Male Approval

A long afternoon of negotiations ensued, with Marc and his fellow Canadians having to act like everything was fine while Jenkins continued to receive sexual favors from the girls stationed there and they themselves were brought drinks and other items by girls dressed in lingerie. For all that, it continued to go better than Marc would have thought, from his perspective.

After the meeting ended, Marc stayed a moment, hoping to get another chance to speak with Mr. Gray from the opposition party. He waited until they were the only two of the negotiators left in the room.

“Just a moment,” Gray told him. “Before these girls head out.”

He walked over to one of the four women in lingerie at one end of the room, who were in fact getting up to leave. She was a beautiful, slim redhead with pale skin.

“Are you available tonight?” he asked her. “Or do you have another assignment?”

She cast her eyes down. “Sir, I have the night off, yes. It’s my only time off this week, but…”

Gray cut her off. “Good. Here’s the info.” He touched his wristphone to what appeared to be the redhead’s bare wrist. Something beeped and the word “Received” in green letters briefly appeared in the air above the woman’s arm before disappearing again. She dipped her head briefly in assent. “Good cunt,” he confirmed. “And be sure to douche before you come.”

Marc cursed himself for still being so naive about these Americans after everything. He had assumed that because Gray was a member of the opposition party, he must be opposed to the regime’s policy toward women, as well. But no. That position was so mainstream here that it was not even in question. Gray just wanted to subjugate women in private, preferably in a better economy.

He watched the women file out quietly, then turned back to Gray. “They have implants in their wrists?”

Gray nodded. “Lets us keep track of them and means they don’t have to be wearing ugly bands on their arms all the time.”

“As in… tracking chips? Like for a pet?”

“It’s not a government requirement, except for those actually working for the government like these girls,” Gray explained. “But tell that to most private employers. And the manufacturers are always into rolling out new features to better dominate the female population. If you’d like, I could show you…?”

Marc did need to learn more about this as part of his mission to make sure there were no lurking atrocities his government needed to know about. But it occurred to him that even Gray might not be the best source for how women were actually treated. He had a sudden thought about who might.

When he got back to his room, the first thing he did was find Kitten waiting on his bed and tell her “You may orgasm.”

“Oh, thank yoouuu, ssiirr,” she began enthusiastically, her words quickly turning into moans as the sentence continued. She did move a hand toward her crotch, but he could tell she began to come before it even got there. The regime had shaped her so completely that she now could reach orgasm from male approval alone.

He couldn’t help but notice her perfect breasts heaving in her lingerie as she closed her eyes and rode out her orgasm. Very gradually, her breathing slowed as she came down from her peak. She opened her eyes and smiled at him.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you yesterday,” Marc offered. “Where I’m from women just kind of have orgasms whenever they want.”

He watched the wide-eyed look on Kitten’s face as she took that in. It didn’t seem like it computed for her. She blinked a few times, then said, “You don’t need to apologize to me, sir. I know you’ve had a long day. You should just use me however you need.”

Marc sighed and sat down in the not-particularly-comfortable chair across from the bed. “I told you, I’m not going to use you like that. I know that the men in this country may not view you as a real person, but I do. And of course, my wife would be very upset with me if I did.”

Kitten thought about this for a second, then said, “Sir, for you to let your bitchy wife tell you what you can and can’t do is ridiculous. You have a right to enjoy me however you want.”

She reached behind her back and quickly unclasped her bra. She shrugged it off to fully reveal her young, perky tits. If Marc was being honest, it had been a very long time since he’d seen tits like hers.

“Please, sir, at least enjoy looking at me.”

Marc had wanted to ask her some questions. He supposed he wasn’t doing anything wrong here if he let her take off whatever she wanted while he did. He needed her to be comfortable.