Stable Employment Pt. 02 - Final - Sex Stories

Stable Employment Pt. 02 - Final

... and the numbers back it up. You are a phenomenal cum factory, and quite the lover -- or fucker, depending."

"Well, thanks," I reply. "My core's never been stronger; that's for sure. Heck, I'm actually worried I might start looking too much like a man in some places."

"Perish the thought. Science will make sure that never happens."

"Wait... Really?"

"Really truly. I like you just the way you are, Corin... well, except for the elephant in the room, and also give or take some hair colors and styles. You do look great in so many of them. You know, though, that original red might still be my favorite..."

"Let's stick to the elephant."

"Okay." He's back to sincere again, just like that. "Here's my second thought: if there's no issue with having a dickgirl around to take some of the load off -- sorry, just heard it -- so if there's no issue with that, then... why not bring in another one?"

"Huh." I take a beat and think about it. It makes perfect sense to me. The girls are insatiable; I wouldn'thave to take any extra time off. They'd just get more of what they want. I'd assumed that John was making a major compromise with his ugly male emotions -- with that frightening stuff in his veins that he does a surprisingly good job of keeping suppressed. Apparently he isn't. I suppose I'd also always assumed that there was something different about the on-call girls -- that they were, from the male perspective, less-than in some crucial way. Again, maybe I was ...

... wrong.

"And this helps with the survey problem how?" I ask.

"Supply and demand," he says, as though it explains everything. "I'm certainly not going to reduce the demand. So the theory goes, a supply increase will lower the incentive for inflated reviews."

"Logically, that means you should just let all the girls fuck all the dickgirls all the time."

"Yes, well... I think you and I both know that when it comes to sex, logic and reason are... not dispositive."

For just one moment, I think I see a flicker of self-awareness on his face that cuts through all the bullshit, and actually pushes a real button somewhere deep inside of him. How crazy would it be if a fuckin' man were actually capable of feeling guilt or shame? In another world, perhaps.

"So what about the ass?" comes out of my mouth unbidden. It's a burning question -- downright hemorrhoidal. I've asked it to myself, about myself. Now I'm asking it to John, about men.

He leans in until I meet his gaze. I see flashes of everything in his brown eyes; the master of games can't decide upon a play. "Corin," he says, "I honestly have no fucking idea. Isn't that incredible? I just don't know! In another world, dickgirls butt fuck girls all day long, and it's pussy that stokes men's jealousy to the point of madness. Why that, there? Why this, here? All our science, and still: mysteries."

"No theories at all?"

He shrugs. "Nothing that sounds right. Anyway, I'm about to do that thing I do where I tie everything ...