Olivia

What with my built in apartment lover squad and my regular appearances at one or the other of the sex clubs, my life was reasonably full and very satisfying. But, as time wore on, I began to sense a change in myself. I knew what it was and I was not totally surprised for I was sensing the change that mom had told me about. I was rapidly getting to a point where I thought of myself as the queen bee and all men were my drones whose sole purpose was to satisfy my sexual cravings. I often drove around the city just looking for males I could pick up. Once a man got into my car, sex was inevitable. I was brought up sharply one day by something Mary said. She had come over to see me and we were discussing our present proclivity for sex.

"Olivia, I hate to have to tell you this, but I must move!"

"Why? What has happened?"

"Well, it goes back several years. Do you remember me telling you about one of my experiences on bus-riding?"

"Not off-hand, no."

"One night, the bus driver swung his bus off its' regular route and he stopped to pick up five young men. They were boys, actually. Seems that he had entered into some kind of agreement with their coach -- they were a high school basketball team -- well, if they won whatever tournament they were in he would give them a bus ride that they would never forget. I was the part that they were never to forget."

"Oh, yes. I do recall you telling me about that night and, as I remember it, you fucked the whole team and the driver as well." This brought laughter from the both of us.

"Yeah, that's what I was referring to. Well, anyway, I never gave it another thought until a month or so ago. I had been noticing the changes in myself that you said that Jane had told you about. Suddenly, nightly sessions with Bill and more and more trips to La Minette weren't cutting the mustard. Insofar as sex was concerned is what I mean. I needed ever more so I started riding the busses again. Then, on one of my nightly bus rides, six young men got onto the bus at the next to the last stop. They promptly marched back to the rear of the bus where I was sitting and formed a human fence around me. If I had any doubt about their intentions, it was dispelled when they all immediately pulled out their cocks and began waving them in front of my face. We had a very interesting ride that night for they were rather hardy specimens of male sex demons. It wasn't until they were getting off that one of them dropped his bomb. He stopped in front of me and said, 'I guess you don't recognize me, but we have done this before!' Then it hit me. He was one of those other players from years back!

To be honest, I didn't give it another thought and that was my mistake. I found out later that he was on the University basketball team and, one day, when he was crossing the campus, he spotted me. Of course, he recognized me right away and that previous night gave him the idea of getting the team together for a night of sex. What had been a one-night stand developed into a weekly thing."

"And you were having the time of your life."

"Exactly. It wouldn't have been so bad, but one of the little twerps had to go and tell a friend who told a friend who told a friend---well, you know where that was going. Anyway, the story got around to the University officers and I have been called before the tenure committee. I have already seen my head of department and he assures me that, if I agree to take an unspecified leave of absence, my tenure will not be revoked!"

"What do you intend to do? Can't you fight it? After all you didn't do anything to embarrass the University and it wasn't even on their property. Sure, they might not like the idea of you fucking the whole athletic department, but what you do off campus should be your business and none of theirs."

"Olivia,that all sounds great, but that is not how the University works."

"So what are you going to do?"

"I've decided to pull a, 'Kayla'!"

"What in hell does that mean?"

"Before Kayla left and returned to the ranch, she and I had some really long talks. Her change over to where she was becoming continuously in heat, was further advanced than either yours or mine and she told me that she had to get away to some place where she could exploit her new Kayla-self and not be castigated nor exiled from the human race. The ranch provided her with just such a place and opportunity. There, she would have virtually unlimited sex available to her and the entire populace would understand her difficulty and understand her natural physical needs. I, too, have just such a place."

"You mean....?"

"Sure. That village in the jungle where all of the people are sex mad and, to boot, there are always the apes. It is funny and a little bit weird, but now that I have been more or less forced to make a decision, I think I have always known that life in that village was to be my fate. Surprisingly, I can hardly wait to get back to what I knew with those people. So, by week's end, I will be leaving. "

"Mary, I will be so very sad at losing you - as a friend and a sex buddy. You know that I hope you get everything that you want and that the village and its' people are all that you remember. Thanks for taking the time to tell me what has happened and why you are leaving. I hope you realize that it wasn't at all necessary for you to speak with me, but I appreciate it."

"I know, but I had another reason for seeing you. I wanted to suggest that you should begin giving serious thought to where you might take refuge when your changeover becomes pronounced. Otherwise, you may find yourself one day in the unwelcome company of the police. I know that our society is considerably more sexually liberated than before, still, there are laws and you could easily run afoul of one or more of them. Taking a leaf from my own experience, cruising the streets and spraying out a constant stream of pheromones may sound exciting -- and, in many ways it is -- but it may well become a trap. To avoid the possibility of this happening to me, I am running for the hills. I suggest you do the same -- figuratively speaking of course. It sure as hell has been fun and I am so everlastingly glad that I had the opportunity to meet you girls. You know that I wish you exciting sex and all of the sex partners you can manage. Perhaps our paths will cross again. I understand that women such as us do enjoy unusually long lives so it just may be possible that we will pair-up again. Best of everything, gal and I'll be thinking of you!"

With that last statement, Mary was gone! I could only hope that those villagers and their apes would give her the warmest of welcomes.

I made my first and most damning mistake when I didn't take Mary's warning to heart. I guess I was just too self confident and I believed that I could always handle any situation. I was wrong. It wasn't long before my street-cruising led me and my pickup Romeos into a series of very embarrassing situations. I soon discovered that I couldn't be in public except in very controlled circumstances. Sex-wise I made out pretty good with my homegrown troop of males and my nights on the stage in one or the other of the two clubs, but, otherwise, I was mostly a stay-at-home girl. This arrangement went on for several years before it began to pale in interest. I was seeing not only the same faces nearly every day and night but the excitement was rapidly fading. Oh, I still needed sex by the bushel-full, but I also needed variety in order to keep my excitement level up to its' highest. Frankly, I didn't know what to do when the organization suddenly and without warning came to my rescue. It all began with an unexpected visitor.

One day, there came a knock at my apartment door and, when I opened the door, I was facing an attractive middle-aged woman.

"Yes?"

"Olivia, I am here representing the organization. May I come in and speak with you?"

I had been caught extremely off guard by this occurrence, but, my social training made me step aside and grant her entrance into my apartment. I asked her for her name and she told me -- with a sly look -- that her name was not important. After we both had taken seats, she began her discussion.

"As I said, my name is not important to our little talk today. In fact, you may never see me again, but you may be assured that someone in the organization is watching out for you. I will reveal this much for you. I was a dear friend of Mary's for a number of years and I, like you were sorry to watch her have to leave the University. Unfortunately, in her case, there was nothing that could have been done to prevent her departure.

The organization was aware of the developments in the physical desires and needs that each of you were in the act of exhibiting. Unfortunately, we did not realize all of the implications until it was much too late to counter the actions of Jane, Kayla and Mary. Of course, there was nothing that we could have done in Mary's case, but there were alternatives in the cases of the others. Their abrupt actions prevented us from fully realizing the desperate needs that women of your kind develop until it was much too late. Olivia, you are a valuable asset and the organization does not want to lose you, too. Furthermore, the organization does not want to standby and watch you squander your .. ahem.. 'talents' on such as your garage attendant and his buddies. Oh, you needn't be surprised. As I said, you women are.... In those other cases ... were significant assets so you were constantly under surveillance. We couldn't afford to have anything happen to you that would eliminate your value to the organization.

If you will allow me, I shall digress for a moment. Do you have any idea how much you have earned with your appearances both in the clubs and at La Minette?" I shook my head. "I thought as much. Your expenses have been trivial when compared to your earning capacity. Would you like to know just how much you have in your organizational account?"

"I most certainly would!"

This unknown woman reached into the purse she was carrying, extracted a piece of paper and passed it over to me. I nearly fainted when I read the figure written on it. If this were true, I was a very wealthy woman.

"This can't be true!"

"I assure you that it is accurate to the penny! So you should now realize that you have very substantial funds upon which to rely for your living expenses. Furthermore, the organization is prepared to offer you an opportunity to not only increase your wealth, but to assuage your sexual needs at the same time."

"Just what are you suggesting?"

"The organization is in possession of a large number of not young men but older men of means who would pay dearly for a night's entertainment with you. The organization would do all of the scheduling and the clients would provide transportation to and from the place of your assignation. As was done at La Minette, the funds for such entertainment would be handled by the organization and your share accredited to your account. We estimate two - perhaps three -- such assignations each week. If you were to agree to these terms, we consider that it would be to the advantage of everyone involved. The organization can -- in this manner -- service the wishes of some of its' wealthiest clients while, at the same time, providing you with a protected way of satisfying your desires while making a lot of money. The organization is sufficiently broadminded not to question your daily ... er ... escapades with the baser men available to you insofar as these trysts do not interfere with your organizational duties.

In addition, this should eliminate the necessity of you picking up males off the street. I understand that there have been some embarrassing moments when you tried to gather your drones to your honey. Such situations would be virtually impossible under the terms of this agreement."

I gasped at this last comment of hers. How in hell did the organization know about my fiascos at getting drones from the streets and how did they know to call them, 'drones'? Was there anything about what I had thought was my private life that the organization didn't know?

Then, a sudden thought struck me. If mom were here she would be laughing her head off for what the organization was doing was to put me right back into the life of a whore! Mom's reason for laughing would be caused by her old statement of, "Once a whore, always a whore"! Sure, this was a high-class situation, but it was whoring just the same. My visitor had a look upon her face that signified that she did not understand my abrupt laughter.

"What...? Have I said something to offend you?"

"No. Not at all. I was laughing because my mother often told me that we were destined to be whores and here you are offering me an opportunity to jump right back into the sex-for-hire business. Look, you may attempt to make what you are offering me respectable and acceptable in your proper circles, but it is whoring none the less. I doubt if your people in the organization have ever stopped to consider what it means to be a whore. A whore offers each and every opening of her body to her client. She gives blowjobs; she suffers through being sodomized; she undergoes being the middle of a three-part sandwich and she provides age-old female sex upon demand. However, there is one thing that a whore never does. Do you know what that is?" She shook her head. "She never, ever makes love! Emotions such as love never enter into her business so it is never mentioned. It is a strictly pay-as-you-go business."

"Does this mean that your answer to the organization's proposal is a, 'no'?"

"No, that is not my answer at all. I was simply trying to make it clear to you just what you were asking. In my case, the need for a steady supply of drones is a necessity of life. I am smart enough to realize that sooner or later I am going to be accosted by the police for soliciting on the street so the organization is offering me a protected way of getting what I must have while, at the same time, servicing the organization's rich clients. So, my answer is a resounding, 'YES!'."

To this day, I have never been sorry for accepting the organization's offer. As I have gotten older and lost much of my bodily attractiveness -- not my primal attractiveness -- so have my clients aged. I live well. I eat what I want when I want it and I drink a little more than before. I still attend the goings-on at La Minette and, although I am older, my stream of pheromone attractors still draws open-mouthed lesbian clients to my tableside. Yvette is still the Maitre D` and occasionally, when prompted by Yvette, I give the assembled females a first-hand demonstration of my, 'Dutch spanking' routine and I can still bring about oohs and aahs when I am prostrate before their very eyes and quivering in the throes of an orgasm. Yvette quite naturally makes a pitch for the pumping of one's body so as to increase the sexual effects and a number of the lesbians usually jump at the offer. All in all, it has become an extremely attractive life-style.