A Sluttier America

Another one I spit out while a touch intoxicated. It's too similar to other stories I've published to pursue further, so I'm pretty much laying it out there as-is. Forgive the inevitable errors.

A Sluttier America

It only started ten years ago or so, but the problem had already escalated to unsustainable levels. Men, across the nation, were becoming less and less interested in sex. To better describe it, they'd become less interested with having sex and relationships with real women. There had been many theories on the phenomena: the easy access to porn through practically any medium, as well as advancements in sex-bots and life partner-bots. All this, compounded with less genuine social interaction than previous generations.

The same effects could be seen developing in other nations, too, but America was by far the worst off, perhaps due to being ahead of most of the world in advancing technologies. Some said it paralleled with the obesity epidemic we once had. America saw the problem first, before the rest of the world caught on. However, that problem had been corrected decades ago.

This was much worse. Without enough procreation occurring, people were dying at a rate of three, to every one birth. There had been many talks about forming a national initiative to correct the problem, as at the rate we were going, within twenty years or so, our economy would collapse.

Conservatives argued adamantly against the concept of "test tube baby manufacturing" for religious reasons. The better argument was that while we could in fact produce new babies in laboratories, it didn't solve the problem of who would raise them. A government-backed orphanage was unethical on many levels, and there weren't enough couples or even single people willing to adopt.

"We have to get people interested in having relationships again," cried Margaret Acorn, the Senator from Iowa. She was a conservative, but perhaps one of the rare ones who didn't align with every issue on the GOP platform. She was speaking at an open session on the floor of the Senate. At this time, members were allowed to speak freely.

"We've already pilot tested relationship programs, and classes in our schools and colleges. Free dating credits didn't even help." It was Gerard Williams, the Senator from Georgia speaking now. "I'm not sure what else we can do."

A woman's voice from the back spoke up, but could barely be heard. It was the senator from Washington, Wendy Piles. There aren't many women in the senate compared to their male counterparts, but the urgency on this issue was shared by each of them. Even their male counterparts, who were well aware of this problem and discussed it openly, didn't engage in much sex with real women themselves. They were as guilty as the rest of the men in this nation. Aware of the problem, but unwilling to change their behavior.

Wendy tried to speak louder, but could still only barely be heard. Margaret Acorn waved at one of the technical staff seated at the back wall. A second later, Wendy's microphone reverberated across the room, a light shrill, finally coming quiet.

Wendy spoke again, "I said.... the program we started in Seattle looks promising. Did none of you get the report my staff sent over?"

Margaret was completely ignorant of any new report on this topic and said so, others in the room agreeing with her.

Wendy sat up in her chair and spoke directly into the microphone. "I'll need to check my email, as I sent a copy to every member about the DTA Program that we started in October of last year. This program is ongoing at every career school and public college in Seattle. We've even been able to get both men and women to actively contribute to the program, rather than just participate in it."

Gerard interrupted. "The DTA Program? I haven't heard of this. It never came through the house?"

"No sir, it was a local initiative," answered Wendy. "But it's been promising. Girls are reporting a more than 400 percent rise in sexual activity. We've had three marriage engagements already, too. No idea how that would compare if we hadn't gone through with this program."

"And this was accomplished in just three months?" asked Margaret. "The DTA Program? DTA?"

"It stands for 'Dressing To Appeal,' Senator Acorn," said Wendy. "The women have a very strict... tight... uh... dress code, I guess you would call it. I mean, they can wear whatever they want, but it has to be of a certain tolerance."

"Wait, what?" asked Margaret.

"Women dress in such a manner that attracts men," said Wendy, trying to put it as softly as she could. "Specifically, any single woman within the age of 21 and 60 must participate in the program. Of course, we've found most married women participate, as well."

Wendy herself had been against the program in the beginning, but after seeing the results of how men reacted to women dressing as shameless sluts, she had to concede it had its merits. Many college students were actively dating, socializing and sharing activities. The girls had been craving the companionship, naturally, and the men were now more than happy to engage. No matter how much she hated the catalyst to this restoration of social interaction, Wendy appreciated the results.

"Are you putting us on?" came another voice from across the room.

"No, sir," said Wendy. "The program has been so successful, in fact, that news has spread throughout our local communities. Some offices and work sites in the community have even begun allowing the practice."

"What do you mean by 'allowing' the practice?" asked Margaret.

"Oh, well... I mean, I guess... well..." Wendy was having a hard time explaining it. She had wanted the report to do that for her.

"Well, spit it out," said Senator Gerard.

"I guess you could say that before the initiative was started, the girls would likely have been arrested for public indecency?"

"Excuse me?" asked Margaret.

"Believe me, I know what you're thinking!" said Wendy. "I thought the idea sounded terribly sexist, but I simply cannot argue with the results. I'll be sure each and every one of you gets the report by the end of today." Wendy snapped her fingers at her attractive assistant sitting next to her. The girl hopped up, and took off out the door, no doubt executing that order.

"Just tell us what this DTA thing is now," said Gerard, interrupting again. "I'll read the report later. You say a FOUR HUNDRED PERCENT increase in sexual activity? That is remarkable news."

Wendy paused and then spoke slowly, "The thing is... the women have to dress, I guess putting it bluntly... slutty."

Margaret Acorn rolled her eyes. She had heard of this proposal before. Some social scientists had suggested that having women wear sexually provocative clothing (or even, going naked), would drive men back to socializing with women again; that it would supersede the current easy access to other materials that satisfied men's sexual needs, such as sex-bots and interactive pornography. Margaret thought the idea was ludicrous when she heard it then and she felt the same way now.

"I, at first, thought the idea was ridiculous and sexist," said Wendy. Margaret was surprised Wendy's thoughts had once mirrored hers. "But I stand before you today, not just attesting to the report you'll be receiving, but I also offer my own personal testimony."

The crowd erupted in whispers across the hall.

"On days I have visited these institutions, I also participated in the DTA program. All women are required to, students and staff, so I feel like its my duty as their state representative to do the same."

Wendy then stood up and began walking down the long, low-sloped stairs toward the center of the room. She could be seen in her overcoat, which was not unusual for February weather, but as she peeled it off and made her way closer to Senators Acorn and Williams' chairs, it was apparent she was wearing practically nothing at all.

A short, black skirt, and it was questionable whether there were panties underneath. Tucked in to the skirt was a tight, white blouse, but with vertical slits, revealing a full and open C-cup chest. Wendy Piles was bigger than she let on in her normal attire, thought Gerard Williams. He couldn't help but allow his eyes to follow those luscious breasts as she made her way to the center, and turned to face the audience.

"This is just one example of what might be deemed acceptable to the DTA guidelines. I know it may be offensive to some of you. In the beginning, it was to me, but look at you all." Wendy eyed Margaret Acorn and a few other women in the crowd. "Ladies, look at your male counterparts. Look at how they stare and smile. Any other day, I'm just a freshman senator, ignored by the likes of most of you, but today you're all paying close attention." She shook her torso lightly, allowing a hint of a bounce. She watched Senator Acorn eyeing Gerard, who was simply enraptured by the view.

"Don't you think this is going too far? Even if it does bring results? Does it not degrade women?" Margaret was objecting on every level, horrified at the thought of wearing such a thing, allowing her pendulous DD cups to be gawked at by others. Margaret figured Senator Beatrice Lawson would object even more, as she was maybe a B-cup at best, and very shy for being a public figure.

"I guess that is for all of us to decide," said Wendy, smiling, gently waving at one of the men who was particularly obsessed with her tits. He stood up and ran to a chair closer to the center, ignoring the assigned seating arrangement, to get a better view.

"Colleagues, as I said, the report will get to your email soon, if it hasn't already. Please review it. I can only attest to what is happening at a local level. It's up to you, if you want to use this information on a national initiative."

With that, Wendy lifted her overcoat and wrapped herself back in it. Immediately, Gerard's mind snapped back to reality and he said, "Well, that is interesting, young lady. Margaret, why don't you round up the rest of the ladies in the Senate and we'll hold a special hearing tomorrow after reviewing the information?"

"Really? Do you think this is the solution?" asked Margaret directly to the senior senator.

"Can't hurt to talk about it," said Gerard. "See you tomorrow." He then turned to Wendy and waved her toward him. "Ma'am, do you mind?"

"Yes, sir," Wendy said, approaching the senior Senator.

"Would you like to have dinner tonight and maybe discuss this in more depth. I'd love to find out how you unrolled this program to the public."

"I'll be happy to tell you everything I know."

"And uh... would you be willing to participate in the program while we conduct our meeting?"

Wendy's eyes shifted to the floor for just a moment, but she wasn't too embarrassed by the request. Every time she dressed like this, she got asked out on dates.

"Of course, sir."

"Great, meet at my office at seven."

____________

When Wendy arrived at the senator's office that evening, she had kept most of her original dress from earlier in the day. The shoes and skirt remained the same; she'd simply replaced her blouse with a tighter one, that was very low cut, exposing a good quarter inch or more of areola. Too much movement easily led to more compromising positions, but Wendy enjoyed that look of anticipation on men when they were scoping her cleavage. Ever since the program started, she had become more and more accustomed and receptive to participating in it. One day, Wendy even went completely naked in her Seattle office, just to test the legal boundaries, as well as her own.

"Come in!" shouted Gerard, as Wendy knocked at the door. She entered, surprised to see Senator Margaret Acorn standing next to the senior senator.

"I invited Margaret over before we head out on our date," said Gerard. "We just want a brief recap of this program, if you don't mind."

Margaret interrupted before Wendy could reply. "Jesus, look at what you're wearing. Really?"

Wendy paused, a bit insulted, and took a deep breath. "The DTA Program does not allow shaming, We've only had two arrests for that since starting the program, but we do enforce it. Most people who participate - and again, this is only at the senior schools and a few businesses - anyway, most people have had no problems abiding by the rules."

"The rules?" asked Margaret.

"Well, the specific kind of dress allowed.. or as we like to say, encouraged."

"Forcefully encouraged?" asked Gerard.

"We haven't had to force anyone. Mostly, we allowed the girls to dip their toes in the water, for no better term. Once a few girls did it, others followed suit and within a couple weeks, everyone. It's just expected now, I guess you could say."

"Fine, tell me about this dress code," said Margaret. "Would I be allowed to wear this?"

Margaret was top heavy, but she had a nice figure. Her hips were wider than average, but less than one might expect for one with such a large bust. She currently wore a conservative white dress that formed her body well enough, and ended just past her knees. Her bra minimized her top heavy appearance well enough. She looked attractive, but not slutty.

"Oh, no, my no," said Wendy, waving her hands in the air, her cleavage bouncing with the motion. Gerard couldn't help but stare. Margaret tried not to, but also failed.

"Why wouldn't this dress meet the code? I think it is a bit seductive in nature by traditional standards, is it not? Professional, but certainly sexy enough for a night on the town." It really was Margaret's most intimate dress.

"When was the last time you went on a night on the town?" Wendy asked, knowing the senator's grief, as she knew Margaret had been single all her life.

Gerard interrupted, "Why don't you tell us why Miss Acorn's attire would not fit the DTA requirement?"

"Well, first of all, it covers far too much. The skirt is too long. There's no risk of an upskirt. Things like panties alone or daisy dukes are allowed, so long as they are overtly sexual in nature. It is always important to focus on pure sex appeal."

"Slutty clothing is considered sexually appealing?" asked Margaret, condescendingly.

"Well..." said Senator Williams. "I have to admit I enjoy looking at Miss Piles while conducting this meeting."

Margaret scoffed.

Wendy continued, "Maybe you could get away with such a thick material, but it goes all the way up to your neck... and you are wearing a bra. If the shirt or blouse isn't translucent, bras aren't allowed."

Margaret almost choked on her tongue. "Excuse me? Bras aren't allowed?"

"Yeah, like I could have legitimately worn one today at the open senate hearing, considering the blouse I wore exposed me, but had I worn a more conservative blouse, I would positively not have been allowed to wear the bra."

"This is a bit confusing," said Margaret.

"Oh, I don't know," said Gerard. "I think I get it. Like, right now, you could choose to take off your dress, or you could raise up the skirt and remove your bra. Either one of those states of attire would put you within the parameters of this DTA dress code. Is that right, Miss Piles?"

Wendy nodded and added, "That's the gist of it. It's pretty much anything from going naked, to underwear, to just very sexually appealing clothing. I'll call it what Senator Margaret Acorn thinks it is... slutty."

"I do think it's slutty," said Margaret. "I can't imagine every woman on these campuses is participating in this."

"Again, we haven't had to force anyone."

"Margaret, how long have we known each other? Four years now?" asked the male senator.

Margaret turned to Gerard. "That's right, sir."

"I know we don't agree on everything. You're far too liberal a conservative for my blood, but we have always respected each other."

"Of course. What are you getting at?"

"Well, why don't you try it? Just for a little while. See if you experience results like Wendy here."

Margaret was appalled. "Where? What? When?" she screamed, thinking of nothing else to say, wanting to admit she was offended, but a bit scared to say as much to the senior senator.

"Why not here, now?" asked Gerard. "I mean it. Just do as Wendy suggested. Remove your bra, raise your skirt. I'll tell you what I think."

Margaret was petrified. Was a senior senator coming on to her? Harassing her? Either way, she hadn't seen such behavior exhibited in ages by any man. Women had been ignored for years. Maybe he was just testing her. She hadn't worn anything so provocative in front a man in a very long time, and the thought of it flashed in her mind, arousing her. Her dress was thick enough, tight enough. Go without her bra? Raise her skirt?

Before thinking too much further about it, Margaret Acorn turned away from the others and fidgeted her way out of her bra, before lifting the bottom of her dress within six inches of her bottom. Shivers raced up her spine as she turned back to face the two.

"So you're saying I could get away with this look?" Margaret asked, turning back to them.

Wendy looked at her with some pause. "Well, I think so. Only because you have such a... pronounced body. You look much better without the bra in that dress, anyway. That tight dress gives you a lift, while making you bounce naturally."

"No unsightly bra lines, either" said Gerard. Margaret looked at him, noticing he stared at her heavy chest.

"Well, this isn't so bad, I don't guess," said Margaret. "But did you have to take it so far today? Showing your tits? Do people really do that?"

"We've seen more and more going topless or naked every day. It's not uncommon at all now."

"Naked?" asked Gerard.

"Yes, sir. Some of the girls like it."

"But how?" asked Gerard. "I think I might agree with Senator Acorn. Isn't that taking it too far?"

Immediately, Wendy began peeling off her clothes, intent to show them how effective it was. She'd get their attention, alright, but Margaret immediately caught on as to what Wendy was doing and rather than protesting, she raced to peel off her own dress, and drop her panties.

"Oh, my," said Gerard, as the two now stood before him stark naked. It was impossible for him not to get a reaction and it was tented his expensive, fitted slacks. Both Wendy and Margaret smiled wildly.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," said Margaret.

"I told you," said Wendy. "The girls just kind of naturally took to it, each girl giving confidence to the next, I guess. Or maybe just because it's been so long since we've felt that need for validation. Say what you want, it's a natural human desire... to be wanted... to have men find you appealing."

As Wendy spoke to Margaret, Gerard found himself gently rubbing his shaft. He thought this was so much better than going home to his bot-wife. Sure, she sucked him off every night, but he hadn't been spicing things up very much lately. His bot-wife was always an easy and effortless score. Now, here were two women, shameless for sexual attention. It was oddly thrilling.

"Do any other rules apply to the DTA code? Like public conduct?" asked Gerard.

Wendy answered, "I think I know what you're getting at. Sure, sometimes sex happens. As I said, big increase in activity. But most of it is actually guys forming genuine relationships with girls. If anything, it encourages social interaction, which leads to traditional relationship roles."

Margaret said, "Does public sex happen?"

"Uh... I guess, but it's not as bad as you think."

Margaret scoffed lightly. Any public sex was inappropriate in her mind. Wendy caught onto her disbelief.

"Like now," Wendy said. "No one's around. You and I could suck off Senator Williams and it wouldn't be offending anyone."

The thought of a cock in her mouth almost sent Margaret over the edge. She could barely keep her eyes off the senior senator's bulge, and she loved it as he continued to stare at her naked body. It was so slutty, yet she craved the attention. It had been so long.