The BMA

After a pleasant lunch with Jenny, who had her mind flooded in enough estrogen to not mention her question again, John began to wonder if he was starting to become a conspiracy theorist now. And even if he did, did any of this really matter? After all, he could dick around all day, figuratively and literally, had a shitload of money, he was practically living in paradise. And still, there was that gnawing feeling of wanting to uncover the truth about... well about whatever the fuck was going on here.

After lunch, he decided to go after one of the very few clues he had. He texted Steve.

Hey, just checking in if you have come to terms with everything by now. If you like, we could meet up tonight and talk about it?

Other than Jenny, he did not answer back immediately. Well, John could imagine what he was busy doing right now. With his phone already in hand, John looked through his various apps until he came across the list of residents he had seen once before. The LAP, as he now knew. It also said that on his screen. The upper left corner of the app displayed LAP. Granted, the various pictures of sexy sluts fighting for his attention made him miss it the last time, but it was there.

John was looking for some kind of administrative legal information about the app but there was nothing to be found. Strange... He went through the kind of wiki he had on his phone and found an entrance on the LAP there as well.

'The List of Available Partners is an island-wide repository where any woman can register to be listed. It has the purpose to provide men with a list of potential partners for amorous activities for them to have easy access to at any time. Members are to be ready to be on call within one hour after getting chosen at any time.'

Wow. One hour, huh? So if he ordered a girl from the other side of the island, they would send her over here immediately if he wished that? He read on and came to the part

'...The LAP is a part of the Everything for men! program and is administrated by the Bureau of Mating Affairs (BMA).'

Now he was getting somewhere. A quick search later, he found that the BMA was to be found within a government building in the city center. Time to check that out, John decided. He did not want Jenny to drive him there so he took a bus instead. Half an hour, many needy cock-hungry looks and a pair of big fat groped tits later, John arrived in front of a large official-looking building.

It did not exactly look inviting, but then again administrative buildings rarely looked appealing from an aesthetic point of view, right? And he was not here for sightseeing. Large lettering above the main entrance told everyone who bothered to read them that this was city hall. It was not exactly swarming with people, but every now and then someone got in and out with a bored look on their faces. Some things never change, it seemed.

John decided to just take a look inside for himself. After all, he could do anything he wanted, right? What's the worst that could happen? Inside, he was greeted by a guard woman sitting behind a glass window. Well, not so much a guard as more of a porter maybe. She stared at him in utter disbelief. He was used to women being pleasantly surprised at the sight of a man, but this was different. He had the feeling, he was not supposed to be here. Or at least, that it was highly unusual that he was.

"Hi." he greeted her. "I am looking for the BMA?" without taking her eyes off him she mechanically answered "Third floor on the right." She stared after him as he walked over to the elevators. When the doors slid shut behind him, he thought he saw her grabbing for her phone. Maybe not the best sign...