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OTEC_CloudNine
OTEC the novel		http://literatemachine.com/node/142
OTEC COPYRIGHT (C) 2007 DAWootan, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED by DAWootan




The filter protected Vin from 99 percent of what the prisoner was enduring.
One percent was more than enough, he screamed in agony, he had no mouth 
to scream with
so he used the prisoners, unaware, he was not the prisoner.
Unaware he was not a pregnant female strapped to a stainless steel table.

This part of the trailer was mercifully brief, a handful of seconds, 
genitals plugged into a wall socket.

With memories intact, Vin found himself in the body of a newspaper 
reporter, at a news conference.
They were interviewing a former official of one of the Task Forces, who 
had been in charge of the largest concentration camp in Buenos Aires, 
the Navy Mechanics School (ESMA). He was recalling:
"One of the lovely systems Mengele ( the nickname given to the camp 
doctor ) invented to torture pregnant women was with a spoon. They put a 
spoon or a metallic instrument in the vagina until it touched the fetus.
Then they give it 220. They shock the fetus. "
	_____

	[ 77 on cloud nine and again ]


Vin made a stabbing at motion with his hand as though he was putting a 
spear fist through drywall.
He moved his hand in a rectangular fashion. A glowing doorway appeared, 
supported by thin air.
Vin stepped through into a gigantic Baroque, gilded, office the size of 
a basketball court.
He walked over to the gigantic desk, snatching up the antique ivory and 
gold telephone.
"Yes." a voice replied instantly.
"Ship it, I don't want to hear another word about it... ever."
Vin slammed the phone back in its cradle, without waiting for a reply.
He made another stabbing at motion, stepping into his small office with 
steel furniture.
He sat for twenty minutes without moving a muscle.
His hand snaked out, snatching up his telephone.

"We will be having an all-department-heads, meeting in twenty minutes."

"Gentlemen ... Ladies, we are no longer in the 
electro-torture-of-male-prisoners business.
Young Leopard, at the end of this meeting, take a couple of guys, some 
boards, and nails,
make sure no one is inside, nail the damn door shut.
Facilities, as soon as possible, send some drywall people up there, 
replace the door with a wall.
I want the room to disappear.
Accounting, send everyone's money back, cancel all future events, if 
anyone is in transit,
give them an all expense paid, here in the hotel.
IT, take down all the web pages associated with 
electro-torture-of-male-prisoners.
There will be no discussion, however, I will entertain questions about 
implementation details.
Questions? going once, going twice, gone."

Vin stood and walked out of the room. He walked several blocks to Japan 
Town, where he went
to the Buddhist monastery, entering an unused monk's cell, closing and 
locking the door.

During the next three days and three nights, everyone who knew Vin 
knocked on his door
at least once.
One the third day, some one began pounding on his door with a shoe.
"Go away!"
"That won't work I'm your boss."
"I don't have a boss."
"Yes you do shit head, who do you think hired you as reality Lord?"
Vin opened the door. She looked like Lady Kathy, molecule for molecule 
identical.
Except for the eyes, eyes more than three thousand years old.

"You look awful, and smell even worse, give me your hand!"
Vin extended his hand, and found himself on cloud nine and again.
Vin did not remember removing his monk's robe. She led him into a 
bubbling Jacuzzi pool.

Sometime later Vin was nearly normal again.
"So why were you barricading yourself in a monk's cell?"
Vin looking into those all-knowing eyes, and was unavailable, to avoid, 
evade or dissemble.
"Tiny fifty pound girls screamed till they passed out, pregnant women ... 
they did things to pregnant women ...
they suffered, all of them suffered unimaginably ... all because of me, I 
made it all possible."
The all-knowing eyes, softened with a look of compassion.
"Do you remember when your Sprite program took control of this slice?"
"Yes."
"So we could keep the old Reality Lord from torturing people?"
"Yes."
"Do, you remember at that time, we downloaded simulations, artificial 
personalities, that do not suffer?"
"Oh!" Vin said, understanding beginning to appear in his eyes.
"I see why your wives love you, you're a little slow, but lovable 
nonetheless."
"So no one suffered?"
"No, ... no one can be tortured in any slice we control."
"What about the husbands forced to watch?"
"Suffering is a state of mind, torture is extreme suffering, no one can 
be tortured in any slice we control."
"Thank you!" Vin said embracing her.
The embrace turned into a kiss, Vin felt a warm hand on his erection.
Looking over the mother of all Kathy's shoulder, he saw a four poster 
bed that had not been there, moments before.

Sometime later they reached the conversation stage.
"You are unique in many ways, do you realize?"
"How so?"
"Well, you are number one, the first OTEC slice to take control away 
from a Reality Lord.
... And you're the only one ever to refuse me."
"I refused you?"
"Think back, you asked if I was in danger, I replied:
'There is some danger this connection will be discovered, the longer I 
stay, the greater the danger.'
You are the only one ever to consider my safety."
"Are you in danger now?"
"No." She laughed
"You are the only one, ever to overcome all the locks, preventing a 
reality generator from becoming self-aware."
"Maybe it was because I invited him to have sex with my wives."
"You did?"
"Sure, he brings them great pleasure, in nine million years, you learn a 
trick or two."
"You are a remarkable man, your wives are lucky to have you.
You are also the first avatar ever to produce a slice, possibly the most 
successful slice ever. "
"Actually my reality generator did all the work."
"He is, also, the first reality generator ever to send e-mail 
complaining his boss has barricaded himself in a monk's cell."
"He did?"
"Why do you think I'm here?"
"Because I am a copy of the man you love?"
A deep pain flashed briefly through the ancient eyes.
"You are estranged?"
"Three thousand years is a long time."
"Give me your cell phone."
"We haven't use cell phones in millennium."
"That's no reason not to hand me one."

Vin pushed the number one button.
"Hello, this is your number one avatar, Vin, I am here in bed with a 
beautiful blonde lady, who loves you dearly.
If you love her, reach across time and space, garbing my hand, I will 
pull you through."

Vin hopped out of bed, holding the covers back for the newcomer.
"Call , if you want a ménage du twa, I'm in the book."
He didn't think they heard him. ( They did, and they did. )

Vin looked about cloud nine, it was finite and boundless. He walked 
about one hundred yards
until he came to the four poster bed, containing a madly copulating couple.

He closed his eyes, reaching out with his hand, grabbing the mattress on 
the narrow bed
in his monk's cell, pulling himself through.

Standing there naked, Vin looked up to see Lady Kathy coming down the 
hall, with a fire ax.
"I hope you brought the fire ax, for the door."
"That depends on whether you agree to accompany me immediately to 
Penny's coming out party."
Kathy observed, staring at his manhood, fingering the sharp edge of the ax.
"Coming out party?"
"Has anyone ever observed that you are a little slow?"
"Ah, ... yes, ... rather recently as a matter of fact."
"Then I will lead you by the mental hand, ... you produced web pages, for 
Penny, yes?"
"Yes."
"So she he could sell herself at auction on the Internet?"
"Yes."
"And the day is all this to be be done, is ... ?"
"Oh shit!"
"Oh shit, indeed! She has been bawling her eyes out, all morning, 
because her shit head father doesn't give a shit about her."

Vin arrived in time to reassure Penny he loved her, she was beautiful, 
he was proud of her, he totally
supported her decision to become a prostitute, and she should go have 
them put her makeup on.

Post Lazarus, there are few children, disease and old age are no more.
Death is the result of misadventure or suicide.
There are a handful of live births each year, necessary, to maintain a 
stable population.
Children were precious bundles of joy, born to parents who want them 
badly enough to spend time and money
conceiving them.
Communities rejoiced, newspapers report, when a child is about to be 
added to their numbers.
These children were looked after, doted upon, watched over by the entire 
community.
There is no opportunity to have sex with them, suggesting such a thing, 
would result in violent mob action.
What is scarce, becomes desirable. What is desirable becomes expensive.
What is desirable and unattainable becomes priceless.

Vin had deliberately picked a day when no cruise ships were scheduled.

Penny walked out on stage wearing her schoolgirl uniform complete with 
leotard.
She stood, smiling at the audience, as a stage hand carried out a 
folding chair, setting it up beside her.
Without word, or hesitation, she began with the tiny mother of pearl 
buttons on her white cotton blouse.
The piano had fallen silent, the whorehouse patrons had fallen silent.
Sixty five pound Penny was working the crowd, loving it.
She was doing this on the small stage at the whorehouse. The audience 
knew women ( even little girls )
did not get naked on this stage in preparation for poetry reading.
While Penny was undoing the innumerable small buttons, Vin and Joan 
rolled out the , rubber tired, hospital bed.
They had time to retract the wheels, lowering the side rails, before 
they last small button was undone.
No one noticed them exit, right of stage, as Penny was pulling her 
blouse over her head, revealing her
little girl training bra. Penny went neither fast, nor slow, she was 
merely undressing, allowing them to watch.
She laid the blouse over over the chair back, smoothing wrinkles out of it.
Removing the training bra revealed breasts, larger than fried eggs, hens 
eggs anyway, there were about the size of two fried goose eggs.
She could have played with them, coyly smiling at the audience, she did 
not.
She rotated her plaid skirt so the zipper was in front, sliding the 
zipper down, undoing the button at the top.
She slipped the tiny garment up over her head.
No one noticed ( consciously anyway ) the paparazzi, with shoulder 
mounted cameras,
surrounding the bed as she did this. You could cut the sexual tension in 
the room with a butter knife.
Penny's leotard might be more accurately be described as opaque 
pantyhose, or perhaps
Long Johns, as they had no feet. She sat, her tiny butt on a folding 
chair, as she peeled the garment off,
revealing her slender thighs and legs.
She stood, naked.
Naked except for her white bobby socks, patent leather shoes, and 
antique elastic "Hoosier" Ladies' Sanitary
(menstrual) belt, with metal buckles supporting a Kotex maxi pad.
The room had gone as silent as a morgue.
Lazarus saves women the trouble, and bother, of having periods, men do 
not produce viable sperm,
it would be pointless, and cruel, for women to have periods.
Only young women, not yet infected with the Lazarus virus have periods.
( Penny had taken drugs to produce this seldom seen marvel. )
With a smile on her face, Penny stepped, front and center looking up.
A microphone on a long cord was being lowered from above.
It stopped about eight feet up. Penny stood there tapping her toe, 
looking at it.
When the last of the audience stopped giggling at the vaudeville humor, 
the microphone
was lowered to the required four feet.

"I come from a place far from here, a place that is primitive by your 
standards, we do not have electricity.
We do have indoor plumbing, however."

Penny paused for the laughter to subside, she could have read aloud from 
the phone book, receiving a
standing ovation from this crowd.

"Our sexual customs, differ from yours, young ladies decide for 
themselves when they are old enough for sex.
I am hoping some of you today will help me make the transition, from a 
young lady, to woman.
A woman who is accepted in your society... as a woman."

Wild cheering applause. ( Vin had genuine concerns about the security 
aspects of this event. )
"Will number one come forward, please."

A smiling man in a bathrobe trotted on stage. He had bid at auction, the 
equivalent of a nine bedroom
house, with helipad, for the right to go first.
Joan, beaming with pride, helped him out of his bathrobe.
Penny grabbed him by the erection, leading him upstage, the paparazzi 
maneuvering around them
like honeybees attending to their Queen.
He was, of course, a premature ejaculator, Vin resisted the temptation 
to calculate the cost per stroke.
Penny clamped her tiny thighs together, trapping the limp dick.
"Edith." Penny called over her shoulder.
The paparazzi were there to do more than provide, porno shoot ambiance 
for the event.
This was worldwide, pay-for-view.
( Penny made enough to retire a wealthy woman in one afternoon. )
"This is my friend Edith, she is going to show you a good time.
Edith, as you kiss him, whisper in his ear what you and K2 are going to 
do to him?"
Edith was not wearing anything but her makeup, the microphone was unable 
to capture what she said.
However they were able to photograph the bloody election as it was removed.
The planetary population accepted the photographic evidence, 
Short-Stroke-Sam had deflowered Penny.
The cameras took their time about it, photographing Penny and her 
ravaged vagina from all angles, they macro lensed the blood and semen on 
the sheets.
Joan led five men in bathrobes on stage, number two climbed on, the 
other four stood there, stroking themselves, waiting their turn, in 
proper porno shoot fashion.
Penny did one hundred paying customers in one go, then started on the 
praetorians guards.
Vin called a halt at one hundred thirty seven.
The pay-for-view-event was posted, for free on Penny's web page the 
following day, smashing all previous hit-count records.

	 _____

"Your Royal Highness, may I present Frankie?"

Central!
Did you clone my mother?
Ah, er, yes, and if I may be allowed to say so, she is a most appealing 
12-year-old girl.
Yes, I can see that.

"Frankie, would you care to join me for lunch?"


	[ 78 Living in a blue 1950 police call box ]


Kathy had her web pages updated weekly as her belly swelled.
The only thing on the planet scarcer than eight-year-old girls available 
for deflowering,
is sexually available pregnant women.

If Kathy had not been fabulously wealthy already, she would have become 
so in the next nine months.
She literally did not know what to do with the money, wealthy men from 
all over the planet
bid at auction for the ride of their life.
Kathy attended two Fleet Weeks giving away about five billion dollars 
worth of pregnant pussy.
Her old busboy and waiter friends from the Grand Hotel could not believe 
their good fortune,
she had special events just for them.

Cynics, would have observed fucking pregnant women has always been 
expensive.
After Kathy, pregnant prostitution became a cottage industry, you payed 
your quarter of a million
up front, as opposed to biweekly payments over twenty five years.

Vin " found" another room in the subbasement of the Henderson School, it 
was a Victorian
medical school operating room with mezzanine viewing gallery.
The Pelvis Justo Major condition is paradoxically, dangerous for 
pregnant women.
The condition is rare, because it has been largely bred out of the 
species. The large pelvic girdle
does not impede the progress of the baby's head. The baby explodes 
through the vagina like a cannonball,
often with fatal consequences.
Modern medical practices call for stretching exercises, precluding any 
vaginal explosions.
Lady Kathy had been diligently doing her vaginal stretching exercises 
for some time -:)
They were ready, James standing by, head of obstetrics. Kathy was due 
any time.

They were in the phony gymnasium for the once monthly orgy.
Kathy was on her side. Jorgen beside her, thrusting away with his equine 
sized cock, as Kathy climaxed.
"Wahaaa!!" Kathy said.
Vin arrived moments later, finding Jorgen holding her had, looking worried.
"I have a cramp!" She said.
"I believe it is called a contraction." Vin observed.
"Wahaaa!!" Kathy said as her water broke.
"Bring towels!" Vin hollered.
James arrived, carrying a black leather doctors bag.
Kathy had one of the fastest, easiest, least painful childbirths, since 
man began walking up-right.
( Vin had to leave the room, he had visions of an Argentinian lady, with 
afterbirth hanging out of her. )

When Kate was four years old, Kathy returned to Henderson School 
full-time as a resident mother.
This presented some e-mail conductivity and synchronization issues for Vin.
Kathy insisted on running their business empire remotely, via e-mail.
It was a time dilation problem, Valhalla is smaller than planet Earth, 
running faster.
It took hours for an e-mail reply to return from Davis Straight.
Vin finally gave up, re-clocked Valhalla, slowing it down, running both 
slices at the same data rate.

	 _____

K2 was always odd-man-out.
She enjoyed living in her adult sized body so she stayed in the blue 
1950 police call box,
located in one of Vin's smaller bedrooms. Her bedroom in the call box 
was far larger, more luxurious
than her external bedroom.
She had explored most of the rooms in the giant structure, thinking of 
it as her home.
She kept her little girl clothing in the external bedroom. It was 
awkward having her adult clothes
fall off her body as she stepped out of the call box.
She became friends with Little Sister, who was one of the highest paid 
prostitutes in Tokyo.
In time she worked with Big Sister, and Middle sister catering to the 
Sergei network, spending time with
the small number of people who actually ran the planet.

K2 took her vacations on Valhalla, working as a tramp boat whore.
She showed Lady Kathy how to work as a boat whore.
The term is not derogatory, it merely means the lady in question is not
a permanent crew member, and will most likely jump ship at the next port 
of call.

	 _____

As a result of her web pages and other activities Lady Kathy was one of 
the most
recognizable women on planet Earth.
When she traveled it was with a rock star entourage complete with armed 
guards.
On Valhalla she enjoyed being unrecognized, able to travel by herself, 
working as a boat whore,
finding men who found her sexy. Men who wanted to fuck her, men she 
wanted to fuck.
She was not as stunningly beautiful as the average Danish-Woman citizen 
of Valhalla,
but she had a vitality and sexual energy that attracted men.

All Vin's wives, and children spent weekends in Penny's world.
After Kathy no longer lived full time at the Henderson School, they went 
back to the practice of
having the OTEC slice suspend, when they were not in residence.
This allowed long leisurely vacations with no time constraints.
They could leave a roast in the oven, on Davis Straight, and not worry 
about it.
The roast would resume cooking the moment they returned.
The reverse was also true, things in Valhalla would stay just as they 
left them for their return.

	 _____

Vin had special artificial memories that were situationally dependent.
When in residence in Kyoto, he spoke excellent Japanese, Imperial court 
Japanese.
He not only knew the language, he knew the customs.
Thousands of small things no gaijin could possibly know.
He was the Emperor.
He was not playing at it, wearing blue jeans, sending out for pizza.
He was a right and proper Japanese Emperor, his subjects worshiped him 
as a living God.

Sensei and First Lady were the first Davis Straight citizens to begin 
living on Valhalla full time.
You have to be Japanese to truly understand.
Sensei was from thousand year old samurai family, First Lady was one 
step above Burakumin.
There were no invitations, from either family, First Lady was not welcome.
Her family did not extend invitations either, both for social reasons 
and fear of rejection.
Sensei had one first cousin who did not forsake them, although his wife 
was obviously so uncomfortable,
they visited only once.
When Vin acquired his false Japanese Emperor's memories, he saw 
instantly what needed to be done.
The first cousin promptly reported back to the family: Sensei had become 
Shogun of a Japanese
medieval parallel universe.
They visited one by one, finding First Lady had been adopted by, and 
was, a member of the imperial family.
It was whispered she was concubine to the Emperor. She was not Sensei's 
wife in this universe.
No on said , even in a whisper, although it was common knowledge, the 
Emperor shared his concubine with his Shogun.
The Emperor had no wife, First Lady greeted guests and dignitaries in 
his absence.
Vin was rarely in residence, so First Lady ran the imperial court, the 
Shogun ran everything else.
Sensei's family bowed parallel to the floor, addressing First Lady with 
the respect due an imperial court lady.
You have to be Japanese to truly understand.

Katzie bought a large house in Kyoto. He visited often, his family was 
not near-eta like First Lady,
although he was acutely aware, only his vast wealth gave him high social 
standing in modern Japan.
Lazarus did not stop the Japanese from being Japanese, you simply do not 
cross uncrossable social
boundaries, taking care of your medical necessity.
In Valhalla-Kyoto Katzie was welcome at the imperial court, giving him 
near infinite social standing.
Katzie, and his wife, dealt with their medical necessitys at the 
Imperial Court.

	 _____

Master opened a second dojo in Kyoto, getting his best student to take 
over Sensei's Davis Straight dojo.
He too had his medical necessity dealt with at the Imperial Court.
He divided his time equally between his beautiful dojo hidden in the 
mountains, and his dojo in Kyoto.

	 _____

The beautiful black swan, finally found other blacks swans as beautiful 
and graceful as she.
With Vin's encouragement they had traveled to Africa looking for her people.
Vin had spent a small fortune on genetic research, and had hired 
Katzie's people to find Samantha's tribe.
They found a social situation only the Nipponese could appreciate.
For centuries the Africans had sold, child molesters, pickpockets, sneak 
thieves, and mental defectives,
to Arab slave traders, saving them the trouble of incarcerating, or 
executing their social misfits.
That Samantha was not any of the above, did not matter, she was not of 
their tribe, and never could be.

Samantha, finally found her roots, in her second century of life,.
In Timbuktu, everyone was as tall and beautiful as she. More 
importantly, was the cultural issue, her peers were
not low grade revolutionaries, filled with racial hatred, sullen 
resentment of injustices visited upon their ancestors.
They accepted Samantha with open arms.
She bought a large house in Timbuktu spending much of her time there.

	 _____

The blue 1950 police call box was dimensionally transcendental, 
externally as well as internally,
it was everywhere simultaneously. It was in Samantha's spare bedroom in 
Timbuktu,
in the Norwegian fishing village where Beatrice and Kay had a house, in 
Kyoto, London, Neuschwanstein,
Wootton, Henderson Island, and of course Davis Straight.
Vin had introduced everyone to the central control panel, so their DNA 
was recognized, as they put their palm on the appropriate destination panel.
It was the fastest way to get from London to Henderson Island, and the 
only way to get from Valhalla to Davis Straight.

	 _____

Kate studied at the Henderson School, growing into a lovely young lady. 
Tall and blonde.
She was ten and a half, when a smiling Lady Kathy delivered her to the 
royal bedroom.
It has been explained to her that Vin would be shy and reluctant, so she 
was gentle with him.

She graduated Henderson High, and went on to study business 
administration on Davis Straight,
getting advanced degrees.
Lady Kathy showed her daughter how to run a quarter of a billion gold 
business empire.
She spend time on Valhalla where she continued to age, finally stopping 
at an apparent age of thirty five.
This did not happen overnight, nor did it take thirty five years. Kate 
only aged when the family was
vacationing on Valhalla. Looking 35 in a society of 25-year-olds, gave 
her authority she did not have on
Davis Straight where she was trapped in a ten and a half year-old girls 
body.
She was crass enough to take advantage of her little girls body, 
amassing a considerable fortune,
selling sexual favors to wealthy pedophiles.
In time she found her true calling running Vin's Business interests on 
Valhalla.

She had become lifelong friends with K2, they got business degrees 
together, studding under Lady Kathy.
In time Kate becomes COO of Valhalla inc. K2 became VP of operations.
( K2 spent most of her time traveling from one whorehouse to another. )

Vin acted as banker, making OTEC gold convertible with Valhallan gold 
coins, allowing emigrants to import their wealth.
Kate and K2 purchased land and titles, becoming countless.

	 _____

Joan became Queen Mum, when she was in London.
She divided her time between Davis Straight and Penny's world.
She found she enjoyed working as a prostitute and was one of Vin's 
regulars at the little red whorehouse.
On Henderson Island, she is Vin's de facto wife, the Queen's bedroom was 
hers.
She remained head Druid priestess, presiding over the twice monthly sex 
orgies.
On Davis Straight her web pages, made her millions, she had her own town 
house, and was a world traveler,
often traveling with Kay

	 _____

Edith also aged to thirty five, becoming a world-class beauty, rivaling 
Beatrice.
There was no such thing as first alternate Queen, so her official title 
was, Duchess of Neuschwanstein.
She was friend, confidant, and adviser to the Queen.
If the Queen was unavailable for a ribbon cutting ceremony, Edith would 
officiate.
She was also Royal Concubine traveling with Vin on the the Royal yacht.
Vin laughed so hard he had to sit down, the first time he came on deck, 
finding Edith hanging lingerie on a
clothesline, notifying other women the position of boat whore was taken.

	 _____

Penny aged to forty five. Some women start to sag before they're thirty. 
Some women just keep looking
better and better. Penny was of the latter type.
In a planetoid full of twenty five year olds, forty five year old Penny 
was every inch a queen.
Vin married Penny, making her queen of Valhalla.
And, yes, he made sure K2 was one of the bridesmaids.
As Vin had very little interest in sitting on a throne, Penny ran the 
kingdom.
Penny had a commanding presence, she could walk stark naked into a room, 
no one doubting she was anything but
the Queen.
In fact she often did walk naked into rooms.
There was a Crown property, just north of London, located at the end of 
the trolley car tracks.
Rather than sell this valuable property, allowing some shipping magnet 
to become the Earl of Elysian.
Penny created the Elysian Fields nudist colony.
The aristocracy was horrified, realizing Penny was holding court there.
They could not glide about in their expensive clothing and jewelry.
Elysian Fields was not even an exclusive country club, admission was 
$0.25 and you could get their on a streetcar!
The aristocracy boycotted, of course, but this backfired, Penny just 
ignored them, holding court stark naked.

If the aristocracy was unhappy with the royal nudist colony, they were 
livid with what Penny did to their Royal ladies club.
Vin was on the board of directors, he owned the building housing the 
royal ladies club.
They felt rent free accommodations was their just do, without 
accountability.
Penny decided to adopt nudist colony rules for the ladies club as well.
The club was open to the general public Tuesdays and Thursdays.
Like Fleet Week, people got naked before entering the club.
The aristocracy could not strut about like peacocks in their finery.
If they wanted to fuck the Queen, they had to bang elbows with 
commoners, as the Queen most emphatically,
did not look to the aristocracy for her medical necessity.

Kate, ( Without telling anyone she had done so. ) decided to help the 
Tuesday night
kickoff ceremony. She closed the riverside whorehouse for the evening.
The crowds were three or four times larger than expected.
Vin had a fast business meeting with the ladies, they agreed to his 
plan, nodding their heads.
Penny insisted on going first, Lady Kathy went second.

Vin climbed on a tabletop.
"Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to the inaugural Tuesday-Thursday Royal 
Ladies Club open house.
I see you are all properly attired for the event."
Laughter.
"We have a larger than expected crowd tonight, so the ladies have 
graciously agreed to entertaining you
two at a time.
The first numbers please."

The announcer was an employee of the ladies club, he seemed more 
comfortable in his tuxedo, announcing lords and ladies as they arrived 
at the front door.
Standing there dick dangling, like everyone else, he announced the first 
lady in line.
"The Queen of Valhalla!"
A second staff member spun a large cylinder filled with numbered medallions.
"Number 371, number 144."
Penny held out her elbows for the two goggle eyed workingmen with huge 
erections, as she led them away.
"The Queen of Davis Straight ... The Duchess of Neuschwanstein ... Duchess 
Beatrice of Davis Straight ... "
Even ladies without titles, were announced as Lady Smith of home 
village, after all, this was The Royal Ladies Club.
When all the the pink flushed, smiling, ladies had been announced 
leading their men away,
Vin climbed back onto the table top.

"Gentleman, for your pleasure the ladies we have agreed to a further 
accommodation, an open door policy.
As you walk down the hallway, directly behind me, you will find the 
bedroom doors are open.
This does not guarantee you will not have to stand in line, it does 
however guarantee, a warm and willing woman, after you do.
Enjoy."

Vin followed along at the end of the crowd. Finding Penny's room was 
easy, first door on the right.
Penny was on her back, with one on top, four or five others were 
standing bedside, stroking themselves,
waiting their turn. Vin stood there leaning against the wall, lost in 
thought, remembering a young
sixty five pound girl, who had been led to his lunch table. That young 
girl had fire in her eyes,
anxious to begin making her mark on the world.
Vin had enjoyed watching her grow into the regal woman on the bed before 
him.
A woman who was indeed making a mark on her world.

Vin felt a warm hand close around his fingers.

It was Kate.
"Take me on a walk to some place with solitude and quiet,"
She led him down the hallway, after several paces the woolen carpeting 
gave way to coral sand, and
the walls became palm trees, they could smell the salt, hear the ocean.

It has been explained to her Vin would be shy and reluctant, so she was 
gentle with him,
calling him father as he climaxed.

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