Cat Lady on a Hot Tin Roof Ch. 11

Cat Lady on a Hot Tin Dolls House

Chapter Eleven

EMILY ON STAGE AGAIN

Emily could hardly believe it when she woke up and saw it was 1:30 in the afternoon. I must have been very tired, she thought.

Someone was knocking at the door.

They are coming to take me to auditorium to be auctioned. I hope they don't let all the bidders watch. I just cannot bear the thought of Jones giggling through the whole thing before I am sold to be used as a sex slave for twelve whole years. Twelve years, if I live through all that sex and all those pregnancies that is.

The knocking became louder and Emily heard a muffled voice through the door say, "Sorry, Emily, but you just can't stay in bed any longer."

Emily looked around and saw there was not a stich of clothing in the room. Well, obviously I don't need clothing now, really not again until 2078.

Betty Jo looked stern when Emily came out. "Come on, we have to get you on stage."

Emily walked into the auditorium like she was going to a guillotine and saw to her horror that Professors Coolidge and Jones were there as well as many others. She was surprised, though, to see Nora was also on stage, nude, with a sardonic smile and displaying herself without a shred of modesty. Nora even swayed her hips, held up her breasts as if they were prizes, and smiled to the crowd. Emily saw Woods Helm in the first row which threw her for another loop.

"We make a big ceremony out of announcing the woman who will be auctioned as the free use sex object, as though she won a grand prize," Betty Jo said to Emily as she went up on the stage and stood there without a stitch of clothing or pride. Nora gave her a little smile of superiority while Emily was doing her best not to break down entirely in tears of self-hatred.

"And now, Ladies and Gentlemen," Robert Gelt said, "It is time to announce which of these two incredibly lovely and hot women will be auctioned off as a free use sex object for, can you believe it, twelve whole years. That's twelve years of being used for sex without any ability to say 'No.' Twelve years of fucking and breeding. Can you believe that such a beautiful woman as either Nora or Emily would become so available for everything for so long?"

No, I can't believe that I agreed to this, Emily thought.

Gelt paused for dramatic effect before saying, "And the woman who will be auctioned, as selected under the rules designed by the participants in this auction event, including the women standing here in all their luscious nudity, is none other than the former Yoknapatawpha County High School prom queen, Miss Mississippi, and Old South University Homecoming Parade Queen - NORA TALMADGE."

Nora did not pretend to be surprised. She acted as though the voters obviously would choose her and she had expected to win yet another beauty contest.

Emily was confused and relieved. Woods came up stage. He barely glanced at Nora. Instead, he helped Emily put on a robe and whispered in her ear, "I will explain everything I know in the break before my former wife, who they are already calling by her maiden name, is sold to be a sex worker until she is in her 40s."

EXPLANATIONS

Woods led Emily to a side room off the auditorium. "As you were told and as you saw, these selections for the woman to be auctioned involve a great deal of conspiracies, back-stabbing and negotiations. This one involved more than most. I trust you will keep everything in strictest confidence?"

"Yes, it's not like I am proud of my role in this. You can be sure I will not tell anything to anyone," Emily replied.

"Nora surrendered," Woods said. "As a piece of useless information, you would have been the one sold if she had not surrendered. Nora did come in close. I don't know which of you is more beautiful, but education, curtesy and sanity do count for something.

"Also, and this is interesting, all the guys who went to bed with Nora said she was great during the sex, but they were depressed afterward. All the guys who had sex with you said that you were the nicest person they'd ever met and that they felt good about themselves, were encouraged about the future of humanity, or something else like that, as a result of having had sex with you."

"I guess I knew the XYY fraternity people were working so hard to get me to surrender for some reason."

"Yes, they knew that Nora was about to fold and wanted you to agree to be the sex slave first. The frat and the Everleigh definitely wanted you, the frat wanted only you.

"The guys on the Rising Sun knew that if they wanted Nora, they'd probably have to get her to surrender. They even called me at the office last night to talk to Nora."

"At 1:00 or whenever it was?"

"I work late sometimes."

"Why did they think you could help them? It's not like you've been much of an influence over Nora, at least not lately."

"Nora said last night that she went into the FUSO contract and auction mad at me, at herself, and at you. She knew that XYY was after you and thought at the start of the auction that the final choice would come down to you and Crimson."

"That's funny, I thought it would come down to Crimson and Madison and then I thought it would come down to Crimson and Nora."

"Yes, but you are too hot, and Crimson's daddy didn't want a sex slave in the family.

"According to Nora, getting further into the voting, she started thinking her life was at a dead end and, even with the money she'd get from participating, she did not have a better option for her life than isolation, social suicide and twelve years of being a sex slave. She'd get to have sex all the time and didn't have to make any decisions. She could say that she did not take the risk of becoming a FUSO because she's a slut but because she wanted to help some women get through college and unexpectantly became the FUSO because of Crimson's father.

"Nora also decided she had no reason to be mad at you and started to feel bad you'd been led into participating. At least that is what she said. Nobody, probably including Nora, knows why she surrendered. I think part of it was that she did not want to come in second in a beauty contest.

"Nora wants everyone to believe that she got into the thing for noble reasons. Also, no one is ever to know that she surrendered, particularly not because she had no better idea of what to do with her life than to be a sex worker on one of the boats."

"I like to think the best of people that I can. I will believe the Nora surrendered to save me. But, Woods, how were you involved in Nora's surrender?"

"Nora wanted me to promise something."

"To take care of the children, to get rid of the governess she doesn't like?"

"No, Nora made me promise not to marry you or even go to bed with you for five years or she wouldn't surrender, and you'd probably go to the frat house or the Everleigh for constant use as a free use sex toy and breeder for twelve years.

"Of course, we did not know how the vote would come out when I made that promise but Rogson thought you'd probably get the most votes. Nora told me about the fourth-round vote totals and Rogson said all they guys who went to bed with you were in love with you. Of course, he also said that Nora was really much prettier and sexier than you, but that one can't account for tastes."

"I didn't know that you and I getting married was ever under consideration," Emily said.

"I did not either, but Nora thought so and resented you from the day she met you. I don't know why. Maybe, she hated you because you got out of college and became a professor. She was an English major too, but she left college and there was nothing for her to do but marry a boring man and become a housewife and a socialite in a tiny world.

"When she realized that you were also capable of tearing up the sheets like a vixen on our big night in New Orleans, she completely flipped out and agreed with her mother to join the little Enslave-Emily project with Virginia, Rutledge, Calhoun and Knox. As I said, she came back in the end to not hating you and feeling guilty, but she still doesn't want us marrying right after she is sold.

"The national XYY organization knew it had to do something. Then, Virginia, Calhoun and Knox decided after reading your Temple Drake blog to try to make you the house sex slave of XYY so the boys would have someone to rough fuck instead of Old South Coeds which was getting them into big trouble. They did not have a good plan as to how to make you into a sex slave and were lucky to get as close as they did. Nora participating the auction event was no part of their original idea. But from the time they offered you a visiting lecturer job, they were looking for a way to get you to become a sex slave of XYY."

"You mean the whole lecture series and seminar, that they pretended to believe was great literary education, was just designed to lure me down here to be fucked regularly without concern for my wishes, by 40-50 unruly frat guys as well probably as Randall Calhoun and the rest of the XYY national board of directors?" Emily said on the verge of tears.

"Oh, please, don't drown in wounded pride and self-pity. If all they wanted for the frat was a house whore, they could have gotten that a lot easier. Hell, Madison would have worked just fine, she would have been a lot cheaper and they could have voted for her. No, they wanted a very smart, personable, beautiful, sort of responsible, and incredibly sexy woman who could get the guys to do their homework and improve their writing by giving her body along with grammar and writing style tips. Your blog indicated to them that you were turned on by the idea of being a sex slave and they really liked that.

"If it worked out with you at Old South U., they were going to try find women to place in other XYY houses across the country. That frat has been banned from a few schools.

"Getting back to last night, Nora also said that I should tell you to listen sympathetically to the offer that she knows Calhoun, Rutledge, Knox and Virginia will make to you in a few days. I think she feels guilty about scotching her mother's plans, but I have never understood Nora's mind. Plainly, she has a lot of conflicting desires.

"Now, let's go back and watch the auction."

"Do you really want to watch the auction of your ex-wife?"

"No, I want to fuck you, but I promised Nora not to do that until 2071."

THE AUCTION

Emily and Woods arrived late. Nora was back on stage after a short break. The bidding was going on. The unserious low bidding was over and there were a number of times-outs being called by the serious bidders to allow them to call back to corporate headquarters to get further authority.

Nora was there on stage with a proud demeanor showing herself off like the incredible item she was. Emily again wondered how anyone could have thought that she was as attractive as Nora. Black hair, deep blue eyes, flawless pale skin, dark nipples, tall with ample everything and perfect legs, bids for Nora were getting close to what Loretta Alt had brought. Emily heard one guy say into his cell phone "she's not a movie star but everyone knows her in our market, and she couldn't be any hotter without causing the stage to catch fire and it's for twelve fucking years."

For $50 million, the Rising Sun put a fur coat on Nora and led her to a limo for the drive to the brothel that they operate next to the dock for their boat. Nora was clearly proud she brought in the same prices as the movie star. Under the deal, this gave Emily $5 million.

"My refusal to pay Nora's $20,000 gambling debt looks pretty stupid doesn't it," Woods said. "But she's worth a lot more to the Rising Sun than she was to me."

"Nora might have been right to leave a husband that felt that way," Emily replied.

"She was right," he admitted.

OPENING NEGOTIATIONS WITH XYY

Despite what had happened, Emily still had to return to the Talmadge Mansion in Poknapatawpha to pack and decide what she was going to do. With her share of the ante for the auction, the money from the votes for the FUSO, and her share of the money from the auction that did not go to Nora or Servants Service Corp., Emily figured she had enough money in 2066 dollars to live comfortably for about eight years, but she soon learned she had no job. North Liberal Arts college had laid her off.

I could take a low-paying high school or junior college teaching position and use my millions to take nice vacations, Emily thought. Well, no, probably not, with the closure of so many small colleges, I probably can't get any teaching job. Few can afford to go to college anymore. The student loan programs were all killed forty years ago.

Her relationship with Virginia Talmadge was, to put it mildly, badly strained. She would not be staying much longer with Virginia.

Emily made plans to leave town with her cat Bessie to go to her old apartment in Ohio after the various checks had cleared and been put in some sort of safe investments. That would take weeks. In the meantime, she'd stay in her room as much as possible with Bessie; and avoid Virginia.

Emily spent some of her free time reading the book by Angela Assad, "20 Years a Sex Slave," about a woman who was an indentured free use sex object on the Rising Sun from 2045 until 2065.

It seems Assad generally enjoyed the sex, did not mind the pregnancies, thought being fucked while her breasts were pumped was hot, and only hated a few of the customers. Assad said that if she could have changed one thing it would have been to be able to tell management not to re-book her with clients who were deliberately abusive. A bit of well-meaning abuse was fun, but some guys went out of the way to make Angela's experience unpleasant or cause her regrets.

Woods helped Emily collect her money and make other arrangements for being a moderately wealthy person without a job or any job prospects. "The banks always manage to hold onto money longer than would seem necessary," Woods said. "Of course, they are collecting interest every minute their sticky fingers have the money.

"Banks and others will try to get you to take a quick deal that looks good. Take $1,000,000 now and don't wait for the $1,500,000 due to come next week. Many things require perseverance. It is extremely important, Emily, to have patience and to not give in to an early offer even if it appears beneficial. In negotiations, it is the person who maintains focus to the end and holds out for what he wants and then pushes for more that walks away the winner."

Friday, five days after the auction, the ice broke with Virginia. Virginia knocked on Emily's door and asked her to come down to the parlor.

Once Emily had come down, Virginia said, "I know you probably think I'm horrible. I admit I was not honest with you but, as you know, Ralph Talmadge always believed in the XYY fraternity and I do think you are an excellent literature professor. I believed and believe that you could do a lot for XYY and for Old South University and for revival of the literature that we both love."

"You tried to turn me into a sex slave for twelve years. Maybe you built up my confidence if I aspired to be a desirable slave, but I don't know if I can trust anything anyone says about my abilities as a scholar or a teacher anymore," Emily replied somewhat melodramatically.

"That's a very harsh way to put it," Virginia said. "You were never going to be a sex slave. Assuming were had been able to win the auction, you would have been a very special teacher and would have walked away with enough money to retire after the twelve years. Also, from our research and your Temple Drake blog, it was clear that you were just the sort of woman who might enjoy the loving attention of a number of virile men.

"And when all is said and done, we did you no real harm. You now have lots of money that should last you for a while and, unlike my crazy second daughter, you don't have to be on a sex boat and its adjacent brothel for the next twelve years having sex and babies."

"Sure, all's well that ends well. No harm, no foul," Emily said indulging herself in a bit of sarcasm for once.

"In fact, a number of nice men are going to come and visit tomorrow morning. Would you just hear them out?" Virginia said.

"What time tomorrow?"

"9:30"

"I will be dressed for the occasion," Emily said.

Emily spent most of Friday thinking of what she would say Saturday. She did not call Woods Helm. He'd try to get me to be reasonable and responsible, Emily thought. I'm beyond that.

The following morning Randall Calhoun, Godwin Rutledge, Eric Knox and a man who introduced himself as David Sharpe of Sharpe, Sharpe & Fogg arrived. They were all dressed in beautiful seersucker suits and straw hats. After learning that they had arrived, Emily came to the parlor dressed only in the robe she had worn leaving the auditorium in Memphis; worn loosely to reveal parts of her body every time she moved.

As she entered, Calhoun had a double take. He asked, "What does this mean."

"It means that I am going to be completely honest and I expect the same of you. If I sense that you are trying to mislead me again, the discussion is at an end.

"My immodest dress also means that I admit you've all proven your point as to one important thing. I do like sex and Amanda was probably right that I was the second most wild co-ed in the dorm until I decided that it was taking me to the sort of places where Amanda and Nora now are, only with much less money for it than they are getting.

"Tell me this, what would have happened to me if I had been acquired as an indentured servant by XYY?"

"You'd have moved into the frat house and become a free use woman for twelve years. I am certain everyone would have been very welcoming," Calhoun replied.

"Free use 24 hours a day by all 40 or so guys living in the house?"

"Um well, yes, I guess so. We would certainly have let you sleep but we had not worked out all the details of how we would manage you."

"Do you think I would have even survived two years with 40 or so horny young men grabbing and fucking me on a constant basis?"

"There would also have been alums in addition to the 50 current frat members but I'm sure that arrangements would have been made to assure your welfare," Calhoun said. "We would not have allowed you to be, shall we say, fucked to death."

"And they definitely would not have worked you so hard in bed that you could not help students with their studies and even give a course a semester," Virginia said.

"Yeah, that's right," Eric Knox said as though this was the first time that he'd heard anything about Emily providing anything but sex.

"It sounds like I'd have been better off on one of the all-you-can-fuck boats that I heard about on Frau Investigator," Emily said dryly.

"Emily, you have made your point. We did not do all our homework before we sought to obtain your services," Virginia said. "I realize that may sound horrible but there is only so much planning one can do as to how one will handle a bird in the bush so to speak. We would undoubtedly have had many meetings after we obtained you."

"Meetings without me?"

Everyone was silent for a minute.

"Emily, we stand convicted of a certain amount of deceit and poor planning in the past that cost us a lot of money but benefitted you at least financially. Let's look to the future," Virginia eventually said.

"Virginia, Eric, Randall, Professor Rutledge and Mr. Sharpe," Emily began, "I have given much thought to the future, but, first, do you know if there are any of the XYY frat members at the house during the break. School starts again Monday."

"I stopped by today and the two members who were with you Saturday were there because they could not go far given the time they spent in the festivities in Memphis," Calhoun said.

"Perfect," Emily said, "call them up and ask if they would like to come back here for some more fun, new and old fun."

"I'm sure they would," Calhoun said.

Calhoun called one of the two guys.

"As they get here, we can talk," Emily said. "I came out of the auction game safely and profitably through dumb luck after thoughtlessly drifting into taking the risk of becoming a breeding sex object for twelve years. Since getting that break, I have thought seriously about what I want out of life and what I think you want from me.

"I am willing to meet you part of the way regarding tutoring and sex. We can discuss that. However, I have a list of eight non-negotiable limits. Do you wish to hear the list?"

"Sure," Calhoun said. "We still want you. A lot of the members will be very disappointed if you don't come to XYY. The two guys who met you Saturday night said you were the most wonderful woman they could ever imagine."

"You aren't helping our bargaining position, Randy," Sharpe said.

"I have written the list of my eight conditions down, but I will read it to you," Emily said.

"One, non-negotiable, a full professorship in the English and World Literature Department of Old South University with full tenure, a salary commensurate with other professors with my level of experience, and health care and other benefits that professors receive. I will teach at least one class per semester on a subject of my choosing.

"Two, seven days a week, twenty-four hours a day of being a free use sex object is ridiculous. I will have Sunday to myself plus the night before I teach class, which shall not be Monday. I can tutor XYY students for two hours before I become free use from 7PM to 11 PM other days.

Three, I am not to be taken outside the house to have sex, work parties, or display myself at that accursed Petting Zoo, or anywhere else unless I agree.

Four, except during the time I am free use in the frat house, I am to be treated with all the respect owed a professor of Old South University.

Five, the agreement will not go twelve years. That precludes me doing much else in life. Let's say five years and re-negotiate if there is to be an extension and under what terms.

Six, to accommodate the free use sex, I will have a comfortable room in the frat house with a king size bed. To have some life outside the frat house, the frat will rent a modest apartment for me and Bessie in the neighborhood.

Seven, no one will hurt me or Bessie my cat.

Eight, to lessen my load as a free use sex object for the whole house, provide an education for the members as to how to please a mature woman, and to make sure that Virginia Talmadge keeps her mouth shut about these arrangements, Virginia Talmadge will be a free use sex object at the house for two nights a week and right now, before further discussions, will be exhaustively fucked by the two young men now on the way here while I film the whole thing.

"WHAT," Virginia exclaimed while Eric Knox laughed, and Calhoun hyperventilated. Mr. Sharpe just smirked.

After a minute, Virginia asked, "Why should I agree to that?"

"Could you amend your demand to insist I fuck her too," Knox said sneering.

Ignoring Knox, Emily answered, "You will agree to do it for three reasons; to apologize to me for misleading me for months, to help Old South University acquire an excellent and dedicated literature professor who will calm XYY down, and because you really want to do what I am asking for, you lovely mature leacher."

Virginia pretended to think about it before saying, "Yes, I will do it for the good of the school and my beloved husband's old frat. I think it's my duty to serve at the fraternity."

"Where your first child was conceived." Emily said.

"How did you know that?" Virginia said.

"Just a guess. I noticed you didn't display any diploma for you among the documents in your family shrine in the room next to my bedroom, and that you had your first child about six months before you were to graduate and about seven months after the marriage license and wedding pictures on your wall. You looked beautiful in your dress and did not show a baby bump at all. You probably don't know who the father of the child was, certainly not the old guy you married."

"I guess I should remove some of the dates in that part of my family history and shrine," Virginia suggested.

Professor Rutledge was about to speak when there was a knock at the door. Then he shot off, "we will all think about this overnight, but my initial reaction is that the Department and the university can agree with many of Professor Fuchs' requests subject to working out the details of who will pay what and other matters. While what professor Fuchs requests is not what we sought, not having to participate in the auction did save the fraternity millions of dollars with which it can more than compensate the university for the professor's salary requests."

"And she's even generously providing a substitute FUSO for the two nights a week that she won't be at the frat fucking," Eric Knox threw in.

"Let's not say more gentlemen at this time," Sharpe said. "Professor Fuchs, we will be back to you with our thoughts on your proposals tomorrow. There is a big event tonight in Holly Springs in which a number of people will be participating."

As Virginia opened the door, Emily said, "Hello, Lance and Todd," and stood and smiled broadly while doing a little shimmy. "There is an important task for you to perform that will help your school and your fraternity. It is similar to the task you performed last Saturday."

"That sure wasn't too much of a burden," Todd said.

"Well, we need each of you to do with Mrs. Talmadge here what you did with me on Saturday except we don't have any fancy cameras set up like they did in Memphis. I will have to do a little filming myself."

Todd and Lance looked at Virginia who was throwing out her consider bosom and smiling.

"Seems like a new experience," Todd said.

"Yes, Virginia is very experienced, and, if you'd be so kind, please service her nicely. And afterwards, I'd like you both to stay the night with me tonight. It gets so lonely here during Spring break don't you think?" Emily said.

Virginia Talmadge was not at all timid in her approach to Lance and Todd or the least inhibited by Emily being there filming. While Emily was careful not to film the young man's faces, she got lots of footage of Virginia bouncing up and down on Lance and of her gleeful and then ecstatic face as Todd served her doggie style.

While Virginia's breasts, tummy, hips and face may not have looked as they did when she pulled a train at XYY at age 20 in 2025, they were pretty damn good even in 2066.

THE DEAL

Emily did not know what to think when she heard noises about 8:00 AM Sunday. She got up and went downstairs in her bathrobe to see Rogson and Nora having breakfast with Virginia in the kitchen. Virginia was also in a bathrobe while Nora was wearing a man's dress shirt, tied up under her breasts, and cutoff jeans.

"Good morning, Nora, I did not expect to see you here," Emily said.

"Good morning, Emily. No, I am not getting ready to go to church, but the Rising Sun could hardly deny me a short visit to see my mother and make some arrangements after having me do little but fuck the last week."

"Nora was one of the stars at the special event at the Petting Zoo last night," Rogson mentioned. "With her being so close to the Talmadge mansion, it seemed convenient for her to stop by here, particularly as she wanted to thank you for involving her mother in your discussions with XYY."

"You mean, Nora thinks her mother being a free use sex object for the fraternity two days a week was a good idea," Emily responded.

"An excellent idea given all she's wanted and gotten you and me involved in," Nora said. "Mother needs the stimulation and deserves the humiliation."

Virginia looked embarrassed but responded, "I did not tell you that you should participate in the auction and you don't look too unhappy about being an indentured servant on the Rising Sun."

"I'm not so far, in fact, I'm having the time of my life," Nora said. "I even enjoyed last night at the Petting Zoo although I was embarrassed as all hell as it seemed every guy from my high school that I'd turned down was there to feel me up, call me a whore and a slut and prove it to the world's satisfaction. I was surprised how many of the class assholes, creeps and nerds had made enough money to buy the right to take me in the back room and fuck me. And somehow, I relished my humiliation. Is that sick or what?"

"At least you got away from Woods," Emily chimed in.

Nora gave Emily a dirty look and they all made small talk and drank coffee with chicory for a while.

The doorbell rang to reveal the beginning of a veritable circus of visitors.

First, Sharpe, Calhoun, and Rutledge came in. It was expected that they would come with a proposal for Emily to work at Old South U. and XYY.

"It seems a number of people are not making it to church this morning," Emily said.

"Yes, that is regrettable," Sharpe said, "but we have conferred, and we can agree to most of your terms," Sharpe said, "but we hope all the terms are not entirely non-negotiable as we have other ideas.

"First, we don't think that there is any point in you tutoring on Friday or Saturday. XYY members can't be expected to focus on anything but drugs, sex and what they call music on weekend nights. We propose that you instead be a free use sex object from 7:00 PM until 2:00 AM Friday and Saturday nights. No limits on how many times you have sex, but you can call a time out if you are tired or sore.

"You can have Sunday to yourself and the day before you teach. You will tutor for four hours and be a free use sex object for four hours on the three nights other nights as you proposed."

Emily realized that the sex to tutoring ratio had gone up considerably from her original proposal, but Eric Knox had reached into her robe and begun very expertly fondling her breasts which made it more difficult to think and more easy to surrender. Also, she was getting horny as hell thinking about all that sex. I really should have seen if Woods could come here this morning, she thought.

"So, during the school year, you will tutor for four hours three afternoons a week and be free use, not outside the frat house, 7 to 11 on the days you tutor and 7 to 2 AM on Friday and Saturday. All your other terms are fully accepted," Sharpe said.

Eric Knox had worked his hand between her thighs.

"Now, you just have to sign here, and the five-year deal is consummated," Sharpe said. Nora giggled.

"Oh Lord," was all Emily gasped out before the doorbell ran again. Knox withdrew his hand just before Emily would have orgasmed.

After Virginia opened the door, in came Captain Maffitt, David, one of the men with whom Emily had had sex Saturday, another suit, Amanda and no less than Loretta Alt.

Lance and Todd who had come downstairs and into the room in their boxers, could hardly contain their excitement. Todd's erection was sticking out forcefully from his boxers although he had thought he was drained by Virginia the previous afternoon and Emily during the night.

Emily looked shocked by the crowd. Nora explained, "Amanda and Loretta were with me at the Petting Zoo. It was a huge Saturday night blow out."

"It was an orgy of high-priced talent," Calhoun said. "I don't think the Club has seen anything quite like it."

The suit introduced himself as Percy Kuppler, of Zuhaelter, Lude, & Kuppler, P. C., before saying, "Professor Fuchs, the Everleigh Entertainment Corporation is bitterly disappointed it was impossible to acquire your full-time services by auction. However, after discussing the matter with the principals of XYY, we believe we can make you a five-year offer that will be beneficial to the Everleigh, XYY and you.

"Working together with XYY, we propose that you entertain on our boat in New Orleans during the last five days of mardi gras, from Friday through Fat Tuesday every year.

"But that is not all, during the Summer, as you know, it is far too warm in the South. People who can afford it, go to northern Canada. Working again with XYY, we would retain you to work in Churchill, Manitoba from mid-June until school starts again at Old South at the end of September. You would teach one summer class in American literature, tutor students who needed summer help, and entertain our clients during that period. Necessary adjustments will be negotiated as needed to allow for comfortable pregnancies and lactation.

"While you are in Churchill, the rules will be somewhat different. Birth control is allowed as well as sexual practices that are illegal sodomy here. Amanda says you were known to give excellent blow jobs in college. We are prepared to offer $50,000 per mardi gras and $400,000 for your two and a half months in Churchill."

Emily asked where Churchill was and learned it was on Hudson Bay. "It used to be the polar bear capital of the world before polar bears became extinct in the wild," Mr. Kuppler said.

Loretta and Amanda said that they would also be in Churchill from June through September and looked forward to seeing her.

By this time, David, the gigolo from the Everleigh, and Eric Knox were both working on her and the David's cock was inches from her pussy as Messrs. Sharpe and Kuppler presented documents for her to sign to agree to everything that XYY and the Everleigh had offered. Emily had a pen in her hand.

Meanwhile, Loretta Alt had taken it on herself to give Todd an experience to remember by pulling down his boxers, pushing him onto that floor and taking him into her quim as she sat on him. Amanda decided she could not be upstaged and did likewise with Lance.

All Emily had to do was sign a couple papers and she'd soon be on her bed again with both David and Eric Knox giving her pleasure.

But then somehow Woods voice came into her head. Part of her brain said, no damn it, Woods get out of my head. Another part of her brain remembered she had sled into participating in the auction and nearly found herself a sex slave for twelve years.

But no, Emily did not cancel the whole deal and become a high school teacher in Michigan City. Instead, Emily sat up and said, "stop, I have to read both these things."

Forty-five minutes later, Todd and Lance could not believe their luck as their drained bodies recovered from being milked dry by two experts in the field.

Emily was insisting on a few changes. "I have to be able to have my cat in Churchil and I will retain a right with regard to both XYY and Everleigh to refuse to have sex with men who I believe have been deliberately physically or psychologically abusive. I promise I will not exercise that right unreasonably."

"But that sort of violates the whole idea of being a 'free use sex object,'" Kuppler said.

"Yes, you are right, so we should not call me a free use sex object in either agreement. Let's just say that during the periods I am providing sexual services, I am a sex worker, or, if you'd rather, a whore. Better a whore than a slave.

"Also, I'd like a trip to Paris once a year where I'll give a lecture on American literature at the Sorbonne. I'm sure you can arrange that, Professor Rutledge."

After a short conference, both the representatives of XYY and the Everleigh decided that they could live with Emily's changes and David and Eric Knox took Emily to a bedroom to finish what they had begun. Although she'd had Lance and Todd numerous times the previous night, she managed to enjoy David and Eric also.

I guess I really do like sex, Emily thought.

EMILY'S LIFE

Despite the discovery of the blog, Emily decided to keep writing without even changing passwords. A month after moving into the fraternity house and her new apartment, Emily wrote, "It appears this will work out. I am working on preparing for the class I will give in Canada this summer. For now, I am enjoying another form of teaching.

"First, this arrangement is teaching the guys about democracy and self-governance. They have appointed a frat committee to schedule how I am used during my free use periods.

"So far, they have me teaching a short class on 20th Century American literature on Wednesday morning. On Monday, Wednesday and Thursday evenings I tutor from 3:00 until at 7:00 they have had me do a strip tease in the common room for those who want to watch. Students who want to study can go to the library or work in their rooms. I am fondled a bit between 7:00 and 8:00 and there are three hours of non-stop copulations.

Friday and Saturday, I am the center of action form 7:00 to 2:00. I lose count after my third or fourth guy and second or third orgasm.

"The public displays and fondling naturally are more about control and humiliation than sex. Still, with me being about seven years older than them all and a professor, they have been fairly respectful. We will see if that lasts.

"XYY was famous for its lack of scholarship, licentiousness and misogyny. I am sure I haven't cured that in a month. Randolph Calhoun telling everyone that any damage to me may result in me being taken away and will result in expulsion of the guilty member or members from the fraternity has undoubtedly helped.

"I have had each of the guys pricks discharging genetic material into my vagina at least four times now. The sex has generally been competent. All the exercise and orgasms would cause me to lose weight except that I am eating a lot of southern fried delicacies. I have fallen asleep each night in a wonderful sexual comma like I did sometimes ten years ago.

"I should not have been surprised that all of the frat members are much more experienced in bed than one would expect of males their age. I have Crimson and a number of other coeds to thank for that.

"Many of the guys have asked questions as to how to please me that they say they would have been reluctant to bring up with other females. Giving out this information has been to my immense benefit in the short run and I am sure is making the world a better place for numerous women at Old South.

"Some of the guys have regular girlfriends and may have been with other women during the week. They are not supposed to talk about my sexual services outside the frat. I'm sure it will eventually come out. It will be denied indignantly by all the guilty parties, including me.

"I have met a few of the parents of the members. A few of them seem to realize that I am providing more than grammar tips at the fraternity. Calhoun told me not to worry about the mothers of members as half of them conceived their first child at XYY and the parents of members of XYY are all very tolerant of promiscuity or they would not have sons in XYY.

"I am going to Canada before I have been here a full six months. This means, under the rules of the national reconciliation, that I can continue to use contraceptives until I have been here sixth months after coming back in September.

"About next April, though, I will be having sex with a fair chance of getting pregnant. Strangely, that excites me as much as it scares me. There is nothing more feminine than pregnancy."

2074 -- AN EPILOG OF SORTS

Readers all know that "And they all lived happily ever after" cannot be true if for no other reason than that people eventually die. This story is fiction, of course, and rather silly fiction at that. Thus, every reader is free to make up their own ending if they don't like mine.

Here, though, is where the participants in the seminar are seven years after the auction of Nora Talmadge.

Emma and Sophia got older and did more of what they were already doing except that they both acquired more grandchildren.

Virginia Talmadge found that although she had to use more lubricants, it was still plenty fun to fuck at age 67. She picked up her pace both as FUSO at XYY and as an entertainer of men her age. "I'll live until I die," was her motto.

Christine Lind moved to Milwaukee with her children. She just did not want to live in the south anymore or for her children to continue to go to a private religious school. Public schools in Yoknapatawpha were abolished in 2030 by the Free American States under God and were not reopened after the national reconciliation. Having public schools would mean having to agree on a curriculum.

Blake Cabot returned to Boston with Codi Talmadge following her. Codi loved Blake with passion. Blake tolerated Codi's attention. After about a year, Blake broke Codi's heart by deciding to marry a rich guy with a big yacht and a big dick. Blake maintained her feminist principles and taught the history of gender at Green University but, as of 2073, had two children and decided that the D. A. R wasn't so bad after all.

After being dumped by Blake, Codi returned to Yoknapatawpha, got a master's degree in psychology, and decided that she was not really a lesbian. She could go both ways. This led her to decide to become a tutor and free use sex object at XYY four nights a week. It turned out she was her mother's daughter in terms of enjoying sex in both variety and quantity.

Of course, Codi got pregnant but XYY had developed painless and convenient ways to find good families for babies in the many low birthrate parts of the world. Later, Codi married a male psychology student and moved to Iowa where she teaches at a small college and has a daughter with her husband.

Kimmy went on to become a high school English teacher. She married a nice man, had 2.1 children and moved to New Jersey where she and her husband did not have to have more children than they wanted.

Madison eventually became a professor at New South University where she teaches sociology. She lives with Professor Coolidge, who got a job in 2066 at New South University through a deal involving XYY and New South U. that Professor Coolidge will not discuss. Madison pretends not to be interested in men except when taking vacations in places where birth control is legal.

Donna lives in New York as a wealthy dilettante. As of 2074, she refuses to go anywhere close to Yoknapatawpha.

After her brothers saved her from the auction, Crimson was told in no uncertain terms that she would be disinherited unless she married a friend of her father's, a prominent politician thirty years her senior.

While pretending to her father that she was fine with the marriage, Crimson confided to her fifty something fiancé that she would run away, live off the money she had until it ran out, and become a street prostitute if he was unwilling to compromise. He told her he was gay and was just looking for some arm candy to take to events and he would welcome her having discrete sex and even children with men who did not look too much unlike him.

Since her marriage, Crimson has had two lovely children that look like her husband could be the father. They are being taken care of by an indentured servant while Crimson engages in activities that will lead to the creation of more children.

Nora has been a full-time sex worker on the Rising Sun for eight years. She is enjoying not having to think about anything but sex and staying pretty. She is frequently taken to licentious parties at which she has been in the company of Loretta Alt, Loretta Alt's celebrity replacement on the Everleigh who played Angela on Frau Investigator, Amanda, and other notable sex workers. Nora wonders why she did not embrace this lifestyle in the first place instead of wasting a decade of her youth with that boring Woods Helm.

Because of Tennessee law, Nora has had to have children. The Rising Sun delays Nora's pregnancies by having her supply milk for six months pumped from her breasts with the new breast pumps that work much better at delaying pregnancy than the ones around when Virginia first got pregnant.

Nora does not know who adopts the children. Like a mother turtle, her biological role does not include child-rearing.

Nora sometimes worries what she'll do when she is so old that she can't be a sex worker on the Rising Sun anymore. However, she remembers that the money she made off of the auction should be enough to keep her supplied with food, shelter and gigolos for decades.

For Professor Emily Fuchs, the professorship at Old South University and tutoring at XYY has continued. Dr. Fuchs is considered one of the leading experts in the field of 20th Century American literature.

Having at least forty-five lovers a week without contraceptives when she got back to Old South after her first stint at Churchill, Emily got pregnant shortly after she began ovulating. She could probably have aborted the fetus discretely when she went to Canada in Summer 2068, but she elected not to do so.

However, after five years and having two children, Emily and XYY reached a new agreement that cut free access to Emily for sex to only a few days a month when it was certain she was not fertile. Emily wanted to get married and start a normal family.

The fraternity continued to like the concept of a having a tutor and free use woman in the house and expanded it to all of their houses nationwide although not generally acquiring a professor. It was decided that hot graduate students were generally adequate and much cheaper that professors. XYY could acquire the services of two or three grad students for what Emily had cost.

Professor Fuchs husband is boring Woods Helm, of course. They have had one boring child that definitely looks like Woods. They plan to have one more and then move north if it continues to be illegal to use birth control in Tennessee and Mississippi. Woods is pretty sure he could get a job in Buffalo, Cleveland or Detroit handling mergers and bankruptcies.

The Helm-Fuchs marriage has been happy so far because Woods never makes the mistake of failing to do what was necessary to support his wife. This has not been hard.

Woods must be a loving companion, help take care of their child, and have sex with Emily a few times a month when it doesn't interfere with his work. Woods must also allow Emily to 1) focus on literature, 2) have sex with numerous XYY students and alums a few days a month, 3) instruct the graduate students XYY has acquired as to how to enjoy being a free use sex object much of the time without losing one's mind, and 4) have some say in trying to direct Woods and Nora's two teenage children.

Also, Woods must be respectful of Emily's old cat, Bessie, at all times.

The End