I'm very like Greta Thunberg. In that both of us don't care how many people have to die in order for us to get our own way. Unlike Greta my real father isn't Satan though. I want to make that clear. We are not related. We simply share the same genocidal tendencies and self centered views. In a lot of ways I don't think she's going far enough. Her current drive to immediately outlaw fossil fuels will only kill around 20 million people. It's a good start, but there are 7 billion on this planet and I hate every single one of them equally. She's going to have to be far more radical in her program of mass slaughter of the poor and defenceless. That's not a criticism. I blame her demonic advisors, most of whom are billionaires it seems. Being a servant of Lucifer pays well.
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Now I've got that out of the way I will continue with another loose thread I've been picking at as my sanity unravels. I've been keeping a close eye on my neighbor. It's not my fault, she should close the blinds properly before she undresses. That two inch gap at the bottom is the perfect aperture for my astronomical telescope. I need to keep an eye out for suspicious behavior. It's my duty as a patriotic citizen. She could be doing anything in her bedroom late at night. Plotting the overthrow of the democratically elected government for all I know. All I can say with certainty is that she should be taught not to shave against the grain. Especially in those intimate areas, like her bathroom. You can't trust anyone these days. Especially young good looking women. On a completely unrelated tangent, I recently discovered that they are floating the idea of using dead men as sperm donors. Harvesting jiz from cadavers?! It can be done up to 48 hours after death, allegedly. They think it may be necessary due to a shortage of sperm donors. I find it impossible to believe there is a shortage of sperm. I've got over 4 gallons of mine in the freezer. Is that not a thing? I'm sure it is. I don't know what I think to be honest. I'm all in favor of sexually abusing the dead, but is this a step too far?
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The seemingly endless party showed no signs of slowing down. Jake had become aware of the core members. Those who were there for the long haul. He'd identified a lot of the butterflies to, who were going from Kameerah to Kameerah trying to work out which one suited them best. Many had retired to the sleeping areas, only to return after a long or short nap. A few had even fallen asleep in the various zones. Including the loud and raucous dance area. Then there were those who were determined to stay awake as long as possible. Afraid they'd miss something? Amara and Toopher were back in circulation. Scarlet was currently straddling the chancellor of Luna University, while they ate each others faces off. He and Pip had parted and then met up again. She'd checked on the nerd herd, finding Ursella and Gungthor had joined them. They were busy throwing around esoteric ideas about the nature of the Never. Debating whether it was an interverse, an outerverse or the innerverse. Not a conversation he wished to join. No offence intended.
There were two people discreetly having sex over there. He'd spotted others who couldn't be bothered to find a bed or other privacy. Remarkably few considering the general atmosphere. Judging by what Scarlet was up to with Toopher and Amara they might be joining the fun some time soon. They were in a 3 person clinch with a lot more flesh showing than their relatively scanty attire permitted. Several decades of monogamy about to expire no doubt. Activity nearer to home drew his attention. Pip was clinging to him very tightly. Time for bed he thought. He swept her up in his arms. While hers wrapped around his neck.
Now it was a case of finding a bedroom. Casting around for a guide he found himself looking at a service droid. It floated before him. The programming on these things was excellent. It didn't even need to ask what he required. Only confirm that it could indeed help him find his room. Pip was pretty light, but the size of this gathering combined with the size of the palace complex meant he might have over reached here. The mechanoid led him out of the discotheque and over to a seeming dead end. A panel slid aside revealing a short passage to an elevator. Once in this the droid retreated. The elevator scanned them. Then asked which of their rooms they wished to go to. The closest one was his apparently. Jake's manly pride told him this was best. His gesture wouldn't have looked as good if he had to set Pip down for a rest.
As it was the lift did its stuff, delivering them to the destination. It's door opening right opposite his allotted room. As he tried to work out how to get in by juggling the young lady, it ran a beam of flickering light across his face. Another door opened before him. Holy shit. This wasn't a room. It was a hotel suite. He'd lived in houses with less total floor space. Luckily it was easy to spot where the bed was. Over there up those steps in the corner. And as he moved towards it the lights came on. While the ones in the living area began to slowly dim. He stopped experimentally. The lights ceased lowering. This living in the future had some benefits. Carefully carrying his beautiful burden he entered the room. It was cooler in here. Gently he laid Pip on the enormous bed. Her eyes were shining and she was panting shallowly. Now should he take her shoes off? If she wriggled about too much those heels could tear the sheets.
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Why he was trying to be so quiet as he exited his suite was a mystery. Pip was asleep now. She'd had a tiring day or three. Was there any point in locking it? If there was a point how exactly did he do that? He could have asked it of course. He was keeping the noise down though, and asking the damn thing would have like a defeat . Not that there was anyone to hear him. Ah. The elevator. How did you summon it? He waved his arms. Another experiment. An opening was outlined and the panel that hadn't been there opened. Scarlet stepped out. Neither spoke. They were too busy looking at one another curiously. Sifting through possible questions. Weighing up potential answers. He reached out to pull the scanty dress over her nipple.
"That was quick." Jake commented. "Last time I saw you Toopher was between your thighs and Amara was kissing you so hard she could've counted you fillings. Did you wear them out?"
He grinned. She smiled.
"I had the two of them in the palm of my hand. By all rights Toopher she be buried in me right now and my tongue should be buried in Amara. At least that's what I'd planned."
"What the hell happened?" Jake exclaimed in disbelief.
"You did. Kind of. We were about to get a room, or find a nice cupboard. I could have had them both right there, but it would have been a lot more sedate than I wanted. Public sex is fine, but we couldn't have got really creative without knocking over drinks. I'd done all the hard work to. Which I really enjoyed, to put it mildly. Toopher and Amara know which buttons to press. So I was more than up for it. And obviously I'd brought them to the perfect boil. But then it was like I'd done this already. The next part was going to be really easy. Pretty strenuous physically, but all downhill. There was no challenge. Then I found myself thinking of you."
Jake chuckled.
"True. It's not like I'm going to put up any resistance am I? So no challenge there."
Scarlet slapped at him. Then again. A few more times for good measure before she put her arms around him and drew him close.
"No you idiot. I thought why am I going out for beautifully cooked prime steak when I've got rancid dog meat back at home?"
"Oooo. The compliments keep raining down. Am I blushing?"
"Not yet, but you will be when I've finished with you. I've got a raging fire burning within me and I need your hose to put it out. So come on let's get in there." Her eyes directing him suggestively
He quickly glanced back at the door.
"Ah right. Tiny problem. Pip's in the bed. Sleeping." He winced.
"Oh my God. Have you been banging her, while my back was turned?" She huffed.
It didn't seem likely, but he had to ask.
"Are you jealous?"
"No. You know that already. We really aren't the possessive jealous types. And I know that sooner or later you and her is bound to happen. Somewhere down the line. It might take years, but eventually she'll have you right where she wants you. She learned off the best." Scarlet polished her nails.
"No... Surely? What? How? Are you bullshitting me? Don't get me wrong. She's a catch. But Pip could take her pick from hundreds of men."
She stepped past him. Opening the door. Jake stumbled after her.
"The thing is, there are men you bang because they are damn near irresistible. So good looking you can't ignore any opportunity. They are also quite dangerous. Then there are men who you bang, because they are always there for you. They're safer."
"Which type am I?" He groaned. "Are you sure about this? I mean I'm pretty dangerous."
"Not to her you aren't. Not to me either. I think that's the reason why I'm here and not astride Toopher. Don't get me to describe his type. If I go through all the different types we'll be here all night." She shoved him onto the couch and grabbed his tie.
"What happened to the chancellor and his wife then?"
"I handed them off to Morag and Hermes. Right now they're taking full advantage of all my hard work. They were so hot to trot I could have passed them on to a couple of badly watered pot plants."
Scarlet eased herself between his legs.
"So you want to do it here then?"
"We'll start here then move on to the other bedroom. I suppose we could do it next to Pip, but the amount of noise we're going to be making, it would wake her up."
"The other bedroom? What other bedroom?"
She bent down to kiss him. Softly at first. Then more urgently as she undid his tie.
"This place has got variable geometry. All we have to do is press a button or ask. You should know this. Do you read anything?"
"I've been really good at that recently. I didn't fully understand what variable geometry meant. Or that it applied to every room."
"It doesn't. We're guests of honor. Now you can do me the honor of getting me out of this dress."
As promised they made a lot of noise, before eventually falling asleep. Then when they woke up they decided to make some more noises. There was a tapping. Accompanied by a loud clearing of the throat. Jake paused in his efforts. Scarlet bit down on the pillow. Stifling her mirth as he covered his ass.
"When you two have quite finished. I've ordered what I'm choosing to call breakfast. Join me if you want. Whatever you do don't look Jake. You might see my nipples."
Jake grabbed the other pillow, throwing it at her. Pip giggled as she dodged it.
"I've already seen quite enough of them thanks. That dress you were wearing made sure of that."
"No it didn't. I was wearing an uplifting bra."
"Oh shit. It must be Hermes' nipples I'm thinking of then."
"Daisy commenced her perambulation several hours ago. Just to let you know."
With that she left. Jake looked down quizzically at the laughing woman beneath him.
"What the hell is a perambulation?"
"I thought you said you were reading the data packets?"
"I skimmed them. Okay? Must have missed that part."
"It means she's started her tour of everywhere. Now where were we?"
"Are we on the clock here?"
"Well the food is being kept warm. I've been knocked out of my stride, but if you put a bit of extra effort in I can get warmed up again very quickly. And finally Daisy will arrive here last. So not really. Take all the time you need."