Enter the Dragon's Den

I opened the door and found a room with folding chairs place forward in an assembly. There were backed stools in a row place facing towards the audience on a raised platform at the front. The audience was small, and it was clear from the number of seats they were expecting more. Near the front sat most of the audience of all women, freshmen and junior college looking types.

The women looked at me as if a lion entered a chicken coop. There were very misogynistic reasons I had come here don’t get me wrong but I also wanted to learn and found it best if I tried not to fuck everything that moved in the room. Some of the women started shifting in their seats.

The women of the group looked great for women who many of this world alternate reality would claim as “feminist extremists.” Most were very fit, some a bit chubby, but most looked like they put a lot of effort into their appearance. They all had some form of physical rebellion on them, tattoos, earrings in many places, not their earlobes, hairs of many unnatural colors.

It was then I spotted Elizabeth near the front row. She waved at me. Liz came over. She was wearing a frilly dress, one of the few wearing a dress or skirt, that went up to knees, I could swear when he walked over, she wasn’t wearing anything underneath her dress. She came over and walked me to the front saying, “Abigail, this is James, the guy I was telling you about from the no free use country.”

While I stood next to her, Elizabeth reached more hand and tried to shove it under her skirt. I tried to refrain and pull back. I felt the shock of stage fright as we were standing on the raised platform and I sat on the empty stool next to the one Elizabeth called Abigail. Abigail was the only woman in the room who looked well over 20, in fact, she had slight crow's feet, long brown hair parted to one side, a conservative sweater, and wide slacks. Her tits were average and sagged to the side but she like all the rest of the women over 40 in this world, was still in great shape and looked amazing and regal, like a schoolteacher or librarian.

Abigail, who looked worried before when I came in, softened and smiled at me. I take it she was the leader here. How nice it would be to bend her over the stool in front of her disciples my dirty mind thought. I checked around at the girls nervously staring at me with curiosity and cautiousness. I specifically checked their crotch area for any bulges, my ride share driver, Stanley, now instilled fear and insecurity in me.

“It is nice to have a man in our midst, women‘s right shouldn’t just be about women, it’s also about men,” Abigail said she had a low, commanding voice. “Lizzie has told us you came from a place that had no free-use. Can you tell me how much happier the women are there?”

“Uhh, I don’t think you want my opinion on that.” I coughed nervously. “I’m not a woman after all. I wouldn’t know, and it would be reductive to form an opinion on a whole society’s gender.”

“Given the fact that you haven’t bent over one of our sisters yet I can tell you can offer us a very different perspective,” Abigail said.

“James, tell us the biggest difference between your country and this one.” another asked.

“Well the fucking obviously,” I said.

“What other differences, societal?”

“I’ve noticed a lot more women here in high positions,” I said. “In fact, women seem to dominate the workforce. Everywhere I go there are women working all the positions.” Granted, I only noticed that because I wanted to fuck them.

“Do they not dominate the workplace where you come from?”

“Well, I dunno to be honest. Many women do complain about not having enough power. From my brief glance at your history, it seems that the government is full of women. In fact, the last 9 out of 10 presidents have been women.”

They didn’t look surprised or amazed by this. It seemed as natural as telling them the sky was blue.

“Well yes, but population-wise, women do outnumber men 2 to 1.” Abigail replied.

I raised my eyebrow at that. No wonder there were women everywhere I went. I had to think it had to do with birth control implants, and a sick part of me thought it was the fathers wanting female children for free use, when they came of age of course. Many families had comprised only one man and several daughters. Maybe it was just the sim.

“Well, All I can tell you is that women and men are near one to one in population in my world, I mean country, and the last ten presidents of it have been men.”

This fact shocked the women.

“No wonder free useless societies fall apart if men run them.” A girl near the front row chirped. I held my tongue.

“Even though we had mostly female presidents and senators, Governor Dolores, a male in case you didn’t know James, came close to upsetting President Ford, a female.” Someone on the panel said.

Another girl on the panel weighed in on the front. “I don’t think we’ll ever have another male president. Male politicians just seem to lose every debate.”

I chewed on it for a while.

“The debates, I presume, are free use?”

They looked confused, Abigail clued in and said, “Oh right, you aren’t from here. Debates are free use, even down to a local level.”

“Well I mean, maybe culturally this society, is more appealed by watching a female politician being fucked while debating. I don’t know.”

Elizabeth talked. “I know the high-school students, even the female ones, who watched the censored debates, thought Senator Dolores (man) won the debate. And people who read the transcripts or listened to the podcasts of the debates thought Dolores easily won the debate, but people who watched the webcast and TV debates thought President Ford won.”

I smiled at Elizabeth. My stage fright wouldn’t let me go over to her and fuck her. She stared at me intently throughout the discussion, her hand down her skirt. My penis stiffened at this. Abigail, the speaker next to me, noticed my huge pant tent that my dick had erected. I had worn black sweatpants today, so I could easily pull them down.

Abigail took off her slacks and placed it neatly on the chair. She came over and while facing the audience put her back against my body. She parted her plain white underwear to one side, pulled down my pants slightly and took me in her womb. I stiffened my body, in front of all these women, I shook with nerves even though my every instinct was to fuck this woman that was sitting on my cock with every abandon, but I sat frozen like a deer in the headlights. Sure I had engaged in public sex and other indecencies already in this world but being in front of an audience changes you, I never was good at public speaking and tried to keep myself still and mouth shut so I wouldn’t grunt in front of these women.

Abigail moved up and down and soft motions clinical and methodically as if performing a job or daily routine. The other women seem to ignore this and continue their discussions. I could see a lot of the younger freshmen were in the group trying to glance looks and then back at whoever was speaking. Elizabeth, however, ignored the other speakers and just focused on us, now rubbing herself voraciously.

“Are there any other differences you can tell us between women here and where you came from James?” another speaker asked while Abigail busily grinds herself on me.

“Well-” I nervously blurted, “Urmmerrr, I’ve been thinking about how beautiful you guys are all.”

At that, a lot of the women rolled their eyes or groaned. “What I mean is comparatively. A lot of you guys are a lot more fit and seem to be very well maintained if I can say so.” I winced trying to sound as PC as possible, not offending. With my nerves lessoning, I had my hands on Abigail's hips and moved them on my own and withdrew myself from her womb into her ass and setting my own pace to change her’s slow and a methodical one to a more frantic and frenzied one, “In fact as I’m staring at Ms. Abigail’s ass I can tell she takes very good care of it, errhm—uhh… yes, and her pussy is very nice too umm.”

Course this was the explanation I sold myself. In reality, it was just a misogynistic wank-fest that the sim created for me.

The room ruminated on how competitive women were in this world and how depressing it was to be ignored which is why they took great effort in their appearance. I thought it was similar to the real world but on a hyper level, there being something a lot more urgent about the need to compete with sex being so out in the open, with nude bodies being exposed on a daily basis. Like it being a bikini season all year long.

“I’ve never thought about it that way James. Well, we should end it here, we’ll continue our discussions some other time. I’m sure most of you have classes soon.” Abigail said ass still bouncing on my member.

The audience dispersed and spread out in the halls to their respective room. Abigail on my order had to move to face her, her sagging tits now bouncing on me, one in my mouth. She stared at me with quiet dignity and said, “Thank you for coming today, James.”

“For the talk or for you? Seemed like you came multiple times already,” she convulsed again biting her lips. “Does doing that in front of the group turn you on that much?”

She took me in her mouth. We kissed for a while and when I came close. I brought her ass off my cock and pushed her down and deposited my load into her mouth.

Abigail straightened out her dress and cleaned herself with a wet-nap. I pulled my pants back up, and we left the room.