Dinner and Dancing

John shot his son a knowing smirk at dinner, seeing the happy glow surrounding both Mary and Samantha. Dean blushed, not sure where to look. “Had a good day today everyone?” he asked, both Samantha and Mary nodding.

“Oh yes,” said Mary, directing a sultry look at Dean. “We had a lot of fun, didn’t we sweetheart?” Dean almost choked on his food.

“Uh… yeah mom…” he said, trying to avoid looking at his father, swallowing a piece of his steak whole.

Samantha launched into a whole story of the tour they’d gone on that day, telling about the history of the town. She blushed slightly when mentioning the sexual bits about the history and the tour, glancing at Dean every so often.

“Sounds like you had a good day. I’m heading to bed early, I’m completely exhausted,” said John. “So many meetings, forms, contracts, I’ve worked harder today then I’ve done in years! Few more days of this and I’m ready to retire.” He grinned. “At least I know you’re taking good care of my girls, Dean.”

“Yeah… yeah for sure, dad…”

“Let’s go out this evening, the three of us,” Mary said to her children, giving her husband a glance. “John needs his sleep, but I’m sure we could have fun.”

“Don’t worry about me, we got the soundproofing option on my room, so you can get back as late as you like.” John nodded. “Have fun!”

“Wow… you two look… amazing!” Dean gawked at his mother and sister when they were finally ready. The two women giggled.

“You clean up nice yourself. sweetie.” Mary said, kissing her son on the cheek. “Now come on, let’s go.”

“Where are we going?” Samantha asked as they went down to the lobby.

“I was browsing the hotel brochures while you were on your tour and I saw that a new club is opening in ‘Orphantown’. Apparently there’s a whole festive opening with some local celebrities attending. A mother/son pornstar duo called Jason and Jennifer Stone are cutting the ribbon. It’ll be fun!”

“A mother and son… pornstar duo?” Dean said, blushing.

“Oh don’t be a prude honey, not after this afternoon where you fucked both your mother and your sister. That’s just how things are here. I’d love to talk to some mother/son couples, and see how it is for them.”

“Right…”

Samantha squeezed her brother’s arm reassuringly. “Come on big bro, it’ll be fun. I’m with mom on this one, I’d love to see some other brother/sister couplings.”

Dean felt awkward all the way during the cab ride, a woman on each side of him, squeezing his leg and leaning against him. He didn’t know where to look, everywhere his eyes went beautiful incestuous flesh was on display. His sister, seeing his discomfort, whispered in his ear. “You’re the, Alpha big bro. BE the Alpha.”

“Ladies and Gentlemen! Alphas and Betas! Welcome toooooo Paradise!” A booming voice welcomed the crowd gathered in front of the new Paradise club on the edge of Orphantown. “It is my honor to present the famous and b-e-a-utiful Jennifer Stone and her son Jason to open our new club here. You all know them of course from their many amazing videos. Be sure to go see them at the Breeding Festival at the end of this week too, where Jason here will knock up his mother in a live event!”

Jason took the mic from the man and walked up on stage, his hand around his mother’s waist. “Welcome everyone. Is everyone excited?” The crowd shouted, Jason grinned, stepping aside so his mother could grab the golden scissors to cut the ribbon. “As you all know, I’m a man of action, not a man of words.” He winked suggestively, making the crowd laugh. “So let’s get on with the party!” He gestured towards his mother who theatrically cut the ribbon.

They stepped aside to let the throng of people stream into the new club, allowing themselves to be led off to the artists entrance where Dean quickly lost sight of him. He’d been a bit starstruck to see them so close. “I’m sure he’ll be around later sweetheart; just don’t pester the man.”

“What?” He turned to his mother, a small blush on his cheeks.

“I know you’re a fan sweetheart; you really shouldn’t leave your porn open so casually…” she grinned.

Dean recovered, smacking his mother’s ass. “Luckily I don’t need the fantasy any more, since I’ve got the both of you now.”

“Ooh, look who’s found his Alpha side” Mary teased, giggling after his hand hit her butt.

Dean put his arms around his mother and sister’s waists. “Come on girls, let’s go have some fun.” Both of the women smiled as they let themselves be led inside.

At the entrance, Dean was given 5 ribbons in exchange for his entrance fee. “For if your girls want to get drinks.” Dean didn’t really get it at first. As he looked around, clothes seemed to signify status. For women, the more skin they showed, the higher they seemed to be ranked with their Alpha. Easier access to the favourites he supposed. Alphas seemed to wear whatever they wanted and were recognized by their attitude, the way they seemed to own the space around them. The Beta and Local men seemed to be the opposite of the women. The more skin they showed, the lower they were on the totem pole. Especially the girly Locals mostly wore very small skirts which showed their thongs and bulges when they danced.

After leaving his mother and sister in a booth, Dean went to get drinks. The first thing that struck him at the bar, the only people at the bar were either women or extremely girly men. He seemed to be the only Alpha getting drinks. Amongst themselves, there was the occasional push or shove as each Beta tried to get the bartender's attention. Locals were a bit more subdued as they gave way to Beta’s most of the time. But when Dean walked up, the crowd parted like he was Moses. Almost every person at the bar was wearing a ribbon. The bartender explained.

“The owner decided that the best way to regulate drunks was through the Alphas. Without a ribbon, you can only get non-alcoholic drinks unless you’re an Alpha yourself. That way you don’t have obnoxious drunks unless a specific Alpha is into that in which case it’s their problem. Each Alpha gets 5 which is about the amount you can reasonably expect a single person to handle whilst drinking themselves. It also means for the single Locals, the only way to get a drink is to find favour with an Alpha.”

Dean nodded. After the tour and the emphasis on Alpha responsibility this Zone seemed to have, it made sense. He ordered the drinks and brought them back to the booth where he saw his sister and mother had been joined by a girl. No… he thought, an extremely girly boy judging from the little bulge in the front.

“Hey Dean, you’re here with our drinks!” His mom whooped, happy to see him. “This here is Ross, but you can call him Rochelle. Isn’t he adorable?”

Dean looked the boy up and down. He’d definitely visited Pearson’s in the past. While Rochelle had no tits to speak of, he did have a bubble butt that he did not believe was all natural. Combining that with very feminine facial features and full lips, you’d barely know he was a guy except for the little bulge. Rochelle seemed very happy to have been picked up, judging from the look on his face.

“I thought we could use a guide to tell us all about living in the OZ. Is that okay baby, I don’t want to overstep…”

“I won’t be a bother sir!” Rochelle said, his voice indistinguishable from that of a girl’s.

Dean shook his head. “No it’s fine mom. So...uhm… Rochelle? Do I call you a her or him or…”

“Whatever you want sir, the Alpha that improved me said I should aim to please and not think about stuff like that.”

“Right…” Dean seemed at a loss for a moment before continuing.

Dean looked around the club floor, surveying the crowd while Rochelle talked about the OZ. It was clear Pearson’s was a big presence in Queen’s River. From the Alphas to the Betas and Locals, everyone seemed to be on something. While ridiculous proportions were rare, Dean only saw one woman with tits you could drown in with an Alpha who seemed to be trying to do just that, most people were enhanced. Most Alphas were ripped and tall and the milfs seemed to be a lot perkier than their age would suggest.

The Locals… the Local men seemed to fall into two categories according to Rochelle. The 'gurls' and the 'tools'. Tools did a lot of the physical labour and acted as servants. Gurls were feminized Locals and were basically sexdolls. What was remarkable to Dean is that changing intelligence was extremely rare. In his own zone it was not uncommon for men to transform women into literal bimbos, requiring a trip to Pearson’s to be able to think straight again.

Here in Queen’s River obedience from Betas and Locals was so ingrained, it wasn’t necessary to be dumbed down in order to be eager to serve. Rochelle explained that if Dean wanted, any Local woman, gurl or tool would not only jump to his every command, they’d be very happy to do so. Serving an Alpha meant serving the Town.

That didn’t mean that bimbos didn’t exist, but it was mostly self-inflicted through the use of recreational ****. Rochelle blushed when he mentioned the last part.

“So if he ordered you to get on your knees under the table and worship his cock…” Mary said, grinning. Rochelle perked up immediately, giving a hopeful glance at Dean.

“I wanna see that” mumbled Samantha through her straw, blushing and not meeting Dean’s eyes.

Dean looked at Rochelle. He’d never really entertained thoughts of experimenting before but...Rochelle wasn’t exactly a man was he? And he/she did look very cute with very inviting lips…. Rochelle noticed his indecision. “Sir? The uhm… unofficial Alpha slogan is, ‘It’s not gay if it’s with a Local’” He giggled very girlishly.

“Fuck it, get on your knees. That’ll be your reward for being our tourist guide.” he said, spreading his legs.

Rochelle gave a little squeal of excitement and got in between them, looking up happily. “Thank you sir, you won’t regret it!” He reached up to unzip him when Mary stopped him.

“Use your teeth you little sissy slut” she said, not unkindly but firm. Rochelle nodded and leaned forward, grabbing his zipper with her teeth and slowly moving it down, looking Dean in the eyes.