Like a tomboy back from a fight."
"Excellent."
After catching her breath, Jerri stood tall and erect. Using a store window as a mirror, she fixed her short nutmeg-brown hair, her brown jacket, and her relaxed jeans. She was a bit dirty, but it wasn't noticeable. Then she realized that she almost forgot to expose her midriff, but she wondered if today would be the day. That could make her look feminine if she did, so she decided to leave her smooth belly unexposed. Jerri looked plain, but it really didn't matter to her and her clients. Her reputation as "Lady Ejaculate" had spread rapidly through word of mouth, so she was quite sought-after by those who loved to be bathed and even ingest her cum. Unfortunately, the ruling McAllister Syndicate had explicitly prohibited her from doing business.
Thus, she loitered with the other girls searching out and thinking about how to have sex with each client that passed by either on foot or on car. Usually the rich ones were in cars, and they were protected by two or more Amazons--sterile women who were, on their choices alone, both genetically and steroidally enhanced as muscle to fulfill many labor roles that were once traditionally held by men. Jerri didn't particularly like Amazons on the account that they were being rough.
There was an unwritten rule for all prostitutes and escorts that they should not sell their services to each other, and the reason being that it creates a non-productive economy. But it was done anyway, despite the religions and governments frowning on the rampant lesbianism gripping the world. So it would be no surprise that a prospective client passing by them in expensive sedans happen to be high-class prostitutes and escorts looking for fun and possibly an "apprentice". On the extremely rare occasion, a man, disguised as a woman for security reasons, would arrive. Either way, it didn't matter which gender they performed their services towards. So far, the worker girls of Crowe Street had served nothing but women.
Jerri wouldn't mind if he performed her service on a man, but that man would probably have a fetish for young boys. Thus, she might be forced to wear a strap-on dildo and penetrate him through the anus. If she did a man, she would be world famous, and, if she was lucky, pregnant with a boy. If that were to happen, she would be well protected by the elite and live a high life with no worries of money and the old Miss Dustin.
Alas, it was just an extremely distant pipe dream. Unfortunately, the males species have experienced a sharp decline in an undefined number of years. Perhaps it was ten, a hundred, or even one hundred thousand. The governments of the world were quite mum on what could have caused it.
Of course, such histories were already public. As Jerri had heard from a brainy client (or was it a poem?), it seemed that a long time ago eugenesis were widely practiced. People became free from disease and other birth defects, and as an added bonus became almost universally beautiful. Then something happened afterwards. An ancient disease that had mutated wiped out a great majority of the world's eugenicized population, for they had no immunity. To further their dismay, they discovered most the males' Y-chromosome were so severely damaged that very few boys could be produced.
Though the disease had subsided, humans could not recover fully to the Y-chromosome. Despite all the best efforts, the damage could not be reversed nor could they produce working clones. Synthetic Y-chromosomes were used, but the child born from that were either stillborn or born with severe birth defects.
As the population dropped dramatically, the world's governments were forced to take action. All fertile males were now under special protection under a network of matriarchal elites. Though treating them inhumanely like cattle was illegal, in reality they were traded and bargained as virtual slaves owned by powerful women. They were labeled as Princes, though they were colloquially called Princess due to their status in society. Despite their lush lifestyle, males were under constant threat of kidnapping by rival groups wanting their precious sperm, if they were feasibly fertile. If not, they were kept around anyway as living bait.
Even if the sperm was potent, it did not guarantee the birth of males. The unfortunate crisis was that more and more females were being born either through in-vitro fertilization or traditional mating, the former of which were being done on a worldwide scale. However, male sperm was an expensive commodity. Sperm with an X-chromosome fetches a very disproportionately low value compared Y-chromosomes. Even if one could afford a Y-chromosome vat, it did not guarantee fertilization. In fact, there was absolutely no guarantee at all. It just seemed to get worse and worse.
If a girl was born through traditional mating, almost always the she was shunned and cast out of an elite matriarchal family. There were an entire population of "trash girls" who were sent to the streets unable to become part of their family. Often, they fell into a life of crime or committed suicide.
Jerri might have been one of the those Trash Girls, but there was no way of her knowing that she was born from an elite family. She was a rambunctious girl raised in a decrepit orphanage until she was literally sold off to a perverted old woman and her Amazon partner. She ran away and lived on the streets. She had been doing her job as both a prostitute and escort ever since she was thirteen.
Despite her hard life, she had a lot of pride and independence. Of all things, Jerri wanted to be free and not be owned by anyone or anything. Her spirit was what got her trouble at many places all over the world. Now she was in Marietta Metropolis trying to survive until the next day.
She was feeling uneasy. Although she blended in, her face was remembered by all of Randy McAllister's goons, which included almost all of the ward's police. It had been fifteen minutes, and she hadn't been spotted, which was good. Perhaps in the next minute a rich female client will pull up in her limo and solicit her service.
It so happened, a limo pulled up--a white one. The rear window rolled down, and an effeminate white hand gestured.
Angel pointed to herself, but the hand waved, implying that she didn't want her. Then Jerri pointed to herself. The hand gave her a thumbs up.
Jerri cautiously approached the limo, hoping that it wasn't sting set up McAllister. Luckily, it wasn't. Instead of a bratty eighteen-year-old, there was someone else.
"Are you the one they call Lady Ejaculate?" asked the girl.
"That's me," Jerri smiled as she brushed her hair back with her switchblade comb.
"I can't believe I almost missed you! I was about to call it quits after one round the block, but I decided to do another one."
"I almost missed you too," Jerri lied. "I caught the flicker of your beauty behind those tinted windows."
The girl giggled. She was quite young and a little bit chubby, but Jerri could not be picky. For all she knew, sex with her would be electric. She was rich to boot.
"I fell in love with you when I saw you," said the rich girl.
"I get that a lot," said Jerri. "But I'm not one for long-term relationships. You have to understand that."
"I do."
"You seem young. How old are you?"
"Thirteen."
Shit! Jerri thought. Jailbait! Wait, I just did a twelve year-old last week I think...
"You look mature for your age," smiled Jerri.
"Why thank you."
"So have you had sex before?"
"With my mom--first time ever."
What the fuck? Wait, that shouldn't surprise me after all the weird shit I put myself through.
"She did it so she can relieve my tension before my exams."
Jerri looked past the girl and saw an older woman winking back at her. Obviously, she too was "shopping". Obviously, Jerri might get a bonus payment after doing her. She might even end up in a threesome with her and her daughter for all she knew. Taboos aside, it was a perfect monetary opportunity.
Then suddenly, she heard sirens. She looked past the rear of the limo and saw a sinister police car wedging through the crowds and cars. Already the girls who were trespassing on McAllister's turf were fleeing in great fear.
"Jerri!" cried Angel. "You have to go!"
"Right!"
Jerri sprang off, but was pulled back the girl in the limo.
"Please don't go!" she cried. "I'll protect you! Forever!"
Jerri tenderly releases the girl's grip off her hands.
"I told you before," smiled Jerri. "I'm not one for long-term relationships."
Jerri waved goodbye to her and Angel as she ran into an alleyway. Already, she was running alongside other workers who were from either from rival syndicates, pimps, or on their own. As she reached a street, four police cars screeched before them, and out came the normal-sized female officers and their Amazon partners. Some prostitutes were caught and beaten down, but Jerri and a few others managed to escape.
Chased further still, they ran and then jumped into a ditch. There, they diverged themselves into three damp aqueducts. This was where it divided the experienced workers from the new ones. The new ones would take the center one, which led to a dead-end--and a trap. Jerri took the right one, which then led to pipe big enough to fit her. She crawled through the pipe and ended up another tunnel far from Crowe Street at another tunnel. From there she climbed up from another ditch, leapt over the wall, and landed on her feet to begin her leisurely pace as a pretend drifter with her hands in her pockets.
That didn't last long, for she saw a familiar black Euro-style sedan waiting up ahead at the bridge. Jerri turned around and saw another one following her close by. Eventually a black limo drove next to her, but Jerri kept on walking pretending that she didn't notice. The rear window of the limo rolled down.
"Get in," said a voice.
"You must be mistaken," said Jerri. "I'm not a servicer."
Just then, two hulking Amazons sprang from the two sedans and grabbed her. As the rear limo door opened, they threw her into back seat. The door closed, and Jerri rose to see what she really didn't want to see today.
She was eighteen, the same age as Jerri, but she looked a lot younger probably due to the pigtails. She was right between two buzz-cut Amazons in dark sunglasses. The girl bent over held Jerri's face with both her hands.
"Where have you been all this time?" she asked.
"Randy," said Jerri. "McAllister."
"Yes?"
"No."
"But I haven't even asked you."
"The answer is still no."
Randy lets go of Jerri's face and reclines back to her seat with a deep sigh.
"Why do you put yourself through this?" asked Randy. "If you could just be with me, you won't have to deal with all those fools and their fetishes."
Jerri sat up. "Ah, but that's the beauty of it," she said. "You get something new everyday."
"Don't you get tired of it? Don't you get hurt?"
"When job requires it, then yes."
"Jerri, I run this ward. My aunt runs this city. My grandmother runs the entire state. Do you think you can work without my family's permission?"
"I think so."
"Jerri, I love you. Why won't you marry me?"
"Let me think... it's 'cause you're nasty and mean, and lesbian marriages are 'illegal'."
"Not to you and me."
"I wasn't talking about me. It's the way you treat and demean your servants and workers. And what about the independent pimps and hookers you maim, torture, and kill off?"
"If you could just marry me, then I'll stop those things."
"How can I trust you? You're a pathological liar. I tell you that I don't want to get butt-fucked by you or your Amazons, and you tell me you promise it won't happen. Next day comes, I get tackled and the next thing I know my butt is bleeding."
"Sorry, I completely forgot."
"Okay, enough about that. There is one good reason that I don't want to marry you."
"And that is?"
"I just don't like you."
Randy became heartbroken, yet again, and selfish and sinister tears welled up in her evil eyes. She loved Jerri, and she didn't want anyone to touch her or even look at her. But to be turned down made her so angry that she kicked her Jerri's handsome face. Then she ordered her Amazons to throw her outside and beat her up. They continued until Randy calmed down and gestured them to stop. As much as she was angry, she truly did not want Jerri's beauty to be permanently scarred.
"I will have you Jerri," declared Randy. "Mark my words."
The Amazons returned to their cars. Randy rolled up her windows, and finally cars drove off.
Jerri was in pain, but she was still alive. No bones were broken, so far so good. Yet, she earned some scars on her face. Her nose and mouth were bleeding, and there was a possibility that one of her teeth been chipped. Her body was bruised, but her smile wasn't. Slowly she rose back to her feet, and slowly she hobbled her way out there.
After cleaning her face at a public water fountain, Jerri went wandering. Her destination was everywhere, yet nowhere. Though the city was quiet, it was definitely crowded. Fairly recently, Marietta had received an influx of citizens of two nearby cities due to a population reduction. Usually, that caused a lot of problems between migrants and the natives in regards to employment and forced residency. Jerri simply got used to the new faces, most of who were also prostitutes and escorts.
The police were everywhere and made doubly sure that she didn't solicit her service. It was useless to sell it to them no matter how great the temptation was on both parties. It was either a police car that followed her, a police bicyclist, a police on a robotic horse, or just on foot and on the beat. Despite her plain looks, she could not blend in and become lost in the crowds of many female faces.
As the night prolonged, the activity dwindled, and soon seedier types appeared, such as hustlers, drug dealers, and gang members--all female and intimidating. Jerri knew some of them, but there were still that were hostile towards her.
Jerri hung out at the somewhat chic main street watching working women of noble jobs hanging out and doing last minute shopping, sometimes with their young daughters or older mothers. A muscular female officer, who was not an Amazon, swung her baton at Jerri and the rest of the homeless loiterers to clear off.
She didn't know how long she wandered, or how often she had been doing this ever since there were increased police activity due to the McAllister Syndicate. Jerri was alone, and it was probably her destiny and her self-conscious choice. She didn't want to depend on anyone, and if she did, they would get hurt. Because of her handsome boyish looks, women fought and died over her. Perhaps she was a suitable substitute for a male sex partner due to her unusual reputation as Lady Ejaculate. It was either a "loaded" dildo or her vagina she used during paid intercourse. Despite all the one-time relationships she had, she never quite loved women.
She was now crossing a bridge overpass. Jerri looked around and saw that the streets were empty and no police were around. She looked over the concrete rail and saw rail tracks running underneath the bridge.
A girl committed suicide here, she thought, just yesterday. They already cleared up the chalk markings. Jerri climbed up and balanced herself on the railing. Looking down, she figured she would survive the fall, but would end up in a hospital for a while. She wondered if a train would come around this time. The thought of suicide did pass by her mind, but she was still reluctant. Jumping off and getting hit by a train was not the way she wanted to go. There were some things she wanted to do in her life, such as meet a man, and maybe fall in love.
"Help me!" screamed a feminine voice. Furthermore, she heard a struggle. A girl was being indecently handled by a gang of three, maybe that of the McAllister Syndicate.
Ignore it, thought Jerri as she continued to look down.
"I'm not a servicer!" the girl cried.
"But you're trespassing on our turf," said a brash woman. "And there is a fee for doing so. If you don't have enough money, then we have other ways."
"Please, no!"
"Damn it," said Jerri.
Jerri leapt off the railing and ran honing on the voices. She slid to a halt to an alleyway leading to a shopping street and saw a normal-sized female goon accompanied by two tall Amazons, one of which was holding at bay an innocent East Indian girl. The goon snatched her purse from her arm and began searching her body invasively.
"Hold it right there!" Jerri screamed.
Perhaps it was not a good idea to scream out her presence. In any case, she still had the advantageous jump on the gang. Jerri ran and jump-kicked the female goon. As she landed she ran back and elbowed the first Amazon before she could even move. With the two targets toppled over, the remaining Amazon clutched the Indian girl tighter and moved backward.
"Stay back or her neck gets snapped!" growled the Amazon.
Jerri chucked a rock to the Amazon's head she picked up during the attack. Then she ran and kicked right through the girl's legs and struck the Amazon's knee. She pulled the girl aside and the punched the Amazon hard in the gut. The Amazon clutched her stomach and fell to knees and then to her face.
"Thank you so much ma'am," said the girl.
"It's no problem," said Jerri. "You shouldn't be traveling alone."
"I'm sorry, but I got separated from my family."
If Jerri walked with her, the police will think she picked up a new client. Still, she could not leave her alone. Her eyes showed fear and distress.
"I'll help you find your family," said Jerri.
Her stomach growled yet again.
"Just ignore that."
It growled even louder. Jerri became dizzy and slumped onto the girl's shoulders.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"Need food," muttered Jerri.
The two then walked together at one of the shopping streets, although the Indian girl had to help Jerri retain her balance. Of course, Jerri could walk by herself, but the hunger now gave her a bad headache, and the fighting made it worse.
It was about closing time, and most the stores and diners were already closed. Women, mostly vagrants and groups of teenagers that might be part of gangs, still loitered, but were scolded off by the increasing police to vacate the premises and go home. Jerri knew that she was going to get caught as one of the police cars steadily approached her and the girl from behind. Her heart began beating nervously as the passenger window opened. A pony-tailed Amazon officer poked her head out and glared at the two.
"Not doing anything funny, are you?" she asked.
"My friend is just drunk, that's all," said the girl.
"Hey, she looks familiar..."
The Amazon was silenced by her normal-sized partner, the driver, who put her hand her shoulder and shook her head "no."
"Stay out of trouble you two," said the Amazon officer.
The window rolled up and the police car sped off to blaring its sirens to other loiterers. Again, Jerri's stomach growled.
"Hey, you could have asked the police to take you to your family," said Jerri.
"I can't leave you looking like this," said the girl. "How should I pay you back?"
"A thanks is sufficient. Just leave me be."
"You're hungry."
"I can manage," said Jerri as she tried standing straight. "People can survive days without food you know."
"Is there a restaurant that's open at this hour?"
"There should be a Denny's just around the corner ahead of us."
"Denny's is open?"
"Of course. Twenty-four hours."
"All right."
The girl moved the dizzy Jerri into the restaurant. After seating themselves, the middle-aged waitresses immediately served Jerri some dinner rolls that she ate hungrily. The place was somewhat empty, and they were one of the few patrons dining in the main area, whereas the rest idled their time at the bar drinking and shouting on occasion.
"Do you want some?" Jerri asked as she stuffed her face with rolls.
"You can have them all," the girl smiled.
"Suit yourself."
Jerri gobbled the last two rolls. After drinking for a long time from her glass of water, she patted her stomach in relish of her meal.
"Okay we're done," she said. "Now let's go."
"Wait! We didn't even order!"
"But I don't have any money."
"I'm paying."
"That's okay. Taking me here is enough."
"We are you so adamant in refusing generosity from others? Do you not trust me? Or you do you have a lot of pride in yourself to not accept handouts?"
"That. The last one."
"Could you at least once in a while accept help from a complete stranger? You know, I had no choice but to accept your help."
"TouchÇ, but you've already done enough."
"Please?"
It was the way she blinked with her pretty and wanting eyes that made Jerri stay.
"Okay," said Jerri. "But try not to take advantage of me. I had a rough day today."
"Why would I?"
"A girl with money is always fishy in my eyes."
"You think I want to buy a service from you? Absurd!"
"Who's to suggest that I'm one of them?"
"In any case, please order. I don't like talking about those things."
The middle-aged waitress came back and took their order. They left them soft drinks that they drank in their talk.
"So you're straight?" Jerri asked. "That's rare."
"My family is traditional."
"Ah."
"But don't think we're rich or anything! We're simply related to an elite matriarchal family, and all heirs are forbidden to harbor homosexual lust."
"That's good."
"Why would you say that?"
"Because I'm getting tired of having sex with women who treat me like trash."
"That's odd of you to say that."
"If you do realize, almost every woman in this city is a closet heterosexual. Getting a man is fantasy very few of us can afford, so we settle with each other--which is not bad but it gets tiring and unfulfilling. I mean, we're supposed to have sex to have children, right?"
"I hear you."
"Then I think of the past on how men used to oppress women and treat them like property. So maybe I'm only seeing the positive aspects of having a male lover. Would things turn out better if I had sex with men? Who knows? Even if we reduced ourselves to a one-gender society, the problems of oppression would still exist."
"If that happens, that would spell the end of the human race."
"Sad isn't it? But if that is the way it should be, then let it end with a faint feminine moan."
The girl smiled.
"Was that funny?" Jerri asked.
"A faint feminine moan," said the girl. "It sounds the end of the human race begins and ends with two women having sex."
"What are you implying?"
"I'm not implying anything! It's just that for a street girl you sound very smart."
"That could have been an insult, but I'm not quite a street girl. I live in an apartment."
"That you rent. You're still a street girl since you hang out in the street."
"Where do you get off throwing out your elitist superiority? You're just a distant and insignificant relative of some traditionalist family!"
"Be careful what you say. I'm paying for your food bill."
"On your behalf of course."
The girl looked past Jerri and say another waitress giggling with the bartender.
"Look at them," she said. "They think we're going out."
"They got another thing coming," said Jerri.
"So where do you learn how to fight like that?"
"My master who I call Aunt."
"Was she you first lover?"
"Shut up!"
"I guess not."
"Well, she was just like me. She had to raise herself in the streets and sell her body to sexually desperate women. She also had to learn how to fight due to the syndicates, gangs, and all other forms of evil bitches. Jeet Kun Do she called it I think. She might have learned from another woman like her. Well, she died a long time ago. I only trained under her for about two years. She was kind of like my family."
"How nice."
"She once told me to 'learn a lot of things along the way and as much as you can.' I'm not particularly intelligent, but I know some facts here in there, like the letters used in gene sequencing, which is A, T, G, and, um..."
"C?"
"Hey I almost got it!"
The girl giggled.
"You're funny."
Jerri blushed. "Well, at least you don't call me stupid like all the others."
Their waitress came back with their dishes and a smile.
"Your new 'friend' Lady Ejaculate?" she asked.
"Lady Ejaculate?" said the girl.
"Shh!" Jerri hissed. "You've mistaken me someone else!"
"Okay," winked the waitress. "Enjoy your meal."
The waitress left. Jerri and the girl began eating.
"God damn it. I get this a lot. They always mistake me for this infamous prostitute-slash-escort in this city. Lady Ejaculate is her name."
"She ejaculates?"
"Oh yes. Some say her cum looks like a man's semen, but I'm not so certain if that's really true. I mean, have they even saw semen?"
"On the internet."
"But not in real life. You know that female ejaculate isn't as full as semen. It's just some small spurt urine and some stuff from the Skene's glands. But for some reason, all her clients love her because of it. The have sex with her pretending that she is a man without a penis. Often they would request tribadism, or rubbing her pussy onto theirs so they could feel impregnated and hear the sticky, smashing, and sloshing noises of mashing vaginas. And during oral sex, oh do they drink that stuff like it was crack. Now, a woman's ejaculate as well as her vagina depends on what she has eaten or drank, thus Lady Ejaculate would always eat and drink whatever the client requested her to consume. Hell, they even made a special drinks you can get from vending machines to add certain tastes to your pussy."
The girl dropped her fork. Jerri realized that her face was red and she was breathing heavily. She was sweating and clutching her beating chest with her hand.
"Stop it," she said. "Stop it."
"Sorry," said Jerri. "I got carried away."
The girl leapt out of her chair and bolted the restroom. Jerri was indeed concerned for her, but felt it would be best to leave her alone for a while. So Jerri slowly finished her meal. Fifteen minutes had passed, and the girl had not come back. It was getting late at the hour after midnight. Jerri could loiter a little while longer since she knew the all the waitresses and cooks who worked in the restaurant, but she didn't want to burden them with her continuing presence. She would leave, but she didn't have any money. Jerri simply would not open up an unofficial restaurant tab.
She went over to the restroom and entered. Jerri found the girl washing her face repeatedly at the sink.
"Are you okay?" asked Jerri.
"I'm fine. Let's go now."
"Don't you want to finish your food?"
"No. Have them throw it away."
"A lot of plants and animals died for your meal. Think of the cooks as well."
"Do want to eat it? Have them pack it up. It's yours."
"Sure, but you're the one that's paying, remember?"
Score! It may be leftovers, but the girl's unfinished meal can tide her over until her next job, whenever that would be.
So the two left the restaurant waving friendly goodbyes to the workers. They didn't walk off. They hung around looking about until they turned and faced each other.
"They seem to know you well," said the girl.
"I go here from time to time," said Jerri. "Say, I haven't gotten your name."
"My name is Eva. Eva Nataraja."
"I'm Germaine Adams, but people here call me Jerri."
"Nice to meet you Jerri."
"Nice to meet you too."
They shook each other's hands for a while, but still they did not part.
"About what I said back there," said Jerri.
"It's okay," said Eva.
"They say that in order to affirm one's heterosexuality, one must admit to having homosexual feelings. It's nothing to be ashamed about."
"That's ironic. You're lesbian or a bisexual pushing me to be hetero."
"Perhaps I am. But whatever the case or sexuality, never deny your feelings. They may be truer than you think."
"I'll keep that in mind."
"Thanks for the dinner--and your leftovers."
"It's your reward for saving me."
"Will you be okay?"
"I will be. I don't want to burden you unnecessarily with me being around."
"It's no trouble."
"By now, the police should be out looking for me. So, um, take care."
"You too."
The two turned away and walked off. For Jerri, this was one of the rare moments she spent time with another women without involving the pretext of sex, and that made her smile. Indeed, Eva was quite pretty and innocent-looking. Jerri was almost jealous that Eva, being related to an elite family, would have a greater chance of getting a man.
"She was cute," remarked Jerri.
Her thoughts now centered on how she would pay Miss Dustins the rent bill, and of all things she truly did not want to have sex with her again. Whatever the case, Jerri needed a place to sleep. So she then planned in her mind that she would sneak into her apartment, grab a few hours of sleep, and sneak off with any belongings she could carry before the landlord woke up.
Then she heard running footsteps behind her. Jerri turned around and saw Eva stopping before her breathing heavily and bent towards her knees.
"Is something wrong?" Jerri asked. "You're not in danger again, are you?"
After catching her breath, Eva stood up looked into Jerri's eyes.
"About what you said about never to deny your feelings," she said.
"Yes?"
"The truth is, I didn't get lost or got separated from my family. I ran off here on my own."
Jerri blinked.
"I was looking for a woman," said Eva, "to have sex with. Jerri, will you have sex with me?"
The look in Eva's eyes was that of utter sensual desperation. She didn't really catch her breath. She was almost hyperventilating. Eva was sweating, her body shook as if it were about to explode or fall apart. There was no one else around, and Jerri felt Eva needed someone experienced and with a good heart to handle and contain her.
For some reason, Jerri found herself feeling very hot. Was it the girl or was it the moment? Or was it the right time after all the frustration she had put herself towards? Whatever the case, the two were running frantically hand-in-hand looking for a vacant hotel, and it did not matter which. They settled for an expensive four-star one that was close by. For them, it was a blurring experience. The registration process flew over their heads, and they cared not who was watching them. What mattered was getting their card key and going up to the floor of their room. Right as they got in the elevator, they could not hold it any longer.
Immediately, they made out with passionate abandon. Their wet mouths puckering with each tongue-strong impacting kiss. Their hands were almost all over their sweating bodies, fondling and undressing. Their torsos were close to grinding. They even knocked each other into the elevator walls.
Even after the elevator stopped and beheld the floor of the their room, they still made out along the way. Shoes and socks were falling out of their feet in the middle of the hallway, and they dropped their clothes right outside the front door. It took while to open door as they kissed and rubbed breasts. Once inside and then slamming the door, Jerri and Eva quickly tossed the rest of their clothes, including their underwear. Jerri threw the now-naked Eva onto the bed and pounced her immediately. After kissing, Jerri lifted herself as Eva hungrily licked and sucked on her breasts and nipples, and she even jammed her smooth knee up against her vulva. Jerri gripped the comforter sheet tightly as her whole body quaked in fiery pleasure.
Her thigh rubbed against Eva's wet vulva, which Jerri knew was already wet when Eva ran back to her. Before that, she could even smell Eva's uncomfortable arousal back at the restaurant when she described herself in third person.
Eva's lips on her nipples caused Jerri to moan with unusual loudness. However, it was not just her job to be pleased by her client, although Eva didn't specify on how she wanted to have sex with her. So Jerri allowed her libido to sync with Eva's. She then turned around so that her crotch hung over Eva's face. She bent down on all fours and arched her back so she could orally please Eva's vagina while Eva pleased hers.
In this "69" position they made simultaneous love. Jerri had a routine when it came to oral sex, or cunnilingus, on women: nuzzle, the clitoris, tease it with the tip of your tongue; finger the labial walls, lick them, go inside, suck whatever fluids, and then repeat process. She preferred looking at a woman's vagina instead of the faces and bodies of clients, whether they were beautiful, average, or ugly. Jerri didn't want to remember their faces, especially the bad ones. When she did Eva, however, she completely forgot the routine and went onto sucking, which she knew pleased Eva when her body buckled and her moaning. Though the vagina was before her eyes, her mind wandered off to the light brown-skinned solemn beauty of Eva's face.
Eva was even more aggressive, and the way she moved her tongue and lips around Jerri's vagina seemed as if she wanted not just to taste it but devour it. It was so intense that Jerri had to stop doing Eva. She latched onto Eva's legs and knees moaning hard until she screaming upon ejaculation. She could feel herself pouring onto Eva's face.
It wasn't exactly semen, but for some reason it was not urine. It was sparkling. Eva was joyously surprised when it came from Jerri's vagina, and with just one taste she became addicted. Quickly, she scooped all of Jerri's cum from her face and onto her fingers. She sucked them all in. Jerri was still dripping, so Eva lifted her head up and sucked even more of Jerri's cum that caused Jerri to moan so more. Eva had to taste and ingest everything, for it was beyond the sweet taste of honey and more divine than ambrosia. Eva stopped abruptly before Jerri could come.
"So beautiful!" Eva exclaimed.
She pushed herself up against the headboard and pulled Jerri towards her for a long kiss. Eva shared with her remnants Jerri's ejaculate, but Jerri didn't notice anything special despite the spitball exchange she had done with other women. However, Jerri was too absorbed with act of kissing that she found to be very passionate.
"Jerri."
"Yes?"
"Cum into me."
"Okay."
Jerri had to give what she wanted. While still facing each other, they interlocked their legs and pulled themselves close right until their clitorises came into contact. That sent a shockwave to their brains that caused them to hump and rub. It started out slow, even though they were already well lubricated. During the warm-up, their breaths became deep. They fondled each other's breasts, and sometimes they touched their own vaginas. Throughout that time, they could not take their eyes off each other.
After a smile and a giggle, they rhythm of their tribadism increased. The whole bed began shaking, and the bedsprings that were reportedly silent began to squeak. Jerri took the aggressive stance by pushing and rubbing herself circularly onto Eva, while matching her moan with hers. As their moans became louder, so did the bed, and the rhythm became faster. They sensed in their eyes that their orgasm was nearing, so they interlocked their hands.
Screaming, they came, and Jerri's sparkling cum overflowed to her and Eva's joined groins. Eva scooped some of it and puts in her mouth. Then she kissed Jerri whilst holding her head and body towards her.
"More," Eva said. "I more of you inside of me. Please."
The process then repeated for an hour or so. The positions varied, from scissoring to missionary, that latter of which Jerri performed, Jerri made sure that when she ejaculated, it was not just on Eva's vagina, but it spurted inside of it, which was usually a difficult task. For some reason, Eva was "built" correctly to accommodate her special request, as was Jerri.
It was the missionary position that they finished in, and the most passionate. Jerri allowed herself to fall on Eva's body. With arms wrapped around each other, they rolled with breasts touching and lips kissing.
They must have fallen asleep in their embrace, as Eva was beside Jerri with her arm crossing her breasts. Never before Jerri felt so relaxed. Usually, she would feel sore at this caliber of lovemaking and service. Instead, she felt an overwhelming calm. It was what she needed.
Slowly but surely, the dawn sun poured through the shut blinds. Both Eva and Jerri awake for at least an hour romantically stroking their bodies with their index fingers.
"I never knew lesbian sex would be like this," Eva smiled.
"It's a job for me you know."
"Did you enjoy this one?"
"Truthfully, yes."
"I'm getting married."
"Oh."
"To a man."
Eva lets go of Jerri and turned away feeling ashamed. Jerri propped herself against the headboard and looked down at Eva.
"Is that why you came down here?" Jerri asked. "You shouldn't have done that. You're supposed to remain a virgin until you are married."
"For paid lesbian prostitute, you say very ironic things."
"Also, you don't seem happy."
"I know. I should be happy. I am one of the luckiest women on this planet. I'm getting married to the male heir of the Congregational Corporation. But I haven't even met him or even seen his face."
Jerri's ear twitched on the distant sound of a armada expense sedans and SUVs screeching. It seemed that Eva was finally getting picked up.
Both Eva and Jerri crawled out of their bed and got dressed. With the purse that Jerri helped saved, Eva began rummaging in it for her checkbook.
"How much do I owe you?" Eva asked.
Jerri walked over and puts her hand on Eva's hand, preventing the checkbook from appearing.
"It's okay," smiled Jerri. "You don't have to pay me."
"But you need the money don't you? You've done more than enough to please me."
"Of course I need money, but we didn't exactly made a binding deal when you asked me to have sex with you. It is my rule that if I don't specify the price, the service is free. So it's my fault, really."
"Jerri..."
Jerri hugged Eva and kissed her forehead.
"I think being with you is payment enough," said Jerri. "Thank you."
"I wish I could say that I would see you again," said Eva. "But Jerri."
"Yes?"
Eva looked up to Jerri and stroked her cheek. Without hesitation, they kissed.
"I won't forget you," said Eva.
Eva parted and ran away. She collected her coat and shoes that was left at the front door as a courtesy by the hotel maids. After collecting her coat and shoes, Jerri ran after Eva, but even if she could catch her, there would be no way that they could be together. It wasn't that they were women. Eva simply belonged to a different world than that of Jerri's.
Jerri took a different path and exited the hotel through an alleyway exit. She walked along the walls towards the front and poked her head towards the front lobby where Eva solemnly marched to what looks like her mother. Eva's mother scolded angrily her with harsh words, and then slapped her. Grabbing her wrist, the mother dragged Eva and threw into the limo. After getting in and closing the doors, the limo drove off along with two dark sedans and two dark SUVs. Jerri tried to look for Eva past the dark windows as the limo passed by. Although she could not see her, she felt that Eva saw her for one last time at the alleyway.
Jerri sighed with grin. "Who am I kidding?"
She began running. There was no reason to stay in Marietta Metropolis anymore for a number of reasons. She hitchhiked out with an honest hardworking middle-aged woman who had a falling out with a close female friend. Maggie was probably her name, and Jerri looked past the window of the truck Maggie drove.
The paved highway they drove on was old. How old was not certain. As far as Jerri had known, it was one of the originals during the Eugenesis Period or recently built in the last hundred years ago. The scene passed by her eyes seemed like a distant memory. In the distance there was an abandoned spaceport that launched shuttles or jump ships on a daily basis. Now it was rusting and choked with vines and moss. An omnivorous vulture flock flew overhead. That reminded of a bird watcher she had sex with who claimed that they had evolved from city pigeons.
Though there were still mysteries in the history of the world, but most people, including Jerri, didn't seem to nostalgic or bound to it. Something had happened before, but that didn't worry them. They all felt that they were living in a perpetual limbo and awaiting some divine spectacle that will save the human race. Otherwise, and many others have felt, humanity would go extinct without a raving scene.
"So where are you heading to?" Maggie asked.
"Anywhere where there is work," said Jerri.
"For you, you can find work everywhere. Obviously it's the metropolises that pay the most. If you work at a small town or village, you'll probably end up as a slave--or worse."
"Where are you heading to?"
"Pottsville Metropolis."
"I guess I'll head on there too."
"Will you be living there?"
"Who knows?"
Suddenly Jerri felt Maggie feeling up her leg. She turned back to face the woman.
"Sorry," said Maggie. "It's just that I get lonely without Linda."
"I thought you were just close friends."
"We occasionally have sex once in a while."
"Look, if you want have sex with me, just pull over to the side of the road and let's get it on."
Maggie screeched to a halt, and maybe one of the cargos fell off the truck bed. She unbuckled her seatbelt and made with Jerri, who received her with slight hesitation. As they had sex, the truck rocked, although fortunately no more cargo fell off the truck.
Eventually, they reached Pottsville. Maggie left Jerri at a busy pedestrian street, with a wink, a smile, a blowing kiss, and some cash (or pity money as Jerri would call it--this happened almost all of the time). Jerri hitchhiked again, and was picked up by a group of four female teenagers out on a road trip to Dodge City Metropolis in their wagon. As usual, she had sex with all of them on the way, and received more pity money.
During her brief stay in Dodge City, she saw Eva on the newspaper that announced her wedding to the male heir of the Congregational Corporation. It was well talked about, for it would eventually merge two powers, one from the country of the Congregational Confederacy, and one from the Empire of India. The wedding was extremely secretive. There was no location of the church of temple, and only close guests were invited. The media was shut out for security reasons. Absolutely no one knew the identity of the male heir, for knowing his real name or face would invite terrorism and kidnappings. If he were to travel, he'd travel with a military-grade convoy, disguised, and even veiled from head to toe.
Jerri saw the picture of Eva in a wedding dress she might wear, and smiled. The twenty-two year-old Eva looked quite happy with her smiling white teeth, but in her eyes told a different story. Eva looked uneasy, and most likely afraid. Jerri wondered about the immense pressure put on her and the jealousy coming from her cousins and other potential suitors for the mail heir. She was selected, of course, for her purity and fertility, and there were enough scientific data to back it up.
Resuming her journey, Jerri then headed further westward to Brigham Metropolis, and then finally settled to the coastal country of Pacific Mariner, which was formerly the western half of the state of Washington in the now-defunct country of the United States of America. The country, was a little less corrupt and henceforth more freer than others in the entire world. It was one of the few places exempt from the forced population migrations that had been taken place for decades.
Jerri had expected to settle here for a couple years or so. She was not one to settle in one place. Traveling and meeting all kinds of people suited her. One of the reasons being was that she didn't want to be anchored down by responsibilities of any kind, whether it close friendship or duty. She just didn't want to deal with women fighting over her or fighting to keep her. She wanted to be free.
As she continued her services, her fortune became better. She finally managed to buy a cheap apartment, and she made a couple new friends that she didn't have to have sex with. Sadly, she reminded them that there will be a time to part, but she did not know when.
Before she knew it, almost nine months had passed, and she grown unusually accustomed to living in the city of Seattle in the country of Pacific Mariner. She remained a prostitute and escort still, but her work was becoming a chore yet again despite the money she was raking in. Slowly but surely, she was becoming disinterested in it.
On a rainy day--and it rained in Seattle--Jerri found herself overlooking a creek bridge thinking about it. Already drenched, Jerri now felt emptiness in her. Thoughts of finally quitting filled her head, but would she be able to survive with no viable work skills? Selling her presence and body to other women was all she knew when she ran away from her owner. For some reason, she thought about Eva when she had sex with her clients.
She jumped, but landed back on her feet on the sidewalk. Jerri was still overlooking the bridge contemplating suicide for the sake of it. No one had killed herself here very recently.
"Damn it," she said. "She's gone. She's happily married to what's-his-name. She's the luckiest woman on earth. Well, today is not the day."
So she went home to her apartment complex. Looking up at the second floor she saw someone waiting there. That someone, with her face obscured by her raincoat, was carrying something in her arms. Then she started walking away.
Jerri didn't think much of it. Perhaps she got the wrong address or room. She passed by her as she headed upstairs to her apartment. But then the two stopped and felt a pull between them. Slowly, they turned and faced each other's recognized faces.
"Eva?" Jerri asked.
The woman pulled down her hood. It was Eva all right, but there was a desperate look in her eyes. Suddenly, she rushed forward and embraced Jerri.
"I'm so glad I found you!" she wept.
Suddenly, the cries of a baby were heard. Eva stepped back and gently shook and cooed her.
"Don't cry," she said. "She's here now."
"Let's get inside," said Jerri.
Jerri took her inside the apartment, and then hung their coats on the coat rack.
"I thought I'd never see you again," said Jerri as she closed the door.
"Jerri," said Eva. "Do you mind that I stay here?"
"Sure, you're always welcome. But you have to tell me why you're here. It's not your husband, is it? Or are you threatened by your cousins?"
"It's neither."
Eva handed the wailing infant to Jerri. The baby, looking into Jerri's eyes, stopped crying and began smiling.
"Oh, how cute," Jerri smiled. "So this is your and your husband's child? Is she or he in danger?"
"Jerri," said Eva. "It's our baby."
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