Secrets of The New World Order Ch. 03

"Better than we'd hoped..." he said with a smile on his face, "...with the redirecting of local law enforcement away from the urban areas, thousands of useless eaters are killing each other at an amazing rate saving us both the time and expense!"

"Good, once the weakest are culled from the herds, we'll begin our urban redevelopment plan for work and residential zones," said The Baron. "Gentlemen, you are all doing a magnificent job! We knew from the start this would take one or two generations to complete---but I am proud to say you are all ahead of schedule and deserve to partake in every perk and pleasure you may enjoy---Thank you for your dedication and hard work! This meeting is adjourned!"

I gazed down lovingly at the bobbing blonde-head of my sweet, sweet Sarah.

I could hardly believe my good fortune. Our twice-a-week backseat trysts suddenly became three-nights when she unexpectedly added Wednesdays...and her desire for sex now bordered on insatiable.

I wonder about her increase in lust; her sudden need for orgasms; but those concerns and suspicions always melt away when I feel her pouty lips and long, thick tongue on my throbbing prick.

She had also added something new to our lovemaking. Once I was hard, she will grasp my erection between her spectacular breasts. I find the sensation of being masturbated with her breasts beyond sensual---it is absolutely exquisite!

But she always makes sure I finish in her mouth. She's taken to gulping down my cum like a wild, thirsty dog lapping at a bowl of water.

I am on the verge of a mighty explosion but I desperately want her sucking to last longer so I sit back and relive the days events.

The awful meeting with Mr. Massengale...how the man had the nerve to solicit sex from me. It had been my second proposition for male-male sex. The first being Mr. Blank at the grocery store—who had crudely tried to blackmail me into gay sex.

What is it about me that attracts men? In a way, it's kind of flattering, but I can't imagine doing what Sarah is doing to me now!

Mr. Massengale's final words rang in my ears...it was really more a threat: "Son...I'm looking at you now like you are a shiny, new car...young and fresh...full of exciting promise and potential...and just like a new car, once you leave this property, you will significantly decrease in value and worth!"

I had decided then-and-there to reject his offer and contact Ms. Hatfield in the morning.

"Ohhhhhh...." I groaned as Sarah increased her tempo, and my mind clearly pictured the lithe and sexy Ms. Hatfield.

I wonder what working for her will be like? She seems nice...she seems like she'd be a fair and helpful boss....

My balls began to hurt---Sarah sensed my crisis and furiously worked her mouth up-and-down...without warning, the image of Jennifer McBride flooded my mind...the reporter I'd once met over my father's death is now a news anchorwoman---...how she suddenly went from a serious and demure newspaper reporter to the slutty tramp I watch on tv every chance I get.

How on earth does she get away with what she does on television? Why would she show herself like that?

Oh my God, the image of her is burned into my brain! The sight of her uncrossing her legs and exposing herself to millions of viewers...OH JESUS---I'll never be able to shake the sight of her hairless cuntlips straining against her ultra-sheer panties....

"OH-GOD-I'M-CUMMING-I'M-CUMMING---OH-GOD-YES---YES-YES-YES-YES...." I scream as my sweet, sweet Sarah licks and sucks and gulps down every single drop of cum I give her.

I decided not to tell Johnny my big news---how the cost of college has skyrocketed, and my dad can no longer afford to pay my tuition. No, I'll tell him tomorrow...or the next day.

I don't know what I'm going to do...like Johnny, I have very few options in this new world...I am afraid for both of us.

I REALLY want to go to college...that is the only way I'll be able to make something of myself in this crazy world...I have to figure out how I can do this.

I don't want to become a PA, but what else can I do? I can't work at Happy Burger and keep giving Pizza-Face handjobs for fifty-hours a week at five-dollars an hour forever—I can't---I won't!!

I wish I could talk with Johnny's mother about her experiences as a PA, but he doesn't think I know what she does. He is such a caring and sensitive boy I don't want to hurt or embarrass him.

I should start talking to him about some of our friend's mothers though---Judith isn't the only mother doing the PA-thing...and I would like to see him wake-up and realize the 'new realities' of ALL of our lives.

He and I need to start talking about real things now and not just the tired old, 'hopes-and-dreams' discussions we always have.

I want to tell him what I have to do at work for Pizza-Face, but I'm afraid I'd break his heart.

I began tit-fucking Johnny a couple weeks ago hoping he'd ask where I learned to do that, but he hasn't asked...it's probably a good thing, he's so shy and inhibited, old-fashioned really, I'm afraid he might do something stupid, like defend my honor, and try and fight Pizza-Face and end up getting thrown into the BCC.

I hear him groan above me, and feel his balls begin to swell...he sits back in the seat and I know he's thinking about something else so he doesn't cum too soon...hahaha---what a cute and precious boy he is---God, how I love him!

I gently push his balls lower in his scrotum---that will make him last longer. I run my tongue beneath the crown of his glans then lick the sensitive underside of his prick—I smile when I hear him moan again---that works every time.

Suddenly, Pizza-Face's words practically shouted in my head: "I'm sure a snooty bitch like you will sell your pussy to the highest bidder!"

When he first said that I was insulted, but now...Hmmm?

I worked on Johnny's penis with renewed energy until his balls swelled and expanded in my hand again. This time I went at his cock like a madwoman---I was going to give him the best climax of his life---I was sure of it!!

When he cried-out and his hips began bucking and jumping, I held on for dear life and sucked-down each-and-every load his little balls could pump into my mouth until all that was left were mere dribbles of his salty man-cream.

I had never felt such pride in my cock-sucking abilities as right now!

And then I heard the voice again: "I'm sure a snooty bitch like you will sell your pussy to the highest bidder!"

I was so flushed and overheated I couldn't wait for him to fully recover. My panties were drenched as I peeled them down and off...I lay back against the car door, raised the hem of my dress and spread my legs wide...the cool, night air did nothing to ease the burning fire in my open pussy.

"Johnny, I need you bad---please, baby, eat my pussy---I NEED YOUR MOUTH, BABY---PLEEEEEEZZZZZZZZZ....."

And while my beautiful boyfriend was doing his very best muff-diving, I wondered how I would go about auctioning-off my virginity to the highest bidder.

Thomas Pynchon walked the grounds of his new estate listening to the contractor, and inspecting the structures and amenities he'd insisted be included in their 20-million dollar deal.

"...and over here, Mr. Pynchon, is the Olympic-size pool, natural spring water, of course, heated year-round to 86 degrees, adjustable, of course, and there's the sauna...over there the jacuzzi, and you can see the weight room and gym on the far-side...over here are the controls for the retractable roof---great idea, by the way, with some of the harsh winters we have round here..."

Thomas was bored...he wanted to see the guest house where he would be spending much of his free-time.

"...over there, as you can see, are the tennis courts...and inside that dome is a driving range, large enough to practice every golf club in your bag...and next to that is the helicopter landing pad."

Thomas searched all around but could not see a guest house anywhere. He began to wonder if this idiot contractor had forgotten to build one.

"...there is the maintenance yard...the building will house the tractors and all supplies and equipment your outdoor workers will need to maintain the compound...and if you will walk with me behind that big storage shed...yes, be careful where you walk, and over there---if you can see it through the trees---is the guest house...it's smack in the middle of a forest of Evergreens...just as you ordered---no one can see it from anywhere on your main property---it's almost invisible from the service road leading to it!"

This is fantastic---perfect! thought Thomas. "Very nice," he said to the man in his gruff voice without a smile.

"Just as you had it drawn up---it has three, extra large bedrooms, all with their own baths, a huge kitchen, a very sizable living room, a large office, and of course, an indoor pool and gym...this guest house is bigger and nicer than 99% of all the other houses I've ever built...whoever is going to stay here is a very lucky person!"

Judging by the frown on Mr. Pynchon's face, the Contractor decided he shouldn't have made that comment.

"Well, uh, anyway, if you'll join me in the attached garage...yes, see the four-wheelers? There is enough land here to enjoy these and not be seen by a soul...and I'll show you a small trail we put in that leads back to the main house....and over there is another helicopter pad...."

Thomas tuned-out the boorish man and thought of his plan.

He'd move his wife and kids here from the city next week. The city was too dangerous for Superiors to live comfortably---all cities were now...it would be some time before the cities became habitable for the 1%, if at all...their upper management teams will just have to learn how to survive and get by...if they don't---too bad.

The 'guest house' will be my sanctuary away from the wife and kids. I've earned it!

Thomas had spent his entire working career with a singular goal: work harder and smarter than anyone else; do whatever was necessary to move up the corporate ladder and achieve a position of unrivaled power and prestige.

He had accomplished his goal, and now he wanted to enjoy the perks of his labor.

He'd married his wife, Anna, only as a career move. He'd noticed single men seemed to be ignored for important promotions so he got married...then his bosses were always impressed when their underlings spoke of their children so he decided it was time for Anna to bear him kids...the children were another 'career move' and they had paid a handsome dividend.

He had developed his own philosophy, and it worked like a charm: If you think you can make it to the top thru hard work, self reliance and determination---you're an idiot...only cunning and shrewdness and trampling your enemies will get you to the top...the sooner you understand the game is rigged and you're not playing on a level playing field---the sooner you will be successful and the 'top dog' in your industry.

He had done it masterfully, and now it was time for some 'fun.'

He'd always been too busy working and scheming to pay much attention to sex. Anna is not a great beauty, and their love life was strictly meant for procreation...that being accomplished, it was now time to explore what every other Director enjoyed.

At the meetings in New York, he'd listen attentively to his fellow Directors describing in graphic detail their conquests of women; the debauchery and perversions they enjoyed.

He lived vicariously thru their exploits and adventures...now it was his turn to live the good life. The hard work was done, and now he would have enough time to begin making conquests of his own.

The image of the female newscaster he'd watched the night before filled his mind.

His prick began to swell in his silk boxers as he pictured the sexy way she crossed and uncrossed her legs, exposing her pantied-crotch to the camera.

She's not only beautiful, but sexy as hell, too, he thought. To get that job, she must be fucking Mellon... I wonder if that asshole would give her to me for a night or two?

My mother's face and tone of voice seemed so relieved when I told her I turned down a job offer from Mr. Massengale it made me think she knew what his offer had been.

"Good for you, John," she said. "You're smart and a hard worker---I just know you will find a better job than that!"

I wolfed-down the last bites of steak and eggs and washed it down with real milk.

Once again she was making big breakfasts; and even though I knew where the money was coming from to buy everything, it was a welcome change from dry cereal and powdered milk.

"Well, as a matter-of-fact," I said. "I have an interview this afternoon at All-American Hardware!"

A wide smile spread across her face and she beamed at me and said, "Honey—that's wonderful! I just know you'll get the job with your experience working for Mr. Jensvold."

A warm feeling rushed thru my heart and soul...it had been a long time since I saw her face absolutely glow with happiness.

She suddenly became thoughtful and serious.

"You know, honey, I might be able to afford to send you to college now...."

Her offer almost made me cry. I knew the sacrifices she was making for me and my sisters, but her mother's love and instinct to provide for her family made it all worthwhile to her.

I had never felt such pride in her, yet at the same time, so much pity for her, as well.

"Mom...thanks, but, you know, Julie is going to graduate this spring, and, uh...I kind of worry about what's going to happen to her in this new world...I was thinking if you and I work hard, maybe we can afford to pay her college tuition...and then the following year we can do it for Jenny, too!"

I saw a mist cover my mother's blue eyes. She reached over and took my hand in hers.

"Oh sweetie, you are turning into such a wonderful man---your father would be so proud of you!"

She wiped her eyes then continued.

"I am scared to death for the three of you...I mean, I can't believe how much this world has changed in such a short time...nothing is 'normal' anymore...I thought 9/11 was bad...and then 6/6 comes along---those darn Muslims ruined everything!"

I squeezed her hand.

"I know, Mom---nothing is simple anymore...seems like all the changes in the laws have just made everything worse...and the people too! Seems like everyone we know are having a tough time and it's turning them into people I don't recognize anymore...people are doing things now they would have never even thought about before!"

She slowly nodded her head and softly said, "I know, dear...I know...."

I helped her clean-up the kitchen and wash the dishes then excused myself.

"Have to get ready for my interview with Ms. Hatfield," I said with a smile.

"I know you're going to get the job, dear---no woman could resist a handsome boy like you with such a wonderful smile!"

"Thanks, Mom!" I beamed.

On my way to All-American Hardware I couldn't help but notice all the traffic and construction on Highway 10. I hadn't been out this way in a long time and I barely recognized the area.

When I passed the Flowerton Motel my heart sank with sorrow. I could only think of what my mother was being forced to do inside the rooms there and it gave me a strong resolve to do my very best to extricate her from her horrible predicament.

I was stunned when I saw the size of All-American Hardware---it was big enough to house at least three Wal-Mart Super Centers!

Why on earth would they need a building this huge for hardware and building supplies?

I remembered the parking directions that Bradley, Ms. Hatfield's assistant, had given me. I couldn't help but wonder if he was her 'Personal' assistant---thoughts like that automatically entered everyone's heads these days.

The office building was located behind the store. There were two levels, and what appeared to be an indoor skyway that connected the building with the store. The modern design was very impressive.

I walked past a line of people waiting in front of the Employment Center, and made my way down a labyrinth of offices and hallways until I saw a door that read, "Missy Hatfield---President and General Manager.

I stopped before I entered. My hands were slightly trembling; I took a huge gulp of air and told myself "You can do this!"

There was a large oak desk in what appeared to be a waiting room with four comfortable-looking chairs. Behind the desk sat a man who I presumed to be 'Bradley'...I walked up to him and said, "Good afternoon---I'm John Strong---I have a one o'clock appointment with Ms. Hatfield."

He finished reading a paper on the desk before he raised his eyes and looked at me. The way he grinned as he looked me up-and-down made me feel uncomfortable.

"Ooooo, hi, honey" he said with a silly smile on his face. He stood and shook my hand...he didn't have much of a grip.

I hate to say this but between his rather limp handshake, and his high-pitched, squealing voice, my first impression was that he was gay...not that there is anything wrong with that!

He pressed a button on his phone, and said in a sing-song voice, "Ms. Hatfield, Mr. Strong is here."

I heard her say: "Bring him to me, Bradley!"

And then he said something that I must have misunderstood; he couldn't possibly have said what I thought I heard : "YES, MISTRESS!"

My heart was pounding as I followed him thru the heavy oak door to her office.

OH MY GOD---I'd never seen such lavish, and expensive 'office' furniture in my life!

Ms. Hatfield was seated behind a beautiful desk made of...what?...I didn't know---I'd never seen wood like that...she was typing on a computer keyboard, her eyes focused on the monitor; her long, and delicate fingers made almost no sound as they effortlessly danced on the keys.

She didn't acknowledge my presence; there were two black leather chairs in front of her desk that looked to me they belonged in a rich persons 'study' not in an office...she continued working on the computer; I felt foolish just standing before her so I began to lower myself into a chair.

"DID I SAY YOU COULD SIT?" she said, her eyes never leaving her work.

I bolted upright like I'd been jolted with a cattle prod.

"NO MAAM---I'm, uh, sorry, maam!" I said while blushing the deepest red ever.

"DON'T SLOUCH, BOY---stand tall and clasp your hands behind your back!" she said never looking up from the monitor.

"YES, MAAM!" I replied, not quite sure why I was allowing her to treat me like this.

She wasn't looking at me so I figured I could look at her.

MY GOD, SHE'S BEAUTIFUL! Her long, jet-black hair flowing beside the prettiest face I'd ever seen...the cleavage of her black, low-cut dress---well, I HAVE to look! Her breasts look almost as perfect as Sarah's....oh God...my dick is getting hard just from looking at her...I hope she doesn't notice....

She continued working then seemingly out of nowhere she said, "The job I'm offering you will pay forty-thousand a year---are you interested?"

OH MY GOD!!! I was hoping for 9-10 dollars an hour and she's going to pay me double that???

"Uhhh, yes---YES MAAM!!"

"Good..." she said, still staring intently at the monitor. "Tell us about yourself!"

US?? I looked behind me to see Bradley still in the room.

"Uh, well, I had a 3.8 grade average in school and---"

"We know your school and work histories---tell us about your personal life!"

HUH??

"I—uh, I-I'm not sure what you want to know."

"We know you have a very pretty girlfriend---Sarah--correct?"

"Uh, well, yes, but---"

"What's your favorite position with her?"

"Uh,we---excuse me???" Did she really ask me that question?

"DO YOU WANT THIS JOB OR NOT?"

Oh Jesus---I'm an idiot! How could I have thought that she'd pay me forty-thousand a year for a job I'm not qualified for without any strings attached?