Do your business

You think of what could have been between you and Meredith. You unzip your pants. She stares blankly. Meredith, the angry feminist who hated you at first, who could never be persuaded. Then who became as horny as any girl you'd ever met.

You could have taken her then. You pull out your cock. And she sees it for the first time. She doesn't quite react. You sense maybe a smile under all the blankness.

Of course, you didn't take her then. You had a misguided sense of duty perhaps. You thought it was wrong to fuck any of the women from the retreat. So instead you brought her here.

You step up to her, closer, closer. Her mouth drops. You slide your cock into it. Her plump lips wrap around it. You could have felt her lips around your cock in a night of passion between the two of you, hell maybe even with some friends. Maybe you could have brought her home to Carrie. All the ways things could have been different.

You piss.

You see her body heave and stress. You see her throat gulp it down, like it's the most delicious thing she's ever tasted. And you feel your cock getting hard in her mouth as the warmth of your piss fills it and starts to drip out of her lips onto her body. And then you finish, and pull your stiff cock back, and take a deep breath.

Then taking a cue from the guy who brought you here you slap her, as hard as you can. Her hair flings across her face. Drops of your golden present spring off her lips.

You wonder. Is this what she is to be? Forever? Is something like this what all women are to be? Aren't you a part of that? Isn't this the point of the Retreat, and the American Feminine Transformation Act that Mr. Rydell told you about?

You think of what he said: "These things that are happening all around us. They're not just a phase. They're not temporary. Society is changing." Even if you never thought it would come to this. Shouldn't you embrace it? Hell, you run the most successful Retreat in the country. You've already embraced it. It's your job to intensify it.