Standing at the Crossroads of the Life one did not Expect
Dear mom and dad,
I'm writing to inform you that I've graduated from the Academy. I did the best I could. Soon, I will be interviewed and assigned a position. I've applied to the National Birth Agency. I'm confident you will be asking why.
I don't believe I will ever be able to return. I'm not even sure we'll see each other. I'm sorry. I promise you. I will not disappoint you. This is all I have left to live for.
Once again, I implore you to convince Esmeralda to cease writing to me. Inform her, I will not respond. I have not read any of her letters. There is no, will never be a future for us.
Esmeralda needs to move on. Jonus would be an excellent husband. He is a good decent man. Jonus will be able to give her what I cannot.
When I find time, I'll send you letters. I'm expecting to be placed in one of the Family Centers. One of the smaller ones, I believe. Mom remind Maria and Kaline that their brother misses them. Dad, what I did was for the family and our village. I don't regret.
Leaving home had been difficult. Anguish pursued him during the long years. A constant throb of hollowness. An aching hollowness brought on by the empty void in his life and his solitary heart. Pain akin to losing a vital limb. Without that proverbial limb he ceased being who he had been.
Haunted by the phantom limb that is his beloved family and friends. Recuring guilt is painful salt rubbed into the bleeding wound refusing to properly heal. Lingering sensations of being incomplete dulled during the four years of attending the Academy.
Stubborn knees refused to crumble underneath the crushing weight of guilt. Guilt of being a failure as a son and brother. Found purpose keeps him from being adrift and guideless on the pitch-black sea of life. His failure to be a man can be used. A guiding star.
The National Birth Agency, the government agency, is the gateway to his new purpose. The first step had been leaving home. Left quietly in the dark of the night while they slept. A farewell note declaring his intention had been left on mom's rickety kitchen table.
His dedicated purpose is to ensure his family's prosperity. Safeguard Esmeralda's future of having babies of her own. Which equates to him safeguarding his beloved village's future. All he has is his will and an able body. Carve out a tangible future for Esmeralda and his family.
"Cadet Roach, Valence. Will you please follow me. Supervisor Rosebuds will be personally conducting your interview."
Valence's internal mulling falters. Esmeralda's unforgettable face vanishes like a cursed specter fleeing his mind. Obnoxious persistent feminine fingers had audaciously twined intimately around his own melancholy fingers foolishly dwelling on the past.
A tenacious plague with sunshine bright blonde hair with pink tips. The persistent rash with impressive tits seized her opportunity. Valence's distraction presented the unwanted rash an opportunity to get closer.
Stubbornness pries Valence free from the yearning caress offering reassurance. The rash's unrequited thirst can only be quenched by his cock thrusting hard into her repeatedly scorned hole. Cold indifference refutes her advances.
The source of the voice ruining the moment gleefully watches Valence ignoring his fellow female cadet. A woman festering from being spurned once again.
Valence ignores her to focus on the one guiding him to his future purpose. An annoying cheerful bright smile filled with amused friendliness. The smile pretends Valence is the only person in the waiting room occupied of recent graduates.
The medium-sized waiting room is the bureaucratic definition of bland indifferent functionality. An overworked waiting room painted in thick overlapping layers of drab colors. Colors represent the layers of bloated government bureaucracy.
Valence introduces himself to the gorgeous temptation. The genial vixen easily towers over him. Not a difficult task. Valence is a man of average height with broad shoulders the basis of a sturdy back.
Valence's fellow graduates are his competition. His worthiness needs to be established. The remaining cadets wait for their own interview. Envious eyes anxiously listen. Competitors' eyes dissect Valence's interaction with the vibrant assistant. The escort guides the candidates to the offices determining their future.
The gorgeous assistant is a highlight of brightness shining through the dour overcast of clouds hanging over the candidates' heads. All eyes are instinctively drawn to the startling radiance breaking through the indifference filling the room.
Admiration caresses the slender beauty's curves. Ample round curves on top and bottom with a narrow waist give the vixen an hourglass shape. An oval face of regal beauty rests elegantly on top of a slender neck. A graceful face with beautiful features befitting unforgettable nobility. Bright energetic large round eyes transform aristocratic elegance into friendliness.
Everyone had visually undressed the shapely vixen. A few eyes had violently torn her tight blouse off to obtain access to her impressive breasts. Tits teasingly bounce with each movement the vixen makes. The vixen's perfectly shaped breasts jiggle from each spoken word.
Valence's interaction with the vixen is a series of awkward torment. Directly in front of his eyes is the vixen's exposed cleavage. The vixen's mountainous mounds breath.
The woman's words have a lilted, nearly musical accent. The intriguing accent shapes words into erotic strokes teasing his semihard cock. "Cadet Roach, time for your interview. Supervisor Rosebuds office is this way. Please, follow me."
Valence follows the beckoning woman. Eyes occasionally leer glance at the lush curvy ass walking in front of him. The hypnotic sway of round thick hips encased in a tight skirt ending above her slender knees. A professional skirt molded intimately onto a voluptuous heart shaped ass.
The way the healthy curved cheeks shift and sway with each graceful step the vixen takes. Her curvy ass smirks proudly back at Valence. A teasing wink in the alluring fluidity of a majestic gait. Taunting further attention.
"The supervisor will be interviewing you in a minute," teasing mirth breathes vibrant life into spoken words.
Soft lips speak with a melodic purr vibrating Valence's sensitive balls, "If you pass your interview. I might consider being very generous. Send you nudes. Fill in the gaps in your imagination. Or, even a naughty vid."
Valence's guiding vixen blossoms into a wicked temptress. A temptress who transforms the simple act of opening an office door into a theatrical experience. An experience leaving Valence breathless and harder than before. Opening a sturdy office door will never be this sinfully erotic, again. Valence's eyes greedily enjoy the breathtaking display.
Behind the office door is a surprisingly lavish, for a midlevel government bureaucrat, office. The being occupying the office is an extremely startling sight. Shock ruthlessly hits Valence with a splash of icy cold water.
A woman identical to the one who opened the door sits behind an intimidating desk. The desk ruthlessly dominates a quarter of the office's space. Human Distribution Supervisor Rosebuds is jarringly identical to the vixen standing beside Valence. The HD Supervisor confidently sits behind her imposing desk, wearing an inviting friendly expression.
Valence's distrustful eyes hastily examine their faces. Their bodies. No trace of distinguishing discrepancies can be found. Except for the clothes the identical pair wears, the gorgeous pair appears to be completely identical. Even their hair style is disconcertingly identical.
Are they one of them,
the trumpet warning blares in Valence's mind.
"Cadet Roach, please relax. I assure you. We're completely human."
The brashly spoken bold statement requires substantial proof for Valence's acceptance. The refutable declaration originated from the one behind the desk. Haughty amusement spiced each spoken word.
Valence's guide presses tighter against his tensing body. Soft flesh of inviting warmth of luxuriously giant breasts presses against Valence's head. Aroused fingers glide suggestively down his chest with tender intentions to aggressively massage Valence's slumbering cock. The warmth of breasts presses against Valence's hard cheek refusing to relent.
Ejaculating out loud the hard condemnation, "Exactly, what they would say. Being fashioned from bone and flesh does not make you human."
"Oh, we," a scintillating reassuring purr plays with Valence's ear. The throaty purr vibrates with barely restrained lust. Soft warm breasts rub suggestively against Valence's head. His guide acts more like a cat in heat. Just like they would, the potential artificial woman dares to whisper the same assurance, "We are very human."
"We're identical triplets," the unconvincing explanation comes from the one choosing to remain sitting in the chair. A melodic whimsical explanation intended to titillate while disarming Valence's estranged senses. "Cadet Roach, I assure you once again. We are human."
The last guarantee had been seductively tacked on. An arousing implication designed to soothe anxieties refusing to relent.
Justina Rosebuds, the name of the one sitting behind the desk, abuses her melodic siren call. Justina invitingly coaxes her apprehensive prey into a trusting state, "Valence. My darling, Valence. You can trust us. We're genuinely human."
Blossom grinds affectionately against Valence. Soft breasts press suggestively against Valence's head. Warm inviting lips relish whispering sweetly into his ear, "Our precious sister doesn't work with us. In fact, Gladys is a housewife back in our community. She's a very good girl. There is a rather interesting tidbit you can use to distinguish the three of us."
