Endlessly distracted (Alex)

Alex sat at her desk in the lecture theatre and sweated waterfalls. Even in just a loose-fitting dress, mostly open in the front, the late summer heat in this small room was stifling. Most of her fellow classmates had foregone clothing altogether… and even the ones that insisted on fucking their way through every lesson were doing so extremely lethargically. It all added up to make focusing on what was being said very difficult. The soft, hypnotic moans from the girl laid out on the bench one row in front were slipping straight into Alex’s subconscious, drawing her own spare hand down between her legs while the other tried desperately to keep up with notes. The young men on either side were providing the meaty incentives for that other teen’s mewling, just as up and down the room other little collectives of flesh were grinding together in perpetual interaction. It was first year of college. They were all young, fresh and beautiful on this hot-as-balls summer day… perhaps one of the last ones before fall fell in. Of course they weren’t going to be paying much attention to the dryly-cynical words of the middle-aged woman up front. There were far more important things to be getting on with… like making sure you’d spilled your seed in, or earned a bellyful, from every single classmate by the time the first semester ended.

Except… Alex actually wanted to listen. She was slightly worried that she was getting a bit of a reputation as a prude by continually refusing to let anyone fuck her if it was going to distract from her studies. Though, the college variants of peer pressure and gossiping were significantly less vitriolic than high-school’s. Besides, her mother’s pedigree still held and she had no problem with sitting in a boy’s lap and letting him slide in and out, as long as he didn’t get in the way of her watching and listening intently as their would-be educators trawled on.

Like many of their regular lecturers and guest speakers, it was clear that their current orator knew she wasn’t being paid much attention. She had the bittered, sardonic look of the childless and worn out in this world of endlessly-attempted procreation. It didn’t matter much to her if any of these precious, young minds paid any attention to her sideline expertise while they still had hope that their truest function in society might come through. No-one in the civilised world aimed to get any job that wasn’t ‘professional baby-maker’, that was how the whole system lined up. You spent every minute you could screwing and might accidentally pick up some extra skills along the way to fall back on when you finally gave up. Such was the right and necessary course of civilisation when every generation had to be fought and fucked for. Yet the dark-haired woman in her crotchless jeans and open jacket stood proudly stoic. She’d done and seen things many of these soft-minded kids could barely imagine, confident as they were that the next shag they got was going to land them a quiet, little house in suburbia and the first of many sons or daughters by this partner or another. She’d slipped among the rich and mad, prisons and churches, pornstars and celibate hermits. Observed and partook in every perversion, ritual or bonkers tradition that their species could come up with to subvert its own genetic failings and ever-eternal boredom. She’d been stolen by princes of far-off lands to stock their personal harems and offered shoulders to cry on for the dejected but defiant gangs of lesbians who scratched out a living around their blasphemous refusal to take any cock that was offered them. What did it matter if none of this lot listened? The paycheck came through anyway, and then she could get back on the road… searching for more questions with no easy answers.

“Your body is your greatest asset. Whether you need to get in somewhere you shouldn’t, out of trouble afterwards, or get someone to spill something they’d rather not. It don’t even matter if you're pretty, really… as long as you know how to wiggle what you do got.”

The long-suffering scoop-finder caught the eye of the one girl who definitely was listening… which drew her interest. Because that one certainly was pretty, too. She was the type who could be already making it out there in the real world as a porno-princess or just eye-candy on the arm of any rich, well-bred old man who came along. But there was a sharpness in those eyes that said she’d refused all such offers as they came along. There was a story there, and a fierce determination. The half-dressed lecturer felt her juices begin to flow a little as she watched the pretty creature unabashedly masturbate while absorbing every word she spoke. Perhaps this whole thing wasn’t just a waste of time, after all.

“Make no mistake. To get anywhere in this world you’ve got to do a whole lotta fuckin’... but to get into the secret back places nobody wants to tell you about… you’ve gotta do a whole lot more on top. Then you gotta fuck your way out again, if you want to get a chance to tell anyone about it. I’ve been locked up for weeks by crazy cults that insist a gal shouldn’t consume anything but piss and semen if she wants ‘God’s blessing of fertility’. I’ve seen the back rooms of some celebrity’s houses where they keep all the ‘fans’ that mysteriously disappear from their shows. All legally signed off as willing sacrificers of their own freedom, mind… though whether they’d still agree with that choice years later is anyone’s guess. There’s a lot more goes on behind closed doors in this world, than anyone seems to give a damn to find out. It’s almost as if keeping you all endlessly screwin’ each other… is the best distraction anyone could ask for…”