Paradise Found Ch 06

Lena

Waiting at the passenger side of my car, I extended my hand to help him down. He accepted, and we strolled toward his front door. Some guys were still too proud to be assisted, but most were getting over it.

Brian, my date for the evening, gave me an expectant smile as I knelt on his porch -- or, more accurately, his mother's porch -- to say good night eye to eye.

Mm, I just wanted to bite those little dimples of his. And maybe have him nibble something of mine...

"I had a nice time tonight."

"Me too. Thanks for dinner Lena."

There was definitely chemistry. Or at least, it seemed like it. Then again, that's what I had said after the last three dates. He was different though. Unlike the other guys, he didn't seem afraid of me. When I caught him checking out my tits, I used my upper arms to surreptitiously push up what I had been blessed with to tempt him into boldness.

The warm light of the porch lamp cast dark shadows across his face as I regarded him with intent, leaving the door wide open for him to lean in and press his lips to mine. I knew the rules though: no contact initiated by the woman. So I played it straight -- it wasn't worth risking my membership.

It seemed as though he was going to take what I had offered, but he pulled back and looked away. Since when was he shy?! Those looks he gave me at the restaurant certainly said otherwise. I tried not to let my disappointment show, but inside I felt the door closing on my chances of getting laid tonight.

Inside, my frustration mounted. Guys used to be so easy!

I pouted at his reluctance, crossing my arms under my breasts to erode his resolve in multiple ways. I'd be damned if I was letting this fish off the hook just yet. He was so close to inviting me in, I was sure.

There was no men's handle on the door, so I wondered if his mom's house was designed with men in mind at all. Some women preferred it when their husbands were dependent on them. Hmm, that's an idea...

"How about I come in for a little bit? It doesn't look like there's anyone home to help you out. I could get the lights for you, if you want."

He demurred, "Hmm, that does sound tempting, but I'll be fine. I'm sorry Lena, you're beautiful, and I really enjoyed talking with you, but I need to take this slow. I hope you understand."

So he wanted to see me again? Hey, at least I wouldn't leave here without prospects.

I nodded sympathetically. "Sure, I understand. I guess I should go then.

"No chance for a goodnight kiss? I sure would love something to remember you by. It would really make this night unforgettable. But it has to be a

real

one this time." My smile was coy as I closed my eyes, hoping he would surprise me.

That seemed to do it. This time his lips planted firmly on my plump bottom lip. As I'd hoped, he forgot that since I was kneeling, my folded legs stuck out a few feet in front of my face, causing him to stumble right into me as he closed in.

His hands went out instinctively, one pressing into my left breast for support. I moaned when he contacted my yielding flesh. Sure, I was playing it up a bit, but if it worked to ignite his passion...

Easily steadying him with a hand, I focused on our kiss. My women's magazines told me how intimidating we can be to guys while kissing, so I let him lead, following as he slowly gained the courage to seek my tongue out with his.

"Mmm" I murmured, licking my lips and savoring the moment with my eyes closed when he retreated. He hadn't taken his hand from my chest. He didn't seem aware that he was massaging me lightly. I giggled a little inside, betting he was enjoying that. I

was

pretty spectacular there.

Suddenly, he pulled his hand back, as if it were scalded. "I-I'm sorry! I don't know what..."

Seeing a smirk on my face instead of anger, he calmed.

"No harm done, cutie. Just a little preview for next time, right? Unless you want to change your mind and invite me in, get a bit more acquainted with them? I can arrange a

private

interview, if you like."

He blushed when I shot him a sultry wink.

"You tempt me!" he chuckled, "but where would that leave me? Just another notch on the old bedpost. Right?"

He turned and labored with the front door before I realized my manners and assisted him like a gentlewoman.

"Brian, I'm not like that. I thought we had a nice time, is all, and I didn't want our night to end so soon. But I can see I'm pressuring you, so I got it; message received.

"Can I call you though? Maybe we could do something next Friday."

He looked over his shoulder and nodded, treating me to another warm smile.

"Definitely, please do. I'll look forward to hearing from you.

"'Night Lena."

"'Night!"

I turned and bounced toward my car, giddy at the idea of having a nice, normal guy as a committed boyfriend. If I played my cards right, I'd be making space for him in the bottom drawer of my dresser within a couple of weeks.

Remembering something, I turned back, "Oh, hey, Brian." The door had nearly closed, but he stopped it with his foot.

"Do you mind checking in with the service for me?"

"Sure, no problem."

I headed home to my single bedroom apartment in the new part of town. When I picked him up earlier, I was pleasantly surprised. Hot guys rarely went about in public anymore, unless they were with their women. Most girls were afraid to let them out of their site for fear they would be stolen -- literally or figuratively. So the standards for attractiveness in unattached men were much lower than they once were.

I wasn't quite sure how a handsome guy like Brian had fallen through the cracks, but I wasn't looking that gift horse in the mouth. Straight dark brown hair, hazel eyes and a nice jawline, he stood a bit shorter than the average man, but three or four inches hardly mattered when anyone he would date would be several feet taller. His had nice shoulders and a slim build; not particularly muscular, but not unattractive.

Sadly, he also had that unfortunate mom-dressed-me look. Yet another aspect that I was finding common in men now that so many of the bachelors had moved back in with mom.

Driving home, I compared him to Alex, as I always did after meeting a new potential lover. Sadly, Elise's man had set an impossibly high watermark for my dates. I desperately hoped that Elise couldn't see how much I wanted him.

I remembered reading an article online today when I was procrastinating at work about what women found attractive in a man, physically. While it was no surprise that women still preferred muscular, lean body types, the article discussed how marginalized the value of men's physical prowess had become in our new women-dominant paradigm. It also touched on certain features that were becoming more sought after by women, according to surveys. Naturally, most of them centered around the ability to bring a woman more pleasure. Obviously, larger sex organs was high on the list. The days of "size doesn't matter" were over.

Right then, what I really wanted to do was call Alex for a little rendezvous. I'd done so on occasion before, and Alex was willing more often than not. Never had I been satisfied like I was with him. I felt my skin flush just from the thought. I was really grateful to have a friend like Elise that would share such a treasure with me.

But of course, we would enjoy no tryst tonight. My little on-again-off-again lover had been missing for a over a week, and I thought about what might have become of him often. Elise was at her wit's end, bending her tack-sharp mind relentlessly to the task of getting him back. Despite my jealousy for her, inside I knew she was a better person than me, and I felt for her during this time.

Walking in, I flipped the lights on and threw my small jacket on the couch. It was late, so I headed into the bathroom to get ready for bed. Pulling the ties out of my hair, I used a half-dozen tissues and cleansers to remove my makeup, and changed into a comfy t-shirt and sweats.

Standing before the mirror, I looked at myself critically. The slightly heavyset girl of my youth was gone. The woman that replaced her now would have been unrecognizable to young Lena. A stunning combination of sultry curves, flawless pale skin, and exquisite facial features, I felt I was being modest saying I would have been a '9' some years ago.

But now? Who could say? Standards for feminine beauty were so much higher that it was difficult to know where I stood. Better than average? Probably. Unforgettable? No.

Trying to consider myself objectively, I pulled off my shirt and turned this way and that. Full, high breasts dominated my chest, and provided a plush foundation for large, bumpy areola and prominent nipples with excellent symmetry. My narrow waist flowed beautifully into child-bearing hips.

The mirror hid nothing, however, and I was not without flaws too. The slight asymmetry of my nose from where I had broken it playing tag in second grade; the way my smile crooked on one side; the thickness of my eyebrows.

But things were not as they used to be, I reminded myself. Women still needed beauty, but wealth, position, and ability to provide were, in some ways, more paramount to gaining a mate of quality. Aside from Brian, the last couple guys I dated were more concerned about my car than my outfit.

In a world full of what used to be pinup model-quality women, we had to have

some

way to set us apart.

My thoughts ran to my family. I still hadn't spoken to them since they turned me out, but I wondered if my mother had become infected at some point. It would have been sad given their absolute terror for what would result from it. Nevertheless, it would have been nothing more than poetic justice, considering how they treated me.

With nostalgia heavy upon my mind, I opened the top drawer of my vanity, and pulled out a small brush. I laid it in my palm, within which it fit entirely. It looked like nothing more than a children's toy to me now, and had lost all practical value as a grooming tool.

My cellphone beeped, indicating an incoming email and disrupting my thoughts. It was from my dating service, letting me know that Brian had checked in. This was important to women now. Most of the older dating services had seen a dramatic rise in women's enrollment with the virus. The insatiable needs of the modern woman had made them a veritable hunting grounds for the now ubiquitous female sexual predator.

Soon, men's participation in these established sites had plummeted, and an enterprising young woman had filled the gap with my current service. The new website had many dating "rules of engagement" for women that ostensibly protected male patrons. Though this would never

guarantee

safety, women wanting to establish a reputation as a gentlewoman who respected men could rely on dating partners to report good conduct. Personally, I had a perfect record, which certainly helped when I requested dates with men I had never met before.

I resolved to call Brian tomorrow afternoon and press him for another date. Alex may never be mine, but I needed a man, and the sooner the better.

***********************

Rainforest sounds escalated in volume until I couldn't help but stir, finally hitting the sleep button on my alarm clock.

I quickly showered and dressed for work, then responded to a text from Elise. In my reply, I told her I had some time this morning to meet up to discuss her latest news.

A small, twisted piece of me hoped this latest experience would somehow be the catalyst to destabilize their relationship. Alex was closer to me than anyone else except Elise.

Feeling dirty for my selfish thoughts, my heart nevertheless jumped at the notion of having him for my own; Brian may have been a pretty face and pretty decent dinner companion, but Alex was the whole package.

Two hours of mind-numbing admin duties had come and gone since I arrived at work that morning. Joining me on the path outside our office building, Elise looked worse than she ever had. She wore no makeup, and her hair was a wreck. Clearly she had only put forth a modicum of effort in grooming herself that morning. This didn't bode well for what she had to tell me.

Turns out, I didn't need to wait long for her to verify this.

I laid my hand on her shoulder, saying nothing, but lending sympathy nonetheless. Standing next to her, I felt terrible that I had ever thought about taking her man from her. I had never experienced the pain she was feeling now, but she wore her emotions on her sleeve for all to see.

Her voice was almost a whisper. "He's gone."

"What?!"

Gone? She was so sure he would be found a couple days ago. Calm down Lena, she needs you right now. A stabilizing force.

"Go on."

"I met with the detective heading up the investigation of his disappearance yesterday.

"The short version is that he was abducted by one of the employees of the gym I attend, who drugged him..."

She paused then, head hanging and hair in her face. Her clenched fist was white as she tried to control her anger.

"Are you?..."

She merely shook her head, regaining a bit of composure.

"Sorry, this is difficult, but you're my best friend, and a good friend to Alex too. I wanted to share this with you."

OK, now I felt terrible for thinking those awful things. Some friend I was... I felt as low as the goose crap she had nearly stepped on as we walked along the path around the pond.

"Go on. I'm here for you."

"He's been sold into slavery. At least, that's what the police think. The woman that took him apparently sold him to the Matriarchy. She confessed when they found drugs and illegal restraints in her vehicle.

"Unfortunately, they have no leads inside the organization. They tell me that they will pursue questioning with other reps from the organization, but they suspect all of this illicit activity would be firewalled from their legitimate business elements.

"Dear God, Lena, I didn't realize things had gotten this bad! 'Male trafficking', the police called it. They're used to pleasure women, many of whom...use them, until they

die

of the rigors of their duties.

"It's

sick

! How did we get here as a race? Don't I feel the same needs as these women? Don't you? We would never dream of doing something like that."

My head hung then. I couldn't look her in the eye. It was too painful. To be reminded by this decent woman who had called me 'friend' and welcomed me within her cherished relationship with her lover. I might have missed what she said next from my overwhelming sense of guilt.

"...no way to find out which one"

"Sorry, what did you say?" I asked.

"They told me that they have no more leads on his location at the present. That he could be at any one of the Matriarchy compounds. Damnit, they're spread all over the United States! He could be a thousand miles from here!

"I tried to get more information, but they were evasive. They wouldn't give me kidnapper's info, and don't have anything on the Matriarchy contact. It pisses me off, but I guess I can't blame them. If they had, I would already have paid her a visit to do something horrible.

"They claim they investigation is still open, and that they will be following up leads as they develop, but I got the distinct impression that they were telling me to give up and move on. It certainly seemed like

they

had.

I thought for a second, determined to bring her some glimmer of hope.

"Hey, at least you know he's alive. Alex is tough. You and I both know that. Most guys aren't like him -- they're soft and weak, and easily hurt by women. Alex isn't. He'll endure, I know it, even if it's only out of a desperation to see you again.

"And think of this -- if they're paying for these men, they have an investment in them they would want to protect. Right?"

She gave me a small smile. The most I'd seen out of her in over a week, not counting when his recovered car had given her false hope.

"You're a good friend Lena."

Again I cast my eyes downward.

"Thank you for talking with me. Seriously, I mean that. There aren't many people in my life that I can share this with."

"So what will you do?"

It was an inspiring thing, to watch someone of such passion and character muster her resolve.

"Find him.

"Even if it takes me thirty years. I'll find him. We will be together again.

"For right now though, I'm going to dig up all I can possibly find about the Matriarchy. I'll do whatever it takes.

Whatever

it takes."

The look of determination on her face gave me a shiver. Did I really think of Elise as sweet and compassionate a few minutes ago? Right now, all I could think was how much I didn't want to be the one to stand between her and her love.

Alex

(3 months later)

Knocking on the large door before me, I paused briefly before reaching up to open it. I'd become accustomed to eye-level doorknobs. My new home featured none of the 'man-friendly' accommodations of mainstream contemporary homes.

"Julie?" I whispered, poking my head in, expecting no reply.

Confirming that she had indeed gone to work, I went back into the hall to drag the laundry basket into the room of one of my new mistresses. I serviced four altogether now, just like all the other unattached males in the compound. Naturally, said services were quite comprehensive.

Each residence housed a typical Matriarchy 'unit': four females and a male. Nothing overlarge or opulent, but they featured all the necessities for comfortable living -- provided you were a woman, of course.

The laundry basket was nearly as tall as me, so I shoved it to spill its contents on the floor. The clock told me I had about an hour until Patricia woke up. If I could finish Julie and Sara's laundry in the next 30 minutes, that should leave me enough time to have her breakfast ready.

Grabbing the stool in the hall I carted around to make my chores easier, I got busy folding.

As it was the first day of fourth rotation, only Patricia had the day off. I was hers for today and tomorrow while my other three mistresses worked. Every two days the women rotated, and I was reassigned to the next woman in my unit as primary mistress.

As I worked, I tried to appreciate the rare moment of solitude. Soft sounds of the birds beyond the window calling to one another were the only intrusion to the stillness of the house. I envied them their happy ignorance as they went about their daily routine, oblivious to the events that had turned the human world upside down. Just the simplicity of finding a partner and raising young, as it had always been.

Shaking myself from thoughts of the past, I focused on the task once more. I'd been down that road many times in the last three months. Those thoughts never led anywhere I wanted to go.

The bright morning sunlight illuminated dust motes in focused beams as they pierced the room. It reminded me that I needed to dust soon. I put the clothes away in her dresser and straightened up a bit, tidying the bed and organizing her shoes. I scanned the room for anything else that needed attention. Her colorful décor and artwork lent the room a cheerful disposition, much like her personality. She had always been kind to me, so I didn't mind doing a little extra for her.

Shutting the door behind me, I hurried on to repeat my tasks in Sara's room.

Laundry finished, I made my way to the kitchen and started to prep breakfast for Patricia. Ten eggs, four pieces of buttered toast, two Kielbasa-sized breakfast sausages, two whole grapefruits, and a half gallon of orange juice. She had an appetite.