Meanwhile across town

Author's note: I have previously mentioned that screwy things happen when Caleb is not very specific when creating his normalities. I have been going back over the story and wondering what kind of wrenches I could throw in based on his sometimes vague wording. It has only been a few weeks since he found the normality watch/dial. Reality is still settling after the many normalities he has created and this chapter will give a bit of insight into changes that Caleb and his harem might not have noticed yet, or ones that do not affect them yet.

“How much did you bring us this time?”

Kesha was seated at a table in the Dolphin club, one of the less reputable lesbian clubs known throughout the city as a good place for shady dealings. The fat lady across from her was the owner, a butch lesbian named Rhonda.

Kesha placed a cooler the size of a large shoebox on the table and said, “I’ve got six hundred milliliters of top quality cum. All of it came from my high school football and basketball teams. Every one of them a ripe eighteen years old.”

Rhonda chuckled and said, “No one cares who it comes from if it ain’t certified. They just care about the quality they can test, and taste.”

She opened the cooler and removed one of the bottles inside. Opening the bottle she sniffed at its contents then passed it to a nerdy looking woman behind her. That women used an eye dropper to place a sample on a microscope slide and another in a test tube.

Kesha and the owner waited for the results of the examination. Kesha hated the wait. Neither woman was interested in small talk. This was a business transaction and nothing more.

The nerdy woman whispered into Rhonda’s ear. She smiled at Kesha and said, “You brought me some top notch stuff. High motility and according to Jackie here, not a hint of Cum Blaster in it. I’ll give you $900 for the whole batch.”

Kesha tried to keep her voice level. Rhonda was a dangerous woman and it would not be good for her health to get on Rhonda's bad side. There was a lot of muscle buried underneath the fat. “I can get twice that selling it on the street.”

Rhonda leaned back. Her smile was predatory, “Ha! Be my guest. No one will pay you that kind of price, but do you even wanna take that chance? Pretty little thing like you would not do well in prison. Selling cum without a license is a federal crime sweet thing. The price of black market cum is dropping all over the city. No one wants the unregistered stuff when there is a Stretcher King in town feeding and breeding women for free. And that damn Cum Blaster is hurting dealers like me. There’s too damn much supply and not enough demand. Face it, I can get this stuff sold without getting busted, you can't.”

Kesha’s mother was a sales representative for one of the synthetic cum manufacturing companies. Cum Blaster was killing their profits. Kesha knew that prices had started to drop in the stores even for the organic farmed cum but she didn’t think it would hurt the black market. Cum Blaster, the latest supplement for men, had a detrimental effect on the taste of a mans cum, but it also increased a man’s cum production significantly. Legal cum you bought in a store was sterilized and at least a few days old, meaning not only did it not taste as good as cum straight from the cock, you couldn’t use it to get pregnant. The men that worked at cum farms had to register with the government and be tested regularly for diseases, which meant the farms could produce a high quality product but it was very expensive. Most women preferred fresh organic cum, but as their husbands aged, their cum production decreased. Enough women were willing to settle for their man taking Cum Blaster supplements rather than pay the higher price for better quality and taste. Sales of synthetic cum had tanked because cum from a man that used Cum Blaster was still better tasting than synthetic cum.

All of that meant there would always be women willing to pay for the illegal stuff. The only real risk for them was getting a batch tainted with a STD.

Nine hundred dollars for twenty vials was a terrible price. Or it would have been before Cum Blaster was approved for sale. Ever since it hit the market middle age and older women, the most common women seeking unregistered cum, could get what they needed from their husbands.

Kesha took the money and left the club.

Rhonda walked into her office and sat down at her desk, the chair creaking loudly in protest of her weight. The deal with Kesha went better than she expected. While it was true Cum Blaster was hurting the price of cum, it wasn't nearly as bad as stupid little girls like Kesha believed. Most women prefer quality over quantity. When you've been eating steak all your life why settle for all the hamburger you could eat when you could still have steak, just less of it?

Removing the key from around her neck she unlocked the refrigerated safe beside her. Carefully she removed one of the two small colorful vials inside.

She read the label on the vial she paid five thousand dollars each for. ‘Stretcher King Caleb Anders Cum, Extracted with love by Kathy Daniels. Certified and sealed by Priestess Sonia Garcia, Sisterhood of the Heavenly Cock. Our gift to you, with all our love, the Anders Harem.’

On the bottom of the label was a packaged on date. Both vials were only two days old. There was no expiration date like other types of cum. No matter how old a Stretcher Kings cum was, it never spoiled, and the taste only got better with age. More than one counterfeiter had missed that little detail.

She cracked open the seal on the small 30 milliliter vial. The freshness seals produced by the sisterhood were almost impossible to counterfeit, so she knew without a doubt it was real, even if she hadn’t seen the pictures of the woman who sold her the vials getting fucked by the Stretcher King. It was rumored among the underground dealers that the sisterhood went after counterfeiters with a vengeance. If they caught you, no one would ever know where they buried your body.

When she removed the stopper the scent hit her nose in seconds. Her pussy immediately juiced up. The smell was divine. Using an eye dropper she dripped a little on her tongue. The taste was even better than the smell. She closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair. Small orgasms exploded across her body.

She opened the webpage containing the pictures from the orgy. When she previously viewed them she had focused her attention on the women, but this time Caleb and his cock drew her eye. She hadn’t seen one up close in many years. It had been even longer since one of the vile things had been inside her. Not since she escaped her old life.

All through her childhood she had a crush on her uncle, her father’s brother. He was the quintessential bad boy, and she was a pretty innocent young woman that flirted with him constantly. Their first time together had been in the bed of his truck the weekend after she turned eighteen. After that he would find any excuse to take her around town. They had sex wherever they wanted, often multiple times a day. Soon enough they started having sex in front of his friends. Then he began letting his friends have fun with her too. She was getting more cum than she ever believed possible. She was sucking and fucking several men a day. Then she found out he was taking money to rent her body out. Eventually the men were no longer friendly and her uncle wouldn’t let her say no. Without her ever realizing it he had become her pimp and she was trapped.

She went to the one man she thought she could trust. But he already knew, because he was getting a cut of the profits, and helping to find guys to fuck her. The first time her father used her she wanted to die.

She went through each picture. The joy and love on the faces of the women as the Stretcher King fucked them and fed them his cum was unmistakable. This is what sex with a man should have been like. This was the kind of man she should have given herself to, not the monsters her uncle and father turned out to be. She placed a few more drops of his cum on her tongue. Her clit was engorged and needy. Her nipples felt like diamonds.

She looked closer at the women in the pictures. All of the women in the Stretcher Kings harem were young and beautiful with big, or even huge, firm breasts. One woman in particular stood out as the most beautiful, the sexiest, with the biggest breasts. It was said she was extremely kind and generous. A woman to look up to. A woman to emulate. A few more drops of cum landed on Rhonda's tongue. Her pussy flexed with a need she had long thought gone forever. A need to be filled.

She looked down at her own body and was disgusted by what she saw. Her tits were small but saggy and her body was flabby. She looked back at the pictures of the Stretcher Kings women. She resolved to change. First she needed to lose some weight, and then perhaps she should get a breast enlargement. She called down to the kitchen and told them to send her up a salad.

While she waited for her meal, she went through her accounting book. Business had been pretty good lately and she figured her staff could use a raise.

"Calm down Tammy. I'm sure it will turn up. If it doesn't I can always get you another one. Caleb filled two of the nut milk jars this morning before he went shopping. We can fill over a dozen vials out of one jar. In fact, you can have some of mine."

Tammy was beside herself. She distinctly remembered putting her vial of Caleb's cum on her nightstand before she went to bed. She thought it was still there when she left for the mall that morning. When she returned for lunch it was gone. She tore her room apart looking for it. She then called Hazel who rushed right over.

Hazel was worried that her friend was suffering from cum addiction. It was extremely rare but it happened, usually from massive overindulgence in the tasty treat. Tammy had eaten a lot of cum last night, but if Hazel's health class was right, it should only happen after years of heavy use. That information didn't do much to alleviate her worries. Cum addicts would do anything to get their next load. Without treatment, many ended up out on the streets as prostitutes, giving away their bodies to any man that would have them just for the smallest taste of their cum. When Tammy waved away the open vial Hazel held, Hazel gave a quiet sigh of relief.

"That's not the point. I wasn't gonna eat it. I wasn't ever going to open it. I was going to keep it as a souvenir. My very first lesbian orgy! I got cream pied and my face cum covered by a Stretcher King too. That's like winning an Olympic gold medal the same day you win the lottery. Ugh. You wouldn't understand. He's your brother. You win the lottery every damn day."

Hazel wasn't sure if she should be insulted or not. She said, "Okay, look Tammy. You're right. The new Stretcher King is my brother. But did you forget that you're one of my best friends? I promise you'll get invited to more orgies with him. Even if you don't find it, Kathy will give you another at the next orgy. I'll make sure of it. Okay?"

"Damn it. Fine. As long as you promise. It's still not the same though. They say you never forget your first lesbian orgy." Tammy kicked some of her clothes strewn about the floor and lay down on her bed.

"You know what you need? You need an orgasm," Hazel said as she pulled her shirt off and climbed onto the bed.

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