Altered Genesis

Riya leaned forward on her lavish wooden desk as she read another proposal. Unable to concentrate, she stared out the window to see the last of the orange afternoon sun bouncing off the top of the Capitol State building. The tallest building in the city, it stood like a great mother watching over its young below.

Her mind was imagining all the possible deliberations that were going on in that building. Will they decide to award the contract? Would they have the courtesy to call if they gave it to another firm? The meeting earlier that day went about as well as she could have expected, but was it enough?

Just then, a light on her desk phone glowed red followed by a short beep. She anxiously hit a button on the phone before the end of the first beep.

Brent's voice came through the other side, "Good afternoon, Miss Patel, I have lady Pearlmore on the line for you."

"Good. Put her on," she answered quickly.

"Yes Miss Patel," he replied with military precision.

A moment of silence was followed by a beep.

"Wendy, how lovely to hear from you so soon," her greeting was cheerful.

"Yes, I'm just calling to let you know that Vicky and I enjoyed our time at your office. We were so impressed by your company that we decided to award you the contract," the voice from the speakerphone took a congratulatory tone.

"That's fantastic news! You've made the correct decision. Please give Vicky my regards," she gave her biggest smile as she spoke.

"Will do, I'm sure that you would like to celebrate. I made a booking for us and your team to a wonderful new place just off Fairview Avenue. I'll give the details to your firm young receptionist," Wendy took a more playful tone.

"Hahaha, Oh Wendy, you're too kind!", Riya's laugh was genuine.

She didn't expect an old lady near retirement age to be using words such as 'firm' to describe a youthfully attractive boy. She expected her to be less contemporary in her language.

Wendy switched to a more inquisitive tone, "Speaking of which, Vicky and I were wondering something. That receptionist, the blonde one with the pouch. He looked awfully familiar to us both but neither of us could place it."

"Ah yes, that would be our resident sex icon. Are you a fan of Lady Lockwood's early work?"

Riya could hardly believe what she was saying. It wasn't like her to talk about Dean in that way, but ingratiating herself was too much to resist. She suppressed her feelings again; this call was too important.

"Oh Goddess! Well, that's embarrassing!"

"Episode 12 I believe it is," Riya added.

"I didn't know that Vicky watched that show as well!" Wendy laughed.

"Well you clearly both have excellent taste," Riya smiled.

"And so do you, Miss Patel," she replied in kind.

"Oh please, call me Riya," she responded.

"Episode 12 you said?" Wendy asked.

"Yes, the second audition vid. I think he must have been her second hire. It's practically compulsory viewing over here," she joked but grimaced silently.

She hated this anti-male banter but knew that the entire team could benefit from a strong relationship with their new biggest client.

"Hahaha, I can't wait to tell Vicky! I bet that you've ridden that cock one or two times yourself haven't you!?" Mrs Pearlmore joked back, "You know, take him over your lap to teach him a lesson then have him do your bidding!"

Riya laughed politely. Her first reflex was to deny it out of honest modesty but then decided to play along.

"Now now, a lady doesn't tell. It's our little secret!" she boasted with jest.

"I'm sure that it is. Don't wanna turn him into the office whore or anything. Good boys like that don't know how to say no. I'm positively envious," Wendy laughed back.

Riya had always enjoyed a good bit of 'coffee room talk' between ladies. Speaking with the new client at this stage in such a familiar tone was blissfully reassuring. And to have such a powerful femme openly admit friendly envy was a profound rush.

"Well, I'll let the ladies know the good news," Riya sat back in her large leather chair as she spoke.

"Excellent, I'll see you all at 9," the voice on the other end said with a tone of finality.

"Ok I'll see you then," Riya replied shortly before Mrs Pearlmore hung up.

--

A pink glow bounced off a puddle and onto the metallic facade of the hotel. Riya Patel, Wendy Pearlmore, and Vicky Queendale got out of the limousine first. Followed by the team: Eleanor, Danica, Janice, Brenda, young Claire and a pregnant Renee. They were all wearing their work outfits; modest long black skirts down to the ankle with extra padding on the hips, heels, and loose-fitting coats. Each of the ladies differentiated themselves with various colored scarves.

The Jade hotel was nestled in the heart of Gynohale; across the street from the State Capitol. Wendy and Vicky could have crossed the street to get there, but were kind enough to pick up the advertising team in a limousine. The Jade was the tallest hotel in the city but still couldn't out-class the Capitol building next door. The government officials led the way up the marble stairs and through the automatic glass doors into reception.

"Welcome back ladies. How may I help?" the young man behind the long marble desk said.

Riya noticed that he was strikingly handsome and wore a tight button up shirt.

"Yes, we have a 9:30 reservation at Sky Queendom, under Pearlmore," Wendy said.

After clicking his mouse, the boy responded, "Yes I see that you are in the platinum room. Are we all here?"

"Well, there are seven of us here and seven on the booking sweetie," Wendy smirked.

"Of course!" he shook his head.

"Don't worry honey," Vicky said, "Wendy loves to tease handsome boys like you. If we had a femme working reception she wouldn't give us silly things to joke about. I'm pretty sure that your job is safe."

"Heh, thanks," he smiled.

"Well then," he continued "Here are your access keys. The room is on level 77. The host boy will show the way from the elevator," he smiled.

Vicky led the way and Wendy turned to the group.

"This is a great place for business meetings, we booked a good table too," her smile was one of genuine excitement.

High heels echoed off the marble as the group of VIPs made their way to the elevator.

Vicky hit the floor button and turned to her colleague as the doors closed, "The ministry of education are holding a fundraiser tonight. Apparently, they reserved the entire poolside area."

"Goddess, it's going to be a late one. Those righteous hags sure know how to party," Wendy said, "That explains why the platinum room was the only one available."

"I've heard this place sure is popular," Eleanor said, "My auntie raves about it, but I've never been able to get in."

"Well you're a high flyer now daughter. Get used to playing with the big ladies!" Wendy smiled.

After a few moments, the elevator doors opened to reveal a hallway of black marble. The left hand wall was glass that overlooked the city lights and pool area on the floor below. The right hand wall was black marble with gold edging. A red carpet lay invitingly in the centre. A baseline echoed down the hall in 4/4 time and was almost drowned out by distant feminine cheers.

After they exited the elevator a young man came into view and Riya's heart almost stopped. He was in just about the most slutty and demeaning outfit she had ever seen. Wearing nothing but a silver bow tie and a g-string pouch, his perfect athletic body was displayed for all to see. It was then that she realised just what type of establishment this was.

Riya couldn't tell if her heart was pumping from fear or excitement. Ladies clubs were something that she found immoral, but the further along in her career that she got, the more difficult they were to avoid.

"Oh Lady Pearlmore! So wonderful to see you again," he kissed her on the cheek and held her in a quick but warm embrace.

"And Lady Queendale!" he gave her a similar greeting.

Riya noticed that both ladies helped themselves to a feel of his butt during the embrace.

"I see that you are in the platinum lounge this evening," he said.

"Yes. Just a small business meeting this week," Wendy said.

"Of course," he smiled.

He turned to the new guests and raised his voice, "Welcome to Sky Queendom. The finest ladies club in Gynohale. We aim to exceed all of your expectations. We have a range of themed areas to meet any desire you may have. My name is Silver and I'll be helping you settle in."

Riya tried to look him in the eyes as he spoke, but couldn't help but explore his heavenly form.

"And a fantastic job you do at that," Vicky interjected.

"I never get sick of this place," Wendy added joyfully.

"Right this way ladies," the host turned to reveal a tattoo of the Femme Liberation party logo on his young athletic butt; the Venus symbol with a fist inside was displayed proudly to the stunned group of VIPs. The fist seemed to pump triumphantly as his ass jiggled slightly with each step. The symbol of femme supremacy branded to the rump of a hot young stud was possibly the most sexist thing that Riya had ever seen with her own eyes, but she couldn't look away.

A very large lady stood at attention in the hallway wearing black overalls with a security badge and a utility belt with a baton, Taser, and handcuffs. She stared down the group with an intimidating glare.

"At least they keep the boys safe," Riya thought to herself reassuringly.

"Looks like the education ladies have started already," Wendy nodded towards the glass wall on the left. They had an ample view of the outdoor poolside area on the floor below. Over a hundred well dress femme in variations of standard office attire chatted and snacked on finger food and drinks by the pool. Their dignified long dresses drew a sharp contrast to the nearly naked young hunks carrying trays full of refreshments.

One lady ripped the g-string off one of the waiters to resounding applause then threw it into the pool. The nearby security guard looked on as if this was the most normal thing in the world. Such an assault would result in immediate expulsion from a normal strip club, but this was clearly no ordinary establishment. Not only could the guest all see his nudity, but anyone on the top floors of the State Capitol building across the street also had a clear view. Nobody seemed concerned about such debauchery occurring in plain site because the ladies from the ministry of education all worked in that building anyway.

A banner was erected over the pool reading 'Scholarships for talented youth: strong femme, strong future'. Off to one side was a kiosk with a smaller banner which read, 'Silent boy toy auction: change a life with one night of bliss!'. Each waiter had a number hanging from his neck like cattle being sold to the highest bidder. A line of grey haired femme was already forming to place bids.

After a long week shaping mandatory school curriculum, the high level government employees were letting their hair down for a good cause.

As the ladies continued down the hall, there was a room on the opposite side. Above was the title, 'Amazon room' with a temporary sign reading, 'Hens night for Dr Danica Regina'.

Riya could see inside through the windows. Naked boys were swinging on vines with enormous upturned erections. Nude boys also swam in giant aquarium tanks with fish and sea snakes as if they were animals at the zoo.

One lady threw a lasso at one of the swinging Tarzan boys and managed to loop it over his erection to resounding cheers. The boy pretended to attempt an escape only to have the rope tighten around his big beautiful male assets. The short fat old hag jumped for joy as she pulled him closer and her friends captured the event on video.

"Great shot! Take that buck back to the cabin!" the muffled voice of the announcer celebrated.

They continued walking towards the end of the hallway. The platinum room was directly ahead of them and a sign pointing around the corner said, 'Dibella's Dungeon' & 'Charm Farm.'

Riya felt sick, she knew that this place was wrong but couldn't ignore the exhilaration that she felt. Part of her felt as though she was living as a Nordic warrior from 'House of Hella'; entering into the temple atrium to enjoy the fruits of their victory. Something intoxicating filled her veins and she did her best to fight it. It was a primal sense of power and pleasure that she couldn't understand.

Through the door straight ahead was a dining room with red laser lights piercing ambient smoke. Down one end of a dark room was a round table that overlooked a glorious skyline. The main source of light was the tabletop glowing with golden light. A steel pole ran from the centre to the high ceiling. Down one end was a runway that led from a door in the wall to the centre of the table. The dining table was nothing more than a stage designed to parade male flesh.

At the far end of the room, a group of Dibellan Gynarchs reclined in opulent splendour. Each of them had a handsome male companion seated on her lap. The juxtaposition of the males' bare butts against the luxurious silk of the Gynarch's religious vestments was confronting to Riya. The fact that the holy femme were at least forty years older and quite portly didn't seem to phase the stunning boys one bit. Riya felt resentment bubbling up when she pondered the fact that ladies of their religious station certainly had husbands at home.

The unmistakable melody of DJ Diana softly filled the room, creating an ambiance that made Riya feel like a queen. The beat ran through her body and her heart pumped even harder.

Ma bucks know I own that dee

I taught 'em how to hustle for me

I know what they really like

Ride 'em like I ride my bike

Move girl I own the blocks

Cause I've locked the biggest cocks

Riya basked in the feeling of sheer confidence that the atmosphere induced. She detested the lyrics but that baseline made her feel like a winner.

A boy had just finished clearing the table and walked in the opposite direction with a tray full of dirty plates. Riya caught herself staring at his pouch as it bounced with each step, as if it was performing a dance just for her. Warm pleasure rushed through her body.

She couldn't help but notice that his pouch was conspicuously undersized. The thin elastic barely contained his gorgeous package and the Eleanor bills that patrons had playfully tucked in. He may as well have been naked as the sheer fabric clung so seamlessly to his assets that it was as if they were painted onto the rich hues of his cock, leaving little to the imagination. The establishment's immense revenue seemed to overshadow considerations of male comfort and dignity.

Another boy was bending over to clean a table only to show off his perfect ass. The narrow string of his lingerie did little to obscure his hairless pink anus. His pouch could still be seen from behind, promising a full pair of balls. His naked tanned legs and feet were smooth, sculpted, and perfect.

"Oh Goddess, I gotta milk that bull!" Eleanor blurted out impulsively.

Vicky turned to the younger lady, "Haha! I knew you would love this place!"

The two of them continued talking but Riya couldn't hear their conversation. She wanted to be the one getting friendly with the Government representatives because such a connection was invaluable. For the first time, she began to feel threatened by one of her team members.

"Take a seat, ladies. Best room in the club!" Wendy announced.

The group of upper-class business ladies took their seats and browsed through several iPads for the different menus -- one for food, one for drinks, and another one, called "the male menu".

The male menu listed all the 'bucks' available for companionship during the evening's pleasures. Much like a buffet, the patrons were able to sort or filter the boys according to their preferred cock size, butt size, chest size, age and ethnicity. The ladies were soon giggling like a bunch of school girls as they eagerly discussed the male menu.

Moments later, a buff, scantily clad male with tan complexion wearing a purple g-string, came by Riya's table to take their food and drink orders. The ladies stared at him like starving predators waiting to feast on their prey.

When he accidentally repeated an order incorrectly, the ladies playfully flirted with him.

"Come now ladies. Slow down for the poor stud!" laughed Wendy as the others chuckled.

"Sorry ladies! Sometimes it seems like my brain is down in my pouch" he laughed, playing along.

"It's okay honey, we forgive you!", mocked Janice cheekily.

"That's the most clever thing I've heard a boy say all week. What's your name sweetie?" Eleanor said.

"Thank you ma'am. My name is Opal," he said.

"Well Opal. I'd love to become more acquainted the mind of such a silly boy," she smirked as she slipped a 20 credit bill into his waistband and looked pointedly at his pouch.

"Oh yeah! Go Elle!" Danica said what everyone was thinking as the ladies chuckled at the exchange.

"That could be arranged," he replied softly with a nervous shake in his voice before hurrying off to fetch the drinks.

"Now this is that strong spirit that you Aphrodite girls have!" Vicky said, "We love that!"

Wendy chimed in, "Yeah, you girls just get it! We could never take the FNP marketing teams here. They still have male members that just get in the way."

"Sounds boring," Danica said.

Riya felt uncomfortable with the entire atmosphere. When it was her turn to order she just picked the first cocktail she saw. She looked over to see Eleanor telling a story to Vicky Queendale, who laughed and slapped her knee in response to something that she said. Eleanor passed her phone to her.

Wendy Pearlmore had gone out of her way to sit down next to Claire. It turned out that Claire's mother was her boss, so she was more than happy to ingratiate herself.

Riya felt shut out at the other end of the table. She knew that she had to do whatever it took to fit in.

"Play the game Riya," she mumbled to herself silently.

A feminine voice announced over the intercom.

"I'd like to bid a very warm welcome to you, our VIP guests. Our beautiful, obedient boys will be more than happy to get you anything you need. And now, for your viewing pleasure..."

The ladies all began to holler. Even young Claire was grinning and clapping.

"Yeah, bring out the sexy dumb bucks!" Eleanor called out.

"Please welcome one of our crowd favourites, a young rising star, Chastity!"

All the ladies cheered at the top of their lungs. As red lasers carved patterns through the licentious smoke, a blonde boy strode out from behind the curtain, causing Riya's heart to freeze. With beautiful blue eyes and a perfect physique, he was perfect. Too perfect.

He was definitely her type; more than her type. The young man bore an uncanny resemblance to Dean.

She could feel her will weakening as her eyes washed over that delicious athletic frame. He looked barely 20 years old, but his beauty captivated her. Movement between his legs drew her attention as he strode out onto the table before them. He wore a thin white loincloth which was tussled around by his obscured cock with each step.

He began spinning around the pole in the middle of the table like a graceful gift from heaven as the voice over continued, "This pup loves older femme. Nothing gets him hard like a strong, mature lady. He's a devout femme supremacist who will please a dominant lady all night long!"

The ladies sat around the table and stared at the young male flesh. Riya couldn't tell if it was shock or anticipation. All she knew was that she couldn't look away as he sensually undulated to the baseline of a pop song by Sinboys. The sensual voice of a young man sang the words, "Goddess made me to serve you!"