Time To Pay the Piper

“John my boy! What’d you think of our internship program?” Wayne said. You told him that it was amazing; it covered all the important bases. “Glad to hear it John. Since we put that program in a few months ago we’ve noticed that wives are more prepared for marriage and men are more prepared to work here. It’s a win-win!”

Wayne continued, “So do you still think that an 18 year old Whitwoman isn’t prepared for marriage?” You told him that you were wrong; even though they were 18 they had the skills, the drive, and they fully embraced the Whitman ideology. “Sorry Wayne, didn’t mean to offend when I originally said that” you said. “No worries there John. It’s hard to grasp that someone who never had sex before their 18th birthday could be a pro at it just a few weeks later. That’s how we work though!”

“So John” Wayne continued, “Did you give any more thought to taking Jennifer as your wife? Again, completely up to you, but I’m hoping she impressed you in there.”

The truth was that everyone in there impressed you. Jennifer did know how to bake, she was very flexible, she could easily fit your cock in her throat and ass, and she was learning advanced sex techniques such as impaling her ass on a dick. Combined with her still being in high school and her utter beauty, she would make a great wife.

You wondered to yourself then, why wasn’t she the clear front runner? As awesome as she was, you still kept thinking about others. You’d grown an affection for Natalie. The stories Natalie told you turned you on. She was beautiful but very down to Earth. You also couldn’t get Bianca out of your mind. Not only was she possibly the hottest woman in that singles room, but her years as a porn star made her a pro at anything related to sex. You appreciated how she spoke to you too. You could tell she very much believed in the Whitman principals, but she wasn’t afraid to give you the “real” story either. It made her more attractive knowing that she knew full well what some of these rules and traditions were really meant to do. She didn’t care though; she wanted to be a Whitwoman. That was all that mattered to you.

You also could not choose a wife right now and wait. With turning down Wayne’s daughter, then getting a special pass to watch the Internship classes, you figured that might be what sets Wayne off. Still, you were a Whitman, and if none of these women felt right to you then it was your prerogative to find someone else.

You told Wayne that you wanted 24 hours to make a decision. By the end of work the following day you’d tell him who your wife was. You left work, got in your truck, and headed home. You needed to spend the evening making the biggest decision of your life.