The Prema Society
The Prema Society
Cate Troyer
Copyright 2014 - Cate Troyer
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Excerpt:
The week passed quickly. It helped that I was practically in a daze with my decision. It wasn’t just a check-up, I also got impromptu modeling lessons, filled out miles of paperwork, and received pre-natal lessons. There were five of us total being auctioned off. We came from all different backgrounds, but I soon understood that I was the piece de resistance. A college co-ed virgin breeder.
I can’t lie, the idea of being claimed and seeded definitely turned me on. This job had revealed to me a side of myself that I was unaware even existed. I had watched some porn with Cassie, trying to prepare myself for the nights to come. The ones I most enjoyed were the scenes where the girl was taken from behind, doggy-style, or pinned down by her partner.
One night, after we bid each other goodnight, I had gone to my room and stripped down in the mirror, allowing my hands to wander my body, teasing my perky nipples into hardness, wandering over my taut belly, before dipping into the fur covered crevice hiding my womanhood. Those breasts will soon be filled with milk, I thought, and that belly will swell. I could already feel the slick, warm arousal dampening my thighs as I used a finger to tease the engorged little nub.
“Just pretend, Jane,” Cassie hissed at me, her breath hot on my ear. “I’ll pay you 10% of what I earn tonight, and you won’t even have to take off your clothes. The numbers are already spiking! Just fifteen minutes!”
I was trying so hard not to let my eyes drop down to her bare breasts, the stiff peaks of her nipples just teasing my arm. Right now, she was writhing next to me, pretending to nibble on my ear, much to the delight of her adoring fans via webcam. It really was my fault, though. I had missed the bra on her door and burst in, right as she was beginning her show. She had turned her head and I found myself frozen in the cold blue light of the computer screen, staring at my best friend’s body and my own shocked face reflected in the monitor.
Cassie was the consummate performer, always on her game, and she pulled me in and seated my on the bed, cooing to the camera about the visitor. Word had spread rapidly that there was potential girl-on-girl action and her ten regular viewers had already tripled. She ground her pink lace clad hips against me.
“I… I’ve never done anything like this, Cassie,” I forced out, past a dry throat. I hated admitting this, especially in front of an attentive audience. I had read an article that said people like me were growing in number on college campuses, and it wasn’t that I was a prude…
“Why, Jane,” her voice took on a high pitched coquettish note. “Are you a..VIRGIN?”
I winced and nodded mutely and saw her eyes light up. If this were a cartoon, her pupils would have been in the shape of dollar signs. She turned to the camera and bent over, giving her viewers a close-up her double D’s. “You hear that, guys? Jane here is a virgin. Oh the things we could do to her!”
I saw the chat window at the bottom start filling up madly. Cassie turned back to me, a triumphant smile on her blood-red lips.
“You should see the suggestions, Jane,” she giggled. “Some of them sound intriguing, but impossible. Almost everyone wants me to pop your cherry right here and now.” She reached into an open drawer by her desk and pulled out a dildo, a big purple thing that was about as big around as my wrist. My eyes nearly burst out of my head. Cassie waved it in front of the camera. “I call this the Grape Ape.” She kissed the head of it before slipping it into her mouth and down her throat.
I sat there in shock, watching my roommate deep throat a large fake purple cock. I tried to imagine it between my thighs and felt a mixture of fear and heat pooling there. There was no way it would fit. Cassie pulled it out of her mouth, a single strand of saliva still connecting her to the rubbery shaft. She sashayed over to me, a firm grip around the massive tool, as she threw herself on the bed next to me. Her breasts bounced as she held the dick shaped item in front of me. “Kiss it, Jane.”
I studied the glistening item, the ripples of the synthetic veins distorting the computer screen behind it. Slowly, I leaned forward and pressed a quick light kiss on the flared head. Cassie let out a loud peal of laughter.
“No, Jane,” she giggled. “REALLY kiss it.”
Slowly, I opened my mouth and slid my lips around the smooth plastic, moving my head down the shaft. I tested the veiny texture with my tongue, feeling the unfamiliar ripples and ridges.
“That’s it,” my roommate purred at me before turning her attention to the computer again. “Look boys, our virgin is a born cocksucker. See how she takes a big dick in her mouth?” She turned back to me. “Keep sucking that cock, Jane.” She took my hand and wrapped it around the length of the dick. “See how deep you can get it in.”
I slid my mouth further over the rod until I felt the blunt head bump against the back of my throat.
“Good girl,” Cassie squealed, and then in a whisper, “Two minutes.”
I decided I ought to make it a good show and began sucking the plastic enthusiastically. Cassie was nodding encouragingly, her eyes on the growing numbers at the bottom of the screen, and then she lifted her hand and placed it on my breast, never taking her eyes from the screen. I paused momentarily, eyes wide, until Cassie looked back at me with a grin.
“Go on,” she encouraged. Her fingers teased my nipple underneath my shirt and she dropped her other hand between her thighs, slipping past the elastic band of her panties. I watched as her hand began a rhythmic circular motion, and Cassie let out a throaty moan as she continued to tease herself and me. I continued to suck the Grape Ape until her screen suddenly went dark.
Cassie popped up, pulling her hands free, and padded over to her terminal, clicking a few keys. She pulled her plump lower lip into her mouth, gnawing it absently as she checked the numbers and then another grin filled her face. “60 people, Jane. 60! Do you know what that means?”
“That 60 people saw me humiliate myself with clear, purple plastic,” I muttered staring at the monstrosity in front of me.
“We made bank, baby!” Cassie came rushing over to me and grabbed the Grape Ape from my lap. She danced around the room, her breasts jiggling as she performed some weird butt movements. “That’s rent for like the next 3 months.”
“Be serious,” I said.
“I am!” She stopped and came and sat next to me, pulling a calculator off her desk. She typed in some numbers quickly and showed me the four digit answer. “That’s the potential from tonight. And 10% of that is yours.”
My mouth dried up. That was enough to pay my rent next month, buy my books next semester, and still give me some meals that were a bit more substantial than raman noodles. “Fucking hell, Cassie.”
“I know,” she said, looking at the numbers herself. “I told you you needed to get in on this.”
Her computer let off a soft ding, letting Cassie know she received a message and she looked up with a soft scowl. "I thought I logged out..." She bounced off her bed, and I concealed a smile as she sashayed across the room, still mostly unclothed.
I envied her complete lack of self-consciousness. Cassie majored in Communications and her long blonde hair and California tan practically guaranteed her a spot on some anchor desk somewhere. I was an English major, and I looked it.
My long, dark brown hair was straight and smooth, and my dark brown eyes were usually masked by glasses. I had always been shy and quiet, the exact opposite of my outgoing roommate, and where Cassie had never lacked for male companionship, I had only been out on a few tentative dates which usually ended with a few kisses, maybe a grope or two, but the passion had never been enough to entice me beyond that. I threw myself backwards on her bed and tried to imagine doing this for a living.
"Jane," Cassie sounded hesitant. "There's a message for you."
"Fan mail," I giggled.
"No," she said, an odd tone in her voice. "A job offer."
I crawled off the bed and went to the computer. Cassie jumped up and gave me the chair. While she bustled around the room getting dressed, I read the odd message she had received.
Ms. C. Ellis,
We saw your show with your dark haired friend and feel she would be an excellent addition to the Prema Society. We would like her to contact us for an interview and an explanation of her contractual duties should she choose to join our stable of young ladies.
There was contact information including an address and phone number at the bottom. I opened a new window in the browser and searched for this society. The only information I could find was tied to the address, and it appeared to be some sort of swanky club for people with more money than I had ever even thought of. I glanced back at Cassie.
"What do you think?"
"Well," she shrugged. "An interview can't hurt. If they're rich, they can certainly afford to pay you and maybe even cover the rest of your college."
My eyes widened at that thought. Paying off the rest of school and maybe even my loans was a powerful motivator. Plus, I considered, it might give me valuable experience or connections to get a job once school was done. It would be hard to pass up an opportunity like that.
Which is how I found myself standing outside one of those old stone buildings in Manhattan debating on going up and knocking on the door or going home. I never considered myself working in this industry like Cassie, but the $600 I pocketed from sucking on molded latex was giving me a new outlook. Besides, as Cassie pointed out to me, I didn’t have to do anything I didn’t want to.
I smoothed the charcoal gray skirt over my hips, wishing it had fit better. I had to borrow a suit for the interview, but hopefully the money they would offer could buy me a whole closet full of suits. I picked my way up the stairs, aware of the tottering feeling the 4 inch heels gave me. It matched the state of my nerves at this point, I thought grimly. And then I was at the top, hand raised to knock on those imposing wooden doors.
The man who answered was the very stereotype of the snooty butler. Tall, balding, with a fringe of white hair, the man peered at me with bright blue eyes, already reducing me to my college girl subordinate status. I swallowed and drew a deep breath.
“I have an interview with a Ms. DeForrest,” I said hesitantly.
“Come in and have a seat.” He stepped back, and allowed me to enter the cool, dark interior of the building.
My footsteps were muffled on the thick, red Persian carpet in the entryway. As the butler walked away, I looked around, my eyes wide, at the rich decorations - the dark wood paneled walls, the elegant grand staircase going up half a floor to double doors with gold knobs. On one side through an open door, I could see pale light filter through gauzy curtains into a white room lined with plants. The entire building seemed designed to make me feel out of place. I perched nervously on a Queen Anne chair, tucking my feet underneath and waited. The hushed quiet of the place was impressive considering the bustle of the city outside. After a few minutes, the man returned.
“Ms. DeForrest will see you now,” he said in a somber, deep voice. I followed him through several hallways and into a room painted dark gray. A burgundy velvet curtain covered a window behind an antique wooden desk. The black-haired woman sitting behind it watched me enter with bird-like interest. She folded her long fingers under her chin and studied me as I situated myself across from her. We sat there for a moment in silence as she looked me over. She then picked up a pair of horn-rimmed glasses and put them on as she looked at some paperwork.