Pharaoh

We were quiet in the car for a while, a thoughtful look on Stony's face. She stared straight ahead.

I thought I ought to break the tension with something kind of neutral.

"He must have given her permission."

"Who? What?"

"Henry. He must have given Moe'Neyah permission to compete on White Girl Pride Day."

"Oh, that. Yeah."

"Got him super hard thinking about Pharaoh fucking his girl."

"Yeah."

"She was being a good girl, excellent submission, both White Girl Day and letting him watch Bri eat her. And you know I think he's right. Why would anyone have a rule about lesbians? Most of us never believed it was even possible."

I laughed at my own little joke. I'd just witnessed two beautiful women undoing that theory.

"Girls knew. We whispered about it. Even some of the female teachers in Health and Submission admitted it, but we were always told it was like one in ten billion girls or something."

"I guess it's more," I said.

Stony finally looked over and smiled at me. "That's my guess too. I just never knew a girl could be out shopping for an outfit and an hour later she's getting her pussy eaten by a girl she never met before."

"Yeah, that is a surprise...so, tell the truth, are you mad at Bri?"

Stony gave this a little puff of dismissal. "I did tell the truth. No, really I'm not. But it's like I said, confusing."

"Yeah...so..so do you think you want to..you know...again with Briana?"

"Well, hard to say...and maybe it depends on where she goes with Moe'Neyah, like do they keep going?"

"Doesn't sound like they traded numbers or emails or anything."

"Jeff. Think. Bri knows where Moe's boyfriend lives. If she wants to get with Moe again she'll be able to figure it out. I bet next time Henry isn't invited," she ended with a laugh.

"hmmmm maybe. I'm just glad I get invited."

This surprised her. "Jeff, you're not 'invited'. I mean I am crazy about Bri and her body and doing those things, but I'd never be there without you. Don't you know that? That I need you?"

"hmmmm thank you." This seemed like the time to ask, so I did. "What do you think about the other thing? The other thing Briana said?"

I think Stony knew what I meant, but played dumb. "What thing? She said a lot of them, whew!" And laughed.

"About us. About us being perfect together." It made me nervous just to say it out loud.

"Oh, that," she said, her voice flat.

"Yeah."

Stony waited a long time. We were getting close to her house. She'd be happy cause it was only 10:40. On time for her Mom. She finally looked at me, raised her eyebrows and said, "Why don't you ask me that when you're not married?"

I pulled in front of her doorway. Stony touched my hand nice and leaned in to kiss my cheek. She got out, ran up the little path to her house and disappeared inside. I sat there for some time thinking. Eventually her Mom, I'm sure it must have been Stony's Mom, started blinking the doorway lights off and on, letting me know it was time to leave. I drove off slowly.

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***Thursday, August 29, 2304***

I didn't sleep well at all that night. Tossed and turned and got up for a sip of water, then got up for a pee, and then tossed and turned some more. Each time I dropped off there was this wild dream. I was up on that mountain Stony told me about. Only it's me and Alicia inside. We stand side by side looking out, not touching. Outside is like everyone. Alicia's sister Beth is there with her husband, talking about the baby. Roger is looking through the window to see if Alicia is nude. Lady Florence is trying to climb a sheer face of rock. Dad has one of those old-fashioned ear trumpets and Mom stands in front crying and screaming into it. Stony is there sitting alone. Bri and Moe'Neyah are there too, holding hands and laughing. Scots Willy is running around singing his national song and handing out pictures of Alicia in her bikini. Klara and Dr. Glockenspiel are going from girl to girl selling, getting them to look inside a little box I know contains a clit-ring. Draymond is there writing everything down, like he's doing a book report. Elizabeth is on her knees blowing her husband. She looks up at us and says, "Roxie told me to". Judith Mogumbo is there screaming, "Sluts! They're all sluts!". Then Moe'Neyah is with her boyfriend Henry and the two of them lift this huge boulder and throw it full force at the window Alicia and I stand behind.

That's when I woke up for good. I guess you can see why I didn't get the best sleep. It was very disturbing.

I was up drinking coffee at 4 a.m., couldn't leave for work for at least three more hours. That's when the guilt hit. Big time. What on earth was I doing? What happened to my morals? All the rules I was breaking, and with two different women. Breaking my marriage vows. Encouraging the girls to do even worse things, things I never dreamt of. It all hit me. Hard and deep and fast.

I knew Alicia let Dray fuck her, and yeah he was probably still fucking her, maybe. Knew she sucked off Eric a whole bunch, maybe 43 times. Knew she probably betrayed her girlfriend Briana. In some sense Alicia deserved it. Guess it made me feel better to think that.

Then I thought about it. Alicia probably didn't deserve it, not really. What about me? I let Stony suck my dick before I ever knew the worst about Alicia. I even let her swallow. I guess I was no angel either.

Then you think about everything all together. Everything that had happened. Alicia was on exemption with Eric and learning some valuable skills. Even with Draymond I knew she was learning how to please her betters, which we were taught is a good thing. And this thing about Draymond still fucking her? Did I really know that? Just cause she knew Sweet Tea and Mongoose? That didn't prove anything. Maybe he just fucked her that once, and then lent her a book on fucking, kind of like a thanks for the one fuck. Maybe she knew Sweet and Mongoose just from reading. Or maybe some other upper girl told her about them. Maybe she really was faithful now.

Plus, whatever she had done, I began to see it was all part of Alicia's destiny. She was destined to serve Eric, destined to be with Draymond, destined to become a finalist on Pharaoh, destined to become Pharaoh's girl.

Destiny. A big word.

You think about destiny. It has to excuse a whole lot. Really. Greatness demands some sacrifice. While you make those sacrifices to learn and develop, like Alicia had with Eric and Draymond, well it doesn't look too good right then while you do it. But then one day the greatness comes out, the destiny is fulfilled. We witness God's plan and we realize, Oh I see now.

When that happens who would ever look back and say, "Oh, I was wrong to do those things which I had to do to show the world that greatness is possible and that anyone can achieve it if they just work hard and do everything in their power." Kind of like us lazy people are always trying to bring down people who really accomplish a lot, kind of finding all these little things our betters did wrong. Which is only cause we don't really have to do much to keep society rolling, so we have all this extra time to criticize.

If it really was Alicia's destiny to be with her Pharaoh, then what? She shouldn't have sucked Eric's dick 43 times? Shouldn't have learned Shaft and the other things that might bring him, a war hero, pleasure? Learned so that someday she'd know these things for Pharaoh? Shouldn't have let Dray fuck her? When for all she knew it was the first and only time she'd be able to get fucked by an upper, by a black man? So she'd be ready someday when her Pharaoh fucked her? Could she earn Pharaoh's bed if she never had these wonderful opportunities to learn and grow? Could she be worthy of submission if she refused to learn and work hard?

It's like this book I read as a kid on the ancient game béisbol where these guys stand around doing nothing till some other guy strikes béisbol with a stick. Then the guys who were standing around doing nothing have to run around like crazy trying to find béisbol. Back in the 20th century you were considered a good béisbol if you could strike béisbol one out of four times. Why it was so hard I don't know.

Along comes this guy Todd something, who, even if he's white (I think), strikes béisbol two out of five times, which is a bigger decimal on my calculator. Before then everyone thought Todd was kind of a dick, but afterwards thought like, "Whoa!, Todd can béisbol the best who cares if he's a dick?" And they took his head off and put it in a jar which is still in some museum in Africa I think. Striking béisbol was Todd's destiny.

Todd's head was reanimated in the year 2243 with a new, young athletic body (don't ask). When they found he couldn't strike béisbol even one out of 10 times they put his head back in the jar. I guess his destiny was over. Someday my Alicia's destiny would be over too. But not yet. She still has her destiny. And I'm going to leave her for a couple of sluts?

Which kind of sums up my feelings about Alicia and her destiny.

It made me feel just awful. Alicia's my wife. She's out on the road working her behind off to make life better for us both. All the meetings and interviews and fittings and grooming and practice. The toll it must take! All the stress of knowing you'll have to answer really hard questions from Pharaoh. Like she said, it would be her cunt that made us both famous. What about all those cars I was selling and how easy it was? Cause now I was famous. Cause I was her husband. Cause of her. Cause of her cunt. Well, her mouth and tits and ass too but you get my drift.

See what I mean? It's like Alicia's mouth and pussy were béisbol and béisbol was Todd's cunt. Sort of.

We all value a wife or girlfriend's submission because it's the natural role of a girl or woman. You know what? That's what Alicia was doing. Submitting to her destiny, to her own greatness. Letting me play a role in her greatness. And all I do is bitch about it and feel sorry for myself and go out and fuck girls I'm not even married to. Which made me what? A selfish prick, that's what. Damn, it hurt to admit that.

By then I was in a real state and I was thinking no wonder Moe'Neyah and Henry threw that rock. They were aiming for me. Maybe to hurt me. But maybe just to wake me up. Which it, the rock, even thought it was just a dream rock, certainly did.

Because of tremendous guilt I decided I needed to straighten out and go back to my morals. Which meant that I had to break it off with Stony, and with Bri too. I knew it would be hard on the girls at first. They couldn't help being attracted to me, and they couldn't help following my lead. They weren't really bad people. I would let them down as gently as possible, be really cool about the whole thing and take the blame for all of us even though Stony wanted blow me and Bri wanted us both to fuck her. I was the man after all. They might be upset for a while, but it would be best for them in the long run if I led them back to being decent people.

Especially Stony. I knew I was the one responsible for Stony acting like such a slut. I owed it to her to turn her back into a good girl. And that way someday she could confess to her husband the way I had confessed about the college slut to Alicia and Dad. And then if she was lucky like I was, well then she could have a good marriage to some guy who would love her.

That gave me pause. Love her. Whatever.

I had to repent. And I had to do it today. No delays. No excuses.

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***Thursday, August 29, 2304 (still)***

But it's a weird thing. By the time I get to work I'm backsliding, thinking how pretty and how nice Stony is, thinking how hot she is, how sexy, remembering how that dress hugged her bottom that day we walked in the park. And I start thinking this mess isn't really all her fault. Not all of it. Thinking about Briana that way too.

I start thinking, maybe don't do it right away and I can keep fucking Stony and Bri till Pharaoh-Wednesday, which isn't too long. And then I think, yeah I do believe Alicia will win (fingers crossed!), and then Pharaoh will take her away to some exotic place, and then I'll keep fucking both girls and still have them doing lesbian stuff too. Which still isn't too long. Only a month. And then I think if Pharaoh likes her and she behaves well and is obedient and pleasing, he'll probably extend her to six months and I can break it off with the girls sometime in that period, maybe after three or four, possibly even five, of those months, and then I'll be completely ready to be a good husband when Pharaoh gives Alicia back to me.

It cheered me up a lot even though I was still very tired from not having slept.

The morning passed slowly and then Stony asked me to take one of our walks over lunch. We went back to the same park as before but this time we didn't walk anywhere, just sat alone in the bleachers for the Security softball league. I figured she wanted to talk some more about Briana and what had happened with Moe'Neyah, but that wasn't it.

It was ironic. Sitting there in the sun, and she had no idea how close she'd come to losing me.

Then Stony launches into another attack on me about being a man and confronting Roger about the Assistant Regional Sales Manager job. Which bowled me over what with all the hard thinking I'd already put in that day and me being so tired and all. Not to mention that I didn't drop her first thing the way I was supposed to.

What really got to me is when she started quoting my wife. See Alicia, on White Girl Pride Day, had given this sort of odd Answer to the question, "What Is The Role Of Womanhood In Today's Enlightened Society?" I had encouraged Alicia to do something in Answer to stand out from the other girls. And she did. Said all the right things about submission and obedience, but they were exactly what the other girls were saying. Alicia however used the last 20 seconds of Answer to say that sometimes a good submissive woman had to challenge her husband or boyfriend to be even more masterful than he would be on his own, to challenge him to be an even greater leader. It came across a little odd and I could tell a good deal of the audience didn't care for that part of her Answer.

So now Stony quotes that to me, quotes my own wife, and says, "Here it is Buster," although she is aware that my name is not Buster, "Here's the challenge. Stand up for yourself for once. Go see Roger. Be a man. Grow a pair for God's sake."

Which, I have to tell you, really stung and it made me feel like Stony must be mad about last night and the stuff with Briana, but is now taking it out on me. Probably some weird thought like if I hadn't made her into a lesbian then she never would have had to listen to Briana talk about doing lesbian stuff with Moe, which, let's face it, the way girls are, was probably making her wonder if Bri liked Moe's pussy better than hers. Better than Stony's. Girls cannot always be expected to be rational like men, which is why men are in charge to begin with.

It really did hurt. Someone I'd been so nice to, someone I would let go on getting fucked by me just to make her life better. And here she is chewing me out. Like I said, ironic.

I just smiled in response, played it very cool, and told her it was time to get back. I tried to remember when it was that Stony was out for her "monthlies" but it didn't seem that long ago. So not that. I wrote her outburst off to her wondering if Moe really was better pussy, which I figured would be enough to set her off, to set any girl off.

I avoided Stony the rest of the day. I sold a car half asleep in the afternoon, nothing great but another notch in the belt. I avoided Roger too, then took off 15 minutes early cause I knew he'd already left. That night I slept 12 hours.

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***Friday, August 30, 2304***

The key thing in business and in life is not to hold a grudge. They always backfire. So even though Stony had hurt my feelings, a lot, I still was firm in my decision to keep fucking her and Bri for the foreseeable future. I wasn't going to take my hurt out on her. In fact, now I had another reason not to break things off. If I did she would think it was cause of what she said about me being a man, which would have made me feel really small.

But even if I was still going to fuck her, or fuck them both, I still knew that my future was with Alicia and that I would eventually find my way back to being the good and loyal husband Alicia deserved. That I'd be someone with morals again. After Pharaoh was done with her.

Maybe it would be hard on Stony. But she was still a kid, still had her whole life ahead of her. Someday she'd understand I'd done it for her own good. Someday she would thank me.

It made me smile to myself, knowing how I had figured out how to do the right thing for all three girls.

Before going in to the office I picked up the paper from the front stoop. Uh-oh.

Slut Search: Why Is Elsie Elsewhere?

Judith P. Mogumbo — North Porter Free Black Register — Friday, August 30, 2304

With less than a week till Pharaoh-Wednesday the competition was thrown into disarray by the absence of top ranked finalist, Mrs. Elsie P. Reynolds. Elsie, who swept through the preliminary round on White Girl Pride Day by notching a near-record 374 points, has been AWOL for the last two days of Pharaoh interviews, media events and meetings. This in the critically important market of the Free City of LA. Ouch!

The cause of this unexpected absence remains unknown as we go to print.

This reporter reached out to Pharaoh show-runner Kwame Jugenstein for an explanation. His response was less than informative: "Mrs. Reynolds has elected to miss a few events on the tour as she addresses some personal issues. We ask that you respect her privacy during this difficult time. We remain in close contact with Mrs.Reynolds and have every expectation that she will be back with the tour in good time for our upcoming trips to Denver, Detroit and Cleveland."

Well, ahem, thanks Mr. Jugenstein. That really helps!

Theories from others on the tour, kept anonymous because they are not authorized to speak, are varied and wild. Everything from a painful period, to a scandal with her brother-in-law to her being object of a voodoo curse.

This reporter has found little evidence to support these theories.

Except maybe the first one: her period. Digging hard for evidence we uncover the following tantalizing bit of information: The cousin of one of Elsie's 10th grade classmates, one Priscilla B. Himmelschecter (unmarried), has reported that, according to the cousin, Mrs. Felicity P. Louche, who sat beside Elsie in Geometry class, Elsie has a history of painfully disabling periods. Hmmmm, interesting! We also find that Elsie was recently heard complaining to a friend that her breasts were "sore". Possibly onset?

Calls to Mrs. Felicity P. Louche went unanswered.

Could her menses be the "personal" problem? If so, it is more than a little disturbing. I for one shudder to think of pretty Elsie sweetly answering Pharaoh's questions while riding the pony of a certain primary color! Yuck! Compounding the awfulness, our poor Pharaoh would not even be aware. Double—Yuck!!

In fairness, there are six more days till Wednesday. If Elsie is missing due to her monthlies, she may well have that last tampon out before the show.

I rate period at no more than 10% probable. The cousin evidence is just not completely compelling. This reporter, like all the good reporters who came before her, requires proof. Actual proof.

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