Avoid her

Something about the way she is standing doesn’t sit right with you so you just keep right on walking out of the park. Turning left you keep walking down the street, trying not to look back to see if the cop was still staring at you.

Once you got out of sight of her you relax somewhat and start to look around again. It becomes very hard to not stare as you find that the minimal or sometimes non-existent clothing worn by those in the park was not a anomaly. With the exception of a few pregnant women that you run across every woman on the street is dressed the same.

Another odd thing you notice is when you try not to stare at them as they walk you get stared at but when you allow yourself to openly gawk as an experiment you are ignored. You can’t figure that out but you use it to observe as much as you can. It seems like there is some kind of reasoning to some of the skimpy outfits. You walk past a cafe where you spot a tall woman in a stylish maids outfit, the neckline plunges so far that it leaves nothing at all to the imagination. Looking through the window you also see the first other man you have seen so far he is sitting talking to another man, both of them barely look up as the sexy maid places plates in front of them.

You keep walking, not really understanding what the hell is going on but feeling like you need to get some information.

As if on cue you spot a sign that you do recognise, the giant blue i which tells you that there is a Information Kiosk inside of that building. Maybe they can direct you to some place you can find out about the history of this world.

Stepping through the doors you find yourself in a small lobby area, it seems that you are the only person interested in getting information right now. Aside from a few cheap worn chairs there is a large front desk, sitting behind it is a young woman who is one of the more dressed women you have seen. She seems to be trying to effect 50’s Americana in her dress with a Polka dot dress and horn rimmed glasses. The effect is ruined somewhat by the fact that she has cut the chest out of the dress and clearly doesn’t care much for bras. You can’t help but notice that she has a tattoo or her left breast that has turned her nipple into the center of a shooting star.

“How can I help you today sir?” She asks, brightly, seemingly unaffected by your staring.

You snap back to reality and start to spin a yarn about being a tourist and wanting to find out about the history of the city. As you speak you glance past her into the work area behind the desk. A dozen people are back there sitting behind desks or moving around and you notice one man among them. He has the look of a office intern to you but you see he is standing talking to a slightly older woman who has gone completely nude. Her age has done little to affect her figure or breasts and the two of them seemed to be having a perfectly civil conversation.

You become so engrossed in looking at the scene behind you that you miss the response from the girl in front of you. “I’m sorry could you repeat that?”

“I said I would be happy to give you a potted history of the city if you would like?” She repeats brightly, thrumming with the eager happiness of the kind of person who somehow enjoys working with the public.

You make a sound in the affirmative and she begins to reel off the history of the city for you. As you listen to it you look at her, something about her doesn’t sit quite right with you. Beyond the casual nudity there is something else about the way she looks at you and speaks. A tiny part of your brain has already figured it out and is trying to shout loud enough to be heard over the din of land deals and ground breakings. Right now it is failing.

You listen on to the history lesson, sometimes glancing past her to the room beyond, it is one of these times that you see something very very strange. The pair of naked woman and younger man are both still standing talking to each other but as you watch the man reaches out his hand and slides it between her legs.

You stare in disbelief as he begins to move his hand back and forth, clearly fingering this woman in the middle of a office and in full sight of the public!

“...of course that was when the decline started to be noticed…” You are snapped back to the moment by that. You focus back on the girl in front of you and notice that she has crossed her arms which has had the effect of pushing her breasts together and up.

You start to listen again as she explains that something called the Decline lead to the industrial revolution become driven more by female labour as male. However it wasn't until the turn of the 19th century that the seriousness of the problem became clear and demanded action.

Beyond that point she delved again into the minutia of city planning and so you let your eye wander back to the pair beyond her. It takes you a second to find the pair again as they have moved away from the center of the room towards one of the empty desks.

As you watch the woman places the folder she was holding down on the desk, still speaking over her shoulder she places both her hands flat on the desktop, her ass sticking out. You don’t really believe what you are seeing even as the young man pulls his cock from his trousers. His hand running up and down her back as they continue to talk even as he positions himself behind her, gripping her hips as he pushes slowly into her.

Even though you are seeing this all happen in profile there is no doubt that you are watching these two people fuck.You watch as the man bottoms out, holding there for a moment before pulling back and beginning to thrust. The woman turns her face back towards the desk and actually open the folder that she had been carrying.

You watch this strange scene, a woman calmly reading something whilst a man fucks her with abandon. All the while mere inches away other people sit and work, if they notice at all it is only to give the pair a annoyed glance, as if fucking in the middle of the office was a annoyance on the same level as someone talking too loudly.

So enraptured by the scene are you that you don’t realise the woman in front of you has stopped talking until she waves her hand in front of your face. When you snap back to yourself she turns to look at what you were staring at. When she sees the pair, the man now going so hard you can hear the sound of flesh slapping against flesh over the din of the room, she simply gives a slight laugh.

“Sorry about that,” She begins as she looks back at you. “Davy is the office intern, he has a thing about Margie.” She says that last part with a hint of disapproval in her voice.

You look at the woman in front of you with new eyes and suddenly everything falls into place. The tone, the looks and the stance. You realise where you have seen it all before.

This girl wants to fuck you!

Your mind reels yet again as behind her the young man called Davey slams himself home, his body tensing as he cums, you realise without a condom, inside Margie. You start to wonder about what the hell the rules are in this world, the clothing, the look this girl was giving you and now the public fucking.